Author's Note: This is yet another new chapter for this edited update of the story. It is also the last new chapter, with the remainder of the chapters being the already existing chapters, but with slight tweaks and edits. This chapter is a spiritual replacement for the 'Gagging at the Gloryhole' chapter which has been removed from this story entirely due to it no longer fitting the desired direction I was taking the story in. This new chapter is similar in set-up to the now removed chapter but is its own brand-new content. If you would like to read the now removed chapter 'Gagging at the Gloryhole' you can do so over on my blog. Details on how to access my blog are in the author's note at the end of the chapter.

I hope you enjoy this new chapter and all the perverse smutty goodness that comes along with it!

Chapter 9: The Busiest Night

The first night back at Hogwarts was always one of immense excitement and a palpably energetic atmosphere. Finally being back in those ancient halls, surrounded by friends and the magical thrill of the Wizarding world was enough to get anyone excited for the school year ahead. This excitement was felt by almost everyone, with Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny eagerly revelling in the expansive feast, spending time catching up with people they hadn't seen over the summer, as well as doing their best to blot out the silent murmurs regarding Harry's dementor attack. Not to mention people's quiet debates over whether or not Harry was completely mental when it came to claiming that Lord Voldemort had returned. Needless to say, Harry found it increasingly difficult to lose himself amidst that magical excitement that had always left him spellbound upon returning to Hogwarts. Furthermore, the squeaking speech from the pink-clad Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher did little to ease the groups unease as it was made explicitly clear that the Ministry was taking a more invested interest in the operations at Hogwarts. Regardless, Harry did his best to ignore it all, focusing instead on the good food and company around him, all the while eagerly anticipating the wild antics that were undoubtedly going to take place across the entire school that evening. After all, whilst a great deal of people were just excited to be back at Hogwarts, there was an unspoken understanding between a lot of the older students about just what being back at school meant.

For a lot of students, the first night back at school was the first opportunity to relieve themselves after a summer of awkward sexual abstinence. Whether it be sexually frustrated girls who had to rely on family members for their physical relief, or the keen and eager boys who had found themselves getting used to the regular sexual activities during their previous years at Hogwarts, everyone was excited to have the opportunity to explore their intimate desires openly and freely with those they held dear. Of all the nights at Hogwarts, the first night back was always the busiest, with friends catching up on lost time and lovers making sure that they broke their abstinence in explosive fashion. Whilst some people had taken to engaging in perverse activities on the train to school, others were eagerly awaiting the end of the feast. Slowly, as the pudding plates grew emptier and emptier, people's excitement shifted from being surrounded by their friends and the magical wonder of the Great Hall, to quiet anticipation of the moment when they were dismissed from dinner and allowed to freely wander the halls of the school. Despite having had their fun on the train to Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were just as eager to have more, with all four of them growing more and more antsy the longer they sat in place. There were murmurings amongst the students, with people getting restless. The younger students who had yet to have their sexual awakening to the world of magical perversion were blissfully ignorant to the change in atmosphere, with most just happily chatting away, completely unaware of the transformation Hogwarts would go through behind the curtains. Little did everyone know that this year would be particularly salacious in scope.

Eventually, Professor Dumbledore bid the students a goodnight, allowing them to dissipate at their own discretion. A handful of people remained behind in the Great Hall, catching up with one another, whilst the majority of people wove their way back up to their respective common rooms. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny did just that, making their way up towards the Gryffindor Common Room, ignoring the particularly insidious remarks made by Draco Malfoy as they left the Great Hall. Unfortunately, they weren't quite able to escape the open jabs as Harry encountered Seamus in the common-room, the boy making it pretty clear his opinion on Harry and his claims about the Dark Lord. After a rather sharp back and forth, Harry stormed his way up to his dormitory, followed closely behind by Ginny, the girl concerned about her boyfriend. The awkwardness lingered for several minutes in the common room before talking got back into full swing. Regardless of people's opinions regarding Lord Voldemort, most people weren't keen on mingling with Seamus following the remarks, prompting him to disappear from the common-room, leaving Dean and Neville to talk. Ron was planning to go over and join the two of them, but Hermione had other plans, grabbing him by the arm and coaxing him to a more secluded portion of the common room in order to talk. The common room was quite packed, so finding a place for a private conversation was somewhat tricky, yet Hermione was steadfast on discussing something with Ron. They had arrived at Hogwarts, and she didn't want to waste time when it came to rekindling their explorative sexual nature. Despite the butt-plug mishap on the train, she was still exceptionally keen to share some kind of perverse spark with Ron that would prove to the both of them that their relationship was just as fiery as ever.

"So, we're back at Hogwarts…" Hermione said with as suggestive a look as she could possibly muster on her face. The two of them had tucked themselves into a small reading nook, glancing furtively over their shoulders to ensure that their conversation remained completely private.

"We are indeed…" Ron smiled, not picking up on Hermione's subtle messages as she continued to bat her eyelids and croon suggestively. Whether it was Ron being oblivious or Hermione lacking the ability to play the suggestive, perverse and wily minx, didn't matter as ultimately, Hermione abandoned her efforts and spoke as bluntly as she could about the matter.

"Oh, come on Ron. Don't tell me you've forgotten what we talked about? You know, what we were going to do when we got back to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, folding her arms as she peered around the corner, making sure that no one had picked up on their conversation.

"1 mean, yeah, I remember. I just didn't think you'd want to get right to it the moment we got through the door?" Ron smirked eagerly, keen to get started with Hermione all the same. He had been thinking about it since they left the train, being somewhat stoked to get back into Hogwarts and begin this little side project with his girlfriend.

"Well, why not? No time like the present. Besides, not much else to do but wait for classes to begin tomorrow," Hermione said, her enthusiasm being worn a little more subtly. She lightly twisted her hips on the spot, pinching her thighs gently together, trying to stem her blossoming arousal as she and Ron discussed their intimate plans for the evening.

"We could socialise, you know? Hogwarts isn't just about classes," Ron commented. He wanted to be surprised at how quickly it took Hermione to mention their upcoming classes the next day, but in the end, he couldn't act even remotely startled that Hermione's mind was on lessons.

"Shall I find someone else to help me out, then? Maybe Neville? Or even Dean. No doubt they'll be willing to lend me a hand with this," Hermione teased, chuckling as she watched Ron immediately back-peddle. Whilst he knew she was joking, he was still quick to curb any discussion of her exploring her sexuality with his dorm-mates. Even if he had had done the exact same with one of her dorm-mates the previous year.

"Right, right. No need to rush to such drastic action. Do you have something in mind? Something experimental?" Ron asked. Knowing Hermione, he trusted that she had been planning this the entire train-ride to Hogwarts and had some kind of idea in mind. He certainly didn't have something cooked up to entertain the two of them with.

