3 Months later
"Oi, muddy."
Hermione was walking to her next class when she ran into Malfoy. This wasn't a surprise by any means - a regular occurrence at this point. She wore her new uniform, consisting of her magically altered micro-skirt that didn't even feign covering her round ass, and cotton button up that was 2 sizes too small so that her breasts strained the material and buttons, and her cleavage on full display - bra or panties naturally. What would be the point?
"Malfoy, must we do this EVERY time?" Hermione asked in a slightly annoyed, but flat tone. She knew the answer, but she still didn't appreciate Malfoy interrupting her on her way to class as he always seemed to do.
One can only be in despair for so long, especially for things outside of their control. It's the idea that one can change things that creates the anxiety, the anguish in them when reality shows them that they can't.
Apathy. That's all Hermione felt nowadays.
In a way, it was freeing. She knew what she was. She was the school's mudblood gutter whore, the abuse doll, the pin cushion. It took her a while to get there, but she reached a level of acceptance - it wasn't as if she kept track, but Hermione likely went through the full stages of grief before finding herself here.. She set herself down this path the moment she walked into the Headmaster's office and offered 'favors' for house points. There were no more tears, no more whining, no more fighting. There was just life. The precocious bookworm was broken down, and replaced with something…different. .Just the new normal.
Draco crowded her space, making her press her back to the wall. She looked up at him with slightly furrowed brows, waiting for what came next. Just as he did every other day, Malfoy reached up with one hand, and roughly fondled Hermione's right tit. Always the right one strangely, Hermione wondered why, but didn't really care enough to ask. She held her school books under her chest, which had the added effect of pushing her bust up even more, as if presenting to the groping hand.
In days past, Hermione would have despaired at being so openly groped and used, but now - it was at worst an inconvenience. It wasn't as if her reputation was getting any lower, so what was the point of working herself up. It was like a proverbial pixie buzzing by her head, just a minor annoyance.
Hermione winced a bit as Draco dug his fingers into her tit-flesh without much care for her comfort. She might not have cared much, but she still didn't LIKE when she had her tits smacked, or nipples tugged.
"Merlin Granger, think these things have gotten bigger." Draco said, bouncing her tit on his fingers.
"You think?" She asked, genuinely a bit curious. Her shirts had gotten a bit tight, even taking into account them all having been shrunk, Hermione typically was a generous 36C, but looking at how her breasts protruded now, she had to guess she was somewhere in the D range. She wondered if it had anything to do with the potion the Headmaster had made her drink a week prior. He didn't tell her what it did, but now it made sense why every time she entered his office after that, his eyes immediately went to her chest.
A flick of the nipple snapped Hermione from her thoughts. She frowned slightly at Draco, who just smirked in return.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Called a voice from a few feet away. Hermione stood on her toes to look over Draco, to see Pansy standing there, books in one hand, other her hip, waiting impatiently.
"Nothing much." Draco responded, giving Hermione's nipple a hard tug, before letting ito go to watch her tit jiggle. He repeated the action a few more times - Hermione just thought he was easily entertained.
"You can mess about with Granger's fat tits later, we're gonna be late to class." Pasny huffed. Hermione looked down at her chest again. She didn't think they were FAT.
"Alright I'm coming." Draco relented, removing his hand from her chest.
'Finally' Hermione thought, trying to move around Draco. He trapped her in with an arm on the wall, and looked at her expectantly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do we REALLY have to do this every time?" She asked, once again already knowing the answer. He just continued to look at her, not allowing her to move from the wall until she acquiesced. With a heavy sigh, Hermione did what was expected of her: she opened her mouth wide and tilted her head up, tongue sticking out and wiggling with a loud "Ahhh."
Draco, pursed his lips and worked them around a bit before taking aim, and spitting directly into Hermione's mouth, the glob landing on the back of Hermione's tongue. Hermione then closed her mouth and swallowed his saliva down. She opened her mouth again, showing him.
Draco seemed satisfied with that, moving his arm and backing up a few steps. He allowed Hermione to walk past him, so he could give her a swat to the ass, causing her ass cheeks to jiggle. Hermione once again rolled her eyes, rubbing her backside lightly to soothe the stinging before heading to her class.
