Hermione and Luna's Blowjob Adventure

((Big thanks to "Englishwitch" for the inspiration and "help" writing the middle section, parts of which are lifted from his story, "Test of the heart". He would like it known, however, that he does not like this story.))


Hermione and Luna crossed their fingers. Dumbledore pulled a glass ball out a chalice at the head of the great hall. A name was etched on the ball.
“Susan Bones!”
Students at Hufflepuff immediately pounced on her and started tearing at her clothes. She let out mock shrieks.
"Dammit." Hermione slowly lowered her head to the table, lightly tapping it. "She fuckin’ loves it.. I hate her."
"We’ll never get laid...” sighed Luna Lovegood, seated next to her. Luna watched as the whole of Hufflepuff dragged a naked and flailing Susan past her seat and into a side door. "Wow they were really quick with Susan... Hannah Abbott took them like 5 minutes to get her knickers off."
Hermione tapped her head again and said nothing.
"Luna, go back to your table!"
Harry and ron took seats across from them, Harry stuffed a whole biscuit into his mouth.
"No one cares but you, Ron." said Luna, eating more french fries.
"Uh yeah they do! It’s the rules and if McGonagall catches you you'll...get detention!"
"You don't even KNOW the penalty Ron."
"Luna...just go."
"Make me"
Ron reached over and took her plate.
"Fine I’m not even hungry anyway!"
"Please stop..." moaned Hermione from the table. "Where were you??? You missed the ritual gang rape victim"
Ron and Harry giggled maniacally. "We put Susan's name in the chalice."
"You WHAT?! That's not funny Harry! The Choosing is important, Hogwarts needs to be fed! The victim is supposed to be chosen by Hogwarts! ...It's very old magic!"
They laughed harder. Luna started picking at Hermione’s uneaten broccoli.
"Whatever! We’re gonna go watch Susan Bones get fuckin’ reamed!" said Ron lowering his voice as some prefects passed.
"She’s really hot." said harry matter-of-factly. "Okay, later losers!"
Harry disappeared. Invisibility cloak of course. Then Ron a second later.

Hermione seethed. It was all so unfair, people break the rules and live the good life. Girls who are hot...get laid. Unfair.
"So Hogwarts really chooses the victim?" said Luna breaking the silence with a mouthful.
"It’s in Hogwarts: a history. The castle isn't just some castle, it's aware of us, and once a month it requires a house to Violate one of it’s members in the dungeon under the castle. The protective enchantments come from sexual energy, and the castle itself being sexually satiated by viewing young children being violent raped."
"Ooooh...you make it sound boring..."
"I can't believe they're sneaking down there...in that CLOAK...what is that cloak anyway!? Where the fuck did it come from??!"
"Watch your language please." Luna had a Quibbler open on the table and turned a page. The great hall had just about settled down now.
"You know the shit..stuff...I could do with that cloak? I could do anything I wanted...I could see anyone naked that I wanted...I could just...follow them around and watch them take a bath and sleep next to their bed naked and screw myself with a dragon dildo and they would never even notice. Well...if I was quiet, which I DEFINATELY can be! I could just park in the boys showers all day...in the faculty showers! God..."
"we could see how big Dumbledore’s cock is!"
"If a ghost jerked him off do you think he would go with it?"
"Haha I don't think I could look at a big dick and not put it in my mouth, Hermione." laughed Luna.
"Well you're not going, so you won't have to worry about that"
"What do you mean?" Luna slumped and stuck her lip out in that exaggerated 'I’m so sad' way that she does.
"I'm not masturbating with you breathing down my neck...and my back..and my shoulders....all that moisture condensing...getting hot under the blanket...you panting in my ear...ugh...no thanks."
"You suck! take me! I wanna see Dumbledore’s dick! And Dean...and Crabbe!"
"Crabbe?"
"you’re not even curious?"
"Well okay, a little."
Luna looked for Dean Thomas. He was about to pass them on his way out with Seamus.
"Dean can I suck your dick?!"
They didn't even look as they passed. "Shut up Luna."
Luna yelled after them. "I love you!"

