The next morning was rushed and frantic as both Ron and Hermione got ready for work together for the first time in over 2 weeks. It wasn't long since they'd been married, so they were still getting used to life together. Ron left first, rushing off to George's store to file away business transactions, while Hermione got ready for work. But before she could go, she had to do something first.

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Lockhart was dressed in a suit when Hermione found him waiting in front of the Hotel, just like he had said in the note. Outside he looked like any respectable man while Hermione was dressed in long pants and dress shirt and blazer, as conservative as she possibly could. No one could suspect them of anything.

"Why don't we head to our room," Lockhart said, as he hooked his arm into her's and led her inside. Hermione gave no response, only followed stony-faced. They rode the elevator up in silence, and walked down the hall to a large hotel room.

The moment they had closed their room door, Hermione whipped out her wand, and blasted Lockhart onto the bed. Lockhart's head hit the headboard with a bang. Somehow, Lockhart was still conscious. His own wand had fallen to the ground, but he gave no hint of fear. Even as blood trickled down the side of his head, he simply looked up at Hermione and laughed.

Hermione arm trembled as she pointed her wand at Lockhart, whispering, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this. I can't let you show Ron that video, and I can't keeping meeting you here like this."

Lockhart laughed harder. "If you really wanted to kill me, your last spell would have."

In a flash, Lockhart leapt off the bed and grabbed Hermione's hand, the hand that held her wand. Lockhart leaned in close, Hermione struggled to break free of Lockhart's grip but couldn't.

"Let go!" breathed Hermione.

But Lockhart only smiled, and suddenly leaned in to kiss her. The kissed lasted for only a moment when Lockhart cringed away. "That's the second time you've done that." Hermione had bitten him again, blood was dripping slowly from Lockhart's mouth onto Hermione's shirt.

"Yo— ," said Hermione.

Hermione threw out a punch but Lockhart caught her other wrist. Lockhart towered over her by a head, and easily overpowered Hermione. Lockhart leaned in again. Hermione thought he was going to try to kiss her again but instead, a red stream of fire burst from Hermione's wand and entangled Lockhart's and Hermione's arms. Lockhart said, "Today is a full moon. After the next full moon, if you ask me to leave you alone forever, I vow to do so, and may my life end if I ever see your face again."

Hermione opened her mouth in shock, she had never seen an Unbreakable vow made, it took great magic to make such a vow, and if broken the maker inevitably died. Lockhart saw Hermione's shocked face and took the opportunity to kiss her again. Hermione could feel his hot tongue entering her mouth, she wanted to bite down, but another part of her was yielding to his kiss. Her arms were losing their strength, and Lockhart pushed her back to the nearby sofa, pinning her down. Didn't all she have to do now is endure a month, and Lockhart would leave her alone?

Lockhart ended the kiss, and started to remove her pants, while Hermione struggled to compose herself.

"Stop! I have work today, we can't do this here and now…" hissed Hermione.

Lockhart simply smirked and yanked down Hermione's pants in one swift motion. "My one month is already running out, how can I let you go for even one day?" Instinctively, Hermione tied to close her legs but Lockhart was faster, grabbing the inside of her thigh and pushing her legs apart.

Lockhart started kissing Hermione's neck and ear, making her suck in her breath. Hermione could feel Lockhart's hands wandering near her crotch, caressing her pussy and thighs. Hermione gripped Lockhart's shoulders, trying to push him away, but Lockhart continued his assault, slowly plunging his fingers into her slit though her panties, drawing them tight over her clit. She could feel pleasure starting to spread, as blood rushed down to her pussy lips. Suddenly Lockhart brought his fingers out of her and brushed her lips. Hermione could smell her own sex on them.

"Look how wet you are already, " Lockhart taunted.

"No, its because you —"

But Lockhart cut her off, suddenly ripping Hermione's panties off, and bending down to lick her clit. Hermione unconsciously grabbed Lockhart's head to pull him away, but as soon as Lockhart started to stick his fingers inside her pussy, she could feel herself getting weak, her legs involuntarily tensing. She could feel the pressure he was applying to her pussy walls, while his hot tongue flicked back and forth over her clit. No, no, no, thought Hermione. She wasn't going to last much longer, desperately she tried to lean back into the sofa and move away from Lockhart, but Lockhart was relentless. Hermione's own orgasm surprised her, and she let out a soft, "uhh" as she collapsed back into the sofa, her legs limp. She could feel her pussy throbbing, closing on Lockhart's fingers. Lockhart removed the rest of Hermione's clothing, while Hermione shuddered from the pleasure her body made her feel.

Hermione tried to sit up. She tried to focus her thoughts, a day full of work was still ahead of her. But here she was, naked from the waist down, coming in the morning, and worse, cheating.

"You can't leave until you've take care of this for me," grinned Lockhart.

Somehow, Lockhart had also undressed from the waist down, his huge member already erect. Lockhart had one knee on the sofa next to Hermione, while he bent over her pussy, still engorged and puffy from the last orgasm. He pulled Hermione's smooth and creamy legs to the sides, making a v-shape.

