Seeing James Potter's name on her time table was a pleasant surprise come Monday morning. Thank God it wasn't another threesome though, because she was still deliciously sore from the fucking Tom and Draco had given her.

Hermione sat across from the two of them, and beside Daphne in the canteen, having already pushed her food away. She was quickly learning that she never felt like eating before scenes, Daphne's words about feeling bloated ringing true. She'd ate entirely too much the night before anyhow.

"Tonks will be over here soon to tell you to get to your scene." Daphne said, picking at her chips. "Are you nervous?"

Hermione shrugged. "I feel like I should be, but no. It's easy - get caught masturbating, masturbate in front of him, and then get fucked like a whore." She rolled her eyes when Draco choked on his tea.

"Is that suitable for breakfast, Granger?" Draco rasped, sounding like he'd just rolled out of bed.

Wouldn't mind seeing that her traitorous mind offered.

She blinked once, and then twice before blurting. "We work on a porn set, and you're asking me if my talking about getting dicked down is suitable?" Hermione shook her head, and uncapped her water bottle. "Lavender literally just walked through the canteen with her tits out."

Daphne muffled a laugh behind her hand, her eyes darting from her friend to the two men across from them. "I mean, it's not like the two of you haven't discussed a scene before." Turning to Hermione she said, "don't worry too much. James is great. He's always professional, and from what I hear he's requested frequently, so, I'm sure you'll have a good time."

Rolling her eyes again she muttered that it was work, not a one night stand. "Not to mention, if he was bad at this, Grindelwald wouldn't have hired him. Oh, God," she groaned, "Tonks is coming this way and she looks entirely too happy for me to deal with. I'm going before she can get over here. I'll talk to you all later!" Hermione darted up from the table quickly, not giving her best friend or her colleagues a second look and leaving her water bottle behind as she quickly hurried down the maze of corridors.

She opened the door that would lead onto set four, and nodded to the camera crew.

"Hermione, darling, you're early! Come in here so I can get you ready for your scene." Rita's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, and Hermione hated that she was somehow always the stylist she was stuck with.

She climbed into the stool and pulled her phone from her pocket, wincing when Rita egan t pull a brush through her mess of curls. There was a text message waiting from Tom that she opened immediately, and she didn't notice Skeeter looking over her shoulder. You shouldn't worry about James. He's good at what he does, not as good as me, but you'll be in good hands.

She snorted,a smirk tugging at her lips as she replied. He was awfully good at giving back handed compliments.

And then, the high pitched voice of Skeeter pierced the air. "So, you've made friends with Tom Riddle then?" She asked cheerfully.

"Um, yes." Hermione replied, slipping her phone into the bag at her feet and hoping, praying, that Rita would leave the topic alone.

She didn't.

"How was your scene with him?"

"It was work," she deadpanned even though that wasn't true at all, and she could still feel the way his eyes had burned into her. The way his long, thick cock had stretched her. "We're coworkers, and semi friends. It's nothing." Something in Hermione's tone must have given away the fact she had zero desire to talk about the matter further because Rita was ripping the brush through her hair with considerably more force a few seconds later.

Rita worked in silence and applied just enough makeup for it to look like Hermione wasn't wearing any; simply had flawless skin, before she handed her a tube of cherry flavoured lip balm. "Apply that, and you'll look like the innocent little girl you need to be."

Hermione nodded, resisting the urge to giggle. She was about to play the part of a slutty babysitter that got fucked by her employer - anything but innocent.

She applied the lip balm as she made her way towards the set, smiling gratefully when stagehands showed her where she was needed until she was standing at the edge of the set and watched another scene finish up.

"Oh, fuck." Someone behind her whistled and Hermione turned just as James tapped her shoulder, to see him standing beside a man she'd never seen before. The stranger was the one who had spoke, and as his eyes raked up and down her body, she found that she liked the attention. "You look so goddamn innocent."

Hermione's hand brushed the hem of her plaid skirt, and her inner thighs rubbed together. "Oh? Do I look innocent enough for you to let me watch your child?" She laughed.

He had long, dark hair, tied back in a ponytail. And sleeves of tattoos going up and down each arm. If she hadn't been attracted to him before, that would have been enough. "You look innocent enough for me to corrupt."

