Chapter 1: First Kiss and First Fuck
The Yule Ball was over. Hermione Granger walked out of the Entrance Hall, with her date, Viktor Krum. The Entrance Hall was deserted, they were some of the last to leave. Ron and Harry had gone to bed hours before. Hermione turned back to Viktor.
"I had a good time," she admitted. But Viktor looked nervous.
"Hermio-ninny?"
"Yes?"
"I…you're a really special girl, and I…."
"What?"
Viktor didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Hermione close and kissed her on the mouth. Hermione gasped in surprise. She didn't know what to do. This was her first kiss.
What made her feel better was that Viktor didn't seem to have much experience either. It may have been nerves also, for his kiss was very sloppy. His lips danced over hers, sliding and slipping along. Well, maybe if she relaxed into it, she could make him feel at ease as well.
Hermione dared to hum in pleasure, as she crooked an arm around Viktor's neck. She kissed him back, molding their lips together until eventually, Viktor seemed to respond more skillfully. She parted her lips gently for him, and nearly fell over at the electrifying feeling of his tongue massaging her own.
Suddenly, she felt Viktor's hands down by her thighs. Before she could pull away and ask what he was doing, he had raised her leg to his waist and then hoisted her into the air.
"Mmmmm!" Hermione squealed into his mouth. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Viktor's waist to support herself. He staggered under her weight, stumbling them both forward until Hermione's back was up against the castle wall. Hermione felt Viktor hump her center, and she suddenly felt her undergarments become very damp – even as her brain began to panic. She had no experience with sex, either. Did she even want to…?
All at once, Ron popped into her mind. Jealous, brooding Ron, who had stormed away yelling at her about fraternizing with the enemy. An angry fire burned through Hermione's heart, suddenly propelling an unquenchable desire to have wild sex with Viktor Krum. Even if it was just payback towards Ron. Screw him, he's not worth it.
That is why Hermione did not fight as Viktor rolled back the long hem of her pink dress. He ravished her lips before attacking her neck. Hermione leaned her head back into the wall. Oh…oh my…. She thought, and let out a moan.
She sensed cool air rushing around her sensitive folds as Viktor yanked her underwear down. Then –
"Ahhhh!" A giant, unfamiliar organ invaded Hermione's vagina. Viktor had his penis buried to the hilt inside of Hermione. The bushy-haired witch couldn't believe it. She was having sex! And with a men several years older than her, no less; a professional Quidditch player!
"Uhhh…huh….hum…uhhh…" Viktor moaned as he fucked Hermione, trying to get himself off as much as he was trying to make her cum.
"Viktor, I'm….I'm gonna….I'm gonna cum!" Hermione wailed airily, barely able to find that right word, much less form coherent sentences.
"Ah….ohh….ahaha….AH!" Hermione finally gave a screech of pleasure as she felt herself orgasm. Another sensation rocked her as she felt Viktor spill inside of moments later. She felt strangely empty once he had pulled out of her, and set her down, letting her readjust her clothes as he zipped himself up. She could cleanse herself in the girl's dormitory bathroom later. Viktor kissed her once, very sweetly and with a deftness he had lacked the first time.
"You are beautiful, Hermio-ninny. I just wanted to make sure you knew that. Goodnight." With that, he left, leaving a no-longer virgin Hermione to gaze after him in wonder.