Harry Potter and the Revenge of the Lusty Leeches

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Harry Potter was fed up. He was tired of having to deal with year after year of constant bitter contest against that vile old serpent, Voldermort, only to have to return back to the Dursley’s abuse in the interim. But the straw that finally broke the hippogriff’s back was the last letter her received from Hermione, explaining how much fun she had during the summer and how much she wished he was with her.

Hermione was always stuffing her happiness in his face, and Harry was getting positively sick of it. It was bad enough that she had to be a total braniac and ace all of her exams, but she seemed no never feel a bit of the frustration or aggravation that Harry felt on a continuous basis. She never had to live with the Dursleys and she certainly never went face to face with Voldermort.

“I’ll teach her a thing or two,” Harry said while formulating a plan.

It had been a couple of weeks into the new year at Hogwarts and Harry wanted to do something particularly nasty to Hermione. He knew that she would trust him enough to do whatever he asked, within reason, so he devised a plan to get her alone and give her a taste of just how much frustration and pressure he had been made to go through these past few years.

Plan firmly in mind, Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room and sat down next to Hermione by the fire.

“Hermione,” Harry greeted her.

“Oh, hi Harry,” the girl turned her face up from her book to flash him an innocent smile. “How do you like your new classes?”

“They’re great,” Harry lied. He was stuck with that rat bastard Snape yet again. “Have you seen Ron?”

“He’s hanging out with Fred and George. They said something about testing out their product and they left,” Hermione shrugged. “Although I can tell you that whatever they are up to, it cannot be good.”

Harry smiled and thought to himself “if only you knew what I had planned for you, Hermione.”

“Listen, Hermione,” Harry put a bit of excitement into his voice so that she would break her stare-down with her book. “I found something that you might want to check out.”

“Oh really?” Hermione was suddenly totally focused on Harry. “What is it? Did you find that supplemental book on Muggle Studies that I had been looking for?”

“Um… no,” Harry was always amazed by what excited that girl. “But I did find something. I left it by the statue of the One-Eyed Witch. Come with me to give it a look at.”

Hermione frowned.

“But Harry, that’s on the other side of the castle. We won’t make it back before dark,” she wined.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got my invisibility cloak,” he told her. “Besides, I really need you magical expertise on this. I can’t quite figure it out.”

“Well, in that case,” Hermione blushed at the thought of Harry praising her magical abilities. “Let’s go.”

With a nod and a secret smile of triumph, Harry led Hermione out of the Gryffindor common room, past the Fat Lady and into the rest of the castle. It was getting a little dark, but that was to Harry’s advantage. Few people would be milling about in the castle, allowing for greater privacy once he and his victim reached their destination.

Once at the statue of the One-Eyed Witch, Harry looked all around to make sure they weren’t being followed.

“What’s wrong, Harry? Where is this thing you’ve been talking about?” Hermione was getting nervous.

“It’s down here,” Harry said, pulled out his wand and activated the mechanism to open the way into the tunnel below.

“Where? I don’t see it, Harry,” Hermione asked, leaning over to look into the tunnel.

“Right here,” Harry had a broad grin on his face as he pushed Hermione down into the tunnel.

The girl let out a small cry of pain as she fell to her knees on the cold stone floor of the tunnel. Harry looked around again to make sure that no one was around and then quickly jumped down into the tunnel and closed the statue.

“Harry, what’s going on? I don’t understand,” she was beginning to cry a little bit from the hurt.

“What’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Harry’s anger was returning in full-force. “I’m tired of you always being happy and successful. You always talk to me like you know what you’re talking about, but you don’t. You are no where near my level because you haven’t felt real pain. You’ve never been made to suffer. Well, my dear Hermione, I’ve brought you here to remedy this situation.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears.

“What are you saying, Harry? I’m your friend!” She started to try to get off her knees and onto her feet, but Harry roughly pushed her back down. “What, what are you doing, Harry?”

Harry was tired of talk. If he had learned anything these past few years, it was that action was the most important thing. So, with that in mind, Harry wasted no time in pulling back both his and Hermione’s robes. She tried to struggle with him, but a few threats from his want made it clear to her that she couldn’t escape.

“If I want to, Hermione, I can just paralyze you… but that would only make it hurt more,” Harry snarled.

Hermione knew that whatever had overcome Harry was more powerful than she could handle alone. She knew that her only chance to survive this assault would be to give in, and so reluctantly, she did.

Harry’s heart almost stopped at seeing Hermione’s white cotton panties turning up at him. He had seen women naked before, Fred and George had taken him to the seedier parts of Hogs Meade last year, but he wasn’t prepared for how Hermione would affect him.

Harry pulled Hermione’s panties down to expose her bare ass and femininity. Something in his heart swelled, making a pressure in his chest that almost broke through his rage. He began to wonder if he should be doing this, but then he noticed something else that had swelled.

