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Summertime often saw quite raucous evenings in the Gryffindor common room, with the year drawing to the end, the festivities that accompanied everyone getting past the end-of-year exams, the Weasley twins deciding to spontaneously cause mayhem. It was all fun and games, but gradually, as the night went on, things quietened, tiredness and fatigue saw more and more students drifting off to their beds. It had been a hell of a year for all the students and faculty, especially with the cheerfulness drained from the very stones of the castle with the awful, looming presence of the Ministry of Magic's Dementors capped by the usual raft of examinations.

Fortunately, for the duo who were the last to stick it out as the candles guttered and evening gave way to night., being sixth years, neither of them had been sitting OWLs or NEWTs. That wasn't to say that their year had been stress free, especially with Harry's usual propensity for trouble, and the fact that Hermione dived in head-first after him.

The pair of Gryffindors, best friends for half a decade, seemed to have only grown closer since the night when they had managed to recapture Pettigrew and clear Sirius of all the charges against him, but few would realise just why. More of their classmates would understand why Hermione was almost curled into Harry's side if they could hear exactly what he was whispering in the brunette's ear, and why she was flushed pink and rubbing her thighs together.

"-living with Sirius in London, I'm going to finally have the space to lay you out in bed and fuck your slutty little cunt like just how you've been fantasising. Then, you won't be a blushing virgin, even if you're a maiden who spends half an hour every morning and every night slurping down my cock, taking a throatfuck like a little whore, and drinking down every drop of my seed. Once I've fucked you properly, you won't just be my cumslut, you'll be my fucktoy, my plaything. Would that satisfy you, sweetheart?"

Hermione, the student reputed for never scoring less than a Outstandings across the board in her examinations, McGonagall's only choice for female prefect, the image of propriety and good behaviour, knew that she had become a depraved mess of a young woman, and she couldn't bring herself to give a damn. The litany of filth her lover was pouring into her ear and seeding in her mind was enough for her to completely soak her panties – had she even been wearing any at all.

Drawing up her legs under her until she was kneeling on the sofa next to her paramour, Hermione buried her face in Harry's neck as the torrent of debauched acts he had lined up for her continued. He was going to make a toy out of her, fuck her, use her, abuse her, and she could hardly wait. Already, she had happily surrendered the right to wear anything under her skirt to Harry, who took advantage of her bareness every day, be it in class, in the corridors of the castle or at the dining table. Even as he whispered one fantasy after another into her ear, there on the sofa, he was sliding two dextrous fingers into her soaked pussy, grinding the heel of his hand into her clit and curling his digits in a way that made her squirm disparately in his grip.

"My ass too. You need to fuck my bum." she mumbled. "Can't be a proper fucktoy if you don't fuck me every way that's possible."

"Your bum, eh?" Harry savoured the thought of his girlfriend's tight behind. He'd already intended on giving her a spanking or two, but arse-fucking the brainy brunette had him throbbing in his jeans. "You want me to bugger your arse, sodomise you? Be my cumslut, my fucktoy and my buttslut all at once?"

Rocking her hips against his hand, Hermione managed to nod shakily, her arousal too deep to even verbalise an answer, she was startled to suddenly find herself pitching forward as Harry stood up, her hands finding the arm of the sofa. She looked up in surprise, only to realise that her boyfriend was behind her when he flipped up her uniform skirt, his fingers sliding back into her pussy. A yelp of pleasure was caught just in time as Harry caught her around the throat, his grasp gentle yet firm, pulling her up against his chest, cutting off her breath just enough to silence her cry.

Once again, Hermione found herself throwing her hips back against the questing fingers exploring her soaked cunt, certain that, in her thrall to Harry, her arousal wasn't dripping down her thighs, but running in rivulets. Aware of her the pleasure building in her loins, already descending in an uncontrollable race towards her climax, the brunette tried to warn her partner, but found herself unable to voice it as his hand on her throat choked every word before it could make it to her mouth. Fortunately, he too was aware of Hermione's descent into an orgasmic mess.

