The Sorting, Part 3

Hermione let out a long, low moan of satisfaction as her latest customer flooded her pussy for a third - and, as it turned out, final - time. Admittedly, the satisfaction was more for the ten bright, mesmerisingly shiny gold coins clattering into the bowl in front of her, the brunette whore mentally adding another ten galleons to her profits as she tensed her outstretched legs and bounced her hips a couple of times against the table. Fifty already, she mused, I should thank Rose for whatever's holding her up out th- "Oh!" Her train of thought was interrupted, not by the tingling sensation of a vanishing charm clearing her out for another fat, throbbing customer, but by the tip of a tongue delicately circling her lower lips before darting in to lap up some of the thick, oozing creampie. "Oh, you're- mmph~ You're ever so g-good at this," she sighed, "b-but you know I don't gi- Ooooh, fuck..." Hermione felt like she was slowly melting into a quivering puddle of bliss as feather-light, teasing lapping slowly turned into insistent, probing exploration of her folds by tongue that seemed achingly familiar, like she'd sucked on it before...

"Potter, Rose!"

All of Hermione's musings were brushed aside as the doors opened once more and her raven-haired best friend strutted in like she owned the place, her massive tits and the shelf of her ass bouncing and jiggling with every harsh clack of her heels against the flagstones. Every bit of attention not already thoroughly occupied seemed to waver and drift towards the bombshell's potion-pumped body, not helped by the smirk that adorned her plush lips - or the fact that her nipples were visibly on the verge of slipping out of her blouse. "Looking good, Minnie," she called up to the staff table as she reached the chair, sticking two fingers up at the panting, moaning Professor and waggling her tongue between them. Spinning on her heel and straddling the ivory dildo - which, to Hermione's distracted brain, almost seemed to swell as Rose's pussy ground against its tip - the black-haired witch smirked at the blonde SluttyRim bitch who'd shown Hermione up earlier, then dropped with a smack of thick, juicy asscheeks against varnished wood.

Once, twice; the lips on the ornate wooden sculpture that extended above the headrest were already forming.

Three time, four times; Rose's face was a mask of ecstacy, but never quite seemed to reach the expression of brain-drained bliss everyone else had worn.

On the fifth drop of her hips - and with a loud moan of 'GreedyWhore' from the enchanted mouth - Rose's eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched in a crazed grin as glowing pink liquid, almost treacle-thick in its consistency, exploded from her stuffed cunt and soaked the floor beneath her before vanishing as quickly as it appeared in a cloud of glittery pink steam. Rose... well, rose on slightly shaky legs and strutted over to her new house's table with a glassy look in her eyes and a delirious smile on her lips. Before Hermione could turn to see where she'd ended up, the mouth that had been happily slurping every drop of cum it could reach vanished and a slender hand grabbed her by the hair.

A suddenly very familiar pair of lips pressed against her own as the blonde from outside Madame Malkin's once again laid a deep, sloppy French kiss on her, letting a mouthful of warm cum accompany her tongue into the brunette's unprepared mouth. This time, though, she didn't stop there; Hermione was vaguely aware of Ginny's name being called and the redheaded sex doll crossing the hall, but most of it was obscured by the haze that fell over her brain as she snowballed cum and swapped spit with her 'assailant'. She felt... lightheaded. Yes, she felt lightheaded when the kiss finally broke and the blonde wandered off to bounce in on of the male students' laps, so much so that it took her a few tries to successfully determine that yes, there were now sixty galleons in the bowl and that yes, sixty was the right number.

"-nd the th-third floor corridor in the east wing of the castle is strictly forbidden." Apparently, Hermione had missed more than just Ginny's sorting - but, given how she could spot Professor Potter's scarlet locks clenched in the grip of a heavily-scarred wizard's artificial hand as she sucked him off, there clearly wasn't any more formality expected during these announcements. A floating piece of parchment appeared in front of her in a flash of red light, dozens of copies blinking into existence up and down every table. "On to matters of- Oooh, come back soon... -school rules, please familiarise yourself with the latest uniform policy and new feature of the house cup c-competition while I get my cunt railed by a half-Goblin stud."

It took a few moments for Hermione to make sense of what was in front of her, but her concentration was aided by the shock a helpful male student slamming himself balls-deep into her cunt without any warning. "Th-Thank you, Sir," she stuttered, gaze roving over the parchment.

