A/N This is quite graphic, so if you're not into that DON'T READ! If you are…. Enjoy ? Also some of the characters are alive/in different years, so just like go with it okay?

Chapter 1 - Cedric

Hermione sighed to herself as she smoothed down her skirt, picked up her bag, and headed out the door. She was headed off the train station to catch the Hogwarts Express, ready to start her seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. In some ways she had it all; the most accomplished grades, two incredible best friends, and looks that made all the boys drool. And yet, she still lacked in one important area of her life; romance.

Her short-lived fling with Viktor Krum had given her a small taste of what it was to be loved, wanted, lusted for…. but never had she felt fully satiated. Hell, she didn't even know what 'fully satiated' was. But from hearing the gossip in the girl's dormitory she couldn't help but feel she was missing out.

Lost in thought, she suddenly realised the car had stopped and she had arrived at the train station. Hurriedly, she kissed goodbye to her parents, grabbed her case, and headed for platform 9 ¾, where she would be boarding the train from. Thanks to London traffic, she was already running late, so it was with some haste that she charged through the crowded station, dodging businessmen and commuters as she went.

Suddenly she felt a large crash on her left side, the impact knocking her off her feet, and sending her bags flying. Aware of the time, she grappled to collect her stuff, not noticing for one moment the object of her collision till she felt a hand on her chin and hot breath on her face.

'Where the fuck do you think you're going, Granger?' The domineering figure of Pansy Parkinson loomed over her, a snarl stuck on her otherwise refined and attractive face.

'As far away from you as possible, Parkinson,' she retorted, as she collected her final book and got to her feet.

'Don't talk back to me, mudblood, or you'll get what's coming to you.'

'Of course I will.' Hermione rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Without further delay, Hermione marched off, eager to join her fellow Gyffindors on the train. As she walked, she thought, for a moment, she heard Pansy mutter something behind her, but quickly dismissed whatever she said to be as irrelevant as the girl herself.

'Hermione! Hey, Hermione! OVER HERE!' With a chuckle she looked up to see her best friends, Ron and Harry, waving from a train compartment window.

'I'm coming!' she shouted back, racing towards them, quickly becoming enveloped in their hugs and chatter.

After catching up on all the gossip at the burrow, including Ginny's everchanging relationship status, and Bill and Fleur's exotic honeymoon, she settled in her seat and let the boys have it out over a game of wizard chess. However, for some reason she couldn't seem to concentrate on the game. Every time her sharp mind went to predict Harry's next move, or figure out Ron's tactic, it was like everything got flushed away and replaced by something…. well something more intimate.

She endeavoured to shake herself out of her stupor, but still, she couldn't help wondering how she hadn't noticed the sharpness of Harry's jawline before, or the way Ron's biceps seemed to bulge slightly through his shirt. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the two men in front of her; the more she resisted the dirtier her thoughts seemed to become.

'I'm not like this,' she thought, 'these are my best friends.'

True, she had experienced sexual cravings before; her time with Viktor was evidence enough of that, and every now and then she would secretly masturbate under her bed covers at night. But this, this unadulterated lust was something different, something raw and animalistic.

She took a sidelong glance at Harry, and just for a moment, let herself imagine what it would be like to share a bed with the-boy-who-lived. She felt herself moisten as she imagined him pounding into her, one hand gripping the bedsheets, the other wrapped tightly around her neck. How would he feel inside her, she wondered, would he fill her up the way she so desperately needed to be filled?

Unintentionally, and seemingly without being able to control her body, she let out a quiet moan, her pussy gushing at the thought of being penetrated by her best friend.

'Mione? You alright?' she fluttered her half-closed eyelids open, suddenly bringing herself back into the room and her surroundings as Ron looked at her quizzically.

'Me? Yes, of course! Just um… trying to relax my shoulder tension', she laughed feebly.

'Oh, okay.' As soon as he had turned his attention to her, he had returned to the game.

'I'm just going to the loo, I'll see you in a minute!' Hands shaking, Hermione leapt up from her seat, her face flushed with lust and embarrassment. She stood outside the compartment door for a moment, smoothing down her skirt, pulling it further down her legs in an attempt to cover her curvy hips. Wringing her hands together, she scolded herself. What was wrong with her? Had she really been so starved for attention that the first man she saw she started salivating over?

Realising how strange she must look, she headed for the train toilets, fanning her face that seemed to be glowing with heat. Every step she took seemed to make her skirt ride up her thighs an inch more, and the friction between her legs was causing an ache deep in her abdomen.

She moaned again, in part out of frustration of her sudden predicament, but also from a place of sheer animalistic desperation, a place she hadn't realised existed before now. She began to massage her temples, hopelessly trying to regain some sense of normality, but all she could think about was her throbbing clit brushing up against the lace of her thong.

'Hermione?' All at once a deep voice broke her out of her stupor, and she raised her eyes to meet Cedric Diggory's, his face full of concern. 'Are you okay? You look unwell?'

'Oh… yes.. I'm fine, really, just a little faint.' She stuttered over her words, frantically trying to push away the thoughts of his well-defined torso. His hand rested on her lower back, as if to steady her, but it was as if it was on fire, the heat radiating through her body, lighting up her sensitive nerve endings.

'Come here, sit down and rest a second.'

'No, I'm okay, really I am.'

'I insist.' His stern tone only served to magnify her sudden need for him, and she quivered as he sat her down next to him in an empty compartment. His knee brushed against hers, sending sparks up her inner thighs to her core.

'Mione? Are you sure everything is alright?' His voice was quiet now, so quiet only she could hear it. As if in slow motion his gaze flicked down to her nipples, now hard and poking out through her flimsy bralette and shirt. She gazed at him as he licked his lips and swallowed, acutely aware of the presence of his large palm on her back.

