Hermione Granger was a know-it-all. That was a fact. That's why she had no friends. Not even after four years of Hogwarts. Of course, she knew her fellow Gryffindors and they knew her, but she wasn't very friendly with them. She studied alone, ate alone, and nobody cared. Yet you would think they would notice her. She was pretty, smart, and kind. In fact, her fifth year at Hogwarts was starting. And the Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, was having a talk with Hermione.

"You want me to do what exactly?" Hermione said cautiously. She was sure she misheard.

"Ms. Granger, you heard me perfectly well. You are in your fifth year now. That means sexual education is mandatory. We must teach it to you, even if you already know every bit of it. Now, I am coming to you because I trust you. Will you be willing to teach?" McGonagall said patiently.

"Teach what exactly?"

"Sexual education! You will take a few fifth year boys to an empty classroom, and there you will teach them."

"I-I, but what if I say no?"

"Ms. Granger it is of course up to you, but I should let you know that it gives you the permissions and privileges of a Head Girl! Nobody can tell you what to do if you are teaching this subject. You will essentially be a Junior Professor."

"Is that an official title?"

"Well, no, but you get the point."

"So, when will all of this take place?"

"The first two weeks for fifth years is dedicated to sexual education."

"How many people have you asked besides me?"

"None. Frankly, there is only need for one."

"I'm supposed to teach all of the fifth year boys?"

"Of course not. You choose six, and then you grade them. Help them along. Help them learn and help them improve."

"Do the girls not learn sexual education?"

"They do, but that doesn't matter for you, you will essentially be getting it."

"There's one thing I still don't understand."

"What's that?"

"If I'm supposed to only choose six boys, who teaches the others? You said you hadn't talked to anyone but me."

"They get taught by sixth years. That is normally the rule, but a sixth year girl had to drop out, so we are allowing you to teach them if you wish."

"I'll do it. On one condition."

"What's that?"

"I am allowed to choose my students first."

"Very well. I will need to ask you to choose them now."

"Ronald Weasley. Draco Malfoy. Dean Thomas. Seamus Finnigan. Cormac McLaggen. And Harry Potter." Hermione said anxiously.

"Very well. You will address them in a classroom tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning. After you explain to them what is happening, you will take your first student to another classroom and teach them. After the two weeks, you will reveal who did best, and they will receive a special gift. I cannot reveal the gift to you though." McGonagall said as if this were an everyday thing.

Hermione stood up, nodded, and walked out of McGonagall's office. She had very good reasons for choosing the boys she chose. She chose Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan because they both seemed the most likely to have large penises. She chose Ronald Weasley because he despises her. It would be fun to see his reaction when he has to have sex with her.

She chose Cormac McLaggen because he was so well built. So handsome. So muscular. And he was always after her, not in a friendly way, but a more offensive way. It would be nice to see how hard we go with her. Now, the second to last choice was just practical. She chose Draco Malfoy because he was just attractive. And he was a Slytherin.

The last choice, being Harry Potter, was the one she looked forward to the most. If she could subdue him, seduce him, or even gain a bit of control over him, she was sure things at school would be different. He was the great Harry Potter. Savior of the wizarding world. He had defeated the most powerful dark wizard when he was only a year old. Not to mention, everything about Harry Potter drove her crazy. His ruffled, messy hair. His bright green eyes. He also was very muscular from playing Quidditch. His height seemed right, and so did his mouth.

Hermione pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Harry Potter would never like her. Not even as a friend. She arrived at the Gryffindor Common Room and took a seat by the fire place. Most people had already gone to bed. Only Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Neville Longbottom remained. She watched them as they laughed. It must be nice to have friends, but then again, friends would only slow Hermione down on her path to power. If she was to become Minister of Magic, then she could not waste anytime. She had to study.

Ronald and Neville stood up and trudged off to bed. Harry sat there, with his glasses off, wiping his eyes. He picked up a book, looked around, spotted Hermione, and came over to her. He sat down opposite her and stared into the fire. She made to leave, but he started talking.

"Have you ever noticed the way the fire moves?" Harry said.

"Er, no I haven't." Hermione said awkwardly.

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry stretched out his hand. "You are?"

"Hermione Granger." Hermione shook his hand.

"What year are you in?"

"Fifth year. Same as you."

"How come I've hardly seen you around? I thought for sure every time I saw you, you were just visiting. I don't see you often."

