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Previously on T & T…

"Heh, so you're a virgin, eh? No wonder you're so tight. I'm going to enjoy this, slut." Filch said, standing as he stroked his cock before pressing the head against her slippery entrance, his eyes fixed on hers, holding her gaze.

Chapter 3

Swallowing nervously, Hermione tried to brace herself for the inevitable as Filch pushed slowly into her, his cock stretching her untouched passage, forcing her body to accommodate his size as she bit her bottom lip against the pain, the head of his cock pressed against her innocence and with one quick thrust of his cock her virginity was gone, stolen by someone she didn't love and without her consent.

Above her, Filch moaned quietly, his cock buried to the hilt inside the no longer virgin girl before him, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still as she cried out in pain at the loss of her innocence. Perhaps taking pity on her, he reached down, teasing her clit between his fingers as he leaned over her, whispering soft words in her ears as slowly her pain lessened, and her body adjusted.

Claiming her lips in a kiss, his left hand cupping her breasts, teasing and plying the firm mounds between his fingers, his right hand slowly working her clit, he thrust into her gently, his cock sliding deeper into her with every thrust as she slowly came alive beneath him, her body responding, against her will, to his touch.

Hermione bit back a moan, her mind a mess of jumbled thoughts as she tried to close herself off, to go away inside, but he was insistent, demanding she participate in this, his tongue teasing apart her lips, thrusting into her mouth, tasting her, his tongue wrestling with hers as he moaned into the kiss, his hips smacking hard against her toned thighs.

She was definitely starting to enjoy it, he thought to himself, trailing soft kisses down to her breasts, capturing one nipple between his lips and teeth, biting down on the hardened nub, making her cry out in pleasure as her back arched, his left hand smacking her rear as he rolled her clit between his fingers.

"Gods above, you're so tight, slut. It feels so good inside your cunt. Gods you're so wet, girl. Admit it. You're loving this, you little slut" He whispered softly, making her look away in shame as her hips bucked to meet his thrusts, her breasts pushing hard against his face, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as she began to pant, her pleasure peaking.

"D…do...don't say that. I don't like this at all." She said, her body spasming beneath him.

"Oh, so it's just a coincidence that every time I slap your sexy arse, you tighten around my cock and arch your back to meet my thrusts, eh?" Filch said, his fingers pinching her clit hard, the combination of pain and pleasure driving her over the edge as her body shook below him, her orgasm crashing over her, driving him over the edge as he stiffened above her, burying his cock inside her, flooding her with his cum.

Slowly regaining her wits, Hermione sniffled quietly as Filch climbed off of her and stood beside the bed, cleaning himself up with a wave of his wand. "It's getting late. I should return to the Gryffindor common room." Hermione said, sitting up in the bed.

"I didn't say you could leave yet, slut," Filch said, looking at her.

"But the curfew. I mean you already finished…inside by the way. Can't I go now?" She whispered, looking at the floor.

"You'll stay the night, girl. I like a little conversation after. Besides, you may as well get used to this. You'll be serving these detentions with me each night for the next two weeks." Filch said, stretching out on the bed beside her.

Beside him, Hermione curled up on the bed uncertain what to say but now resigned to her fate. Filch clearly had no intention of letting her off the hook anytime soon. Her stomach chose that moment to make her aware of the fact that they had missed dinner.

Chuckling, Filch turned to look at her. "I'm a bit hungry myself." He said as he reached down, covering them both with the bedspread, which Hermione had to admit was soft and warm. "Daisy." He called and a second later a House-elf appeared, dressed in a toddler's shirt and shorts, it's bat-like ears flapping as it bowed.

"Yes, sir?" The little elf asked.

"Could you prepare a platter of sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice for myself and Miss Granger?" Filch asked.

"Yes, sir." The elf bowed before disappearing. A moment later, the platter of sandwiches, two cups and a jug of iced pumpkin juice appeared on the dinette table nearby.

When they were alone again, Filch smiled, throwing back the bedspread and standing before pulling on a bathrobe and walking towards the table where he sat. "Come join me, girl. I know you're hungry." He called.

Her anger towards him warred with her appetite and finally her stomach won out, so standing she crossed the room and sat awkwardly at the table, helping herself to a sandwich.

"I err couldn't help noticing your house elf wears clothes," Hermione said quietly after swallowing the last bite of her sandwich.

"Oh yeah that. I believe they are entitled to a little respect and dignity. They may choose to obey wizards, but they still deserve fair treatment." Filch said before taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"A shame you don't afford the same consideration to the women you take to your bed," Hermione muttered quietly.

"Ah yes, well that was poorly handled, I suppose, but I did enjoy myself immensely. Bedding you was something of a longstanding fantasy of mine, so I have no regrets." Filch replied.

"Well you do know how to be blunt, I suppose," Hermione said quietly, a blush on her cheeks.

"I see no point in beating around the bush. When I want something, I go for it." Filch said, matter of fact.

"Have you taken other students to bed…in the way you did with me?" Hermione whispered, dreading the answer.

Filch sat quietly for a moment, glancing at her before finally answering. "No, just you. I've been with a few witches my own age, but not many. I'm something of an outcast in Wizarding society since I was until a few years ago, a squib." He said.

"I guess I can relate. I was something of an outcast in the Muggle world before I got my Hogwarts letter and even during the first few weeks as a first year here at Hogwarts. All the other kids hated and avoided me or made fun of me." Hermione said.

"Bullying hurts," Filch said quietly.

They finished their sandwiches and the pumpkin juice, and the dishes cleared away.

"If you'd like, you can use the shower. It's the first door on the right there." Filch said, pointing.

"Um, thanks. I'd like that." Hermione said, picking up her knickers from the floor next to her skirt before crossing the room to the washroom.

TBC