James had fantasized about this night for months. Years. Even when he was just a boy, studying in Hogwarts, he dreamed of Hermione Granger. When he was innocent and naive, he thought a life with her in the countryside was all he could ever wanted.

Of course, dreams were made to be brought down to reality. James, despite mustering up the courage to talk to her again and again, lost the battle for her heart. He thought he actually had a chance with her, even as that damn, red-haired bastard stole her heart away.

The hate James felt for Ron Weasley was comparable to his hate towards Potter. Possibly even more considering how Ron had stolen the one girl James ever felt love towards. Ron stole Hermione from him, trapping her in a loveless marriage.

Well, it was time for James to finally free Hermione. The hard part was how. He needed an in to save her. What the young man didn't even realize was how the last shreds of his feelings for her held him back.

For Ginny and Lily, who were on their knees sucking him off at the moment, it was easy to intrude into their lives, to just kidnap them and fuck them into submission. For Hermione, though, he wanted more special, more unique.

In a perfect world, she would willingly submit to him, give herself to him after realizing what he had done to her best friend's wife and child.

James closed his eyes, feeling Ginny and Lily's lips on his thick shaft. He took a steady breath in as Ginny was pushed down, her tongue sliding down his cock until she reached his balls. The funny part was that James didn't touch the slut. Lily had placed her hand on her own mother's head and pushed her down, while Lily, herself, was licking and kissing the tip of James' cock.

Lily was incredibly controlling towards her poor mother, a fact that James supported and enabled as much as he could. Still, as the two licked and sucked on his shaft, his mind imagined another. Hermione on his cock, licking it, her eyes staring into his.

The thought of her lips on his cock made him shudder, and took a deep breath as he came. Not from Ginny and Lily's very real lips on him, though they certainly thought so, but from Hermione.

His seed splattered against their faces and breasts as they gasped. They opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues, trying to catch the semen he gave them. Once his orgasm was over, the two took to licking one another, moaning out his name as he stared at them.

They were both beautiful, excellent slaves… but Herminone was infecting his mind. If he did not find a proper way to claim her, he might just go and take her like an animal. Heh. There was an idea… Just holding her down and fucking her.

Maybe she'd break just from looking at his cock. Lord knows he was bigger than that bastard Weasley. He'd prove it to her, and she wouldn't be able to resist him.

Just imagining him fucking her made his cock rise up again, and the two slaves marveled at how quickly their Master recovered, only for a sound to distract the three. Light tapping on the window, but by the time James turned to look at it, all he found was a letter press against the glass.

He stood up, leaving the two slaves to crawl after him. Ginny and Lily knew better than to walk unless their Master gave them permission. They moved on all fours, like animals as James opened the window and took the letter in his hand.

It must have been dropped off by an owl. James could still see the subtle scratches it left behind on the envelope, but what was most important was the identity of the sender.

Hermione Granger-Weasley. James felt an odd sense of happiness just from those two first words, though his mood quickly soured once he was reminded of his future slave's imprisonment.

Still, he couldn't help find it fortuitous that she would send him a letter after consuming his thoughts. He quickly opened it, ignoring his two slaves as they wrapped their arms around his legs and stared at his hard cock.

No doubt the two slaves wanted to get their lips and tongue on his shaft, but their Master was clearly ignoring them. They simply waited for their chance for more cum as James read the letter, a smile growing on his face.

Hermione, his sweet, dear Hermione, not only remembered James, a fact that others like Potter, Ginny, and Ron could not say the same for, but she wanted to see him for lunch tomorrow.

By the time he was done reading the letter, James had a proud grin on his face. Perhaps this was fate's way of assuring him he was on the right path. That the women in Potter's life, that Hermione especially, were owed to him. That he deserved to fuck and control them.

James effortlessly tore his legs away from the two sluts. Mother and daughter alike whined as he told them to entertain themselves. He wouldn't waste any more cum on them. He had to save some for his future slave.

As Lily dominated her mother, James smirked. Time to bring his dreams to life.

