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Hogwarts starts at 15, all characters depicted in the story are over the age of 18.
As Harry Potter rode the Hogwarts Express back to London, he was overwhelmed with a sense of boredom. The grey landscape of England passed by the windows in a blur, and all he could do was watch. Nothing seemed to spark any excitement in him anymore. He'd fucked all the women and won all the duels – another head-to-head with Voldemort sounded interesting, but Harry would be safe behind wards for the rest of the summer, so he had two long months of mind-numbing peace to look forward to.
Harry tore his eyes away from the windows and to Hermione, who sat in the seat opposite him, reading. She wore a white blouse, the top of her buttons undone to give him a good view of her cleavage, and a short skirt, far shorter than Hogwarts rules dictated. The way she kept shifting in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs, Harry could tell Hermione wanted to whet his appetite, so he would rip off her clothes and fuck her then and there.
Harry thought about it for a few seconds, then dismissed it. It was the same old thing. He'd fucked Hermione more times than he could count, in every possible way. And he'd fucked the rest of the girls in his year just as often. Susan Bones once rode him in the Hogwarts baths while Hannah Abbot sucked on his balls and he'd had the Parvati twins on top of each other as he alternated between fucking one and the other. Just a few weeks ago, he'd gone into the Gryffindor dorms and fucked Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati, one after another. But these treats had lost their flavour. Harry couldn't even pretend to himself that any of these conquests were a challenge. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, the most gifted student Hogwarts had seen since Dumbledore, and every girl dropped her panties if Harry so much looked at her with interest.
Harry sometimes wished he were like other people. Ron Weasley would cum in his pants if he so much as glimpsed Hermione naked. And Harry couldn't even imagine what Neville Longbottom would do if Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria offered to suck him off together if he made sure to humiliate Malfoy during the Quidditch match (something that Harry had planned on doing anyway, and those minxes knew it).
Harry supposed that didn't count. Those girls didn't belong to him, whereas Hermione did, and Neville knew it. He was too much of a pussy to even try to get her into bed, but some of the Slytherins might. And what if it turned out that Hermione only fucked Harry for financial benefits she expected further down the line, but in truth she was desperately unsatisfied?
Crabbe and Goyle seemed like the type who'd take advantage of loosened inhibitions at a party and take away a giggling Hermione as she simultaneously encouraged their advances and repeated that she wasn't that type of girl. Crabbe and Goyle would push her to her knees and whip out their dicks, and as Hermione reached out tentatively to wrap her fingers around their cocks, she'd beg them not to tell Harry. Harry could hear those two gorillas laughing at Harry's humiliation as they took turns fucking Hermione's mouth, then unloading on her face and leaving her covered in their cum.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and found his cock had gone hard. It wasn't his usual erection, the erection of the past couple of months that barely got him by, but an erection that could punch a hole through the wall.
I have to make it happen, Harry thought. But the summer vacations had just begun, Hermione and the two gorillas wouldn't see each other for months. Then Harry's eyes zeroed in on Hermione. She would spend the summer with him at the Dursley residence, and Harry could name two men living there who would like nothing better than to fuck a slag like her and humiliate Harry in the process.
Hermione agreed the second Harry explained his idea. Of course she did. The little slut liked to present the picture of a hard-working student to the outside world, but behind the façade hid a submissive little vixen who liked nothing better than to follow every one of Harry's commands.
He thought about adjusting Hermione's clothes before they arrived at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, but decided against it. Let the Dursleys think she was a good girl that they could turn into a slut. And besides, Hermione's outfit was sexy enough as it was – all she had to do was pop open another button.
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend from now on," Harry said. He'd thought about which scenario would work better – should he play the part of the cuckold boyfriend or the dude caught in the friend zone, and decided to go with the former. The thought of stealing Harry's hot girlfriend would definitely spur Dudley and Vernon on.
"Sure," Hermione said as she applied some lipstick.
"And remember, you have to play the part of the coy little slut who can't say no to cock, alright? The Dursleys like their women passive, so let him come to you."
Hermione smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You mean, act like he's the first guy who's realized what a slut I really am?"
"Yeah, exactly!"
"I can do that," Hermione said. She licked her lips as she stared at Harry and pushed out her chest.
"Save that for Dudley," Harry said with a laugh, and suddenly the English countryside didn't seem as dreary as it had earlier.
Harry and Hermione stepped off the Hogwarts Express about an hour later. Hermione had her robes on while Harry dragged their trunks behind him. They waved to their friends, shouting their goodbyes, then hurrying across the platform and through the barrier.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia waited for them there. Harry's Aunt, with her horse-like features, stood with her signature pinched expression, one that she adopted every time Harry was in the vicinity. Uncle Vernon didn't look much better at first, as though there were a thousand places he'd rather be, but then he laid eyes on Hermione and his entire demeanor changed. Gotcha, Harry thought as he noted that Uncle Vernon seemed to have lost a lot of weight over the course of the year as well – his shoulders were suddenly more prominent than his gut.
