once again, there's a bit of plot to get to the lemons. there's some masturbation and a bit of oral sex. no need to worry though. there will be penetration next chappy! ;)
happy ready! ~s
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if not for the ache between her thighs, hermione granger would have talked herself into believing it had all been a weird, and rather gross, sex dream. when she awoke on wednesday morning, her pussy felt achy and sore. her back had scratches from the stone wall of the dungeon, and she could still vividly recall filch's hands on her hips and the way he felt as he came inside her.
hermione spent the next few days conflicted about going to mcgonagall, or even dumbledore. part of her wanted to march indignantly to her head of house and tell her all about how malfoy had cursed her and filch had taken advantage. but every time, hermione imagined mcgonagall's look of disgust when filch told her of hermione wantonly rubbing herself on his cock until she came, of her asking for him to cum inside her.
she imagined dumbledore peering at her over his half-moon spectacles, a hint of color on his cheeks and a knowing twinkle in his eyes, because dumbledore seemed to know everything. he would immediately see how much she had come to enjoy it.
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6:30 p.m., Thursday
hermione stood in front of mcgonagall's office door.
if she told mcgonagall, filch would be caught, leaving hermione free and clear. he would be fired, and she could go on about her life without worrying that her secret would get out — that she had practically given filch her virginity.
hermione rapped on the door four times.
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no answer.
hermione frowned and decided to head up to her dormitory. harry and ron would be done with dinner shortly and be up soon.
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9:58 p.m., Thursday
"did you see harry in quidditch practice earlier? the dive he made for that snitch!" lavender squealed.
behind her curtains, hermione sighed. lavender never stopped talking about boys, especially the boy who lived. or sometimes malfoy.
closing her eyes, hermione thought about harry in practice. she hadn't seen it, but harry was such a naturally good player, hermione could imagine it.
"did you see his chest when his shirt was ripped from that quaffle?" parvarti gushed.
almost out of habit, hermione's hand slid down between her legs. she loved thinking about her boys playing quidditch. as little interest as she held in the sport, it was ok to watch and quite attractive when they did tricks on their brooms or dodged a blow from the bludgers.
"maybe next time it'll take the whole shirt with it!" lavender giggled back.
and, it was always nice to see harry all sweaty from practice. of course ron wasn't on the team yet, but hermione had seen him playing with harry and his brothers a few times...
hermione tuned out the two girls, her fingers easily finding her slick lips. she arched her back as her fingers grazed her clit before she began to rub it gently.
she wondered what harry's hand would feel like on her breasts, calloused from riding his broom. imagining the look on lavender's face when she realized that not everyone wanted a blonde trollop. some boys preferred a smart, bushy-haired girl.
hermione moaned softly, enjoying herself as she imagined harry's hands on her hips and the feel of his cock — would it feel as good as filch had? she blinked in surprise, slightly startled by her own comparison.
hermione shrugged it off. it was normal to compare to her first time, right?
still rubbing her clit, hermione thought of finding harry in the quidditch locker room, after he wins the game for gryffindor. he might press her against one of the lockers, kissing her as he presses his hard on against her, letting her know how much he wanted her.
hermione traced circles around her wet entrance and slipped her fingers inside, leaving one to gently massage her throbbing clit as she recalled how hard she had cum on filch's cock, before he had even penetrated her, the way his hands had felt on her. would harry be gentler? or would he be so riled up after a win that he would take her hard, like... filch.
in all honesty, hermione was surprised argus filch had been so... he had felt so good. she knew books and movies always made it seem like sex was great, but everyone talked about how much the first time hurts... which it did, but he had made her cum twice and both had been the best orgasms she had ever had.
she wondered if that had been the spell or if it was something filch had done. thinking about him was making her body feel hotter and her pussy ache more.