The small diner that the two met up at was a simple and humble place. One that James didn't care much for, but he sat with a cup of coffee and waited for his woman. She arrived, wearing a casual outfit that did nothing to hide her beauty.

He smiled as soon as he saw her, and to his joy, she returned the gesture. She sat down in front of him and the two made small talk.

When James spoke to Hermione, he was reminded of why he loved her. Her brilliant mind, her cleverness, her smile, everything about her made his heart leap and his smile shine. She was an amazing woman.

For a moment, James was almost a normal person. He lacked the rage and fire he had let burn inside him since the Battle of Hogwarts. Of course, it only took a moment for all of that to change, and for him to be reminded what he was doing and why.

"Ron has been utterly impossible lately." His eyebrow rose up as he looked at her scowling face. "He is absolutely driving me mad with his idiocy."

"It sounds like there's trouble in paradise."

"There would be, if what we had could ever be described as that," she replied with a huff. "I'm not sure how I've managed to deal with it for this long, but my patience is running thin. He is insufferable, selfish, and acts as though I contribute nothing to our home. I don't know what I'll do if this keeps up."

James reached a hand out, placing it on hers as he smiled. "Perhaps you need something new? What do you say to us going back home, we change into something more appropriate, and meet up for drinks?"

Hermione blinked, her eyes glancing at their linked hands, before turning towards him. "Appropriate for what exactly?" She didn't pull away, a fact that made James grin.

"Clubbing. Dancing. Drinking. All the stuff I'm sure Ron hasn't given you lately. When was the last time he took you out? Showed you off? Hell, danced with you?"

"Not since the night we got married, and even then he couldn't stop stepping on my feet," she sighed, avoiding his piercing eyes.

"You don't deserve that. You deserve better, my dear. Let me give you one night. Let me treat you how a wife should be treated." For a lack of a better word, James pleaded with her. This was his chance.

His 'special' way to claim Hermione. All she had to do was accept. He waited for her answer, the seconds ticking by like hours as she stared at their hands. Her fingers moved, gently holding his hand as she smiled.

"I think I'd like that, James."

A wide, and eager grin formed on the man's face. He was beaming as he nodded his head. "Go home. Change into something special, and then meet me at 'Salem's Pyre.'"

She nodded her head. The way she smiled at him, the way her fingers held his hand. It was obvious that Hermione was almost as excited for tonight as he was.

They met up at Salem's Pyre as agreed. James wore simple, dark clothes to the club. He hadn't even touched Ginny and Lily during his brief stop at home. He didn't want to waste his time with them and keep Hermione waiting. The sun had finished setting as he stood outside the club, his hands balled up into two fists as he looked up and down the street.

A moment of worry passed over him before he noticed her walking towards him, and her outfit nearly left his jaw on the ground. All his life, he knew Hermione as the proud academic, the intelligent and proper woman. She didn't dress up to seduce or to impress others, preferring functionality or fashion.

The most dressing up she ever did was for dances and balls, but this was different. This was no formal gown or simple dress, no, this was the outfit of a seductress. Hermione wanted James' eyes on her, and he swallowed spit down his throat as he savored her body.

The white blouse she was wore was practically see through. It clung to her body, accenting her beautiful frame as she walked towards him. The pencil skirt she wore had a similar effect to her blouse squeezing her body and helping accent her swaying hips. The short skirt exposed her long legs and flawless thighs as his eyes went down her slender frame. Her long heels clicked against the ground as she walked in them as if she had years of experience. Perhaps she did, and James was simply the first to notice.

As she got closer, James noticed something else about her choice in clothing. Something that brought an even wider smile to his face, if that was possible. Her blouse, on closer inspection, was practically see through. Through the thin fabric, Hermione was clearly wearing lingerie. The bra she wore was frilly, and any question of if the blouse was magical in nature fell on the way side as he was taken in by the erotic clothing.

The lingerie showed a different side of her, a side that James rather liked. The brunette smiled as she jutted her chest out towards him. It seems like she knew exactly where his eyes were, not that she tried to stop him.