Uniform Policy
In addition to the standard uniform policy, the following rules are now in effect:

1) Witches' skirts must conform to one of the following at all times:
1A) The standard skirt, to be worn unless instructed otherwise, must leave two-thirds of each cheek on display.
1B) A longer skirt displaying half of each cheek will be permitted during the winter months.
1C) A longer skirt displaying a quarter of each cheek will be permitted in the event of family bereavement, for a period not longer than one week.

2) Witches' shirts must conform to one of the following at all times:
2A) A tied-off front, with a knot requiring no more than two seconds to undo.
2B) A buttoned front, with no more than two buttons done up, leaving cleavage visible both above and below.
2C) A v-neck crop top exposing at least the lower quarter of each breast, suitably enchanted for ease of tearing.

3) Witches' underwear is not mandatory, and is limited to thongs, crotchless panties, or any design with material so sheer as to be translucent. Bras are permitted for additional support only, after an assessment of breast size by the Headmistress or Deputy Headmaster, and must not conceal the student's nipples.

4) Witches' footwear must consist of thigh high striped socks and heeled shoes with a minimum heel height of four inches higher than the toe. Platform shoes will no longer be exempt from this rule.

House Cup Competition
In addition to the standard House Cup competition rules, the following rules are now in effect:

1) The best-scoring female student at the end of each month will spend 48 hours locked in stocks in the main courtyard for free use by male staff and students, and will have all essay deadlines and exam attendance waived for the duration.

2) The worst-scoring female student at the end of each month, as well as any female student that causes her house's point score to be reduced into negative value - for any reason - will spend 48 hours locked in stocks in the main courtyard for free use by male staff and students, and will have all exam attendance waived for the duration. These female students will be prevented from reaching orgasm for the duration of their time in the stocks.

The parchment pieces vanished in another burst of red light as an invisible wave of something washed over the room; Hermione watched as plaid skirts and striped ties and socks shifted to the wearers' house colours, while some had their heels lengthened and skirts shortened slightly to bring them up to code. Her own outfit, already altered to match her desire to advertise herself - just like a good mudblood whore should, her mind helpfully added - didn't need any changes, but she saw the curves of a couple of girls in BrainyWhore colours jiggle as the heels of their platform shoes gained an inch or two in height. "I- Oh, fuck! I look forward to punishing all of you naughty girls," the Headmistress announced, "after you've been fucked so hard the rules fall right out of your heads." Hermione bristled slightly at the idea, but a quick slap on each of their asses had both her and Minnie moaning loudly before the announcements continued.

"As Professor Snape will be s-stepping down from teaching Potions to focus on pounding my cunt like I'm a- I m-mean, to focus on his duties as Deputy Headmaster, his position will be t-taken by- Oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that! -by the head of GreedyWhore, Professor Lily Potter." The woman in question didn't even seem to notice she'd been mentioned, too busy **** down cock, but that didn't seem to phase her boss. "Also joining us this y-year is- Holy shit, you're so fucking big! -Professor N-Nymphadora Tonks, who'll be assisting me d-during transfiguration cla- Nngh!"

The pink-haired woman bouncing in the lap of a dark-haired man to Minnie's left reached over and gave the perpetually-youthful professor's ass a harsh squeeze. "A-And as always, f-female staff members are only- Oh, right there, right fucking there! -available to use o-outside of class and office hours. Oh, oh that's so good! Right there, pound me 'til I- Oh, fuck yeeessssssss..."

Hermione could practically see the capacity to string two thoughts together leaking out of the nympho's ears as her eyes crossed and rolled back, her tongue lolling from her dumbly-grinning mouth as she descended into semi-coherent babbling. She jumped slightly - resulting in the cock currently buried inside of her to grind against her folds in a truly knee-weakening way - as a giggling, gasping Rose was thrown down across the table in front of her, nearly knocking her bowl of earnings over while the welcoming feast began in earnest all around them. It was a pity that she wouldn't get to taste some of the rather excellent-looking cooking on display, but being manhandled next to her friend to that they could be spitroasted side by side took precedence. Two at a time meant twice as much cash, after all...

After a long night of being railed into a semi-conscious stupor, what's Hermione doing next morning?

Option 1: Taking advantage of a break between arrival and the start of classes to get to know her new housemates. How are they 'breaking the ice'?

Option 2: Straight to class, hungry for knowledge (among other things). Which Class?

Option 3: On her knees in a wonderful little room Rose recommended to her, ready to earn a few galleons with a nice, quick sucking session. What didn't Rose tell her about the gloryhole booth?

Option 4: Meeting with her head of house, making sure she's settling in alright. What's the real reason Lily called Hermione to her office?

Option X: Something else - or a timeskip, a change of perspective, things like that.