The Sex Ban...

AN: I don’t own them and I am not making any money on this.

This is a crazy, humorous story that is both AU and OC. Take it tongue in cheek and I hope you enjoy it!

Hugs,
Corazon


The Sex Ban…

Chapter 1
The Sex Ban

It was a little known fact that, amongst the students, sex was prohibited at Hogwarts and banned in the wizarding world if under the age of 17. Now that the war was over and Dumbledore was not dead and Severus Snape was back to teaching potions, the seventh years decided to challenge the Sex Ban.

“Are you crazy?” snapped Hermione. “We are here for an education! Not to see who can shag who first and for how long!” She slapped her stray locks of bushy hair from her face as she cringed at Ron and Harry before returning to her homework. The three had been in a heated discussion about the unknown Sex Ban. Well, actually, she did know about it since she had managed to read, Hogwarts, a History, several times during her career as a student, but felt the ban was irrelevant to what Harry and Ron needed to know.

“Get a grip, Hermione,” snapped Ron, but then quickly calmed down if his plan was going to work. Leaning in a bit closer, he whispered, “If you were to let me and Harry take you at the same time, then the three of us would win the title.” Hermione’s head snapped in his direction with her mouth gaping wide open. Harry immediately moved out of arms reach as to avoid any repercussions from her temper and opened a book so as to make it clear it was not his idea.

“Ronald Weasley!” she snapped as she got to her feet. She grabbed her books, turned back to him and hissed, “If you think I am going to take you and Harry and fuck you both so that you can win some idiotic title, then you really have gone mental!” Turning on heel, she stomped from the Great Hall.

“Nice one, Weasley,” said a familiar, sneering voice.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” said Ron, but Draco ignored him and sat down along with his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. In a roundabout turn of events, Slytherins and Gryffindors were now on speaking terms.

“You sod off,” snapped Draco. “If it weren’t for your added criteria to the bet, then I could have won this title inside the first minute.”

“Oh, is that how long it takes – just one minute?” asked a confused Crabbe. Draco threw him a dirty look as Harry and Ron snickered.

“If Weasel here hadn’t added, It must take place at Hogwarts, I would hold the title right now. You should have left it alone,” snapped Draco.

“According to Hermione, you can’t have sex while you are a student at Hogwarts,” said Ron defensively. “But you can always quit school,” he sneered.

“It’s true,” said Harry. “So there will be no conjugal visits to Hogsmeade for any of us.” Harry decided to get the attention off Ron. “Do you have it in writing?” he asked Draco.

Draco nodded at Goyle, who pulled the scroll out from his robes and unrolled. “Just as we agreed on,” he said, handing it to Harry.

The first person to successfully fuck while in Hogwarts wins the title.

“Subtle,” said Harry, rolling his eyes. “But let’s add a few things. First, you can’t fuck without a partner; otherwise the title would have been won years ago.” They all were silent and nobody commented.

“Good point,” said Draco and he made the correction on the parchment. “We just state that it must take place with another student.”

“It wouldn’t have to be another student, would it?” asked Ron.

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for the squid,” spat Draco. Crabbe and Goyle busted up laughing.

“Fuck you!” hissed Ron.

Harry quickly intervened, “It has to be with another person, but it does not necessarily have to be a student. There are several students who are dating others outside of Hogwarts.” They agreed.

The couple who successfully fucks while in Hogwarts wins the title.

“And you must fuck while you are a student to win the title, otherwise we could all win it the day after our seventh year is over and then what is the point in that.”

“Agreed.”

The student who successfully fucks with another human being…Draco smirked at Ron… while in Hogwarts wins the title.

“Okay, but who is eligible?” asked Ron.

“Since the ban only applies to students who are 17 and older, only they should be eligible. Anyone younger is under the protection of the elder’s magical law prohibiting sexual relations between or with minors. The Ministry states that if an adult finds away around this law and has sex with a minor, the penalty is a lifetime in Azkaban,” said Hermione. They all looked up at her, surprised she had returned. “What?” she snapped, reaching for her quill on the table. “I left my favorite quill.” She looked at the parchment and shook her head.

“What? You want to be a part of it too?” smirked Draco.

Ignoring him she said, “You might want to add something about consensus. The person or persons involved need to consent to having sex, otherwise…”

“Okay, okay,” waved Ron, and then mumbled, “Who wouldn’t consent to having sex?”

The student who successfully fucks another human being while in Hogwarts and has no objection and they are a student of 17 years or older wins the title.