"What do you think, James? You told me to dress for the occasion."

"Heh. It's… very nice, Hermione. I didn't know you wore glasses." Hermione seemed to chuckle at the statement, and James would have blushed if he were a weaker man.

"I'm glad you like my outfit." The brunette giggled as her eyes fluttered, almost as if she was inviting his gaze. "As for my glasses, they're not prescription. Just something I like to wear when I want to convince someone to do something for me?"

"Do something for you…?" James repeated, an amused smile on his face as her cheeks took an almost rosy hue.

"Oh. D-did I say that?" she giggled, her voice like a beautiful symphony in James' ears. "What I meant to say was, convince myself how… how nice I look." She lied to his face, and he smirked as her cheeks flushed red.

"Well, you've certainly convinced me. Of course, nice is a bit too weak for how you look I'd say divine, like a goddess or an angel."

"Oh, James…" she giggled once more, and the sound of it made James' heart race.

He just stared at her, looking her over, drinking in her beautiful, slender body. He could feel his member stirring between his legs. Just looking at Hermione made his horny, and he imagined what her ruby lips would feel on his cock.

Hermione's voice took him out of his fantasies, bringing him back to reality. "Shall we get in line?" She motioned to the long line leading into the club, but James just chuckled.

"No need, my dear. It pays to have connections," he replied. He turned to the bouncer, and nodded his head. The burly man nodded back and motioned the two forward, allowing them to cut pass the line. "Shall we begin your night, my dear?" He held out his arm to her, and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around him.

Their bodies were pressed together, and together the two walked into the club. Hermione walked with him, hips swaying as her breasts rubbed against his hard muscles. She was grinning, gently biting her lower lip for a moment before she spoke.

"Impressive."

"Wait until you see my next trick."

She giggled, her legs trembling for a moment as they entered the club together. Her heart was racing as she clung to him, and every step she took felt like she was walking on air.

The two enjoyed the simple pleasures of the club, drinking and talking at first. They laughed and discussed the more academic side of magic, reminiscing of old achievements and past problems.

That surreal, out of place sensation returned to James. For a moment, he forgot about his two eager sluts back at his home, licking and kissing each other. He forgot about the mother and daughter he had enslaved together, and fucked almost every day. He even forgot about that devil he so despised, Harry Potter, thinking only of his divine lover, Hermione.

Eventually, after downing her third of fourth glass, Hermione took James' hand and took the initiative. She pulled him towards the dance floor, and he grinned, following her.

Just like James, Hermione forgot. She forgot about her husband and how poorly he had treated her lately. The lonely nights, the fights, the arguments, all of that fell out of her mind as she spent more and more time with James.

By the second shot, she forgot the original reason to why she went out with him. She thought she was out to have fun with the man, and nothing else. To just be with James, laughing and smiling with him, but something else…

To feel him.

Memories of holding his arm slipped into Hermione's mind, and they drove her to do something she never did with Ron. As the two danced to the loud and chaotic beats of the music, her hand took his, and pulled it towards her chest.

His eyes widened as she kept his hand onto her breast, feeling her racing heart. Hermione swayed her hips, letting his eyes stare into hers. She smiled at him, before turning around and pressing her back into his chest.

James' hands moved on their own, stroking up and down her chest, pressing down on her breasts through the clothes she wore. She let out a moan as she rubbed her ass against his crotch, shuddering from how firm and strong he was.

Nothing like Ron. Ron was still just a boy, even after all these years. James was a man, and his very presence did something to Hermione. Maybe it always had, and she just never realized. Maybe he just had a way with her, a sway over her mind, body, and heart…

His hands held her hips as he grinded against her, and she let out a quiet gasp as she felt something hard pressed against her bum. She turned around, suddenly, wrapping her arms around his head.

Hermione was not sure what took her. She wasn't sure what was controlling her. Was her pounding heart, her melted, almost intoxicated mind, or was it her body just running off of a primal, instinctual need to be with James?