"Well… Yeah… Do you know about the Hogwarts gloryhole?" Hermione breathed, lowering her voice as her cheeks gained a light pink hue as a result of the mere mention of the gloryhole. She had become somewhat acquainted with the gloryhole throughout her previous year at Hogwarts, relying on it somewhat regularly over the year. Several of her fondest memories could be traced back to those thin marble walls and the tight confines of those sultry and perverse cubicles.

"Yeah, I do. Me and Harry discovered it last year. On the first night back at Hogwarts in fact," Ron nodded, remembering his first experience with the gloryhole. Him and Harry had wound up there and ended up taking a mysterious stranger for a ride in the little cubby-holes that ran alongside either end of the main room.

"Wait, you did? Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked, having not realised that Ron had already discovered the pleasures of the gloryhole. Admittedly, it was before they were in anyway an official couple and as such, she couldn't exactly expect him to keep her up to date on his previous conquests. She had a long list of encounters that she hadn't divulged yet. Though not out of a desire to keep them a secret, but rather due to the fact there hadn't been a good time to do so.

"Well, we weren't exactly an item back then. Besides, I'm pretty sure me and Harry followed you to the gloryhole using the Marauder's Map?" Ron retorted, remembering exactly how it was that he and Harry found their way to the gloryhole in the first place. Hermione had snuck out late at night, prompting the two to follow her out of fear that something was amiss.

"Fair enough. But that's a good point. We should try and be open about our sexual past. You know, tell each other about our experiences. No secrets. If we have sex with someone, we should at least mention it," Hermione suggested, wanting their relationship to be completely transparent now that they were official and taking their sex-lives a lot more seriously going into the new year.

"Agreed. Me and Harry spit-roast Madam Pomfrey," Ron openly confessed. He assumed it was Madam Pomfrey given the voice that came from the mysterious stranger, and so had for a long time been somewhat proud of having had his cock inside the school nurse.

"I had sex with Gabrielle Delacour for the first time that night," Hermione replied with a refreshingly candid demeanour. It reminded her of Luna's way of speaking which made her beam proudly. Leaning in, she added in a low, seductive tone, "So… What would you say to a couple's visit to the gloryhole? Yeah? Kinky enough, right?"

"Sounds like fun. Shall we?" Ron grinned, excited to get going. The two of them stepped out of the nook, just in time to watch another boy and girl racing towards the portrait, their hands clasped together, a familiar giddy excitement on their faces. Where they were heading was a mystery, but what they would end up doing was not.

"Yep. Just a moment though. I want to grab something," Hermione quickly said, turning and making her way up to the girls dormitory. Arriving in her room, she rifled through her bag, stopping a moment as she noticed the mystery box she bought from Ane Alley. She still hadn't had time to open it, yet now wasn't the right time. Instead, she grabbed the two enchanted masks that she had bought and tucked them in her pocket. She figured they would be useful just in case they were in a situation where their identity was exposed. It was unlikely given the nature of the gloryhole, but it comforted her nonetheless to have the masks. Returning to Ron, she took him by the hand and led him eagerly out of the portrait, "Right. Let's go. Before anyone notices."

Moving quickly through the castle, Hermione led Ron towards the secret tapestry that hid the corridor to the gloryhole. Stepping into the small, cramped space, the two of them shuffled along the thin passageway before emerging into the open space of the school gloryhole. It was just as the two remembered. At the centre of the room was a block of nine cubicles in a square. The centre cubicle was sealed away via a number of magical enchantments, meaning that you needed to have specific knowledge in order to seat yourself in the central space and have access to all eight other cubicles. Alongside the two side walls were rows of cubicles side by side, providing ample space for dozens of students to sequester themselves away. At the end of the room were two doorways that led to side-rooms that ran parallel with either side of the main gloryhole chamber. In this side-rooms were small nooks where someone could comfortably lay down and present their ass to anyone who wished to have their way with them. Due to the way that the side room was orientated, the nooks were in line with the gloryhole cubicles that ran along the side of the walls, meaning that if someone was laying in one of the nooks with their ass pushed out into the side room, then their mouth was also perfectly in line with a hole that connected to the rows of gloryholes in the main chamber. Needless to say, the room was perfectly designed for all sorts of anonymous fun, with plenty cubicles. Naturally, it had been many, many years since every single cubicle was occupied, yet there was hope for Hogwarts that in the near future, the gloryhole would see enough regular occupancy to make it the striking sexual landmark that it was destined to be.

"So, we're here…" Ron breathed as they stepped into the immaculate room. The gloryhole was built by the perverse Headmistress Aphrodomina in her time and as such was layered with countless magical enchantments that kept it completely clean at any given time.

"We are indeed…" Hermione chuckled, taking a step in and breathing a sigh of relief. There was something thrilling about being back here after so long and she couldn't wait to share the experience with Ron. After all, she remembered every experience in this gloryhole with vivid enthusiasm. Her cock shivered at the mere sight of the marble shimmer, "Any particular preference?"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked. All the cubicles were identical and aside from the block of gloryholes in the centre of the room, they all had the same number of holes and the same structure. And Ron definitely hadn't been here enough times to develop a personal favourite based on habit.

"Well, do you fancy setting up in a cubicle, or maybe one of the nooks in around the sides?" Hermione clarified, finding the idea of either one to be exciting. Whilst she wasn't much of a bottom, the idea of being bent over side by side in the nooks in the side chamber gave her a rush of pleasurable excitement.

"I don't know. Maybe we should start simple. Cubicle?" Ron suggested, being equally excited by the idea of using the nooks with Hermione. However, he didn't want to rush things and the prospect of being in a gloryhole with Hermione was just as thrilling.

"Take your pick. I think… yeah, one of them is already occupied. Shall we go tend to them, first?" Hermione suggested, pointing to one of the cubicles on the left-hand side. On each of the gloryhole's doors was an enchanted candle that burned either red or green to indicate whether the cubicle was occupied.

"Sounds like a plan," Ron smirked, joining Hermione in pulling the cubicle open and stepping inside. As the shut the door behind them, the let it lock, pinning the two of them tightly together in the small, cramped confines of the gloryhole. As they shuffled around a little, Ron commented, "A little tight…"

"Since when have you complained about being pressed tightly against me," Hermione giggled, feeling her breasts press snugly against Ron's chest as they slowly got into position. The room was just big enough that they could comfortably share the stool in the centre, positioning themselves so that they were both resting on the very edge of the seat. Hermione was closest to the occupied gloryhole next to them and as such sat down and peered through the small hole whilst Ron positioned himself behind her, pinning his body up against hers and peering over her shoulder.