“Agreed?” asked Draco as he dotted the final i.

“Agreed,” they chimed and then all eyes fell on Hermione.

“I don’t consent to the idea of this whole thing, but…” she sighed, knowing it wasn’t worth the argument. “I suppose as long as the couple is in agreement, it couldn’t hurt anything. Besides, you will never find a way around the wards that prevent sex from occurring.” She turned and left.

“Ten galleons Granger takes the title,” smirked Draco.

“I heard that!” she called over her shoulder and the boys laughed it up. She headed back toward the Gryffindor common room, still not believing she just assisted them in that stupid agreement.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A month had passed and not to Hermione’s surprise, the boys were no closer to being “deflowered” than she was. But her status was due to a lack of effort. To her shock, the entire seventh years, or those who were seventeen, were taking their stab at the title. It made her Head Girl patrols much more difficult since there were couples in empty classrooms and vacant corridors at all hours of the day, groping and snogging, but never actually getting to the shagging part. She even saw a few couples being tossed out of the Forbidden Forest by the Centaurs.

Hermione liked a challenge, but this is one title she did not want to hold. So instead she kept up with her Head Girl duties and her studies, along with taking points away from those out past curfew. The amount of points she was taking away was extensive, but surprisingly she had the support of the staff.

After two months, there was still no success to defeating the Sex Ban, but the newest course of action was potions – lust potions, love potions, emphasizing particular body parts potions…

She walked into Great Hall only to hear a roar of laughter from the student body. As she made her way through the crowd, she found the target of the laughter – Neville Longbottom, but why?

“Get back to your seats!” she yelled, giving the Prefects dirty looks for contributing to the chaos. She glanced at the head of the Great Hall to see which staff was in charge – Filch and Trelawney, who were…

Ewwww, she cringed at the two groping each other. Obviously they had been the victims of a love potion. This was not the first time, but it was the worse couple to witness. The most humorous was Trelawney and Snape. Snape was literally dragging Trelawney around Hogwarts as she clung to his robes, professing her undying love for him. He finally realized all he had to do was unclasp his robes to escape. Leaving Trelawney with his billowing black robes in the middle of the courtyard, she rolled and squeeeeed for hours until a cure was found.

Now the students giggled while making their way back to their tables, but poor Neville just sat down on the bench, curled up tight with his head hidden.

“Neville?” whispered Hermione, who sat down next to him.

“Get away from me,” he hissed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, but he shook his head no. “Just tell me,” she pleaded. And again he shook his head no. “Come on, Neville, you can tell me. It can’t be that hard.” The students sitting within earshot began to laugh hysterically.

“It is that hard,” one of them cried out.

Harry whispered in Hermione’s ear what was wrong with Neville. “Draco doused Neville with a potion that causes a hard on.”

“Oh dear…” she said, blushing. “Um…let’s try to sneak you out of here…surly your robes are roomy enough in the front.”

Harry again whispered, “The potion also enlarged it.”

“Oh dear…” she said, blushing even more.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A month later Hermione still had not forgotten that incident. She was beside herself at how embarrassed Neville had been. She was now making her rounds before retiring for the night. It was several hours past curfew, but due to the newest course of action, the students were now illegally brewing lust potions, causing an unrealistic amount of sexual tension in the castle, so her rounds took longer and longer. She was walking past the Room of Requirement when…

WHAM! She found herself flat on her back.

“Oh gods, sorry, Hermione,” said Neville, who had just excited the room. “I didn’t see you there. I lost track of time and was trying to hurry back to the dorms and…” He reached down and helped her to her feet.

Dusting off the back of her robes, she asked, “Neville, what are you doing?” She was more curious than angry since she had never caught Neville out after curfew.

“It’s better that you didn’t know,” he said with a note of finalization in his voice. She looked at him for a moment and then decided not to pursue it. After all, what could Neville really being doing that was against the rules?

“Perhaps, but you need to get back to the dorms. I am on my way there,” she said with a smile. He breathed a sigh of relief and then suddenly panicked.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but promise not to tell anyone and if you don’t mind, I could really use your help. I must be a fool for taking on something like this, but I just couldn’t help it. Me, of all people and with my skill in potions…” Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and led her back into the in the room while mumbling the whole way. The room opened to a lab where a cauldron had recently been melted and several potion bottles were emptied.

“I am trying to brew AFVII,” he stated.

