The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: Enjoy!!!


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It had been a very long and tiring match. It was common knowledge that Quidditch matches could go on for days, but Hermione had never seen one last this long the whole time she had been at Hogwarts.

The sun was beginning to set by the time Harry had caught the Snitch, his face streaked with dirt and his uniform soaked with sweat. Ron had a smatter of dried blood leading from his nose to his chin, the aftermath of running into a goal post. Seamus’ school broom was showing obvious wear, and this was even after he switched his broom out mid-game.

Yet, they had still managed to prevail over Slytherin, winning before the sun had managed its great descent.

And so Hermione found herself outside the Gryffindor changing room in the gathering darkness, waiting for her housemates. She smiled as Ginny passed with her boyfriend, calling out that she would be sure to collect the boys and then meet them in the common room for the post game celebration.

So she waited outside of the locking room, watching the students trudge back to Hogwarts. Even though she had fucked Harry, Ron, and Seamus, she couldn’t bring herself to just barge into the dressing room unannounced.

That is, until she saw the Slytherin team coming her way.

Malfoy was silently leading the group of loud, boisterous boys. They were complaining loudly of their loss to Gryffindor, using all manners of curses and slanders against any Gryffindor they could think of. She tried to melt into the shadows behind her, but Malfoy had seen her, catching her eyes in the ever growing dark.

There was a flash of lust and then his eyes were blank again. He gave a small shake of his head and then quirked his eyebrow ever so slightly. There was a warning on his face, telling her that she didn’t want to be seen by these Slytherins right now.

She tried to disappear even further into the shadows, but she could still see the silver of Malfoy’s eyes as the group grew closer. She felt the wall of the locker room building against her back and knew that the boys would be upon her any second. She didn’t know why she was scared of seeing the boys right now, but she was. Her eyes slid to the opening of the locker room and, picking the lesser of the two evils, she quickly ducked inside.

She placed her back against the wall, and leaned her head back. She knew the type of damage those boys could do and, with the growing dark and lessening crowd, being caught alone with them was not a good idea.

After what she had done with Malfoy, she was sure that he wouldn’t stop to help her if things went too far.

Hermione was trying to slow her heartbeat when she heard the strangest sound. It sounded like someone was moaning. The shower was on, the water having nearly drowned out the sound. But she knew what she had heard.

It sounded like Ron.

She swallowed, debating on if she should leave or stay where she was.

Then she heard another moan, one that she recognized as well.

Curiosity overtook her. She found that she liked to be watched, and so it only made sense that she liked watching as well. Maybe she would know the girl her two boys were fucking and then she could join in. They would like that, probably, and after her little adventure with Pansy she knew she would like it as well.

She had taken a step forward when she heard another moan. It didn’t sound like the first two, and yet it was familiar. It was hard to place though, but she remembered hearing it somewhere.

Then she realized with a sinking feeling that the only members of the team still in the locker room where her boys and Seamus.

She had a sudden flashback to what she had seen Seamus doing to Dean. Of how she had let Dean fuck her as Seamus had pounded into his friend. It made her body tingle with excitement, gooseflesh running up and down her body, arousal licking at her spine as she imagined what her boys and Seamus were doing in that shower.

With trembling legs, her damp core slicking her thighs, she walked forward and peeped around the wall.

She was not prepared for what she saw, but it left an empty ache in her nonetheless. Her nipples tightened against the satin of her bra as she watched the three young men, blatantly naked in the warm air of the changing room, the steam from the showers billowing out into the sitting area.

Harry, Ron, and Seamus stood in a semi-circle, their hands fisting their cocks as they watched something on the bench in front of them. Harry and Ron were both focused intently on the object, refusing to look up. Seamus, however, seemed to have no problems occasionally slipping glances at his teammates’ pricks. If anything, it just seemed to arouse him further and soon Seamus was fisting his cock hard and fast.

It was all relatively tame compared to some of the things Hermione had seen, and done, but it was still beyond arousing.

“Mind if I join in?” She was asking before she even realized she was speaking. All three boys turned to look at her, the expressions on their faces differing.

Ron’s eyes were wide, red freckling his cheeks in embarrassment. He stopped rubbing himself and licked his lips, looking from Harry to Seamus and then back to Hermione, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Harry had a smug look on his face, his lips splitting into a grin. He found the irony in the situation amusing, glee dancing though his lusty eyes. Seamus continued to pump himself, his expression blank. Even though his face gave away no emotion, his eyes were hazed over with desire, his body primed for some action.

“It seems that not only do you like being interrupted but you like to interrupt,” Hermione turned to look at Harry, noticing that his hand had resumed its previous pace on his hard flesh. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t include you. What do you think Seamus? Ron?” Harry didn’t look at the other two boys, though. He just kept up his pace, waiting for a response.

