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Sneaking through the house in the middle of the night wasn't something Hermione did often, but tonight, she had too. Earlier, she had caught her dad hiding something from her mom, and she had no clue why. 'Lying is bad,' her parents had repeatedly told her. So why was her dad lying to her mom of all people? Hermione was determined to find out why.

Quietly, Hermione made her way down the stairs, careful enough to keep the wood from making even the slightest of sounds. Making her way into her dad's office, she slowly shut the door and turned on the light. She looked through her father's drawers and could not find anything. Then, she realized that her father put whatever it was inside of the drawer where he put all of his work papers, a place where her mother never goes.

Hermione searched through it and found a disk at the very bottom that did not look anything like the rest of the disks that her dad used for work. Taking it out, Hermione looked at it and saw that it read "Alone Time #1."

"What does 'Alone Time' mean?" Hermione mumbled to herself.

Well, there was only one way to find out. Hermione, seeing her dad do it all the time, turned on the computer and placed the disk inside. She then opened the file and a video started to play.

On the screen, Hermione saw a woman bound to a strange looking machine. Her hands and legs were tied up and spread out in a star-like pose. However, what surprised Hermione the most was the fact that she was completely naked and had some sort of device in between her legs, touching her kitten. A man stood over her and held a remote of some sort in his hand. He pressed a button and the device started to make a noise. The girl immediately started to scream out, but Hermione could tell that it wasn't a typical scream, like the one you gave when you were scared. No, this scream was different, in a good way.

After watching for a few seconds, Hermione pressed the fast-forward button. The video skipped ahead to a different part. The same girl was still naked, but was bound in a different position. The man was now naked himself, too. His pee-pee, as Hermione's dad called it, was long and thick. When he moved, it swung around. Then, Hermione watched as the man held his pee-pee and shoved it inside of the girl's kitten. The girl gave out the same good scream as before and Hermione felt her own kitten start to tickle as she watched the man move his pee-pee in and out of the girl's kitten.

Hermione, instinctively started to move her hand down to her own kitten, when she suddenly her dad call out, "Hermione? Are you down there?"

Quickly, Hermione took the disk out of the computer and shoved it back where she found it. Just as she closed the door, her dad opened the door and asked her, "What are you doing in here, Pumpkin?"

"I was looking for something. For school." Hermione lied. If her dad could lie to her mom, why couldn't she lie to him?

"At this hour? Come on, let's get you back to bed. I'll get whatever you need in the morning."

With that, Hermione went back to bed, but was never the same again. That night when she saw the video, something inside of her changed. She transformed from an innocent little girl to a slut. But she didn't become just any slut, she became a nymphomaniac. In every waking hour of the day, her mind was never not thinking about sex. Whenever she had a chance, she masturbated, even at school, where she could be caught at any second. She became more and more deprave, with nothing ever being too taboo for her.

Then, her life changed when she was eleven. A strange letter from a strange place arrived in the mail.

"Go ahead, sweetie," Hermione's mom encouraged. "Open it."

Hermione opened the letter and read aloud, "Dear Ms. Hermione Granger, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."

When she finished it, Hermione couldn't believe it. She was a witch. "Imagine all the toys and spells they have for sex," Hermione thought to herself. "I'll also be away from my parents for months at a time! I'll become the school slut!"

 

That night, Hermione went to bed as wet as she's ever been. She couldn't wait to fuck to her heart's content at Hogwarts. Hermione, as she always did, did not sleep with any panties on, which allowed her easy access to her pussy. She moved her hand down and started to masturbate to all the naughty ideas she had about what she would do at Hogwarts.

"Oh FUCK!" Hermione moaned out as she played with herself.

Starting out with one finger, Hermione slowly inserted each finger, one by one, until all five were inside of her. As she was about to start fisting herself, a sudden sound caused her to jump, her hand quickly leaving her pussy.

CRACK

Hermione looked up and saw a dark, cloaked figure standing by her window. "Do not scream," it said. "I will not harm you."

Hermione nodded slowly.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and lowered its hood, revealing a man. He was bald and ghostly white, not pale, white. He had no nose, just slits, and overall had a very snake-like appearance.

Hermione knew she should have been terrified, but for some reason she wasn't. In fact, she felt her pussy tingle at the sight of the man. Under her covers, she was completely naked, and the thought of him finding her nude, with her pussy as wet as it was, only turned her on further.

The man said, "I am Lord Voldemort, and I have foreseen that we will do great things together, Hermione Granger. I have foreseen that you will become a great witch, who will not only be the most powerful witch of the age, but also the sluttiest wizardkind will ever see. I am the greatest wizard of this age, and together we can rule the world. Both muggles and wizards alike as king and queen. Will you join me?"

Hermione nodded, "I will."

Voldemort nodded, "Good. Imperturbio!"

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

Voldemort explained, "A spell. Now no one will hear or disturb us. I would like to see my queen in all of her glory."

Hermione pulled off her covers and got up off her bed, fully nude. Voldemort eyed the 11 year old with obvious hunger and lust. He smiled as his eyes traced her figure from head to toe. Not surprisingly, Voldemort could see that she was extremely wet, as her pussy shined in the moonlight.

"Do you know how to twerk?" Voldemort asked.

Hermione nodded, a big smile on her face. She climbed onto her bed and stuck her ass up into the air. Then, as she had practiced, bounced her ass up and down, her asscheeks spreading up and down, giving Voldemort a perfect view of her pussy and asshole. "Do you like what you see?" She asked, excited that she was showing her most private parts for a scary-looking stranger who broke into her room.

Voldemort nodded, "I do. It's magnificent. YOU are magnificent."

Hermione giggled. Suddenly, she felt a cold touch on her ass. "Oh!" she squealed.

Hermione turned her head and saw Voldemort's hands groping her ass. "Don't mind me," he said.

Hermione watched as she moved his face closer and closer to her asshole, until he placed his lips right onto it, kissing it. "Ah!" Hermione squealed. She couldn't believe what was happening.

As she twerked on Voldemort's face, she felt a pleasure she's never felt before. Sure, she's fingered her asshole before, even fisted it, but this feeling was different. It was wetter, slimier. Hermione was instantly addicted.

"Let me see that pussy," Voldemort said.

Hermione nodded, turning around and spreading her legs apart for Voldemort.

"My god," Voldemort said at the sight. "It's perfect."

Hungrily, Voldemort dove into the snack in front of him. "Fuck!" Hermione screamed in pleasure. "That feels sooooo good."

Hermione used her hand and pressed Voldemort's head further into her cunt. Voldemort's tongue wiggled around Hermione's pussy, hitting her clit in all the right ways.

Voldemort couldn't get enough of the young slut's pussy, but was ready to take this debauchery to the next level. To Hermione's dismay, he stood back up. "Nooooo!" Hermione cried out.

Voldemort stepped back and dropped his cloak, revealing him to be completely naked, his massive 8 inch cock standing at the ready. Hermione eyed it, licking her lips. She couldn't wait to taste a real cock.

Not bothering to even wait a second, Hermione leaped off of the bed and hungrily swallowed all of Voldemort's cock. As it reached the back of her throat, she felt herself start to gag and her face turn red. Voldemort smiled, using his hands to keep Hermione on his cock, keeping her from breathing.

It was only after Hermione's face became as red as a tomato that Voldemort pushed her off of his cock. A trail of spit connected Hermione's mouth to Voldemort's cock as she caught her breath. "You're already a natural," Voldemort complimented.

Hermione smiled, taking Voldemort's cock back into her mouth. This time, however, Hermione took it slower. She licked it up and down, sucking on it like a lollipop.

Voldemort groaned out in pleasure. "You're so good at that."

Hermione smiled as the sucked his dick. After sucking it for a few minutes, she moved down to Voldemort's balls, sucking one at a time. As she did that, she took a finger and stuck it up Voldemort's asshole. Voldemort's eyes widened at the sudden penetration. "Such a nasty slut," he said.

As Hermione simultaneously sucked his balls and fingered his ass, Voldemort knew what he was about to do next. He picked the young girl up and threw her onto her bed. Forcefully spreading her legs open, Voldemort aimed his cock at her pussy and shoved himself straight in, taking the 11 year old slut's virginity.

"Oh my FUCKING GOD!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. She couldn't believe that she was finally losing her virginity.

Voldemort made sure that this fucking was going to be one that both of them would never forget. He slid in and out of her at an inhuman speed. Sure, Voldemort had had sex in his youth, after he became the most feared wizard in history, no one dared to get close enough to fuck him, but this was without a doubt the best sex he's ever had. And he fucked a good number of sluts at Hogwarts. He did not discriminate. He fucked the hottest and most developed 7th Years to the most innocent and petite 1st Years. But never had he come across a first year so slutty AND hot at the same time. He couldn't wait to see how she developed. but he knew she would never disappoint him. She will be his queen, his whore, a slut that will be just as feared as he is, and on top of all of that, she was a mudblood.

"Pound me, Daddy!" Hermione moaned.

Voldemort's eyes widened as she called him that. No one ever called him that, and the taboo behind it only turned him on further. "Call me Daddy again," he said, "I like that."

Hermione smiled playfully as her eyes rolled back into her head, "You do? Good, Daddy. Do you want to fuck me in front of my real daddy, Daddy? He's been naughty. Lying to my mum, watching porn behind her back. It's only fair he watch his sweet little Pumpkin get fucked."

Voldemort couldn't believe how slutty this whore was. He was glad he found her. He nodded, "Of course, my queen."

Voldemort pulled himself out of the young whore and offered her his hand. Hermione, after taking a second to recover from the excellent pounding, accepted it. Fully nude, the pair made their way out of Hermione's room and into the master bedroom. Inside, Hermione's parents were asleep, completely oblivious to the lewd events that just transpired in their daughter room.

Voldemort turned to Hermione and said, "Wake them up. Straddle your father. We are going to make your parents the very first Muggle slaves of our new empire."

Hermione nodded, enthusiastically jumping onto her father's lap, straddling him with her naked pussy. "Daddy! Mommy!" she said childishly. "Wake up!"

After a few moments, Hermione's father, Dan, slowly woke up. "Hermione," he mumbled, "what are you doing? Go to ---"

Suddenly, Dan's eyes caught Lord Voldemort. His eyes widened and he screamed, "What the fuck!"

Dan tried to move, but Voldemort used wandless, nonverbal magic, to keep Dan in place. Emma, Hermione's mother, awoke to the sounds of her husband screaming. "Dan, what's goi--AHH!" she screamed.

Dan's eyes moved from Voldemort, who he realized was completely naked, to his equally nude daughter. "What the fuck, Hermione? Help us!"

Instead of moving to help her father, like Dan expected, Hermione straddled him even harder. Unintentionally, Dan felt himself grow hard. Hermione turned to her lover and smiled, "He's hard, Daddy."

"Daddy?!" Dan screamed. "I'm your Daddy, Hermione! And how do you even know what the hell being 'hard' is?"

Hermione smiled at her father, "You taught me."

Dan furiously shook his head, "No I didn't."

Hermione turned to her speechless mother and said, "Oh he did, Mommy. He's a liar. He keeps kinky porn in his office. But he doesn't hide them well, because I was able to find them when I was five FUCKING YEARS OLD! Now, I want him to see the slut he raised!"

Hermione climbed off her father and pulled back the sheets, revealing Dan to only be sleeping with his boxers. Hermione pulled them down, revealing his tiny 3 inch, fully erect, cock.

Turning back to Voldemort, Hermione said, "Look, Daddy! He's got a baby dick."

Then, to Dan's further horror, his daughter stuck out her tongue and licked his cock from base to tip. Sure, it felt like heaven, but it was so wrong. "Hermione! Stop this madness at once!" Dan ordered his daughter.

"Why, Daddy?" Hermione said in a slutty tone. "Don't you like having me suck your tiny cock?"

Dan shook his head, "Why would I?"

Hermione nodded, "Of course you don't. How could I have been so stupid? What you really want to see is me getting fucked by my new Daddy. You want to see him pound my eleven year old pussy, don't you? You want to watch him cum all over my face. And then, you want to cum yourself on me. Am I wrong?"

Dan wanted to retort that he didn't want to, but something sealed his lips. All he could do was groan. Hermione clapped her hands together, "Of course you do!"

Voldemort grabbed Hermione's ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. Then, he aimed his cock at her pussy and fucked her, as Dan and Emma watched in horror. "Oh yes, Daddy," Hermione moaned, her eyes rolling into her head.

As he watched the pair fuck, Dan heard dark thoughts emerge in his brain. They talked about how good Hermione looked as she got fucked. Dan didn't want to admit it, but those thoughts were right. She did look amazing as a nice big cock slid in and out of her. As if the snake-man, Hermione's 'new Daddy,' could read his thoughts, he said, "Hermione, your dad likes watching me fuck you."

Hermione looked back at Voldemort, "Good. Let's give him a show then."

Voldemort couldn't agree more and picked up the young girl. Hermione wrapped her arms around Voldemort's neck as she was lowered onto his cock. With this hands, Voldemort continuously lowered and raised the young slut onto and off of his cock.

At the same time, Hermione and the Dark Lord shared a passionate kiss, Hermione's first.

Emma Granger could not bear the sight of watching her sweet little girl be defiled by such an evil-looking man. And the thought of how she became this way only twisted her guts further. Emma was determined to save Hermione, take her away to a far and distant place, and remove this behavior from her personality, all without her husband Dan. Not only did he lie to her, but he was solely responsible for the terrible transformation of their daughter.