Draco's treatment of her was exemplary of the change in how the students saw Hermione. It seemed that the novelty of abusing and trying to humiliate her lost some of its luster as Hermione stopped reacting. She responded to slaps, stinging hexes, gropes and lewd acts with the same blank, mildly annoyed expression on her face. In turn, it seemed her peers reached a new normal as well. The lewd acts against Hermione just became typical day to day occurrences, ones that didn't muster much attention from others. If some boy wanted a blowjob, or to grab her tits, most just go up to her and ask at this point. Granted, they were gonna do it regardless if she said no, but she never said no. She knew it would have the same outcome if she fought it, so why bother. In a way, this caused Hermione to almost go back to how she was treated before she became the school's mudblood gutterwhore. It wasn't as if she had a ton of friends to begin with, and people seemed to only interact with her when they wanted something - but instead of help with their homework, it was so she could gargle their balls.
Now naturally there were some boys - and girls for that matter - who still liked to forcibly yank her into a secluded place so they could have their way with her. It was expected as the school's whore, but she treated it just the same, an inconvenience at worst. Letting a nervous 3rd year grope her tits, and being dragged to the Quidditch pitch to get buttfucked into the dirt occupied the same place in her brain, and warranted the same response.
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Advanced History of Magic. A boring class really, even to Hermione. She had learned most of this stuff through her own independent research last year. Most students used the class to sleep, or catch up for work in another - it was almost like an unofficial free period. In fact, Hermione might have been the only one to take notes, even if she didn't really need to
Hermione sat in the back nowadays, not really by choice, but because it made what she got up to in the class a little more discrete, not by much, but the effort was all the same.
"Granger, move your hand faster."
"Oh, sorry."
These days Hermione sat by a Ravenclaw - she didn't know his name as he never bothered to formally introduce himself, but he had a large nose and a small mole right under his eye.
Hermione was currently jerking him off.
He sat leaning back in his chair, not bothering to pretend to be taking notes, thrusting his hips upward slightly as Hermione stroked him off. This little arrangement started by accident really. Another task from the Headmaster - give one of her fellow classmates a hand job. After being face-fucked and buggered by her classmates, a simple handjob was a walk in the park. There wasn't any particular reason she had chose this Ravenclaw boy either, he just happened to sit near enough to her in class where he was the most convenient choice. She imply went up to him and asked "Do you want me to wank you off?" He looked a bit surprised, but nodded feverishly, not being one to deny a pretty girl's hand on his dick. She reached into his trousers and jerked him off with one hand, while taking notes with the other. He didn't last long, only a couple of minutes.
Compared to what she's been through previously, it was honestly easy house points.
Their next History of Magic Class, he sat next to her again. Without a word, he grabbed her by her wrist, and put it on his cock. Hermione looked at him, finding the action a bit rude - not even a greeting, but undid his pants and got to work nonetheless. This became one of the many new routines Hermione found herself falling into, casually stroking the Ravenclaw's cock as the professor droned on.
"My wrist is getting tired." Hermione commented. It seemed with every class session the Ravenclaw's endurance became greater and greater. She had been jerking his dick for near 20 minutes now.
"Oh, that's fine. You can use your mouth then." The Ravenclaw said nonchalantly.
"That's not really what I me-" Hermione tried to say, but before she knew what was happening, the boy's hair had found the back of her head, and pulled her into his lap, spearing his cock into her mouth and throat with a loud gag on Hermione's part.
A few students looked back to see what the noise was, and were met to the sight of Hermione's head half obscured by the desk in the Ravenclaw's lap. There were a few whispers and snickers, but the sight of Hermione with a cock in her mouth wasn't exactly shocking at this point. The boy made a makeshift ponytail in Hermione's wild hair with his fist, and began to bob the Gryfindor's head up and down on his dick.
"GRUCK…GURRKC…GLACCK…HRUCK" Hermione's throat sounded wetly as she throated his length. Once again, she thought it was rude of him to just shove his fat prick into her throat, but she didn't try and pull back, simply resting her hands on his thighs, tits mushed against her body, as he bounced her head on his cock and forced it into her throat over and over. She was used to it - it still was VERY uncomfortable of course.
