It was a day like any other. No, I don't like that. This was not a day like any other. This was a day when the fates aligned and two star crossed lovers met. Well they weren't very star crossed. More like just a tiny bit star crossed with some Lolita thrown in, not very Romeo and Juliet.
It was 11 am on a Wednesday, when she walked into his classroom. He wasn't there yet, and you are supposed to know who he is. As I was saying, she was walking into the class wearing that tight little Hogwarts sweater with the crest embroidered above her right breast. That patch would come to know the human touch over the next few months more than anyone might expect.
"I'd do her," Ron Weasley of the infamous redheaded Weasley clan said. "She's pretty hot, I'd love to tap that, take her into the broom shed and watch her polish a few, I'd bet her Animagus is a cat, get it a pussy?"
"Ron, do shut up! It's DADA," Hermione Granger, heroine of this story and righteous know it all said. "That's Padma Patil she's gone here for years and you know it."
Harry muttered something that sounded oddly close to Malfoy is my one true love as the class settled into their chairs.
A loud thump, thump, thump was coming from the hall, Hermione knew it that Filch was not out there with Peeves, she had walked in on them and knew they preferred the boys bathroom on the fifth floor. No that sound was new.
In to the room thumped Professor Mad-eye Moody. Hermione's breathe caught in her throat as she stared at the back of his head, which incidentally was staring back.
"Ron? I think there's something wrong with the professor." She said.
"I'd do him." Said Ron.
"I'd do Malfoy." Harry said.
"What? Malfoy?" Ron said. "You bloody git, he's a boy."
"You just said you'd do our teacher, he's a man." Harry said.
"Quit having a row you two. Now I think something is wrong with Mad-Eye, we must investigate." Hermione said.
Professor Moody taught them about the unforgivable curses that day. It was a good lesson, killed a spider and all that.
Hermione and Ron left the room leaving Harry walking in a direction oddly close to the Slytherin dungeons.
"Ron, I think we need to discuss what we've been doing. It's been fun, really, it has but you can't provide me with what I really need any longer. I'm begging you to chase someone who isn't me. Get yourself a nice piece of skirt, try Padma." Hermione said.
"Well Hermione since your being so adult about this I'll be too. It's nice we can break up without having once admitted we were dating."
Hermione kissed Ron softly on the lips; she could feel a familiar and unwanted presence touch her leg.
"Dobby! Why are you touching my leg?" Screamed Hermione.
"Mistress I enjoy your smell."
Later that night, after watching Professor Moody drink from his flask Hermione became ever more flustered and confused.
"I just wish I knew what I don't know." She though.
Over at the Slytherin table Malfoy was shooting looks at Harry.
"Harry," whispered Hermione. "Harry just go over there. It's clear to all of us, except maybe Ron but he's a git."
"Do you really think Hermione? I think I'd like to go over but I'm nervous."
"No Harry, do it."
Harry walked over to the Slytherin table to much guffawing, walked up to Draco kissed him, soflty at first and then harder. Blaise Zambini, who is not gay, woohooed them.
With that conundrum finally solved after four angst filled years it finally happened.
Hermione walked along the corridor past the Defence Against the Dark arts room, past Professor Moody's office, there was an odd noise coming from within Moody's office. Hermione bucked up her courage and knocked.
"Hold on!" Shouted a strange voice.
Hermione didn't have to be told twice, she walked right in that room preparing to face whatever it was that was in there and found Professor Moody sitting at his desk calmly.
"I'm on to you professor," she yelled. "You can't fool me. I'll figure it out."
"I'm waiting on you Hermione. I can't wait until you figure out this plan."
Hermione stormed up to Gryffindor tower, nearly tripping through Nearly Headless Nick.
She continued her storm up to her bedroom where she threw herself down on her bed and cried tears of frustration.
The next day she was much refreshed. The last class of the day was DADA, Hermione noticed Professor Moody didn't sip from his flask during class and was starting to sweat. As soon as the bell rang, everyone bolted out of the class, everyone but Hermione.
"Miss Granger, the bell has rung and you are kindly expected to take leave of my classroom."
"Well, sir, I thought since it's the last class of the day, and since I'm such a good student I thought I'd help you tidy up the class."
