Potions Project

It was strange, this happening to her. Hermione had never failed a class before. Extra-credit projects typically ensured her to get an A, not allow her to get one. She looked shamefully at her feet, a burning shame rising in her. She had let her parents down. She had let herself down.

Ginny waltzed downstairs, a light spring in her step. Landing in the common room, Ginny turned to see Hermione Granger, her best friend, sitting in near tears. Ginny glanced at her watch, 1:00AM. She had not been aware of how fast time got away from her when she was... well. When she was hitting her peak with none other than Harry Potter himself.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny's eyes seemed to bore concernedly into Hermione's.

"I'm failing potions. I have to do an entire make-up project on one type of 'enhancing' or 'inducing' potion. I have to brew it, try it, make an antidote for it, and then write a paper on how it affected me both ways."

As Hermione finished her panicky explanation, Ginny grinned. Hermione could not understand what could be amusing when this enormous project was due in a few days.

"That's the same project that the fifth years have for their semester project. You can work with me. I already brewed the potion."

"Err, alright. What is it?"

"Hermione, you'll hate it, but it's a hormone-inducing potion. It heightens sexual arousal at random times and allows for vital sexual organs to... cope better with intercourse."

"I c-can't do something like that."

"Why not? It's in the fifth year book."

"Oh? Well, perhaps I should try it." Though her best friend still seemed unsure, Ginny ran upstairs and filled a flask full of the warm potion. Practically drowning her in it, Ginny forced it down Hermione's throat.

"I'm still not sure if we should do this," Hermione worried.

"Well, let's take it up with Professor Snape."

"At one o' clock in the morning?" Hermione questioned, stifling a yawn.

"Sure, come on." And drawing their dressing gowns tightly around themselves, Ginny and Hermione set off to the dungeons. After ten minutes of ignoring the banging on his door, Severus Snape finally willed himself to tend to the problem.

"Weasley! Granger! What is the meaning of this?"

"Sir, we wanted to discuss a project with you. It absolutely could not wait."

"Very well then, inside. Fifty points from Gryffindor. This is an appalling hour."

Sitting themselves around a shrewdly-made stone table, Ginny and Hermione began to explain their project to Professor Snape. As Hermione listened to Ginny talk about the side-effects of the potion, Hermione felt an insatiable feeling between her legs. Barely able to contain herself, she kneaded her firm mound with her hand under the table.

This went unnoticed for a moment or two until Hermione let out a throaty moan. Snape's eyes flitted onto her and then to Ginny, who was now becoming red in the face. The potion was taxing her as well.

"And these are the effects?" Snape crossed his legs uncomfortably, as Hermione gasped.

"Yes, sir," Ginny said, stressing each word and beginning to lightly rub herself in a figure eight.

"G-girls, get ahold on yourselves. Th-this is..." But what it was, no one found out. A small creaking sound was heard and Snape's woolen pants pointed with his rock-hard erection. Hermione bolted upright. Her sense of danger increased.

"P-professor Snaaape," started Ginny. "I think we should also have a practical part of the project," she said barely stifling a horribly loud groan.

"I was thinking the same," said Snape, flourishing his wand. With two quick zips, he had Hermione chained to a wall naked.

"Why not me?" Ginny asked, hurt ever so slightly.

"I want you to undress. NOW!" Snape flicked his wand and Ginny was bent over roughly, clothes flying in all directions. Snape took a quick moment to survey the scene in front of him. Hermione Granger, sixteen year old virgin was chained to the wall, spreading a V for victory. Ginny Weasley, fifteen year old slut was bent over, rosy-wet lips puckered and craving an entrance.

Snape waisted not time in removing the clothen barrier preventing him from throbbing in the fresh air. At the sight of his red throbbing cock, Hermione gasped. It was much larger than she could have imagined on any man. Ginny gasped in appreciation. Snape took two steps forward and rammed his dick deeply into Ginny, earning a heavy scream of pleasure.

Her cum splattered on his balls as they bounced off of her clit. Ginny's legs were shaking with a pending orgasm as she drew nearer, but she found herself locked in position, unable to move a finger. Shooting cum deep inside of Ginny, Snape moved on. Hermione panted with anticipation.

"Calm down, Granger. That was just the pre-match stretch." Snape then proceeded to pick Ginny up, cherry red pussy dripping, and place her face right in front of Hermione's swollen lips. Ginny could smell Hermione from across the room, but here it was strong.

"Tongue fuck her, Weasley." Ginny hesitated, but obviously this was the wrong thing to do. Snape smacked her hard in the ass, sending her face flying into Hermione's juices. Ginny practically cried. Her ass stung in the cold dungeon. But with face buried in Hermione's pussy, she only could lick and hope to not suffocate. Hermione moaned in a slow pleasure.

Snape, measuring the situation, stood on Ginny's back. Ginny was delighted to find that he hardly weighed anything at all. Snape however, had different goals. He dropped his hot hard dick between Hermione boobs and thrust in and out, his large red mushroom cap smacking her in the chin. Just when he was about to explode in her face, he pulled away and cooled for a moment.

Hermione opened her mouth wide to moan for Ginny to stop, but again it was the wring thing to do. Snape shoved his dick far into Hermione's mouth, gagging her at first, but then pushing past her gag reflux. Grabbing great big bushy handfuls of hair, Snape hammered her in the mouth, earning a deep gag every now and then, but he didn't care: Her contracting throat muscles felt amazing on his huge cock. Snape shot tons of cum all down her throat, and she swallowed some, using some to suck him off with. He came again, but this time pulled out from her mouth and shot it in great arches all over her flushed face.

"One more thing will satisfy me I think." He hexed Ginny away from the un-orgasming Hermione.

Snape lay naked on the floor now. He jinxed Hermione to bounce up and down on his cock. Every now and then, he thrust his hips upward to meet her, splattering himself, the floor, and her with hot wet cum.

"Weasley! Lick my balls! NOW!" Ginny happily obliged. She didn't need him to jinx her onto her knees. She sat there quite contentedly and took sucking his dick and balls in turns, growing in rhythm with Hermione. At long last, Hermione's muscles contracted, leaving her limp with a heavy orgasm.

Ginny, who had not yet orgasmed was slightly crestfallen at this. She thought that this was the last bit of toture before the evening was over. She was dead wrong. With Hermione completely spent, she was of no use to him. He pulled Ginny's ass up in the air and slid his wet cock into her asshole while pinching her clit. Ginny cried in pain, fat tears sliding down her face as Snape's capable balls slammed her painfully over and over again. At long last she orgasmed heavily and came.

Snape, however, was far from done. He grabbed her tits with a strong forced and hammered into her even harder, doggy-styling it for twenty more minutes before he pulled his cock out of her ass, stuck it up her red pussy and fired his biggest amount of cum yet. He withdrew for a last time and splattered her all over the face and neck and tits. Using this, he titty-fucked her until her hair was soaking wet with cum from his dick exploding upward into her face.

He smacked Ginny and Hermione twice each with his dick across their face and three time across their asses to shake off the drying cum. Him being clean, he changed back into his clothes.

"Well, I'm going to have to fail you anyway, Granger."

"WHAT?!"

"Two things are wrong."

"What things?" asked Hermione incredulously, grabbing for her clothes. Even Ginny herself struggled to find clothing.

"You were the worst I've ever had," he started. "And you left out one humongous side-effect that caused this potion to be banned to the 'dangerous' category in 1924."

"What is this side-effect?"

"Using this potion makes the takers, should they be female, twice as suceptible to pregnancy without cure."


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