Despite a few odd looks and rude comments, the class continued as if nothing was happening as Hermione's tonsils were getting bruised; Professor Binns continued to drone on about the elf rebellion of 1717.
"-And the elves, having grievances of course with long hours and harsh masters-"
"GlurckGruckGlack…"
"-So one elf by the name of Bilby the Feisty stole various silverware to use as weapons."
"HruckkGllrckGruckGlarck"
"-In which they took the family pet hostage and-"
"GLRUCKGLARCKGLUCKGLUCKGRUCKGLUURCKGLRACKK!"
"And - oh heavens Miss Granger, do you mind?" The spectral professor admonished at the distracting noise of Hermione throat-fucking. The Ravenclaw stilled Hermione's head, pushing her down in her lap and holding himself in her throat. "If you must act in such a manner, must you be so loud about it? Other students are trying to learn."
They weren't, but still her wet gagging was rather loud,
'Why am I being reprimanded?" Hermione thought, mouth still full of dick. 'He's the one fucking my face.'
"Sorry Professor." The Ravenclaw spoke for her, as he was currently grinding his hips causing his cock to almost stir in her throat and she couldn't do much more than gargle and drool around him. "You know how she gets."
"Hm, Quite." Professor Binns seemed to agree. Hermione would've rolled her eyes if they hadn't rolled into her head from lack of air. "That however is no excuse for such ruckus.
"Apologies Professor." The boy said, seemingly earnestly. "She'll be quieter. Right?"
The Ravenclaw pulled Hermione's hair, dragging her off his length lifting her her just enough to see over the desk and see the disapproving face of the Professor. Spit connected her lips and his dick, and ran down her face to her shirt, making the already semi-transparent white material all the more see through. Hermione took the moment to gasp for air as the boy held her up by her hair.
"Sorry Professor" Hermione apologized, voice raw and hoarse, but otherwise not even noting she spent the last several minutes being fed cock. "We won't cause another disturbance."
"See that you don't." Binns harrumphed before going back into his lecture as if seeing the spit shined, red face of a student was nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, he was a ghost teaching magical history.
The Ravenclaw reached into his robes and took out his wand. He waved it and mumbled an incantation, which Hermione immediately recognized as a Muffliato Charm. It seemed the Ravenclaw had no intention of stopping or even calming down a bit, rather just making it so they couldn't be heard. Hermione sighed, but guess she couldn't complain, she didn't like being reprimanded by the Professors, so she saw it as a small victory, even as her mouth was guided back to the Ravenclaw's cock, and he harsh gags could only be heard by herself and the boy. He essentially skull fucked her for the rest of the glass period - Hermione thought he must have taken some kind of lasting potion to keep from cumming. He'd rotate from bobbing her head up and down his cock like a ball, to holding her head still while he thrust up into her mouth. Sometimes he just held her down, cock lodged in her throat until she was blue in the face and limp, before pulling her off for a few key seconds to return to consciousness before doing it all over again.
But his release was an inevitability, and eventually reached his peak, coming down her throat like many others did. She was glad he was well past her tongue so she didn't have to taste it - most of the boy's diets resulted in their cum being bitter and salty. The Ravenclaw eventually let go of his grip on Hermione, allowing her to pull herself off his cock at her own will, By this point her shirt was soaked completely through with her spit, and tits were clear on display like it was a window. The light make up she wore was smeared and smudged, and she had pubes in her teeth.
All in all not the worst she had ever looked.
"Wooo, that was great." The Ravenclaw sighed happily. He looked at the state of Hermione and had the grace to look a tad contrite "Sorry about your shirt."
"It's fine." Hermione croacke hoarsley, rubbing her throat. It really was fine, Most of her shirts had been stained, altered, or cut, so a little spit was nothing to be concerned about. She thought if he REALLY was sorry, he'd offer her a drying spell, but it didn't seem to come to mind for him, and she wasn't going to push. The class period ended soon after, and the boy stood to leave, but not before reaching over, and giving Hermione's tits a nice squeeze and fondle. Hermione rolled her eyes at his predictability.