Emma tried to lift herself up, but she couldn't. It was like she was pinned under a large, heavy object, but there was no such object. Determined to escape with Hermione, Emma struggled harder to break free. Suddenly, she was taken out of her thoughts when her daughter called out, "Like what you see, Mommy? Do you like watching your little girl get fucked like the whore she is?"

Emma wanted to scream out "No!" but was unable to. Voldemort, in between thrusts, moaned out, "I think she's trying to play with herself, but is unable to. Let me help her."

As if her hand had a mind of its own, Emma's hand made its way down to her own nether-lips and started to rub it. Emma couldn't believe it. She was masturbating to the sight of her 11 year old daughter being fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Hermione smiled, "That's a good mommy, Mommy."

Voldemort then whispered something in Hermione's ear. Emma couldn't tell what it was, but when she saw Hermione's face light up, she knew that it wasn't anything good. Then, Hermione said moaned out loud, "Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Take my anal virginity! Fuck me good back there!"

Voldemort placed Hermione back onto the edge of the bed. He then placed his cock right on her asshole, being careful not to shove it in just yet. Hermione moaned at his teasing and couldn't wait any longer. "Take my ass! Don't tease me! Just shove it in there as hard as you can!"

Voldemort knew he couldn't deny the slut's request, so he did exactly as she said, shoving himself into her asshole as hard and fast as he could. Hermione herself squealed in a mix of pleasure and pain. A mere hour ago, she was a virgin slut who had never even seen a hard cock in real life before. And now, she had had her first kiss, lost her virginity, giving her first blowjob, and now, had lost her anal virginity as well.

"Your ass is so TIGHT!" Voldemort commented. Never had he fucked an ass so tight in his life. All the girls he had fucked in the past were all whores, so they were always loose.

Voldemort thrusted in and out of the young whore as fast as he could, causing her to become numb with pleasure. Suddenly, Voldemort realized that he was going to cum. Soon. But it wasn't time yet. Voldemort, to Hermione's dismay, pulled out of her. Feeling the sudden emptiness only made Hermione more sad. She couldn't get enough of feeling stuffed.

Whimpering, she asked, "Why, Daddy? Put it back in me. Please?!"

Voldemort shook his head, "Not yet. I want you to do the unthinkable and ride your father's cock."

Hermione shook her head, "It's so small, though."

Voldemort nodded, "Yes, but he's your father. There is nothing more taboo than that."

Hermione nodded, realizing that he was right. Happily, she jumped back onto her father's lap and guided his tiny dick into her pussy. "Holy SHIT!" Dan exclaimed as he felt his cock be inserted into his daughter's pussy.

Dan was scared to admit it, but instantly, he could tell that Hermione's pussy was 10x better than Emma's. There was simply no comparison. Deciding that there was no way out of this situation and that his relationship with Hermione was no forever altered, Dan chose to accept what was happening and enjoy it.

"Do you like my pussy, Daddy?" Hermione asked.

Dan nodded, "I love it!"

At this, Hermione turned to Voldemort. Voldemort himself was satisfied with Dan's change of heart. Snapping his fingers, the invisible restraints on Dan were lifted and Dan immediately placed his hands on Hermione's ass. "Manhandle me, Daddy," Hermione cried out. She wanted nothing more than to be used like the slut she was.

While all of this unfolded, Voldemort sat there and watched his queen get fucked by her own father. He slowly stroked himself at the sight. Hermione Granger was elated as her father fucked her, while Dan let his primal instincts take over as he bred his daughter.

"Pound me, Daddy!" Hermione moaned out as she came yet again.

Dan nodded, but he didn't know how much longer he could go. He was about to cum. HARD.

Dan, still unsure if the man, Hermione's new 'Daddy,' could read minds or not looked him in the eyes. Voldemort ordered, "In her pussy."

Realizing what was about to happen, Hermione pushed down on her father as hard as she could. She wanted him to be as deep as he could be when he came.

Suddenly, Hermione felt Dan's dick begin to pulsate. He was cumming.

Hermione clamped herself on his dick as hard as she could as Dan came inside of her. The feeling was weird, yet extremely pleasurable. Once he was done cumming, Hermione rode her father a little bit more to ensure that his cum wouldn't fall out of her pussy.

Then, she climbed off of his dick and licked it clean. "Oh," Dan groaned, "you're so good at that."

As she finished cleaning her father's cock, Hermione turned around and faced Voldemort. "Is there anything else you want me to do, Daddy?" she asked.

Voldemort shook his head, "Come here. I want to officially make you my wife."

Hermione bounced up and down on the bed in excitement. She then ran over to the sitting Dark Lord and took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it ferociously. Voldemort moaned at the skillful blowjob, "You do that so well. However, we must go."

Hermione nodded, placing a kiss on the head of Voldemort's cock. Voldemort then picked Hermione up and placed his cock inside of her pussy. Turning to Dan, he said, "Watch over your wife as once we go, the spell keeping her in place will be no more. Make sure she doesn't inform anyone of our... transgressions. Understood?"

Dan nodded.

"Good," Voldemort said. "If you complete this task, then perhaps I will let you fuck her once again. But, only if you do not fail me, Daniel."

With that, Voldemort and Hermione disappeared with a crack of sound.

 

When they reappeared, Hermione noticed them to be in a large chamber of some sort. There was a long walkway lined with the snake-head statues on both sides. At the end, a statue of a man's face sat in a pool of water.

"What is this place," Hermione asked as Voldemort carried her through the chamber, his cock still in her pussy.

"The Chamber of Secrets. A secret place beneath Hogwarts." Voldemort explained. "Long ago, my ancestor built this place to be secret, where no one but his descendants could access. But now, I use it as my base of operations. Where better to plot the demise of Dumbledore and Harry Potter than right beneath where they sleep."

"Who are they?" Hermione asked.

"I'll tell you soon, my slut. But first, we must be married." Voldemort replied.

Voldemort snapped his fingers and suddenly, a man with long blonde hair appeared in the chamber. "My lord," he said kneeling.

With the statue behind them and the walkway in front of them, Voldemort smiled at his follower, "Welcome, Lucius."

If Lucious Malfoy was surprised by the sight of Voldemort naked, with his dick inside of a girl the same age as his own son, he certainly didn't show it. Voldemort continued, "I called you here today to marry me and Miss Hermione Granger in the ways of old."

Malfoy nodded. "If you could please set Miss Granger on the ground, my Lord."

Voldemort removed his cock from Hermione's pussy and placed her down on the ground as Malfoy requested. "Miss Granger," Malfoy said, "Place your hand on the Dark Lord's genital."

Hermione did as he said and Malfoy continued, "Do you, Miss Granger take our great lord, Lord Voldemort, as your husband?"

"Yes," Hermione said with zero hesitation.

"And you, my Lord, take Miss Granger as your wife."

"I do," Voldemort answered.

"Then I declare you two husband and wife. To seal the oath, Miss Granger, you must make your new husband cum and then place a kiss on the head of his penis."

Hermione nodded, sinking onto her knees. "I see why you waited to cum for me."

Voldemort nodded.

Hermione's mouth was pure heaven, so it didn't take long for her to make Voldemort cum. As his seed poured into her mouth, Hermione couldn't help but realize how wonderful it tasted. If she wasn't a nympho before, she certainly was now.

Then, to seal the deal, she placed a kiss on the head of Voldemort's cock. As she continued to worship her new husband's cock, Voldemort looked at Malfoy and said, "Lucius, if I understand correctly, you have a son who is going to be starting his first year at Hogwarts."

"Yes, my Lord," Lucius responded.

"Good," Voldemort said. "Then he is the same age as my now wife here. Please have Draco accompany her on her journey to Hogwarts and aid her with anything she requires. Whether it be of sexual nature or not."

Hermione stopped worshiping Voldemort's cock to face Malfoy, whose face was red at hearing this request. Malfoy knew he could not deny such a request so he nodded his head, albeit slowly.

Realizing that he was basically giving her permission to fuck his son seemed amusing to the young witch. Laughing at this, Hermione said, "Don't worry, 'Lucius.' He'll enjoy me. And maybe, I'll let you take me for a spin, too."

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It's been weeks since Lord Voldemort came to Hermione in the middle of the night, and since, he has taught Hermione everything that she will need to know during her stay at Hogwarts. Hermione even learned of her husband's reputation and goal of purging the Wizarding World of all mudbloods. Even though she was one, Hermione was safe as she was more gifted than even most purebloods in both magical and sexual abilities.

During this time, Hermione was also given a mission by her lover, to get close to and befriend the famous Harry Potter. Over her seven years of school, she will have to gain the young wizard's trust, so that Voldemort can end him when the time is right.

Currently, Hermione was at Kings Cross Station with father, who she hadn't seen since that night, to board the Hogwarts Express. "Good luck," her father said, as she boarded the train.

Making her way through the train, Hermione moved to the very back, where Voldemort told her to meet the young Malfoy, Draco. Just as expected, a young boy, Hermione's age, sat in the very last compartment. Hermione could tell that this was him due to the striking resemblance to his father.

Opening the compartment door, the young Malfoy was startled and looked up at her. He said, "I'm sorry but this compartment is reserved for me and another by my father."

Hermione lifted her sleeve and willed her Dark Mark to appear. Because her involvment with Voldemort needed to be kept secret for the time being, Voldemort enchanted her mark to only appear when she willed it to. Seeing it, Draco nodded at her, "Welcome. If I may, why did my father ask me to sit with you?"

Hermione sat down in her seat and said, "My husband is Voldemort and he requested that you aid me with anything I may require."

Draco's eyes widened. He was shocked that the Dark Lord knew he was, and at the fact that this girl, the same age as he was, was his wife. After getting over his shock, Draco bowed his head, "It's my honor."

Hermione smiled with pride; she could get used to this.

As the train departed the station, Hermione asked Draco, "How long have you been a follower of my husband?"

"All my life. My parents became Death Eaters before I was born. Instead of being baptized like filthy Muggles do, I was inducted to the Death Eaters when I was only a baby."

Hermione nodded and the two discussed their pasts until a sudden knock on the compartment door. Hermione looked and saw a fat boy. The boy, without asking permission to enter, opened the door and shyly asked, "Have you seen my toad? I think I've lost it."

Getting a naughty idea, Hermione opened her mouth and placed her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she said, "Come here -- sorry, what's your name?"

"Neville," the boy said, "Neville Longbottom."

"Well, Neville," she invited, "Come in. Close the door and sit down. We'll help you."

Neville nodded, trusting the new girl he just met.

As he sat, Hermione stuck out her hand and said, "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Draco Malfoy."

Neville shook her hand and nodded at Draco, "Nice to meet you both."

Hermione then took out her wand and said, "Imperturbio!"

This was one of the most useful spells Voldemort had taught her. Neville asked, "What was that?"

"A spell to make sure no one will disturb us, no matter what." Hermione explained.

"Why would you need that?"

Hermione smiled, "For this."

Hermione jumped off of her seat and onto the floor. She then grabbed Neville's pants and forced them to the floor. "Wh--What are you doing?!" Neville screamed.

Hermione then pulled down Neville's boxers to reveal his soft cock. Hermione looked at Draco and said, "Bind him."

Draco nodded and casted a spell that forced Neville onto the seat. No matter how hard he tried, Neville couldn't move.

Hermione grabbed Neville's dick and licked it from the base to tip. At the touch of her tongue, Neville cried out, "What?! Why are you putting your mouth there?"

Suddenly, Hermiione realized something, which made this situation even more interesting. Neville didn't even know what sex was.

Hermione felt her pussy tingle as the thought of not only taking Neville's virginity, but also introducing him to the wonderful world of sex, coursed through her.

Hermione, stroking Neville's cock, which was hardening rapidly, said, "This is sex, Neville. Don't worry. It feels very good."

Neville shook his head, "I don't think I will."

Hermione replied, "You will, trust me. Here, maybe this will help."

Hermione quickly took off her top and pants, wearing no panties underneath. Instantly, Neville's cock grew another inch. Seeing this, Hermione said, "See, even your body what this. Trust it."

Hermione returned her mouth to Neville's cock, violently sucking it and his balls. As the scene unfolded, Draco watched curiously. He could see why the Dark Lord married her. She was a whore in every way. Feeling his cock grow as a naked Hermione sucked off the fat boy, Neville, Draco started to rub it through his pants.

Once Neville's cock was fully coated in her saliva, Hermione climbed onto the seat and onto Neville's lap. Aiming his cock into her pussy, Hermione slowly sat down on it, letting it fill the empty void she's felt since Voldemort fucked her last, a few hours ago.

Even though Neville's cock was not huge, he was still a growing boy afterall, his chubbiness made up for it. "It's like fucking a baby," Hermione thought. He still had plenty of baby fat and was as clueless as one when it came to sex.

Bouncing up and down on the boy's cock, Hermione moaned out, "Oh FUCK YES! YOUR COCK IS SO THICK! I LOVE IT! I LOVE ALL COCKS!"

Feeling himself get extremely horny and deciding that in this situation it was okay, Draco pulled down his own pants and openly masturbated to sight in front of him. Even though he wanted to, Draco knew that he couldn't just shove his cock into Hermione, as she was Lord Voldemort's wife, even though he knew she wouldn't mind. However, this didn't seem to matter as Hermione quickly noticed Draco. As she continued to fuck Neville, Hermione turned to Draco and said, "Feed me your cock. Then, I'll let you shove it in my ass."