"Oh? Is someone there?" a meek voice called from the other side, drawing both Hermione and Ron's attention. The voice was a girls and was exceptionally familiar, yet neither Ron or Hermione could place her. It was strange but was part of the experience in the end.

"Yep… Well, two of us to be exact," Hermione smiled glancing through the hole, but only managing to see the fringe of a school skirt. The girl wearing it was nervously fidgeting back and forth, almost pacing the entire length of the miniscule cubicle in a fit of nerves.

"My… I… I have never done this before. I… I don't really like the idea of using this sort of thing, but I'm desperate and… well, Professor Sprout won't see me until tomorrow," the girl confessed, her voice quivering as she made her nerves explicitly apparent. Both Ron and Hermione shared a soft smirk, the two of them remembering the time when they were just as nervous and twitchy.

"A Hufflepuff…" Hermione mouthed to Ron, slowly narrowing down the girl's identity. Hermione was familiar enough to know that the mystery girl mentioned Professor Sprout because she was used to going to the Professor for her much-needed relief. Hogwarts wasn't in a position to expect every single female student to be sexually active and as such, students could approach their head of house when needing personal relief. It was usually in the form of stiff awkward handjob, meaning that most students preferred to have some fun and relieve themselves with one another, yet some made use of the Professors when needed. Turning back to the gloryhole, Hermione smiled and spoke aloud, "It's alright. We'll make sure this is a pleasant experience…"

"Right. Do… Do I just put my…" the Hufflepuff murmured, turning towards the hole and lifting her skirt upwards. Pressing her crotch up against the wall, she winced expectantly as if bracing herself for that first momentous touch, yet it didn't come. Instead, Hermione forced herself to stifle a giggle and sharply nudged Ron as he threatened to break and start laughing.

"Panties off, first…" Hermione said in as encouraging and understanding a voice as possible. Immediately, the Hufflepuff leapt backwards, nervously laughing as she realised, she hadn't even bothered to take her underwear of and had simply pushed her bulging panties up against the hole expecting something to come of it.

"Oh, right, of course…" the girl laughed nervously, pulling her school skirt down to her ankles before kicking it off. She stood there a moment, nervously flexing her fists before shimmying her panties off, her cock bouncing free. Slowly, she grasped herself by the base and inched the length of her cock through the gloryhole, breathing heavily as she pressed her crotch snugly against the wall, her hands laid flat against the marble tiles, "Is that good. Can you see me? Or my… my thing, rather?"

"In all its glory…" Hermione purred softly, biting her lip. The mysterious Hufflepuff was rather well endowed. Comparable to Hermione's length and thickness, her shaft bulged and throbbed with the all too familiar painful erection that Hermione had come to know intimately. The entire length seemed to pulsate and quiver, almost as if it was stretching against its own thickness and on the verge of exploding or rather popping. Pre-cum leaked and trickled along the head of her cock, beading upon the tip in a precarious droplet. A pair of heavy balls slipped through alongside, wiry hair adorning her shaft. Had Hermione not been taken in by the sight of the cock, she would have recognised the familiar tinge of strawberry blonde hair crowning the mysterious cock. There was only one Hufflepuff with such hair colour. At least, only one that matched the quiet, timid voice on the other side of the wall. None other than sweet Susan Bones.

"Well… If you need me to do anything or… you know… just say… but…" Susan stuttered nervously, clenching her exposed ass cheeks as her face turned a deep shade of red. Susan was one of the more prudish ladies at Hogwarts. She had come to sexual maturity the year before yet had always remained steadfast in preserving her virginity. She wasn't religious or anything but had simply grown up understanding that her first sexual encounter was meant to be one of deep and romantic meaning. As such, she struggled to take to the flippant sexual nature of Hogwarts and found herself unable to engage in such open sexual revelry. She still maintained that mentality, waiting for a meaningful moment to lose something she held dear. Even if that continued persistence was at the detriment of her own sanity. The summer had been excruciatingly long. Whilst her aunt was no stranger to relieving Susan where necessary, Amelia Bones had found herself spending more and more time at work, meaning that Susan went longer and longer without relief. Such an occasion happened in the run up to Hogwarts resuming, meaning that by the time Susan had arrived at Hogwarts, she was going almost a week without necessary relief. Having to listen to Justin and Hannah fucking in the next carriage on the train was the added hell she didn't need. Hannah was decidedly more… open when it came to sex. Much to Susan's frustration. She didn't mind that Hannah had regular sex, but Susan just wished she wasn't in the vicinity for a lot of it. Being friends with both Hannah and Justin, she had to listen to the two fucking more often than she would like and had to turn down both of their offers to include her even more often. Needless to say, if there ever was a sexually frustrated student at Hogwarts, it was Susan Bones. As such, when Hermione simply wrapped her tender hand around the base of Susan's cock, she elicited a deep and hearty groan from Susan. The kind of groan that only came as a result of truly intense sexual pleasure. The kind that Hermione and Ron rarely experienced without countless cocks and a lot of stretching, "Oh merciful Merlin…"

What followed would undoubtedly be the most exquisite experience in Susan's entire life. She had lived with dry meagre handjobs up until now but was now on the verge of experience the combined sexual experience of Hermione and Ron. Leaning forwards Hermione wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip of Susan's cock, curling her tongue to catch that drop of pre-cum that had threatened to fall moments before. A squirt of pre-cum splashed across her tongue as she did so, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Hermione as she gently pumped her fist back and forth along the very base of Susan's cock, all the while working her lips slowly forwards. Swallowing a couple inches without effort, Hermione stretched her lips a little, putting them to work in order to make the thicker parts of Susan's cock a lot easier. Drizzling a mouthful of saliva down Susan's cock, Hermione used both her hands to jerk the shaft of, smearing spittle across the entire length, lubing her up to a glossy shimmer. Whilst it wasn't necessary, a little spit made the movement of her lips along her cock that little bit smoother, allowing her to nestle the tip of Susan's cock up against the back of her throat. Humming softly, Hermione swallowed, taking the cock into the depths of her throat, only gagging and spluttering a few times. That bulging feeling of a cock ploughing into her gullet was a delight for Hermione and a visual treat for Ron. Watching a cock disappear down his girlfriend's throat first hand was sumptuous, especially as her neck bulged to accommodate the width length. Soon enough, Hermione had her lips nestled against the base of Susan's cock, her chin gently brushing up against those churning balls of hers.

