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Task Four.

Get into the trousers of 6 people in one day

Four days into her three weeks, Hermione had some ambitious plans. Today is for number three, she thought to herself, smiling down at the paper in her hand. Better start early.

She slipped out of bed in her sheer nightgown, feeling her nipples growing erect at the thought of her aim. She crept up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, making her way to the seventh year's room. She surveyed the room, looking for prey. Soon she spotted a head of thick, black curls, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Smiling, she sashayed over, silent as a light breeze. She came to a stop at the foot of his bed, waiting for him to see her.

"Merlin!" Cried Lee Jordan as he spotted her. She said nothing, simply putting a finger to her lips and gesturing to the sleeping forms of the other boys with her eyes.

"Hermione? Is that you?" She stepped closer, smiling as she spotted his morning excitement poking at the sheets.

"Lee." She says, smoothing her voice to be silky and low.

"Hermione?" He replies nonchalantly, only to jump, covering his protruding member as he sees where she is looking. She could practically imagine how hot with embarrassment his cheeks must be as she sits down on the edge of his bed. She reaches out a hand, drawing gentle lines along his jaw with her fingertips. His eyelashes fluttered the tiniest bit and she bit her lip, feeling her nipples rub against the coarse fabric of her gown.

"You know, I would be happy to help with that." She said in the most suggestive tone she could muster, tilting her head in a gesture to the bulge still present under his sheet. Lee looked at her, his sharp brown eyes piercing hers. She gazed back through her long lashes, biting her lip again. Something seemed to fall into place in his mind and he quickly leaned forward, catching her chin with his hand and pulling her lip from her teeth with his own. The hand that had come to rest on his neck now slid along his broad shoulders as their kiss deepened. Lee's kiss was hot and demanding, his tongue roaming her mouth. She slid her hands down his chest feeling the taut muscle beneath his skin. He hadn't always been muscular, he had been a skinny, short nerd when she had first arrived. Now he was tall, his soft, dark skin outlined nicely with muscular definition - bearing no resemblance to the bookish boy he had once been.

His hand slid through her hair, gently tugging her head backwards, exposing her neck. He kissed and nipped his way down her neck and along her collarbone, his mouth pressing in all the right ways on all the right spots. Her breathing quickened as he dipped lower, the filmy fabric of her nightgown slipping off of her shoulder, revealing one plump breast with a rosy bud standing at attention for him. He took it into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue, his hand tugging and pinching her other nipple in ways that made her grab the sheets, twisting the fabric and clenching her teeth to keep from moaning. His mouth found hers and she pushed him onto his back, kissing down his neck. But she didn't stop at his chest. Licking bold stripes, kissing and nibbling, she made her way lower and lower, stopping when she reached his boxers. She looked up at him, stray strands of her hair hanging in front of her lust clouded eyes. He met her gaze and felt his erection grow. Without breaking eye contact she placed a wet kiss on the line of his V, pulling back to blow cool air on the wet spot. Their stare was broken - he squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head fall back on the pillow. She tugged his boxers off, his sizable member springing free. Grasping his shaft she licked a stripe up its underside with a strong tongue, smirking at his shivers. She takes his head in her mouth, tracing its ridges with her tongue whilst pumping his shaft, slowly at first. She alternates between tracing circles around his head, and taking in more and more of his shaft, bobbing up and down and sucking. Her hands speed up as she goes. He watches, his legs spasming every so often, arms flexed and fists clenched until his head falls back once more, his body being rocked by waves of pleasure, goosebumps popping up. His breathing becomes hard and heavy. The only sounds in the room are his grunts and the wet sucking sounds coming from his nether regions. He grabs at her hair, forcing out "I'm gonna…" as she looks up, still working his cock in her mouth and hands. He stares at her, feeling pressure collect in his navel and his balls twitch. He comes explosively into her mouth, shouting her name hoarsely. He looks up again just in time to see her swallow his whole load, her tongue darting out to catch the last elusive drop. She winks at him, swiping a hand across her mouth. She stands up, fixing her nightgown and noticing the two or three boys who had awoken at some point, all with throbbing hard ons, watching her. Lee looks as if he might say something to them, pulling up his boxers and starting to stand, but she places a hand on his chest, holding him back.

