It was the second day of Halloween week; that shit was crazy last night, you thought wryly as you stepped out of your dormitory and into the corridor outside. It seemed that everyone had been drinking heavily since the party/breeding event/invasion because most of the students were staggering around looking bleary-eyed and hungover. The halls were filled with chatter and laughter, people bustling about carrying trays or books, chatting excitedly to each other, or just walking along silently with their heads down, lost in their own thoughts. You snuck quietly by groups of confusedly jocularly intoxicated students, earning one or two dark scowls but no more serious acknowledgment, and ducked around another trio, who were occupied by loudly sharing their alcohol-fueled personal experiences over the festivities. They all paused mid-speech to follow your progress and watched with hungry malevolent glares as you disappeared down the nearest unlit stairway, safe in your cocooned ignorance and cloistered glee. Geez, people were so judgmental just cause you had been dating that bitchb-boy Potter and were getting dicked down by evil cock!

But while all the Gryfinndors shunned you, holding you at arms length with icy contempt and mocking looks, you noticed you also had several stares of deep fascination from many of the Slytherin students; always pairs of glinting brown eyes watching your flanks as you darted past or skirted round. The eyes would look at you in open assessment, but most had a noticeable burning lust behind the gaze like you were a holy virgin or something!

Gah, you had to get to potions class fast! You hurried down the stairs and turned left at the bottom of them into a narrow stone passageway heading towards the dungeons. As you walked the passageway you noticed a strange smell coming from ahead - sweet and spicy like candyfloss on a hot summer day, mixed with something sharp and musky. It grew stronger as you approached until finally, you came to the entrance of the potions class. You fumbled with your wand as you walked, finally unlocking the door and entering the dark and smelly chamber. You made your way over to where Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, stirring a bubbling cauldron of some kind of goo with his wand. His long, wiry black hair hung loosely over his face, which was currently obscured by an angry scowl as he stirred his ingredients vigorously with his wand, sending up little puffs of steam every so often as he mixed something into the goop.

"Well then… shall we begin?" he demanded, not even bothering to look at the class as he spoke.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the potion exploded into a blinding cloud of smoke and flames, engulfing you and several other students nearby. You covered your eyes and screamed as you fell backwards onto the ground, the burning potion soaking your robes and setting them alight before your horrified eyes. The entire class was now engulfed in a blazing inferno, and Professor Snape was nowhere to be seen;it seemed as though he had vanished into thin air! The only thing that had saved you from being completely burned alive was that Professor Dumbledore had appeared just then with his famous wand outstretched towards the flames raging all around you;a long wand shot out of it like magic itself, extinguishing every last flame before they could harm anyone else! You sat up quickly as Professor Dumbledore's wand vanished once more into his robes; he surveyed everyone for damage before turning back towards Professor Snape's cauldron, which was still vigorously bubbling away inside of its green smokey haze! "Professor Snape!" Dumbledore shouted from somewhere far away where he stood watching over everything that went on in this classroom! "What on earth did you put into that potion?" he demanded angrily.!

"Oh my goodness me!" Professor Snape cried out in fright! "I don't know what came over me! This was supposed to be animal fat!" He exclaimed frantically! "I swear on my life I didn't put anything else in it!" he protested.

"You lie!" Dumbledore barked at him. "Why do I even bother asking questions? If you're not going to tell me the truth, then I'll just have to take matters into my own hands!" With that, he took another step forward and lifted his wand once more towards the bubbling cauldron...

A sudden blast of lightning flashed from Dumbledore's wand and struck Snape in the back, sending him flying against the wall with a sickening CRACK! His eyes were wide with shock, as if they couldn't believe what had just happened, and then he collapsed to the floor without so much as a whimper! He lay there unmoving, his long black robes smoking and smoldering slightly as they draped around him like a cloak of death!

Dumbledore stepped carefully over Snape and made his way over to where Snape's cauldron was sitting. He picked it up by the handle, careful not to spill any potion onto his robes, and held it out in front of him to get a good look at what was inside. "Well, well… what do we have here?" Dumbledore murmured, peering at the contents of the cauldron. "A potion for growing beards..."

A loud bell rang, and Dumbledore looked up as students began to file in. He placed his wand carefully into his robes and turned towards the class. "Class dismissed," he called out briskly. Students scrambled to leave, some dashing away with the speed of a startled bunny rabbit and others taking their time to avoid being trampled on in the rush to get out the door. You hurried after them and quickly found yourself outside again in the cool autumn air as the bell continued to ring behind you.

Hermione was waiting for you outside the potions classroom. She took your arm and pulled you close before saying huskily, "Let's go back to my dorm room."