Susan had to force herself to breath out a pent-up moan as the pleasure of Hermione's throat engulfing the entirety of her cock in a single plunge caused the moan to catch in her throat, stifling her breathing as she tried to process the immense satisfaction of her first ever deepthroat. She kept expecting Hermione's lips to stop and for the girl to get to her limit, yet they continued to glide downwards, pushing steadily onwards until they finally met her base. Susan expected people at the gloryhole to be like her. Nervous and inexperienced, yet here was a complete stranger deepthroating on her entire length without hesitation. Susan was impressed, yet that delight quickly turned self-conscious. As Susan so often did, she turned it against herself, her thoughts twisting an enjoyable experience into one where she was at fault. In Susan's mind, she couldn't help but wonder if the reason why Hermione was so easily able to deepthroat her cock was because her cock was simply not large enough. Was she too small? It was a ludicrous thought to have, but one that Susan wrestled with until Hermione began to bob her lips back and forth, happily sucking and slurping on the thick veiny length, impaling her gullet with enthusiastic fury, her lips gliding and suckling on every juicy inch that she could. She enjoyed the gloryhole immensely, especially when it produced cocks like this. Ron continued to watch, his hands beginning to roam across Hermione's body, fondling and squeezing her figure as she guzzled down a delectable cock. He felt a little jealous yet having the ability to snake his hands beneath Hermione's uniform and squeeze her perky little tits did help to lessen his jealousy towards the cock in front of him.

Plucking her lips form Susan's cock, Hermione jerked the shaft off, turning to Ron and pulling him into a moaning kiss. The smacking of their lips was audible to Susan, and she found it intensely arousing that there were two people in there working her cock. The taste of Susan's cock on Hermione's tongue ignited a pleasurable lust in Ron, a lust that was satiated when Hermione pulled her lips away and encouraged Ron to take her place sucking Susan off. In tandem, the two of them dropped down onto their knees, the stool disappearing as it became useless to them. With both of them on their knees, they squeezed together side by side, allowing Ron to clasp his lips around Susan's cock, his tongue swirling and swilling across her tip, collecting what pre-cum he could before, working his mouth downwards. Hermione moaned hungrily, watching her boyfriend gorge himself on the stranger's cock. Her hands began to roam his body, caressing his chest underneath his uniform, a ravenous, primal lust kindling itself in her. She was so fucking horny. Biting her lip, she threaded a hand through Ron's hair, guiding his lips further down on Susan's cock, encouraging those last couple inches to slip into his clutching throat. Seeing the entire cock plunged down his gullet elicited a deep grunt of pleasure from Hermione, especially as she firmly held him there, trapping him in place and forcing him to deepthroat the cock for longer. A gag rattled along his throat as he mistimed a breath, causing him to choke a little, yet his cock spasmed and throbbed, nonetheless. Being forced to choke on a cock because of Hermione's hand was arousing to say the least. Finally, as his cheeks began to run a little red, Hermione let go, allowing him to pull back, saliva strands connecting his lips to Susan's cock. Immediately, he pulled them away, gasping for breath with a great grin on his face. The two shared a look. A knowing look. They found it. They found that perverse spark they needed.

In tandem and without another word, they both lunged forwards, their lips running along either side of Susan's cock. Sandwiching her meaty length between their lips, they curled their tongues around the bottom and top of Susan's shaft, the tips of their tongues often dancing and lapping together in unison, teasing and titillating her throbbing length as they worked back and forth. Susan's mind reeled at the sudden surge of pleasure. Two tongues and two pairs of lips… Working in heated and passionate tandem, brushing and lavishing her cock in ways she didn't think were possible. Susan expected she would cum immediately, but given how pleasure-starved she was, her cock required more satisfaction to orgasm. It was somewhat paradoxical, yet Susan was happy for it as she could relish the singing bliss of the two mouths working together, salivating and suckling on her cock with furious hunger. Their lips suddenly found her balls, each of them taking one and bathing it in saliva and spittle, their tongue twisting pleasurably around the small beads. Popping each one out of their mouths, Hermione and Ron swapped them over, twisting Susan's balls lightly in order to swallow the second ball. Pulling away, they quickly worked their way back up Susan's cock, finding their way back to the bulging, throbbing tip. More pre-cum had seeped from the tip, pre-cum which Hermione readily lapped up, forcing Ron to take a back-seat as she wrapped her lips around Susan's cock and began to suck on the entire length once again.

A little disappointed, Ron took the opportunity to start unbuttoning his clothing, furiously wrestling with his own clothes. Tugging his jumper off, he plucked each button of his shirt loose before tossing it aside. Untangling his belt, he practically ripped his trousers off, freeing his cock in the process. As he got back on his knees, he dropped his hand to jerk himself off, yet was almost immediately intercepted by Hermione who latched onto his length and stroked him passionately. After a few more moments, she pulled her lips away from Susan's cock and encouraged Ron to take over, using the time to strip herself naked. She did the same, pulling her jumper off before tangoing with her shirt. Unlike Ron, she just popped a few buttons loose before tugging the entire garment over her head. A single finger was all it took to unclasp her bra, allowing her to add it to the pile. Dropping her skirt and panties, she exposed her cock in similar fashion to Ron, before turning her eyes back to her boyfriend guzzling on a complete stranger's cock. Her hand threaded through his hair once more, guiding his lips, or rather, taking control of them. Ron relinquished his throat to her demands, impaling his gullet whenever Hermione jammed his throat downwards, even if it resulted in a flurry of uncontrolled gags and splutters. One gag sent a strand of saliva erupting from his lip and streaking down Susan's cock, eliciting a pretty erotic response from Hermione as she ran her hand along the length of Susan's cock, collecting the spittle before using it to jerk herself off, lubricating her cock quickly as she pumped her hand back and forth. Getting carried away with themselves, the two of them pulled away from Susan once more for a kiss, yet Hermione had something different in mind when they turned back to Susan.

Instead of bringing their lips down, Hermione encouraged Ron to get up onto his feet, turning him around and lining his ass up with the stranger's cock. Pushing himself against the wall, Ron readied himself for the feeling of a cock slipping into his ass. Hermione pried his ass cheeks apart and spat a mouthful of saliva down onto his clutching, puckered entrance before guiding the head of Susan's cock into place. Susan was in a world of pleasure. She wasn't entirely sure what the two were doing on the other side of the wall, but the combination of lips, fingers and moans were pushing her towards a rather exquisite orgasm. However, as she felt her cock-head press up against something fleshy, she felt the tip of her cock wriggling back and forth until it was thrust firmly against a wrinkled surface. A little added pressure revealed that it was a hole. An asshole. Immediately upon realising what was happening, Susan leapt backwards, her cock sliding effortlessly out of Hermione's fingers due to the copious amounts of saliva. She almost lost her virginity, Susan thought. Panicked, she hastily grabbed her panties and pulled them on, cramming her cock uncomfortably into the fabric, the saliva seeping into the garment. Not bothering with her skirt, she fumbled with the door of the gloryhole, her fingers slipping as a result of the saliva that came as a result of stowing her cock away, "Sorry! I'm really sorry! I… I need to go. Sorry!"