"I like it when they watch," she says to him, loud enough for all of them to hear. She turns to face the boys and waggles a few fingers at them before sashaying out of the room, leaving four dumbstruck men behind her.

One down.

By lunch, a lucky fifth year recieved a hand job in one of the empty classrooms, only to be left alone shortly after finishing, Hermione whisking into Charms at the last possible second, scourgifying her hands. Professor Flitwick looked over the top of his wire-rim glasses at the sight he'd never thought he'd see. Hermione Granger nearly late for class.

Two.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione pretended she didn't see Ron, Harry and Ginny waving at her from further down, instead sitting next to Fred and George, and thus Lee Jordan and a few other familiar faces from the morning. Lee would space out every so often, his eyes sitting unfocused in her direction.

"Distracted much, Jordan?" She called, waving a hand in front of his face and winking cheekily. He flushed, stammering incoherently.

"Shame. I was hoping you could introduce me to your friend here. I feel like I have seen him before…" She said, musing to herself, as they all knew quite well that he had been an observer of her morning fun. His cheeks tinged pink at the thought of what he had seen, leaving him nearly as useless as Lee who was mumbling to himself and looking rather bewildered. She turned from Lee to his "friend."

"Like what you saw? Because I've finished eating and am ready to retreat to someplace more private…" She trailed off, leaving a meaningful silence hanging in the air. Before he could compose himself enough to answer, Fred - or maybe George - butted in.

"'Mione, what's all this talk about?"

"Yeah 'Mione, what's all this about this morning?"

She looked at them, biting her lip in thought.

"If you'd like, I can show you both."

Lee's jaw dropped so comically, that Hermione herself almost snorted. Fred and George punched him playfully.

"You seem to know what's going on, mate, how about you tell us."

"Too bad you're both heavy sleepers." Lee managed to get out, dragging his eyes away from Hermione to focus on the twins. Here, the other boy, Aaron, jumped in.

"Trust me mates, you want her to show you."

Hermione turned to him again.

"Why, you look so forlorn. Don't fret. You haven't missed your chance. You should come as well. We could make a party of it. If only there was an empty room for us..." He jumped up, practically knocking over a jug of pumpkin juice in his excitement.

"Erm- uh… our dorm room should be empty?" He stammered. Fred and George turned to each other bewilderedly.

"Well boys, are you in?" Hermione asked.

The two seemed to have a silent debate, before turning back to her.

"In." They chimed in unison.

She clapped her hands in excitement.

"Fantastic. It's a real party now."

By the time the four of them had reached the dorm room, Hermione was already wet with excitement. Lee's friend, Aaron, looked as if he had just been chosen for a million galleon prize, and Fred and George were whispering furiously about what they were about to witness, guessing and gesticulating wildly.

Hermione set Aaron on a bed, laying him back on the pillows, before turning to the twins. She directed them each to the edge of an opposing bed, both of them perched on the edge.

"You two are to stay. Aaron and I are going to show you what this morning looked like."

She spun on her heel, walking slowly towards Aaron who gulped loudly. She crawled onto the bed, coming to rest with her legs straddled on either side of his hips, her center hovering just above his bulge. She leans down, twisting his shirt around her hand, and kisses him passionately. The exclamations of surprise coming from the twins fade into the background as she fights Aaron's tongue with her own. She slides a hand down his chest, over his abdomen and firmly cups his growing package. This elicits a groan from the boy - his pants rubbing uncomfortably on his sensitive groin in her absence. She draws his shirt off, sitting down on top of him to remove her own. He cups her breasts as she goes back to his mouth, her hands tracing his arms and stomach. He isn't as good as Lee at kissing her neck, and she soon pulls him back to her face, kissing him once more before going down the same path she had earlier in the morning. She nips, licks and kisses her way down his abdomen, pulling off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion, his cock standing at attention for her. A whoop goes up from Fred and George who are doing their best to keep the situation lighthearted for their own sakes.