Whatever it was, even as his eyes widened, Hermione lifted herself up and kissed his lips. Her legged popped behind her, bending at the knee as her tongue slipped into his mouth, rubbing and stroking his own tongue.

Any momentary hesitation James felt was wiped away, and any fears Hermione had followed as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, letting his tongue dance and wrestle with hers.

Hermione tried to move her glasses as their faces pressed close. They were pushed from their place, almost falling off of her, but James was ever the kind gentleman. He took her glasses in his hand and pulled them off of her face, quickly and gracefully. He held her glasses in his hand as their lips pressed against the other.

The two stayed like that for almost a minute. They kissed like they were lovers, their tongues twisting and tasting one another as their hands stroked each other's bodies. James had one of his hands on Hermione's back, holding her against him, while the other hand groped her chest, squeezing her firm, soft breast. The beautiful brunette wasn't much different. One arm hooked around his neck, keeping him trapped against her lips, while her other hand stroked and felt his physique, tracing his muscles through his clothes.

Both of their eyes were closed. The world melted around them as they held one another. Their hearts beat as one as they felt only each other. They moaned into the other's mouth as their kiss lingered for what felt like forever.

Their tongues continued to play, before they broke their kiss at the same time. A trail of saliva linked their mouths as Hermione opened her eyes and stared into his face.

"Take me back to your place?" she whispered, and James smirked as he gently spanked her ass. Her glasses fell back onto her place as he took a moment to consider the question. They both knew what his answer was, though. He just liked teasing her.

Eventually he grinned, nodding his head and Hermione giggled once more as they left, hand in hand.

The two barely set foot inside his home before their lips found each other again. Hermione wrapped her arms around him again, kissing him as he moaned and kneaded her breasts. His hands grabbed her ass, picking her up off of the ground and holding her as they laughed.

Hermione swooned at the strength James had. Ron could never pick her up like this. She sucked on James' lips as her legs wrapped around his body. He supported her, carrying her with ease to his bedroom. Her glasses were held loosely in her hands, quietly dangling between her fingers, right behind James' head.

James opened one of his eyes for a moment, glancing at a nearby door. Hermione was too enraptured by his lips and touch to notice, but the young man heard another pair of moans melding with theirs.

He looked through the tiny gap between the door and wall, spying into one of his guest rooms. What he saw brought a chuckle to his soul as his cock grew harder. Ginny and Lily were in the room, laying on the bed, so wrapped up in their private, 'mother-daughter' bonding that they hadn't even noticed their Master.

Most nights, James would punish them for the disservice, but not tonight. Tonight he was glad his lower slaves weren't bothering him and their new Mistress.

James chuckled as he realized he was getting ahead of himself. He returned his attention to Hermione, kissing and sucking on her tongue as Lily forced her mother's face between her legs, making her eat and lick her out, treating her own mother like her little bitch.

It brought a smile to James' face, even as Hermione moaned and shuddered in his arms.

"James?" Hermione's voice squeaked out, gasping as his teeth rubbed against her soft neck.

"Hm?"

"I-if we're doing this, c-can I request something?"

Normally James would never allow a slave to request something from him, but Hermione was no mere slave. "Of course." He squeezed her ass, making her shudder again.

"C-can we-ahh, yes, there. Can we roleplay?" His brow rosed up, even as his fingers continued to play with her. "I-I've always dreamed of roleplaying a fantasy I've had. O-of, ooh, of pretending I was a teacher, and my lover was a naughty st-st-ahh, more, student!"

"You wanted Ron to be your student?" James chuckled, but Hermione took his head into her hands and stared dead into his eyes.

"No. I said, my lover, James… You."

James felt his heart skip a beat as he led her to his bedroom, an eager smile on his face.

"Well, Mrs. Weasley-Granger-"

"Mr. Michael, you will refer to me as Miss Granger, do you understand?" his 'teacher' corrected, glaring at the student as he sat on his bed.