Draco quickly tore off his top, becoming fully nude himself, before climbing onto the seat so his dick was level with Hermione's mouth. Hermione instantly noticed that Draco was much bigger than average for their age. At eleven years of age, Draco's dick was already five inches fully erect. Hermione moaned at it, "Mmmm, it looks so good."

Draco forcefully shoved his cock into her mouth, not even giving her a chance to start slowly. Letting his instincts take over, Draco violently fucked Hermione's throat, which didn't bother the young slut at all. In fact, she was glad Draco was being rough with her. Over the years, Hermione had come to the conclusion that vanilla sex was not real sex. It was bad imitation of it. Real sex was rough, kinky sex, and there was nothing, nothing more important than that.

As Neville watched Hermione get used by the young Malfoy, he felt something take control. He didn't know what it was, but before he knew it, he was moving his pee-pee in and out of Hermione as forcefully as Draco did. This sudden increase in pace caused Hermione to scream out in pleasure. Her pussy was on fire.

Draco pulled his cock out of Hermione's throat and said, "How would you like to get DP'd, slut?"

"It's Mistress to you," Hermione corrected. "But, yes. I would love to get DP'd."

This was all the permission Draco needed. He got behind Hermione and pressed his cock against her asshole. Though Hermione was no longer an anal virgin, her asshole was still very, very tight. It took Draco a second to push his cock inside of it, but once it was in, it was in there.

Hermione moaned at the penetration. Sure, she'd been fucked in the pussy and ass before. But never had she been DP'd before. And she loved it. She loved the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks at the same time. But then again, none of the two boys' cocks even compared to the size of her new husband's cock, so it didn't feel as great as she knew it could. However, Hermione still loved being double stuffed. She loved being a slut.

As the boys fucked her, Hermione came repeatedly. She was in pure bliss. But suddenly, she felt her pussy start to tingle. Within seconds, Hermione screamed out, "OH FUCK!!!"

Hermione's pussy pissed all over Neville's cock as she came, Hermione's first ever squirt. "W-w-what was that?" Neville asked, confused.

Draco explained, "She squirted, you fat prick."

Neville wanted to stand up for himself, but he couldn't. Malfoy was a member of one of the most powerful pureblood families in the world. Plus, the pleasurable feeling on his dick drained any energy he had.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and everyone froze, Hermione included. She couldn't care less about being naked and fucking in front of others, but she couldn't get caught as it would lead to too many questions. She didn't need that type of attention. Also, she had a mission to complete. The Dark Lord has asked her to get close to Harry Potter and gain his trust. She couldn't get caught fucking the boy she would have bully him, so that she could gain his trust by saving his ass.

Draco, who was quick on his feet, quickly threw on his T-shirt and carefully opened the door, so Hermione and Neville wouldn't be spotted. "Anything from the trolley," an elderly lady asked.

Draco shook his head, "No thank you. I have cake in here already."

"Are you sure? It's a long trip to the castle. We still have a few more hours left at least."

"Fine," Draco spat. "Give me two chocolate frogs and some Cauldron Cakes."

While Draco talked to the trolley witch, Hermione started to fuck Neville again. It took everything from the innocent boy to not moan out in pleasure. Hermione, on the other hand, was used to moaning as quietly as possible from her days before Voldemort.

Draco saw what the two were doing and it wasn't helping. He was already doing his very best to get the trolley witch to leave them alone. As if she knew what Draco was trying to do, the witch moved extremely slowly. After a solid three minutes, she handed Draco his sweets and he gave her the appropriate amount of money.

As she was about to leave, Neville suddenly made a loud grunt, as he came inside of Hermione's cunt. The trolley witch quickly asked, "Is there anyone else in there with you? Would they like any sweets?"

Draco quickly shook his head, "This is for us to share."

With that, Draco closed the door and locked it, eyeing Hermione.

Hermione smiled at him and said, "Put those down and get back inside of me. Neville already came in my pussy. Now it's your turn."

Hermione climbed off of Neville, as his cock was rapidly softening, and tore off Draco's shirt. Leaning onto the window, Hermione stuck out her ass. Draco aimed his cock and thrust into her asshole as hard as he could, resuming their sex.

Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as Draco fucked her. She had been waiting for so long to fuck, and now that she could, she wasn't ever going to stop. Hopefully, she would even die fucking, too.

"Oh, fuck!" Draco said. He knew he was gonna cum soon and was trying his hardest not to. Actually, he'd been trying ever since they started. Hermione's body was just too hot and he was constantly fighting the urge to cum.

As if Hermione could sense Draco's conflict, she said, "Cum in my asshole. I want to be filled in both holes tonight."

Draco nodded and fought no longer. Within seconds, his cum erupted from his cock, filling the deepest parts of Hermione's ass. "Oh, yes!" Hermione moaned out as she felt herself getting filled up. She knew she could get used to this feeling. Who knows, maybe the wizarding world even has a spell to keep her asshole and pussy filled with cum.

Pulling out, Draco said, "That was incredible."

Hermione nodded, "It sure was. One cock is amazing. But two? I don't even think there's a word to describe it."

Turning her attention back to Neville, Hermione said, "Go, and don't ever speak about this. If you do, I'll know. By the way, expect this to happen more often at school, if I ever need you."

Neville was frozen in place. "Go!" Hermione ordered.

Neville quickly placed his clothes on and hurried out of the compartment. He was in such a rush, in fact, that he left his underwear. Hermione picked it up and sniffed it, before shoving it into her mouth and licking whatever she could off of it.

 

A FEW HOURS LATER

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall called out.

Hermione sat down on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. "Ah," it said in her head, "A muggleborn. Who is the Dark Lord's WIFE?!"

Hermione nodded, "Yes."

"Salazar Slytherin would never approve of a muggleborn in his house."

"Yes I'm a mudblood," Hermione replied, "but I'm special. I wouldn't be married to Voldemort if I wasn't."

"Yes, that is true. AND you're a slut, a pretty big one I may add, who doesn't care about anything other than sex, no matter the price. I guess there is only one option for you. SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table erupted in cheers. Most of their parents were Death Eaters, who had already been introduced to Hermione, so she would always have allies at Hogwarts.

Making her way to the table, Hermione eyed a certain black-haired boy with glasses at the Gryffindor table. Sitting next to Draco, Hermione squeezed his cock tight, ready for the celebration that night.

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The past few weeks at Hogwarts have been as good as Hermione wished. To all her teachers, she was simply the smartest witch of her generation, with perfect grades and not a single dent on her record; there was nothing more they could ask of her. But to the members of Slytherin House, she was their mistress, the wife of the Dark Lord, and the SLUTTIEST witch of her generation. There was not a single day Hermione Granger would go without having a cock in her pussy. Her usual fuck was Draco Malfoy, but every now and then she fucked an older student for the experience they possessed. Or, she would fuck the innocent Neville Longbottom, who slowly became more and more perverted with each passing day. However, no one was as good as Hermione's husband, Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. At least once a week, Hermione would sneak into the Chamber of Secrets through its secret entrance in a girls' bathroom. In the Chamber, Hermione would have her brains fucked out as Voldemort fucked her silly in front of any Death Eater lucky enough to be in the Chamber at that time. Hermione loved putting on a show, knowing that she made mens' dicks hard, knowing that they would go home that night to jack off to her.

Tonight was no different, as Hermione exited the Chamber after an intense fucking. Her legs were sore and her throat ached from the rough face fucking she did, a feeling that she had gotten used to by now. Since it was Halloween, Hermione knew that she wouldn't be missed from the special feast in the Great Hall and used the time to sneak down to the Chamber and celebrate the holiday with her husband.

But now, the fun was over and Hermione had to return to the school to prevent anyone from realizing her absence. Looking into the mirror, Hermione fixed her hair and made sure that she looked presentable. As she turned around, Hermione saw large set of ugly feet on the ground. Slowly looking up, Hermione saw a wooden club, a brown vest, and the face of a.... TROLL?!

Hermione couldn't believe it. In shock, Hermione's eyes widened and she let out a loud scream, "AHHHHHH!"

Hermione quickly ran into a nearby stall. Suddenly, the wooden walls broke and flew across the bathroom. Hermione instinctively crawled up into a little ball on the floor.

After a few seconds, Hermione slowly looked up and that's when she saw it. As the troll made its way around the room, Hermione saw that it wasn't wearing any pants. Its massive dick was dangling around with every step it took. And it was MASSIVE.

Almost immediately, Hermione's mouth salivated, wanting to taste the massive hunk of meat. And the fact that the troll was absoluetely filthy, covered in warts and dirt, only turned Hermione on more.

Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Hermione quickly got out of the rubble and took off her robes, leaving herself completely naked. Sluttily, Hermione sang, "Oh, Troll! Look over here?"

The troll quickly turned around and Hermione continued, "Do you want some human pussy?"

At that, Hermione spread her pussy lips apart, trying to give the troll the best view she could while standing up. "I'm sure it's been a while since you last had sex."

Since trolls weren't the smartest of creatures, this was all it took for the troll to drop his club and make his way over to the young naked girl in front of him. As he did so, Hermione slowly walked towards the troll, the two meeting
in the middle of the bathroom. Because the troll was so tall, Hermione was already eye-level with its cock.

Now that she was closer to the troll, Hermione's nose flared as it caught the horrible smell coming off of its filthy body, which again, only added to Hermione's arousal. Looking up, Hermione saw the troll's dirty nose and the snot just ready to drip out. She knew she needed to try that first.

Hermione smiled up at the troll and asked, "Can you lay down for me? You're too tall."

The troll somewhat nodded and collapsed onto the floor, causing the walls to shake. Hermione then climbed on top of its body and laid down on the troll's massive stomach. As if speaking to a small child, Hermione said, "I'm gonna play
with your nose first. I want to eat your boogers."

With that warning out of the way, Hermione took her pointer finger and stuck it inside of the troll's nose. Even though her finger had just barely gone inside, Hermione felt it was covered in snot. Slowly taking it out, Hermione watched as a trail of snot connected her finger to the troll's nose. Then, without any hesitation, Hermione placed her finger into her mouth, sucking and licking all the snot on it.

It was slimy, and the taste was... weird. It wasn't like a bad taste, or a good one, just different. But, Hermione liked it. She then got her face as close to the troll's nose as possible and stuck her tongue into the other nostril.

To anyone else, this would have been disgusting and horrifying to watch, but Hermione was a slut, a FILTHY slut.

As Hermione tongue-fucked his nose, the troll's hands reached for his cock. Without thinking, the troll shoved his cock straight into Hermione's pussy. Hermione squealed at the sudden penetration. If her pussy wasn't gushing, it would have hurt, a lot, but instead, the troll's massive cock just slid right in.

"Oh, FUCK," Hermione moaned out, "You're SO big!"

As the troll fucked her, Hermione returned to eating the troll's snot. No matter how much she ate, it never stopped, as if the troll had an infinite supply of it!

The troll enjoyed the feeling of Hermione's tongue in his nose very much, and with each lick, the troll's cock throbbed. Hermione even felt it, which only added to the pleasure. After a few minutes, and countless orgasms, Hermione said to the troll, "I want to suck your cock."

Now, Hermione had no idea if the troll even understood her, but she climbed off his body and sat down right between his legs. The troll's cock was so hard that it stood straight up. Hermione grasped it with both of her hands and slowly stroked it. The troll was absolutely massive, packing a member of at least two feet! Looking at it, Hermione had no idea how it fit into her pussy. The troll's balls were also huge, as they looked more like basketballs. Hermione stuck out her tongue and licked the massive cock from base to tip before engulfing it. She was barely able to get past the head with how long and thick it was.

Hermione stood at a height of about 4'6", so she almost had to fully stand up on the troll's legs to reach its cock-tip. In between gasps of air, Hermione moaned out, "Your cock is so huge and filthy; I LOVE it! It's perfect for a slut like me. It makes me feel so full and dislodges my jaw when I suck it. I literally couldn't ask for a bigger cock."

Hermione held the cock up with both her hands and tried to lube it up as much as possible, but it was just too big. Then, she got an idea. "Can you blow your nose on your cock?" She asked. "Then I can get both snot and cock."

The troll, as if he was waiting to blow his nose, blew it. It was a very loud noise, kind of like a car revving its engine, but within a matter of seconds, his cock was covered in snot. In fact, his cock was dripping it.

Hermione's face lit up at the sight, almost like a kid at the candy shop. She dove back onto the troll's cock, sucking and licking it greedily. The mix of sliminess and cock was heaven for her and she enjoyed choking on the troll's lubed up meat-stick.

Hermione tried her best to deepthroat as much cock as she could. Every few seconds she tried to go even deeper than she previously had. This cock was spoiling her. The troll itself was incredibly ugly, with warts all over its body. But Hermione didn't care. She was in love... with its cock.

Once Hermione licked off all the remaining snot, Hermione laid back down on the troll's fat stomach. Luckily, the troll took her hint and inserted his cock back into her pussy.

It felt like the troll's cock was going to rip Hermione in two, but the pleasure matched the pain. Hermione licked the troll's lips and forced her tongue into its mouth. As she made out with the troll, Hermione realized that the troll's tongue was just as big, if not bigger, than a normal human cock.

"Stick out your tongue," she moaned out. The troll did as Hermione asked and Hermione instantly started sucking on it like it was a cock.

Just like the troll's snot covered dick, his tongue was just as slimy, but it was a much more manageable size. Hermione was able to get most of it down her throat. Even though Hermione sucked it like a cock, it didn't feel exactly like one to her. It was different. But in a good way.