"Hey Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia," Harry said as he came to stand before them. "This is my girlfriend Hermione. She'll be staying with us this summer."
Aunt Petunia crossed her arms. "And what makes you think—"
"We'd be happy to have her," Uncle Vernon exclaimed, smiling brightly. "Of course we will. Welcome, darling." Uncle Vernon even bent down to kiss Hermione's hand and Harry didn't miss the hungry look he gave her as he pressed his lips to her hand.
"Thank you, sir, I'm looking forward to it," Hermione replied shyly.
"Come, come, let me carry that trunk for you to the car." Uncle Vernon took it off Harry's hands, and so the group proceeded to the parking lot, with Vernon looking over his shoulder every ten paces to check Hermione out.
The same trend continued in the car – Uncle Vernon quickly adjusted his rear view mirror so he could watch Hermione, and the little vixen gave him his money's worth. She practically posed for him, pushing out her tits or stretching for his enjoyment. Harry saw it all happen and kept smiling to himself. This would be even better than he thought.
When they reached Number 4, Privet Drive, Uncle Vernon once again offered to carry Hermione's things. "We don't want your boyfriend crumbling under the weight, now do we?" Uncle Vernon chortled and made sure to make it clear how easily he could pick up the trunks.
Harry laughed along with Aunt Petunia and Hermione. They walked up the garden path to the house, and the second they were through the front door, Uncle Vernon called out, "Dudley, get down here, we've got visitors!"
"What?" came a muffled shout.
"We've got visitors, get down here!" Uncle Vernon thundered.
They heard the door open and then the footsteps coming down the stairs as Dudley said, annoyed, "I was just playing with—" He went quiet when he caught sight of Hermione. Harry noted Dudley had lost a lot of weight as well. Gone was the fat kid who'd run out of breath climbing the stairs, replaced by strong-armed, broad-shouldered jock who stood a head taller than Harry.
"This is Harry's girlfriend, Hermione," Uncle Vernon said, grinning in a way Harry didn't like. "She'll be staying with us for the rest of the summer."
"Really?" Dudley's annoyance was quickly replaced by interest. "Nice to meet you, Hermione. I'm Dudley."
Harry saw Hermione check Dudley out. She smiled coyly and said, "Nice to meet you too, Dudley."
Dudley smiled as though it was the answer he was hoping for and said, "Let me help you carry those trunks upstairs, it'll take Harry a month if he does it on his own."
Hermione giggled at the joke, and Harry plastered a clueless smile on his face.
After they got settled in, Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day hanging out with Dudley and the rest of the Dursley family, and the trend of Dursley men taking subtle jabs at Harry continued.
As they sat in the living room, sipping tea, they told embarrassing stories about Harry from the days before Hogwarts, and whenever Hermione giggled or made eyes at either of them, they ate it up. Not that Harry enjoyed himself any less. It had been years since anyone had made fun of him in public since most people were too busy kissing his ass. Harry laughed along as though he was in on the jokes, as though he hadn't noticed how desperate Dudley and Uncle Vernon were to humiliate him. Hermione sat between him and Dudley, and she stayed turned in his cousin's direction the entire time, not even bothering to look Harry's way.
Once he got tired of mocking Harry, Dudley switched track. He looked Hermione over and said, "How'd a beautiful girl like you end up with a guy like Potter anyway?"
"Actually, I asked him out on a date, I got tired of waiting for him to gather the courage," Hermione said.
"What?" Dudley looked outraged. "A girl like you shouldn't be asking guys out, you should be fighting them off!"
"That's what I told him!" Hermione said, giggling.
Harry shrugged with the same clueless smile. "What can I say? I didn't want to mess it up."
"Oh, pish posh, you need to be decisive with women," Uncle Vernon said, sitting in his favourite armchair. "A fine piece of ass like Hermione needs to be treated properly."
Hermione blushed and looked down, while Harry frowned at his Uncle. "She's not a piece of ass, she's the love of my life." Harry looked at Hermione, his eyes full of love.
"Thanks, darling," Hermione replied, but it sounded forced, like she didn't mean it. Harry saw Dudley try to hide a smirk.
Harry looked at his watch. "Oh, it's time we went for a walk." He stood and smiled at the Dursleys. "I have to go for a stroll with her every day, or I never hear the end of it." Throwing in a nervous chuckle for good measure, he looked at Hermione, "Coming?"
