Saturday

She imagined the eyes of every boy and girl in school at her as she sat down left to Harry at breakfast. Perhaps that was because today was the first day she had come down without her school robe, perhaps it was because she, the unpopular bookworm, was hanging on the most popular boy's arm without him protesting. Making an effort to talk about idle things she only rolled her eyes when he pulled her right hand down and placed it on his cock, under the table. As she slowly began pumping him as he wanted to, she tried to keep eating with her left hand.
"You're dumping me over the bookworm, Harry?" an unwanted voice broke through. It belonged to Ginny Weasley, Ron's youngest sister and a girl with a reputation only slightly better than Lavender's. Hermione had heard stories about how Ginny had shagged her way through the entire Quidditch team, both genders, and had even had a pregnancy scare or two. And that at being sixteen.
"I never said we had a date, Gin. I just said I might take you today, but I've decided to take Hermione here instead," Harry told her.
Hermione could appreciate a loyal date and decided to reward him by making sure he could come. She increased her pumping even as she pretended not to even notice Ginny sitting across from them, scowling.
"Your loss, Potter," Ginny snarled. "I totally would've gone down on you and maybe even let you shag me, but now you'll have to deal with that stuck up virgin instead. I'll just make Dean a happy boy instead. Enjoy your blue balls, loser!"
Hermione felt Harry shudder and quickly moved a crepe down the table, catching his seed in it. She brought it back up and looked Ginny straight in the eyes as she bit down on it, not minding in the least that the sticky covering landed as much on her face as it did in her mouth.
"Delicious, Harry," she said, not breaking eye contact with the irate ginger.
Ginny glared murder at her before getting up and moving over to slide next to Dean.
"Minx," Harry growled in Hermione's ear.
"Only because you taught me to be one," Hermione countered.

Hermione found she enjoyed her date with Harry, once they finally made it to Hogsmeade. He didn't complain when she spent a little more time in Tomes and Scrolls, and even bought her a new quill from Scrivenshaft's. For lunch he bypassed Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop or even the Three Broomsticks Inn to her surprise, and instead brought her to the Hog's Head Inn, a dingy pub.
"Harry? Why are we here?" she asked, after they sat down at a corner table.
"Madam Puddifoot's is the haunt of happy couples where romance goes to die, and trying to get a bit of privacy in the Three Broomsticks is about as likely as Ron Weasley getting an Outstanding grade in anything but eating," Harry quipped. "Besides, the owner here is a family friend and will overlook certain things. Speaking off," he took a deep breath and loudly said, "What does a guy have to do to get some service here?"
An old man who looked vaguely familiar to Hermione came out of a back area and walked over, wiping his hands on his robes. "Knew it had to be you, kid," he grumbled. "Been a while since you were last here."
"I only take the special ones here, Abe," Harry said, laughing. "Hermione, meet Abe. Abe, Hermione."
"Pleasure, I'm sure," Abe said, not offering a handshake or apparently expecting one. "I suppose you'll be wanting some food and drink then?"
"If you don't mind," Harry said. "And some privacy, if we can."
"You got it," Abe said, walking off. "I'll bring you your order in a bit."
"He's a bit… odd," Hermione said after he was out of hearing.
"Just a tad," Harry agreed. "A true prankster though, and he got my dad—Sirius I mean—out of a lot of trouble a few years back."
"What kind of trouble?" Hermione asked, intrigued.
"Why don't you hop under the table and I'll tell you all about it?" Harry said, waggling his eyebrows.
Hermione rolled her eyes at that, but did as he requested. She was not happy with how dirty the floor seemed to be, but her date had proven to be very nice so far, so it was right she did something back. Besides, she'd not let Ginny Weasley's insults stand and if that meant giving a knobber to her date in a dirty bar, then so be it.
Harry started telling her about how Sirius Black, an Auror apparently, had been chasing some Death Eater remnants back when Harry was six or seven. Ambushed in Hogsmeade and wounded, he had suddenly been rescued when a goat of all things slammed into his attacker. The goat turned out to be owned by Abe, who had released it as a distraction while he took care of another Death Eater who was preparing to curse Sirius.
"Who are you talking to, kid? And where's that girl?" Abe's voice suddenly came. Hermione stopped bobbing her head over Harry's cock as she heard him place something on the table.
"Oh, she's around," Harry said. "I'm sure she's almost done with what she was doing."
Taking the hint, Hermione resumed her work.
"Uh huh. Well, she'd best not get the floor dirty," Abe grumbled.
Hermione saw him walk off, then had no choice but to begin swallowing and quickly, because her mouth was being filled with seed. She put Harry's cock back in his pants after licking it clean, then climbed back up.
"You've got a little on your chin," Harry pointed out. Blushing, she took the napkin and wiped it off. The table was filled with a cheese platter and there were two butter-beers waiting for them.
"Cheese?" she asked.
"Goat cheese, some of the best in the world," Harry said. "Dig in… if you're not full yet, that is."
She had to blush, that was not far off from the mark.

