hermione quietly left gryffindor tower, making her way down to filch's office.
please, please, she thought. please be there. i need you.
summer holiday had been torturous. spending the couple of weeks before school with harry and ron had been tempting. she ached so badly to be fucked. she had almost offered to give ron a blow job if he would just stick himself inside of her, but she hadn't wanted to upset filch.
filch... she constantly thought of him. what he was doing, if he still wanted her, how he felt inside of her, the taste of his spit, his cum, his ass and his piss. she certainly hoped he still wanted her after such a long summer. maybe he only liked third-years?
hermione knocked three times on filch's office door.
filch smirked at the rapping on his door; he had seen the girl eyeing him at the feast. at first, he had wondered if she would still want him after the summer break. perhaps she would find some young lad to satisfy her needs...
not that it would stop him from attempting to get what he wanted from her, but he wanted the girl willing. filch wanted to hear her moan his name again, wanted to see her desire for him moisten her little cunny.
he had, during her summer holiday, visited snape and received several durum potions, as well as tested it out with four knockturn alley whores — not all at once of course. he couldn't afford that. he fucked each of them separately and two of them on more than one occasion.
he could cum two to three times now and stay hard for much longer. frankly, he could not wait to show miss granger his newfound stamina.
filch took out a vial of the durum potion and uncapped it. already feeling excitement twitch in his trousers, he tossed the potion back, taking it like a shot of fire whiskey.
his cock was hard and his trousers were tented as he opened the door, his dark beady eyes scanning over the young frame of hermione granger.
she was biting her lip and looking up at him hopefully. the girl was horny, no doubt.
"good evening, miss granger."
hermione shivered, her eyes scanning down his thin frame and settled on the bulge in his pants.
"hello, mr. filch. may i come in?"
filch's eyes left hermione's face and scanned the corridor behind her — empty. filch widened the door and motioned the student in. when he shut the door, he locked it.
hermione's heart sped up when she heard the click of the lock. her nipples ached inside her bra, hard as a thrill ran through her body.
filch stepped behind hermione, knowing he was teasing her. he rested his hands on her shoulders for a moment, feeling the warmth of her clothed body before sliding down her arms.
hermione pressed her body against his, reveling in the feel of filch's hard member against her back.
"and what, miss granger, did you come for tonight?"
filch's breath was hot against hermione's neck, and she shivered hard.
hermione's breath hitched as she rolled her body against him. they both knew what she had came for, and she knew filch wanted to hear it.
"i came for you."
filch pushed, walking them both forward to the front of his desk. he untucked hermione's blouse and slipped his hands under it.
hermione couldn't help it. she mewled as filch's calloused hand found her budding breasts and pinched her hard nipples. she pressed her body against filch, her ass against his legs as she felt his cock rub against her back.
"argusss!" hermione whimpered, her breathing hard as she splayed her hands on his desk.
filch took one hand from her breast and flipped up her gryffindor skirt.
when he saw her panties, he growled in annoyance. he pressed two fingers against her quim and was gratified to feel that she had soaked them through.
filch yanked her knickers to the side and pressed the head of his rock hard cock against hermione's pussy.
"what do you want?"
"gods, i want your cock!"
filch pushed in, a sigh of pleasure escaping him as he felt hermione's tight hot pussy around him. still, he wanted to know.
"how many have you had?"
hermione looked at him with confusion. "how many?"
"how many have you allowed inside of you since last year?"
hermione frowned, heat crawling up her cheeks. "no one."
filch's eyes narrowed disbelievingly. he wanted to believe her, oh yes, but he did not. he needed to know for certain. he pulled out of her.
filch reached for a bottle of veritaserum, one of the few wizarding things he held precious to him.
"then you won't mind proving it?" he asked, a nasty tone to his voice.
hermione turned towards him, her eyes were large and worried, "no, i have nothing to hide."
hermione opened her mouth and filch dropped two drops onto her tongue. her eyes glazed over.
"what is your name?"
"hermione jane granger."
"what was your intention for tonight?"
"to see if you still wanted me."
"and if i did?"
"i intended to have sex with you."
filch's cock twitched. even if she had others, she still wanted him.
"why?"
"i love the way you make me feel. just thinking about you, sir, makes my pussy wet."
filch reached forward, pressing her clit, gratified by her admission. her breathing hitched.
"what do you like that i do best?"
there was no hesitation in her answer.
"everything. the way you touch me, the way your dick feels inside of me. i am happy to taste your tongue, your skin, your cum."
though she was glassy eyed and clearly not all there, filch wanted her.
she gasped as he pinched her nipple with his other hand. he pressed his dick to her wet cunt, poised to fuck her hard.
"and, how many people did you fuck over the holiday?"
"none."
filch grunted as he slammed in, balls deep, into the young witch. that admission alone was enough to bring him to the brink. thank merlin he had taken his potion. he wanted to ride the nubile witch until she couldn't walk.
hermione's breathing increased, but her expression was still relatively blank and glassy-eyed. filch didn't mind. he would still get his pleasure from her.
the knowledge that this witch had not laid with another male quickly drove him over the edge, and filch came hard with a pleasured grunt, his seed coating the insides of hermione's womb.
filch pressed her back by her chest, pulling her skirt up and pressing his hard cock to her slick entrance.