“What? AFVII! You mean the Aphrodite, Freya, Venus, Isis, and Ishtar elixir?”
she asked in shock. “Are you crazy? Neville Longbottom, you…”

“Please don’t, Hermione. You sound just like my grandmother.” This quickly shut her up.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around. AFVII was one of the most potent lust potions known in the wizarding world and to have it in one’s possession must be…illegal? Hermione was not even sure about it, but she knew it was a serious potion. She looked and realized that if it were illegal, then he technically had not done anything wrong, but this was due to the cauldron melting and destroying all of the ingredients.

“Why?” she whispered, while inspecting what was left of the work table.

His head dropped and he looked at the floor. “I want to get Draco back for what he did to me,” he said quietly. “I missed a week of classes, not to mention the sexual tension I endured. Do you know how often I had to…” She quickly held up her hand to stop him.

“Promise you will never answer that question and perhaps I can give you a few pointers.”

“You would do that?” he asked as a huge smile came over his face.

“Well…yes,” she said, somewhat hesitant. “After all, Draco has been causing a lot of mayhem around the castle with his lust potions. Perhaps if we just give him a taste of his own medicine…” Neville grabbed her and gave her a big hug. “…But we are not brewing AFVII. That is too dangerous.”

This crushed Neville, but then again, he had been friends with Harry and Ron long enough to know just what to say. “Just as well,” he sighed. “You wouldn’t be able to brew it anyway. Only a potions master is capable of that. Then again you are a girl and how often do you hear of a potions mistress…”

Between the insult of being a girl and the challenge of brewing such a difficult potion, she whipped out her wand and got to work.

For the first time in her short lived career as a student at Hogwarts, she not only ignored her Head Girl duties, but ignored her homework. She became obsessed with brewing AFVII. It was all she could think about. The idea of brewing at a potion masters – mistress level was enticing. The Room of Requirement gave her every ingredient she needed, including the illegal ones, but at this point she did not care. Three weeks later, it was finished.

Hermione bottled the potion and then stepped back to admire the beautiful, shimmering blue liquid that swirled in the bottle. She had taken every precaution possible by wearing dragon hide gloves and special robes while brewing. Being exposed to the potion, whether direct contact or absorbed through clothing, would give the same effects – the most powerful desire for lust ever experienced.

Removing her gloves and robes, she destroyed them as a precaution and then proudly left the room. Making her way into the Great Hall for lunch, she saw Neville and gave him a glorious smile, indicating her success. He nodded in return.

Suddenly there was an ear piercing shriek and everyone turned to the side doors. It was Trelawney and she was quite intoxicated with a love potion. “Severus! Severus Snape! Please, take me to your rooms and make love to me!” The entire student body and the staff turn to the high table and looked at Snape, waiting for his response. He glared at Draco, dropped his fork and sighed with a look equivalent to, “Here we go again.” He stood and quickly left the hall with Trelawney on his heels. Half the student body followed.

Hermione was too tired to care. She sat down at a nearly empty table and served herself some food. It was Saturday. She had plans to take a nap and then tackle her homework.

“Neville,” she said, looking up, expecting to see him there, but was not there. In fact he was nowhere in the Great Hall. She knew he would not be chasing after Snape because the man terrified him, so he must be… “Oh, gods!” she cried, realizing he went to get the potion to put on Draco. Neville had no idea just how powerful the potion was, so she quickly left to find him.

Neville went to the Room of Requirement and prepared the potion to be delivered to Draco by pouring it into a balloon and in the process manage not to spill a single drop on him. As he walked out of the room holding the large potion balloon, Peeves came floating out of a hidden classroom and stole the balloon from Neville.

Peeves took off with the balloon with Neville chasing him.

“That’s for Draco!” he yelled at Peeves. Peeves blew him a wet raspberry and disappeared into a locked classroom.

Hermione went to the Room of Requirement and found the empty vial. Panicking, she immediately left to find Neville.

Draco was leading the student body in chasing Trelawney who was chasing Snape, who was running up the stairs to the third floor corridor. Snape got just enough of a lead that he managed to slip into doorway unnoticed. He watched Trelawney and the students run by him and down the hall. Just as Snape stepped out, he heard foot steps coming his way and hid again.

Hermione was flying around the corner when WHAM! She ran smack into the statue of the Humpback Witch and knocked herself out cold. Snape winced at her initial impact, but then a smile appeared on his face. This is when Peeves came around the corner and saw her sprawled on her back. Taking the potion filled balloon, he threw it at her, dousing her with the contents. Peeves floated off with satisfaction.