"Frenchbread..and guest!" said Hermione to the fat lady.
"30 minutes!" shrieked the fat lady, putting her glasses on and seeing Luna. "Oh...10 minutes!"
She opened to let her and Luna into Gryffindor. Luna was still reading her quibbler folded in one hand. "-and then there’s thestral penises which are like sort of thin but they can stretch like to three times their length and you can wrap them around your arm which is kind of cool...since I can see them. Have I told you?"
"Yes." replied Hermione.
"Hippogriff penises are great, they’re nice and thick and squishy and they don't smell. They do kind of smell though, like zandermuss, which is sort of sweaty. That’s a fungus that grows in the mouths of man eating statues in South America."
Some Gryffindors were staring at them from across the room now.
"Luna maybe you shouldn't talk while you’re my guest unless you want it to be 5 minutes next time."
"Ten minutes isn't normal?"
"No. it's because everyone knows you’re a weird pervert."
They approached the stairs to the boy’s dorm. Hermione waited till some boys left the hall and got out her wand.
"Accio cloakofinvisibility" after a few moments they could see the cloak spiraling down the staircase as if pulled by an invisible hand. "Ha, they still haven’t fixed that." said Hermione picking it up as it fell to rest at her feet. up the stairs they could hear a crash and Harry’s voice yelling something.
Hermione turned to Luna. "Quickputthecloakon!"
And they were gone. Harry, Neville, and Nearly Headless Nick fell down the stairs in a heap.

It took a bit longer then expected to climb the stairs to the Gryffindor ladies dorms under the cloak, but once they made it they were home free. After much jumping up and down, Hermione was ready to get down to business. She was practically trembling thinking of all the possibilities. Who would she find first...definitely one of the staff...oh wait no..Harry?? No, that could wait. Oh yeah, Luna.
"You can find her way back to Ravenclaw can't you?"
"Whaat!?" she gasped. "I want to use it too!"
Hermione was normally not a selfish person when it came to sharing and taking turns. But this was serious. She was already horny from seeing the ritual choosing and stealing the cloak was bringing her right to the edge. She was going to get off tonight if it killed her.
Luna had ideas of her own though. "Don’t you have homework or something?"
"Yes! And so do you!"
Luna grabbed one of Hermione’s alchemy books and waved in front of her. "look Hermione...hooomewooork..." Papers started to fall out of the book.
Hermione leaned in to grab it from her and Luna swiped the cloak out of her right hand and promptly disappeared, leaving the book to fall to the ground, papers and all.
Hermione grasped at air. "Luna!"
But it was too late, the door swung open and she could hear Luna singing under the cloak all the way down the hall. She couldn't believe it.
"Missus Pomfrey was a health nut, she cooked food in a wok, Mister Flitwick was her boyfriend and he had a great big..."

Hermione was in bed with two books and a notepad open. It was past midnight. She was trying to copy runes. The words and signs were all blurring. She read a sentence for the third time in a row, and forgot it again as soon as she finished. It just looked like paper and words. She changed her position and rubbed her thighs together. Her shirt rode slightly up under the blankets, and the blankets stroked her belly giving her a small tingle of electricity. She couldn't focus at all. Most everyone was asleep. Lavender and Parvati were still up playing with a stuffed ladybug they had made animate by placing the soul of a real ladybug inside. She thought if anyone tried to talk to her she would probably bite their head off. She wondered why nobody seemed to care about the rights of insects and where the line was. Maybe she could just go and viciously get off in a bathroom stall or something. No someone would notice...it was after curfew so where was Luna? Good thing she knew the Gryffindor password. She could go to the room of requirement! Or another bathroom. Would it look weird if she got dressed right now and left? WHERE WAS LUNA?