James licked his teeth, loving just how far Hermione had fallen. Just how far Ron was from her mind. He could tell that she was just as excited as he was, both of them feeling the same sadistic rush as they stared at one another.

"Alright, Miss Granger. What did I do wrong this time?"

"Ignorant as always," she hissed, fixing her glasses. "You have been most troublesome lately. Picking on other students, bullying others, cheating on my tests…"

"Why, Miss Granger," James chuckled. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean, what you did to Harry and Ron was completely uncalled for!" He raised his brow as she smiled with those beautiful, soft lips he loved so much. "Picking on them, bullying them, pushing them around, treating them like trash…."

All things James Michael wish he had done growing up. Now, how did Hermione know that…? Maybe she just guessed it. Maybe she saw it in his eyes, the hate he felt for those she called her friends. Maybe his presence just corrupted her.

Maybe, with every passing second his eyes ogled her, she fell deeper and deeper in love, and deeper and deeper down the sinful pit James laid in…

Either way, she smiled at him as he smiled back at her.

"I see that you must be given some 'extra lessons.' I hope you can learn how to fix your behavior from them."

"Well, it's not like my grades need improving. I'm smarter than even you, Miss Granger. A better wizard than you."

Her heart pounded, fluttering like she was falling in love all over again. She hadn't felt this way since she fell for Ron, but even that felt akin to a candle. This? This was an inferno, a supernova…

James' confidence made her swoon, but she did her best to ignore it as she approached the young man.

"Such...arrogance, Mr. Michael."

"Confidence, Miss Granger. Well earned confidence."

"Hm. We'll see about that." Her eyes glanced at his crotch, and she bit her lower lip, before ordering him. "Unzip your pants. I want to see it." James obeyed, letting her feel like she was in control, for the moment at least.

His pants came undone, and he pulled his boxers down to let his hard, throbbing dick pop free. It bobbed up and down, and James loved the look of utter awe Hermione gave him. The way her eyes widened, the way she gulped down spit, the way her legs struggled to keep her upright.

"W-well, I see you are gifted in one other area."

"Why don't you come down and give it a feel, Miss Granger? Let me teach you something."

"How dare you try and command your teacher?" Despite her frown, she obeyed, falling down onto her knees to take the veiny shaft in hand. Her trembling fingers tried to wrap around it, squeezing it as her hot breath stroked it. "It's… it's very big," she muttered.

"Bigger than Ron?" he asked, and even though she didn't say anything, they both knew the truth.

"Y-your first lesson. Sitting there and being a good, little boy while I… I tame this beast," Hermione stuttered, before opening her mouth as wide as she could and downing the cock.

She got about halfway, before stopping, choking on the shaft. Hermione, in the back of her mind, didn't understand what was happening to her. When Ron asked her to suck his cock, she gagged and scolded him, threatening to smack him if he ever suggested that again.

For James, she happily sucked away at his shaft, bobbing her head up and down as her lips dragged along the shaft. Her tongue smacked and licked the tip as she continued to loudly, and lavishly, slurp the flesh rod.

James placed a hand on her head, gently stroking and petting her, combing his fingers through her chocolate locks. She was so beautiful, even as she opened her eyes to look at him through her glasses.

He gave her an approving smile, and her face flushed as she doubled her efforts, pushing herself lower down his dick, not stopping until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair. She took a deep whiff of his musk, shuddering as the aroma intoxicated.

Herminoe pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock, before slowly sliding up. She coated that side of the penis in her saliva, before popping her head off of his cock. She was panting as she looked him in his eyes, drool slipping down her lip.

"Y-you have quite the stamina," she commented. "But I think you'll becumming once I teach you how to fuck a woman…"

"Trust me, Miss Granger. I don't need any help in that field." Hermione opened her mouth, only to gasp as James grabbed her, lifting her up and onto the bed. He grabbed her skirt and unzipped it, before pulling it and her panties down.

Her clothes came off as he showed her who was really in control. Hermione gasped, unable to do anything to resist him as the lower half of her ensemble came off. She was naked from the waist down as he took her hips in his hands and pulled her down.