“I agree.” Hermione turned toward the Irish man, shuddering at the gravelly tone in his already sexy voice. His eyes bore into hers as memories flashed through her mind. He smiled as if he had read her mind, squeezing the tip of his shaft and then moving his hand back down to the base.

Everyone turned to Ron. He hadn’t said or done anything since Hermione had announced her presence, standing there with his hand in front of his still rock hard flesh.

Nervousness ran through his body at the three hungry stares turned his way. He had the clarity to think that if he wanted to back off right now, they would let him, but there was no way Harry and Seamus were letting Hermione leave the locker room without being fucked raw.

If that was going to happen, he wanted to be here for it.

“Lose the clothes,” his gruff voice came out, more demanding and controlling then he had wanted it too be. Hermione hands flew to the buttons of her shirt and she hurriedly unbuttoned it, flinging it off, not caring where it landed. Next her hands went to the zipper on her skirt, and she allowed it to slide down her legs once unzipped, stepping out of it and kicking it aside. That left her in her satin pink underwear set, her nipples poking at the material and her knickers developing a wet patch at the crotch.

“Suck me, Hermione. I’ve missed those lips wrapped around me,” Ron let go of his cock and it sprang forward, pre come glistening on the head. Hermione felt another trembling start in her body as she walked forward; catching a glimpse of the object the boys had been focusing on before she had announced her presence.

It was a Wizarding porn magazine, the pictures having a spell on the film that enabled more acting to be captured, almost like a porn movie. It showed two women being degraded by a handful of men, the one witch screaming as she was fucked in the ass by a man that reminded her of Malfoy.

Smirking inwardly to herself, she got down on her knees and took Ron into her mouth, only swallowing his cock halfway down her throat before coming back up his shaft and swirling her tongue around his head.

Ron threw his head back and reached a hand out, grasping onto her curls as Hermione continued swallowing the hard flesh down her throat. It wasn’t until she felt bra being unsnapped and taken off that she remembered there were two other cocks in the room she had to please, having focused all her attention on Ron and the feeling of being able to lick and suck him again.

She felt the same hands that had unsnapped her bra run down the front of her chest, pinching and pulling at her nipples before descending down her stomach and into the front of her knickers, spreading her lips and flicking her clit, eliciting a sharp moan around Ron’s cock at the feeling.

Another pair of hands traveled down her back and into the back of her panties, cupping the round globes of her ass before slipping down to her puckered hole, spreading her cheek as one fingertip ran around the ring of muscles there. It was nearly too much for her, feeling the hands rubbing against her and each other as they pleasured her.

The hands playing with her tight hole slowly slipped back up, grabbing at the waistband of her knickers and dragging them over her thighs slowly. She hissed as the hand flicking her clit slapped her dripping opening, the contact leaving her quavering and briefly thinking of Malfoy. She tried to continue sucking down Ron, but she felt a finger push into her wet hole at the same time that the fingertip rubbing her tight, muscled ring returned.

With a push, the boy behind her slipped his finger into her ass. She groaned, taking her mouth off Ron’s cock and lowering her head down. She could not help the sheer rush of pleasure that overtook her. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gushing all over the boys’ hands and leaving herself to a trembling climax. She wanted this experience to last, and didn’t feel the need to rush anything at all.

Ron grabbed his cock and looked down at the flushing witch at his feet. Harry was doing a good job manipulating her pussy, but it was Seamus thrusting into her tight asshole that had caused her to stop sucking him. He knew how much she loved being plugged up at the same time, but that did not give her leeway to leave him hanging.

He took his dick in one hand and bounced it against the side of her face. She looked up at him with wide, hazy brown eyes, a drop of pre come glistening on her cheek. “I never said that you were allowed to stop,” he said, then forcefully shoved his cock against her lips, smearing more fluid against them. She opened her mouth obediently and reflexively, knowing what he wanted and that he could do damage to her if he didn’t get it.

Not that that didn’t excite her.

She let Ron push his cock back down her throat, relishing the rough feeling. She felt the hands on her body slowly disappear, and she moaned at the loss. Then she recognized the feeling of someone creeping up behind her and crouching down. She felt her pussy get wetter as the man behind her bent over her back and grabbed her breasts, slamming himself in her tight, soaked hole.

She groaned around Ron’s cock, sending deep vibrations down to his root. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and threw his head back, clenching his fingers tightly in her amber locks. He pushed her down until her nose smashed into his pubic bone and he held her there, groaning as her throat convulsed around his hard cock. He held her, her throat closing around his cock.

Just as she was getting used to having Ron’s dick all the way down her throat, the man behind her began to thrust, hard, long, punishing thrusts that she had seen Seamus use on Dean.

So if Seamus was behind her, where was Harry?