All while this went on, the troll plowed Hermione's pussy. To Hermione, it almost felt like the troll's cock was going up her stomach! Nevertheless, Hermione continued to moan out like a slut. Getting DP'd was nothing like this.

Hermione could tell the troll was getting close to cumming because it was getting more and more aggressive with each thrust. Hermione moaned out, screaming, "OH, YES! CUM IN ME! FILL ME UP LIKE A WHORE! I WANNA PISS TROLL CUM FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"

Clearly this had an effect on the troll as within seconds, its cock began to pulsate, sending waves throughout Hermione's body. "YES!" Hermione screamed out as she came.

Simultaneously, Hermione and the troll both came. Hermione's pussy filled up with troll cum. However, Hermione's pussy could barely fit any of it. Before she knew it, a giant puddle of troll cum was on the bathroom floor next to her.

Hermione immediately noticed its appearance, as it was slightly green, compared to the pearly white color of human cum. Nevertheless, Hermione climbed off the troll's stomach and started to lick all the cum off the dirty bathroom floor.

Once all the cum was licked off the floor, Hermione eyed the troll's cock once more. The troll had passed out as soon as it came so Hermione was left to do whatever she pleased.

Hermione decided to just sniff the cock and enjoy its size and odor. Somehow, the troll's cock was still pretty hard, even though the troll was sleeping and had just came. That being said, Hermione sat down in between the troll's legs and started to grope its member. Hermione played with the troll cock, stroking it and worshipping it like it was her king. Hermione then started to fondle the troll's balls, squeezing them and sniffing their odor. It was hypnotic to her. So much so, that Hermione didn't notice the bathroom door opening.

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Harry Potter couldn’t believe his eyes. After Professor Quirrell ran into the bathroom screaming bloody murder about a troll, Harry worried that Hermione would discover the troll and be in grave danger. Of course, only half of that was true.

Now in front of Harry was Hermione completely naked, playing with the troll’s cock as if it was just another day. As he continued to watch the sight, he felt blood rush to his own member, stiffening it. To Harry, Hermione was easily the hottest girl in the school, so seeing her like this was a dream cum (hehe) true! Harry wished he could’ve watched Hermione more, but his dumbass companion Ron couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“What the bloody hell?” Ron screamed.

Hermione immediately dropped the massive troll cock in her hands and scrambled to her feet, clearly startled. She hoped it wasn’t a teacher. But as her eyes fixed on the two boys in front of her, she relaxed. Curious, she asked, “How long have you been watching me, you perverts?”

Harry struggled to find the words, “N-n-not l-long. W-w-w-w-we just walked in.”

Even though Hermione had been walked in on, she was not uncomfortable in the slightest, which surprised Harry.

Hermione circled the two boys, eyeing their crotches and asses, making them the uncomfortable ones. Then, she laid down on the filthy bathroom floor and spread her legs, giving the two boys a good look at her pussy and asshole. “You two wanna try me out?” she asked.

Harry and Ron both gulped. Here they were with a smoking hot girl asking them to fuck her in an abandoned girl’s bathroom while a naked troll lay unconscious next to them.

Harry knew that the other professors were never going to even think about searching this bathroom, or even the corridor so there was no worry about being caught by a teacher. Deciding this wasn’t an opportunity one could pass on, he began to unbuckle his belt.

Seeing this, Ron asked, “What are you doing? We can’t do this. She’s a bloody Slytherin for fucks sakes!”
Harry looked Ron in his eyes and said, “I don’t care.”

“Fine,” Ron said, “but don’t expect me to keep my mouth shut about this slut. You’ll both be out of Hogwarts by the end of the week.”

“Oh no you won’t,” Hermione cut in, lightly playing with her pussy. “If I remember correctly from what Malfoy told me, your family is very poor, Ron.”

Ron’s face paled.

Hermione continued, “I wonder how you all would survive if your father lost his job at the Ministry.”

Ron huffed in defeat, “Fine.”

Hermione smiled, “Good. Now run off you fucking weasel. I want to fuck The Boy Who Lived!”

Like a dog, Ron quickly ran out of the bathroom causing both Hermione and Harry to laugh.

“He’s such a pussy it’s hilarious,” Hermione laughed. “How are you friends with him?”

Harry, now in just his underwear, said, “I’m not. He’s just an annoying fanboy that just follows me around everywhere. But I guess it’s not the worst thing to keep someone that devoted to me around.”

Hermione smiled, “So you aren’t a complete idiot.”

As Harry started to push his underwear off, Hermione stopped him. “Let me,” she said submissively.

Hermione got off the floor and led Harry into a stall. Hermione sat down on the toilet and licked Harry’s cock through his underwear.

Harry couldn’t believe it. He was about to lose his virginity to who he thought was the hottest girl in the school.

Meanwhile, Hermione was pleasantly surprised at the size of Harry’s young cock. Sure, it was nothing like the cock she had just fucked, but it was a respectable 6 inches. And it clearly was bigger than what most eleven year-olds pack.

Hermione continued to lick Harry’s cock through his underwear until it was rock hard and his underwear was wet with her saliva. Hermione smiled up at Harry and asked, “You ready to show me your cock?”

Harry nodded. He was ready!

Hermione eagerly pulled down Harry’s boxers causing his dick to smack her in the face, much to her enjoyment. Harry then stepped out of his underwear and threw it to where the rest of his clothes were.

Hermione, using no hands, licked Harry’s cock from base to tip, teasing him. Harry moaned at the wetness of her tongue on his cock. Back at the Dursley’s, Harry had very little time to himself, so whatever time he had, he used it to catch up on sleep or do his homework. As a result, he was very sexually frustrated. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge surprise when Harry came almost instantly in Hermione’s mouth.

Harry immediately apologized, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to so quick!”

Hermione just smiled, her tongue white with cum. Swallowing it, she said, “It’s okay. I like the taste of cum.”

But then, just as quickly as he had cum, Harry was rock hard again.

Hermione smiled, taking Harry’s cock back into her mouth. Yet again, Harry felt the urge to cum instantly, but this time, used all his will not too.

Within minutes, Harry’s hormones got the better of him and he pushed Hermione’s head back, his dick still in her mouth. He slammed her face into the toilet bowl, making sure she was deep-throating him, and she gagged slightly, but didn’t resist. Harry had never felt so powerful before.

After a while, Harry pulled Hermione’s head out of the toilet, his cock now smeared with water and toothpaste. He saw the look in her eyes, a mix of shock and excitement. He knew he could go further, and she’d take it. Harry slammed her head back in, holding her there as he began to thrust, forcing her to gag on his cock. Hermione’s eyes watered and she tried to push him away, but Harry was too strong.

When Harry finally let go, Hermione coughed furiously.

They both stood there for a few minutes, panting, their bodies glistening with sweat and toothpaste. Harry looked down at Hermione, who was still on her knees. He realized he’d gone too far. “I’m sorry, Hermione,” he said, his voice shaking with a mix of regret and anger.

“It’s okay, Harry,” she said, standing up and wiping the toilet water from her face. “I liked it.”

They had a brief, intense conversation where Harry opened up about his family life, his aunt and uncle’s cruel treatment, and the anger that had been festering inside him for years. Hermione listened, her eyes never leaving his, and she could feel his pain, his need to be in control, to lash out. Being the smart girl she is, she saw and opportunity, and what she said next, seized it.

“You can use me, Harry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from Harry’s abuse. “Whenever you need to, just take me and do whatever you want. I’m here for you.”

Her words seemed to break the last of Harry’s self-control, and he pushed her back onto the floor. He was going to take her again, harder and more aggressively than ever. He’d show her his true power, and she’d love every minute of it.

The two of them began to go at it again, their bodies slamming against the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor. Harry’s grip on her was bruising, but Hermione didn’t care. She’d never felt more alive, more desired. Harry’s abuse was a strange aphrodisiac to her, one that she craved.

As they fucked, Harry’s anger melded with his pleasure, turning it into something darker, something primal. He knew he could trust Hermione with his secrets, his desires. They were both outcasts in their own ways, and together, they could conquer Hogwarts and beyond. Little did he know that he was fucking the wife of the Dark Lord, the man who killed his parents, and who indirectly placed him with the Dursleys.

Their second round was even more intense than the first, and as Harry pounded into her, he knew he’d never be able to get enough of her. Hermione’s body was his to use, his to abuse, and she’d always come back for more. It was a power dynamic that both of them found enticing.

As Harry’s orgasm approached, he couldn’t resist the urge to shove Hermione’s head into the toilet bowl once again. She gagged, but took it all in stride, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.

When Harry finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering. “More,” she choked out, begging him to continue. Harry was shocked but thrilled by her response. He slapped her hard across the face, watching as her head snapped to the side.

“Beg for it, you dirty mudblood,” he spat, his voice dripping with malice. Hermione’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly complied, her voice trembling with lust.

“Please, Harry, please hit me again. I want to feel your power, your anger. It turns me on so much.”

Without hesitation, Harry raised his hand and brought it down on her cheek with a resounding crack. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned with pleasure. He continued to strike her, each blow harder than the last, until she was a whimpering mess on the floor, her face a canvas of red and white.

The sound of the door opening made them both freeze. It was Draco Malfoy, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he took in the scene before him. But instead of running away or calling for help, he simply stared, transfixed by the power dynamic playing out before his eyes.

“Is she okay?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.

“More than okay,” Harry sneered, gripping Hermione’s hair and yanking her head back. “Isn’t that right, my little slut?”

Hermione nodded vigorously, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and ecstasy. “Yes, Harry, I’m fine. I love it. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

Draco swallowed hard, his own cock growing stiff in his pants as he watched the muggle-born Slytherin take Harry’s abuse. He knew he shouldn’t be turned on by this, but something about it was undeniably alluring.

“What are you doing here Malfoy?” Harry asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Leave us! And if you tell anyone what you’ve seen here, I’ll make sure you’re the next one on your knees. And you won't get back up.”

Draco nodded, his eyes never leaving the pair on the floor. He turned on his heel and disappeared out the door, leaving Harry to continue his depraved ministrations on the bruised and battered body of Hermione Granger.

With renewed vigor, Harry slammed his cock into her again, her cries of pain mingling with his grunts of pleasure. He knew he could push her further, take her to the brink of consciousness, and she would love every second of it.

Hermione’s breath grew shallower, her moans turning into whimpers. Harry’s grip on her hair tightened, his strokes becoming more erratic. He could feel his orgasm building, and with it, his need to completely dominate her.

He grabbed her wand and whispered an incantation, causing it to shrink down to the size of a small dildo. Without warning, he thrust it into her tight ass, making her scream. She bucked and writhed beneath him, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh, Harry, Harry, please, I can’t take it,” she moaned, her voice barely audible.

“You can take it, slut. You’re going to take it all,” Harry said through gritted teeth, pumping his cock into her and the wand into her ass.

Their bodies were a tangle of sweat and limbs as Harry brought her closer and closer to the edge. Hermione’s nails dug into the tiles, leaving small trails of blood as she begged for release.

Finally, with a roar, Harry came deep inside her, filling her up. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and slapped her across the face one last time.

“Thank you, Harry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at her, his softening. “I hope I didn't hurt you to badly, Hermione. If it's okay with you, I'd want to do this again."

"Of course we can, Harry," Hermione panted, still recovering from the beating. "We can do this whenever you'd like. As often as you'd like."

The two of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entwined on the cold, hard floor. Harry's cock began to soften, but Hermione wasn't quite finished yet. She took his limp member into her hand, stroking it gently as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You know, Harry, you really are quite the potent wizard. I've never felt so alive."

Her tender touch was soothing, and Harry's eyes fluttered shut as she continued to play with his cock, bringing it back to life with surprising ease. "You're one of a kind, Hermione," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Her strokes grew bolder, more confident, and soon Harry's cock was standing at attention again. She licked her lips, eyeing it hungrily. "You're so much more than I could've ever hoped for in a... partner."

"And you, Hermione," Harry said, his voice filled with lust and admiration, "you're... incredible. Your appetite for this... it's like nothing I've ever seen before."

Hermione chuckled, her hand never stopping its ministrations. "You've never been with a Slytherin before, have you?"

"Never," Harry admitted.

"Well, you're in for quite the ride," she promised, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As Harry's erection grew stronger, Hermione leaned in and took his cock into her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck him off. Harry's eyes shot open, his back arching as pleasure shot through him.

But as much as Hermione enjoyed the taste of Harry on her tongue, she knew they couldn't stay here forever. With a wink, she released his cock and whispered an incantation. A soft, warm light enveloped her body, and when it faded, all signs of her bruises and cuts were gone. She looked up at Harry, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Episkey," she said, pointing her wand at him.

The same light washed over Harry, healing his bruises and cuts from their intense encounter. He sat up, staring at her in amazement. "How did you do that?"

"Just a little Slytherin magic," Hermione said with a smirk. "Now, we're all cleaned up and ready to go. We should get back to the feast before everyone starts to miss us."

The two of them got dressed in a hurry, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Harry couldn't believe what had just happened, but he knew he wanted more. Hermione looked at him with a knowing smile, and he felt his heart race.

As they exited the bathroom, Harry slipped his arm around Hermione's waist, pulling her close. They walked down the corridor, their steps in sync, as if they'd been doing this for years.

"Remember, Harry," Hermione whispered, "what happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom."

