More pictures and a growing obsession

The next few weeks passed in a blur of dirty letters and dirtier pictures, owls coming and going from Hermione’s dorm. Rita had started off relatively coy, just further glimpses of cleavage and a glimpse of her thigh in a short skirt. Within a week, Hermione and her skill with the quill had Rita wrapped around her finger. After that, Rita was baring all for the camera. The trio found themselves inundated with shots of Rita’s firm breasts, delightfully round ass, and of course the grand prize, a moving picture of her spreading her pussy lips with a look of orgasmic pleasure on her face.

“Do you think Hermione is a bit too into this?” Ron asked Harry one day after their friend rushed off to write a reply, practically rubbing her hands together in excitement.

“You know her,” Harry said, “she tends to get obsessive when she finds a project.”

“I dunno,” Ron gave an uncomfortable shrug. “All that time hidden up in her bedroom, writing smut. Even if it’s for a trick, it makes me wonder…”

“What, do you think she’s actually got a crush on fucking Rita Skeeter? Come off it, Ron.”

“Not a crush! I’m just wondering if she’s actually, y’know, getting off to this.”

A vivid image flashed through Harry’s mind. Hermione in her bed high up in Gryffindor tower, one hand clutching a letter from Rita Skeeter and the other creeping down into her panties. What kind of panties would she wear? Harry pictured white cotton, simple but alluring, hinting at something darker and racier hidden underneath just as his friend had only just begun to show her lustful side to him these last few weeks. He wondered what it would be like to see her peel those panties off, truly reveal herself to him.

“Harry?” Ron interrupted the brief fantasy.

“Well you’ve seen the pictures,” Harry said after a moment of recovery, “you’ve got to admit, Rita is sexy. But Hermione’s not into girls, surely not.”

Ron did have to concede he was enjoying the steady flow of illicit photos that felt even hotter for having been gained by trickery. Just the night before he’d borrowed a particular one of Rita trailing the tip of her wand along her puffy, wet pussy lips, her hips bucking when it brushed against her clit. He was glad he’d had the foresight to cast a Muffliato charm around his bed. His orgasm had come quickly and ferociously, groans escaping his lips as he thrust up into his hand and stared at the picture Thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest and he imagined them instead landing on Rita’s naked, heaving body.

The latest photograph had all three of the trio’s eyes popping when they saw it, Rita showing off some surprising flexibility by spreading her legs up over her head and displaying absolutely everything to the camera.

“Well it doesn’t get much more explicit than that, does it?” Ron said, shuffling in his seat to hide the tent growing in his pants. “So what’s the plan, how do we show these pictures to as many people as possible?”

“I’m not sure…” Hermione gave an indecisive look. “I feel like there’s more we could do.”

“What could be more than this?” Ron pointed at the picture. “We’ve basically got her making porn, for fuck’s sake.”

“I'm glad you mentioned porn, I've been thinking," Hermione said, "These pictures are embarrassing, definitely, but they're not degrading. We want her well and truly humiliated. Ruined. In the most recent letter, she mentions wanting to meet up. She wants to see if her secret admirer can live up to some of the things he’s been promising.”

“What things have you been writing about, Hermione?”

“Oh you know, mind-blowing multiple orgasms, legs shaking too hard to walk, making her scream so loud the neighbours complain.” Hermione smiled. “The usual stuff.”

“Bloody hell.”

“But if we could get some photos of her actually with a man, getting used like the bitch she is, that would really ruin her.”

“What man though?”

Hermione looked across the table to Harry and Ron’s eyes soon followed. Harry looked back at them both. “What?”

“No way, Hermione,” Ron said.

“I don’t think that would work,” Harry shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Well for one thing she’s written a dozen stories about me, she knows who I am so she’ll know it was us that tricked her. And for the other…” Harry trailed off with an embarrassed look.

“For the other, your letters might’ve set a bit of a high bar, Hermione,” Ron picked up for him. “Y’know, multiple orgasms and all that. Harry’s not exactly experienced in the bedroom.”

“Shut up, Ron.” Harry said. “It’s not like you are either.”

“Boys,” Hermione interrupted, “I think I’ve got a solution for both those problems.”