Hermione\'s Hospital Hijinx

Hermione Granger was not in a good mood. In her bed in the hospital wing, she continued to sulk over her current situation.
As a result of drinking the Polyjuice potion she had concocted for her, Harry and Ron, she had ended up sprouting orange fur and the features of a cat, all because that awful Millicent Bulstrode had cat hair on her. So, there she was, confined to her bed and bored out of her mind. She had finished her assignments ages ago, and had nothing with which she could pass the time. She dearly wished Ron and Harry would come and visit.
The furry cat-like ears that had replaced her own twitched unconsciously as she dwelled on her predicament. That was the last vestige of her metamorphosis, that and the tail hidden beneath her pleated skirt. It was covered with a soft down of orange fur, as were her ears, and it extended down to her knee-high black socks. It was also surprisingly dexterous; early on she had amused herself with picking up small things and tossing them to the foot of her bed, but she’d quickly tired of that. She sighed. She was just so bored.
Her prayers were answered, but not by whom she expected. The curtains around her bed were pulled aside, and she blinked as she took in her visitor.
It was Gilderoy Lockhart, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. In robes of baby blue that matched his eyes adorned with silver stars and crescent moons, his curly blonde locks and that winning smile, he was a vision. Her heart fluttered madly as she smiled weakly back at him.
“Good evening, Miss Granger,” he beamed as he strolled to her bedside.
“P-Professor Lockhart,” Hermione stammered, blushing furiously.
As he took a seat in a nearby chair, he produced from behind his back a beautiful bouquet of long-stem red roses, which he handed to her with a white-toothed smile. She took them with shaking hands, stuttering her thanks with her own wide-eyed smile.
Hermione brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled their sweet aroma, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt a gentle heat wash over her body, touching every nerve in her lithe form before settling in her tummy. She looked up at her professor, and found him sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling.
“I was shocked when I heard of your condition, Miss Granger, and I rushed over as soon as I could.”
He inched closer as he spoke, placing a hand on top of hers and squeezing. Her skin tingled pleasantly at his touch, and the heat in her belly flared anew. She didn’t speak; she seemed to have forgotten how. She simply leaned into him, sighing contentedly as he stroked her bushy mane of brunette hair. She didn’t protest when he continued down to her shoulder, turning her to look into his eyes.
He was dangerously close, so close that she could see her reflection in his eyes. He leaned in, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione moaned into his mouth and clutched at him, her body afire with lust. He pressed his tongue past her lips, and she eagerly accepted it.
His hands caressed down her arms to her slim waist, where he began working the buttons of her blouse. She didn’t resist, and she didn’t think she could have if she’d wanted to. He was strong and warm against her, and she felt a great need for him. He slid the garment down her arms, kissing the alabaster flesh that was revealed.
Letting it fall away from her, he deftly unhooked her training bra and slid that off as well, exposing her barely formed pre-teen breasts. He ran his hands lovingly over them, squeezing gently as she moaned in response to his ministrations. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples until they were erect, then leaned down to suckle them.
Hermione held the man’s head to her chest, moaning as she felt his practiced tongue lick and caress her swollen nubbin. He alternated, taking the other into his mouth, his hands roaming under her pleated skirt to fondle the small globes of her ass through her soaked panties.
He released her breasts and, laying her on her back, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties. He slipped them down her legs as Hermione stared avidly up at him, her little breasts rising and falling with each panting breath.
Lifting her skirt up, he spread her legs wide to view her pink, hairless cunny, already quite wet due to the enchantment she was under. Her lips were swollen and gave him a clear view of her pink, inner temple. He traced his index finger slowly up and down her slit, coating the digit with her juices. When it was sufficiently soaked, he brought it to her lips for her to taste.
Hermione rose to a sitting position and took his finger into her mouth immediately, licking and sucking her own warm honey from the digit. His other hand fished about in the folds of his robes, freeing his long, thick cock from his trousers. He withdrew his finger and took her hands, placing them on his throbbing member. Her hands instinctively gripped it, her eyes locked on his crotch. He moved her hands up and down his shaft, showing her how to service him.