Adding his thumb to the fingers in his submissive's pussy, Harry got it well-soaked, then, without warning, applied it to the tight star of her sphincter, the juices of her own arousal his lubrication as he ran it around her clenched little ring. It was too much for the writhing witch, his fingers buried to their full length in her cunt he was able to slide his thumb into her asshole until her taint rested against the web of his hand.

"You want to cum, sweetie?" Harry whispered, loosening his grasp on her throat just enough for her to speak.

"Please, please please!" Hermione begged, humping back against his hand, shuddering and shaking her way towards her orgasm. "Please, let me cum."

Harry suddenly pulled his fingers from his submissive's ass and pussy, two sharp cracks echoing through the common room as he spanked her tight arse, leaving two pink handprints on her toned flesh. His hand dropped to her clit, rubbing it as she squeezed her hard nipples, her braless tits standing out against her too-thin summer blouse, forcing her to arch her back, convulsing with pleasure. She was very much aware of the public nature of where they were having their adventure and the volume of his hand crashing down on her behind, and it wasn't that she couldn't bring herself to care, but she enjoyed the risk and the pain, the submission as he played her like a harp.

"No."

Right on the edge of a massive climax, without more than a moment's warning, he stopped all his ministrations, going from playing with Hermione's clit as she twisted her nipples, to pinning her arms behind her back. She frantically bucked her hips, showing off her pink-flushed ass and her cunt leaking arousal as she searched for that last little bit of friction, anything, anything that could send her over the edge, her chest heaving as she panted in desperation, her orgasm ruined. An utter mess of a witch, was all that she was, a stark change from a minute before.

"Why?" her plaintive mewl elicited a broad smirk on Harry's face. "Why?" she repeated.

"You're a toy, sweetie, to be used for my pleasure." he explained, rubbing her freshly-spanked ass. "I want you to know, from now on, you're only allowed to cum with my permission, and I want you to promise, if you ever break that rule, you will tell me honestly, and submit to my punishment."

"Yes sir, I promise I'll try and be a good girl for you. And I promise, if I break the rule, I'll tell you so you can spank my arse red." Hermione managed to look up and smile at Harry, full of love and worship. He was her world, and a promise to him meant more to her than anything else.

Sitting back and resisting the urge to touch her pussy as she rested her arse on her heels for a moment, her smile gained a little edge and her eyes burned with lust. She might be an unapologetic submissive slut, but she knew him well, and was learning how, in the throes of lust, to push his buttons.

"But, sir, as your toy, I should be pleasuring you, or at least being used for your pleasure." she added.

With a pat on the cushion next to her, she indicated to Harry he should take a seat. Feeling, for a moment, like a Sultan reclining on a chaise-longue, he obeyed Hermione's indication and lounged lengthways on the sofa, his back against the arm as his girlfriend shuffled back, kneeling between his legs. There, she nuzzled the bulge in his jeans for a moment, before, she deftly made quick work of his clothes and soon had his cock, hard and erect, throbbing in her soft, slim fingers.

Without a hint of hesitation, only pausing a moment to admire the sight he presented, she dropped her lips to his manhood, giving his cockhead an obscene smooch and inhaling his scent, before trailing her lips down his shaft until, having licked her lips to enjoy his flavour, she dived in, swirling her tongue around his balls, already churning with seed. The balls that provided her with a meal of cum twice a day, the balls that would soon be emptied in her ass and cunt. The balls she swore would one day, soon, see her belly swell with the first of many children he would sow in her fertile womb.

The imagery built in her mind until she had a clear picture imprinted on her brain. It was her, a Hermione a few years older, bent over, her hands bound tightly at the small of her back with velvet rope, dripping seed from her thoroughly-used asshole, her bum reddened, evidence of a punishment lovingly administered to her derrière, and her pregnancy clear for all to see. She looked up, meeting her lover's gaze, and with a hesitant touch of Legilimancy, a subject she'd only recently begun to study, simultaneously, she pushed the image across the bond into his mind, and ceasing her sloppy worship of his balls, she dragged her tongue up the full length of his fat, pulsing cock, savouring the taste of a potent, throbbing dick soaking into her taste buds, a flavour she was addicted to.

