Hermione Granger, a seventh-year student in Hogwarts and Head Girl, was feeling apprehensive as she walked toward the room of Fleur Delacour, the new Potions teacher at Hogwarts, who was also Hermione's girlfriend since her fourth year, where Fleur decided to make a statement by inviting Hermione Granger, the resident bookworm of Gryffindor, as a date for the Yule Ball before snowballing into an unexpected relationship.
Hermione was feeling apprehensive because Fleur was supposed to visit her half an hour ago after her meeting with Sirius Black, after getting a better handle of his personality. They both felt that the Order was slipping more and more after Dumbledore's death, forcing the young generation to take up control. It was that sense of responsibility that forced Fleur to interrogate Sirius, even through light seduction if needed, something Fleur really hated to do.
Unfortunately, they didn't have any other chance. Sirius Black was a true mystery, the myths about him to prevalent that it was impossible to separate the reality. Sirius Black, traitor of the Light. Sirius Black, the great fugitive. Sirius Black, undesirable number one. Sirius Black, the most influential mafia in Latin America.
Sirius Black, killer of Harry Potter, slayer of Miracle.
Of course, when the said supposed killer had suddenly appeared at Ministry's request after Dumbledore's death, and bringing along the supposedly dead but very much alive and well-cared Harry Potter with him, it threw every information into chaos. The fact that he was responsible for leading the protection details of Hogwarts made the situation even more critical —especially considering said professional detail was his personal force rather than Aurors.
The fact that Harry Potter was sorted into Slytherin didn't make things any easier.
Not that all Slytherins were evil. Hermione had a few good friends there like Tracy and Daphne, enough not to cast aspersions just because of one's house, but she also knew that most of the house were followers of Voldemort, and would try their best to harm someone like Harry Potter. And Hermione didn't know whether he could handle it. Or maybe he had different ambitions…
Regardless, Hermione didn't know how to feel, so she pulled her invisibility cloak —a mysterious one that was gifted to her by Dumbledore after she solved the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets— and silently covered the rest of the distance.
However, she started to feel apprehensive for a different reason as she got closer. She was starting to feel the familiar presence of Fleur's allure tickling her mind. Yes, they had agreed that Fleur might have to use magical gifts no matter how much she detested them, but still using them two hours after the meeting started was not what Hermione expected. Especially not with this overwhelming intensity. Still, with one more corridor, Hermione was feeling the effects intensely. Maybe it was a momentary flare, Hermione tried to convince herself.
When she arrived at Fleur's door, the allure getting thicker with each step, Hermione admitted that her earlier guess was erroneous. Annoyingly, she could feel her core getting heated, her nipples getting stiffer. No matter how much she experienced it, Fleur's allure still aroused her.
She was feeling apprehensive as she silently unlocked the door, wrapping her invisibility cloak tighter around her body. The silence was scary, because it meant that there was an active silencing charm. When she stepped inside, Hermione was met with a cry from a familiar voice. Fleur.
Panicked, she tightened her grip around her wand as she dashed forward, not spending any time analyzing the cry. She was able to identify its source, however. It came from the living room. Hermione dashed with large steps, her wand raised underneath her invisibility cloak, every spell she knew, from piercing charm to unforgivables ready in her mind, waiting for the trigger.
The door for the living room open, to she immediately stepped inside…
…only to froze in great shock.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!" Fleur was saying repeatedly. Or at least, that was all Hermione could hear due to obstruction in her mouth. The obstruction in the form of the cock of a naked Sirius Black, doing his best to invade the throat of Hermione's girlfriend. Hermione stumbled back in shock, leaning against the wall the only way for her to stand on her feet. Because, to make things even worse, the presence of Sirius Black wasn't the worst thing.
That honor went to an equally naked Harry Potter, standing behind Fleur, slamming again and again inside Fleur. He even kept his hands busy, slamming her ass again and again.
The world was spinning for Hermione. The shock of finding her loving girlfriend between two guys, moaning in mindless enjoyment as she got spit-roasted was rather striking. Fleur's allure, spreading around in domineering waves, made the situation even worse. Hermione had never felt like that, not even when she drank a full bottle of firewhiskey.
The easiest thing to do just to turn back and leave, and maybe take a midnight swim in the Room of Requirements to calm herself. However, she couldn't abandon her girlfriend to the tender mercies of two brutes, not when she didn't know how the situation had happened. Maybe they had used a love potion or something similar, though even that probability did nothing to lessen the impact of her girlfriend squeezed between two guys, her face contorted in an expression of stupid pleasure Hermione had never seen before.
If it was anyone else other than Harry Potter and Sirius Black, Hermione would have blasted them first and examined the situation later, but they were the last bulwark against the Voldemort, forcing Hermione to be more careful. So, Hermione raised her wand, and started cycling through diagnostic charms.
Too bad that she had to look at the target as she cast those spells, because watching Fleur like that was painful. Then, the boys started speaking, making the situation even harder. "Come on, Harry," said Sirius, his tone casual. "Isn't it time to finish yet? I want to taste her tight hole before you ruin it with your monster," said Sirius.