mmmm, the way the tip of his hard cock had felt against her wet entrance before he had slammed inside of her. hermione pumped her fingers in and out, enjoying the friction in her pussy as she thought about the way filch's skinny, wrinkled cock had pumped in and out of her pussy and the way his gnarled face contorted as he shot his load into her, the way he had pulled her head away from his soft member as he started pissing all over her — and all of a sudden, hermione was cumming again.
it was like a compulsion charm had been cast on her. once filch came to her mind, she was wetter and aching in desire.
she couldn't help herself as she softly moaned, her body stiffening in her bed as her pussy muscles pulsed around her fingers. gods, he was so good. his piss was disgusting, but they way filch made her body feel was so, so good.
hermione lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.
she really needed to tell mcgonagall before detention. who knew what he would do given the opportunity? or maybe... she could just see what happens?
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3 p.m., Friday
after transfiguration, hermione had been slowly putting her books away. this was her chance. she could tell mcgonagall about everything.
"'mione, you ok?" ron asked her.
hermione jumped a little, "yes! sorry, ron. just deep in my thoughts."
"well, let's go. harry and i'll walk you to hagrid's."
hermione hesitated before following the two boys. what she would say anyway? what would others would say, what harry and ron would say?
what if they dosed her with veritaserum and asked her if she had wanted it, if she had indeed rubbed herself against him until she came, if she had asked him to cum inside her?
what if would harry say if he knew that she had enjoyed it when filch pinched her nipples? how would ron look at her, knowing she was no longer a virgin?
she could always talk to mcgonagall later...
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6:58 p.m., Friday
hermione stood in front of the door of filch's office. she had been standing there for three minutes already.
she hadn't seen filch since that night, but hermione had certainly been thinking of him — of his body, of his kisses, of his hands on her skin, of his smell, of the way she had rubbed wet pussy against his cock in need.
she felt nervous. she wasn't sure what to expect and she definitely didn't know what she wanted... except maybe to feel him again. she was already wet, thinking about how she might be alone with him again.
hermione shivered and raised her hand to knock. it was seven o'clock.
then, she lowered her hand, a thought occurring to her.
what could filch do if she didn't show up? she could just leave and —
hermione's thoughts came to a halt as the door was forcefully yanked open, her hand mid-raised.
"you're late, missy!" filch growled, and hermione felt her knees shake a little as she dropped her hand by her side.
"sorry, sir—"
"get in!" filch barked at her as he stepped aside, gesturing her to come in as looked her up and down.
hermione stepped in his office, her heart pounding in her chest. she did not like filch. he is gross. he is vile. he is nasty. he is mean. he is gross. he is vile. he is —
"grab that bucket and toothbrush. you'll be scrubbing the bathroom down the hall."
hermione's brain sputtered in confusion. was this a real detention? was he... was he going to ignore what they'd done only a few nights ago? as though nothing happened?
filch gave her a nasty sneer, "now!"
quickly, hermione picked them up and followed filch down the hall to the bathroom. it was the slytherin boys' prefect bathroom.
"sanguinis pura."
the door opened, and filch led the way in. hermione stared after him. perhaps this was a ruse to get her behind closed doors alone?
did she go in? or did she drop everything and bolt. filch turned and looked at her, his lips curled in a smirk, taunting her.
hermione could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs at the thought of being alone with filch. but she could also feel the instinct in her gut telling her to run.
which should she listen to? her head or her body?
hermione met filch's mocking eyes and took in a deep breath and stepped across the threshold.
filch stood there in his tattered robes, a smirk turning up the corners of his lips. she raked her eyes over his form, noting the top two buttons of his shirt were open, showing a small bit of wirey hair, and his belt around his waist, something he'd been lacking the night before.
hermione started at the sound of the door shifting shut behind her.
"quit gaping and get to it, girlly!" filch ordered, his voice harsh and filled with contempt.
hermione jumped again, raising her yes to his in confusion, "what?"