"Hey! It's alright… We don't have to…" Hermione called out, hearing the door to the cubicle fling open and the hurried steps of a frantic girl race past. Pushing open the door to their own cubicle, Hermione felt obliged to give chase due to how on the edge the girl was. That sort of erection needed tending to as soon as possible. Yet as she peered out of the door, she only caught the sight of the skirt-less girl racing down the corridor and out of sight, with Hermione breathing softly to herself, finishing her sentence out of habit if nothing else, "Do that… "

"Botched that. What did we do?" Ron asked, slumping back onto his knees as Hermione pulled the door closed and returned them to the quiet privacy of the cubicle. Adjusting herself, she leant against the wall, her hand falling naturally to her cock, lightly jerking herself off as she relaxed.

"We got caught up in the moment. Forgot that sex isn't always a natural given. Some people are just like that," Hermione remarked, feeling a little guilty not giving the mysterious stranger the chance to cum. It didn't feel right knowing that she had run off to bed without so much as even a tentative orgasm.

"Right. It's weird thinking like that. We've been doing this for so long its kind of just… natural," Ron commented, following Hermione's lead and steadily jerking himself off as the two waited for the cubicles either side of them to be filled up.

"Yeah. Blowjob then sex. They go hand in hand. Ironic given that neither act involves hands," Hermione smirked, increasing the tempo of her palm, moaning gently as her fingers glided across her slickened shaft, drawing beads of slippery pre-cum from her pulsating tip.

"So, do we just wait or…" Ron asked, wondering if the two of them should get a little more intimate or just wait until someone appeared at the gloryhole. Being in such close confines completely naked gave the impression that the two of them had ought to do something with one another, yet, Hermione was quick to point out the flaw in that perspective. Sure, they were naked, but when it came to their perverse exploration of the gloryhole, they weren't there to fuck and suck one another. Doing so would probably just undermine the intention of the gloryhole.

"I mean if we just had sex right now, it would kind of defeat the point of the gloryhole," Hermione remarked, finding it hard to deny herself the satisfaction of fucking Ron. She was keen to have her cock lodged inside of someone, so the prospect of having sex there and then did give her cock a distinct shiver.

"Good point. I'll nip through to the other side and we can do it through the wall?" Ron joked, playfully reaching for the handle of the door, only to have Hermione slap it away, a smirk curling across her lips as she stared him down, her cock throbbing hungrily in her hand.

"Har-har. It's the first night at Hogwarts. We won't be waiting long," Hermione said, knowing full well that there would be a handful of people making use of the early hours of the evening to come and get their much-needed relief. It didn't take long for her to be proven right as the hole on the left-hand side of their cubicle suddenly became occupied. Someone silently stepped inside of the cubicle to the left, stripped completely naked and threaded their lean but lengthy cock through the hole, taking both Ron and Hermione by surprise. With a smile on her face, Hermione rose to her knees and purred softly, "Bingo…"

"No pre-chat… Shame…" Ron murmured, just quietly enough that the person on the other side couldn't hear, but audibly enough that Hermione could. He reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of the stranger's cock, feeling the lengthy shaft twitch and spasm beneath the slightest little squeeze.

"Were you expecting an interview? Maybe a life-story?" Hermione teased, kneeling beside Ron as he began to jerk the stranger of, watching eagerly as the shaft throbbed endlessly in his grasp. Pre-cum began to bead and roll along the tip, becoming smeared against the shaft, lubricating it to a glossy shimmer. It was quite the appetising sight. Whilst Susan's cock was thick and meaty, this one was a little thinner and more petite. It was still amply sized, but it didn't present as momentous a task to swallow.

"We don't know if it's a guy or a girl?" Ron breathed, watching as Hermione let out a soft giggle. Whilst Hermione could respect Ron not wanting to suck a guy's cock, she knew all too well that Ron wasn't as abhorred by the idea as he let on. It was an internal debate between her desire and his pride; a debate he was having for a very long time and a debate that he had decided in favour of his desire several times.

"Wrestling with your sexuality, again? Methinks that Harry would be able to put that to rest," Hermione teased playfully, watching as Ron blushed softly. Whilst Hermione was oblivious to Ron and Harry's brief moment aboard the Hogwarts' express, her comment made it seem like Ron had been made. Bowing his head, he remembered the conversation he had with Harry as they arrived at the station, the two of them coming to terms with what they had done. With that in mind, he turned to the mysterious cock and unthinkingly took it into his mouth, swallowing the veiny length right down to the base, his nose prodding into the neatly trimmed and shaven tuft of silvery hair, the cock's balls smacking against his chin. Unbeknownst to him, the cock didn't belong to a man, but rather a woman, who kept her moans as muffled as possible to keep her identity a secret. After all, Hogwarts professors were encouraged not to use the gloryhole, but after a summer of abstinence, Madam Hooch simply couldn't resist. Her flared eyes rolled closed as she succumbed to the pleasure of a rather enjoyable blowjob, all the while imagining the perverse people on the other side of the wall. She could hear their voices and couldn't help but shiver as Hermione rested a hand on Ron's head and kinkily encouraged him, "Atta boy… Suck that cock like a good boy…"

Rolling his lips down to her base, Ron began to rock his head slowly back and forth, making sure to intimately drag his lips along each inch, leaving the cock in front of him neatly glistening. His eyes rolled closed as he dropped a hand down to his cock and casually stroked himself, moaning happily as the cock slipped effortlessly into his mouth. It was a pleasant change of pace to not have his throat bulging to accommodate the thickness of a gargantuan cock. Instead, he was able to lap his tongue around her throbbing length, lathering and layering saliva across the entire shaft, only to have his lips run tightly over the smears and neaten them up to a thin shimmer. The resulting blowjob meant tha this mouth and throat were thick with saliva, making for an exceptionally warm and slick blowjob. Yet as soon as Madam Hooch's cock slipped out of his mouth, her shaft was only shining in the most subtle of ways. Being able to control his spittle was a oral luxury that he didn't often get when sucking Hermione's cock. With her length and thickness, he wasn't able to keep saliva in his mouth without it being forced out of his lips with each plunge of Hermione's cock. As such, he took advantage of it, swilling his tongue back and forth and dancing it nimbly against the bulbous tip of Madam Hooch's cock. It didn't take long for Ron to know that it was a woman on the other side of the wall. As much as Madam Hooch tried to remain silent, the pleasure of her pent-up orgasm slowly building in her balls was enough to elicit a few soft groans. Whilst Ron didn't really care whether it was a guy or girl, he was a little taken aback by the deeper tone of voice coming from the moans. The mysterious cock was very much an older woman, yet Ron wasn't able to discern exactly who. Continuing to rhythmically bob his head back and forth, he felt Hermione's hand unthread itself from his hair, her attention drawn elsewhere.