Harry's wordless groan of pleasure showed his approval, both at her mental assault on his stamina and at her worship of his cock, hurriedly stifling a curse as she enveloped his cockhead in the warm, sweet confines of her mouth, sucking his dick greedily, offering him a wink as she slowly slid his shaft into her mouth, pulsing with arousal as it rode her tongue. Encouraged by the audible satisfaction he was expressing, Hermione wanted more, pushing herself deeper on the pillar of cockmeat filling her mouth, applying a deal of suction as well as swirling her tongue around his shaft, making sure it was thoroughly coated in her saliva. If she indulged in a bit of gratuitous slurping on Harry's dick amidst the sloppy cockworship, who was going to judge.

"She's a needy little thing, isn't she?"

Apparently someone was. Hermione was about to abruptly pull back from her sloppy blowjob when a hand in her hair stopped her, applying enough force to make her not just stay in place, but swallow several inches until she was choking on her boyfriend's cockhead as it pressed into the top of her throat, making her eyes water.

"Hey Katie." Harry responded, not having made the slightest effort to cover up when he spotted his pretty Quidditch teammate in the shadows cast by the embers in the hearth. In fact, he'd just grinned at her over his girlfriend's mane, until Katie could resist no more, padding over to kneel next to Hermione on the sofa, threading her fingers into the younger girl's curls, making her swallow his shaft deeper. "Mmm, you have no idea, she manages to be such a good girl and such a slutty girl at the same time. Honestly I'm surprised nobody's noticed that she pulls me aside before breakfast and after dinner every day for a nice, hot meal of cum, and to make sure I'm relaxed before and after a day of school."

"Well, we shouldn't break such a worthy tradition." Katie smirked, taking control of the pace of Hermione's blowjob. "There you go slut, swallow Sir's cock, that's what you wanted isn't it?"

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Hermione considered if she should be cross at this unwanted intrusion into her private indulgence, but it was overridden by the need to pleasure Harry, and if that meant being facefucked like a whore, her mouth stuffed with his cock by one of his teammates, so be it. Besides, it wasn't exactly a trial, getting her mouth repeatedly filled with a fat, tasty dick, and the promise there of a bellyful of creamy jizz making her mouth water, which just made her messy, unhinged cocksucking session into an even sloppier blowjob.

The sound of the brainy Gryffindor's wet choking filled the near-empty common room, elicited with every time Harry's cock thrust into the back of her mouth, teasing at the entrance of her throat as she desperately swallowed, mentally making a note to investigate deepthroating so she could experience having her throat fucked. A good mouthfuck was fun and all, and Harry evidently loved it, but she swore that by the end of the summer she would have her lips buried around the root of his cock, even if that meant choking herself stupid and insensate for his pleasure.

"Go on Hermione, take that dick like a good girl. You want an O-grade in cocksucking, you better make sure he gets an O." Katie urged her, a teasing grin on her face. "Suck his cock down champ, and Sir will give you his O, and you better savour it." it was a cheesy line, but neither of them minded. Katie was a good friend, even if her idea of dirty talk was funnier than it was sexy.

With the sporty Quidditch-player girl's encouragement, and the firm grip she had on her mane, Hermione sucked and slurped greedily on Harry's dick, his shaft slick and glistening in the firelight with the coating of his girlfriend's saliva. It was evidence of just how much she was into giving him a sloppy blowjob to remember, sucking his dick as she was facefucked, his dick vanishing and emerging rapidly from the wet heat of her mouth. Throwing herself into the debauchery without the slightest shame, Hermione was so buried in a haze of cock-addiction, that she barely registered her boyfriend's cock beginning to throb and pulse until, with a whine of protest, she was dragged off his cock by Katie.