"Uh." Hermione glanced at Uncle Vernon. Clearly, she wanted to stay with them, but she put on a wooden smile and said, "Sure, yeah."
Over the next couple of days, Dudley became bolder. He turned his attention away from humiliating Harry and focused almost exclusively on Hermione. Dudley complimented her clothes and her hair, he made her laugh and grow ever more comfortable in his presence. Often it seemed as though Harry wasn't even present – Hermione made only marginal attempts to include him in the various conversations, but for the most part, she looked like a lamb under Dudley's spotlight, happy for his attention but too afraid to invite him any further. Of course, Dudley found it irresistible.
On the third evening of their stay at Privet Drive, Harry went to get a shower and when he returned downstairs, he found Dudley and Hermione in the kitchen. Dudley had her cornered, his massive frame cutting off every escape, caressing her face with gentle fingers while Hermione struggled to meet his eyes.
"…you know, a plain girl like you should do everything she can to make herself attractive in the eyes of the men in her life," Dudley said, and his fingers went to her chin, forcing her to look up.
"Like—Like what?" Hermione asked, squirming.
"You need to get rid of these clothes, for one," Dudley said. Hermione was wearing a thick sweater and some corduroy pants. "We men, we like to see some flesh. And put on some make-up, for God's sake, you look like one of those uppity bitches who don't put out."
Hermione nodded, playing the part of the hapless little tart to perfection, before she fled the kitchen, leaving Dudley chuckling in her wake. But the next morning, as they all sat in the dining room, eating breakfast, Hermione came down wearing booty shorts that left half her ass exposed and a white top. Hermione had also neglected to wear a bra, so they could all see her nipples poking through the fabric, and she'd put on all her make-up.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon wolf-whistled when she appeared, while Harry went slack-jawed in disbelief. "I thought you said you didn't like those shorts when I asked you to wear them?" Harry said, looking her over.
Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, but Harry saw her eyes flicker to Dudley who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "I changed my mind."
"A good thing, too," Uncle Vernon said. "You're finally dressing like a real woman ought to."
It occurred to Harry that the two Dursley men were discovering for the first time how sexy Hermione was. They'd had no doubt of her beauty, but her clothes had done little to accentuate her body until now, and Harry saw them take note of Hermione's big tits that bounced with her every step and the curve of her firm ass.
"Come, sit here next to me," Dudley said, patting the empty chair to his left.
Hermione smiled happily, looking all too pleased that Dudley found her pleasing, and nodded. She loaded her plate with eggs, ham, and bread, bending over to show off her cleavage and her ass whenever she could, then went to take her seat. The moment her ass settled on the chair, Harry saw Dudley's left hand shift toward Hermione under the table. She went stiff under his touch, immediately looking at Harry to see if he'd noticed, and Harry quickly pretended to give the food his undivided attention. From the corner of his eye, though, he could see Hermione's blush grow, and he could only imagine Dudley's hand climbing up her thigh toward her pussy.
Then his cousin took it further: Dudley grabbed Hermione's hand softly and guided it toward his crotch. Hermione didn't fight him, but it seemed everyone at the table was watching Harry to see if he'd noticed.
"What?" Harry asked when he saw all of them looking at him. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, no," Uncle Vernon said with a chortle. "Say, Harry, what are your plans for today?"
"Nothing special." And Harry wasn't lying. There wasn't much to do at Privet Drive, which is why he'd come up with the summer's entertainment in the first place. "I thought of going for a short run. Dudley, you wouldn't mind keeping Hermione busy while I'm away, right?"
Dudley looked at Hermione and smirked. "Of course not."
Harry had to hand it to him, Dudley was disguising the movements of his arm quite well, but Harry could tell he was stroking Hermione's pussy through her shorts. "Thanks, man, I appreciate it." Then Harry looked at Uncle Vernon. "What about you, Uncle?"
"Oh, nothing, I think I'll just watch the telly with Pet, won't we?"
"Uh, Dad, didn't you say you had to go to the supermarket?" Dudley asked.
"What?" Uncle Vernon frowned. "I don't remember that."
"Yeah, yesterday, you said you'd run out of steaks for the freezer." Dudley made sure to give his father a meaningful look; he even had to glance at Hermione before the old bugger got the message.
"Oh, you're right, I remember now." Uncle Vernon looked at Aunt Petunia. "We'll have to leave after breakfast, Pet, I want to be back before lunch."
Aunt Petunia sighed and nodded. "Fine, fine."
After breakfast finished, everyone went about their business. Harry got ready for a run, putting on his running shoes, his shorts, and an old t-shirt, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon got dressed, got in the car, and drove off.