'Cedric I-' She stopped, unable to tear her eyes away from his lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she summoned all her willpower to maintain her last remaining sensibilities, but his cool, grey eyes seemed to bore in to her, exposing her most intimate thoughts.

'What is it?' he used his strong grip to turn her so that she was facing him, placing one hand on her bare thigh, and holding her chin with the other.

Her thong was soaked, her breath shallow. She felt clouded with lust, a thick heavy fog lying over her, stopping her from seeing beyond this man, this moment. Every inch of her skin was tingling with anticipation, her legs relaxing open without any conscious thought. Barely able to articulate the words she groaned;

'I need you Cedric. Now'

With abrupt hunger and want she climbed atop his lap, pulling him into a fierce kiss. She was so in tune with her body, aware of every point of contact between them, the softness of his lips and the hardness of his abs.

Within a moment his hesitations were gone, his focus solely on the beautiful witch mounting him. He bit her bottom lip slightly, causing her mouth to open in a gasp, before sliding his tongue to meet hers. Her hips rocked against his, making him grab her back all the more forcefully as their lips pressed together. Snaking her hands through his thick, dark hair she pulled herself even closer to him, so he could feel her nipples pressed against his chest.

Breaking their kiss for a second, Cedric ripped open her shirt, before latching onto her neck with his mouth, peppering kisses from her jawline to her collarbone. He gently bit down on the tender skin around her clavicle, releasing from her a husky groan of desire. Her flimsy white bralette did nothing to hide her voluptuous breasts, and he wasted no time in sliding his hands under the material and palming the sensitive flesh. Hermione arched her back in response, letting her head fall back as she clung to the back of Cedric's neck for balance. She was in a state of complete pleasure, her arousal ever-growing as his rough hands groped her aching body.

His erection pressed against her, and she reached down to unleash his long, thick cock from the confines of his trousers. She slid down the seat so she was on her knees before him, face to face with his bulging member. Her tongue darted out of her mouth as she licked its purple head, then all the way along the shaft. Cedric groaned as she slid her plump lips over the head of his cock and began to slowly work her way up and down, using her hands to massage his balls. She engulfed his cock in her hot mouth, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, her moans sending vibrations through his body. Her pace stayed slow and steady till Cedric couldn't take it anymore; he proceeded to grab her hair and thrust into her mouth violently, fucking her face with brutish force. She gagged as his pace increased, his dick sliding down her throat, wet with saliva and precum.

Cautious that he might cum too soon, and eager to fuck the doe-eyed witch, he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her face up to meet his. Her smudged lipstick and messy updo only made her sexier, as he turned her around and planted her hands firmly on the wall, his erection pressed up against her bum.

'Cedric, I need you inside of me… please'

The young man smirked as she panted in need, complete putty in his hands.

'Sorry Mione, I didn't quite get that?' He said slowly, jutting his cock against her sodden underwear with every syllable.

'Urgh, I want you Cedric, I want you deep inside of me, fuck my cunt with your massive cock, please!' she begged. He moved back slightly, watching as her back arched further in an attempt to reach back for his throbbing dick. Admiring the view, he bent down slightly and took a hold of the white lace covering her cunt, the drenched material a tell-tale sign of her arousal. Her skirt was flipped up so her round bum was bare for him to see, and with the strength of a true quidditch player he yanked her thong towards him ripping it clean off her body. Hermione groaned at the sound of the materiel tearing, so unbelievably turned on, her back arched in readiness.

Teasingly, Cedric brushed the head of his cock against her sopping cunt. 'Is this what you want Mione?'

'Yes, oh god, YES'

She keened as he slowly, torturingly sheathed his fat cock inside her pussy, revelling in the feeling of completeness she felt as her hole was finally filled. Her mouth froze in an 'O' shape as every ridge of his cock pressed against the sensitive walls of her cunt. His pace was agonisingly slow, causing her to whimper and desperately try and press back against him in a bid to make him speed up.

'Sorry Mione, I think you're forgetting who's in charge here.' His words only made her moan louder, as he teased her clit with his thumb, holding her still on his cock. He leaned forward, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, before whispering, 'Now be a good girl for me.'

The combination of his forceful tone and the stimulation of her most sensitive parts made her cream all over his dick, and Cedric moaned as he felt the warmth gush over him. Something about the sensation of her arousal weeping all over him weakened the last of his resolve and, using her hips as support, he began to pound into her. Hermione's whole body shook as he thrust into her again and again, his balls slapping against her clit, the friction of their skin meeting sending a fire into her loins.

'Fuck…oh…don't stop…please….so fucking good…dear god….fuck!' She groaned in ecstasy as his cock sank into her cunt time after time. Her pussy squeezed his dick firmly, her breasts swinging as her body rocked forward and backward with the force of his thrusts. If it wasn't for his firm grip on her hips, she would surely have fallen, so out of control she felt. He pummelled into her slick cunt harder and harder, her insides coiling up as she felt her orgasm start to approach. Every time he entered her cunt, she felt so perfect, so complete, her body and his as one. Cedric continued to rub circles on her clit, pressing down on the little nub and sending electrical charges through her body. With his other hand he reached up and pinched her nipple, so hard now it was practically begging to be played with.

'FUCK!' she screamed one last time as, with a final violent push, she came, her pussy clenching around Cedric's cock. She threw her head back as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her insides spasming as the orgasm rocked her whole body. The sensation of her tight pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice left Cedric defenceless, as with his shaft firmly sheathed in her body, he released his load. Hot, milky white cum shot out his dick and into Hermione's cunt, the last waves of her orgasm milking out the semen. The couple collapsed to the floor, sweating, breathing heavily, and revelling in their post-orgasm haze, Cedric's cock still locked inside her wanton body.