A silent command seemed to be given over her head because at the same moment, both boys pulled out of her. It was so abrupt that Hermione began to cough and sputter, touching her head down on the ground in front of her, spittle flying out of her mouth as she coughed. The three, naked boys stood and looked at each other, waiting for the coughing to subside.

Finally, Hermione raised her tear-soaked face up to look at Ron. He was stroking his cock and looking down at her, a mixture of concern and lust in his eyes.

“You okay love?” Hermione swallowed, and then nodded. “Good. Seamus, if you would?”

Seamus threw Hermione a rakish grin and then laid down next to her, stroking his hard flesh as he looked at her. Hermione had an idea of what they wanted and so she climbed unto the Irish boy and sunk down onto his cock immediately. She watched his eyes roll back into his head and smiled. She was good and she knew it.

She began to ride him, twisting her hips in circles as Seamus reached up to twist her nipples. She closed her eyes, riding him as hard as she could. As she rode him, propelling herself up and down on his body, she felt something hitting both of her cheeks and opened her eyes to find Harry and Ron standing over her, their pricks smacking against her cheeks.

She broke into a grin and then stuck her tongue out, running it along the throbbing, pulsing vein of Ron’s hard flesh before moving her mouth over and engulfing Harry in her warm, wet mouth. Harry’s eyes rolled back into his head as Hermione played with his cock, swallowing him down her throat. He grabbed at her head as her throat convulsed around his tip, twisting his fingers in her wet curls as the steam from the showers beat against their bodies.

Ron stepped back from the scene and watched, pumping his shaft almost absentmindedly. He loved to see his girl in action, watching her ride Seamus as she sucked down Harry. He really saw her that way. She was their girl. He hated the way those Slytherins treated her. Regardless of what he and his friends did to her, she knew that they loved and cared for her, actually interested in her happiness.

Malfoy and his lot were only after her for their perverse pleasures.

Or at least that’s what he told himself.

Hermione was busy tugging on Harry’s sack as she swallowed him down, heedless to the thoughts running through Ron’s mind. Seamus had long ago abandoned her breasts to splay his hands on her hips, forcibly slamming her down onto his shaft. He drug one hand down her ass and slapped it, her moan vibrating down Harry’s cock.

Ron walked around the three on the ground and crouched low behind Hermione. For the most part, she had kept him in her line of sight but when he disappeared behind her, she didn’t worry. She knew he would take care of her regardless of what he chose to do.

She felt him lower his body down onto her back and spread her cheeks. She sighed in contented pleasure around the throbbing member in her mouth, making Harry hiss. She knew what was coming and she could hardly wait.

Ron pushed evenly into her, Seamus having slowed down his thrusts to allow his housemate the opportunity. Hermione’s face screwed up in focus and concentration as Ron pushed all of himself inside. She knew she would be sore tomorrow and she almost welcomed the pain, knowing that how she got there would be beyond amazing.

Finally Ron was encased inside her clenching and convulsing flesh. The teenagers paused for a second, all breathing in tandem, and then Hermione began sucking down Harry once more, running her tongue down his throbbing vein and over his fluted head. Harry grabbed her hair and threw his head back, and began to fuck Hermione’s face. She growled at the raw power she knew she had over Harry now, and swallowed all of him, burying her nose in his springy black hair.

Seamus was busy slamming her down on him, fucking her for all he was worth. With every thrust he could feel himself bottoming out in her, his tip hitting against something soft and fleshy. Every thrust was punctuated by a sharp gasp from Hermione, which only caused Harry to thrust harder and deeper into her wet mouth and down her throat.

Hermione was surprised at the control Ron was showing. He was fucking her ass on a steady, even pace, and she could tell he was trying not to do her any damage. She was grateful but she needed, wanted, more.

She let go of Harry’s cock with a soft and wet pop, then turned her lustful eyes back towards Ron. Pure animalistic heat and desire swam through her brown depths and Ron groaned, having never seen her look so far gone. It was all for them.

For them.

“Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me harder, please,” her voice was a hoarse whisper that floated along the boys and hit Ron low in his gut, stirring his own animalistic lust. He threw a smirk at her more commonly seen on Malfoy’s face and gripped her hips, pulling out and slamming as hard as he could in her. She screamed out loud, the sensation filling her all the way up. He gave her a few more bruisingly hard thrusts, her eyes still trained on his as he brutally took her ass.

“That better, slut?” She couldn’t think to answer and so she just nodded, once, her body jostling between the red head and his housemates. “Good. Get back to sucking Harry; no one said you could stop.”

Harry took that as his cue to grab her curls again and whip her head around, her face inadvertently getting smacked by his hard flesh. He smiled down at her and rubbed his cockhead around her lips, painting them white with his pre-come. She opened her mouth dutifully and allowed him back down her throat, her muscles convulsing around his tip.

