Massage chairs

The next morning, Hermione woke up with a smile. She still could not believe what she had done yesterday, but she knew it had not been a dream, she could still feel how sensitive her pussy was, even now. She vaguely wondered if that kind of thing would happen regularly between them now. Would that be the worst thing? Sure, she may not want to offer herself openly to everyone at any time as Ginny did, but the occasional amorous adventure with Ron, or maybe others... She could not stop herself to think of Draco again. She had to admit, he was quite a bit bigger than Ron.

The morning in the common room went rather uneventful for her today. As she arrived at breakfast, she saw Ron sitting there and smiled at him from afar, sitting down right next to him. "Good morning," she said in a pleasant voice. What else was there to say to someone who had rocked your world last night in the shower? He smiled back, both of them seeming a bit awkward but happy too. "Morning" Ron replied.

Hermione was vaguely aware of Harry sitting down across the table, but she paid little attention to him. Ron and she were talking, laughing, and getting along better than ever. When Hermione looked around the room and saw the now usual scenes of lustful displays, she did not condemn them all quite as much. Some of it, she was surprised to find herself thinking, even looked quite fun. Hmm, she never knew a body could bend that way.

As the time for the first lesson came, she said goodbye to Ron, who pulled her in for a sudden deep kiss. Baffled she blinked at him, but then smiled as she was on her way to class. Distracted as she was, she totally forgot to use her usual disillusionment charm. Or did she subconsciously just not want to do it anymore?

Be that as it may, she felt a lot of hands over her body before she finally arrived in the classroom. Some merely brushed her covered breasts, others slapping her ass in passing and some, even gliding under her robes to finger around between her legs. She still scowled at every guy and even told a few of them off, but not nearly as harshly as she would have yesterday.

When Hermione arrived in class, the usual shuffling around before the start of the lesson was going on. But when the first girl was sitting down on her chair, it was some Ravenclaw girl, her eyes suddenly widened and she let out an audible gasp. Strange as that was, no one would have paid all too much attention to it if not for the fact that the same happened to every single girl who took a seat.

Parvati let out a high-pitched squeal, Lavender a rather more moaning pleasured sound. And the most peculiar was Cho Chang, who first gave a short scream of pain followed by a low groaning. This of course made Hermione look twice at her chair before sitting down. But she could not see anything. Carefully she lowered her butt to the chair.

In the split second before she was all the way down she saw it in the corner of her eye. But it was too late. A long shaft like piece of polished wood suddenly grew out of the chair. With the school uniform containing no panties anymore, it went straight into Hermiones pussy. She bit her teeth, clenching them together, and managed to only give the tiniest of gasps.

Just as the class was about to begin, she saw Fred Weasly in the corner of the room waving his wand and her, and probably also every other girls, chair began gently to vibrate.