You blushed furiously and nodded. The two of you headed down to her dormitory which was across campus from yours, a short walk through the deserted corridors of the castle. It wasn't long before you were sitting together on her bed with Hermione in her nightgown looking up at you. She licked her lips suggestively as she watched your eyes dart down to her cleavage, which was only partially concealed by her thin, white nightgown. Her full breasts jutted out proudly as she leaned forward in her chair.

"I think it's time you learn how to suck a cock, don't you?" she asked.

You smiled nervously. "I think I'd be okay…" You muttered shyly.

She laughed at that, a low sexy laugh which made you blush even harder. She pushed you down onto the bed and straddled your hips so you could look up at her face as she slowly stripped off her nightgown to reveal her soft creamy breasts, hard brown nipples, and thick bush! Your eyes widened in shock as she bent forward and pressed her tongue against your lips. You tried to speak but she kissed you roughly before pushing your mouth open and forcing her tongue inside.

You whimpered as she pushed her body into yours and sucked on your tongue hungrily. She pulled back for just a moment to take a breath and looked down at you, her dark eyes gleaming with lust as she slid her hands over the smooth skin of your stomach and ran them over your ribs as they sank lower... You moaned softly when she took hold of the waistband of your loose pants and started pulling it down over your hips...

"I think you're ready now..." She murmured huskily as she reached underneath your waistband.

"What are you doing?" You asked quietly as she slipped a hand to your anus. Your face felt suddenly flushed, hot and excited all at once!

"Giving you what you've been wanting!" Hermione replied. "I know you want to feel a nice hard cock in your ass..." she said huskily as she pushed one finger inside you!

You gasped and tried to stop her, but Hermione's grip was strong and held firm; her fingernails were digging into the soft flesh of your ass, making it burn and tingle pleasantly! She thrust another finger inside you before spreading your cheeks with her hands and pushing her fingers against the tight muscle wall that guarded your anus, slowly working them inside until she had three buried deeply in you and could feel the spongy warmth of your insides around her digits!

"Oh yes," she breathed, looking up at you with lustful eyes and stroking your cheek with her hand. "You've been waiting for this haven't you?" You moaned softly and nodded, feeling her fingers moving in and out of you with practiced skill as you rocked your hips back against her.

She grinned wickedly at you and then bent forward and bit your neck, just below your ear, causing you to shudder uncontrollably as pleasure flooded through your body. "It feels so good, doesn't it? You're such a slut!"

You looked down between your legs where you could see the outline of Hermione's fingers disappearing inside you as she slid them in and out with long smooth strokes, slowly filling you with her hot, slick digits. You whimpered softly, your whole body trembling with pleasure as Hermione teased you with her fingers, moving in and out of you like a jackhammer...

Then suddenly she withdrew her fingers from inside you and pushed them into your mouth, her long fingernails pressing into your tongue and scraping over your cheeks, making you shudder. You sucked on her fingers eagerly, licking at her knuckles as she seemed to prepare the both of you.

After a thorough coating, she returned her hand to your now-loosened ass. "There we go," she murmured, and then slowly slid one thick finger back into you. "Good," she muttered, smiling down at you, "That's it," and continued to push in new fingers one after another, stretching you open and loosening you up, her other hand reaching down between her own legs and pushing aside her robes, revealing her wet pink folds and fat throbbing clit which stood proudly and stiffly away from her pussy lips and was dripping with clear juice!

"Look at that," Hermione said huskily, "Isn't that beautiful?"

You whimpered and nodded, too aroused and excited to speak, and looked up to find Hermione watching you avidly. She continued to thrust into you, slipping fingers in and out in a rhythm. She took your hand and pulled it towards her own slick, glistening mound.

"Here..." she murmured, pushing your fingers inside herself so you could feel just how wet she was already as she slid your palm around the fleshy curve of her swollen clit... "And here..." she whispered huskily as you felt the entirety of her hand slip into you. "And there..." She began thumping her fist into a wall deep within you; you could feel the orgasm begin to build inside you, growing bigger and tighter by the second!

"Yes!" Hermione gasped suddenly, pulling your hand from between her legs and pushing both hands over her soft round breasts where you started squeezing them firmly while she ground her hand back into you, pounding into you with her fist as her whole body trembled with pleasure, "I'm gonna cum, Y/N! I'm gonna cum all over that little virgin ass of yours! Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

She cried out, a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure, and then her whole body shuddered with an almost unbearable tension before finally giving way with a deep rippling spasm which sent a hot wave of pleasure through every cell in your body as her fingers convulsed inside you. Your orgasm seemed to last for a lifetime, your insides clenching and unclenching as they milked Hermione for all she had, drawing on the orgasm like a wellspring, draining you of every last ounce of power until there was nothing left but the lingering, pleasurable aftershocks that tingled up through your legs and made your toes curl...