She took to the task quickly, eager to please him. He placed a hand at the back of her head and gently guided her down to his crotch, and she complied by taking the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, running her tongue over as much as she could reach. He eased her head down slowly, pushing more and more of his cock into her mouth, until the head bumped the back of her throat. His fingers ran through her bushy mane as he fucked her eager young mouth.
“I always knew you were talented, Miss Granger,” he said as Hermione moaned around the cock in her mouth, sucking harder.
The professor pulled her head up, his glistening cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Instructing her to get on all fours, he positioned himself behind her, hiking her skirt up over her still boyish hips. He rubbed his cock head up and down her slit before staring the initial push, forcing his cock past her entrance.
Hermione bit down on her blankets to keep from crying out as he ripped through her hymen, stealing her virginity forever. She feared that the pain would last, but as her professor pushed more of himself inside her, the agony of her deflowering gave way to intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Moaning into her blankets as he stretched her virgin cunt, she pressed her ass back at him, wanting more. She gave no thought to the trouble she would be in if Madam Pomfrey walked in on her in her current predicament; all she knew was that she wanted as much of Professor Lockhart’s throbbing phallus in side her as she could take, and more.
“You’ve always been my favorite student, Miss Granger,” he said, once he had fully buried himself inside her vicelike cunt.
All she could do was moan as he began fucking her with long, slow strokes, her toes curling and uncurling beneath her socks, her tail wrapping itself around her lover’s waist. Their bodies rocked slowly back and forth as he slid his length in and out of the girl, her eyes shut and her face contorted sensuously in a seemingly perpetual moan. Her bushy hair swayed with their movements, and her hands held her sheets with a crushing grip.
Each time the tip of Lockhart’s cock bumped her cervix, she grunted like a little piglet, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts with wanton enthusiasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her each time he moved inside her, almost to the point where the sensation was unbearable.
He reached down to pinch her nipples, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. Her tight, pre-teen body quivered at his touch, ripples of pleasure radiating wherever his fingers met her skin. Her back arched as he fucked her, beads of sweat making her alabaster skin glisten. Her juices flowed freely down her slim thighs, soaking her bed sheets. Her bushy mane of hair flew wildly as she tossed her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling as she moaned her pleasure to any who could hear.
His thrusts were more forceful now, moving out faster and pushing in harder. She screwed her ass back at his wonderful cock with equal fervor, feeling suddenly as if her body was nearing something.
“Something’s–Mmm!–Something’s ha–Aah!–ppening!”
The professor held her by her slim waist as he began fucking her with abandon, pounding into her mercilessly. She sobbed and moaned into her blankets all at once, the pain and the pleasure meeting and swirling together until she couldn’t tell which was which. The flesh of her ass cheeks made a sharp slapping sound each time he hammered fully into her, smacking against his thighs.
Hermione’s young body couldn’t take any more. Her body tensed and she pressed her face into the mattress to muffle her orgasmic screams, her abused cunt clenching like a fist around her professor’s pistoning cock. Every nerve in her body was alive with heat and unbridled ecstasy, every muscle contracting as electric pleasure flowed through her. Even the hairs on her tail stood on end, the appendage lashing wildly.
She felt the first splash of his cum hit her cervix, the gooey stuff hot inside her, his second and third spurts following shortly thereafter, her contractions milking the stuff from his balls as fast as he could supply it. He kept shooting his seed into her, and her cunt kept on clenching. He pumped so much into her that it flowed around his thrusting member and down her already soaked and quivering thighs.
His pace slowed, and ultimately stopped when he was sure he’d emptied his full load into her belly. His cock shrank and slipped out of her thoroughly fucked cunt, slick with their juices and the blood of her lost virginity.
Her climax subsiding, Hermione collapsed to the bed, her body covered in sweat, gasping for breath. Her outer labia seemed to swell shut, as if to jealously hold as much of her lover’s seed as it could.
Professor Lockhart carefully moved her back to the top of the bed, covering her sleeping form up to the neck and placing her discarded clothing under the sheets with her.
Straightening his robes, he drew the curtains around her bed and left the hospital wing.
A most gratifying bit of research for my next book, he thought, a different kind of smile creeping onto his face.