Hermione smirked, 'accidentally' lifting the hem of her skirt as she leaned back against the edge of the set. Judging from the way his eyes narrowed a bit, and the way James moved a bit closer to her, she was positive they'd seen her flash her bare cunt. "Really? You should take that up with Grindelwald then. Who are you?"

"Sirius," he said, leaning forward and in a move reminiscent of Tom's from earlier on in the week, brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. She wanted to push him into the closet at the far end of the room when he did it. "Hermione, isn't it?"

"It is."

"James, Hermione, we're ready for you." Tonks called out, appearing behind all of them suddenly and starling them. "Sirius," she smirked, hooking her arm through his, "You can leave, or have a seat. Just make sure you stay out of the way." She warned playfully sending Hermione a wink before skipping away.

Hermione followed her onto the set, James close behind. It was a smaller one than the one she'd been on with Tom and Draco. The scene for a club had been much more extravagant, and she supposed Grindelwald would spend more money on them if they were the best he kept on retainer.

She held her skirt against the back of her legs and sat on the couch while James stood on the edge of the set, just out of view of the camera. More than once, she caught Sirius looking at her, and he motioned for her to flip her skirt up.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nippled on it as she contemplated doing what he'd suggested. She wanted to. Really wanted to show him what he was missing out on. How wet she already was from the mere thought of fucking his friend. She just couldn't work out if she'd always been this much of a slut or if working on a porn set had made her so. She mentally chuckled to herself as she flipped her skirt up and positioned herself on the sofa so that he had an unencumbered view of her cunt.

She saw James look at her then at Sirius and when he looked back at her, her stomach clenched and she shivered under his gaze. She was pretty sure he was going to fuck her that much harder after seeing her flash her already wet cunt to his friend.

"Alright," Tonks exclaimed. "James, you will walk through the door from yet another shitty date," she winked, "to find Hermione sitting on your couch with her legs spread, masturbating. She will act embarrassed, of course," she rolled her eyes in Hermione's direction and she snorted, "and then you will pour yourself a glass, sit across from her, and tell her to continue."

Hermione zoned out. She knew exactly what they were doing. She'd read over the 'script' several times, even though there were no scripted lines, just the situations, and if she were honest, she'd already fucked herself with her vibrator to the fantasy of this scene more than once.

It just hadn't been James who she'd imagined.

While the camera man counted down on his fingers, Hermione kept her eyes on the TV in front of her. Leaning forward, she grabbed the lip balm from the table again, applying a light coat of it, and rubbing her lips together to be sure it wasn't too much. There was something so intoxicating about having so many people watching her and it made goosebumps erupt over her skin. Whether it was the camera crew, who admittedly seen her, and several others girls fucked like filthy whores regularly, or someone like Sirius, who was no doubt dying to fuck her himself as he watched, she got off on that power.

She settled against the couch cushions, kicked her black maryjane's off -an extra detail she thought bordered on too much, but knew it would be hot to the men who would eventually watch - The ones who could barely get their wife to sleep with them, much less their young, hot babysitter. She braced her feet against the table, her thigh high socks soft against her calves and spread her legs.

Her folds were already slick, a side effect from working on a porn set no doubt, and then it wasn't acting anymore. It was thrilling, and she knew it was exactly why Tom and Draco had agreed, before they'd even worked with her, that she was going to be a natural.

She unbuttoned her tight shirt, and tugged the cups of her bra down, exposing her tits, and her nipples stiffened against the cold air. Hermione rolled one of them between her fingers and acted as if she'd never touched herself before.

Just what the script had called for - a hot, young, innocent babysitter.

Her touches were soft at first, experimental, as she found that she liked the feel of her fingertips against her clit, and she especially liked when she was a bit rough with herself, her nails scraping against the sensitive bud. She whimpered, pretended to muffle her voice because of the 'sleeping child' upstairs. Her hand fell away from her breast, and she cupped it over her mouth as she slid one finger inside of her dripping cunt.

She wanted to be fucked, and of course she knew James was going to do just that, but in the moment, she really didn't want to wait.

The door slammed open, and she fumbled, trying to close her top, but she couldn't pull her hand away. It wasn't planned at all, but she was too greedy to stop when she looked up and caught James' wide eyes glued to her hand as she fingered herself. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she moaned all too loudly while her back arched and James looked on.