She takes him into her hot, wet mouth and he grabs at the headboard, his chest heaving. The twins surreptitiously reach for pillows, placing them gingerly over their crotches as they watch their friend's head bobbing up and down, her arse wiggling enticingly, the slope of her back curving down to a lacey black bra.

"Merlin's beard she looks great from this angle." Fred says, his voice low and gravelly with arousal.

"I can think of quite a few other angles I could appreciate," George counters.

Aaron lets out a yell as he comes, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into her mouth. The twins are shocked into silence as she swallows, turning to face them as she licks her lips. Aaron lies on the bed, completely spent, a big O expression plastered on his face.

One of the twins coughs.

"Well, I can see why we should work on being lighter sleepers."

"That was a lame one."

"I'm aware. Consider me impaired by ah- manhood at the moment. Cut a twin a break."

Hermione shakes her head in amusement at the twins' bickering. The squabble continues until Hermione raises her hands, calling out over the rukus, "All right. Who's next?"

The effect is immediate and Hermione wonders to herself if she's ever seen the twins this quiet. The two of them meekly raise their hands.

"Ah… who to choose…"

"Me of course," they say at once. She smiles and then says, "first to strip is next."

The twins waste no time, George beating out Fred by his boxers only. Hermione smiles, beckoning him to her as she lays down on a nearby bed. George smiles wolfishly as he clambers on top of her, kissing her hotly, his erection pressing against her knickers, her skirt having been lost on the way to the bed. George cups the nape of her neck, biting her lip the exact way one should do to make Hermione Granger moan. He smiles into the kiss, slyly sliding off her dampened panties. Fred tilts his head for a peak, but misses his chance as George positions himself at her entrance, breaking off the kiss to look at her. She nods, and he pushes in. She clamps her walls down tightly around him and he groans as he feels her silky interior surround him. When he bottoms out, she lets out a moan so erotic Fred thinks he just might burst the stitching on his trousers. George slowly pumps in and out as Hermione writhes and moans beneath him, straining up to bite and kiss his neck in the soft spots below his ear and along his collarbone.

Fred watches his boxers tent, looking between his own erection and his brother and friend on the bed. Aaron watches from his bed as well, slack jawed.

George speeds up and Hermione grabs his shoulders for support, digging her nails in slightly. He feels her walls tighten around him as he grunts. She is close, but she holds out until he is ready. Together they climax - George had the intention of pumping through it but his orgasm hits him so hard that he feels his knees start to buckle, and his arms shake. He rolls onto his side just in time to avoid crushing Hermione.

"Wow." He mutters.

"Wow indeed," she agrees, staring up at the ceiling.

Fred, anxiously anticipating his turn, walks over and picks her up, moving her to the next bed. She kisses him briefly, their mouths latched together long enough for him to unclip her bra. He wastes no time, immediately sucking and teasing her dusky pink nips. She moans, her skin hyper sensitive from her recent climax. He dares lower, her ribcage heaving as he makes his way to her womanhood. He licks her once from top to bottom, tasting her, as her shoulderblades push into the mattress, her body slick with sweat. He find her clit, latching on and tracing circles around it with his tongue. She shudders, breath hitching. He sucks on her clit, watching her back arch, hands gripping the sides of the mattress for support. He continues his ministrations, the two other men in the room watching her body writhe and twist in the bed, the sounds she's making bringing back their boners.

When Hermione is more than enough ready, again, Fred makes his way back up, positioning himself at her entrance. She kisses his neck as she flips them over, sitting ready to descend on his member. She keeps eye contact with him as she slowly lowers herself onto him. He groans as she slides herself down, feeling his every inch enter her core. She slowly eases back up, and then picks up the pace, riding him expertly. With a roll of her hips there and a buck of his hips here, soon the both of them are crying out as Fred cums first, shooting strings of his seed inside her. She follows, clamping down on his cock and calling out his name as she finishes.