"Well, maybe that's because you don't bother to look. Or perhaps because you're busy with your six or seven girlfriends."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Only that you are very good at Quidditch. Perhaps too good. It went right to your head and you are as arrogant as you are selfish."

"But you can't just say I'm selfish! You've never even talked to me!"

"No, but I've watched you. I've watched you often! You don't think I don't notice other people. It's not like I'm talking to anybody! Nobody cared to be my friend. No matter how many people I approached in my first year, they just stuck up there nose at me. Well, after a whole year of crying my eyes out in a bathroom and being neglected as if I'm not there, well, I just decided I'd stop trying. Because this world is full of cruel, hateful people and all you will receive are disappointments. No matter what you do, no matter how you do it, everybody in this world is just disappointed." Hermione cried.

"I-I-I didn't know." Harry mumbled.

"Goodnight." Hermione said.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Look, trying to be a friend now is sweet, but it just doesn't work that way."

Hermione trudged off to bed and shut her dormitory's door. She laid down onto her soft bed and gently laid her head back onto her pillow. She tried to blink back her tears, but they came nevertheless. The nerve he had to-to, Hermione didn't know what but she knew he had been rude. She was looking forward to their sexual education even more now. So, when morning came, and it was nine o'clock, and Hermione walked to the classroom where six boys were waiting, she decided to leave Harry for last.

"Alright, long story short, sexual education has arrived. Normally, you would be taught by sixth years, but one dropped out so I am going to do it. It will last two weeks and we will do no classes for these whole two weeks except for sexual education. Now, at the end of the two weeks I will select a winner, and then the winner will receive a special gift. Don't ask me what it is, because I don't know. Now, any questions?" Hermione explained.

"Er, why the bloody hell are you teaching us." Ron said angrily.

"Thank you for volunteering, Ronald. Now, normally I would lead you to another empty room for privacy, but we will do it here so everybody else can see." Hermione said.

"Er, but I didn't—." Ron began.

"Now, all we do is have sex. Let's see what you've got. But first, are you a virgin?" Hermione said.

"Y-Yes." Ron mumbled out of embarrassment.

"That's okay. So am I. Now, there are special spells for sex. There is one you cast at me so I am protected and will not bleed. There is one I cast at you so no harm will come to your penis. And then there is a privacy charm that eliminates sight and sound from the outside. So, essentially, no one can see what we are up to." Hermione explained slowly.

"What are the spells?" Ron questioned.

"The incantation for the one you cast on me is 'Defendat Masculinim', and I will cast 'Defendat Feminum' on you. Either one of us can cast 'Ne Pax'. Ready to go?" Hermione said with a smirk.

"I-I guess." Ron gulped.

Hermione walked over to Ron and grabbed the back of his head. She moved her body and pressed up against him. She felt his erection grow slightly as her breasts were flattened against his chest. She quickly darted her mouth to his and wasted no time. She inserted her tongue and started a heated battle against his. In the end, she was the victor as he broke the kiss and pulled his pants and boxers down. Hermione obliged him and got to her knees.

She picked up his four inch member and started stroking it. It soon grew to six inches, which were all put into her mouth and throat. She continued deepthroating him for five minutes. He then had a premature ejaculation. She fortunately had her mouth on his dick at the time and was able to swallow it all. She stood up and grabbed his hands. She directed them towards her breasts and let him squeeze. He let out a faint whimper as he did so.

Hermione breathed loudly as Ron undressed her. She noticed Ron had licked her panties as he slid them off; she had been very wet. Once she was undressed, she shut the gap between their bodies. He fondled with her breasts as they kissed. She couldn't help but tug at his balls. In fact, she did it more intensely because she found his moan very turning-on.

"Now, remember the spell. I'll do mine first. Defendat Masculinum!" Hermione said quickly.

"Oh, right. Defendat Feminum!" Ron said hastily.

"Great. I'll go ahead and do the other. Ne Pax!"

Ron wasted no time and stuck his dick into Hermione's wet, juicy pussy. He started thrusting clumsily in and out of her. She had masturbated to more pleasure than this. She quickly took his dick out and positioned it properly. She nodded at him and he started thrusting again. This time, Hermione was moaning very loudly.

"Oh-My-God-Hermione-You-Are-So-Tight!!" Ron yelled between thrusts.

