Hermione woke up the next day with the sound of an owl knocking on the dormitory window. She recognized it instantly : it was Henry!
Hermione jumped out of bed, and opened the window. She gave a little biscuit to Henry, and took the letter.
"Dear Hermione, I am in the Hogwarts Express. I will be here in a few hours. I can't wait to see you. Pansy".
Finally, Pansy was coming back. Hermione felt a warm feeling in her belly. She had really been missing her, and from the few news she had had from her during the holiday, Pansy had too.
Would she tell her about what had happened with Luna? Probably not, what she had had with the Ravenclaw was just about sexual relief. What's more, Pansy had always liked the fact that she was Hermione's first, and was a little possessive. Several times during sex, Pansy had whispered in the Gryffindor's ear that she was hers, and hers alone. Owning Hermione was something that turned Pansy on a lot, and things would probably never be the same, if she told her about Luna. Furthermore, Hermione didn't owe anything to Pansy. The Slytherin had never been remotely romantic, so she couldn't expect Hermione to….
"Good morning Miss Hermione!"
Hermione jumped on her bed and looked in the direction the voice had come from. Dobby was standing in the doorway, smiling at her affectionately . He was carrying a trail with what appeared to be two glasses of milk on it, and was wearing a pink cowboy hat with feathers on its top.
"A very nice young lady from Ravenclaw asked Dobby to bring Miss Hermione this for breakfast, and she gave Dobby this hat in return. Isn't it very generous of hers?"
"What are those? Glasses of milk?"
"They are, Miss Hermione. Although Dobby thinks it looks and smells funny. But don't worry, don't worry, it is not dark magic. Dobby can feel this kind of things. But if Miss Hermione wants, Dobby can taste it for her".
Dobby was smiling innocently. Hermione took one of the glasses. It was really large, and it was warm. It looked thicker and stickier than milk, and was kind of transparent, not white. Had Luna done what Hermione was thinking she did? She smelled the milk. Damn! She had! She had milked herself into a glass and had it brought to Hermione! The Gryffindor knew she should have found it disgusting, but she was also feeling her vagina hurting from a too quick excitement.
"Don't taste it, thank you Dobby. It is very nice of you to have brought this to me" she said. "Although, don't do it again, you are not here to be the student's butlers, you are a cook, don't forget it."
"Thank you for your concern, but Dobby was very happy to have an occasion to see Miss Hermione again. Dobby wishes you a good day".
Dobby left. Hermione was still holding the glass of "milk". She brought it to her lips, took a sip, and moaned. It was delicious. She took another sip, but didn't swallow it right away. She kept in her mouth, enjoying the taste. Luna was so mischievous, giving her her cum to drink like this. She took several more sips, feeling the warm thick pussy juices running down her throat. She felt some of it trickle down her chin.
Hermione looked towards Ginny's bed. She wasn't here. She removed her pyjama pant and opened her legs. A large stain was on the sheets between them.
She took the glass and poured some of Luna's juices on her own folds. She could see the cum trickling down her pussy and her thighs, mixing with her own wetness. She took Pansy's dildo from under her pillow and put in her wide open pussy. She let out a groan. It felt good to be filled up like that. She pushed the dildo it and out of her, and drank some more out of the glass. She had half of it left.
Hermione laid down on her back and made up some spell so that the dildo would keep on pounding her by itself. She poured the rest of the first glass on her breasts and belly, and massaged her body with it. She put her fingers in the second glass to get more and put them in her mouth, on her neck, on her asshole, coating her whole body with Luna's sticky cum. There was so much of it, Luna had really been a whore getting all of it out her pussy. "Such a little whore" whispered Hermione. "Such a dirty squirting little whore". She kept on mumbling to Luna as if she was here, her eyes closed, while rubbing her clit with more juices she took out of the glass.
"I want you to squirt on my face. I want to watch you milk your delicious clit above my face, and feel your cum flow on me"
She raised her wand to make the dildo go deeper and faster, and took the second glass. She raised it above her face, and started pouring it on herself slowly, feeling the juice run down her nose, her chin, her mouth, while picturing Luna's cunt delivering her sweet nectar to her.
"Oh Luna, yessss" she moaned. "I want more, more"
Hermione's pussy was clenching on the dildo, and she started screaming things that didn't sound like words anymore. As she was coming hard, she poured the remaining juices of the glass directly in her mouth, and swallowed it eagerly.
Hermione laid on the bed for several minutes after that, her tired body covered in cum. The dildo still buried in her pussy, she was trying to recover from the pleasure, and also from the light shame she was feeling now that she had come down from the insanity that had just taken over her.