"You're already too late, old man," Harry answered in good humor. If it wasn't for Fleur's desperate moans, Hermione could easily imagine them playing a game in their backyard as father and son.
"Merlin damn it, Harry. I wanted to get a taste of her before you dirtied her," Sirius said, and Hermione froze with implications. The casual reference to Harry dumping his seed inside Hermione's girlfriend made the situation even more unbearable.
"I haven't done that," Harry said, and Hermione relaxed. "Yet," he added, and her worry was back on. She tried to speed up, but only forced her to fumble a complicated diagnosis charm, costing her two minutes.
"Then let me get some space," Sirius said.
"No way," Harry answered. "I'm using my marker from our latest poker game," he said smugly. "She is mine alone. I'm not going to share her. Do you think I'm idiotic enough to let her waste on an old dog like you?"
"Show me a little respect, you little shit, I'm your godfather," Sirius countered, though his laughter had shown his level of seriousness.
"Hey, I'm giving you more than you deserve by allowing you to allow using her mouth," Harry said. "It's not like you're any more generous."
"Hey, I shared Amelia with you," Sirius said indignantly. It took a second for Hermione to realize who Amelia was, which made her fumble her spell once more. Amelia Bones, the current minister of magic. Despite her best effort, Hermione was unable to prevent the image of cold and prim Amelia bones squeezed between two bodies, moaning as mindlessly as her girlfriend…
"Hey, I was the one that saved her from Tommy-boy's spell. If anything, I was the one that shared her with you. She wasn't appreciating you sniffing around her niece."
And once appeared, banishing that was even more difficult, especially when she was being blasted with Fleur's full-strength aura for the last ten minutes. Hermione bit her lips, trying to establish her center, but the borders were being assaulted repeatedly by Fleur's cries. Still, she managed to return her diagnostics, though, at that point, she was fumbling most attempts. Her state of mind was not really conducive to silent casting.
"Hey, can you blame me for it with her tits? I still can't believe she is a virgin though. In our days, we would never allow such a travesty to occur. Pity that she is determined to keep it like that."
"Well, she was," Harry countered smugly, making it impossible for Hermione to concentrate. Amelia was one thing, but Susan regularly played in the dreams of every boy, and a considerable number of girls, Hermione's included, though it had been just a fantasy. Hermione was loyal to her girlfriend. Or more accurately, she had been. She had a feeling things might have changed in the aftermath of the current situation.
"You bastard!" Sirius exclaimed even as he grunted loudly before pulling out of Fleur's mouth, and sprayed her face, uncaring of her opinion. Though, to his credit, Hermione had to admit that her girlfriend didn't exactly look unhappy about it. "When!"
"After you collapsed with Amelia. It's not my fault that the old man can't keep up with the youth."
"Hey, I was fighting that night," Sirius said even as he sat down, lazily caressing Fleur's tits even as gave a childish reaction. Meanwhile, Harry was still pumping Fleur mercilessly. Fleur moaned mindlessly, not that Hermione could blame her. Harry had a cock bigger and thicker than their biggest toy, with a considerable margin. It was a miracle that she was still conscious.
"Yes, against Dolohow, and Lucius, meanwhile I had to fight against the Snakeface himself. Do you think that was easy?"
Another wave of Allure hit Hermione, this time even stronger. Hermione had to admit that she understood the reason for it. After all, not every day someone younger than her casually bragged against fighting and surviving against the Dark Lord that left adult wizards and witches trembling just by the mention of his name.
But that unexpected rush of allure broke Hermione's last scrap of will. She waved her wand once more, this time conjuring a thick toy and slid that between her legs. Easily, as she was sopping wet at the sight, even as she hated herself for it. Here she was, a few feet away from her girlfriend, and she was tending to her own pleasure rather than trying to help her.
She was a disgusting slut.
And somehow, she loved it…
"So," Sirius lazily as he squeezed Fleur's tits once more. "Are you sure you won't let me touch her?"
"Definitely, that blowjob is all you're going to get. Now, go find your old cat. I'm sure she is still panting for your disgusting presence."
"Hey, Minerva just knows how to enjoy life," Sirius said as he stood up, then left the room with a chuckle. "I'm sure she will accompany you if we ask nicely."
"No," Harry said with a laugh. "I prefer to stay away from the holes that my father had touched."
"You're lucky then, if Lily had waited a few more semesters before accepting him, you would have no MILF in the British Isles." With that, Sirius left, leaving a shocked Hermione behind, though she still continued to pump herself with her conjured toy. Imagining the new Headmistress enjoying the presence of a shameless younger man like Sirius Black was hard to process. Not that it had priority. Hermione was struggling through more than one hard-to-process revelation.
She hated herself even more when she cummed the exact moment Harry exploded inside her girlfriend, his half-inserted cock twitching wildly while Fleur collapsed like someone had vanished all the bones of her body. Hermione did her best to keep her voice down, though not entirely successful. To her benefit. Fleur was loud enough to mask Hermione's.
Which was why she was surprised when Harry turned to face her, their eyes meeting despite the invisibility cloak. "So, Miss Head Girl, let's talk…"