Hermione's Stinkfest
Chapter One
Hermione had Draco right where she wanted him, locked in an empty classroom. She could hear him pleading to be let out from the inside. She laughed. No way was he escaping.
In a moment, she would enter and torment him. She couldn't wait.
But her first task was to ensure he couldn't escape.
"Liovortis," she said at the door, wavivng her wand in an arccc.
Smiling at her handiwork, she pushed the door open.
Draco then made a mad rush for the door, elbowing her n the ribs on the way. But an invisible barrier prevented him from leaving, thanks to her spell.
"Hey, let me out of this Mudblood!" Draccoc barked.
"No way am I doing that," Hermione said.
"You can't keep me prisoner, you bitch!" Draco braked, lunging for her.
She waved her wand, saying "Petrificus totalus."
Draco fell back, slack. He couldn't move a muscle. He watched, irritated, as Hermione closed the door. But his mouth wouldn't form the bitter words he wished to bark at her.
Hermione then tossed her Hogwarts uniform onto a desk. She had decided to wear Muggle clothes for this, because witch's robes make it weird.
She wore a pink shirt and jeans. Being raised by Muggle parents, she was used to this sort of clothing, but then again other witches and wizards wore such garments on the weekends, so it wasn't entirely out of place.
She sat on Draco's face daintily, rubbing her the seat of her jeans all over his nose.
"Don't you love my sexy bottom?" Hermione asked.
Draco couldn't answer, but if he ccould'vvve, he might have said something unsavory about her sticking her butt in his face.
You will love my butt," Hermione said. "Even if you hate it now, I will force you to kiss it. My posterior is your girlfriend."
Draco ccouldn't believe she was saying this. Her butt his girlfriend? That didn't make any sense.
Still it felt nice enough being under it. Or so he thought as first. Then as she continued to grind her butt around, he wondered if there was something he wasn't getting. Something he should be very frightened of.
Tehhn he discovered the terrifying answer, to his olfactory sense's discontent.
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"What a terrible fart I've released," Hermione said. "Oh dear. I should really leave out of embarrassment."
She didn't sound embarrassed at all. She sounded as though she planned this.
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…her butt went next.
Draco's gag reflex attempted to operate, but even that was frozen solid. Still he loathed the smell, and wished he could push Hermione off and flee fast. But he didn't know how he could manage that from this position.
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Ick! Ick Ick! She really was farting on hm on purpose! What kind of nasty mind did this Mudblood have to think that this was acceptable?
Occasionally, when the Hogwarts students were allowed to visit Hogsmeade, Draco would notice Hermione's butt as she walked along. He would quickly look away, before Crabbe and Goyle noticed he was fond of it. Well, Goyle probably would've never noticed, but there you have it.
His pondering got interrupted by a loud and long fart, which assaulted his nostrils as though they were ants, the butt above a magnifying glass, and the fart the immense sun which would bring about his demise.
Although he didn't want to die, relief from this fart in any form would be much appreciated. It was so rancid that he attempted to not breathe, but it still got through, causing him to be extremely grossed out.
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It tasted like sirloin steak with earwax and vomit flavored Bertie Bott's beans. He loathed it.
Her butt rose a few feet above though and she shook it widly. He felt himself going hard against his will. Then she sent it downward on him with brute force, farting profusely.
Why was she doing this? Mixing something sexual with something so gross? He didn't understand it.
She stood up then, waving her wand at his face, saying, "Mobilicapuos."
He could now move his head and talk. "Granger, what is the meaning of this?" he barked.
"You will be my fart slave, Draco. It's only natural."
She smiled, her lovely teeth fixed by Madam Pomfrey showing. They used to not be straight, but thanks to one of Draco's spells, she convinced the nurse to keep going till they were perfect.
Draco took that moment to start screaming.
"No one can hear you," Hermione said, proudly. "I cast an anti-sound barrier on this classroom. That way no one will hear my farts either."
"They'll smell them though," Draco snarled.
"Oh no, they won't smell them either," Hermione said, proudly. "I also cast a spell where only humans in this room can smell my farts. You and me baby. And since they're mine, they don't bother me of course."
"You sick bitch!" Draco said, attempting to move his arms, but of course they were still paralyzed by the previous spell.
"Sick? I'm being sexy," Hermione said. "And you will think so as well, before too long."
"No way is farting sexy."
"It is when it comes out of my butt," Hermione asserted.
"You're gross, Mudblood," Draco said.
"Says the guy who uses words like 'Mudblood,'" she said. "But don't worry, when I'm done with you, the smell I'll lay on you will repulse everyone, and the only way you won't be lonely is you run home to your precious Hermione."
