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Chapter 7 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

What’s on her agenda?

Turning Ron and Harry into breedable bitches

Hermione dresses quickly, the reminder of her ploy nagging impatiently in her brain. She stuffs her flaccid cock down the leg of her trousers, stretching the fabric obviously. She throws on a tight T-shirt and wraps herself in baggy robes to disguise her figure before striding confidently out of the dorm and the common room.

The Fat Lady gives her a giggle and a wink, being privy to the secret Hermione keeps tucked within her robes or under her skirt day to day. She’s watched Hermione drag her share of lust-drunk witches through the portrait hole, late at night, mouths sloppily locked at the very least. Hermione smirks back a response, which she supplements with a brief flash of her thigh - her bulging cock straining at the fibers of her pants. The Fat Lady’s eyes flutter and she glances away with ashamed arousal.

Hermione continues her swift walk down the halls. She draws the attention of a gallery of girls from all houses as she goes, but she ignores their silent and **** pleas in their expressions, and the hungry looks they give her. She’s had them all, and she’s through with them. No, Hermione has a fresh quarry in mind, one which has been tantalizingly close to her throughout her time at Hogwarts, and yet her desirable advantage in the field of sex is exactly what keeps her away from them. She instinctively fondles the precious brew she has stowed in the pocket of her robes, conjuring images of her best friends Ron and Harry undulating upon her magnificent member as they cry out their blissful orgasms to the night.

“Heya Hermione! We’ve saved you a seat!” Hermione is yanked out of her fantasy by Ron’s eager voice ringing out across the Gryffindor table. He’s waving and gesturing to a seat between him and Harry, which is open despite the crowd of other Gryffindors cluttering the rest of the long table. She gives an appreciative smile and wave, and picks her way through the crowd to sit across from them, clutching her draught tightly.

How does her drugging go?

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