Hermione was heading home, after a long week of work. She had just started working as an arithmancer at gringotts and an executive goblin was always breathing down her neck, keeping watch on her. Apparently, all recent graduates of Hogwarts were kept on a tight leash at gringotts, until their trustworthiness could be confirmed. It had been a tough week, with Ron gone and and her new job, but she had finally made it. Hermione was looking forward to Ron's return from his business trip this weekend, and wanted to get home early to do some cleaning. She walked not really paying attention to the passerby around her, when a hooded and cloaked man suddenly appeared in front of her blocking her way.
"Excuse me, " said Hermione, but the man made no effort to move. Suddenly, she felt her legs lock together and her arms stiffen and clamp to her side. The man had petrified her! Hermione was about to fall forward but the man had already thrown his arm around her and kept her from falling. His face was still shadowed by his hood, and Hermione immediately suspected a possible Death Eater. But the Death Eaters had been defeated years ago. Who could possibly have a motive to attack her?
As Hermione tried to think of an answer, she could feel the fear rise in her throat, but she was totally paralyzed. Her mouth was still working though, but even as Hermione thought of trying to call for help the man covered her mouth with his hand, and she felt the tug of sidelong apparition. Then she heard a man say "stupefy", and all became blackness.
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Hermione woke groggily, struggling to collect her thoughts. She was lying on a bed spread-eagle, and her wrists and ankle felt sore. The window was open and faint light was still coming through, but the sun was already on the horizon. Where was she? What had happened? Then it hit her. Someone had kidnapped her in the street as she was going home from work. Hermione felt panic set in and tried to rise but couldn't. They had tied her to the four corners of the bed! Hermione looked around but no one else was in the room. The door to the room was open but Hermione was bound too tight to get a better look, and couldn't see where the hallway led. Outside the window was only trees and the quickly descending night. Her only hope now was that someone would discover her here and help her.
But even after calling for a hour no one answered, and the sun had completely set. Hermione desperately thought of what she could do, Ron wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon, but by then it might already be too late. Hermione could feel tears start to well up in her eyes, but before she could cry a voice called out…
"Don't worry. I'll let you go… eventually. "
It was a man's voice, and Hermione could hear him chuckling. Hermione looked up and saw that someone had appeared in the door to the room. The hooded man! His voice was somehow familiar, and Hermione eyes widened.
"…Lockhart?"
"Yes, very good! You were quite the bookworm, if I remember correctly, " Lockhart said as he took off his hood.
"As you can see, I've regained my memory. And some other things as well." Lockhart touched his scar.
Hermione looked up at Lockhart in disbelief. Lockhart had lost his memory years ago, and was hospitalized! Yet, here he was, in the flesh and walking and talking like he did all those years ago. But his handsome face now looked older, and was scarred on one side, and his chest much more muscular and broader, when before he had been round bellied.
"For better or worse, you can see the years have changed me…" Lockhart said.
"Please, let me go!", pleaded Hermione. "I haven't done anything to you!"
"Hahahaha, " Lockhart laughed venomously, his eyes glittering with malice. "You haven't, but your friend -no your husband now, has. Today I will take my revenge. "
Lockhart slowly walked to stand beside Hermione, and bent his body over her. Hermione's heart leapt into her throat as, as she thought the worst was about to happen. This is it, thought Hermione, he's going to kill me and then kill Ron, when suddenly Lockhart's mouth enveloped her own. For an instant Hermione and Lockhart kissed, but a moment later Lockhart recoiled, blood dripping from his lip where Hermione had bitten him.
"You bastard, " breathed Hermione, "if you're going to take your revenge just kill me, but don't hurt Ron."
"Hahahaha, I guess you're not as smart as I thought, " Lockhart said. "I don't intend to hurt Ron, I intend to get revenge by doing what he did to me. Taking what he loves in life most."
