The Hogwarts Coven
Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 17 – Between Love & Hate
Pansy had been riding high on her victory over Hermione. She had finally conquered the uppity mudblood, shown her, her real place, at the feet of Purebloods. And yet the exciting high of her successful conquest soon faded and she wanted the next fix.
In between fucking Draco, Daphne, Astoria and now Tracey Davies too (a lesser half-blood herself), Pansy had been searching for the right target. She wanted to strike at Potter's lot again, but also needed to make a political statement of pureblood supremacy. That ruled out the Weasle girl and Loony Lovegood, but Pansy's eyes were soon drawn to the striking blonde sitting very close to Hermione, too close to just be friends. Fleur Delacour, a dark creature of seduction would be her next target. She needed to show the Frenchie what animals like her deserve.
But a plan was not immediately forthcoming. Pansy kept her illicit potion on herself at all times, just in case the opportunity arose. Unfortunately for Pansy, it never did. Thus, once again, she had to manufacture one. "Draco, dear," Pansy turned to Draco one Saturday lunchtime. "We haven't taunted Potter for a while and the third task is not too long away. I think a bit of Potter-baiting is needed," she told him.
"I'm not so sure," Draco said submissively. "Maybe it's best not to," he followed up quietly.
"It's an order Draco," Pansy said harshly. "Or do you want me to tell the school what a little cockslut you really are," she threatened.
"Please don't," Draco pleaded.
"Then let's go Potter-baiting," she smirked. "Crabbe, Goyle, Potter-baiting," she said to the idiots, who clumsily set about getting up off their seats. The foursome strolled across the dining hall, eyes turned to follow them, noting their Potter-bearing trajectory.
Pansy had chosen that specific lunchtime for two reasons; she had no classes as it was a Saturday; Fleur was sitting on the side of the Gryffindor table nearest the rest of the hall, not the wall, thus her goblet was, theoretically, far easier to access.
She walked behind Draco, always showing herself to the rest of the school as the follower not the leader. It was to her advantage to be written off as a Malfoy groupie, instead of the manipulative, conniving, sadist that she was. People tended to overlook giggly witches who hung off the arm of a wealthy wizard, and she could not blame them, most witches who did such a thing were ditzy sluts. But not her.
Draco's demeanour shifted as he swaggered over to where their target was. With Pansy he was subdued and deferential, as she had moulded him into being. But to everyone else, especially the Gryffindors he was arrogant and narcissistic. Which character was the real him was difficult to say. Perhaps neither, perhaps both. But he would always play the character that was expected of him, whether that was by his father, by Pansy or by people in general. "Hello Potter," Draco greeted, popping the 'p' with disdain. "Ready to get yourself killed in the third task?" he taunted. "And what's this, fraternising with the enemy? If you think sleeping with her will help you you're wrong, she's the only one more pathetic than you," Draco mocked Harry and Fleur in turn.
Ron stood quickly, wand raised, as did Harry. Parvati and Padma, who now often sat at the Gryffindor table, were quick to calm Ron down before he did anything stupid, but Ginny stood defiantly next to Harry, wand also raised. It was Hermione's reaction however, that was most interesting, her glare never left Pansy.
Pansy was holding the vial in her right hand, her fist clenched tightly around it, completely obscuring it. Said hand was behind Draco's back, thus concealing it from view. "More, Draco," she muttered into his ear, playing it off as a girlish giggle.
"What did ze slut say?" Fleur thundered at Draco, enraged that Pansy would have the audacity to stand anywhere near her or her precious Hermione.
"She simply said that Harry must have a thing for creatures, first Hagrid, then Hermione and now you," Draco simpered.
Fleur outright hissed at the blonde Slytherin, causing him to take a fearful step back. Her eyes normally blue, now yellow narrowed aggressively at him. "See," Draco said calmly. "An animal," he delivered the final incitement with an expression of such goading serenity, such punchable smugness, that the reaction was bound to occur.
Harry, Ginny and Ron all fired off several stunners at the bullying Slytherins, but the snakes were prepared. Draco's hand had been on his wand the entire time, expecting such a reaction. Crabbe and Goyle, though both completely braindead in most regards, when it came to violence, they were surprisingly quick-thinking, their wands were also up in an instant. The two sides exchanged stunners in rapid succession, glass, cutlery and china flew about the air, food hurtled across the hall, as it all got caught up in the maelstrom of teenage anger. The exchange had been quick, only lasting a few seconds before Professors Snape and McGonagall were on the scene, both casting very impressive shields from quite some distance away. But Pansy had succeeded in her task, Fleur's goblet was compromised with the potion, and was about the only thing left standing on the table, as Pansy had subtly shielded it from the bolts of magic. Pansy smirked as Fleur took a steadying sip of it. Mission accomplished.