"Now—mmmmm—remember to make sure you—ahhmmmmm— reach the climax bef—oooooommmmm—before you quit!" Hermione panted with pleasure.

Ron continued thrusting for five minutes before he released a large amount of semen into her. Hermione moaned loudly, perhaps louder than she meant, and stared him in the face. She looked up into his eyes and kissed him again. He didn't hesitate, he kissed her back, and even slid his dick into her again. Normally, she would have insisted on teaching the others, but she was enjoying herself too much and allowed Ron to fuck her once more. At least, that's what she thought. Actually, he fucked her four more times.

"Alright. That was a great first time, Ronald." Hermione panted once they were done. "Who's next?"

Dean licked his lips as Seamus adjusted his pants. She noticed Draco was standing at the back of the room, and Harry failed to look at her. She decided to call forward Dean and Seamus. She looked between the two, not sure which one to pick next. It was already ten-thirty and the class ended at four. Ultimately, she left the room with both of them.

Once they found an empty room, she put up the protective spell and turned towards them. She eyed both of them, raising her eyebrows, biting her bottom lip, and buttoning her shirt up again. She finished buttoning and walked towards them. She looked into Dean's face and licked her lips absentmindedly. She then looked into Seamus's face and felt herself get a little wet.

"Defendat Masculinum!" Hermione pointed her wand at both of them.

"Defendat Feminum!" They both yelled with their wands pointed at her.

She walked towards Dean and kissed him. They both inserted their tongues. From behind, Seamus started grasping Hermione's ass with his hands. She got so turned on she started dry humping him. Hermione realized that they could easily harm her. She was pinned between both of them. They could rape her and walk away, saying it was just for class. Luckily, Hermione knew she had made an impression on them with Ron. They wouldn't harm her even if they could.

Hermione ripped Dean's robes as she tore them off. He was the only one who had worn his robes, so he now stood there, kissing Hermione, with only his boxers on. Hermione couldn't help but notice how hard he was. Meanwhile, Dean continued dry humping Hermione's ass. She thought she noticed Seamus creaming his boxers and pants, as he moaned loudly and Hermione pants became slightly moist.

"Damn, Hermione, if I had known you earlier, that would have happened a long time ago." Seamus said with a cockeyed grin.

"Wanna make up for the lost time?" Hermione teased.

"Seamus, I've got an idea. Hermione, take off your clothes and get on all fours. Seamus, get behind her. I'll get in front." Dean said hurriedly.

Hermione decided not to question or argue, instead she listened to him and undressed. Then she got in her hands and knees and waited. She watched as Dean and Seamus stripped to nothing. Seamus walked behind her and inserted his dick into her pussy. She hadn't noticed how big it was, but it felt like it was at least eight inches. He started thrusting in and out. Hermione moaned slightly and moved her hips accordingly to his thrusts.

Dean kneeled in front of her and shoved his dick into her mouth. She started sucking his dick and only stopped to moan every now and then when Seamus would thrust into her clitoris. While she sucked Dean's dick, he played with her breasts with great interest. On her other end, Seamus started fingering her asshole as he went in and out of her. She soon found herself swallowing Dean's semen as he came into her mouth. Soon after, she felt Seamus's liquids pore into her pussy like a hose.

She had promised herself none of these boys would make her cum. She had sworn to it. Yet, she couldn't help herself as she felt the most intense orgasm she's ever had occur while her liquids streamed down Seamus's dick. Seamus moaned loudly and pulled out of Hermione. He collapsed on her back side as Dean collapsed on her front. She slipped out from beneath them and got dressed.

"You two can go on if you want. I imagine Dean needs some new robes." Hermione giggled.

"Alright. When's the next lesson?" Dean asked eagerly.

"Tomorrow. Make sure you're there." Hermione smirked and winked.

"Oh, I will be." Dean licked his lips.

Hermione left the room and walked back to the room containing Ron, Draco, and Harry. She suddenly remembered Cormac had failed to even show up. That was a shame, she was sure he would have been relentless with her. She entered the room and Ron looked up eagerly. Hermione smiled at this and ran a hand through his hair. She crossed over to Draco and stared up at him.

"Well?" Hermione breathed sexily.

"Well what?" Draco scowled.

"It's your turn if you want it." Hermione smirked.

"And if I don't?"