No, this can't be happening, thought Hermione, as she realized what Lockhart intended with his sudden kiss. But as she struggled to find some way out of her plight, Lockhart snapped his fingers, and suddenly two more cloaked henchmen entered the room dragging a body between them. The body was bloody and naked, and covered with bruises and cuts.
Hermione let out a scream of shock when she finally realize who the body belonged to. "No! Harry!"
Tears of rage were forming in Hermione's eyes. "What have you done to him?"
Lockhart let out a bark of laughter. "I haven't done anything… permanent."
Lockhart walked over to Harry and pulled out a wand, pointing it at Harry's face. Some of the cuts closed, and Harry stirred at let out a soft groan. Without warning, Lockhart punched Harry and knocked him out again. Hermione clenched her teeth in anger.
"I won't hurt him if you don't fight me."
Lockhart moved back to Hermione and began to undress her, first by removing her heels, then cutting away her skirt down the middle, so that it parted to reveal her panties. Hermione thought to herself, I have to resist, but at the same time, she thought, but what about Harry? Before Hermione could decide Lockhart had already cut away her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts. She could feel heat rising to her cheeks as Lockhart surveyed her, as the chill of the night air washed over the rest of her body. She couldn't hide her embarrassment, even though she had worn bikini's on beaches before and people like Ron had seen her in underwear, she didn't want Lockhart to see. "Very beautiful, " Lockhart murmured.
Lockhart brought his hands to massage and knead her breasts through her bra. Lockhart's touch was rough, yet oddly gentle, and warm. One part of Hermione wanted to cut Lockhart's hands off, but the other part, her skin, wanted relief from the coldness of the room.
Hermione tried to calm herself as Lockhart played with her breasts, but she could slowly feel her nipples stiffening, aching through her bra. Grinning sinisterly, Lockhart cut the middle of Hermione's bra and her breasts sprang free. Lockhart began to play with Hermione's nipples, circling them and twisting them between his fingers. Lockhart continued his attack by suddenly pulling on them, gently at first, then harder and harder. Hermione tried to keep her breathing even but couldn't stop letting out a small gasp of pain when Lockhart pinched and tugged on them, lifting her breasts into the air for a moment. Lockhart then ran his down to Hermione's stomach, along her thigh down to her ankles and then to the inside of her thighs, until it came to a rest above Hermione's pussy and panties.
"Enjoying yourself, aren't you," Lockhart taunted, as his fingers circled the outline of the wet stain her swollen lips and clit made against her panties.
Hermione blushed, she could see the moistness on Lockhart's fingers as he pulled his hand away to remove his own clothing. Hermione tried to look away, but when Lockhart shed the last of his clothing he cupped Hermione's chin and turn her towards him. Hermione kept her eyes firmly shut, but Lockhart said, "Open your eyes, or I'll kill Harry." Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes, thinking, this is nothing, it doesn't mean anything. When Harry is free, he, Ron and I will defeat Lockhart and make him pay for this.
Hermione saw Lockhart kneeling over her on the bed, and one muscular arm under her chin and one at her crotch, caressing, lightly stroking her clit and pussy lips. Hermione had to hide her surprise when Lockhart took his member and positioned it between Hermione's legs. It was much larger than any she'd seen before, and thick. Lockhart smirked and without warning, pushed aside Hermione's panties and impaled her pussy, making Hermione cry out in pain. But Lockhart kept going, relentlessly following each stroke with another, and Hermione looked up Lockhart in disbelief, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Another man was actually fucking her!
Lockhart leaned down to kiss Hermione as he kept pumping. Hermione let Lockhart kiss her, afraid that if she bit him again that'd he hurt Harry. Lockhart thrust his tongue inside Hermione's mouth, while his cock continued to violate her. She could feel the pain gradually fade away as an ache began grow inside her, her clit itching and her pussy squeezing each time his cock reached her pussy depths. No, this can't be happening, thought Hermione. She had to control her breathing, and broke the kiss to draw in breath, but suddenly Lockhart lifted Hermione's waist, so that each thrust pushed his penile shaft against her clit. Oh my god, thought Hermione. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and her clit felt so good, her breath was getting shallower. It was as if Lockhart could sense everything, and he increased his pace.