"What in the name of Merlin do you all think you are doing?" McGonagall shrieked. "Explain yourselves at once!" she demanded.
A cacophony of accusatory and defensive voices swirled in the air until McGonagall cried for silence.
"I think it is clear what occurred here," Snape drawled. "Your so called Lions attacked Draco and his friends for nothing more than a few light-hearted jokes."
"That's a filthy lie and you know it!" Harry bellowed. "He called Fleur an animal, and Hagrid, and Hermione," Harry recounted.
"I said no such thing, Potter. You wait till my father hears about this," Draco denied.
"If that is true Mr. Malfoy then you can consider yourself in a permanent detention," McGonagall said.
"He is clearly lying, just like his insufferable father used to do," Snape accused.
"You know nothing about my father!"
"I know all there is to know about your brat of a father," Snape said.
"Severus," McGonagall snapped. "This is highly inappropriate," she chastised.
"Sometimes my tongue just sl-ips," Snape said slowly.
"How are you going to punish your snakes?" McGonagall asked, reminding herself to bring up her colleague's behaviour with Albus at a later date.
"I will not be punishing them. It is clear that they were only defending themselves from Potter's thuggery and the Weasleys' spiteful envy," Snape answered.
"Not? You will not be punishing them?" McGonagall almost squeaked in surprise. "Well then, I will not be punishing my Lions for defending themselves and their friends against such hateful and bigoted words," McGonagall announced.
"But they attacked us!" Malfoy exclaimed. "Wait till my father hears about this," Malfoy repeated.
"Your father can come and complain to me personally if he so wishes," McGonagall said. "And I can give him the spanking he always deserved as a student," she said fiercely. Sensibly, Draco chose not to respond. "Back to lunch everyone!" McGonagall called and the rest of the silent hall burst into the excitable chatter of gossiping students. "I think all has been said," McGonagall stated.
"Agreed," Snape seconded, herding the Slytherin students away from the Gryffindor table.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said with earnest gratitude.
"Don't mention it, Potter. But next time keep your wands sheathed, whatever he might say," she advised.
"I'll try, Professor."
"Hmm," McGonagall turned and headed back to the teachers' table to finish her own lunch.
"Well, that was dramatic," Ron said dryly.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Hermione said, somewhat predictably. "You could have got in major trouble," she added.
"I'll take a thousand detentions if it means stunning Draco for saying those things," Harry declared passionately.
"That's very sweet," Hermione smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"'Arry is right," Fleur said. "I thank you, 'Arry, Ronald and Ginny," she said to the three who had whipped their wands out.
"Anytime," Ginny smiled. "Maybe a reward for your knights in shining armour?" Ginny flirted.
"Oui," Fleur smiled back, before frowning. "It seems that nature is summoning me," she said as an explanation before quickly leaving.
"Now there's no food left," Ron whined, looking around at the mess of food on the floor.
"You should have thought about that before you played white knight," Padma told him.
"Can I have some of yours?" Ron asked, reaching over for a bit of her bacon.
"No," she snapped, slapping his hand away.
"Go and ask a 'Puff," she indicated to one table over.
"Ew," Ron said, wrinkling his nose at the thought.
"Then no food for thee," Padma said.
"Fine," he sighed and got up to adventure for food.
"He's so whipped," Harry smirked. Everyone else at the table laughed at the new dynamic between Ron and the Patil twins, mainly Padma.
And no-one noticed Pansy leaving the hall. It was a mirror of the events that occurred several weeks prior. Except this time things would go slightly differently.
Fleur was not an idiot. And Pansy was not as smart as she thought she was. Fleur had seen her clenched fist; she had spotted the levitating vial as she ducked under the crossfire of magic. But she had drunk it anyway, so as to lure Pansy to her. Because Fleur did not need to lock someone in a room who had consumed a potion that made them need release in order to use them sexually, she had her allure for that. And she was confident that Pansy would be unable to resist.