"Miss Granger, the day is over you have no need to be here."
"I'm not leaving sir that is final. I will stay until I see all I need to see."
"Then you shall see a great deal of nothing. I'm going to my office."
"I'm following."
"Miss Granger I am protecting you."
"Sir, I'm 14, that's old enough to know what's good for me, and if my suspicions are correct it is defiantly good for me."
Moody thumped off down the hall with Hermione in close pursuit.
"I have to lock this door Miss Granger, you will understand why in a minute."
"I believe I will."
Moody locked the door and walked behind his desk where his face contorted into pain that looked beyond measure.
Moody's eye fell out his robes fell off, he transformed from Mad-eye Moody, to a rather handsome young man.
"Hermione do you know who I am," he asked sweating with the effort of transforming back into himself.
"You, you were a death eater once weren't you?
"Yes, I'm Barty Crouch Jr. I escaped from Azkaban and now I'm teaching here as Mad-eye."
"You, you, you are so very good looking."
"Yes I am."
"I- I think."
"Come here Hermione don't make me take it by force."
Hermione walked over to Barty who softly kissed her.
"Prof-Barty, I don't think we can do this."
"Why not?" he asked while sucking on her earlobe.
"It's just that I'm a student, you could get fired."
"I'm not concerned," he said licking her collarbone. "I really don't think you're going to tell."
Barty put his finger on the embroidery above her right breast and fingered the lettering.
"Who would have though, me and a Gryffindor?"
Barty got down on his knees and pulled Hermione down with him.
"Are you sure you're ok with this Hermione? You're very young, and ripe."
"Shut up. Just shut up. I've had Ron, and after a lot of butter beer, I had Harry. I want a man now."
Barty pulled Hermione's school sweater off casting it aside on the floor.
He stared at her young perky breasts that were clearly not done growing but would end up being the envy of breasts all across the world.
Her breasts were incased in a filmy pink bra.
"I wonder if your knickers match that. I would die of pleasure if they did."
"I don't want you to die of pleasure without giving me as much as you can so I will ruin the surprise. They do match. Except they're very tiny."
"I look forward to that."
Barty removed Hermione's skirt leaving her stockings on.
"Oh they do match. My life is complete." He said with a look.
Barty pushed Hermione gently onto her back.
"I know you're still clothed and I really would enjoy taking them off and letting you free but I need you now. I watched you yesterday and knew I had to take you."
"If you'll excuse me but I can get up and walk away if my needs aren't met."
Hermione made to get up but was restrained forcefully by Barty.
"You leave and you'll regret it forever. You leave and you could tell Dumbledore. You stay and I know you never will."
"You're hurting me!"
Barty ripped Hermione's bra off revealing her round supple breasts.
Next Barty peeled off Hermione's grey school stockings knocking her shoes off with them.
"You're hurting me!" She yelled.
"You made me!" Barty howled at her. "You made me."
Obviously feeling some guilt Barty eased up and gently pulled Hermione's underwear off.
"That is clearly the prize I've been looking for."
Barty quickly ripped off his own clothes revealing his rather large manhood.
"Oh God, you think you're going to fit?"
Barty laughed before positioning himself over Hermione.
"Are you ready? I'm sure I could wait until I was sure you are but-"
"Oh I am ready."
Barty began kissing Hermione's breasts pausing to suck on her nipples.
He looked up and said "Professor Sprout's garden is thriving don't you think?"
"Hermione laughed and ran her hand through his hair thinking how could someone supposedly so evil be so fun.
Barty kissed Hermione from breast to toe before working his way back up to her neck.
"I can't hold off any longer," he panted.
"Please don't," she begged.
Barty slowly entered Hermione savoring every moment, every beginning thrust.
Picking up the pace their bodies moved in sync, in and out back and forth harder and harder as they both fell ever deeper into a dark pit where they wouldn't surface for hours.
"Barty" screamed Hermione. "Oh God, I'm coming."
Hermione soared into orgasm with a cry of raw humanity.
Barty followed suit with a cry of "For the love of evil!"
Rolling to his side and panting said "Remember class starts at noon tomorrow," before he got up and walked into his dressing room leaving Hermione alone on the floor.