"See you next class!" He said, giving her left tit a solid squeeze before leaving with the mass of students.
Hermione figured she ought to learn his name one day, but it wasn't that day.
The next few hours were uneventful - well as uneventful as one could be when you were basically the school cumdump.
It was a common occurrence for boys - and girls - to come up to her, and simply ask to see her tits. Hermione's tits seemed to be the part of her people appreciated the most - it certainly wasn't her mind anymore. Some would ask her nicely to see her breasts, others would demand she got her fat tits out. Regardless of politeness, her answer would generally be the same.
"Oh? Yeah, okay."
She'd unbutton her shirt and allow her classmates to oogle her creamy breasts. Some days she'd get lucky, and the Headmaster would request she flashed some students. If she was gonna do it anyway, it was nice to get house points for it every once in a while. Naturally most students would then proceed to grope her much like Malfoy would. She just sighed and let it happen, hoping they wouldn't take too much time so she wouldn't be late to where she was going. That day in particular, it seemed there was a never ending stream of boys of all houses and years asking to see her boobs, Hermione found it easier to just leave her shirt open nad let her breasts swing and bounce freely in the air as she went about her day, rather than opening and closing it over and over again. It was hardly the most undressed she had been. Two weeks back a group of Slytherins vanished all her clothes and made her walk around the whole day in the nude. It was a bother, especially given the draft running through the school - her pink nipples stood hard and erect all day, which naturally made them targets for flicks and hexes
She made it to the halfway point of the day without much the way of interesting happening - the typical gropes and spanks as she walked by. Luna had complimented on the unique way she was wearing her shirt, and followed suit, unbuttoning her top and taking off her bra. Luna then passed a group of Ravenclaw boys, who proceeded to turn around and follow her. Hermione wanted to tell her she was being a bit silly, but when Luna got something in her mind, it was hard to get it out. She hoped the Ravenclaws wouldn't be tough rough on her.
By now, Hermione had gotten back into the habit of eating hall, and was headed there. But like most things in her life, nothing was ever that simple for her anymore.
"Oi, Hermione!" She heard call behind her. She turned around at the familiar voice to see none other than Harry and Ron headed toward her from across the corridor. The two hadn't spoken to her in months, since the fateful day she wore the Headmaster's come on her face. They had all but cut her from their lives, watching, and even cheering on her descent and abuse by other students. She didn't exactly blame them - It was clear to say that they were no longer her friends, but she also didn't hate them. The marched up to her, not at all looking too happy, and crowding her space. She looked up at them with her now signature bored expression.
"Harry, Ronald." She greeted plainly, looking between the two.
"Your tits are out." Ron said, looking down at her open shirt.
"Thank you for stating the obvious Ronald." She responded, almost reminiscent of how she'd chide him when he said something dumb. He frowned a bit, but Harry then spoke up.
"What exactly is up with you?" Harry asked, folding his arms over his chest. Hermione gave him a genuinely confused look.
"What is up with me?" Hermione repeated, arching an eyebrow.
"You've been acting like a complete slag." Ron stated. Now Hermione thought that was the understatement of the decade, but let Ron finish. "You've been whoring it up with everyone!"
She simply shrugged her shoulders, and gave them an honest, but likely unsatisfying answer of "You wouldn't understand."
The two very much weren't satisfied by the answer. In fact, they seemed to get angered by it.
"Well, we tried this the nice way." Harry said, and Hermione was confused how exactly this was nice. "Grab her."
Hermione sighed, and knew what was coming. Ron stepped forward and reached out, grabbing her by her hair. He began to drag her, neck bending painfully, and stumbling over her feet. She thought maybe she should cut her hair, as it seemed people liked to drag her around by it. And she didn't know WHY they didn't simply ask her to come with them - it wasn't like she'd say no. Alas, her two former friends dragged her through the halls, until they got to their destination.
The Room of Requirement.