So, she headed to the very same bathroom that Hermione had fled to, for the purpose of maximum irony. She kicked out a couple of gossiping second year Hufflepuffs with a simple glare and then leaned against the sink most directly opposite the door. It did not take long for Pansy to slam the door open, a predatory grin slung across her features. But said grin was quickly gone when she noted Fleur's calm and composed demeanour. "I saw you drink it?" she frowned confused as to why Fleur was not hyperventilating with sexual need.
"I did drink it," Fleur confirmed. "But it does not seem to be having such an effect on me, though it has made me both hard and horny, but not to the point of explosion as you intended it to," Fleur stated.
"So, you drank it intentionally?" Pansy asked. "Are you that desperate for my big cock?" she grabbed her crotch in a supposed demonstration of her size.
"You see Pansy, I do not need a potion to get people to want me," Fleur stepped forward. "I use my natural attributes."
"Your animal ones," Pansy affirmed.
"Yes, those ones," Fleur smirked before breathing in and letting her full allure overwhelm her. Pansy was brought down in an instant, as the full beauty of Fleur Delacour collided with her. It was as if Botticelli's Venus had come to life and was stood right before her; Fleur bringer of love.
Pansy sunk to her knees before the sublime sight before her. "Let me worship you, mistress," the love-drunk Pansy begged. "Please, mistress."
"Make sure we are not disturbed and then strip," Fleur commanded, her voice had a slightly deeper, huskier timbre to it when she was fully using her Allure. Pansy complied instantly, replicating the various privacy and locking charms that had left Hermione helpless in the very same bathroom. Once she had completed that task, she scrambled to rid herself of her clothing. She stripped hurriedly under Fleur's watchful gaze.
Fleur certainly did not like Pansy, in fact she outright hated her. But she had to admit that Pansy was a very attractive witch. With her dark hair, angled but proportioned face and tanned skin she exuded a certain exoticism that was somewhat alien to Slytherin house. Her pert, handful sized breasts, flat stomach, with a hint of muscle, toned legs and bubbly ass all added to her attractiveness. As did her seven-inch cock that was standing out proud from between her legs. "Kneel before me," Fleur ordered to a naked Pansy, as she herself began to strip. "Worship my cock," Fleur then instructed once she was naked.
"Yes, goddess," Pansy said before engorging herself on Fleur's ten inches of meat. She slammed her mouth forward, in an attempt to instantly take as much of Fleur as possible. But her zeal did not correlate with actual results and she pulled back coughing and spluttering after only half of Fleur's cock had been in her mouth. The fact that Pansy was usually on the other end, was clearly visible.
"Slower," Fleur advised the girl.
"Yes, goddess," Pansy noted the advice and then tried again. This time she went slower, slipping Fleur's cock into her mouth gradually. As she reached the point she failed at the last time, she made a swallowing motion, thus opening up her throat and slid a couple of extra inches in.
"Good girl," Fleur cooed, resting one hand gently on Pansy's head. "Take your goddess all ze way down," she encouraged, her accent beginning to come to the fore. "Be a good leetle slut for your goddess. Zat's it," Fleur said as Pansy went past the nine-inch mark. "Take all of me, 'ore," Fleur demanded of the Slytherin, causing an extra bob of the head from the witch. "Such a good slut," Fleur complimented as Pansy's nose pressed into her lower stomach. "You love 'aving my animal cock in your pureblood mouth, don't you?" Fleur taunted. "Get ready for your throat to be fucked by an animal," Fleur warned, before holding Pansy's head firmly in place and then doing as she foretold.
She backed her cock out of Pansy's mouth a few inches and then slammed herself back in with extreme prejudice. "I love fucking your mouth like a tavern slut's ass," Fleur declared as she did that very thing. Pansy's saliva glands were working overtime and consequently, strings of spit clung from Fleur's cock, connecting to Pansy's face around the mouth. Her lips and chin were caked in the liquid, creating an incredibly sloppy face-fuck, not that there was really another kind.
Fleur would never have gone quite so hard for so long if Pansy was not such a vile and vindictive creature. Fleur almost felt sorry for the still entirely entranced girl, but then she remembered Hermione, and all feelings of sympathy vanished, only to be replaced by anger. And anger mixed with lust inevitably led to one hell of a rough fuck. As Fleur was proving, by way of annihilating Pansy's face with every deep thrust into her throat. "Meeeerde!" Fleur cried as she yanked herself from Pansy's oral grasp. "Turn around, put your face on ze floor and stick your whore ass in ze air," Fleur ordered. Pansy did as she was told, sticking her round ass air into the air, her almost virginial hole completely exposed to Fleur's impulses. Fleur towered over the girl and then spat on her asshole and rubbed in the spit with her fingers, dipping the two digits inside. "You don't deserve proper lube, slut," Fleur told Pansy.