“Gods, if it isn’t one thing, it’s another,” he mumbled as he walked over to Hermione. She was covered in blue, shimmering liquid and he shook his head. He assumed Peeves was filling balloons up with shampoo again. “Miss Granger, get off the floor this instant!” he snapped. Nothing, but just to make sure she was truly unconscious, he tapped her with his boot. Still nothing. Sighing, he bent down and pick up her. Thankful the hospital wing was on the same floor, he carried her there before Trelawney came back.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were now sitting in the Headmaster’s office getting a lecture. Hermione had spent just enough time in the infirmary to regain consciousness. Not even Madame Pomfrey had time to examine her because when Hermione came too, she saw the blue, shimmering liquid all over her clothes and blurted out, “I brewed AFVII and it is all over me right now!”

This is why Albus assembled the seven students together. He went into one of his lectures. “I don’t think any of you understand the seriousness of this situation,” said Dumbledore. “It is an unknown fact, but each year the seventh years challenge the sex ban. Why? I am not sure.” Hermione was having a difficult time concentrating. Lewd thoughts began to cloud her mind along with erotic desires and she was picturing herself in lewd positions with all of the people present, even Professor McGonagall.

“Perhaps it is because those who are seventeen and older feel as though they are ready to…fornicate…so they think they should be allowed to do it at school and…Miss Granger, would you please stop groping Mr. Weasley!” Hermione had her hands on Ron’s pants, trying to gain access, but she couldn’t locate his zipper. She quickly recoiled, trying to look innocent while Ron had a sheepish look on his face. Albus was well aware what she was going through, so he was trying to be understanding along with Minerva, who was fidgeting at every move her Head Girl made.

“Where was I?” he continued, “Oh yes, school is a place for your education not for…Miss Granger, would you please get off your knees and remove your mouth from Mr. Malfoy’s groin!” Draco had his arms wrapped around her head, encouraging her.

“It’s okay, sir. I don’t mind,” said Draco.

“Would you stop encouraging her!” snapped Harry, who grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her out of Draco’s grasp. She immediately spun around and claimed Harry’s mouth. He pursed his lips together, refusing to accept her tongue. Gently pushing her away, she didn’t budge, so he shoved her hard so she fell on her arse.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter. As I was saying, you are here for an education, so the quicker we get our Head Girl back to normal then the sooner…Miss Granger!”

“Hermione!” snapped Harry and Ron. Hermione had quietly walked behind McGonagall and grabbed her breasts. Minerva let out a scream.

Suddenly the door to the office burst open and in walked Snape. Hermione let go of her professor’s breasts and began sniffing the air.

“There you are, Severus. Where have you been? I summoned you almost an hour ago,” asked Albus.

“I was…um…in my rooms…um…and…” he stammered, something the potion master had never done.

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I need you to attend to Miss Granger’s situation,” began the headmaster. He then looked closer at Severus and noticed the sweat forming on his brow. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice.

“Fine,” snapped Severus, wiping his forehead.

“Oooooooh,” breathed Hermione as she made her way to Snape. “Tall, dark…mmmmmm…” she said hoarsely as she slowly circled him. Stopping by his side, she took his hand and commented on it, “Long…slender fingers…perfect for…” She looked up at him and slowly licked her top while moaning. Snape let out a low growl. Whether it was a warning or not, she paid no attention.

“Perfect for what?” asked Crabbe.

“What is going on, headmaster?” snapped Snape, who just realized the rest of the students were sitting there.

“Oh yes, apparently Miss Granger has been affected by the AFVII potion.”

“That’s impossible!” hissed Snape. “That potion doesn’t even exist.”

“Big feet too….oooooh,” said Hermione. “I wonder…”

“Apparently it does exist,” Albus said.

“Who brewed it?” asked Snape.

“I bet your long nose can reach a woman’s sweet spot,” whispered Hermione. Draco started laughing and Harry went wide eyed. Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle just sat with creased eyebrows, apparently confused by her comment.

Ignoring her, Albus answered, “Miss Granger brewed it.”

“Impossible,” he hissed. Hermione rubbed her body against the potion master as she ran her hand along his inner thigh.

“Why is it impossible? Because I am a woman? I don’t think you know just how much woman I really am…” she purred. Her hand reached its target just as…

“MISS GRANGER!” yelled Minerva, “Stop groping Snape!”

“Professor Snape,” corrected Albus. “Severus, I need you to find a cure for Miss Granger before she manages to…”

“Fuc…I mean fornicate with everything on two legs?” offered Draco.

“Mmmmm…they are right….big feet means a big cock…”

“Albus! Do something this instant!” shrieked Minerva.