Hermione had never been with a man so forceful, so controlling. When she and Ron made love, as rare as that was, it was clumsy. Always like two children experimenting, trying to find what worked. Not James. James was a man, and he knew how a woman wanted to be held.

The brunette let out a loud moan, shaking as James' shaft slid into her, pushing her lower lips apart. Hermione was shaking like a leaf, clinging to James for safety. His hands held as he smiled, and her supple tits jiggled slightly as she fell lower and lower.

"B-b-big," she quietly muttered.

"Just try and get used to the size, Hermione. I'll let you adjust to it before I ravage you." Hermione had no way of knowing it, but James was already kinder than he was for the other two sluts he had broken in.

"P-promises, promises," she replied, practically challenging him. "D-don't play coy with me." Her hands grabbed his face, gently stroking his cheeks as she stared into his eyes. "Fuck me." Not a request, not a plea, a demand.

One that James was happy to follow.

He held her hips tightly, digging his hands into her flesh as she tore her top off. Her blouse was thrown to the ground, her glasses following. Her bra was forgotten as she kissed James, giving herself in to the pleasure he gave her.

She felt him lifting her up, before bringing her back down. She quivered from the thrust, moaning his name as his tongue licked her lips.

"Oh, fuck…"

"Enjoy yourself, Miss Granger. Give in."

She wanted nothing else at that moment. Hermione moaned and mewled as she was lifted up and down, fucked by James' throbbing, veiny cock. He penetrated her, diving deeper into her than her husband ever had.

Her husband… Hermione sneered in disgust as thoughts of Ron interrupted the moment. She kept bouncing on James' dick, but she couldn't help but wonder what exactly she ever saw in Ron? He was stupid, pathetic, and didn't deserve her! Every day was just a new fight.

James was loving, and strong, and he was so fucking good at pounding her! It was like every time she bounced on his dick, her mind and heart was shaken. The old dust that settled, the feeling she thought was love for her husband, was slowly knocked and chipped away.

In its place was James, the man she truly loved.

"Harder!" she begged. "Fuck me harder, James. Fuck me like he never could!"

James was too happy to obey, grabbing Hermione's ass with one hand as the other mauled one of her tits. He wrapped his lips around the other, sucking on her nipple as she kept bouncing. His thick penis stretched her pussy walls out. It would take some time for her body to get properly used to his dick…

The young man nibbled on Hermione's nipple as his hand spanked her ass, before moving to grab her hair. He pulled on it, making her lean her head back and cry, her voice penetrating the walls of the home, even reaching Lily as Ginny licked her daughter's pussy.

"J-James, I'm going to...ah!" He freed her tit, licking his lips as he smiled at her.

"Were you going to say cum?" he teased. She moaned in response, wrapping her arms around him, bouncing faster. She worked with his hands, and their combined effort made the bed groan and squeak. "Then cum, my love."

Her heart fluttered, and she practically swooned in his arms. Hermione pulled him against her chest, letting him lick the sides of her tits and feel their round, soft shapes press against his cheeks.

Their bodies clung together as Hermione's cunt milked his cock, and James' penis throbbed and pulsed within her. The two fell over the edge together, squeezing each other's bodies as they came.

Hermione's inner walls squeezed down tightly, welcoming every bit of her lover's cum into her. The river of semen flowed into her womb, filling her to the brim with his essence. Yet not a drop slipped out of her.

The two clung to one another, smiling as their hearts pounded. Neither said anything as they went right back to it. James picked Hermione up, fucking her once again as she moaned and cried out his name.

It was hours later when James awoke. The two had been fucking throughout the night, until their bodies were too exhausted to move and they just laid on his bed, wallowing in their own cum. They smiled throughout their long sleep, clinging to each other.

Eventually James awoke, opening his eyes as he felt a familiar sensation between his legs. His eyes blinked again, slowly wiping away sleep and exhaustion as he lifted his head up.