Eventually she decided on none of the above, counting on Luna to return. Parvati and Lavender left the room. Luna's head appeared in front of the door as it closed.
Hermione threw down her books. "Well it’s about time Luna! ...where are all your clothes? "
"I don’t know." Luna dropped the cloak and had not a scrap of clothing on her. Her hair, her face and chest were strewn with sticky splotches and lines of cum, some fresh, some dry. She had a huge dopey smile on her face. Hermione made a face and looked away. "Balthazar, Luna put something on."
"I gave blowjobs to the entire Ravenclaw east dorm while they were sleeping." she said, glowing. "I’ve never seen so many cocks in my life"
"Wow, where did you put it all?" Hermione tucked the cloak safely under the heavy nightstand, where it couldn't fly away on her.
"Anywhere?" said Luna. “I’m a Lovegood.”
"It’s all in your hair...eeew" Hermione laughed.
"I cant even move...I’m going right to bed to pass out."
"Luna, your bed's in Ravenclaw."
Luna fell into Hermione’s bed, scattering her open books and crawled under the sheets.
"No! Ew! You’re getting Ravenclaw semen all over me and my sheets!"
"Wouldn’t be the first time!"
"Sssh!" she listened for noises in the hall. "Actually, yes it would." Hermione said unamused.
Luna giggled and slid her naked and slicked up body up against Hermione and tried to wrap her arms around her and kiss her mouth.
"Ew! Luna! I have roommates!"
Just then they heard someone at the door. They both shut up, and Luna ducked under the covers. Hermione fumbled for her wand next to the bed and turned off all the lights with an unspoken spell she'd been practicing, and feigned sleep.
"Lumos" It was Harry Potter's voice. Luna was being tracked! Harry tiptoed in, and lurked quietly around the room as Hermione and Luna listened. He began looking through her chest and opening drawers with his wand.
"Accio cloak." he whispered.
Nothing happened. Hermione breathed an internal sigh of relief. Finally he whipped the covers down off the bed, and they all yelped in surprise. Luna was clinging to Hermione like a mollusk. Hermione turned on the lights.
"Harry....what are YOU doing here?!"
"You girls are fucking gross." said Harry putting out his wand. "Where’s my cloak? I know you know."
"I don't know what you’re talking about..." said Hermione. Just then Lavender Brown and Parvati entered behind Harry and screamed, chasing him out.

Early the next morning at Hogwarts the sky was deep purple, and Hermione was determined to get some action with the cloak before Harry could take it away from her. She had a plan. Now was the time when the Slytherin boys came in from Quidditch practice to shower before eating breakfast. She Didn't have much time before the boys got inside then it would be impossible to sneak into the locker room without bumping into someone. Hermione liked the Slytherin team; they had more...variation in appearance. Something about that turned her on. She rooted for Harry’s team on big games because he was her friend and all, but ALWAYS made sure to be at the Slytherin games. And practices. And locker rooms if they would let her in, but they wouldn’t. No girls allowed, and especially no delusional Griffindores, all thinking they’re Merlin’s gift to the world, gallant white knights who need to save everyone. After Harry potter ACTUALLY saved everyone, Griffindores’ inflated egos have been reaching epic proportions. That’s why Slytherins hate him so much. If only he had been in Slytherin. He’d have been THEIR hero, a fine example of pure blooded nobility.

Running down a corridor she knew was a good shortcut during morning hours, a man-sized empty vase with an engraving of a Salem witch caught her eye. The witch was nude and standing trial in front of an assembly of townsfolk. "That’s so Slytherin." she said out loud- quickly cupping her hand to her mouth when she realized her mistake. But no one used this corridor. She decided it would better to strip here before continuing.

What am I doing... Am I really doing this? she thought to herself. Her hands were shaking as she reached up to undo the buttons on her nightshirt. She pulled it down off of her shoulders and crumpled it into a ball, reaching up she tossed it down into the vase.
I'm not even folding it, what's up Hermione?
Her small breasts sat in a pink bra, pale from lack of sun. Her hands flew to her pajama pants. She slid them down past her hips and over her legs.

She considered skipping the rest of her classes to enjoy the cloak. What’s one day? Out of a year? She felt sick as the reply came back to her. A FUCKING LOT CAN HAPPEN IN ONE DAY AND YOU HAVE TO- but she snuffed that out happily and fell into a giddy relaxed state. She kicked off her trainers and socks, and stood for a second in the cold corridor in underwear. She kind of liked how the colors didn't match. But time was not on her side, she was sure she only had about five minutes. She unclipped the bra and shook it off her arms letting her small, pointy breasts brush the silk of the cloak; she let out a shaky breath of air. Next she yanked down her underwear exposing her pussy. It was already moist with anticipation, and sending signals to her brain to touch herself.
"Not yet..." She whispered under her breath. She bundled the rest of her clothes up and stowed them away.