After a surprisingly tasty lunch they took a walk through the village again. Hermione was actually enjoying her day with Harry, so of course it had to go wrong. As they walked back from taking a look at the supposedly haunted Shrieking Shack—Harry said it wasn't, and that he'd tell her the truth later—they were stopped by Weasley and Finnegan.
"Potter! What's this I hear about you dumping my sister?" Weasley demanded. "And over that ugly bookworm?"
Hermione made to react, but Harry's hand around her waist stopped her.
"I didn't dump Ginny, Ron. I just told her we weren't going on a date today," Harry said. His hand slipped down the back of her skirt as he said this and Hermione had to suppress a squeak.
"That's not what she told me! She's probably crying her eyes out now while you're with this frigid bitch," Weasley said.
Harry's hand slipped in her knickers, and she felt a finger snake its way inside her pussy. Hermione shuddered.
"Hermione is far from a frigid bitch, Weasley," Harry said. His finger slowly twirled around inside of Hermione, making her feel weak in the knees.
"As for Ginny, I doubt she's crying since I just saw her getting railed from behind by Dean Thomas in the alley behind Dervish and Banges," Harry added.
Weasley turned red. "You lie! Finnegan, tell him he's lying!"
Finnegan shrugged. "Dunno, sounds about right to me. That's where she let me bugger her last week, it's her favourite spot."
"You bastard! You defiled my sister?" Weasley screamed, turning to face his 'friend'.
"Erm, I mean—" Finnegan started to say, backing off a little.
"Look, Weasley, you deal with your own issues and let me and my date alone, okay? Granger is mine, understood?" Harry said, twisting his finger a bit.
Hermione let out a moan and collapsed against him.
"Fine! I'll leave her alone! Seamus, get back here!" Weasley yelled, running after Finnegan who had wisely opted to run away.
Harry brought his hand up and licked his fingers. "Yum." Hermione flushed once more.

"I had fun today," Hermione said as they sat in a carriage back to the school. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," Harry said. "And speaking off..." he patted his lap.
"You're insatiable," Hermione said, scooting back to lean down so she could take him into her mouth.
One carriage ride and one overflowing mouth later they arrived back at Hogwarts, where Professor McGonagall was checking the school lists.
"Potter and Granger, check."
Hermione let out a small burp, covering her mouth in shame.
"Are you quite all right, Miss Granger?" the deputy Headmistress asked.
"Pardon her ma'am, she had a big lunch," Harry said, laughing.
After making their way through the halls they stopped near the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Want to come with me to my room for some more fun?" Harry asked her.
"You mean… sex?"
"Best fun there is," Harry said, grabbing her behind and kneading her cheeks.
"I… no, I'm not ready for that. I, I'm a virgin," Hermione stammered.
"I can make it good for you," Harry said, sliding a finger in her pussy from behind.
Hermione let out a moan. "No… my answer is no."
"It doesn't have to be your pussy, there's more than one hole down there," Harry said, wriggling his finger inside her.
"But… that's dirty!" Hermione exclaimed, pushing him away a bit. "Enough for now, Harry. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure, hop on by any time after breakfast." He left, wiggling his fingers at her as he walked causing her to flush once more.
After she made her way into the Common Room she was assaulted with questions on how she had scored a date with 'the' Harry Potter, which she tried to deflect until the attention of Gryffindor changed to the screaming match between Ron and Ginny Weasley, where Ron was accusing his sister of being a slut and she was demanding he stop trying to micro-manage her life. Both not quite inaccurate statements, Hermione mused as she retired for an early night.
She nearly wore out her wand before she fell asleep.