It was all too much for Seamus. He knew he was going to come but he didn’t want to give Hermione the wrong impression of him. He began to pluck at her clit with greedy fingers, twisting and rubbing as hard as he dared. He saw the affect he was having on her. Red blotches were blooming on her chest, her nipples swaying in his face. He took one tiny, puckered bud in his mouth as she lost her control, her body shuddering and shivering as she came in a rush. Pleasure zinged through her body and she lost herself to the sensation, her body going limp and weak as she nearly collapsed on Seamus. The only thing keeping her up was Harry, repeatedly shoving himself down her throat as he continued gripping and pulling on her hair.

Hermione’s hot, wet sleeve clutching around him and sending shivers down into his body was what did Seamus in. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her down, bucking into her and shooting his seed deep inside her body. He roared in pleasure as his orgasm hit him, his body tingling as he slowly came down, trying to breathe deeply as the rushing in his ears subsided.

Hermione rode out Seamus’ climax as best she could, shifting as he pulled out of her. He continued to lie underneath her, allowing the other two boys to fuck her roughly above him. She looked beyond delicious, her tits swinging over his chest as his friends rocked her between them, pounding into her on both sides.

Seamus gripped her hips and pushed her up slightly, sliding his softening cock out of her. Ron saw what Seamus was doing and gripped Hermione under the arms, lifting her, Harry’s cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop. Ron smiled over Hermione’s shoulder at his other best friend, before shifting his weight underneath himself and lying down, pulling Hermione’s back flush against his chest, continuing to thrust into her abused hole, exposing her wet opening for Harry to see.

Harry immediately understood what Ron was thinking. He got down to his knees, bending down in front of her. He leaned down, surprising everyone when he ran his tongue across Hermione’s slit, the taste of Seamus’ release lingering on his tongue. He sucked Hermione’s clit into his mouth, applying a heavy amount of suction to her already sensitive bundle of nerves. He looked up into her face and saw that her features were covered with a hazy look of lust, her eyes glazed over as if she were blind.

Harry pulled back from her and crawled on top of her, plunging his hard flesh into her in one swift thrust.

She screamed as he bottomed out, arching her back and thrusting her tits into Harry’s chest. He bent his head down and tugged one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. His fingers quickly found her other nipple, twisting and pinching it as he forcibly thrust into her repeatedly.

Seamus watched his friends brutally fuck the witch, knowing this was a scene he would play over and over again in his nightly fantasies. Ron didn’t know where to put his hands, as Harry was still very busy with Hermione’s breasts. So he did the only thing that made sense.

He snaked one hand down to her clit, rubbing hard circles on the sensitive piece of flesh as he fucked her ass brutally.

Hermione bucked up into Harry’s body, pleasure rushing through her body at a rapid fire pace. She felt herself close to coming again, that heavy sensation weighing down her pelvis as the two wizards rocked into her, thrusting themselves over and over again. Ron applied more pressure to her clit and she came with a scream, nearly hitting Ron in the face with her head as she flung her head back, her body uncontrollably bucking up into Harry’s as pleasure raced along her spine and out her toes.

Her tight ass clenched and convulsed around Ron as he groaned, pushing himself all the way inside of her and coming with a loud roar. He squeezed his eyes shut as he rode his pleasure, spurting his seed into her convulsing and twitching body. She was coming down from her own high when he had hit his, the two of them collapsing down at the same time.

Harry smiled down at them and grabbed both her legs, flinging them around his hips, causing Ron’s cock to slide out of her used ass. He gripped her shoulders with his hands once her legs were in place, fucking her harshly and trying to find his own pleasure. For her part, she tried to keep up with him but she was just too tired, just too spent to be able to move. Still, her pussy was clenching and convulsing delightfully around him and that was all he needed.

With a few more hard thrusts, he found his completion as well, shooting his come deep inside of her. Sweat dripped down his face, rolling down his back as the pleasure washed over him. There was a dull roar in his ears and his vision went white for a second. When he came too, he was still inside Hermione and Ron was still underneath them. He rolled off her and to the side, still to weak to stand. Hermione rolled over and in between her two wizards, her housemates’ juices and her own leaking out of her obscenely.

Seamus was smiling down at them, a twinkle in his Irish eyes.

“As beautiful of a picture as this is, we should probably leave before someone sees us.”

Ron couldn’t help himself. He began to chuckle, and it quickly turned into laughter. Soon, all four of them were laughing weakly as images of what just happened flashed through their minds.



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A/N: So this took forever. 4000+ words, I'm impressed with myself. I hope it lived up to expectations and that it was enjoyable for everyone. It took a lot out of me, so please review. Reviews really keep writers writing.

The next chapter is going to take a while, I won't lie. It's basically the last chapter of the series and it's a huge orgy, kinda, so it is going to take some time and planing out. Maybe some storyboarding??

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