Gasping, she put her legs down and began to fumble into her shoes, before she tried to rush past him. "I - um, I'll be leaving right way, sir. I'm so sorry," she stuttered, not even bothering to button her shirt up any more than the one button she had managed, which did nothing to hide the fact that her tits were still hanging over her bra.

James caught her by her wrist and pulled her into him, one hand brushing along her hair before he cupped her jaw in his hand. "It's fine," he swallowed. "Have a seat, love. Let me just get a drink and then we can talk about this," his eyes flicked over her and she shivered under his gaze, "like adults."

She nodded dumbly and fell back to where she had been sitting on the couch while he moved into the kitchen. She fidgeted nervously as cupboards opened and closed. He came back with a glass in hand, and of course it was some kind of juice, but he acted as if it stung going down his throat. James sat on the coffee table in front of her, tipping the glass to his lips. "Don't stop on my account."

She swallowed, her eyes widening asthey flicked down to the bulge in his trousers. "I'm sorry - what?"

"Don't stop touching yourself." He told her, reaching forward to pull her arms apart and flicking the single button holding her shirt closed, open to reveal her breasts. "I've just come home from the shittiest date of my fucking life."

"And what? You want me to play with myself in front of you?" She asked, meeting his eye. "I couldn't; I've never done anything like this before, and that was the first time I've ever -"

James' grin was sinful. "Was that your first orgasm, love?" She nodded. "Wouldn't you like to feel that again?"

"Yes." She whispered greedily. "But you're my boss technically, and I can't, it wouldn't be proper."

He snorted and shook his head. "You can, and you will. It wasn't proper of you to spread your legs and fuck yourself on your fingers while my son's asleep in the next room but you did. And do you know why?" She shook her head and he leaned forward to pinch one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. " Because really you're a little slut. You want a man's attention, and that's exactly why you couldn't fucking help yourself from coming over your fingers when you saw me."

Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and her stomach clenched. "That not.." She protested weakly. Like the good girl the script called for.

James took her hand and pulled her to her feet, tearing her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "Keep the thigh highs, and the mary janes on," he ordered, spanking her arse, and leaving a light pink mark on her flesh. He rubbed it soothingly before unclasping her bra, and tearing her shirt from her shoulders. "Let me see you." He told her, turning her. James pinched her other nipple, pulling on it slightly, before leaning forward to press his lips against the mound of her shaved cunt. "Have you ever been fucked?" Hermione squirmed, so fucking eager for him to get on with it instead of leaving her hanging. She was already so close just from his words.

"Yes, sir," she muttered shyly, averting her eyes and taking a seat when he pushed her back, She spread her legs, this time her feet resting on the coffee table on either side of his hips. "Once by my ex boyfriend."

"Only once?"

"There's a reason why he's my ex boyfriend." She said playfully. "Like this?" She asked quietly, rubbing her clit.

James smirked, but he couldn't hold out long before he pushed the coffee table backward, and knelt in front of her. Without a word, he rested her legs over his shoulders, and licked up her slit with his tongue. Hermione shrieked, her fingers tangling in his dark hair while she arched her back. "Oh, fuck, sir!" She exclaimed. She swallowed when his eyes flashed. Oh he liked it when he called him 'Sir'.

James sucked on her clit softly, his teeth nipping her just enough to make her shriek, and then he thrust two fingers into her cunt, hard. She writhed beneath him. "I want more," she moaned, moving forward, too fucking gone to care that she was horny, and pushed him to the floor. "Can I suck your cock Sir? Please? I've never.." she trailed off, peering up at him through her lashes. "Could you teach me how?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he hissed, fisting his fingers in her hair, and dragging her closer. James didn't stand - he knew they had planned for the cameras to get a good view of her pink cunt while she was on her hands and knees to suck him off - but he stayed on his, and watched her tentatively unzip his trousers.

Hermione was not fucking acting when her eyes widened at the sight of him. His dick was average, shorter than both Tom and Draco's but it was thick. She couldn't wait for him to stretch her lips around it, to fuck her throat, to fuck her cunt…..she whined and let it flop against her open mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-come that had gathered over the tip of it. "Are they all..are they all this thick?" If she wasn't so hot, she probably would have laughed, but there was a trace of truth behind her words, and James looked like he wanted nothing more than to fuck her pretty little mouth until her mascara was smeared across her cheeks.