In his still half-tired mind, he expected Ginny or Lily, or even both of them, to be on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around the shaft. He didn't find either of them. He found something far, far better.

Hermione Granger-Weasley was on his cock, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on it. She moaned as it stretched out her throat, shaking as it pressed against her esophagus. She seemed lost, sucking away at his dick as she moaned.

James placed a hand on her head, gently ruffling her curly hair. Now she was the one blinking, opening her eyes to find James smiling at her. She blushed under his gaze, before pulling her head off of his dick. The two watched as the sun's rays illuminated the trails of saliva between James' penis and Hermione's lips, and the brunette licked her lips as her cheeks glowed.

"G-good morning, James."

"Good morning, Miss Granger. What a thing to wake up to. An angel sucking my cock…"

"Charmer," she laughed, staring into his eyes. The laugh didn't last long as she gave him a half-lidden, almost seductive gaze. "Do you want me to keep sucking, or…?"

"No." She pouted, and her eyes darted down to his shaft. He watched the fear and disappointment twinkle in her eyes, before his grin grew. "I want to fuck you, my sweet, perfect slut."

Hermione's eyes widened, before she grinned, nodding her head. "Yes, Master!"

The two quickly got into position, facing one another as James laid on top of her. Their eyes stared lovingly into one another as James pushed his cock into her eager, moist pussy. She moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around him as their bodies bonded perfectly to one another.

His hands mauled and squeezed her tits, playing with the supple tits as she moaned, tongue hanging out of her mouth. The two kissed again, moaning at the sweet taste of each other's mouths.

Their bodies just fit together perfectly, and they both trembled as James began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing in and out of Hermione, stretching out her pussy walls once more. It was like even after all the fucking they did last night, her pussy returned to a size better suited for Ron, than her Master.

That was fine, of course. He'd just stretch her out again.

"J-James, ah, harder. Please, fuck me harder!" she begged, and he was only too happy to obey, pounding her as her tits rubbed against his chest. Hermione did her best to meet his thrusts, but it was obvious that he was in control, just as it was obvious that she wanted him to be.

"God, still so tight, even after last night…"

"Am I the best fuck you've ever had?" she asked, tracing circles on his back. He nodded his head, moving down to kiss her cheek, chin, and neck. He licked her sweaty flesh, savoring the slight salty taste as she asked another question. "Better than Ginny and Lily…?"

He almost didn't hear her at first from the way their bodies pounded against each other. The way his shaft hammered into her pussy again and again, grinding against the wet walls of her womanhood. But he did hear her, and his pace slowed as he looked into her eyes, his own widened from surprise.

"You have fucked them, haven't you? Or are they fuck fucking in your guest room, calling out your name for some other reason?" Hermione inquired, her lips pulled into that knowing and clever smirk she wore so well back in Hogwarts.

"I-"

"I heard them fucking," she explained, as casually as she would explain a spell. Her legs pulled him down, keeping his entire member inside of her as she moaned. He caught on, slowly moving back and forth as she spoke.

"I didn't know what I was hearing at fi-ahh, yes, right there, James…. A-at first. I just heard their moans on my way to the bathroom. Then I found them. S-s-stupid cunts didn't even close the fu-u-ucking door!" she moaned, throwing her head back as James' tip pressed against a cluster of nerves. "Oh god…"

"So you saw them?" James questioned, as he slowly dragged his veiny cock back and forth.

"I saw Ginny licking out her own daughter, mmh, yes... L-Lily was calling out your name, telling her mother that you didn't have time for her old, used up... pussy!" Hermione explained, her voice shaking from his continued, unending thrusting.

She came on his cock, and her cunt squeezed tightly down on his penis, massaging and squeezing it as bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to cum, but he didn't, holding it back as she embraced him.

"I-I kept listening. They both started insulting poor Harry," her tone was mocking, and she giggled as she and James shared a quick kiss. "Calling him a bitch, saying he has a tiny, worthless dick, saying how they loved you more than they loved him…"

"And…?"