"I won't tell anyone," Harry promised, his voice hoarse.

"Good," she said, her voice filled with a seductive tone. "Because I'd hate for our little secret to get out."

They entered the Great Hall, and the chatter of the students swallowed them whole. But as he sat down at the Gryffindor table, Harry couldn't help but think about what they'd just done, and what was to come. Little did he know, their dark secret would be the catalyst for a friendship that would shake the very foundations of Hogwarts.

Harry tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, but every time Harry caught Hermione's eye, he felt his cock twitch, reminding him of the power and pleasure he had just experienced. And Hermione, with her newfound understanding of Harry's desires, felt a thrill of anticipation for the fucking her husband would give her when he learned that she seduced Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived!

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Three days had passed since Harry and Hermione’s steamy encounter in the girl’s bathroom, and the secret of their twisted friendship was still safe. Hermione had taken to the hallowed halls of Hogwarts with new confidence, her steps a little lighter and her smile a little wider, knowing she had the power to make the famous Harry Potter her personal plaything whenever she desired.

But tonight was not about Harry. Tonight, she had other plans. Hermione made her way to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, her heart racing with excitement. She knew the password to the Chamber of Secrets, a gift from Voldemort himself. She whispered the words in Parseltongue, and the snake-like pipes shifted, revealing the hidden entrance. She stepped inside, feeling a strange sense of belonging.

The damp, eerie atmosphere of the bathroom was a stark contrast to the dark, evil, and yet somehow inviting glow of the Chamber. She descended the steps, her bare feet echoing off the stone walls. When she reached the bottom, she saw Voldemort, his naked form illuminated by the candles scattered around the room.

He was not alone. A woman with long, dark hair and a sinister smile was kneeling before him. Bellatrix Lestrange.

Hermione’s stomach flipped with excitement as she recognized the infamous Death Eater. She knew what this meant.

Voldemort looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “Ah, my dear Hermione. How lovely of you to join us. You remember Bellatrix, don’t you?”

Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed as she took in Hermione’s naked form. “What is this mudblood doing here?” she spat, unable to hide her contempt.

Voldemort chuckled. “Hermione is not just any mudblood, Bellatrix. She is my queen, and she has come to show me something quite special. Isn’t that right, my beloved?”

Hermione nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of power as she stepped closer to the pair. “I’ve made a new... friend, my lord. Harry Potter.”

Bellatrix’s eyes widened in surprise, but she remained silent, waiting for her master’s reaction.

Voldemort’s smile grew. “Indeed? And what does this friend know of our... arrangement?”

“Nothing, my lord. He’s quite eager to fuck me though,” Hermione replied, her voice dripping with innuendo. "As far as he is concerned, I am his girlfriend, and have no knowledge of you outside of what is known to the rest of wizardkind."

Bellatrix’s face contorted in anger. She had always harbored a secret love for her Dark Lord, and now this... this child, this mudblood whore, had taken her rightful place beside him.

“But why, my lord?” she choked out, unable to hide her jealousy. “Why would you allow such a... a...”

Voldemort’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. He waved his hand, and the force of his magic slammed Bellatrix onto her knees, her mouth gaping open in shock.

“I allow it because it serves my purposes, Bellatrix,” he hissed, his voice cold and commanding. “Hermione's influence over Harry Potter is invaluable to us. And if that means she must share her... charms with him, so be it. Do not question me again on this matter!”

Bellatrix’s eyes watered, but she nodded in submission, her body trembling with both anger and fear.

Voldemort turned his attention back to Hermione, his snake-like smile growing wider. “Now, tell me more about this... friendship you’ve developed with Harry Potter. How far have you managed to infiltrate his life?”

Hermione stepped closer to him, her bare breasts brushing against his muscular chest. “He’s mine, my lord. I’ve fucked him, and he’s completely under my control. He’ll do anything I say, and he thinks it’s all because he loves me.”

Voldemort’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “And what of the troll? Did you keep it as I instructed?”

Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “Yes, my lord. It’s in the Room of Requirement, sleeping. I’ve named him Trevor. He’s quite docile when he’s not... busy.”

The Dark Lord chuckled, the sound echoing off the chamber walls.

“Come here, Hermione,” he beckoned, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine. She obeyed without hesitation, her naked body gliding over to the throne where he sat. He pulled her onto his lap, her bare skin pressing against his cool, scaly body. “Tell me, how does it feel to have the power to manipulate the wizarding world’s golden boy?”

Hermione leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “It’s exhilarating, my lord. I’ve never felt so alive.”

Voldemort’s hands roamed her body, his long, forked tongue flicking out to taste her neck. “Good, my queen. Now, show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Hermione crushed her mouth against his, their tongues dancing in a passionate dance of power and darkness. Her hands found their way to his cock, which was already hard and throbbing with desire. She stroked him expertly, her years of watching porn serving her well.

Voldemort’s hands roamed over her body, his long, bony fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. He reached behind her and pulled her closer, grinding his cock against her stomach as they kissed.

Hermione broke away from the kiss, her eyes burning with desire. She took his tongue in her mouth, sucking on it like it was the head of a cock. Voldemort groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she worked her magic. She swirled her tongue around his, tasting the power and evil that emanated from him.

With a wicked smile, Hermione released his tongue and leaned back, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I've missed you, my lord," she purred, before leaning down to kiss him once more. This time, she took his spit into her mouth, savoring the taste of him. Voldemort watched her, his own arousal growing.

Bellatrix, still on her knees, couldn’t help but watch in envy. She had never seen the Dark Lord so taken with anyone, not even her. She knew she had to prove herself worthy of his attention. With a snarl, she ripped off her own clothes, revealing her lithe, pale body. She crawled over to Hermione and Voldemort, her eyes never leaving his face.

Voldemort looked down at Bellatrix, his smile growing even more wicked. "You see, Hermione," he said, "Bellatrix is my devoted servant. She will do anything for me." He gestured for Bellatrix to come closer.

Bellatrix slithered over to them, her eyes on Hermione's body. She knew that Voldemort enjoyed watching them together, and she was eager to please. Hermione felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as Bellatrix approached, but she also knew that this was what her lord and husband wanted, and she would not disappoint.

Voldemort leaned back on the throne, his cock standing tall and proud. "Now, my lovely ladies, show me how much you truly crave each other. I want to see you devour each other's flesh like the hungry animals you are."

Bellatrix was the first to make a move, her eyes locked on Hermione's pussy. She leaned in and began to lick, her tongue flicking against the young witch's clit. Hermione gasped, her body arching off the throne. It was her first time with a girl, and the sensation was overwhelming. She had never felt so alive, so powerful.

As Bellatrix feasted on her, Hermione couldn't help but reach out and touch her own body, exploring her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She had never felt this way before, this raw, animalistic need to be filled and claimed. She looked over at Voldemort, who watched them with a dark hunger in his eyes. He was the one who had brought her to this point, who had made her the sluttiest witch of her generation, and she loved him for it.

Hermione leaned in, her mouth finding Bellatrix's, their tongues intertwining as Bellatrix continued to pleasure her. It was strange, but also thrilling, to kiss a girl for the first time. She felt a new kind of power surge through her, a power that was not just from her magic, but from her sexuality.

The two witches moaned into each other's mouths as their bodies moved together in a symphony of desire. Hermione's hand found Bellatrix's pussy, her fingers sliding inside the older woman with ease. Bellatrix's hips bucked against her hand, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Hermione felt a strange sense of power as she dominated Bellatrix, her own orgasm building. She had never felt so in control, so wanted. The Dark Lord's eyes bore into her as he stroked his cock, watching the show.

With a snarl, Hermione ripped Bellatrix's clothes off, revealing her large, firm tits. Without a second thought, she threw herself onto them, sucking and biting as Bellatrix gasped. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she knew that she would crave it again and again.

Bellatrix's hands found Hermione's hair, gripping tightly as she pushed her face further into her chest. Hermione could feel Bellatrix's nipples harden against her tongue, and she sucked harder, eager to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Hermione had had enough. She threw Bellatrix onto the floor and climbed on top of her, straddling her chest. Her own breasts bounced as she moved, and she could feel Voldemort's gaze on her, his cock growing harder by the second. She leaned down and took one of Bellatrix's tits in her mouth, sucking and biting, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Bellatrix moaned beneath her, her body writhing in pleasure and pain.

Hermione's teeth closed around Bellatrix's nipple, and she tugged on it, feeling the woman's body arch beneath her. Bellatrix's moans grew louder, and Hermione could feel her wetness pooling between her own legs. She switched to the other tit, her teeth and tongue working in tandem as she abused the soft, round flesh. Bellatrix's hands found her own pussy, her fingers moving in a frantic rhythm as she watched the young mudblood take charge.

Voldemort watched with a mix of pride and hunger as Hermione claimed Bellatrix's body. He knew that his queen was a force to be reckoned with, and this display only solidified that belief. His cock was painfully hard now, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer to claim her. He leaned forward, his hand reaching out to stroke Hermione's back, feeling her power surge through her. "That's it, my love," he murmured. "Show her who's in charge."

Hermione took his words as encouragement, and she sat up, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. She took Bellatrix's nipples in her fingers and began to twist, pulling them as hard as she could. Bellatrix's eyes widened, and she let out a strangled cry, her body arching off the stone floor. "You like that, you whore?" Hermione spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "You like having your dirty tits played with by a filthy mudblood like me?"

Bellatrix's only response was a gasp as Hermione twisted her nipples even harder, pulling them away from her body as if trying to rip them off. The pain was exquisite, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep inside her. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.

"Please what?" Hermione taunted, her own breath coming in ragged pants. "Please stop, or please keep going?" She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over Bellatrix's face. "Beg for it, slut," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Bellatrix's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the sharp sting of pain mingle with the sweetness of pleasure. "Please," she groaned. "Please, keep going."

With a wicked smile, Hermione complied, her grip on Bellatrix's nipples tightening even more. She watched as the woman beneath her squirmed and writhed, her body a canvas of need and desire. "You're going to scream for me, Bellatrix," Hermione said, her voice filled with dark promise. "You're going to scream my name as you come all over the floor of the Chamber of Secrets."

Bellatrix's eyes snapped open, and she stared up at the young mudblood girl who had taken over her body. "Never," she gritted out, trying to push Hermione away. But the girl was too strong, and she continued to abuse her tits, her other hand now buried in Bellatrix's pussy, her fingers moving in a punishing rhythm that had her on the edge of sanity.

Hermione leaned down, her teeth bared in a feral grin. "Oh, I think you will," she whispered, her voice filled with dark promise. "You're going to scream so loud, everyone in Hogwarts will hear you, and they'll all know that you're the Dark Lord's little whore."

The words were like a knife in Bellatrix's soul, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. She was his, and she would do anything for him. Anything to please him.

With a snarl, Bellatrix bucked her hips upward, trying to throw Hermione off. But the girl was too fast, too strong. Before she knew it, Hermione's legs were spread apart, and she was straddling Bellatrix's thighs, her own wetness pressing against the Death Eater's skin.

Hermione leaned in, her teeth grazing Bellatrix's ear. "You're going to scream for me," she whispered, her voice filled with dark promise. "You're going to come harder than you ever have before."

Bellatrix's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Hermione's wetness against her, and she realized what the girl was going to do. With a snarl, she tried to push her away, but it was too late. Hermione's legs closed around her, trapping her in a vice-like grip as she began to grind her pussy against Bellatrix's thigh.

The sensation was unlike anything Bellatrix had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. She had never been with a woman, never even considered it. But now, with the Dark Lord's own queen dominating her, she found herself unable to resist.

Hermione's hands never left Bellatrix's breasts, continuing to twist and pull her nipples as she ground down on her. Bellatrix's hips began to move in time with hers, her own orgasm building as she felt the girl's clit rub against her leg.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, as the two witches writhed together on the cold stone floor. Voldemort watched with a smile on his face, his cock in his hand, stroking it to the rhythm of their passion.

As Hermione felt Bellatrix's orgasm approaching, she leaned back and pushed Bellatrix's legs apart with her own, scissoring the woman's thighs with her own. The sensation of their pussies rubbing together was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she knew that she was going to come harder than ever.

Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock as she felt Hermione's wetness against her own, and she couldn't believe the betrayal she was committing. But the feeling was too intense to ignore, and she found herself pushing back against the girl, her own hips moving in a frantic rhythm.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of lust and power, their orgasms building until they were both screaming out in pleasure. Hermione's eyes were closed, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she felt the waves of ecstasy wash over her, her pussy spasming around nothing as she came.

Bellatrix's eyes were locked on Voldemort's, and she could see the approval in his gaze. It was all she needed to push her over the edge, and with a scream that echoed through the chamber, she came, her juices coating Hermione's thigh.

The two women collapsed in a heap, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Voldemort stood from his throne, his cock still hard and demanding. He knew that this was just the beginning. With Harry Potter under Hermione's control and the two of them at his side, there was nothing they couldn't conquer.

He approached the tangled mass of limbs on the floor, a plan forming in his twisted mind. He knew that he would have to be careful with Harry. The boy was powerful, and he could feel the pull of the prophecy that surrounded him. But with Hermione as his queen, he had the ultimate weapon. A weapon that could seduce and control the very heart of the enemy.

He leaned down, his hand caressing Hermione's cheek as she looked up at him with love and devotion in her eyes. "My love," he murmured, "you have done well."

Hermione nodded eagerly, her heart racing with excitement. "Anything, my lord," she whispered, her voice husky with passion. "Anything for you."