Then Hermione collapsed onto the bed beside you and lay there panting softly, staring at the ceiling as the euphoria slowly ebbed away and returned to your body... You smiled down at her as her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered open. She looked over and grinned back at you shyly and you reached out to brush the stray strands of hair from her face and tousle them gently behind her ears.

"I don't think you'll be getting up any time soon..." She murmured and snuggled against you happily as she pulled your arm over her shoulder. You were tired, so very tired and happy just to be holding her and to feel the warmth of her breath in your ear as she whispered quietly to you. "Did I do alright?"

"Yeah..." you muttered, your eyelids suddenly heavy with sleepiness, "You did good."

And then she fell asleep again, snuggling deeper into your arms, content to stay in this moment of comfort for a little while longer... (they didn't even wash their hands?)

The next morning you awoke slowly from the warmth of Hermione's body pressed against yours and the sound of birds singing in the trees outside. You looked over at Hermione who was still asleep but smiling peacefully in her dreams and felt yourself stirring.

You slipped out from underneath Hermione and stretched, yawning widely as you rolled off the bed and padded across to the door, opening it slightly and peeking out into the hallway. It was empty. A commotion could be heard from the direction of the dining hall, but it was oddly silent in Hogwarts. Apparently many of the students had gone home for this very first day of Halloween week. You quickly returned to the bed and gather your clothes, throwing them on in haste. You couldn't risk being late!

Your jaunt to the hall was interrupted when you spotted Professor McGonagall standing in front of you. "Ah, Y/N," she said pleasantly enough, though her expression was stern and disapproving. "I heard you've been skipping classes with Hermione,"

You mumbled something but idk you were just way too sleepy to figure out what it was.

"Naughty. Come along now."

She led you to her office, a small room with a large desk piled high with papers and books and two chairs facing each other opposite the door. McGonagall gestured for you to take one of the seats, and you sat down carefully, looking up at her expectantly. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands.

"Now, Y/N," she said seriously, "What happened yesterday? What did you get up to with Miss Granger?"

Her tone was serious, but also curious, and you took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Well..." You began hesitantly, "We weren't actually doing anything wrong, Professor McGonagall. We're just friends, we didn't mean to skip class or whatever, really."

"But you did, Y/N," she cut in, raising her eyebrows, "And you know what happens to people caught breaking school rules, don't you?"

You shook your head, not wanting to speak. McGonagall sighed and stood up, walking towards you and taking your chin firmly in her hand, forcing you to look directly into her eyes as she spoke.

"Do you understand why I'm going to punish you?" Her voice was low and firm, and you nodded silently, swallowing thickly.

"Good girl." She purred approvingly, stroking your cheek tenderly, "It seems I need to teach you some manners."

With that, she pushed you roughly backwards onto the chair and knelt on top of you, straddling your thighs and pinning your wrists above your head with one strong hand. You whimpered faintly, feeling helpless under her weight as she grabbed hold of your robes and ripped them violently apart, exposing your nakedness and making you blush hotly with embarrassment as McGonagall stared down at you. She giggled like a kitty-cat and then dropped her trousers with a rustle and a squelch right down onto her boots, her huge dark bush spilling forth from her knickers where the fabric seemed unable to hold back it's powerful roots. Her beastial mound was slick and wet and dripping already, and she swivelled and positioned it neatly above your face where you gasped quietly, gasping again as she lowered her wet sex, twitching and flexing eagerly over your open mouth. You started sucking furiously on the thing's immense thick bush, tugging and slurping on her large slippery labia, desperate to show McGonagall exactly the sort of obedient and pleasant slut would be for a good grade.

The feeling of being used by this evil old hag only served to drive you more mad with desire. She giggled in giddy delight and rocked forward so that she could wrap one meaty thigh over your face, trapping it against you and blocking out the rest of your view. You moaned out as a wave of dizziness overtook you from having all your senses taken but taste , while her large sweaty body pushed you into the chair and fucked your face.

Her grunting was louder as she worked you over, making wet, needy, pleasurable noises into your mouth as your jaw shuddered. After a moment she stilled, rocking in place to ease her stiff cunt over your mouth, letting you have the final satisfaction of tasting the residual slick from her pussy as well as the musty and bitter scent of her loins. After another minute she pulled back roughly and you breathed hard through gritted teeth.