"Wait! Use—"

Without letting Hermione finish, Lockhart plunged his dick into Hermione's pussy, making her gasp. She pushed against Lockhart's crotch, trying to make him slow down but each thrust was making her whimper. Her pussy was tight for Lockhart's size, and each thrust was stretching her painfully.

Lockhart planted kisses on Hermione's forehead and ear as he continued to thrust, fucking her hard. Hermione could feel the friction from Lockhart's cock against her clit, and before long she could feel her pussy start to throb again. No. Thought, Hermione. She wanted to make Lockhart slow down, so she grabbed the base of Lockhart's cock and gripped it, trying to slow his pace. She saw how own pussy lips gripped Lockhart's cock each time he pulled out. She saw her cream being forced out of her pussy with each thrust. She could feel some of it clinging to the base of Lockhart's cock. Why did this always happen with Lockhart? Why was Lockhart able to make her come so easily? Hermione tried relax her legs, but she could hear a woman moaning, and call out. Hermione couldn't believe that that woman was herself. Hermione clutched Lockhart's cock with one hand, the other his arm, as she came a second time. Her pussy pulsed and pulsed, as if she wanted to suck up Lockhart's cock.

Lockhart slid his cock out with a wet plop, as if her pussy didn't want to let go. She could feel her cream leaking out of her. Hermione looked up at Lockhart with half-closed eyes. Her smooth legs were still held in the air by Lockhart, but he closed them with a grin on his face. Lockhart picked Hermione and went to the bed. He sat down with his back against the headboard, Hermione straddling his stomach.

Hermione pushed herself up, trying to get off of Lockhart, but Lockhart placed his hands around Hermione waist, kissing her chest and breasts. Hermione could feel Lockhart taking a sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking, and couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft cry when he lightly bit down. Only Ron had ever kissed her nipples before. Hermione hand came out and pushed Lockhart's face away. Blushing, Hermione said, "no you can't do that."

Lockhart looked up at Hermione and said seriously, "just relax, after I've had my little fun you can go to work, I won't bother you for the rest of this week. Now fuck me, my little slut."

Hermione could feel herself flush. It was just sex, anyone would orgasm if the sex went on long enough. How could Lockhart call her that? She could feel her tears rising, but it was as if Lockhart could sense what she was feeling. Suddenly Lockhart kissed her and whispered, "don't worry, I love sluts the same as any other woman."

Hermione look down at Lockhart, their gaze locked. Hermione frantically looked away, thinking to herself, why should I care what this evil man thinks. Lockhart took this opportunity to take his cock and slowly ease Hermione down on top of it, somehow Lockhart was still hard, but Hermione could hear Lockhart breathing harder. Soon it'll be over, she thought, as she slowly began to slide up and down Lockhart.

She could feel an ache inside her, from the fucking that Lockhart had given her on the sofa, but somehow as she continued to slide up and down, the ache began to grow into something else.

Gripping the headboard, Hermione could feel Lockhart hitting her innermost depths each time she slid down on him. Hermione could her Lockhart breathing deepen, and applied more force. But as she did, she could feel her pussy tingling, and the beginnings of a familiar throb. Lockhart ran his hands up and down her back, massaging her. This can't be happening again, thought Hermione. Hermione slowed down and stopped moving, trying to steady her own breathing. How was this happening? She had already come twice, and yet…

Lockhart looked up at Hermione, and suddenly grabbed Hermione's hips, thrusting up slowly, but with more and more strength. Hermione's butt pointed in the air, her back arched, as she was forced to lean against the headboard, gasping. Her arms rested against the headboard, as she involuntarily thrust her hips further out, her back arching further. The ache was still there, but it was dulled by the pleasure spreading from her pussy.

Each thrust was making a loud slap, as Lockhart would pull all the way out and violently thrust back in. Hermione could feel the heat and hardness entering her, hitting her clit and her sensitive insides, then leaving, then suddenly entering again, and again. And again, forcing her to another peak. She couldn't help calling out again as she lowered her head against her arms. She felt pleasure spreading from her core, as her pussy convulsed yet again. Hermione could feel the waves of pleasure subside, but Lockhart didn't stop thrusting, and she couldn't stop her soft moans as Lockhart continued to thrust, each thrust exacerbating the soreness.

Lockhart slowly stopped his assault, and held Hermione limp in his arms, tenderly kissing her neck and chest.

"You can go, I'll message you on that phone I sent you when I want to meet you again," Lockhart said softly.

Lockhart set Hermione down and got up and dressed. Saying nothing more, Lockhart left the hotel, leaving Hermione on the bed. Hermione dressed slowly, she felt lethargic and slow, but she wasn't as anxious as she was before. If Lockhart didn't keep his promise, he would die.

After dressing, Hermione called in sick. As she left the hotel, she thought, once this month passes, everything will be back to normal.

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