She slid through an open door. A few Slytherins were just turning a corner, coming towards her on the far side of the hall. Hermione threw her back against the stone wall instinctively. Her body shivered in protest and her nipples grew hard under the cold sensation. She stopped breathing and waited for them to pass. It took a little longer then expected. When they finally did, she ran down the hall as quickly as she could, taking a deep gasping breath, and taking special care to make sure her feet landed just right to stop that slapping sound a barefoot makes when running over a cold hard surface.

She jumped out of the way of two groups of running students. Another group of girls was moving quickly down the hall toward the cafeteria, Hermione hugged the wall again as they passed. Oak wall this time. One of the girls' shoulders lightly brushed her breasts, swishing the cloak around, But Hermione was the only one that noticed.
The risk factor was terrible, then exciting, then terrible again. She could see the locker room door, but she could also see the boys heading toward it, they were sweaty and laughing at something Timothy Linseed was doing. It had obviously been a good practice, which meant it would be a long shower. Hermione had timed them. She had watched that door on more then one occasion, imagining what was going on in there. Going straight to the room of requirement afterwards to masturbate furiously. Which only gave her a really nice bed with lots of pillows, not the plethora of sex toys and wet, naked Slytherins that she actually required.

Hermione had come too far and grown too horny to turn back. Forgetting about stealth she clutched the cloak and ran for the door, her feet slapping all the way. There was too much noise coming from the group of boys for anyone to really notice. She was only just ahead of them by a meter when she slammed through the door into the shower room. The sudden opening of the door as if by a ghost made the boys hesitate for a second, this second was all Hermione needed. She ran across the room and into the shower area.
Nearly three meters above the showers was a large window, which was always left ajar for the steam to escape, this window had a very large ledge, large enough for say, a girl to sit on and watch the team shower. She used the showers to haul herself up and had just parked her naked butt onto the window ledge as the boys came through the door. It was still freezing through the fabric. One good thing about the window being so high was that even with her legs hanging down she was out of reach of the boys unless they stretched up and grabbed her, but no one would do that, right? She almost giggled at the though.

She watched excitedly as the boys began to strip down, gripping the marble in-between her thighs. One boy in particular attracted most of her attention, Draco Malfoy. She brushed a little hair out of her face and kept her eye on him. He worked on getting off his robes and she stared at his surprisingly nice chest. A little belly fat, not too much muscle, pretty cute. Too bad he was such a douchebag. She wondered if he worked out in secret. Her right hand unconsciously strayed to her pussy. Which was practically dripping already. She lightly touched her moist lips and had to bite down on several fingers on her left hand not to gasp from the sudden pleasure. Her right fingers strayed again to her pussy, and slowly moved up and down the entrance, teasing the lips just enough to stir pleasure but not take it any higher toward climax.

She smiled perversely as Draco's hands moved to his pants, in one swift stroke he pulled down his pants and underwear and tossed them near his other clothes. Hermione was shocked at how huge draco’s dick was. His dick lay flaccid at about five inches. She suddenly found herself longing to see it erect. Other boys were stripping down too. It was so hot. It was overwhelming. Marcus, Miles, wow, Adrian Pucey, he was pretty good too! Pulses went through her bare thighs.

Draco chose a shower nearby, where she could get a great look at his body. She stared at his butt as the water poured over him. Her hand continued to tease her pussy. She started slowly, allowing a single finger to enter her. She wanted to rub his cute belly, and slowly stroke his cock into stiffness. She stared at Draco's dick and imagined it was thick and throbbing. In her mind it was a foot long and just soft enough to be malleable. She wanted it to slide into her pussy and make her scream with orgasm again and again.