Harry opened the door and Ron basically threw her inside. She stumbled forward, but instead of landing on the ground, she landed on a bed, bouncing on the mattress. Seems the Room of Requirement knew where this was going. Still, Hermione wasn't sure what the dramatics were about specifically.
"What's this all about?" She asked, sitting up and folding her arms over her chest. She hadn't had anything to eat besides come all day, and she would have enjoyed going to lunch. But as it were, the boys had some kind of grievance with her.
"What's this about?" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently pressing her tits up on display. "Did you really have to pull my hard so hard Ron?"
"What's this about? Ron repeated, getting a bit red in the face. "This is about you fucking half the boys in Gryffindor!"
Hermione once again arched an eyebrow at the pair. That was an exaggeration. She hadn't fucked HALF the boys in Gryffindor - it was only about 1/3rd. Plus most of them had only used her mouth or tits - not actually fucked her. She didn't voice these rebuttals tho, feeling they probably wouldn't appreciate the distinction, so she settled on "So?"
"So?" Harry repeated. Hermione thought they sounded like parrots. "You fucked Neville last week!"
Hermione thought for a moment - had she? Honestly a lot of these days blended together for her. Ah yes, she remembered. Last Tuesday in the herbology classroom. She never figured someone like Neville would be so rough - folding her over in half and making her grab her own ankles as he fucked her ass. Wasn't particularly a pleasant experience, but Neville being apologized for all the mean names he called her afterwards
"And Dean and Seamus before that!" Ron added adamantly. Hermione remembered that as well, the both of them dragging her into a right broom closet, and into her tight holes. Still, Hermione wasn't exactly seeing what the big deal was here - she was the school's mudblood gutterwhore, the girl who prostituted herself out for Housepoints - though they didn't know that. They hadn't said anything or stepped in before, so why were they doing it now?
"So?" Hermione asked once more.
"So…Don't you think it's a bit rude to fuck all these other housemates…and not even offer to do so with your best firends." Harry said, shaking his head. Ron nodded in agreement.
Hermione frowned a bit. She found it a bit ironic that they would still call themselves her bestfriends, even after radio silence for months. But still, here she was thinking this was something 'serious.'
"Is that all?" Hermione asked, giving a bit of a shrug. That seemed to catch the boys by surprise, as they looked at each other in confusion. "If that's all you wanted, you could have just asked."
"I -" Harry began, trying to find his words, but Ron interjected.
"You're having a laugh at us." He said defensively, walking up to her and looming down over her
'Boys are really so thick sometimes' Hermione thought as she looked up at him.
"I'm really not." She said simply. "I don't care what you do to me - really."
Harry walked up beside Ron and eyed Hermione suspiciously. "Anything?" He asked. Hermione nodded.
"You'll jerk us off?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded.
"Lick out sacks."
Hermione nodded.
"Let us slap you around."
Hermione nodded, and turned her head a bit - offering her cheek to the boys as an invitation. Ron looked at Harry for a moment, before raising his hand, and crashing it down on Hermione's cheek. Besides the force of the slap turning her head more, Hermione didn't budge. She straightened her head, red handprint on her face, and bored eyes as if nothing had happened. She looked at Harry and tilted her chin up a bit "Want to get one in too?"
"Holy shit, she's for real." Harry murmured.
"So what do we do now?" Ron asked, looking to his friend. After a moment, Harry smiled, and looked at Ron.
"Looks like we'll do wherever the fuck we want.." He said.
The next moment, Hermione found herself harshly pushed back on the mattress, Harry's and Ron's hands all over her body, grabbing, pulling and pinching. A second later, she was flipped over onto her stomach. She felt a body cover her, Ron's since it was large and heavier. She tried to get comfortable by pushing herself up on her elbows but it seemed Ron was interested in fucking her prone, and pushed on her upper back and the back of her head so that she was face down. Hermione sighed into the mattress, expecting what came next. At least the mattress was soft - this was the first time she had been fucked in a bed in a while. She felt Ron push up off her a bit, before she felt the familiar feeling of a cockhead pressing up against her ass. She felt his hands move to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and his cockhead pressing against her muscled ring. Hermione grimaced a bit into the mattress. Of course Ron had to go and have a big cock, and of course he was going for her ass - she never figured out why all the boys went for her ass. She heard Ron grunt, as he pushed forward, pushing past the resistance of her asshole, and sinking into her. His hands returned to her head, grabbing two handfuls of her bushy hair and mushing her face into the mattress.