"your detention," filch growled, taking a step toward her. "start scrubbing."
hermione stared, unable to move from the spot. what the hell? he fucks her, stealing her virginity and has the audacity to tell her to scrub the toilet? she could feel herself flushing in embarrassment.
filch stepped closer to her, his eyes sliding down her body, her perfectly modest school uniform and back up. "or were you thinking about something else?"
something in filch's voice had changed. it sounded... huskier, more sexy. hermione met his gaze, her blush deepening.
filch stopped in front of her, a step away. hermione licked her lips, feeling a fuzzy warmth settle in her lower belly. she could reach out and touch him if she wanted. and oh boy, she wanted to.
as she looked at him, she knew what he wanted. filch wanted her to admit to it, make the first move. hermione stepped forward, raising her chin to look up into his face, her heart hammering in her chest.
"well, what will it be, lass?" filch asked gruffly, his hot breath against her face. his eyes were dark with lust, and she knew he could see how much she wanted him.
"please, sir," hermione whispered.
filch stepped forward, walking her toward the wall as he kissed her, his wet tongue swirling around her mouth. hermione sucked and swallowed, tracing his tongue with her own as he pressed his hips hard against her, making her moan into his mouth.
filch slid his hands down her hips to the hem of her skirt and pushed it up, finding her naked hips and ass as he thrusted his hardening crotch into hers.
"no knickers, i see." he broke the kiss, licking down her cheek to her ear. "you fucking trollop!" he grunted as he grasped her little ass cheeks tight, mashing her wet cunt with his crotch.
"mmnnhh! argus," hermione moaned against his lips as he loosened her tie and opened her blouse. she eagerly started unbuttoning his shirt and ran her hands up his chest, feeling the soft, wrinkled skin and hairs sprinkled across his chest. how the hell did filch make her feel this way?
hermione pulled his shirt off his shoulders, sliding her hands over his thin, arthritic shoulders and feeling the small muscles of his arms — years of scrubbing and toting things around without magic, she supposed.
filch ground his groin against her, distracting a moan out of the chit as his hard cock strained to break free of his trousers, ready to claim her as his once again.
filch chuckled into her mouth as he felt her hands at the top of his trousers, seeking to unbutton them. he gripped the soft skin of her titties, massaging them as he withdrew from hermione's mouth and kissed down her neck. her hands finally freed him of his trousers, quickly followed by hermione's small hands sliding into his stained briefs.
her hands were clumsy and inexperienced as she softly rubbed up and down his hard cock, the wrinkled skin soft and giving from years of wanking and the occasional whore from knockturn alley. squib though he was, filch didn't lower himself to sleep with muggles.
hermione's second hand slid down and cupped his hairy balls, and filch groaned and nipped her neck in approval.
hermione pulled away and kissed her way down filch's chest, pausing as she bent down to her knees and looked up at him. gods, what a teasing and filthy little bitch. already eager and on her knees after tuesady night.
filch's eyes darkened in lust at the sight of hermione granger, friend of that conniving potter boy, bushy-haired third year, on her knees staring up at him without a top on. her hair disheveled, her lips swollen from kisses, her hard nipples so perky they strained to point up on her less-than developed chest.
hermione could smell his manhood better this time. with no spell or post-orgasm haze clouding her mind, filch smelled strongly of sweaty, dirty skin, much like harry after quidditch practice. unlike harry, she could also smell a faint scent of urine. to her horror, hermione didn't know why that didn't disgust her more. she certainly didn't enjoy him peeing on her, but, she noted with surprise, it didn't deter her from desiring to taste him once more, this time without own wetness mingled in.
filch pressed his hands to the wall and impatiently pushed his cock against her lips, leaving a trail of precum that she immediately licked up. bloody hell, he was going to fuck her until the little girl was unable to walk.
gripping filch's hips, hermione darted forward with her tongue out, dragging her tongue from the bottom of his ball sack to the tip of his wrinkley dick. she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his salty clear precum. mmmm, filch tasted surprisingly delicious. she slipped a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her throbbing clit.
after sucking on the head of filch's cock for a few moments, hermione found her way back to his balls, having read that many men like their women to give them attention. she carefully licked and sucked each one, listening to filch's uneven breathing and soft grunts. she enjoyed the way his balls became tighter with her attention.