She rammed her finger into her pussy and gently wriggled it around inside her. She bit hard on her other hand to stop herself moaning. As she moved her finger in and out of her pussy she kept her eyes solidly on Draco, She wanted to grab that monster and demand that he fuck her until she collapsed from exhaustion. She slid a second finger into her dripping pussy and let out an almost silent gasp as a wave of pleasure coursed through her body. The gasp was lost over the noise of the showers. She used the fingers to stroke the deepest parts of her cunt. The pleasure ripped its way through her body, she bit her lip and tried to breathe silently as she watched all the naked boys around her soaping their smooth skin.

The steam billowed and moved around the cloak. The warm, damp cloak clung to her skin in places, making the whole thing more unbearable. Marcus stared straight at her for a few seconds while brushing his teeth in the shower (how weird) like he was trying to work out what was happening. He dismissed it as a strange breeze through the window churning the steam into odd shapes. It was more probable than a horny naked Gryffindor with an invisibility cloak sitting there and watching them. For a second she worried that the steam might give her away. She almost wanted it to happen. She imagined taking off the cloak and offering her body to them, each of them fucking both her ass and pussy, sucking them and masturbating two of them at the same time with both her hands. She plunged yet another finger into her twat sending the largest wave of ecstasy through her body.

Realistically, if she was caught they would probably only ridicule her and kick her out into the hall...naked. Probably take the cloak too. She was a mudblood after all. She rubbed her clit and felt the juices run over her hand and onto the window ledge, she could feel a pressure building deep inside her, her orgasm was near. She rubbed herself frantically, massaging every part of her labia that she could reach, her body was starting to stiffen and her breathing was becoming frantic. Hermione bit her lip hard to prevent herself from grunting. She gave one final squeeze to her clit and let out a deep silent moan as her orgasm exploded from within her. Her body twitched for a few seconds, threatening to throw her from the slippery ledge. The pure erotic ecstasy enflamed her mind, filling her with the post-orgasmic feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment. She smiled stupidly.

She moved her eyes down again and stared deep into the eyes Draco Malfoy. He was looking right at her. Then he turned his head back around, seeing nothing. What a fucking turd, she thought.

"Yeah so then they had her up on the wall by her arms, and she's crying and sniffing but she's so faking it."
"Her vag is like the size of my dad's Buick!"
It was after dark and Harry and Ron were telling the whole gruesome-rape-of-Sarah-Bones tale to hagrid in his cabin. He dabbed perspiration from his large forehead.
"Wow...well...don't do that again, you could really get into trouble! ...but golly...they all took turns screwing poor Sara’s holes after they were stretched out like that?"
"They used some weird spells..um..egoglio?" Ron’s broken wand flashed suddenly from his shirt pocket. The flash shot straight up, ricochet off a hanging pan and hit a lounging Fang. He shot up immediately, running in circles growing a giant boner.
"AAH! Oh! Sorry! Haha...that wasn't it! ...Hahaha eeeew!..."
"RON! What was that?!" Hagrid tried in vein to secure Fang and his growing wiener. Harry dodged him across the room. That’s when Hermione opened the door.
"Harry I have your-"
Fang immediately ran up to Hermione and jumped on her back, she collapsed with a thud and he started jack hammering her skirt at lightning speed with his big red swollen dick, not even hitting anywhere near her vagina. She was no match, he was almost bigger then she was.
"AAH! AAH! AAH! HAGRID!" she screamed as fang panted in her ear
Hagrid was in shock. And so were Harry and Ron.
"Um!" choked Ron.
Hagrid held his hands out in a frozen gesture of helplessness. "Oh!...oh..no.....hmmm.."
Hermione was on her side slowly moving across the floor. "OH! OH! OH! AAH! AAH! HELP!"
Fang didn’t let up at all, his eyes were huge. Her skirt was up now and so was one of her legs, Fangs swollen member was sliding right between them making her knickers gooey with cum. Harry rubbed his chin as if in deep thought. Ron clutched his messy hair.
"HA-GRID-DOS-OME-THI-NG" cried Hermione, she managed to clutch a chair but it only gave a grinning Fang the angle he needed to finally push aside her grey panties and strike gold. Deeply. All 10 inches of dog cock was thrust into her cunt.
"OOOooooh" the observing party groaned in unison.
Fang had Hermione bent over the chair helpless, he was panting louder then ever and so was Hermione. "AH! AH! UGH! UUUNGH! UUUNGH! UNGH! FUCK!"
Above it all they heard the sound of approaching steps outside. The door creaked open, it was Dumbledore. "Good day Hagrid! I just wanted to talk to you about the-" he stopped in his tracks and saw one of his top students being raped by a dog in the middle of the floor. "Ohhh......."
Ron glanced at Dumbledore, Dumbledore glanced at Hagrid, Hagrid glanced at Ron, they all glanced at Harry who was holding his breath, and back to Hermione. Her head was bobbing up and down. Her hair was in the dog’s mouth and sticking to her face. She was panting now too.
"UUNGH UUNG UUGN OHFUCK! OHSHIT! OHFUCK! UUUNGH! AAAAAA!"
Fang came unto her pussy and small jets of white cum shot out the other way and sprayed the floor, leaking all over her clothes. Her body undulated and trembled.