Voldemort's smile grew even more wicked at her words, and he stepped closer to her. His cock, still rock-hard, was mere inches from her face. "Good girl," he praised, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Now, show me how much you truly crave me."

Without hesitation, Hermione opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in, her tongue flicking over the slit to taste the precum that leaked from it. Voldemort hissed, his eyes narrowing with pleasure as she began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of him in each time. His hand found the back of her head, guiding her movements as he grew more and more impatient.

But before long, he had had enough of her teasing. With a snarl, he pulled her up and bent her over the throne, her ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her wet entrance. "You're mine," he growled, and with one hard thrust, he claimed her.

Hermione screamed as he filled her completely, his cock stretching her to the limits. It took everything she had to not pass out from the pleasure and pain that mixed together.

Voldemort didn't hold back. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into her with the force of a storm. Hermione's cries echoed through the chamber, each thrust driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, her body responding to his every move.

The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with Hermione's gasps and moans. Bellatrix watched from the floor, her own hand between her legs as she masturbated to the sight of her master and her rival in such an intimate embrace.

Voldemort's hand found its way to Hermione's clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. She knew that she was going to come, and she was going to come hard.

With a final, brutal thrust, Voldemort reached around and pinched her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. Hermione's orgasm was explosive, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she screamed his name.

But the Dark Lord wasn't done with her yet. He pulled out and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. "You're such a good little slut," he sneered, his eyes burning with malice and lust. "Now, let's see how much of a whore you really are."

He shoved her onto her back, her legs spread wide, and climbed onto the throne. His cock, still slick with her juices, hovered over her face. "Take it," he ordered, and Hermione eagerly opened her mouth, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Voldemort didn't hold back, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. He could feel her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, but she took it eagerly, her tongue wrapping around the length of him. He gripped her head with both hands, holding her in place as he began to fuck her face.

Hermione gagged and choked, but she didn't stop. She loved the feeling of his power, his control over her body. She could feel his excitement growing, his cock swelling even larger in her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, begging for more.

The Dark Lord's hips snapped forward, his cock slamming into the back of her throat. She could feel her eyes watering, her nose being pushed into his pelvis, but she didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing her lord and master.

Voldemort's grip tightened in her hair, and he began to pump faster and faster. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she took him in, her throat tightening around his cock. She could feel the warmth of his cum building, and she knew that she was going to swallow it all.

With a roar, he came, his seed flooding her mouth. Hermione eagerly swallowed, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel his power pulsing through her, filling her with strength and lust.

As he pulled out, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. "More," she begged, her voice muffled by his still-hard cock.

Voldemort smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming. He knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her: utterly devoted and desperate for his cock. "Greedy little mudblood," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "But you're going to get what you want."

He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and it only made him want her more. His cock was still hard, and he knew that he could fuck her for hours.

With a wicked grin, he whispered, "Beg for it," and pulled out of her pussy. Hermione's eyes went wide with anticipation as she felt his cockhead nudge at her ass. She had been preparing herself for this moment since their first encounter, and she was more than ready.

"Please, my lord," she begged, her voice breathy with need. "Please fuck my ass like I abused Bellatrix."

Voldemort chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with sadistic glee. "Oh, my dear Hermione," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "You want me to use you like you did her?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Please, I need it. I need you to use me like that."

The Dark Lord leaned down, his cock still slick with her juices. He licked along her jawline, savoring the salty tang of her sweat. "Very well," he said, his voice low and sinister. "But remember, this is not love. This is power."

With that, he positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing back against her tight hole. Hermione tensed, waiting for him to fuck her ass again.

And then he was inside her, pushing into her ass with a roughness that made her scream. "Fuck me, my lord," she begged, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "Fuck me like I'm nothing but a dirty little whore."

Voldemort's chuckles grew louder, his thrusts becoming more brutal with every word she spoke. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his hand reaching around to squeeze her young tits. "You like being used and abused by your Dark Lord."

"Yes," she gasped, her pussy clenching around the memory of Harry's abuse. "I do. I love it. I love you."

The words seemed to spur him on, and he slammed into her with even more force. "Say it again," he growled, his nails digging into her skin. "Say you love me."

"I love you," Hermione screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the chamber. "I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!"

The force of his thrusts grew, each one pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. She could feel her ass stretching around him, could feel herself opening up to take all of him, and she reveled in it. She was his, completely and utterly.

Bellatrix watched from her place on the floor, her own hand slipping between her legs as she masturbated to the sight. She had never seen anyone so willing to debase themselves for the Dark Lord, and it made her own submission seem almost tame by comparison.

As Hermione's orgasm built, she could feel Voldemort's own pleasure growing. His grip on her tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his peak. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a hiss in her ear. "Cum for me, my queen."

And she did. With a scream that was almost a roar, Hermione's body convulsed around Voldemort's cock, her ass milking him for every last drop of his cum. He growled, his own orgasm tearing through him as he filled her with his seed.

When it was over, he pulled out, leaving her panting and trembling on the throne. "Good girl," he praised, stroking her cheek. "Now, go clean yourself up. We have a school, and a world, to corrupt."

Hermione nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. She knew that she would do anything for him, anything at all. She was Voldemort's queen, and she would bring the Wizarding World to its knees in the pursuit of power and pleasure.

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The days passed at Hogwarts with Hermione Granger, the first muggle-born to ever grace the halls of Slytherin, reveling in her newfound power and sexual freedom. She had Harry Potter wrapped around her little finger, and she knew it. Each day she watched him, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. That moment came on a cold, moonlit night when Harry was feeling particularly down. He had just received another cruel letter from his aunt, and he was ripe for the taking.

Hermione found Harry sitting in the deserted library, his eyes bloodshot and his fists clenched. She approached him with a seductive smile, her hips swaying as she sailed through the aisles of dusty books. "What's the matter, Harry?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux concern.

"It's nothing," Harry mumbled, not looking up.

"Let me guess," she said, sliding into the chair next to him. "The Dursleys again?"

He nodded, and she could see the rage bubbling just beneath the surface. "They just don't understand," he murmured.

"Oh, Harry," she cooed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know exactly what you're feeling. I know what it's like to be mistreated by those who are supposed to love you."

Her words struck a chord with Harry, and he looked at her with newfound interest. "You do?"

"Of course," she said, her hand sliding down to his thigh. "But I've learned to deal with it in my own way."

Before Harry could protest, Hermione leaned in and kissed him, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth. He was surprised but didn't resist. After all, he had been fucking Hermione for weeks.

The kiss grew more heated, and soon their hands were everywhere, exploring each other's bodies with a fervor that neither had felt before. Harry's cock grew hard against Hermione's leg, and she could feel the anger and frustration in him as he groped her breasts and ground against her.

Hermione broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I know what you need, Harry. You need to take out your anger on someone."

"You need to dominate me," she continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You need to show me that you're the one in control."

Harry nodded, eager to do anything that would make him feel powerful. Hermione led him to her private bedroom, a perk she had been granted by the Slytherin students who were both afraid of and in awe of her status.

Once inside, she pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, her pussy already wet and throbbing with anticipation. "Do whatever you want to me," she purred, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. "I'm all yours."

Harry's eyes widened, and without another word, he slapped her across the face. The sound echoed through the room, and Hermione's cheek flushed red with pleasure. She had been waiting for this, for the chance to be used and abused by someone she could manipulate.

He slapped her again, harder this time, and she moaned, grinding her hips against him. "That's it," she whispered. "Take it out on me."

He slapped her pussy, watching with dark satisfaction as she squirmed and gasped. Then, without warning, he pushed his hand into her mouth and slapped her cheek with it, making sure she could taste her own juices.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, and she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Harry watched, his own cock pulsing with excitement. He had only ever seen Hermione come from just being slapped. But then again, she was the only girl he has ever been with, and only one he wants to be with.

"More," she begged, her voice muffled by her hand. "More, Harry. Make me your slut."

He slapped her again, this time across the ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. She moaned and leaned into the hit, urging him to go harder.

"Is this what you want?" Harry asked, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked onto his. "I want everyone to see you use me like the whore I am."

The words sent a thrill through Harry, and he grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her off the bed. "Then let's go show them," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

They stumbled out of the room, Harry's hand tight in her hair, and made their way to the Slytherin Common Room. Hermione's eyes gleamed with excitement as they descended the stairs, her ass still stinging from Harry's slaps. The room was filled with the low murmur of conversation and the flickering light from the fireplace.

As they entered, all eyes turned to them. The Slytherins watched with a mix of awe and envy as Harry pulled Hermione to the center of the room. She was still naked, her body marked with Harry's passion, and she knew that every eye was on them.

"Everyone, this is my little slut," Harry announced, his voice carrying over the room. "Isn't she pretty?"

The Slytherins murmured their agreement, and Hermione felt a thrill of power rush through her. She had Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the hero of the wizarding world, treating her like the dirty whore she knew she was. It was intoxicating.

"I want you to watch," Harry continued, his grip on her hair tightening. "I want everyone to see what a good little slut she is."

Hermione dropped to her knees, her legs spread wide for everyone to see. Harry's cock was hard and throbbing, and she eagerly took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The room was silent except for the sounds of Harry's grunts and her own moans.

As Harry fucked her face, Hermione felt her own arousal growing. She knew that she was putting on a show for everyone, that she was being used and degraded in front of her peers, and it only made her wetter. When Harry finally came, she swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

The Slytherins watched, transfixed, as Harry pulled out of her mouth and slapped her ass one last time before helping her to her feet. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with pride.

It was then that Blaise Zabini, a fellow Slytherin and one of the few who had dared to challenge Hermione's authority, spoke up. "What the fuck is this, Granger?" he sneered. "Why are you letting a Gryffindor treat you like that?"

Hermione turned to him, her eyes narrowed and filled with malice. "No one asked you what you thought, nigger," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

The room fell silent at the slur, but Harry just smirked, his eyes gleaming. He had never seen Hermione act so crudely before, and it was a huge turn-on. "Fuck her," he told Blaise, his voice cold and hard. "I dare you."

Blaise took a step back, his eyes wide. He knew better than to cross the Dark Lord's wife.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione whispered, her hand on his cock, stroking it gently. "Fuck me. Right here. Right now. Show them all who I belong to."

Without a second thought, Harry grabbed Hermione and bent her over the nearest table, not caring that it was covered in school books and parchment. He pushed into her without warning, and she screamed, her pussy tightening around him. He began to fuck her hard, his hips slamming into her as she begged for more.

"Yes, Harry," she moaned, her voice echoing through the room. "Fuck me like you hate me. Like you hate the Dursleys. Like you hate everyone who's ever hurt you."

And Harry did. He fucked her like he had never fucked anyone before, his anger and frustration driving him deeper and deeper inside her. He didn't care that they were in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room, surrounded by their peers. All he cared about was the way Hermione's body felt under his, the way she took every punishing thrust without complaint.

The Slytherins watched, some with envy, others with disgust. But they all knew better than to interfere. This was Harry Potter, the Chosen One, and Hermione Granger, the Dark Lord's queen.

When Harry finally came, he pulled out and spilled his cum all over Hermione's back. She moaned, her body trembling with the force of her own orgasm. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're mine, Hermione. Always remember that."

"I am," she murmured, her voice shaky. "I am yours."

The room was still silent as Harry pulled up his pants and helped Hermione to her feet.

"Thank you, Harry," she murmured, her voice still thick with lust.

He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her, his cum still glistening on her back. "Anytime, Hermione."

The Slytherins had watched the entire display, their own desires kindling at the sight of the two of them together. They knew better than to interfere with the Dark Lord's wife, but some couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at Harry's power over her.

Hermione straightened herself, a smug look on her face. The silence in the room was palpable, but Hermione didn't care. She had Harry Potter, the most famous wizard in the school, fucking her like an animal in front of everyone. It was the ultimate display of power, and her power over him.

Their eyes locked, and without another word, Harry leaned down and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and cupping her ass as she wrapped her arms around him, her legs still trembling from the force of their encounter. The kiss was hungry and desperate, a declaration of ownership that left no room for doubt.

The Slytherins looked on, some in shock, others in envy. They had never seen Harry Potter so lost in passion before, especially not with a Slytherin like Hermione Granger. But the whispers and glances only served to fuel Harry's desire, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as if it was the first time they had ever kissed.

As they broke apart, gasping for air, Hermione leaned into him, her hands sliding down to grip his cock through his pants. Harry's eyes went wide, and he moaned softly, his body responding to her touch. She smirked, feeling the power she had over him, and whispered, "Let's go back to my room. I want more."

They didn't bother cleaning up, didn't bother with clothes. They stumbled back to her private chamber, their bodies entwined, their kisses growing more and more frantic with each step. The moment they were behind the closed door, Harry pushed her onto the bed and stripped off her robes, his eyes raking over her naked body.

"Fuck me again," she begged, her voice needy and raw. "Fuck me until I can't walk straight."

And Harry did. He took her, hard and fast, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. She moaned and screamed his name, her body arching off the bed as he pounded into her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, and she knew that she would do anything for Harry Potter.

"Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Harry. I need it harder."

Her words spurred him on, and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he thrust into her. He could feel the anger and pain coursing through him, and he took it out on her body, his hips moving faster and faster.

"Is this what you want, you little slut?" he growled, his grip tightening. "You want me to beat you like a worthless whore?"