"And here's mine…" Hermione moaned softly, getting into the mood and talking in an uncharacteristically sultry manner, just in time for a cock to slide through the opposite side of the wall. Being confined in the gloryhole gave her a measure of confidence that allowed her to play a more perverse role. It was somewhat cathartic to put on a sexy voice and purr like a little slut, knowing full well that the privacy of the cubicle kept her identity a secret and allowed her to indulge. And she knew that she could trust Ron to not blab about her acting like a little bit of a slut. Besides, he was busy at the moment. And even if he wasn't, he would have undoubtedly taken to her new demeanour with enthusiasm. Turning away from Ron, she knelt back-to-back with him, each of them taking care of a cock. Wrapping her hands around the chunky base of the stranger's cock. The stranger had a decidedly thick cock yet didn't have a remarkably long length. She had a similar sort of girth to Hermione, yet only had about six or seven inches in length. It made for quite the juicy sight and no doubt a rather pleasant fucking experience. Some people preferred the feeling of being stretched than that of being filled. No doubt this stranger provided just that. Hermione wasn't like that however. When she allowed herself to get fucked, she liked both. That fullness and stretched feeling… That was what made it worthwhile. Leaning forwards, Hermione kept up her sensual, slutty mannerisms, purring softly to the stranger on the other side of the wall, hoping to try and piece together what perverse visitor had decided stick their cock into her vicinity, "Hey baby…"

"Wugh?" Ron gagged, glancing over his shoulder in response to Hermione's words. He wasn't aware that someone else had arrived. He didn't even bother plucking his lips away from the cock in front of him, and simply craned his head as best as he could, only just being able to see Hermione cradling the girthy length in front of her, her other hand cupping the stranger's extraordinarily heavy balls.

"Not you. Speaking to…" Hermione smirked, watching happily as Ron turned his attention fully back to the cock in front of him, slurping eagerly away with renewed enthusiasm, losing himself in the perverse delight of sucking cock back-to-back with his girlfriend. Smirking, Hermione turned back and cleared her head, "Where were we?"

"Hey. Couldn't sleep so I figured I'd…" a girl on the other-side spoke, immediately taking Hermione by surprise. She expected to have to work to figure out whose cock she was sucking, yet it was immediately discernible. The stranger may as well have been right in front of her. The nasally, shrill voice in the adjoining cubicle belonged to none other than Marietta Edgecombe, a rather unassuming, if recognisable girl. Most people only knew her by her voice. Distinctive to say the least. You could hear her a mile away, snorting and giggling. Hermione didn't like to speak bad about people, but she could have sworn that Marietta spoke entirely through her nose. Regardless, Hermione stifled her giggles as she looked at the chunky cock in front of her and admired it. Shame that it came with an unpleasant backing track. Hermione could only hope that Marietta's moans were more appeasing. If that was the case, she could see how sucking her cock would be a useful means of ridding herself of that droning voice. Yet as she stretched her lips nice and wide and enveloped the bulging, engorged head of Marietta's cock, she was given the rather expected revelation that her moans were much the same, "Oh, yeah…"

Hermione lips gaped around the thickness of Marietta's cock, with the Gryffindor wrestling with her substantial girth. With a little adjustment, she found a comfortable angle and began to work her lips downwards, her tongue being squashed firmly against the base of her mouth, saliva starting to pool behind her lips. Hermione's oral skills allowed her to swallow the entirety of Marietta's cock with relative ease, yet she simply couldn't swallow any of the saliva in her mouth, causing it to get worked liberally across the veiny length. As Marietta's cock dripped in saliva, Hermione latched a hand onto her shaft and began to jerk her back and forth, making good use of the residual spittle, smearing it back and forth with her soft hands. But as the saliva began to build, it slowly began to trickle along Hermione's chin, streaks of the substance being forced out by the fattened width of Marietta's cock. Soon enough, splashes of saliva were dotted across Hermione's breasts, a bead of saliva dripping down from her chin almost constantly. She wasn't a massive fan of the experience as Hermione preferred to suck cocks how Ron currently was. Neat and clean, with minimal saliva escaping her mouth. But in the spirit of the anonymity of the gloryhole, she found herself enthusiastically enjoying the filthier nature of her sloppy blowjob. Bobbing her lips back and forth, Hermione continued to massage Marietta's cock whenever it wasn't in her throat, using her other hand to tenderly squeeze the juicy pair of balls that hung proudly beneath the girl's cock. Moans continued to seep from the other side of the wall, each one a shriller gasp or squeak than the last. Still, Hermione performed dutifully, gorging herself happily on the uniquely shaped cock, readily enjoying the experience of sucking on a cock that was substantially different than her usual oral toy. Her own cock throbbed and twitched between her thighs, her length even beginning to gleam with stray strands of her own saliva that dripped down from her now glossy tits.

On the other side of the cubicle, Ron drew his lips back to the end of Madam Hooch's cock, his own shaft throbbing desperately between his thighs. He needed to have something more pleasurable than his hand, yet his experience with Susan was quick to jump to his mind. Clearing his throat, he looked up at the white wall in front of him as if he was looking into the stranger's eyes and asked tentatively, "Hey… Would you like to erm… to fuck me?"

"Sure," was the only response he got, giving him the go ahead to take things to the next level, even if it felt a little awkward to impale himself on a cock after such a lukewarm response. There was hardly that primal, sexual urge that had completely consumed him and Hermione when it came to Susan. This was just… well… it felt professional. Lacking in intimacy. Not that Ron cared. He needed something more than his hand and a cock in his ass seemed like the easiest way to satiate that desire.