"And they're right." Their eyes met again, and whatever corrupting force James had begun in her, he now knew had consumed her.

The Hermione Granger that loved her husband, the one that cared for Harry like a brother, the one that chose Ron over James… She was dead, burned into ash within Hermione's heart and mind. Now there was only James' Hermione.

"Fuck Ron. Fuck Harry. Both of them should have died a long time ago. Fuck them. Fuck them! Fuck them!" James's cock throbbed inside of her, and with every insult and curse throw at them, he fucked her harder and faster.

His tip pressed against the entrance to her womb as James stared into her eyes. "What are you saying, Hermione?"

"I'm saying… I'm divorcing Ron. He can rot for all I care," she hissed. "Fuck him… He's weak, ah! Pathetic, mmh! And I...ah, ah, James, I'm so close," she mewled, eyes closing as she trembled.

"Say it!" he commanded. "Say it, and I'll give you what you want."

"I hate him! I hate Ron! I hate him, like how I hate that fucking pussy, Harry! I hate them!" The hatred she and James had for those two melded, like the love they knew existed between them. Hate, love, and lust pulled them over the edge, and they came together.

Hermione's pussy massaged the length of James' cock, milking him for his seed. The white flood of warm semen shot into her in jets, coating her walls once more with his cum, spilling it onto the bed as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

James kissed her again, passionately, messily, tongues smacking against each other as drool spilled down Hermione's body. The two came as one, trembling as their sweaty bodies clung to each other.

His seed spilled into her womb, where it sloshed and sat. The two continued to kiss for a moment, before pulling apart and smiling at one another. James' gaze was far more tender than it had been with Ginny or Lily, and he gave Hermione a chaste and quick kiss, before speaking.

"What will you do now…?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she inquired, blushing at the question. Despite everything they had gone through, she seemed almost embarrassed to say it out loud. "I want to be with you."

"Hm… Will you stop me from fucking Ginny or Lily?" he asked. He felt himself conflicted for a moment. If it came between revenge on Potter, or his Hermione, which would he choose? Thankfully, he didn't have to.

"No. Fuck all the girls you want, Master," Hermione cooed. "I still love you. I only ask that you tell me where I stand in your hierarchy."

She didn't say it, but both could read her tone. They both knew what she wanted to hear.

"My dear slut, isn't it obvious? You are my top slave. In fact, considering your divorce, well… I'd love the chance to make you my bride."

James's dick throbbed inside of her, and she moaned, squeezing his length in return. "You will be my equal," he stated. "My one lover above all others."

"Yes…" Tears pooled in her eyes. In their corrupted, sinful minds, it was almost like he was asking her to marry him. She felt like her heart was going to explode as they kissed once more.

"I'll leave Ron," Hermione declared. "He can take care of himself from now on." He chuckled in response, nuzzling her, kissing her neck as she continued. "My home is here now."

"You'll sleep with me from now on. My bed will always be yours," he mumbled.

"And I'll help you with anything you ask me to. Even breaking any other harlots that catch your fancy."

"Even if it ruins Harry's life?"

Hermione placed a hand on his cheek and kissed his lips. "Especially if it ruins his life. I can't explain what you've done to me, but… you make me want to ruin everything he has. To make him miserable, to watch him break down… You've turned me into your perfect woman."

"You already were," he uttered back. Still, there was one final question on his mind. "And what of your daughter?" Hermione, his new fiance and favorite lover, tilted her head. "What if I wanted Rose, like how I wanted Ginny, or Lily? To have her wake up with her lips around my cock, to have her pussy gushing out my cum…?"

There was no hesitation in Hermione's answer. She just smiled at him and replied. "Then I will help you. In fact, I think I have a plan for bringing her into your harem."

James' cock throbbed inside her once more, and as he began to fuck Hermione again, driving her into writhing and moaning, he knew. As the bed groaned and springs squeaked, he knew. As Hermione's ring, the very symbol of her marriage to Ron, laid forgotten on the ground, he knew he had found the one.