"Yes," she sobbed, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, Harry. Beat me. Make me feel alive."

And so he did. He slapped her face, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. He punched her in the stomach, making her gasp for air. He kicked her in the side, sending her sprawling across the bed. And she took it all, her body craving the pain, her mind swimming with the power of their twisted love.

But even as he hit her, Harry couldn't ignore the twinge of guilt that stabbed at his heart. He had never wanted to hurt her, but there was something about her begging for it that made him feel alive, like he could conquer the world. And he knew that she felt the same way.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to face him, his cock still rock hard and ready for more. "You're mine, Hermione," he snarled. "Mine to do with as I please."

Her eyes lit up with a mix of fear and excitement, and she whispered, "Yes, Harry. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

Their eyes locked, and he knew that she meant it. That she wanted him to own her, to dominate her completely. And he was more than willing to oblige. He slapped her again, harder this time, and she moaned with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"I love it," she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. "I love it when you hurt me."

The words sent a thrill through Harry, and he didn't hold back. He slapped her again, and again, each hit echoing through the room. He watched as she writhed in pleasure, her body responding to his every touch. And when he finally came, it was with a roar that shook the very foundations of Hogwarts.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had claimed her, marked her as his own. And she had loved every minute of it.

But as the reality of what they had done began to set in, Harry felt a coldness spread through him. He had never been this brutal with anyone before. And as he looked at the bruises and welts covering Hermione's body, he couldn't help but wonder if he had gone too far.

"Hermione," he whispered, his voice filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him, her cheek bruised and her lip split. "I'm more than okay, Harry," she murmured. "That was the best night of my life."

He kissed her gently, tasting the blood on her mouth. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't," she assured him, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "You gave me what I needed. What we both needed."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing. And in that moment, Harry realized that their love was unlike any he had ever known. It was dark and twisted, but it was real. And it was theirs.

"Hermione," he said, his voice hoarse from his earlier passion. "I'm not sure if I can do this again."

Her eyes searched his, and she saw the doubt in them. "Why not?" she whispered. "It's what you want. It's what we both want."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, his grip on her tightening. "I never wanted to be that person."

But Hermione just smirked. "You're not hurting me, Harry," she said, her voice filled with a dark seductiveness. "You're just showing me what it's like to be loved by you."

With those words, she rolled over and straddled him, her bruised and battered body sitting atop his. She reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently until it was hard again. "Beg me," she whispered. "Beg me to let you beat me like that again."

And Harry did. He begged her, his voice raw and desperate, as she continued to stroke him. He begged her to let him hurt her, to let him show everyone who she truly belonged to.

"Please, Hermione," he moaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "Please let me do it again."

Her smirk grew wider, and she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Anything you want, Harry. Just say the word."

And with that, she slammed her body down onto his, taking him deep inside her. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust, his movements rough and punishing. And as she moaned and begged for more, he couldn't help but feel a dark thrill at the power he had over her.

He slapped her again, hard enough to leave a handprint on her ass. She moaned louder, her pussy clenching around him. He punched her in the stomach, making her gasp, and she begged him to keep going.

"Is this what you want?" he growled. "To be treated like a worthless slut?"

"Yes," she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Yes, Harry. I want it all."

He didn't hold back after that. He slapped her, punched her, kicked her, and bit her, leaving bruises and marks all over her body. And she took it all, her cries of pain mixing with those of pleasure as she rode him like a wild animal.

Their love was a dance of dominance and submission, of pain and pleasure. It was a dance that only they understood, and it was a dance they would perform for the rest of their lives.

As they came together, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their climax, Harry knew that he had found his queen. And she had found her king.

The next morning, as they lay in bed, their bodies sore and their hearts filled with a love that was both dark and beautiful, Hermione looked at Harry with a knowing smile.

"You know," she said, her voice soft. "I think I might actually start to enjoy being a mudblood slut."

He chuckled, pulling her closer. "As long as you're my mudblood slut," he said, kissing her gently.

And with that, they fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, their twisted love seemingly stronger than ever.

The following day, the whispers and glances in the hallways grew more intense as rumors spread about the strange noises that had come from Hermione's room the night before. Some students spoke of hearing cries of pain, while others swore they heard moans of pleasure. The gossip was juicy, but none dared to confront the couple about it.

As they made their way to breakfast, Harry could feel the weight of his newfound power pressing down on him. He had crossed a line the night before, one that he wasn't sure he could ever come back from. Hermione, on the other hand, walked with a newfound confidence, her bruised and swollen body a badge of honor.

The Great Hall was buzzing with whispers as they entered. The Gryffindors stared at Harry with a mix of fear and disgust, while the Slytherins nodded in respect. The other houses had always known that Harry was different, but now they knew just how much so.

The two of them sat down at the Slytherin table, ignoring the stares and whispers. Hermione reached under the table and began to stroke Harry's cock through his robes, her eyes never leaving his.

"You know, Harry," she said, her voice low enough only for him to hear. "I think Professor Snape is watching us."

He looked up and sure enough, Snape was there, his gaze sharp and unblinking. Harry felt a thrill of fear and excitement, knowing that their secret was no longer just theirs.

"What do you want from him?" Harry murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Just a little... fun," Hermione smirked, her hand moving faster. "You see, Harry, I have a feeling that Professor Snape is just as dark and twisted as we are. And I think he'd love to see what his little mudblood slut is capable of."

With that, she began to walk towards Snape, her hips swaying seductively. Harry watched, his heart racing, as she approached the professor.

Snape's eyes narrowed as she neared, his wand twitching slightly at his side. He knew what she was, who she belonged to, and what she was capable of. And he couldn't help but feel a twinge of... something.

Hermione stopped in front of him, her eyes locked on his. "Good morning, Professor," she purred, her hand still moving under the table, teasing Harry. "Could I ask for a... private lesson today?"

Snape's lip curled in disgust, but he couldn't deny the lust that flared in his chest. Seeing his hesitation, Hermione opened her robes to reveal her bruised and used body. "Very well," he said, his voice cold. "But be warned, I expect nothing less than perfection."

Hermione smirked and walked back to Harry, giving his cock one final squeeze before releasing him. "I'll be back," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As she walked away, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He had no idea what she had planned, but he knew it would be something that would push them all to the edge.

As she disappeared down the corridor, Harry wondered what dark pleasures awaited her with Snape. And as Snape's eyes followed her, he imagined the ways he could use the young Slytherin to learn about Voldemort and his whereabouts.

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The corridors of Hogwarts were eerily silent as Hermione made her way to the potions classroom. The castle felt almost deserted, as if the very stones themselves knew that something illicit was about to take place. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation; she had been looking forward to this moment since the day she had first laid eyes on the tall, brooding figure of Severus Snape.

He had always intrigued her, with his dark hair and piercing gaze, and now she had the perfect opportunity to get her hands on him. As she approached the room, she could feel the magic in the air thicken, a sign that she wasn’t the only one who knew something was about to happen.

Snape wasn't far behind her, his eyes narrowed and his wand at the ready. He had seen the darkness in Harry’s eyes the night before, and he knew that the boy was slipping further and further under Hermione's control. But he hadn’t anticipated this – the mudblood slut of the Dark Lord in his own classroom, offering herself up to him.

“You wish to learn from me, Miss Granger?” he sneered, as he entered his classrom, his voice thick with contempt.

Hermione smirked, letting her robes fall to the floor. “I know you’re not a true Death Eater, Snape. I know about your betrayal to Dumbledore."

Snape’s eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about, you insolent child?"

"Oh, come now, don’t play dumb," Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think I don’t know about the prophecy? That you were the one who told Dumbledore about it? You think I don’t know that you’re just biding your time until you can betray the Dark Lord again?"

Snape's hand tightened around his wand, but before he could say another word, Hermione had already started reciting the incantation for the Imperius Curse. "Imperio!" she shouted, pointing her wand at his chest.

Snape felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if a cold hand had grabbed hold of his spine and was squeezing tightly. He tried to resist, but it was no use; the power of the curse was too strong.

"Now, Snape," Hermione said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "You will do exactly as I say."

The potions master struggled against the invisible bonds, but it was futile. He was completely under her control.

"Good," Hermione said, her voice sweet as honey. "Now, let’s see if you’re as good at fucking as you are at double-crossing."

With that, she reached down and unbuckled his trousers, pulling out his flaccid cock. She leaned in and took it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head as she worked her way down his shaft.

Snape couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips, despite his anger and disgust. The sensation was... surprisingly pleasant.

“Now, tell me, Snape," Hermione said, her mouth full of his cock, "are you going to be a good boy and come back to us? Or do I have to show you what else I learned from the Dark Lord?”

Snape's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was enjoying this.

"Fine," he grunted, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'll do it."

Hermione pulled back and smiled. "Say it," she demanded. "Say you're going to serve the Dark Lord."

Snape’s eyes flashed with anger, but he knew he had no choice. "I will serve the Dark Lord," he said through gritted teeth.

“Wonderful," Hermione said, licking her lips. She stood up and raised her wand, reciting the next curse. "Crucio!"

The pain was like nothing Snape had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve in his body had been set on fire, and he screamed in agony.

But through the haze of pain, he could see Hermione standing there, completely naked, her wand pointed at him. She was stroking her clit, watching him with a mix of glee and hunger in her eyes.

"You see, Snape," she panted, her voice filled with malice. "This is what happens to those who dare to betray the Dark Lord."

Her words barely registered as the curse continued to ravage his body. He thrashed on the floor, his robes ripped and torn from her previous assault.

"But I can make it stop," she purred, her hand moving faster. "All you have to do is swear your loyalty to Voldemort."

Snape’s mind was clouded with pain, but he knew he had to resist. He couldn’t betray his true master, Dumbledore, not like this.

With a final burst of strength, he managed to say only a few words. "I'll never serve that monster," he spat.

But Hermione only laughed, her eyes glazed with lust. "You will," she said confidently. "Because you know what happens to those who refuse."

With a flick of her wand, she ended the Cruciatus Curse and climbed onto the potions table. Spreading her legs wide, she began to fuck herself with her wand, the same wand she had used to cast the dark spells on him. The sight of his tormentor taking her pleasure from his pain was too much for Snape to bear.

As she worked herself closer to climax, Hermione's taunts grew bolder. "Look at me, Snape," she ordered. "Look at your queen as she fucks herself with her own wand. Tell me, does it make you hard knowing you could never satisfy me like this?"

Snape's cock, still hard from her earlier ministrations, throbbed in response to her words. He couldn’t deny it; he was aroused by her and her depravity.

Hermione's moans grew louder as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. "Say it," she gasped. "Say that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way."

Snape clenched his teeth, his pride fighting against the desire that consumed him. But as the pleasure grew unbearable, he finally broke. "Yes," he groaned. "You're the only one."

Hermione's eyes gleamed with triumph as she reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking him in time with her own movements. "Good boy," she cooed. "Now, let’s make this official."

Without waiting for a response, she climbed off the table and straddled him, pushing his cock deep inside her. Snape's body tensed as he felt the tightness of her young cunt, the pain of the previous curses forgotten.

Hermione began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, building up to a furious pace. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You’re going to cum for me, Snape. And you’re going to love it."

Snape’s eyes rolled back in his head as she dominated him, her hips moving in a way that was almost mesmerizing. He couldn’t believe he was being used like this, by a mere child, and yet he was powerless to stop it.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Say it," she demanded. "Say you’re my bitch."

Snape’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt his orgasm approaching. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t fight her. "I’m your bitch," he groaned, his body shaking with pleasure and defeat.

Hermione’s laughter filled the room as she reached down and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. "That’s right," she said, her voice dripping with triumph.

Suddenly, she stopped moving, her eyes flashing with anger. "But you know what happens to bitches who don’t perform, don’t you?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, she reached between his legs and squeezed his balls tightly. Snape's eyes bulged and he gasped in pain, but she didn’t relent. Instead, she squeezed harder, her nails digging into his flesh.

"You will do everything I say," she hissed, her grip on his balls tightening. "Or I will make you wish you had never been born."

Snape nodded, his eyes watering. "Yes, my queen," he managed to choke out.

Hermione released his balls with a smirk. "Good boy," she said. "Now, let’s see what else you can do."

Snape struggled to get to his knees, his cock still rock hard despite the pain. Hermione smirked and stepped away, allowing him to stand up.

"Now, bend over," she ordered, pointing her wand at him.

Snape hesitated for a moment, then did as he was told, bending over the potions table. Hermione stepped up behind him, her wand at the ready.

With a flick, she cast a lubricating spell, and before he could react, she was pushing his wand into his ass. He grunted in surprise and pain, but she didn’t stop.

"You’re going to learn to love this," she said, her voice cold. "You’re going to learn to crave it."

Snape’s eyes widened as she began to fuck him with his own wand, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both cruel and sensual. He could feel his own cock growing harder with every thrust, despite the humiliation.

But just as he was about to beg for release, she stopped. "Not yet," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "First, you need to understand who’s in charge here."

With that, she kicked him in the balls, hard enough to make him double over in agony. Snape dropped to the floor, his hands cupped protectively over his groin.

"When I tell you to cum, you will," she said, her voice firm. "Not a moment sooner, not a moment later."

Snape nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, my queen."

Hermione smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Now, let’s see if you can follow orders."

With a flick of her wand, she cast a spell that made his cock even harder, the pain of her previous assault forgotten in the face of his newfound need.

"You will not cum until I tell you," she murmured. "Do you understand?"