Sunday

Weasley seemed to have taken Harry's claim on her to heart, for he didn't even make a snide comment to her that morning. So perhaps it should be forgiveable that Hermione let her guard drop as she slowly walked through the school corridors, making her way to Harry's office. She was imagining what might happen today, would he wear her down and manage to get her in his bed? Part of her wouldn't even mind it that much, but a large part of her was afraid. Afraid he might get tired of her after getting what he wanted, or that it might all turn out to be one big joke at her expense. She was also somewhat afraid of it hurting, she had heard some girls comment their first time hurt a lot even with the guy trying to be gentle.
All the distracting thoughts meant she was not prepared for someone grabbing her by the arm as she passed an empty classroom, finding her wandless and on the floor in front of Malfoy and his gang.
"Looks like we caught a Mudblood, boys," Malfoy sneered.
"I heard Mudbloods are easy," Crabbe-or-Goyle added.
"Fuck off, Malfoy. Let me go," Hermione demanded, reaching for her back pocket. To her shock she found her wand was not there and she looked up to see Malfoy sliding it back in his own back pocket.
"Looking for this, Mudblood? Well, if you are a good little Muddy you can have it back after we're done."
"What… what do you want from me?" Hermione asked, backing away slowly. Unfortunately, that also moved her further away from the door.
"I heard you'd been shagging Potter and Weasley, and had a thought. If you're willing to drop your knickers for a blood traitor and a half-blood, you should feel honoured to get some pure-blood attention, too," Malfoy sneered.
"I'm, I'm not that kind of girl," she said, trying to move back more but finding her back against the wall.
"Everyone knows Mudbloods are easy. You'd better give me what I want, or I'll have to hurt you to get it," Malfoy said. "Grab her, boys."
"No!" she screamed, but against two guys almost twice her size she stood no chance, not without her wand. One grabbed her arms and cruelly twisted them at her back, the other grabber her kicking legs. Together they placed her on her back on an old desk.
Malfoy stood over her as if admiring his price. "Let's see what those Muggle clothes were hiding," he said, taking out his wand and casting a cutting charm.
Hot tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as her top fell off, discarded, and revealing her breasts to the trio.
"Cut off her tits," grumbled one of Malfoy's cronies.
"Maybe after. Now, I want to feel what Mudblood pussy is like," Malfoy said, positioning herself between her legs and pushed up skirt. He raised his wand to cast another cutting charm at her knickers when the door blew open.
"Expulso! Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" A blur of spell-fire came from the door, hitting the three Slytherins and throwing them away.
"You cowards! Three on one eh? Well, not on my watch!" Harry, for it was him despite all odds, yelled at the three. He kicked the closest lug in the side, then seemed to be contemplating hexing them again. "You shouldn't have touched what's mine, now you leave me no choice. Reduc—"
"Harry, no," Hermione said, sitting up, sobbing. "Let them. You scared them good. Let's… let's just go."
"Are you sure that's what you want, Hermione?" Harry asked, still having his wand aimed at the three.
"Yes, I am sure."
"Here… her wand. And I promise, we won't ever do this again," Malfoy simpered, offering Hermione's wand to Harry. He put it in his pocket, then aimed his wand at Hermione's shirt and cast a Mending Spell to fix it.
"Get dressed, Hermione, then come with me. No need to look at this filth further."

She clung on to his arm as he lead her to his office, and then to the room beyond. Hermione followed him meekly, sitting down on his bed as he indicated it to her, then happily embraced him as he moved in to kiss her. He planted a series of kisses from the top of her head, along the side of her face, to her lips. They spent a bit kissing mouth to mouth before he broke off and started kissing down the side of her mouth to her neck, to her shoulders where he met the fabric of her top.
"I want to see more of you," Harry said, pulling her to her feet. "Give me a little dance, Hermione."
"A dance… okay," Hermione said, swallowing. She started swaying on her feet to some imagined tune, looking at him to see if she was doing it right.
"Lose the top, Hermione," Harry commanded.
Realizing it was that kind of dance, Hermione nodded. Twirling around slowly, she tried to make pulling her top off a seductive move, covering her breasts with her left arm even as she threw the top over her shoulder with her right one, letting it land near Harry. She twirled once more, then let her arm drop, revealing her breasts to him.
"I like," Harry said. He pulled out his cock and began slowly pumping it.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, looking at it.
"Just keep dancing. Skirt now, Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione found that removing a skirt while moving was rather difficult, so she opted to just do some twirls on the spot as she unbuttoned it. Then she bent down, facing away from him so she could look at him through her legs if she bent over all the way, and pushed her skirt down her legs. She wiggled her bum at him, then stood back up and stepped out of her skirt one leg at the time.
"Well, Mr. Potter? Did you like my little dance?" she said, grinning. Judging by how hard his cock was getting, he did.
"It's not over yet, is it? You're still wearing something," Harry pointed out.
"But that's..." she started to complain, then realized he had a point. She had promised him a dance, and after all, he had rescued her… again. He had earned a reward, she felt.
She twirled around again, slowly moving her thumbs to the sides of her knickers. Teasing him a bit by pulling them down halfway on either side, she turned around a few more times until she bent over, and pulled them down while wiggling her bum at him. Placing one hand in front of her pussy she stood back up, turned around, and leaned over to blow him a kiss with her free hand, then stood up straight, still covering her pussy with her hand.
"Hermione… you're killing me," Harry grunted, his hand pumping up and down.
"That looks awfully hard, Harry… want me to give you a… little… hand?" she asked, removing her hand at that last word.
Harry seemed transfixed on the sight of her pussy, lips glistening with moisture and a little bean poking out on top, covered by a neatly trimmed triangle of brunette hair.
"Hermione! I'm cumming!" he yelled. She dove in on him, wrapping her lips around his cock just in time as he began to spurt. Once again she barely kept up with swallowing as he filled her mouth with his warm seed, but she managed to take it all in without any overflow. Once done, she cuddled up to him, smiling.