"Of course, goddess," Pansy conceded.
"But you are fucking tight!" Fleur exclaimed as she struggled to move her two fingers in and out of Pansy's ass. "Are you a virgin?"
"Draco has been in there once," Pansy recounted. "But I fucked him immediately afterwards and after that time no one else has been in there again," she explained.
"So, Draco's a sub?" Fleur asked, having picked up on English sexual vocabulary over the previous few months.
"A total whore," Pansy confirmed.
"What other secrets do you have?" Fleur asked, inserting a third finger into Pansy's slowly opening ass. She had never used her Allure for this purpose before.
"When I was five I-" Pansy started.
"About Draco, or about you in relation to Harry, me, Hermione and so on," Fleur specified.
"Rita Skeeter is a bug animagus who has been communicating with myself and Draco to get dirt on Harry and his friends and fellow Champions," Pansy blurted out.
"That fucking bitch," Fleur spat venomously. "You're going to pay for that too," Fleur announced to Pansy, removing her fingers, Fleur feeling that they had served their duty.
"I deserve it, goddess," Pansy said.
"Why do you deserve it?" Fleur asked as she began to insert her thick head into Pansy's ass.
"Because I've been a bad giiiiiirl," Pansy squealed as Fleur's cock popped past her muscular ring and into her ass proper.
"How so?"
"I'm a naughty pureblood slut who hides behind domination and sexual humiliation instead of confronting their fundamental insecurity of not being good enough," Pansy admitted in a strangely raw and emotionally vulnerable way. Fleur decided to save that for later.
"And what's your punishment?"
"To be fuuuuuuucked by my goddess and uuuuuuuused how sheeeeee wants," Pansy managed to get out as Fleur's cock continued its advance into her depths.
"So tight," Fleur groaned. "But isn't it a pleasure to be fucked by your goddess?"
"Yeeeeeees!" Pansy screamed as Fleur shoved her final three inches in, in one rapid motion.
"So, then it's not a punishment is it?"
"No, goddess," Pansy agreed.
"So, then what's your punishment?" Fleur asked again.
"Sorry, I don't know, goddess," Pansy whimpered, afraid at disappointing the woman she wanted so desperately to please.
"You're not allowed to cum, until I say so," Fleur informed her. "That's your punishment."
"Yes, goddess," Pansy said, acceptingly. Though she would have accepted anything that came out of Fleur's mouth given her state of mind in that moment.
"Good girl," Fleur praised, as she pulled a few inches out of Pansy's ass and then she did to the Slytherin's ass as she had done to her mouth only minutes earlier, she fucked it with no restraint or remorse.
"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Pansy shrieked as Fleur's sizeable cock battered through her ass, bulldozing its way ten inches into her and then bulldozing its way back out again. "Your cock feels so goooood, goddess!" Pansy bellowed.
"Your pureblood ass feels so fucking good around this animal's cock," Fleur mocked Pansy, slapping the girl's ass cheeks with both hands as she pounded her, until the girl's ass matched one of the Gryffindor colours.
Fleur continued on like that for several minutes, slamming into Pansy with everything she had, her cock gripped by Pansy's immensely tight ass. Spitting out vile words of humiliation at the girl. Until eventually Fleur let herself go completely and a shuddering orgasm overwhelmed her. She came almost silently, simply closing her eyes and revelling in Pansy's humiliation and her own ecstatic pleasure. "Want to cum, slut?" Fleur asked Pansy as she pulled herself from Pansy's vice-like ass.
"Yes, goddess," Pansy said, her voice betraying her desperation.
"Then clean your filthy ass of my cock," Pansy obeyed before Fleur had even completed her command. "Get dressed and then follow me," Fleur finished.
"Yes, goddess."
Hermione and Lavender were in the Room of Requirement, quietly doing homework together. It had become a common date of theirs, to sit quietly before the roaring fire, Hermione assisting Lavender in all things educational. Lavender was not stupid by any stretch, but Hermione was Hermione, most people seemed stupid in comparison.
It had taken Hermione a few days after her lengthy conversation with Morgana to pluck up the courage to seek out Lavender and apologise. Harry and Hermione had told everyone else what had happened to them; Harry had informed them all about talking with his mum (though the fact of her nakedness was confined to Ginny only) and a part of Voldemort's soul having resided within him; Hermione about how Morgana had helped her both process her trauma and accept that what she had done to Lavender had been wrong. There had been much conversation and consoling, everyone else intrigued by this unexpected consequence of the ritual.
