Hermione Granger

Hermione Granger, the only female of the Golden Trio and the bookworm know it all.

While she had a small resemblance to Emma Watson she didn't look exactly like her. She had bushy brown hair and chocolate eyes, she had a nice bubble butt and a decent sized C-cup chest.

Growing up most girls would look to Emma Watson the actress that played Hermione as a role model only because she had an incredible relevance to the plot. For John there was something else about Hermione that he always thought just felt wrong.

When you grow up watching the Harry Potter movies in cinemas and have read the books one of the most fatal flaws in it is the Romione ship, a toxic ship that never actually works. It was obvious to anyone that Hermione should have ended up with Harry but that never happened.

One thing that was obvious to anyone that could see the signs of a victim of being an outcast is that they are **** for attention. Something John was going to use to his advantage.

Hermione was 100% bullied in her youth and in high school because of her attitude and that she constantly acted like a stuck-up teachers pet. Because of that she would be even more easy to manipulate into the perfect image that John wanted her as.

"Hello, can I sit here?" The bookworm questioned John.

"Certainly, your doing me a favor by being here. I would rather not be alone for a five to seven hour trip. Lucky me that a gorgeous girl like you is here as well." John smoothly spoke while inwardly smirking.

"Me, beautiful please." Hermione scoffed at the idea.

"You really are beautiful, Ms. ?" John continued to flatter the attention starved girl.

"Granger, Hermione Granger and you are?" Hermione introduced herself not knowing she was falling deeper into his clutches.

"John Doe, pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. Granger, would you mind if I may call you Hermione?" John asked the girl in front of him.

"Only if I can call you John." Hermione responded sinking herself even deeper into the clutches of the man.

'**** babes are so easy, reminds me of my grade ten math teacher.' John Inwardly sneered.

Within an hour of travelling, the compartment consisting of Hermione and John had descended into a game of truth or dare that was gradually getting naughtier.

"Well then, truth or dare." John asked the witch in front of him.

"Dare." Hermione had answered unknowingly beginning her path into becoming a breeding **** for John.

"I dare you to take your shirt off." John dared her as she looked uncertain.

"I don't know if I should." Hermione uneasily responded.

"Don't worry Hermione, no one here is judging anything." John comforted her.

'Hook line and sinker.' John inwardly thought as she began to take off her shirt giving the well endowed man in front of her a massive erection.

Her taste in bras left a lot to be desired but that was easily going to change later in the year. The prize was literally in front of him two decent size pale tits jiggling around restrained in an ugly brown bra.

"They look nice Hermione, I told you no one her is judging so you don't need to feel ashamed or embarrassed, we're all friends here." John reassured her.

This was obviously the right thing to say because Hermione was visibly glowing now, literally.

"Truth or dare." Hermione asked John.

"Dare." John casually responded.

"I dare you to take off your pants." Hermione dared him, obviously enjoying the game a little to much.

The problem with that was John always went commando, but a dare is a dare.

John took off his pants and his massive 13 inch behemoth flew out right in front of Hermione who looked fascinated and was blushing furiously.

"Well then Hermione, truth or dare." John asked the final question.

"Dare." Hermione responded still transfixed on the erection John had.

"I dare you to have sex with me." John dared the girl.