Before she could object, not wanting to lose her reward or let the other girl hog her boyfriend's saliva-soaked manhood, Hermione found herself having to dive on his shaft as Katie did the same. The two girls slurped up the cock-churned mess of spit, their lips stained with the evidence of fellating Harry, uncaring even as they found themselves twisting their tongues around his cockhead and each-other in a sloppy, dick-filled kiss.

Under a double assault by two eager mouths, and with Katie's hand cupping his throbbing sack, there was no resisting. With a thrust of his hips driving his cock against their faces, Harry erupted with his climax. His load shot into the air, a spurting fountain of creamy jizz that plastered both girls faces with a thick coating of hot, salty seed. Hermione, a consummate cumslut, experienced her very first facial in utter rapture, having never before notswallowed her boyfriend's cum, having him fill her mouth so she could slurp down her treat.

This time, she was getting a good glaze of cum, enough to leave not just her features, but Katie's face too, utterly soaked with spunk, pumping rope after rope of jizz onto the two eager cumsluts' faces. Katie, though fresh to the debauchery, was massaging her teammate's balls with one hand, while her other joined Hermione in jacking him off, making sure every last drop of semen coated their cum-soaked faces and stained their lips.

With both Hermione and Harry in a post-climax fugue, Katie leaned forward, her tongue sweeping up the last drips of cum that clung to his cockhead, and turned to the younger brunette, pressed her lips and tongue to the other girl's mouth, both of them coated in jizz. Almost automatically, Hermione accepted the kiss, licking up the silvery glaze from the sporty girl's lips as Katie did the same to her, leaving them both with a pool of semen on their tongues which they showed to Harry before diving into a greedy cum-swapping kiss, exchanging the thick, potent seed between them a few times before they swallowed it.

"Budge up slut." Katie finally said, smacking Hermione's arse to make room for her to sit next to them on the sofa. "Hey stud, glad to see you've got the volume to indulge this one here. You cum like a fucking horse."

"How long were you-" Hermione, still recovering from a rough mouth-fuck, began, only to be interrupted by a little burp, flushing red as she realised that it was from the cum she'd just swallowed.

"I never left, you two were just too wrapped up in each-other to notice. I only realised what my slutty teammate and his sluttier-still little girlfriend were up to, well, the spanking was a good clue, but your discussion on the merits of taking an ass-fucking were a big hint too." Katie grinned, casually sliding one hand down Hermione's arse while slipping the other under her own skirt.

A comfortable silence persisted for a minute before Harry broke it.

"Aren't you going to... y'know..." he made a gesture towards his face.

Katie paused frigging herself and instead lifted her fingers to her cheek, examining the thick jizz that came away on them, and with a loud slurp, cleaned off two of them before offering the other two to Hermione who only hesitated for a moment before greedily indulging in sucking her boyfriend's seed off the other girl's fingers, the back of her mind noting those same fingers had just come from Katie's pussy.

"It would be a crime not to savour having so much of a stud's jizz painting my face." grinned Katie, returning to playing with herself. "I'm sure Hermione would agree with me." she winked at the younger girl who was frantically nodding, her facial features absolutely soaked in a hot, wet, silvery glaze of Harry's seed. "Now, are you two going to sit with Angie and Alicia on the train, I'm sure you'll want to indulge yourselves, and if you don't mind a peanut gallery and the risk of audience participation..."

Hermione looked at Harry, wide-eyed, but her cheeks, beneath the coating of seed, were flushed with excitement. He knew at that moment, that any hope of using the ride home – and wasn't that an idea, home– for summer planning, had just gone out of the window. His slutty little girlfriend had always had a slightly awkward crush on the Amazonian older Gryffindor chasers, and frankly, he thought the idea of the two, ripped, caramel and chocolate-skinned girls playing with her, bookish, petite and pale…