A few strokes later Hermione unconsciously sucked in her breath and shuddered as a wave of pleasure spread from her core, her pussy pulsing uncontrollably around Lockhart's dick. Hermione turned her face aside, not wanting to let Lockhart see the pleasure on her face, but Lockhart simply slid his cock out with a wet plop and took this moment to cut all the ropes tying Hermione to the bed. Hermione lay limp on the bed. Lockhart laid down next to Hermione, and pulled her over so that she was now on top of him.
This was her chance, thought Hermione, sprawled on Lockhart's stomach, her head against his bare chest. She could elbow him and then take his wand. But somehow her legs felt weak, her mind fuzzy, and when she pushed herself up against Lockhart's chest to look around the room for his wand, Lockhart grabbed her hips and impaled her upon his cock again. Hermione couldn't stop herself moaning out in pain, her pussy was still sensitive from her first orgasm. She tried to push herself away, but Lockhart grabbed her wrists and held them down against his chest, meanwhile thrusting up without abandon.
Hermione tried to keep her thoughts away from the sex, thinking, he'll come soon, then I can make my escape. But she could hear the wet sounds her pussy made each time Lockhart slammed into her. She could feel the heat where Lockhart was fucking her, while the cool air licked her exposed breasts. Her works shirt was still on her, soaked with sweat and open in the front, her bouncing breasts in full view of Lockhart's gaze.
Before long, her pussy started to squeeze again. No, thought Hermione. Hermione tried to move her hips away but Lockhart placed a hand in the small of her back and pushed down. Each time Lockhart pulled out his cock would tug against her clit. This was so wrong, Hermione thought, but she couldn't stop the pleasure building inside her, her breaths becoming heavier and heavier.
Hermione fought to slow down her breathing, but Lockhart suddenly let go of Hermione's wrists and took her clit between his thumb and index finger. "No," gasped Hermione, as she frantically tried to pull Lockhart's arm away, but the rush had already gone too far. Lockhart's fingers stroked her clit, and she could feel both pleasure and pain with each stroke. A moment later her orgasm exploded. All Hermione could do was bury her head above Lockhart's shoulder and let out a low moan, as waves of pleasure washed over her again. Hermione's body betrayed her for the second time, with her pussy clenching in a burst, then more slowly as her orgasm subsided.
Hermione lay against Lockhart, still in the throes of her orgasm, when Lockhart whispered in her ear, "Make me come and I'll let you and Harry go." Hermione felt lightheaded as she tried to focus her thoughts. Somehow, she'd already been made to come twice, now she was being coerced into actively pleasuring Lockhart. Hermione wanted to end this nightmare as soon as she could, and didn't resist when Lockhart grabbed Hermione's thigh and pulled her legs towards him. Hermione pushed herself up and started riding Lockhart in reverse cowgirl. Hermione moved her hips as forcefully as she dared, arching her back and twisting. In this position, Hermione could feel Lockhart's cock reaching deep inside, somehow the cock rubbing against her insides began to feel good, dampening the ache from her last orgasm. Hermione slowed down her movements, but Lockhart began to pump even faster. No, this can't be happening again, thought Hermione. She could feel herself being driven to the edge again, but suddenly Hermione felt a warmth inside of her, and Lockhart stopped moving.
Hermione felt Lockhart slide out of her and heard him sit up and put an arm around her, leaning around to kiss her. Hermione turned her head away but Lockhart's other arm reached for her chin and turn her to face him. Lockhart kissed her long and hard, making Hermione gasp for breath when he finally stopped. Lockhart's semen was still dripping out of her as Hermione heard him say, "that's a good slut." Lockhart got up left the room without a second glance. Hermione could feel tears in her eyes as she re-buttoned her shirt and fixed her ruined panties.
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