Due to the fact that Hermione had highlighted her intention to apologise to Lavender, there was naturally some time pressure on her. But it still took her a few days. She could not fathom what she was going to do if Lavender did not accept her apology; if she had hurt Lavender unforgivably. So, she was nervous. But there was a reason she was a Gryffindor and not a Ravenclaw.
"Lavender," Hermione said early one morning, causing Parvati to hurriedly scramble to vacate the room.
"Hermione," Lavender said, with a dullness to her voice.
"I've seen what I did in a new light," she started nervously. "And I know that saying 'sorry' cannot undo the harm I did, but I am sorry. I lashed out in a manner that was unacceptable," she apologised.
There was a silence between the two witches, a couple of metres separating them. Lavender cancelled that out in two strides and stood within touching distance of the other girl. "Why?" she asked. "Why did you do it?"
"I-I-I-I," Hermione faltered, having never uttered the words to another person before. She took a deep breath and tried to relax her body. "I… was raped," she finally got out. The shift in Lavender's expression from cynical scepticism to heart-breaking sympathy was not only dramatic, but it also had a deep effect on Hermione. Having now said the words a burst of emotion swelled up inside of her and then came out in the best form of cathartic release, through tears.
Hermione bawled and sobbed, leaning into Lavender and crying her eyes out on Lavender's shoulder. Lavender simply held her gently and whispered caring words into her ear. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry," she wept. "It's not an excuse… but it is part of the reason. I'm sorry… for betraying you, for destroying your trust, I'm so sorry," she cried through sniffs and jagged breathing.
"You hurt me, you hurt me so much," Lavender replied, on the verge of crying herself. "But I can forgive you if you mean it," she said.
"Of course, I mean it," Hermione said, staring into Lavender's eyes, trying to convince her of her sincerity with a look. "Can we start the whole thing again?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Lavender agreed, cracking into a smile.
"Thank fuck," Hermione sighed, relief washing through her. "I was so scared you'd say no."
"Not to that face," Lavender laughed. And so, the two started again.
The first thing they did was lie on Hermione's bed and talk. They talked through everything; Pansy's assault, Lavender's depressive state since their failed date and all that lay in between. It was a long conversation and an emotional one. They talked through tears, sobs and cries. They hugged, kissed and cuddled, but eventually they were ready to start again.
And the resumption of their relationship was wonderful for both of them. They spent a lot of their time together, often in silence, each doing their own thing but together. There was an affection that quickly built between them. They relied on each other for support in a very healthy way. They were both happy.
Hermione still had Fleur to worry about. She knew that Fleur wanted more than just a 'friend-with-benefits' type relationship. Luckily for Hermione, it had been Lavender who had brought it up, having noticed one too many, envious glances across the table from Fleur. "Fleur wants you, you know," Lavender informed Hermione.
"I know," Hermione sighed, closing her tome on soul magic, a frustratingly limited tome, but a helpful introduction nonetheless.
"I'd be fine with it," Lavender said. "The limited time we've spent with her as a group, she's seemed nice. I always knew that I'd probably have to share someone in any relationship, and sharing with someone as outright fucking sexy as her seems good to me," Lavender chuckled.
"Really?" a surprised Hermione asked.
"I think so," Lavender replied. "I mean we can try it y'know."
"Umm, ok, I'll think about it," Hermione said. And that had been that.
At least it was until Fleur walked into the Room of Requirement, Allure on and a dishevelled Pansy Parkinson in tow. "What the fuck?" Hermione yelled at Fleur, summarising the theme of several questions into one exclamation. Lavender meanwhile was staring hungrily at the Veela, drool seeping from between her lips. "Lavender, snap out of it!" Hermione shouted at her girlfriend, rousing her from her trance.
"Sorry," Lavender muttered bashfully, a pretty blush on her cheeks.
"Just stay focused on me," Hermione advised. "Why is she here, why is she stripping and why is your Allure on full blast?" Hermione asked as Fleur led a stripping Pansy over to the large bed that seemed to adorn the room regardless of what else was in it. Sex was never far from Hermione's mind these days.
"She tried the same trick on me," Fleur explained. "So, I used my Allure and paid her back, now it's your turn," she told Hermione as she bound Pansy's limbs to the frame of the bed.