When Harry got ready to leave, he found Hermione and Dudley in the kitchen, making tea. "Alright, I'll be back in half an hour, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dudley said without looking at Harry, waving his hand over his shoulder. "Enjoy yourself." Hermione didn't even say anything, just kept staring at Dudley, the look in her eyes a mixture of apprehension and lust.
Harry made a loud show of unlocking the door, stepping out, and closing the door behind him, but then he immediately silenced his footsteps, put on his invisibility cloak, and quietly slipped back into the house. By the time he made it to the kitchen, Hermione was flushed, breathing deeply, while Dudley groped her tits.
"… want to see it?" he said.
"I—I shouldn't," Hermione replied, averting her gaze.
"Don't lie to me, darling," Dudley said with a grin, took her hand and pressed it to his crotch. Hermione's dainty hand molded around the bulge in Dudley's pants. "You want it, don't you?"
"I—" Hermione's breath caught in her throat and then, as though in spite of herself, she nodded.
"Pull it out then."
Hermione bit her lip then grabbed his waistband and pulled down his pants with one hand while she reached out and grasped his cock with the other. Even at half-mast, it was so thick her fingers could barely wrap around it, and Hermione gasped when she got her first glimpse of it. Harry had to give it to her – she looked as though it was the most magnificent thing she'd ever seen, as though the mere sight of it was enough to make her knees go weak and her pussy wet.
Dudley grabbed her by the ass and pinned her to him, leaning down to kiss her. Harry saw his tongue plunder her mouth as Hermione melted into his arms. Her hand, still wrapped around his cock, seemed to start stroking Dudley on its own, and Harry heard a low growl leave his throat.
"D'you like it?" he asked.
"It's so—so big," Hermione replied, her voice a helpless whine.
"This is the kind of cock a slag like you should be servicing, not whatever pencil Potter's got in his pants," Dudley said, laughing. "Now, why don't you go on your knees and give it a little kiss?"
Hermione looked up, frightened as though she hadn't expected things to go that far, but then she looked down at Dudley's cock again and it seemed as though she couldn't help herself. "You promise you won't tell Harry, right?" she asked even as she went down on her knees.
"I promise, darling," Dudley said, grinning as his hand went to the top of her head.
"Okay." Hermione faced his cock, nearly went cross-eyed at the size of it, and gave the tip a little kiss. "But this is just one time, alright?"
"Whatever you say." Dudley grabbed his cock with one hand and smeared the tip across Hermione's lips. Then he pushed forward, Hermione's lips parted for him, taking his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, yes," Dudley said, closing his eyes in pleasure as Hermione started sucking him off. Her lips tightened around his shaft, her cheeks hollowed, and she allowed Dudley's hands to guide her up and down his shaft, deciding how much she'd take into her mouth. "Potter doesn't deserve a girl like you. You should always be servicing real men like me on the side."
Having been on the receiving end of Hermione's legendary blowjobs, Harry knew exactly how much Dudley was enjoying himself, and he felt his cock get hard in his pants. He hadn't been so horny in months.
"Am I doing it right?" Hermione asked as she pulled Dudley's cock out of her mouth and started kissing his shaft.
"Oh, yes," Dudley replied. "Just keep going." Just to make sure, there would be no confusion about what he meant, he fed her his cock again.
Harry stepped a little closer so he could appreciate every part of the sexy scene unfolding before him – Hermione, on her knees, her back arch as she stroked Dudley and sucked him at the same time, looking up at him the entire time as though she was desperate for his approval.
Soon enough, drool started to spill from her mouth, and Hermione gathered in expertly with her hands and spread it across Dudley's cock, getting it nice and wet as she started stroking him with both hands.
Dudley, however, had run out of patience. He put both hands on Hermione's head and started thrusting forward, fucking her face. His cock soon began hitting the back of Hermione's throat and Hermione could do nothing but kneel there and take it as drool spilled from her mouth and her mascara spilled down her cheeks.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Dudley chanted as his climax approached, then he pulled out of her mouth at the last second and started stroking himself. One spurt of cum after another landed on Hermione's face. She even opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, which seemed to drive Dudley to an even greater frenzy.
By the time he was finished, Hermione was kneeling before him with his cum dripping down her face, and more than a little of it gathered on her tongue. Dudley smiled down at her. "Swallow."
Hermione made a big show of it, then opened her mouth again to prove it.
"Good girl." Dudley patted her on the head as he tucked his cock back in her pants. "You should probably go get cleaned up before your boyfriend comes back." With that, Dudley left the kitchen to go back to his room, while Hermione stared after him, her face smudged with his cum.
Only then did Harry noticed that sight of Hermione on her knees like that, wrecked, had made him cum.
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