"Okay… well… here we go," Ron murmured, more to himself as he rose to his feet and turned around. It took him a little positioning given how awkward it was to fuck someone through a wall, yet with a little careful stretching he was able to reach down between his thighs and grasp Madam Hooch's cock, angling it up towards his asshole. He had an excellent view of Hermione gagging on Marietta's cock, with Ron practically look down as it happened, his view allowing him to follow every shift of Hermione's lips. Pressing his ass up against the wall of the cubicle, he reached through the hole to hold Madam Hooch's cock steady and was able to get a feel of her firm, muscular thighs. They were exceptionally toned. The kind of toned that came from rigorous exercise. There weren't many older women had Hogwarts that fit that bill. In Ron's mind, he thought it was Madam Hooch, yet he was powerless to confirm it, instead just imagining the silver-haired Quidditch instructor hugged up against the wall of the cubicle, her throbbing cock-head clasped in his hand. Moaning softly as he pressed her cock-head up against the puckered clutch of his asshole, Ron effortlessly eased the tapered tip inside. Sliding her hips forwards, Madam Hooch pressed her crotch up against the hole once more, all the while burying herself balls deep in the tight, clutching arse of Ron Weasley. Moaning happily as she did so, she pinned her athletic body up against the wall, hugging it tightly as Ron took control. Bracing himself against the opposite wall, Ron began to shift himself back and forwards, rocking his entire body as pleasure thrummed through his cock.

It wasn't anywhere as large as he was used to. The comparatively smaller size of Madam Hooch's cock when placed next to Hermione's made that first plunge into his ass a lot swift and a lot less impactful. Yet, the curve of her cock was pleasurable enough, especially as it pushed past and against his prostate. Slowly, he pushed his body firmly backwards onto the length, letting his ass cheeks spill against the wall behind him, a gentle creak filling the cubicle as he pressed against the walls. Groaning softly, he built a firm, swift rhythm, impaling himself readily as his cock dripped pre-cum down beneath him, his shaft spasming as his prostate was played with. Humming softly as he fucked himself on the teacher's cock, Ron began to build a quicker speed, using Madam Hooch's thinner length as a means to speed himself along, slamming and driving himself back with more intense hunger. The smacking sounds of his body striking the wall were enough to encourage Hermione to look behind herself, the girl moaning as she saw her boyfriend impaled on the stranger's cock, her own lips tightening around the shaft in her mouth. It was intensely satisfying to see that both of them were just as into this as each other, relishing the perversity of the situation and throwing themselves completely into the deep end. Focusing on the cock in front of her, Hermione remained encouraged by the fact that Ron was getting rammed into right behind her, his intense moans sounding from just above her. It was so scintillating to think. Bobbing her lips down in tandem with Ron's grunts of pleasure, Hermione found herself lusting for a little more than just the pleasure of sucking on a cock. Fortunately for her, Marietta had a similar desire, prompting the girl to withdraw her cock from the hole.

"I don't think we finished quite yet. At least as far as I could tell," Hermione smirked, peering through the hole to see Marietta's slightly chubbier body. She wasn't fat, but just had a little bit of a belly and some rounder things. Actually, she looked quite attractive with the additional juiciness to her frame. The perfect kind of plumpness, a fact accentuated as Marietta turned around, unwittingly flaunting her curvaceous and juicy arse to her hidden onlooker. Spitting into her hand, Marietta spread her ass cheeks apart and began to lubricate her asshole, all the while revealing her intentions.

"No. Well… I was hoping you could stick your cock through. I've been eager to have someone fuck me, but my friend has suddenly taken an interest in bottoming," Marietta revealed with a slight grudge in her voice. She adored Cho and was best friends with her, but over the summer she had suddenly changed from being the commanding top that she used to be, to being a meek and pliable bottom. She expected that Cedric's death would have affected her and whilst she understood she was sad, the whole bottoming switch-up was completely out of left field. Especially as Cho would rarely orgasm when she was being the bottom. Marietta wasn't even sure that Cho actually enjoyed being the bottom, and yet she insisted on doing it and having Marietta act a little rougher. If only she understood why. However, it simply left Marietta with an intense desire to have a cock in her ass. She was so used to Cho butt-fucking her to oblivion that she simply couldn't go another day without that satisfying feeling of fullness. She was just hoping and praying that the stranger who had spent the past fifteen minutes sucking her cock had a substantial enough shaft of her own to scratch that itch. Marietta wouldn't be disappointed. With a grin on her face, Hermione rose to her feet and fed her throbbing cock through the hole, letting out a groan of satisfaction as her breasts spilled out across the cool walls of the cubicle.

"More than happy to oblige," Hermione groaned as her cock flopped through, Marietta letting out a deep nasally growl of approval. Marietta didn't need to spit much saliva down onto Hermione's cock as her shaft was practically completely covered by the drips of Hermione's own spittle. Massaging it in, Marietta propped one of her feet up on the stool in her cubicle and pushed her ass back against the wall, moaning happily as she felt Hermione's bulging tip teasing against the concave of her arse. Without a moment of hesitation, Marietta eased the tip inside of herself, moaning as her ass stretched to accommodate the thick, girthy length. Both Hermione and Marietta moaned loudly as the latter pushed their ass firmly back against the wall, a light rattle filling the air as she squashy arse thrust firmly against the tiles. Groaning happily, Marietta pinned her hands to the wall, steadying herself as she began to push and pull herself, readily slamming her fattened ass back against the wall, moaning hungrily as her prostate was ground into complete dust. The sheer thickness of Hermione's cock was nothing short satisfying, especially combined with that long length that plumbed deep into her, filling and stretching her in ways that she had missed dearly. Groaning and gasping as she reeled with pleasure, Marietta completely lost herself in the ravaging impact of impaling her arse on such a nice cock, her eyes rolling closed. In her mind, the world only existed within that small cubicle of hers. She continuously rammed herself back and forth consuming her mind and body in the only thing that matter. Pure ecstasy-fuelled pleasure. Orgasmic, throbbing bliss. Her moans mirrored such a pursuit and even Hermione had to admit that the nasally drone had a certain appeal to it.

Ron was perfectly poised to unite their separate perverse twosomes into a deliciously erotic foursome. As Hermione had risen to her feet and fed her cock through to the other side of the wall, he was provided with the delightful view of his girlfriend's rounded ass. Taking his opportunity, he sunk his hands into her fleshy cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her tight little hole. Leaning forwards, he drove his tongue right into her ass, causing Hermione to gasp and let out a deep groan of pleasure as Ron dove his tongue deeper and deeper into Hermione's spasming hole. The pleasure was sublime. She wasn't really one to enjoy the satisfaction of having a tongue in her ass, but when combined with fucking someone in the arse as well, she found herself completely losing her mind over the endless reels of substantial pleasure. Moans filled all three cubicles as the four perverse sexual deviants unwittingly shared in the pleasure of a kinky train. Both Madam Hooch and Marietta were blissfully unaware that they were sexually connected in some perverse manner, and they would continue on in their lives completely oblivious to their presence in a foursome of salacious delight. Ron and Hermione knew the truth. They knew that they were the connecting pieces in an unlikely sexual situation and the two of them lived for it, moaning in equal parts pleasure and eroticism. Ron and Marietta pushed their asses firmly back onto their respective cocks, grunting as their arseholes were stretched to accommodate two rather delightful lengths. Needless to say, pleasure was mounting, and orgasms were steadily building in Marietta and Madam Hooch, whilst Hermione and Ron found themselves refraining on submitting so early on into their night of excitement.