"How did you get here without being followed by a drooling mass of horny students?" Hermione asked.
"I bumped into a few along the way, but I just told them to go away and they did," Fleur explained.
"It's almost mind control," Hermione frowned.
"Not quite," Fleur said. "They have to find me attractive in the first place and not only that but have to find me attractive purely as an object," she stated. "We're closer than that, my Allure does not really affect you all that much," she expounded.
"Still, you've basically raped her!" Hermione argued, gesturing vaguely towards Pansy.
"She wanted to fuck me, I just brought that want to the fore!" Fleur shouted back.
"But she did not want to get fucked by you!"
"She certainly did," Fleur scoffed. "Zis one's a leetle putain," Fleur argued back.
"That's now how consent works," Hermione said.
"She fucking raped you, she tried to rape me, she deserved what I gave 'er, and she fucking loved eet," Fleur contested.
"That doesn't make it right," Hermione sighed.
"Your morals are stupid and will make you lose," Fleur said simply. "You would kill Voldemort because he has killed, how is this any different?"
Hermione had no answer. "I will turn my Allure off now, she may complain a bit," Fleur warned.
Pansy's dazed eyes slowly returned to focus as her brain shifted from having the sole objective of serving Fleur back to its normal state. "What the fuck did you do to me, you filthy animal!" Pansy cried, straining against the ropes on her ankles and wrists.
Hermione and Lavender approached the bed and watched Pansy's thrashing. "And what's this filthy fucking mudblood standing there for," she yelled. "I beat you, I conquered you, I showed you your place in the mud and squalor, exactly where you came from!" Pansy hurled out bigoted insults with every syllable that passed her lips.
Hermione's eyes darkened and her face turned cold. Lavender glanced at her girlfriend and saw the same face that had sat across from her that one time, lashing out verbally. "Hermione darling," Lavender whispered softly so that only she could hear. "I support your revenge," she told her. Hermione turned to Lavender, warmth filling her eyes as she saw her girlfriend's own vengeful expression.
"Together?" Hermione asked, not needing to stipulate exactly what they were doing together.
"Together," Lavender nodded.
The couple stripped off and then settled on the bed. "Get away from me, filthy blood traitors and magic thieves!" Pansy howled. Pansy's wrists were tightly held to the bedrest above her, as her were ankles, thus folding her body up on itself and exposing her ass to the rest of the room. Fleur's cum still leaked out of the hole, thus requiring no lubrication.
"Fleur, can you gag her, please," Hermione requested. Fleur smiled devilishly as Hermione lined up her cock with Pansy's ass.
"What are you doing you fil-" the rest of Pansy's sentence was muffled by the gag that Fleur had conjured over her mouth.
"Much better," Hermione chuckled as she pressed her cock into Pansy. Though Pansy was attempting to tense up against the invasion, Fleur had done such a number on her ass, that it did very little to stop Hermione from pressing onwards.
As Hermione sunk herself into Pansy, Lavender occupied herself with roughly pinching and squeezing her nipples. This was the witch who had caused Hermione, and thus by extension herself, so much pain. The revenge was cathartic for them both, as it had been for Fleur.
"God, you really ruined her ass, Fleur," Hermione noted as she bottomed out in the girl.
"She was almost a virgin when I fucked her, apparently Draco prefers to take it," Fleur giggled.
"Well, that is interesting," Hermione said with a raised brow. "Maybe he's following in the footsteps of his precious father," Hermione snickered at the thought. "Either way, pureblood ass is certainly improved with mudblood cock in it," Hermione taunted Pansy, whose eyes demonstrated her hatred, whilst her mouth could not.
Hermione withdrew several inches from Pansy's ass and then thrust back in with some force. Pansy was not going to get a soft fuck. Hermione slammed her hips back and forth, pushing all of her anger into every thrust. Her cock repeatedly conquered Pansy's ass, squashing the girl's prostate as it rolled through.
Lavender shifted over to her girlfriend, kneeling by her side, overseeing Pansy's domination. "It really turns me on to see you fuck her that hard," Lavender told Hermione.
"You want a go?" Hermione offered Lavender as they exchanged a deep kiss.
"Yes, please," she beamed excitedly.
"The slut's all yours," Hermione said as she pulled out of Pansy's ass; taking a second to admire the crater she left in her wake. Lavender's cock almost fell into Pansy's ass. Hermione gave her girlfriend a supportive pat on the ass as she assumed a role she rarely took.