Even though Daphne and Skeeter both swore, regularly, that it would never run, she wanted to test that theory while she took his cock to the back of her throat.

"No, love." He smirked and pulled her forward by her hair.

Her lips parted hungrily, and she took the tip between them as well as she could, sucking as she arched her back. It was a bloody good shot, of her on her knees while she crawled forward for him, all so she could deepthroat his cock. James guided her, letting her control how fast she went until he decided that she'd had enough practice.

Hermione moaned loudly when his hips snapped forward, and he began to fuck her mouth. Had she been able to, she was certain she would have begged for him to come down her throat, but that wasn't what they wanted for this scene either. She reached between her legs, sliding her fingers inside of her cunt as the tip of his dick met the back of her throat.

"I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand that?" He tugged on her hair. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk home tonight, and you'll stay with me, and I'll fuck you until you're ruined for anyone else."

She nodded.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Are you like this for all the boys at your school?" He asked her, pulling out of her mouth. She shook her head. "They wouldn't know how to take care of you."

She stared at him, waiting for him to position her how he wanted, and because God, she could not think of anything better than someone taking control of her. James took her by surprise however, because she'd expected him to fuck her on her hands and knees, but no. He shrugged out of his shirt, and as he pulled her up, she let her hands roam over his chest.

He turned her so that her back was flat against his chest, and lifted her up, his arms braced below her legs, and she screamed when he slammed into her. Hermione reached down, and began to rub her clit as he thrust into her, until he slapped her hand away and took over. "This is mine now," he grit out and she sobbed. The focus was all on her and he fucked her roughly. His hand rubbing her clit like the greedy girl she was, her tits bouncing.

It was too much. James demanding in her ear that she needed to come over his dick like a good girl, or he wouldn't fuck her the next time she watched his fucking kid, she remembered what she'd thought the first time Daphne had mentioned this job to her. She was never going to be able to fuck anyone else after being with professionals.

Her legs were still shaking when he dropped her to her knees, and though she wasn't explicitly told to do so, Hermione opened her mouth in hopes that she would still get to swallow his come.

James came over over face, but he gripped her hair, and let her clean his dick in her mouth, her tongue laving against it while she swallowed him down. She was still breathing heavy when they called the scene and the cameras stopped rolling.

He helped her to her feet, catching a towel that someone had thrown to him and handed it to her to wipe off her face. "You mascara is running," he commented, his grin wide and playful, like he knew all about the inside joke that it wouldn't ever.

"Good," she laughed. "I guess that means you did your job right then." Hermione took the robe from his outstretched hand, wrapping it around her body. "Thank you. I was a bit nervous at first. You made it so easy."

"You're thanking me?" He gaped. "Oh, no, love, I should be thanking you."

She blushed,and knelt to grab the lip balm that had rolled across the floor during their scene and shrugged. "Well still, thanks."

He snorted. "Anytime. I'll see you around yeah?"

She nodded, and watched him rejoin Sirius, who was still looking at her like a piece of meat, at the other side of the stage before she turned towards her own dressing room. Her smile widened when she caught sight of Tom and Draco waiting for her. Tom was leaning against the wall, a smirk over his face. "How was your scene?"

"It was good," she smirked up at him, "Daphne told me there was no way someone would be able to fuck me hard enough for my mascara to run." She shrugged, "She was wrong." She missed the look Tom and Draco shared at her comment but then Tom leant forward and cupped her jaw with his hand. She felt his thumb rubbing against her cheek.

"You missed a spot," he said before he pressed the pad of his thumb against her lips. Hermione gasped as she felt James' come coat her lips and sucked Tom's thumb into her mouth.

"Thanks," she murmured, when he let his thumb fall from her mouth. She cleared her throat and tore her eyes from his to look at Draco, who was watching the two of them intently. "What are you two doing here anyway? Don't you ever do any work?"

They snorted. "We came to bring you this," Draco replied as he thrust her forgotten water bottle into her hands, "and we wanted to take you to dinner."

"Really?"

Draco shrugged and Tom turned as Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulder and guided them after the blonde. "Only if you want to?"

Hermione bit her lip. "Oh. I want to."