She falls into bed next to him, catching her breath. Soon she gets up, retrieving her clothing from various parts of the room and getting dressed, casting cleaning spells as she goes.

She stands in the doorway surveying her handiwork. All the beds are neatly made and clean, three partially clad men lie exhausted and in a cloud of arousal.

Three, four and five.

She has someone special in mind for six.

Potions is the last class of the day before dinner, and it is with Slytherin. Normally hermione would be irked by this, what with Snape's blatant favoritism towards his house, but today is different. She chooses her seat next to a certain blonde, ignoring his sneer in her direction. She waits, and soon enough the brother of a seventh year boy who happened to wake up early this morning approaches her.

"Hermione!" She looks up at him, faux confusion and innocence written all over her face.

"Bloody hell, Hermione. I've just been chatting with the lads, and it appears you've got half of the seventh year boys pining after a piece 'o you. What with Lee this morning and the two at lunch." He means to impress her with his knowledge, and she gives him a knowing smile.

"It was three actually."

"What?" He asks, scrunching up his nose.

"It was three at lunch. I seem to have an appetite." She can see Draco's look of pure astonishment as she winks at the boy.

"Merlin…" It takes him only a few seconds to bounce back, "So what say you to a bit of fun with me? Ey? Word has it you've got magic lips." He winks at her and she stands up, her body inches from his. She lets her wrist flick, hitting home, as he flinches at her hand being in such a… sensitive region. She plants him a full kiss, turns around, and sits down. He tries to get her attention again but she ignores him, filling her page with notes on different herbal properties and pointers from the homework.

"So was that a yes?"

"Oh bugger off. She's moved on champ." Malfoy hisses as the boy stares, his arms flapping uselessly. Hermione smiles to herself.

By the time class is over, a few well places remarks of Hermione's have snared her prey. As soon as class is dismissed, she beckons Draco to follow her, leading him to an abandoned classroom. She shuts and wards the door, sitting Draco down on the sole chair in the room. As she unbuckles his pants, she nuzzles his neck, nibbling until shivers crawl up and down his spine. She attacks his mouth, their tongues battling fiercely. His kissing is sloppy and less experienced than the others, but not too awful. She goes back to his neck as she starts to pump his shaft, using his own precum as lubrication. She watches his head fall back as she finds his rhythm, pumping faster and faster. All too soon he stammers out, "I'm g-gonna cum!" Her hand freezes and he lifts his head, eyes searching wildly in confusion.

"Granger! Why'd you stop?" He cries, his voice scratchy and thick. She watches the haze of pleasure retreat from his eyes, rubbing his head slowly. She smiles and ducks down, kneeling before him. She starts taking him in, sucking to apply pressure as she takes in each inch, her hands working the base of his shaft. He grunts and groans, his body jerking and shaking with pleasure. When she feels his member twitch, and he feels his balls tighten, she pulls away. Watching his lusty eyes cloud with frustration and confusion.

"I'm going to do this one more time Malfoy." She stands up a little and breathes a single word into his ear.

"Beg." He whimpers but she can tell how turned on he is by the jerk of his softie. She spits, pumping her hand once more. He watches her go down, head bobbing. When she swirls her tongue around his head and pumps her hands faster, something no girl has ever done to him before, he thinks his legs won't ever be able to hold him up again. She goes back to slow, rhythmic sucking.

"P-please Granger!" He cries as her hands slow. She sucks a little harder, speeding up her hands a little as well.

"FUCK HERMIONE. Please. Oh MERLIN! Please!" He cries, his voice echoing off of the walls. She swirls her tongue again, hands a blur and he finally cums. His stomach does a backflip at the sight of her swallowing his thick, salty seed.

She kisses him, letting him taste himself, and then walks out, leaving him collapsed in the chair.

Six.