She plopped down on his face and let out a humungous hot dg fart.
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"Oh, did I mention my parents and I just got back from America before the school year started? That's why I have farts like that stored up there, friend."
Draco didn't care where the food that provided the smell came from, it was horrific to inhale either way, no matter the source.
"Oh, and here's the chips that came with it!" she said, as waves of French fry fart greeted Dracco with their foul pummeling on his poor nose.
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He hoped the Full Body Bind Curse had a time limit so he could escape from Hermione, but he wasn't sure if it did. Why hadn't he paid attention when it was taught before? Now would be a good time to know.
Hermione then lowered her jeans exhibiting her light yellow panties. "Kiss my butt, Draco," she ccocmmanded.
"No way will I demean myself to kiss a Mudbutt," Draco snarled.
"You will respect and love my butt soon enough, Draco," she said, in a hollow voice.
"How are you going to manage that? You can't force a guy to love being farted on."
"Oh, I don't care if you love that or not. In fact, if you hate it, that's exciting. I'll keep on farting on you either way."
She leaned forward and released a massive ball of gas which Draco nearly choked on.
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"That's disgusting, Mudblood!" Draco exclaimed, then gagged from taking in a huge amount of the offensive odor down his throat.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Hermione said. "And now it's time to show you exactly what I mean. Kiss my butt now or face the consqeuences."
"I refuse," he said, as she held her butt sexily near his lips.
"Wrong answer," she said, leaping up and darting for the door.
Draco signed in relief, Hermione would finally leave him alone! Then he saw her stop Blaise Zabini, the wizard with dark skin in Slytherin dorms with him, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Something white flitted between Hermione's wand and him. Then Hermione asked Blaise in a loud, clear voice, "Do you know who Draco Malfoy is?"
"Um, who?" Blaise asked. "Listen, I don't have time to answer the foolish questions of Mudbloods."
He stalked off.
Draco didn't understand it. How come Blaise didn't know who he was?
"I tampered with his memory," Hermione said, with a smirk. "He doesn't know who you are. And I can do it not only to him, but also with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy."
"Are you mad, Mudblood?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised. "Making them forget me will only cause my father's need to make you pay grow stronger."
"As if your father hasn't forgotten you already, Draco."
"There's no way," he said. "No way my father would forget me."
"Oh, really?" Hermione asked, eyebrows raised. "Then how do you explain this?"
She showed him a copy of the Daily Prophet. On the front page, Lucius and Narcisssa Malfoy had their arms around a blond girl as they stood on the steps outside an orphanage.
"My wife and I are happy to adopt Gabrielle,' Lucius Malfoy, 44, said to our reporter. "Having never had a child of my own, it is nice to finally experience what it's like to be a father."
"What?" Draco asked. He stared in disbelief. "My parents not knowing who I am…" Then watching a wizard in the background of the moving photograph, something occurred to him. "Wait, Mudblood. You making my father forget me is one thing, but why isn't this article guessing why Dad doesn't recall me?"
"Do you honestly think I'd let people figure out I made your parents forget you? No way." Hermione waved her wand. "All adults on Earth have forgotten that Draco Malfoy ever existed. Even your professors won't know who you are if you step outside this room."
"That's sick," Draco said.
"You not kissing my butt is sick. I'm waiting," Hermione said, setting her posterior atop his chin.
"I will not," Draco said, petulantly. "You already made my family forget me. I'm through obeying you."
"Suit yourself," Hermione said. "But that means I must severely punish you."
Settling over his nose, she farted directly up his nostrils.
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"Stop farting on me!" Draco shouted, though he immediately regretted this as his throat filled up with the noxious particles which her lovely buttocks had presented him with.
"I give you heaven, and this is how you respond?" Hermione asked. She kicked his jaw with her bare feet, causing him to gasp and take in more of the foul air. Then she pulled her panties down and grinded her naked ass all over his face, her rear end sending sweat down, as she farted occasionally.
Draco wanted to escape, but the Full Body Bind Curse continued to keep hold on him….
"Soon you will bow to the power of my arse," Hermione said. "She will be your girlfriend, you will love her. But first I must slowly erase you from the memories of those you care about. In order to make you understand one thing."
She stood up and patted her buttcheeks, causing any grime on them scraped off by her fingers to fall on him.
"You are my fart servant, Draco. I'm not offering you a choice in this matter. I have chosen you to be my butt slave, and that is final."
Then her butt sailed toward his face, she giggled, plopped it down, and a massive fart reeking of potatoes and Salisbury steak burst out.
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Draco gagged, and was paralyzed by horror as Hermione's onslaught went on for a couple hours more.