“Severus, do what ever you need to do to get Miss Granger back to normal. I am fully aware that any potion you might brew may require some unorthodox methods, so whatever you need to do, you have my permission. I will set the wards to your commands.”

“Yes, sir,” said Severus. He then grabbed Hermione by the hair and held her at arms length. “Perhaps I should bring her with me so that I can better observe her reaction to the AFVII potion.”

“Good idea. Keep us posted,” said Albus. Snape left the office with Hermione forcibly in front of him since he did not trust her behind him.

Once they got to his office, he shut the door and let go of her. She sniffed the air and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

“You have been a busy little boy, professor,” she purred as she slowly walked toward him. “Madame Pomfrey said you were the one who carried me to the infirmary, and with the obvious musky essence in the air, I can only assume that the potion soaked into your robes and onto your skin. No wonder you were sweating, professor.” Standing in front of him, she placed her hand on his cock and felt it harden under her touch. “And with all that whacking off, you still have the stamina to get hard. I am impressed.”

“Miss Granger,” he said with a strained voice, “Until a few minutes ago, the AFVII potion did not exist, so it is safe to say there is not cure…at least not from a potion.”

“What are you saying, Severus…” She began to unfasten his pants.

“You have two choices…” he began as she pulled his pants down and released his erection. “You can quit school and go fuck whoever you want until the potion wears out or…oh gods,” she dropped to her knees and began stroking his cock with her fingers. “Or you can stay here and let me fuck the potion out of you…shit…” he said in a strained voice. Her lips were now on the head of his cock, sucking and slurping while running her hand on the underside of his shaft. He closed his eyes while deep moans came from him. She cupped his balls with her hands, rolling them between her fingers. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of him. “And since I was infected too, you will be assisting me in being rid of the potion.” She nodded and tried to continue her ministrations.

“Wait,” he said hissed. He walked like a penguin with his pants around his ankles, pulling her along by her hair. Grabbing a handful of floo powder from the mantel, he threw it into the fireplace and they disappeared – only to reappear in his private rooms.

He kicked off his pants, sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her back down to her knees.

“Continue,” he commanded. She latched back onto him. Her fingers messaged his perineum while her palms kneaded his balls. “Goooood….so damn gooood,” he hissed. “You truly are such a know it all…do that again…yessss…” He grabbed her head and pushed himself further into her mouth. “I never imagined you giving such good head…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“He’s fucking her,” smirked Draco.

“You’re mental. Dumbledore would never allow it,” argued Ron.

“You’re right. He’s not fucking her. She’s fucking him!” Draco took off with his cronies, all laughing.

“Do you think she is?” Ron asked Harry. Harry took a deep breath and was about to answer when instead he just sighed. He honestly didn’t know.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Gods…” he breathed as she took his balls into her mouth, sucking one and then the other. His hands clawed at the blankets under him and his legs stretched out with his hips jerking upward. She moved her tongue to the base of his balls, just above his anus, causing him to jerk a bit higher. Slipping one finger into his anus, she found her target and began to stimulate it.

The potion master was withering from her ministration. Sweat was forming on his brow. Releasing his balls from his mouth, she slipped her tongue along the underside of his shaft up to the ridge of the swollen head. His cock jerked as her tongue flicked the seam on the underside.

She drew her wand from her robes, said a silent spell and her wand began to vibrate. She placed it at the base of his penis and as her head bobbed up and down, taking in every inch of him in her mouth – her finger continued stimulating his prostrate.

Suddenly stiffening, he cried out, “Fuck!” Never had he felt such intense pleasure from oral sex. The fire ripped through him, down to his core as his release built. He watched himself slip in and out of her and just as his head slip past her lips, she pinched her lips together, sucker harder. Grabbing her head, his hips thrust upward, gagging her with his cock, but she continued taking all of him. A deep growl took over as he released into her mouth. His hot fluid filled her mouth, seeped out her lips, and down her chin. She licked him clean before releasing him. She stopped her wand and sat back on her knees. They both were silent as they caught their breath.

“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” he finally asked.

She smiled. “You remember that detention you gave me last month?”

“The one with Filch?” he asked. She grinned and winked. “Filch taught you? Oh gods…”

She laughed, “No…he had me rearrange the books in the Restricted Section and I came across a book on fellatio.” He nodded and was relieved that Filch had nothing to do with this. She got to her feet and began stripping off her clothes. He too got to his feet and undressed himself.

~TBC


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Hugs,
Corazon