And then he began to thrust, fucking into her ass dry with a hard thrust. Hermione gritted her teeth, and did the breathing exercises she taught herself. It wasn't something she would ever like, but she had been buggered enough these last few months to know how to endure it. Ron fuck her with full, hard strokes, always pulling his hips back to the point where it was almost as if he was going to pull out of her, before slamming back into her.
"Fucking Merlin." He groaned as he railed into her. "This cunt is tight."
'You're not in my cunt you doofus, you're in my ass.' Hermione thought, until she realized he was likely calling her whole being a cunt.
"MRRRRPH" Hermione groaned into the mattress, which translated roughly into 'could you hurry this up.' Hermione knew there wasn't any real chance of her making lunch, but she certainly didn't be late to her next class messing around with these two, she kind of wished Harry would come so she could suck him off so they could hurry up this process, but it seemed the raven haired boy was content on watching Ron violate Hermione's poor bottom. Hermione internally sighed and figured none of this could be helped really, and simply gripped the sheets and hung on as Ron's thrusts shook the whole bed, hoping that they would hurry.
As it turned out - they had all the time in the world. Seemed the boys very much had no intention of going to class, and spent the next few hours making Hermione's ass their plaything. Hermione lamented the fact that she was going to miss her classes, but once again figured none of this could have been helped. Maybe if she had offered to fuck them before hand, this could have been avoided.
The boys fucked her one after another, never at the same time. She guessed it was cause they thought it might have been weird to be that close to each other while fucking. Hermione was annoyed that their quidditch stamina seemed to translate into their abilities in bed, because the two were relentless, taking multiple turns and being able to immediately step in when the other was spent.
Hermione noticed subtle differences between the two as they used her. Ron liked her unmoving, covering her with his whole body while she was face down and prone. He'd lean down by her ear and whisper rather rude things into it. She never heard Ron use the word mudblood before, but he used it rather liberally then - usually mixed with words like cunt, bitch, or useless.
Harry was slightly different. He liked Hermione's hips hiked in the air with. her on her hands and knees, saying he wanted to watch how her ass bounced against him. He liked to reach under her and twist at her nipples, pull on her hair like a leash, overall the antithesis of hours ticked on of Hermione's fuck fest, being thrown around and manhandled by the boys like she was a quaffle in a quidditch game. Hermione passed out a few times honestly, but she was always slapped away by whoever was fucking her at the moment. She figured they could AT LEAST let her get a bit of rest if they were gonna make her miss class and dinner.
They boys had ALOT of stamina, but not infinite and did eventually get tired and sore, each coming in Hermione at least 5 times. That wasn't even counting the times they shoved it in her mouth to swallow, or painted her skin white. By the end, Hermione was a gaping mess, covered in come, sweat, and spit.
"It's mad we didn't do this before." Ron said, pulling up his slacks.
"I really needed that." Harry said, doing up his ties properly. Hermione gurgled a bit of spunk that was clogging her throat.
"We'll see you later Hermione." Ron said, opening the door to leave the room.
"Yeah, catch you later. We'll hang again sometime. Don't find us, we'll find you." Harry added finishing doing up the laces of his shoes, and trailing behind Ron, leaving the cum leaking Hermione face down on the bed.
With a bit of effort, she rolled onto her back and sighed.
How bothersome.
*Knock Knock*
"Come in!" Called the Headmaster from his desk. His door opened slowly and Hermione walked in as she did for their nightly reports. The Headmaster looked at the state of her, a of white film of dried cum covering her from head to toe, shirt open and hanging off one shoulder with her tits red from slaps and twists. Cum ran down her leg from her ass, pooling on her shoes.
"Ah, Hermione, How was your day?" The Headmaster asked cheerily. "Anything exciting happen?"
Hermione thought for a moment, before shaking her head.
"No, not really."