The dog got off her back and she slumped onto her creamy tush. Fang then shoved his still quite large and imposing cock into her head a few times, got off another load, and then ran out the door. Hermione was a mess. Her clothes were disheveled and sticky, her hair was clinging to her face, cum ran down her blouse and down her thighs as she sat there on the wood floor catching her breath.
"I'm giving you all detention." said Dumbledore.

"Plleeeaaasse understand Professor... It wasn't my fault! He jumped on me! The second I came in! It could have been you if I hadn’t been there first! It's just not fair to give me detention I didn't deserve! ...Although it won’t affect my studies of course...”
Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and cleaned them on his robe.
"First let me just say... that that was the most nasty, sickening display of bestiality magic I have ever seen from a student. It was really something. And frankly I'm impressed. I didn't know you had it in you."
Hermione was dumbstruck. Dumbledore examined his lenses through the moonlight. He made a face, opened a shelf in his desk, put the glasses in, took out an identical pair, and started cleaning those.
“I never thought a girl like YOU could be so uh...” he put the glasses on and seemed to examine her face, particularly her mouth.
"But it is quite advanced magic...and we do have rules here at Hogwarts."
Hermione saw an opening. "Oh I'll do anything professor!" She moaned, gripping a particularly phallic looking statuette on the headmaster’s desk. Dumbledore stared at the statuette. He stroked his beard.
"Well there is this..snake." said Dumbledore tapping his fingers together.
"Snake, professor?"
"Yes, a rather..LARGE..snake. It’s been causing a lot of trouble around here...we’d need you to kill it for us...you think you would be up for that task miss Granger?" Dumbledore slid his gilded chair out from under his desk, reached deep into his robes, and pulled out the biggest cock Hermione had ever seen up close. It was thick, slightly limp and pitch black with a small gold cock ring at the tip. It was slightly shriveled on the outside as if it had been blasted or burned. A white vapor emanated from it.
"I can't talk about it." said Dumbledore, mysteriously.

He kindly removed the cock ring. Hermione climbed onto the desk. She reached her head down and got to work, rubbing it up and down slowly. She licked it, it tasted like burnt chocolate. It was soft, and warmer then she expected. She sucked what she could fit in her cheek. She slapped it against her open mouth and tongue. She rubbed it in her face. She loved every second of it, it was Dumbledore’s big magic dick.
His eyes closed "Oh yes...oh yeees....you’re so...young..and...I'm so old..."

She stroked it and stroked it. Soon it began to twitch out of control, and shot a jet of glowing green semen across Hermione’s face. She let the cock fill her mouth with cum and swallowed it. When she sat back up again Dumbledore was fast asleep with his hands neatly folded on his stomach. Behind him the portrait of Armando Dippet was jerking off.
"Yeah, you like that don't ya, you little slut."
"I AM a slut." she said. She stumbled off the desk and out of the office. Colors seemed different, and a bit brighter then normal. She was kind of dizzy. She looked at her hand. Her fingers looked like miniature Dumbledore penises. She put them all in her mouth and walked an irregular squiggly line back to the common room.