Hermione slipped off the bed as Lavender grunted. "Thank you for my gift, Miss Delacour," Hermione smiled at Fleur, reaching for her face and gently cupping it.
"You are welcome, Miss Granger," Fleur smiled back at her.
"Lavender said she would be ok sharing me with you," Hermione said, looking into Fleur's glowing cerulean orbs. "So, would you like to officially become my girlfriend?" she asked.
"Oui," Fleur nodded enthusiastically. "Oui, oui, oui!" she said loudly as she grabbed Hermione by the back of the neck and slammed their lips together. Their hands instantly began to passionately explore each other's bodies.
"I think you should get to know each other," Hermione suggested to Fleur.
"Sounds wonderful," Fleur agreed. Hermione took Fleur's hand and led the naked Veela onto the bed, where Lavender was eagerly pounding Pansy.
"I'll take over from here, Lav, whilst you two get to know each other," Hermione said, kissing Lavender gently as the blonde pulled out from Pansy. Hermione grinned at the sound of lips smacking together emanating from just behind her as she resumed the demolition of Pansy. "You're gonna cum soon aren't you slut?" Hermione asserted. "I can tell that you're secretly a little cum whore. Except it's not so secret anymore, is it? Now we all know," Hermione jeered at Pansy, staring straight into the girl's eyes. She could see the pleasure behind them, she knew that Pansy was desperately trying to fight off her body's natural inclinations. "Just let go," Hermione encouraged the Slytherin. "Just cum for me, cum with my mudblood cock in your ass. I wish you had a cunt right now so I could knock you up with a halfblood baby and truly make you mine," Hermione sneered at Pansy.
Those final words of humiliation ended Pansy's struggle as soon as she heard them. Her body seized up as her orgasm burst through her meagre attempts to stop it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned ecstatically into her gag. Her cock spewed the contents of her balls all over her stomach. "I didn't know you were so into being bred," Hermione laughed at Pansy. "Now I'm going to fuck you until I cum and then I'm going to get some backup," Hermione promised Pansy. And she followed through.
Hermione spent another couple of minutes ramming the restrained girl before she dumped her own load inside of her ass. Then she left the lip-locked Fleur and Lavender to it whilst she went to round up the usual suspects. She arrived back half an hour later with Harry, Ginny, Luna, Katie and Ron in tow. Everyone who had been at the coven was present and ready to have some fun with their new toy.
Pansy was broken that Saturday afternoon, evening and then night. She had entered the bathroom a proud pureblood, conqueror of Hermione Granger and she would leave a lowly pet of the very same witch.
The assorted students all took turns with her; one moment it was Harry, and then Ginny, then Luna and so on. Whilst the others all jeered at her, groped her, pinched her and commented about her. It was truly humiliating. Pansy should have been outraged. And yet her anger was completely nullified by the fact that she was repeatedly cumming. She had already cum three times, when they flipped her over and Harry lay underneath her and Ginny got on top. The couple double teamed her, stretching her ass to an obscene width. She had not yet even made her own sluts do this.
Once everyone had had one round using her, they all retired to another part of the room Pansy could not see. But she could hear them as they amiably chatted about schoolwork and the upcoming Third Task. Whilst she was left tied down on her hands and knees, a dildo that had been provided by the room upon Hermione's thoughts, enchanted to rhythmically fuck her. And then they all used her for another round. But this time she was deemed docile enough for her mouth to be used too. At one point she had three cocks in her, Ron and Fleur were in her ass as Katie used her mouth. And again, she came, though what came out of her cock was by then only a dribble.
Eventually she was released from her ropes; she instantly collapsed onto the bed, her ass a massive, gaping red hole, with streams of cum gently pouring out of it and down the curves of her cheeks. Her face too was glazed in jizz. "How's my pureblood princess?" Hermione purred into Pansy's ear as she lay her body on top of the prostrate girl's. She eased her cock into Pansy's abused asshole and gently began to fuck her in prone position. "You've realised your true nature, haven't you?" Hermione asked her.
"Yes, I have," Pansy agreed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, mistress," Pansy corrected herself.
"And what is your true nature?"
"I'm a slut," Pansy admitted bluntly, having finally accepted that fact after cumming from cock alone for the ninth time.
"What would your father say if he could see you now?" Hermione asked.
"He'd yell at me, he'd curse me, he'd disown me," Pansy said truthfully.
