Hermione's last good sense leaving her, she threw Narcissa a look the older witch knew very well and both strode off across the Great Hall. They were so busy avoiding students, that neither of them felt Minerva's eyes on them.
Once they left the Great Hall, Narcissa took the lead and opened a secret passageway behind Ingolf the Iambic's portrait on the first floor. Hermione was so worked up that she didn't even find the strength to ask where Narcissa knew this passage from.
The portrait hadn't even properly closed behind them, that their lips crashed together, their tongues meeting in a devilish fight for dominance. Hermione's hands were the first to find the other one's body and she made quick work of the two ridiculous buttons holding Narcissa's dress together on her left hipbone. Her robes parted and Hermione was so firm to grab her breasts through her bra that Narcissa couldn't even try undressing her.
« And I thought you … came to me … to be the … submissive … one » Narcissa mocked between kisses.
« Shut it » Hermione coldly commanded while pushing up her bra. While she lowered her mouth on Narcissa's already rock-hard nubs, the older witch had to reach for the clasp of her bra by herself. A loud moan building in her throat, she finally managed to unclasp it on her third clumsy try, her hands shaking from anticipation.
She had never seen Hermione so controlling. The young witch's mouth had now left her breast to regain her mouth while she pushed her open dress and bra from her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but her knickers, while Hermione was still completely dressed in her black teaching robes.
« Bend over! » Hermione suddenly ordered and Narcissa looked at her bewildered. The passageway gave directly onto a very small room that was completely empty except for a few closed boxes. « 'Mione, these are covered in dust and rat dung you can't … » she argued. But Hermione only grabbed her hips and turned her over before pushing her onto the boxes.
Yet, just before Narcissa collided with her target, the boxes were suddenly transfigured into a large wooden desk. Even more surprising, was how softly Narcissa landed, given the firmness of the desktop. Hermione was definitely the brightest witch of her age, even when utterly mad and horny.
A first, sharp, slap landed on Narcissa's arse while Hermione started shouting, punctuating every word with another slap: « How … could you … do … that … to me? Do you … think … it is … funny … to play me … like that? » she bellowed.
Narcissa moaned loudly at the twelfth slap, forcing the act a bit. « Ooooh Professor Granger … You are so sexy when you punish me! You are right, I've been a very, very, naughty girl » she pouted in a suggestive voice.
Hermione stood there for a second, her hand raised above Narcissa's arse, unable to slap her another time. Merlin was this woman hot. She felt a rush of excitement travel through her body while Narcissa threw her a taunting look over her shoulder. Seeing that her tormentor was slipping out of her anger, she raised her arse a bit higher, as a peace offering: « Pleeeaaaase professor Granger … punish me more … I deserve it! » she moaned.
Hermione stood still for another split second. She suddenly realised this really was the first time she was the controlling one, sexually speaking. She had to admit that, now that her anger had dropped, she felt a bit lost. But her wit quickly took over and she suddenly remembered a few spells she had read on late working sessions in the Restricted Section.
« Oh you will get what you deserve, you filthy little slut » she heard herself promise. She drew her wand from her robes and raised her sleeves. « Incarcerous! » she bellowed and Narcissa's hands were tied behind her back while her legs parted so that each of her ankles were bound to a foot of the table.
« Oh, bondage? Very creative … I just thought about doing that twenty years ago » Narcissa mockingly commented.
Hermione bit her lip in anger. She had to do better, she needed to shut that woman's mouth. But it was so hard to think when her nipples started pointing through her thin black blouse – Why on Earth didn't she put on a bra this morning? – and her juices started dripping through her panties.
« Incarcerous! » she called once more, aiming for Narcissa's head this time. And suddenly Narcissa's smirk was split in two by a tight gag that kept her from pronouncing any audible sound. She fought the gap for a bit, but quickly turned back to Hermione, her eyes clearly still mocking her.
Out of despair, Hermione have Narcissa's overly red arse a very harsh slap and the older witch gave out a slightly surprised gasp. « Now I get it … » Hermione muttered. And with one last Incarcerous, she also blindfolded Narcissa. « How do you like that, Miss Dominatrix? Not seeing a single thing that is happening around you? » she gloated in victory. Narcissa gave another pleading moan and Hermione simply smiled at herself. Game change.
Hermione stepped forward and knelt behind Narcissa. She was dripping. Hermione was treating her like her personal sex doll and Narcissa Black was dripping wet. Pleased, Hermione lowered Narcissa's knickers just enough to reveal her parts but didn't vanish them. It was much more satisfying to see her like that, her knickers just low enough to fuck her and still present enough to remind Narcissa how exposed she was. The potions mistress admired her work a bit, exploring her options. Narcissa's legs were spread so wide that you could see both her butthole and between the folds of her dripping cunt.
Hermione licked her lips and finally shed her own clothes off her. This was going to be fun.
Feeling inspired, she opened one the boxes, where she found a few rolls of parchment, quills and a few old wooden quill cases. She took out the cleanest quill and case and turned back to Narcissa who kept shouting out muffled calls.
She first put the case aside and started with the quill. As she lightly toyed with it against her victim's spine, Narcissa shuddered with a light sound of relief, goose bumps running all over her back. After the heat of her pounding, the softness of the quill felt divine against her severed flesh.
« Don't get used to it, it won't stay that soft for long » Hermione said, all the while transfiguring the quill case into a two-headed dildo. She kept stroking Narcissa's butt cheeks with the quill but slowly pushed one side of the dildo between her folds. She couldn't keep herself from moaning as it stretched her with ease and she realised just how wet she was. It was hard to resist her urges to fuck herself crazy with their new toy, her lust driving her nuts.
When she felt that Narcissa had completely calmed down thanks to the quill work, she approached the other half of the dildo from the older woman's cunt and entered her with one swift move. Narcissa's eyes opened wide behind her blindfold and she cried out Hermione's name just when her gag was removed.
« HERMIONE! MERLIN! YES! »
Minerva was growing a bit worried. It had been over half an hour since Hermione and Narcissa had left the Great Hall; nearly all students had headed to their classes already. Hermione and she were supposed to have a meeting right after breakfast.
Well maybe the thought that we were meeting in my office the Headmistress thought to herself. She then shrugged and left her seat after waving Xiomara and Filius goodbye. When she left the Great Hall, she Clocktower bell rang eight o'clock and she suddenly realised how late she was for her meeting.
Thinking that Hermione had to be waiting for her in her office already, she rushed to the first floor. It wasn't the cleanest one, but the Ingolf the Iambic portrait passageway would at least bring her straight to her office floor. She opened the passageway and shrieked in shock.
« You like that, my naughty little slut ? »
Behind the portrait, Hermione, her shy little missionary and vanilla Hermione, was impaling Narcissa Black on a monstrously huge dildo, while shoving two fingers into the woman's arse. Narcissa herself was bound to a table with Gryffindor ties and moaning like true whore, eyes bound and her back covered in hand marks and sweat.
Time seemed to stop around this scene when Hermione felt a light chill and turned her head to the entrance of the passageway.
Sooo … That's for the sequel! I still can't figure out exactly how Min could react to that … Any suggestions?