The Great Hall during breakfast was always packed with hundreds and hundreds of students. Boys and girls across all years and houses sat within the same cavernous space, filling the air with their chatting and laughing and yelling. It was an uproarious wall of sound, and it mixed together with the taste of a rich English breakfast and the beautiful morning sky above to create an experience that every Hogwarts student knew by heart. For many, mornings were a time to be treasured.

Hermione, as a service girl, had a slightly different point of view. She had been given a quick five minutes to scarf down her morning meal before being stripped naked and sent beneath the Gryffindor table on her hands and knees. Now, near the end of breakfast, she could hardly remember the taste of her food through the salty-sour tang of semen that filled her mouth.

Hermione crawled. Her face was covered in white seed, a thick layer of sticky stands left to dry where they fell, much of it streaked through her long hair, and of course her stomach was full of the loads of what had to have been dozens and dozens of boys. A forest of legs surrounded her. In a few laps, she could see erect cocks sticking out into the open air, all belonging to boys waiting for Hermione to come over and service them. One nearby patted his leg, like he was calling a dog.

Hermione balked, but only for a second. The magic in her collar flared and she found her body crawling toward the boy's cock.

"Katie Bell's been doing pretty well this season, right?"

She didn't recognize the voice. Her mouth enveloped his cock and plunged down before she could look up and check. The boy's body stiffened.

"Not as good as Oliver Wood," somebody else said, "but hell, Oliver Wood's practically professional."

Hermione's head bobbed up and down, eagerly sucking and licking his length. Her tongue swirled around his tip, rubbing against him from all angles and pressing down in time to her strokes. His precum tasted just as unpleasantly foul as all the rest, but the compulsion to give him the best possible blowjob had her unable to move her tongue away. Her hands fluttered toward his balls and began to gently play with him.

"Oh, you've got the service girl under there?"

Hermione's boy groaned. "Yeah. Fucking amazing."

"Send her over here next, will you? I haven't fucked one of them in ages."

The boy suddenly grabbed a fistful of Hermione's hair and pushed her down against his cock. He forced her into him viciously, only stopping when he had her face pressed flat against his curly pubic hair, and the collar's magic ensured she took his whole length effortlessly. Hermione seamlessly switched from cocksucking to deepthroating without any hesitation. But the collar did nothing to soothe the pain, and so it hurt to take his dick down her throat so savagely. Still, Hermione could do nothing but helplessly gurgle and twitch as his hands kept her in place, her nose buried into his crotch hair and her chin pressed against his balls.

"Fucking unbelievable," he breathed. "Her throat is so hot and tight. It's better than her ass."

"You fucked her ass before?"

"Yeah, when she first got chosen. I was one of the first in line. Got there before all those other guys fucked her brains out."

The boy began to thrust in and out her throat. His hands tightly gripped her hair as he forced her head up and down, pistoning her hard and fast, unthinking or uncaring of how badly it hurt to be treated so roughly. Each second he pounded into her throat was a second that the collar's magic had to spend fighting to keep her gag reflex suppressed. She felt dribble spill from her mouth as she struggled to endure his assault. The magic made sure her hands kept playing with his jewels and her tongue continued to please him as best she could, even as she realized that couldn't breathe; his cock completely filled her. His pubic hair rubbed against her face, scraping against the dried come that covered her, filling her nose with the scent of his unwashed body. She was suffocating beneath the taste and scent of him.

The boy groaned, and Hermione felt his balls contract. He sped up even faster. Her eyes watered and spilled tears as he slammed her head up and down, using her like she was some sort of living sex toy, fucking her throat like she wasn't even an actual person. He announced his eruption by grinding her face against his crotch and letting loose a husky growl, and a second later his hot seed burst out and painted the inside of her throat. Her throat milked him, soundlessly swallowing every drop that she could wring from him, all while Hermione desperately tried to ignore how badly she needed to breathe.

Eventually, the boy let go of her head, and Hermione pulled herself away from him. His cock separated from her mouth with a wet slurp. She frantically gasped in air, then panted and coughed as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was trembling, and there were tears in her eyes. The boy leisurely tucked his cock back into his pants.

"Hermione's her name, right?"

A few nearby boys made noises of agreement.

"Fucking amazing cocksucker. I'm totally going to ask her out after she's done being the service girl. I don't care if every guy in school's had a turn at her. She's just that good."

A few guys laughed. Another few began to loudly debate the merits of dating a girl that's had sex with more than a hundred different guys. Hermione's body froze as she saw a nearby boy pat the side of his leg, and she suddenly found herself crawling over to his cock.

"My turn," the boy said, and once again Hermione was sucking and licking a hard shaft, although this time she was servicing an uncircumcised one. It was also longer and thicker than the one before.

"Don't worry," he told Hermione. "Breakfast is almost over. There are only five minutes left to go. I'll try to take this slow, alright? Just enjoy yourself."

His hands gently cradled her head, with his thumbs tenderly rubbing hair that wasn't covered with come, and he pushed Hermione down, slowly but surely forcing her to take all of his length. Choking, her mouth and throat stuffed full, Hermione silently whimpered as she pleasured him the best she could, rubbing and stroking his balls with her hands while her tongue fluttered against his length, all while the boys above her debated the merits of dating a whore.