"How terrible," Hermione sympathised. "Join us and we will free you from these constraints. We'll let you revel in your true nature. You're so much more than just a pureblood, Pansy. You can be so much more than your ancestry," Hermione spoke in a low voice, gently soothing Pansy.
"I think I'd like that, mistress," Pansy said. "You've made me see how wrong I was about everything."
This complete one-eighty from Pansy shocked Hermione. At first, she had just wanted revenge, but as the train continued running, she had noted that Pansy no longer held hate in her eyes, but at first acceptance and then outright submission. Sex was an incredibly powerful tool and Hermione had realised that this moment could be more than simply another battle in an ongoing war. It could be a true turning point.
The combination of realising that her rape at the hands of the very girl she was currently sliding in to was a single incident amongst the much larger mass of pureblood supremacy ideology; and Harry's retelling of his conversation with his mother, particularly in regards to the politics of the wizarding world, had led Hermione to think in a much grander way. And the broad outlines of a scheme were forming in her ever-working mind. And she realised, as Pansy was being double stuffed, that she could be a very important part of it.
"You can become what you were always meant to be," Hermione told her, nuzzling the girl's cheek and kissing her softly.
"Please, mistress, cum in me," Pansy pleaded. "Make me yours!"
Hermione did just that, cumming into Pansy's flooded ass, with a soft groan and a final thrust. "You're a very beautiful witch, Pansy. When you're not being such a bitch anyway," Hermione complimented.
"Thank you," Pansy smiled.
"Now you can come and apologise to everyone for being a nuisance for almost four years," Hermione said, getting off of the prone girl. "You are to get on your knees before each person, apologise for being a bitch, suck them until they cum on or in you and then thank them for their load. Got it?" Hermione instructed.
"Yes, mistress," Pansy confirmed.
"Pansy's got something to say," Hermione announced to the assembled group. The Slytherin kneeled down before the nearest person, Ron, and did as she had been instructed.
"I apologise for being a bitch," she said to him, before beginning to suck his flaccid length back to life.
"Er, apology accepted," Ron said, having no clue how to handle the situation. Pansy went around the circle, apologising and thanking each individual as she had been told to. Some were content to simply lie back and let Pansy at it, some thrust up into her mouth and Katie and Harry even pulled their legs up so that she could give them rimjobs.
Pansy finished off with Hermione, worshipping her insane length with particular dedication and fortitude. When she was done, Hermione gestured for her to sit up on her lap. Pansy did so and snuggled up into Hermione.
The change in their relationship was so completely stunning in only a matter of hours. But that was the power of sex, Hermione mused. "When you return to Slytherin you can return to normal Pansy. Act as if nothing has changed, but do treat your sluts better," Hermione instructed. "We'll deal with them soon," she said. "As for Rita Skeeter," Fleur had informed the group of what she had learned about the morally bankrupt journalist. "We'll deal with her too."
"Yes, mistress," Pansy nodded her head.
"Will you be missed tonight?" Hermione asked her.
Pansy shook her head. "If any of my sluts ask, I'll just say I was fucking a Hufflepuff or something," Pansy said.
"Good you can sleep at the bottom of our bed tonight, as our new pet," Hermione offered. It had already been agreed that Hermione, Fleur and Lavender would get the room for the night, so that Fleur and Lavender could bond easier. They had already been amicably chatting away as Pansy was being used, the two getting comfortable with each other, and soon finding that they rather liked each other.
"It would be an honour, mistress," Pansy accepted, amazed at herself at how easily she had slipped into her new role. Something had shifted in her mind, something that had been lying dormant had woken up and taken over. But as Hermione had said, perhaps it was just her true nature. A true nature that had been pushed away by pureblood politics and her desperate ambition to prove herself as a staunch defender of those ideals.
"I think that's our cue to leave," Harry said to everyone else gathered.
"Quite the harem you're collecting there, Hermione," Ginny joked.
"It's only the beginning," Hermione shot back with a wide grin. It was said as a joke, but Ginny caught the look in Hermione's eye that suggested it was not. The two agreed, silently, that they would discuss it at a later date.
Harry, Ginny, Katie, Ron and Luna all trudged out of the room, all of them always sad to leave its confines. Leaving the new thruple and their new pet.
And they certainly got to know each other some more.
A/N: Revenge is sweet, I guess. Here we see a slight greying of our characters. And what does Hermione have in mind?
Plus, now everyone knows about Rita Skeeter! What fate awaits her...
Have a nice weekend everyone ;)