"get on with it, girlly," filch demanded, his cock aching painfully from desire to feel her lips on it again.
filch peered at the girl below him, realizing she was simultaneously frigging her pussy as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, gently sucking as she rubbed her tongue against his small slit. she moaned again, and filch nearly lost it.
gripping the back of her head, filch pushed his dick into her mouth, a groan of ecstasy escaping his lips as hermione widened her mouth to keep her teeth from scraping his flesh.
"good girl," filch said, holding her head steady as he pushed his hard cock in and out of her mouth, each thrust going just a bit deeper. "suck it, you little slut."
hermione sucked harder, finding she rather enjoyed the musky taste of filch's skin and the feel of his cock in her wet mouth. one hand on his hips and the other on her clit, hermione could feel a building within her pussy. gods, she was so ready to cum.
"bet you do this for your little friends all the time," filch grunted, his hand tightening in her hair as he pumped his cock into her hot mouth. "you fucking whore."
filch leaned his head back as continued his assault on her mouth, his movements becoming more uneven and jerky with every thrust. hermione looked up at his face, his eyes closed and his cheeks slightly saggy. every word he said adding to the fire of desire in her wet pussy.
hermione tried not to gag as his cock started to hit the back of her throat, every thrust sending him deeper into her mouth until he was in her throat, but she couldn't help it. his cock was too long, and a trickle of fear ran down her spine as a bit of spit slid down her chin.
adjusting her mouth, she tried to calm herself and breathe in as he pushed his hard cock down her throat, the sensation almost painful as her nose was buried in his matted pubic hair. she placed both hands on his hips to steady herself, her fingers slipping on his sweaty ass.
filch didn't pull out as far anymore. instead he rocked himself back and forward, down her throat and an inch or so out. as hermione used those moments of repetitive movement to adjust, filch looked down at her, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he fucked the know-it-all's little mouth.
"swallow it all," filch hissed, twisting her hair as his body stiffened.
"mnnfg!" hermione started, unsure if she would be able to. she closed her eyes as filch pushed her head until his cock popped down her throat, his body spasming.
hermione could feel filch squeeze his thin ass muscles as he shot his hot cum into throat, the ropey substance thin and gooey in the back of her throat as she worked to swallow it. luckily, it was easy to seallow because there wasn't a whole lot. her nose was mashed into his smelly pubic hair as he humped her face, trying to get deeper into her throat with every spasm of his body.
hermione moaned as she realized she had made filch cum. she squeezed her legs together, pinching her throbbing clit between her wet lips and wished she was cumming with him.
he gripped the wall with his one hand as he came into the granger-girl's mouth, grunting loudly. fuck, he was getting too old for this wall shit. next time, he was going to make the chit do all the work.
hermione wished filch had pulled out more, so she could taste his cum better. she wished he had saved his cum until after she had. she wished he had taken her from behind or allowed her to ride his cock until she had cum, too.
filch pulled back, righting himself and redressing as he looked at the half-dressed third-year in front of him. her breathing was hard and she was licking her lips as she looked up at him.
"are you done, sir?" hermione couldn't help but ask, and filch had the overwhelming desire to slap the chit. and bend her over the toilet and fuck her.
"i'll see you tomorrow night for another... detention," filch sneered, his eyes raking over the girl.
hermione let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. she felt an indignation swell up in her. "tomorrow night? what did i do?"
somehow, she looked both lustful and petulant. filch was momentarily saddened he hadn't fucked her little swotty cunt.
"you were late, girl."
filch smirked and leaned down at her, pleased when her lips parted in response. silly little chit looked like she was ready to be kissed.
"my office. 6 o'clock."
hermione narrowed her eyes in annoyance as filch left. she certainly wouldn't be late tomorrow!