Harry’s pecker had grown to an erection so full that he could feel the cold gust of wind against the engorged head. The sensation was incredible. Hermione’s body seemed to beckon him, and he quickly realized that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from entering her. The thought became a need so intense that all other thoughts or senses died instantly.

The wet heat of Hermione’s vagina enveloped Harry with such pleasure that it sent wave after wave of shock through his body. He began pumping his member in and out of her, reveling in the intoxication of her most intimate flesh. What made the experience all the more gratifying were the tiny yelps of pain coming from her as he slammed his rigid cock deeper and deeper into her virginity.

Hermione couldn’t help but to cry out. The pain of Harry’s attack had brought tears to her eyes, but once the rhythm had been established, she began to feel her body adapt and actually receive pleasure. She felt so dirty, so horrible, but the truth was that she had always wanted Harry – just not like this.

Harry’s thrusts quickly became more powerful. Hermione had to grip the stone floor to keep from being pounded against it and her knees were already cut and bleeding from the abuse. She could feel something happening deep inside her, a warmth beginning to build that was unlike anything that she had ever experienced.

Regardless the previous mindset, the two of them now found themselves needing this moment, as if all of their lives had led to this. They needed the release, and Harry was so close that he could feel the precum starting to leak out of his throbbing dick.

Suddenly, without warning, the world turned upside down.

Harry was being dragged away from Hermione and it took a few seconds for him to come to grips with the situation.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Harry was pissed. Not only had someone just spoiled his revenge against Hermione, but he was so close to finishing!

“Sorry to spoil your fun there, mate,” a tall boy said to him.

“We happened to be in the neighborhood and saw that we’d found ourselves a new volunteer for product testing,” another boy with the same voice as the first said.

Fred and George Weasley dropped him back down on the floor once Harry was a few feet away from the terrified Hermione. Harry was about to jump up and attack the twins, but they quickly pulled out some leeched from their pockets and attached them to Harry’s neck.

“Congratulations, Harry,” Fred smiled. “You’re the next volunteer for the Amazing Weasley’s Lusty Love Leeches!”

“Let’s see how you like these, my boy,” George laughed and smacked Harry on the head.

As the leeches worked on him, Harry found himself overcome with the same sexual desire that he had for Hermione. The feeling was again so overpowering that no other thought could enter his mind… except for what was standing in front of him.

“That’s right, Harry,” George pushed aside his robes so that his large dick bobbed out in front of Harry’s nose. “Let the leeches to their work.”

Harry couldn’t help himself. For some reason, the sight of George’s member made him salivate. With a little pressure from George’s hand, Harry’s face buried into the red-haired crotch as he took the entire length of the shaft into his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s the spot,” George moaned in satisfaction.

“Hey now,” Fred clicked his tongue. “Don’t leave me out of all this, brother.”

“Okay, here we go,” George pulled himself out of Harry’s mouth.

The twins positioned themselves so that George was on his back getting head from Harry, who was on his knees, giving Fred easy access to the rear entrance.

Hermione thought she would faint. First, she’s getting raped by Harry, now Harry’s getting raped by the Weasley twins.

“None of my books were like this,” Hermione confessed with a bit of awe.

Harry was overcome by sensation. The throbbing member inside his mouth made him want to gag, but for some magical reason this seemed to be okay. Even more amazing was the throbbing member in his ass, a sensation that he had never even before imagined. He couldn’t quite understand why he was going through all of this, but he had some vague idea that Voldermort must be behind it all.

The sounds and smell of sex was so powerful in the tunnel that Hermione’s own lust began to overpower her. She had felt it before when Harry was raping her, but it was even more powerful now. Desperate, she plunged her middle and index fingers into herself, rocking her hips into the motion. Watching Harry getting gang-banged, she stares into his eyes as George explodes into his mouth.

The shock made Harry lose some of his sense of lust as his mouth filled with cum. George’s throbbing dick wouldn’t retreat so that he could spit, and he was worked to involuntarily swallow the brine. The cum stuck to his throat, coating it and filling his nose with the smell and taste.

Seeing his twin climax, Fred eagerly engaged Harry’s ass with continued force. Harry’s hole was so tight, Fred nearly slipped out. His cock was so hard and so close to climax, he found it interesting to be distracted by Hermione’s masturbation.

“Look… George,” Fred puffed through thrusts into Harry’s heavily battered asshole. “She didn’t… even need… any leeches!”

With everyone’s eyes now on her, Hermione’s excitement grew to such a level that she was now moaning in pleasure. This only motivated Fred more, sending him crashing into Harry with such force that Harry was now crying from the brutal rectal wreckage.

George broke through the grogginess of his afterglow to see Harry getting pounded by Fred as Hermione pounded herself. Watching the girl scream out as she hit her own climax, Harry cried out one final time in unison with Fred and Hermione as his ass was filled with burning hot jism.

Shaking his head and laughing, George couldn’t help himself.

“What a bunch of bloody pervs we are,” he laughed.