"That was great," Harry said, smiling back at her. "Time for me to return to the favour. Lie down on your back, Hermione."
She did as requested, a little worried she had no idea what he meant with returning the favour, and worrying even more when he kneeled at the foot-end between her legs.
"Harry? What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to eat that little pussy of yours until it's purring," Harry growled, lifting her legs and putting them on his shoulders. She had little time to react as his lips closed on her lower pair, and a tongue invaded her nethers.
Harry's tongue seemed impossibly long to her, touching spots she didn't even know she have, and then she heard him hiss something. She was about to ask what he was doing when his tongue began actually vibrating with the hisses, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.
He licked and suckled her flower, giving the occasional rub or nip at the bud of her clitoris on top, until she threw her head back and screamed from pleasure. Not that he stopped at that, bringing her off again as she was still shaking from the first orgasm. A third followed, and finally he withdrew his head, letting her insensate legs drop to the mattress.
She lay there shuddering from pleasure when she felt a new sensation prodding against her opening. It was much thicker than his tongue and for a moment she wondered if his fingers came to stir her up again, but it was thicker even than that. She heard him grunt and then felt herself being invaded by a massively thick warm thing, that rushed past any small barrier that might have been there and stretched her more than she had ever been.
Had she not been high on endorphins from three subsequent massive orgasms it might have hurt, but now she had little time to even feel pain before all the nerve endings in her tunnel began to transmit how wonder it felt to finally be used the right way. In other words, Harry was finally fucking her.
She forced herself to open her eyes and found him grunting above her. In and out he sawed, playing her body as if it was an instrument and he, the maestro. She found herself incapable of speech, only mewling and moaning as he claimed her over and over again.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Harry breathed in her ear. "I don't think I can last much longer… can I come inside you?"
"Huh… what… oh, don't stop," she moaned in response, not really registering the question. By then it was too late, anyway. Harry tensed, and she felt his cock pulse inside her, once, twice, several times. He pulled out, much to her regret, but immediately his fingers started flying over her cunt lips and clit until he brought her to another orgasm. Spent, she collapsed into a near coma.

She came to from the sound of a running shower. She was lying in an unfamiliar bed, her legs spread wide and a sticky something leaking from her. Her memories came back quickly and she blushed deeply, realizing she was well and truly fucked.
"Back with me, Hermione?" Harry asked from an adjacent door she had not seen before, obviously the bedroom. He was wearing nothing, and she stared at his massive cock. Had that thing truly been inside her? Even limp, it looked impressive enough, and she knew all too well how large it could get from the past few days when she had sucked it to full mast.
"Down, girl, you can play with your toy some more later," Harry quipped. "Congrats on getting through the first part of your training. You have found your confidence, I'd say."
"Mmm," she said, nodding drowsily. Then, something he had just said registered.
"My first part of the training?"
"Sure, next phase is learning to be a proper little pet… you're well on your way, but there's more to learn before you earn your collar from me," Harry said. "You'll find an enema kit in the shower. Use it, following the instructions completely, then come back. I want to bugger that tight little bum of you next."
"I… I..."
"Now, pet," Harry said, pointing at the bathroom door.
"Yes sir," Hermione said, her eyes downcast. Standing on trembling legs that felt like they weren't her own, she waddled over to the bedroom. As she glanced back to see Harry stretch, she smiled though. Perhaps being his pet wouldn't be that bad, perhaps it was just what she really wanted.

Fin

A/N: While there are possibilities to take this further, this is as far as I want to take this twisted AU for now. Hope you enjoyed!