She spat, looking you in the eye, "Y/N,"

You huffed and struggled into a kneeling position on the floor , glowering at her in exasperation, "Miss- your-" you stumbled, reaching out a hand for her hips as she stepped back down beside you, "Hm? Yes Y/N ?" She narrowed her eyes slightly and leaned into your ear, nuzzling your hair like a housewife tending her fire while her soft dank folds lingered near your lips in playful invitation.

Her lewd breathing, wet gulp-gulps and animalistic snarls made you go mad with heat. "Yes Ma'am !" You gasped. Your tone was clear of fear now, though if pressed you wouldn't really be able to justify that fact to yourself with anything other than lust .

Her maw curled into a devilish smile as you breathed deeply from her cavernous vulva, her heat seething in her juices like a living creature, sending shudders down your spine with every warm gasp.

She moved even closer then, speaking low to be heard over the fire of desire licking around your innermost being like the tongues of the flames on a summer's day and wrapped an arm tightly around your waist to hold you to her heaving thighs as she scooted backwards into the room to clear a space.

She turned as she made way so that you were leaning on your back foot against the wall and looking into her wide-spread, waiting vulva.

"Now you come, my pet. Make sure you get down here between my thick thighs and shove your face between the cheeks of my cunt to suckle at my pussy lips until it overflows with cream from your tongue, do you understand me?" Her voice was so thick, wet, dark and cat-like it practically melted the air all around the sound. Her thick clit was glistening with a smear of fluid. The heat of her thighs was radiating right through to you, sending a jolt of adrenaline to the brain as if to call the most hidden parts of the anatomy into play at a moment's notice.

Well ok! You did as you were instructed and leaned forward to lap at her dripping heat. Her hands found themselves clutching your hair and forcing your face against her wide vulva.

Her stank filled your senses like the heavy, delicious aroma of a jar of cooked capers. Her wet folds stretched and contorted into something else to fit inside you, slithering up in place so that your muzzle pressed to her bush like an open mouth. Her insides squeezed you into an inviting but precarious position, her knees spreading apart just enough to show a pathway to her holes as well as leaving no place for you to go. It was not difficult for you to work your head lower, forcing her mound upwards against your face as your jaw pulled upwards desperately to latch over a larger mouthful of delicious slick.

This close to her cunt, there was barely room for your head between her splayed legs; it almost felt like you were engulfing her instead of her enveloping you. T tasting her thick honey gave you even more heat, more want for her. Every gulp had to be torn painfully between breath and jaw, but each was easier on the tongue to enjoy a bit more. As each moment went on her secretions became heavier, richer. The musky, earthy, somewhat acidic smell of a doused furball joined with her most fragrant curds and sours, growing and mixing to form the aroma of your dream woman as it mixed with the sounds of you gushing out loud muffled ohmfs, pursing and oohing every few minutes as you struggled to lap her slick flesh to exhaustion.

Her fluids and taste only encouraged your eagerness to service the wide opening her flesh presented. Your fingers gently trailed their way forth to the slope of her most forbidden petal, sinking into her puckered anus. It took quite a bit of pushing with your fingers to force them home amongst the warm sponginess she held within her depths. There, her greased insides beckoned to be caressed by your digits as they were shoved past her ring. Your motions felt so lewd and she seemed so thrilled to find her rectum filled with your fingers it was a mystery to both of you how she couldn't see just how entwined together your two souls had become at this point.

For minutes you devoured and gulped as your tongue laved at her slick-smoothness as your digits busied themselves exploring all within her foul clutch. Eventually you realized that McGonagall had gone rather still, panting and stifled in a manner you were having some trouble interpreting. Her movements, too, were less rigid or pressing and rather shudders and groans sent ripples along her folds each time the plop of your licking into her warm hole sounded. Was this even really her? This gentle groan when you fed, this shivering as you tapped gently at the buttflesh you couldn't quite bring into your view. Her thighs released your head and gave you the ability to look up from your ministrations to peer at the Professor, she was asleep! Merlin only knew how long she had been snoozing while you worked. You'd licked her into a trance for your own gratification it seems.

You slipped your fingers free, admiring the way they bloated from a lack of circulation, red and glazed.

As you got to your feet, you realized just how foul this whole process had been. Ew! Yuck! You gagged and licked your tongue quickly over your teeth and rubbed at your nostrils frantically in desperate attempts to rid yourself of her yeasty taste. You smelt your fingers. Gross! " How will I ever explain this!? " you looked up to the snoozing form of the once-respected Professor who now lay in a glistening and dewy heap. At your glance, however, her black bush twitched , then flexed its plush labia towards you and drizzled sweet dewy nectar from its confines. wtf. You had to get out of here.

Old hag better give you a good grade ! !