"did you fantasize about me?"
"yes, sir."
filch thrusted into the girl again, enjoying the way her tight muscles squeezed him. hermione's eyes were hazy and unfocused, and her expression didn't change much as filch began pumping into her docile body, enthused by her answer.
"tell me!" he demanded, panting as he thrusted into her.
"the first night, i imagined coming to your office to see you for sex, and you bent me over your desk as you fucked me until we both came."
filch pumped into her, his hands gripping her hips hard. well, that was less than satisfactory.
"is that all?"
"no. i fantasized about you almost every night, wishing school was in session."
"tell me, lass."
"another night, i imagined you fucking me in the hall. we were in a dark alcove, and classes let out. you whispered in my ear and told me to cum, and i did right there in the hall as my classmates walked by."
hermione's pussy seemed to spasm for a moment from him or the memory of her fantasy, he did not know.
"i always knew you were a showoff," filch said, his calloused hands finding hermione's breasts as he sawed in and out of her tight cunt.
filch leaned forward as he slowed his rhythm, whispering in her ear.
"from that very first night when you showed me your little cunny and then begged for me to take you in the hallway, i knew what you were."
filch pinched her nipples hard, and hermione cried out, arching her back and pressing her tits into his hands. filch held them firm, twisting them as he fucked the fourth year on his desk.
"a bloody trollop, ripe for the picking, lusting after old filch, you were."
hermione's breathing hitched as filch pulled on her right nipple, playing with her breast as he licked down her neck, his climax building again.
"you wanted my cum, didn't you?"
"yes."
her answer was breathy but still monotoned.
"you want it now, don't you?"
"yes."
"say it!"
"i want your cum inside me, mr. filch."
filch grunted, sweat dripping down his face as he buried himself deep in the young witch, unloading his cum into her for a second time.
when he moved again, his hips ached, but his cock was still rock hard. he slid easily in and out of hermione's pussy. it sounded sloshy, and filch knew he had filled the bitch up.
filch looked down at the girl you laid beneath him willingly, a faint flush to her cheeks. this wasn't quite as fun as when she was begging for it, but he enjoyed knowing the girl was his and only his. soon enough, he was sure she would be pregnant.
filch pulled out, the tip of his hard cock resting against hermione's hot fuckhole and considered his options. on one hand, he wanted the girl to suck him to ecstasy and clean up the mess they had made, and on the other, he wanted to hear more. he wasn't certain she'd willingly take a truth serum again. filched pushed his rigid cock back into hermione's wet and full pussy, enjoying the feel of her. maybe one or two more fantasies.
"did you show off in other fantasies?"
"often i would think about when you were spanking me. only this time, we are in the great hall. you are sitting in front of everyone and i lay across your lap. you'll pull down my underwear and slap my ass as punishment for something silly i did. each time, you spank me harder, and i can't help myself. i cry out each time."
filch's breathing increased, mind spinning out the scenario as he fucked her, incredibly turned on by her admission.
"each spanking hurts, but you know how wet you're making me, and after each smack, you caress my ass and then your hand slides down to my wet pussy, playing with my clit and then finger fucking me until i am unable to control my moaning."
filch leaned over her as he humped her body. drugged as she was, hermione laid much like a dead fish, but that didn't mean her pussy didn't feel exquisite.
"then you spank me again and then sink your fingers into my pussy. when i'm about to cry from frustration, and i'm begging you for relief, you rub my clit hard until i cum moaning your name in front of everyone in the great hall."
filch was almost there, to his next climax, and he wanted more.
"tell me a fantasy that embarrasses you."
"one night, i thought about you tying me up in the dungeon and putting my nipples in clamps. you teased me and touched me until i begged and when you fucked me, you did it slow and controlled, and you made me beg some more. as i came, you took my face in your hand, opened my mouth and spat in it."
filch paused as he pushed into hermione. her pussy muscles seemed to squeeze him as he sat unmoving for a few moments.
"do you want me to spit in your mouth, hermione?"
"yes," she answered easily, her eyes glassy and vague.
filch's balls ached. he was ready to cum again.
"would you swallow it?"
"yes, i would swallow anything you gave me."
with a strangled moan, filch came again. he mashed her clit down, causing hermione to shiver, but that was it.
filch's white semen squished sloppily in hermione's pussy as he pulled out, dripping down hermione's crack and onto his desk.
her eyes were still glassy, and her cheeks were flushed. she looked like a right trollop on his desk. she had not yet cum, and at this point, filch realized the veritaserum likely prevented that.
three times and filch was spent. his cock was softening as she continued to sit on his desk, dripping his cum from her wet hole.
"i suppose i should go," hermione said.
"yes, you should."
hermione stood, buttoning her shirt and smoothing her skirt. filch watched her, completely satiated as she made no move to wipe the cum that was running down her inner thigh away.
"i'll see you soon, sir."
pulling her cloak over her shoulders, hermione left.
i wonder which fantasies filch might make come true. ;)