Before long, Marietta's ass tightened and spasmed through that heavenly bliss of an orgasm, with the girl gasping suddenly as several thick strands of cum erupted from her cock, surging across the small confines of her cubicle and splashing up against the wall. She eased herself back onto Hermione's cock one last time before sliding forwards and to the floor, positioning herself clumsily atop the small stool as she felt her cock deflate and her breathing grow ragged. Similarly, Madam Hooch let out a deep groan of pleasure as came into Ron, her cock shuddering wildly as a pent-up orgasm emptied itself into Ron's ass. Driving himself backwards onto her cock one last time, he groaned, his hand grasping onto his own cock and beginning to jerk himself faster, savouring the pleasure but making sure to not tip himself over the edge. A few more moments passed before Madam Hooch pulled her cock backwards, using magic to clean herself up before hastily reaching for her clothes. Ron didn't even have time to drop to the ground and peer through the hole in order to confirm his suspicions as to her identity before Madam Hooch had stepped out of the cubicle and raced out of the gloryhole, keen to not get caught in such a place. Sighing, Ron turned to Hermione, watching as she plucked her cock out of the hole and dropped down to peer through, her eyes ogling the figure on the other side before she moaned sultrily.

"Sleep well," Hermione smirked, pulling back just in time to avoid getting caught by Marietta as the girl rose to her feet and turned to the wall, surprised at Hermione's words. Normally whenever she visited the gloryhole, there was a heavy focus on mutuality. Pleasure was never one sided when it came to the gloryholes, yet the stranger who just fucked her was happily ushering her on her way.

"You don't want me to return the favour?" Marietta inquired, grabbing her clothing and beginning to lazily dress herself, still open the prospect of dropping to her knees and quickly sucking the stranger off. Even though she presumed her identity a secret, she didn't want to be perceived as a selfish lover. Not in the slightest.

"No. We're gonna be here a while longer," Hermione smirked, glancing over her shoulder at Ron as he continued to happily jerk himself off. With a giggle, Hermione chirped sarcastically, unwittingly giving Marietta an idea, "Tell your friends!"

"We? Oh… Right… I will! I'll let them know," the girl stammered, before stepping out of the cubicle and making her way along the corridor. Realising that her sarcasm had been taken deadly seriously, Hermione once again found herself pushing the door of the cubicle open in order to call after someone.

"I was joking!" she shouted, being able to catch Marietta before the heavy tapestry that hid the secret gloryhole fell back into place and muffled her yell. Sinking back, she wondered if Marietta would tell anyone. She wasn't massively popular, but was still friendly with enough people that if she told her circle that there were people waiting in the gloryhole to service them, then Hermione and Ron would find themselves busy, "That might be…"

"Enjoy yourself?" Ron smiled as Hermione closed the door to the cubicle and sunk down against the wall, hoping that Marietta would just go straight to bed without spreading the word, yet she wasn't entirely convinced that that would be the case.

"Very much so. I think… that was Marietta Edgecombe," Hermione replied, grabbing her cock and gently jerking herself off, finding this kind of casual naked conversation and masturbating to be quite an enjoyable experience.

"How can you tell? Don't tell me you've sucked so many cocks you can recognise people by it?" Ron joked, watching Hermione's eyes briefly flare with a slight anger before she laughed it off. She could hardly argue against the sentiment as she had been quite prolific as a sexual deviant, but it didn't make it any easier a joke to take.

"I resent that insinuation. I'm not some kind of cock-sucking whore," Hermione chuckled, blushing deeply as Ron's smile widened. Quickly changing tact, she clarified, adding, "No, she's got that weird… way of talking. Kind of shrill, kind of…"

"Nasally?" Ron commented, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Marietta's tone of voice was exceptionally recognisable. Everyone knew what it was like and whilst no one liked to comment on it, it was exceedingly annoying.

"Nasally! That's the word," Hermione exclaimed, before the two burst into laughter over their comments. It was humorous that they had both come to the same conclusion about Marietta's voice, further hammering home just how punchy it was, "What about you? Any guess on the mysterious cock?"

"I think… I think it was Madam Hooch?" Ron said watching Hermione's eyes widen with intrigue. The teachers of Hogwarts using the gloryhole wasn't a secret to her, yet it didn't stop it from being any more interesting. After all, It was exceptionally taboo.

"No way… Why do you think that?" Hermione asked, curious as to what led Ron to that particular conclusion, especially given how unremarkable the mystery cock had been. It wasn't like her pubic hair had been shaven into the shape of a broomstick, as tacky as that would have been.

"Well… Tell you what, shall we head around to the nooks? Marietta is a bit of a gossip and well… you did encourage her. We might well be swarmed with people if we stay right here. And I'll tell you why I think it was Madam Hooch," Ron suggested, feeling the emptiness of having just been fucked by someone. He needed a cock inside him once again and the nooks made that exceptionally easy.

"Sounds like a plan," Hermione agreed, excited to try something new and kinky with her boyfriend. The two of them rose to their feet, awkwardly fumbling around in the small confines of the cubicle, with Ron reaching for his clothes to get changed. Seeing that, Hermione interrupted, "Don't bother with your clothes."

"It might be a short distance, but I don't fancy my chances walking naked through there," Ron smirked, grabbing his boxers only for Hermione to reach into her pile of clothing and procure two strange masks. As she handed one to him, he asked curiously, "What's this?"

"Hides your identity. See. I could be anyone now," Hermione explained, putting on hers and demonstrating how her hair changed to a curly black, her voice slightly shifting to hide her usual tones. It was a handy enchantment Ron thought, yet he quickly noticed a flaw with it.

"Huh… I suppose you could be. Only the carpet doesn't match the drapes?" he pointed out, gesturing towards her strip of pubic hair and its pointedly different hue. The effect was more apparent when he put his mask on, with his newfound dark brown hair standing in stark contrast to the fiery red pubic hair atop his cock.

"What? Oh, right. Well if we're quick, anyone who sees us won't be able to cross-reference our pubic hair and discern our secret identities," Hermione laughed, pushing open the door and striding confidently out, enjoying the thrilling rush that came with exposing herself in such a public setting. Ron quickly joined her, the two of them walking hand in hand through the open room, excited to take their sexual exploration to a new level.

Author's Note: This is the first part of the gloryhole chapter, but given how it has become significantly larger, I decided it would be best to get the updates and edits for this story done. So expect a follow-up chapter to be uploaded in the new year between this chapter and the next one.

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