"Nothing happens. You miss out on my body and on the gift you receive if you win."

"I'll do it, but only for that gift."

Hermione took Draco's hands and left the room once more. She walked over across the hall to the closest empty room and closed the door behind them. She crossed over to him and they both said the protective spells. Hermione had Draco put up the sound and sight prevention. She grabbed his hand and guided it over to her left breast. He squeezed it slightly and put his other hand on her right breast.

"Don't be a naughty boy, Draco." Hermione teased.

"I'll show you what it means to talk to a 'naughty boy' like that, witch." Draco replied.

They kissed as Draco slid Hermione's shirt off. She stood there in a lacy black bra, suggestively moving her hips. He showed no restraint as he took the rest of her clothes off and hastily removed his own. He rushed over to her and stuffed his dick into her pussy. She moaned at the sudden contact and put her hands around his neck and wrapped her legs around his.

This move dramatically widened her pussy, but it also made it more difficult for Draco to thrust. That's why he dropped to the ground and balanced himself on his knees. He started thrusting much faster now. He also didn't prematurely cum. He last fifteen minutes before releasing his load into Hermione. Once again, Hermione broke her promise to herself and came onto Draco's dick.

"Mmmmmm—Draco, that was amazing. I don't mind telling you, you're in the lead right now." Hermione murmured.

"I'll be farther in the lead before I'm done." Draco growled.

"Promise?" Hermione giggled.

"I take the promise down to Hell with me." Draco said.

He plunged his dick into her once more, causing her to moan loud enough to where it was almost a scream. He started breathing heavily himself, soon it turned into moaning. He didn't stop thrusting though, on the contrary, he started thrusting quicker and harder than before. They both moaned loudly as they reached a climax at the same time.

"Dr-Draco, again." Hermione begged.

"Where are your manners, Mudblood? Call me your master." Draco huffed.

"Let's not forget who the teacher is. You're my student." Hermione said.

"Unless we're in here having sex, then I am in control." Draco commanded.

"You wish, playboy." Hermione said sarcastically.

Draco didn't respond, instead he entered his dick into her wet, tight, juicy folds. He thrusted so hard she had no time to breathe, her mouth was open in moans and groans all the time. She quickly came. And she did so again. In fact, she came a total of five times before he did. She collapsed onto the floor and felt Draco fall on top of her.

"Hermione?" Draco whispered.

"Shhh. Fuck me again. Harder." Hermione pleaded.

"In a minute. First, I'm sorry about calling you a Mudblood. And I don't know what I was thinking by calling me your master." Draco apologized.

"It's fine. But if you must, you can make up for it by pounding me so hard I can't move after we're done." Hermione commanded.

Draco smiled and picked himself up. He entered her body once more and continued his thrusts. Hermione moved herself to where she was facing him. This also allowed him to fondle her breasts, which he did. Her body bounced up and down as he thrusted in and out of her. He soon came, as did she. But they never stopped, they carried on until seven o'clock.

"Mmm—Draco, we will have to do this again. But perhaps not as long. We've been at it for seven hours." Hermione giggled as she dressed herself,

"I agree. Tomorrow?" Draco asked, buttoning up his suit.

"We'll see. No, we'll try. I still have other students. In fact, Cormac never even showed up. And Harry still has to have his lesson."

"To Hell with Harry Potter. He's arrogant, vile, wretched, and a douchebag."

"Now now, Draco. Potter is in Gryffindor as am I. However, you are right about many things you speak of. He is definitely arrogant."

"Well, anyway, be careful with him." Draco said as he opened the door.

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight. If you remind me, I'll have to show you my room one night." Draco promised.

"I'm holding you to that." Hermione called as he left.

She walked away after he did and passed by the other room. Ron and Harry had gone. That was predictable. Harry probably didn't care, but Ron was probably upset that Draco had clearly pleased Hermione the best. She made a mental note to reject Cormac if he ever bothered to show up. She also decided that after tomorrow's lesson, she would eliminate a contender. Of course, McGonagall might not approve of this but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Hermione reached the Gryffindor Common Room and gave the password. She ignored everyone around her and entered her dormitory. Nobody else was in there as she undressed and slipped into her pyjamas. She sat on her bed and pulled out a book. She turned to her spot and read tentatively. After a few hours of reading, she placed her book underneath her pillow and slipped off into the realm of possibilities.