Snape nodded, his voice barely above a whimper. "Yes, my queen."

And with that, she began to fuck him once more, her movements slow and deliberate. Snape’s body tensed as he felt himself approaching climax, but he held back, knowing that if he didn’t, the consequences would be dire.

As they moved together, the room filled with the sounds of their grunts and gasps, the magic in the air growing darker with every passing second.

Snape knew that he was lost, that he was nothing more than a pawn in Hermione’s twisted game. But as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, he found that he didn’t care.

All that mattered was serving the Dark Lord, and serving his queen.

And as Hermione’s spell brought him closer and closer to the edge, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy.

Finally, she leaned down and whispered, "Cum for me, Snape."

And with a roar of pleasure, he did, his seed spurting onto the cold stone floor as she laughed in victory.

Hermione stepped back and allowed him to collapse, his body trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. "Good boy," she said, patting his head like he was a dog. "Now, go and tell the Dark Lord that you’ve seen the error of your ways. He's in the Chamber of Secrets. Enter through Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."

Snape nodded, his face a mask of defeat. "Yes, my queen," he murmured.

As he stumbled out of the classroom, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a thrill of power. She had broken the great Severus Snape, and she had done it with nothing but her own body and a few well-placed spells.

It was a feeling she knew she would never get tired of.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom burst open and in stumbled Harry, his glasses askew and his face flushed. "Hermione! What's going on?" he panted, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the scene of discarded clothes and the lingering scent of sex and magic.

Hermione leaned back against the potions table, her wand still sticky with her own juices. She smirked at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Harry," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You should've knocked."

"I-I just saw Snape run out of here, naked!" Harry sputtered, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell did you do to him?"

"Severus and I had a little... chat," Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don’t worry about him. He’s just taking a little... detour. He won’t be bothering us anymore."

Her eyes sparkled with something dark and delicious as she stepped closer to Harry. He could feel the heat coming off her body, and it made his cock throb.

"You want to know what I did to him?" she whispered, her hand sliding down his chest to his crotch. Harry nodded, his breathing shallow.

"I made him realize who's in charge," Hermione said, her hand wrapping around his hardness. "And now, it’s my turn."

Without another word, Harry picked Hermione up and laid her on the potions table, her legs spread wide. He kissed her hard, his tongue pushing past her teeth, claiming her mouth. Hermione moaned, arching her back as Harry’s hands roamed over her body, feeling every curve and valley.

He slammed into her, his cock filling her up completely. Hermione’s eyes widened with pleasure as Harry began to fuck her hard and fast, just like she liked it. He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be.

The potions table creaked beneath them as Harry’s hips slammed into hers, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Hermione’s nails dug into his back, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

And as Harry’s orgasm built within him, she knew that she was going to cum too. She could feel it, the tension coiling in her stomach, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck me, Harry," she screamed. "Fuck me like the dirty little mudblood slut that I am!"

The words seemed to spur him on, his strokes becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“Fuck me, Harry, fuck me harder!” Hermione begged, her body writhing beneath him.

And Harry, lost in his own haze of pleasure and anger, gave in. He began to pound into her with a ferocity that surprised even himself, his hand coming down in hard slaps on her ass.

Hermione’s moans grew louder, her body responding to the pain and pleasure in a way that was almost animalistic. She hadn’t realized how much she enjoyed this kind of treatment, how much it turned her on to be used like this by someone she had once looked up to.

“More!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the empty corridors. “I want more!”

And so Harry gave it to her, his hand coming down harder and harder on her skin. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with the sound of their panting breaths.

But even as Hermione’s body thrashed and her orgasm approached, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong about this. That Harry wasn’t just fucking her; he was punishing her.

And as he finally reached his climax, pulling out and spraying her with his seed, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

But she pushed it aside, forcing a smile onto her face. “That was amazing, Harry,” she said, her voice breathless.

He looked down at her, his own face a mask of confusion and lust. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he murmured.

“You didn’t,” she assured him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “You just gave me exactly what I needed.”

And with that, she pulled him back down for a kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she ground her hips against him.

But even as their kiss grew more passionate, she couldn’t help but wonder what had come over Harry. What had made him so violent, so dominant?

And more importantly, she wondered if she could get him to do it again.

The next day, as they walked to class, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. And she knew that she had to have more of this.

As they passed by a group of students, she whispered into Harry’s ear, “I want to fuck you again tonight. In the dungeons."

Harry’s eyes flashed with something she didn’t quite recognize. “As you wish, baby,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of malice.

And that was all the invitation she needed.

That night, as they made their way to the dungeons, she felt a thrill run down her spine. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Once they were safely hidden away in a deserted corner, Harry grabbed her and pushed her against the cold stone wall, his hands roaming over her body like a starving man at a feast.

Hermione’s breath hitched as she felt his hardness pressing against her, his desire evident even through their robes.

“Take them off,” she ordered, her voice commanding.

Without hesitation, Harry did as he was told, his robes falling to the ground. Hermione’s eyes raked over his body, taking in every inch of him.

He was more muscular than she had ever seen him, his shoulders broad and his abs tight. His cock was already standing at attention, thick and veiny. Hermione licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight.

But it was the look in his eyes that really got her going. There was something dark there, something that told her he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

“Your turn,” Harry murmured, his voice low and hungry.

Hermione smirked and began to slowly strip, her eyes never leaving Harry’s.

Her robes fell to the floor, revealing the tight Slytherin uniform beneath. She unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, her fingers lingering on her skin. Harry’s eyes were glued to her, watching as each inch of her flesh was revealed.

Next, she slid her skirt down her legs, her panties already visibly wet. Harry’s cock twitched in response. She stepped out of the material pooling around her ankles and kicked it aside.

Standing before him in just her bra and panties, she began to sway her hips to an unheard rhythm. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples erect from the cold stone and anticipation.

Her panties followed, dropping to the ground. Harry’s eyes widened at the sight of her shaved pussy, glistening with arousal.

Hermione began to dance, her body moving in a way that was both innocent and incredibly seductive. She knew every move was driving Harry wild, and she loved it.

With a wink, she turned around, her back to him. She bent over, her ass in the air, and slid her panties back on, just to tease him further. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew he was imagining her tight hole taking his cock.

Slowly, she turned back around, her hands sliding up her legs to her thighs. She began to dance around him in a circle, her fingers playing with the waistband of her panties.

The striptease was deliberate and calculated, designed to drive Harry to the brink of madness. And it was working. He could barely contain himself, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he watched her.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, she pulled her panties down, stepping out of them gracefully. She was now completely naked, her young body on full display.

Her pussy was wet and swollen, begging for Harry’s touch. She leaned in and whispered, “You want me, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she straddled him, her pussy grinding against his cock. Harry’s hands automatically went to her hips, guiding her movements.

Their eyes locked as she began to ride him, her hands on his chest for balance. Harry’s grip on her hips tightened as he pushed her down onto him, filling her completely.

Her moans grew louder as she picked up the pace, her pussy clenching around him. Harry’s own pleasure mounted, his hips bucking up to meet hers.

Suddenly, Hermione reached down and grabbed her discarded panties from the floor. She leaned back, taking Harry’s face in her hands. “Open up,” she demanded, pushing the fabric into his mouth.

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did as he was told, his mouth filling with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. He could feel the fabric growing wet as she continued to fuck him, her pussy juices coating his face.

“Suck on them,” she instructed, her voice taking on an edge of dominance that he hadn’t heard before. “Soak them with your spit and make them mine again.”

Obediently, Harry began to suck on the panties, his tongue sliding over the fabric. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling as she grew closer to climax.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, she leaned down, kissing him hard, her panties still in Harry's mouth.

The feel of the wet fabric against his tongue was intoxicating, and Harry’s cock grew even harder as Hermione’s pussy clenched around him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with the fabric, tasting herself on him.

Her hips moved faster and faster, her moans muffled by the panties. Harry could feel her orgasm approaching, her muscles tightening around his cock.

And as she kissed him, she reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, her thumb caressing his sensitive spot. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

With one final, desperate thrust, he came, his semen filling her pussy. Hermione’s body shuddered with pleasure, her pussy milking him dry.

As they both came down from their high, Harry pulled the panties out of his mouth, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Hermione just laughed, a wicked glint in her eye.

“What was that?” Harry panted, his heart racing.

“That, Harry, was me taking control,” she said, her voice still laced with lust. “And I think you liked it.”

He couldn’t argue with that. The feeling of her in charge, of being used for her pleasure, had been unlike anything he had ever experienced.

“Do you want to be my toy, Harry?” she whispered, her hand still gripping his now softening cock.

He nodded, unable to speak.

“Good boy,” she said, her hand releasing him. “Because I have so many more ideas for us to explore. So much more I want to do to you. So much more I want to watch you do to others.”

The thought of being used by Hermione, of being her toy, filled Harry with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew he was in for a wild ride, but he was ready for it.

“But for now, I want you to use me," Hermione smiled, a dark twinkle in her eye.

Without warning, Harry's expression changed, his eyes narrowing into a fierce glare. He grabbed Hermione's wrists, slammed them against the wall, and pinned her there, his body pressing against hers. He felt a surge of anger and dominance, something he had never felt before, and it was as if it had been unlocked by her words.

"What do you think you're playing at, you little slut?" Harry growled, his voice harsh and unrecognizable.

Hermione's eyes widened with excitement, her breath hitching as she felt the power shift between them. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing innocent, her voice a seductive purr.

"You know exactly what I mean," Harry spat, his grip tightening. "You think you can just use me like some common whore?"

Hermione smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Isn't that what you want?" she challenged. "To be used by the sluttiest witch in the school?"

The words fueled Harry's rage, and with a snarl, he yanked her arms down and bent her over the potions table. He didn't hold back as he thrust into her again, his movements violent and punishing. Hermione gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure as she felt the table dig into her skin.

"Take it," Harry snarled, his hand coming down in a sharp smack on her ass. "Take it, you filthy mudblood."

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, the insult only serving to make her wetter. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so... owned.

"Harder," she begged, pushing her hips back to meet his every thrust.

And Harry gave it to her, each smack echoing through the empty corridor. He was lost in a haze of anger and desire, his every movement fueled by the need to dominate her, to show her who was in charge.

But even as she reveled in the pain, Hermione felt something else, something that scared her. Harry's anger was real, and it was directed at her. This wasn't just a game anymore; it was personal.

And yet, she couldn't help but love it. The way he claimed her, the way he used her, it was everything she had ever wanted. She pushed back into him, her pussy taking every inch of his cock, her body begging for more.

As Harry's hand connected with her skin again and again, Hermione knew that she had found her place. She was Harry Potter's little whore, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

But then Harry stopped, his hand hovering in mid-air. Hermione looked over her shoulder, panting heavily. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"You fucked Snape," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. "How could you?"

Hermione felt a jolt of surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "It was just a bit of fun, Harry," she said, wiggling her ass. "You know I belong to you."

The anger in Harry's eyes grew, and before she knew it, his fist was slamming into her side, knocking the wind out of her. "You're my girlfriend," he spat. "You should have told me."

Hermione coughed and gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry, Harry," she panted. "I didn't think you'd care."

"Care?" Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, his other hand landing on her ass with a resounding smack. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say."

The pain was intense, but it only served to make Hermione wetter. She had never seen this side of Harry before, and she liked it. A lot. "I'm sorry," she moaned. "I'll tell you everything."

"You better," Harry said, his hand coming down hard on her ass again. "Or I'll make you sorry."

The threat sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, and she nodded frantically. "I promise," she gasped.

With a final, hard smack, Harry released her and pulled out of her. Hermione whimpered at the loss, but she knew she had to keep him happy. She turned around, her eyes shimmering with tears, and dropped to her knees.

Harry's hand continued to rain down on her, punishing her for her indiscretions. But with every blow, Hermione felt herself getting closer to the edge. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with her body's desires. Harry actually beating her out of anger turned her on so much.

"And now," Harry said, his voice tight with anger, "you're going to take my cock again."

Hermione nodded, eagerly. "Yes, Harry," she breathed. "Please shove your cock into m---"

He didn't wait for her to finish speaking. He thrust back into her, his movements now even more forceful. Hermione moaned, her body taking the punishment with every stroke. She knew that Harry was mad, that he felt betrayed, but she couldn't help the way her body responded.

With every slap and thrust, she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. She was a whore, a slut, and she loved it. Harry was using her, and she was letting him, because deep down, she knew that was what she truly wanted.

As Harry reached his peak, he pulled out and came all over her face, the hot liquid hitting her cheeks and mixing with her tears. Hermione took it all, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of his anger and lust.

“Good girl,” Harry murmured, his voice still harsh.

The tension between them was palpable as Harry pulled his pants back up and helped Hermione to her feet. He leaned in and kissed her, hard and bruising, his tongue invading her mouth and tasting himself on her. It was a claiming kiss, one that left no doubt in her mind that she was his.

Hermione melted into it. She loved Harry's aggression. She didn’t want it to end.

But Harry pulled back, his expression unreadable. “Get dressed,” he said, his voice cold.

With trembling hands, Hermione pulled on her clothes, her heart racing. She knew she had pushed him too far, but she couldn’t help the thrill that raced through her body.

As they left the dungeons, Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist, his grip firm. “You’re mine now,” he murmured in her ear. “And I expect you to behave accordingly.”

Hermione shivered, her pussy clenching around the memory of his cock. She knew he meant every word, and she was eager to find out just what that meant.