Yup.

Hermione bite her lip as she felt you shifting slightly inside her and looked at Ron’s eager face. You can’t see anything but the pink dripping interior of the bushy haired witch, but if you could, you’d be seeing her debating between telling Ron to remove his hand or beg him to cram in her new ‘toy’. She had been fighting a rising orgasm all morning. She had already been horny when she woke up and saw your new size, growing more and more aroused as the day progressed. Even Neville Longbottom would know that fooling around in the back of class was a horrible idea, especially if you were trying to hide something, but overcome with hormones and already having given in to her rashest desires, Hermione stopped biting her bottom lip and started licking her lips lustfully.

“Fuck me with the toy, Ron,” she practically begged, her body becoming completely flush as she looks into her boyfriend’s presumptuous eyes. Her voice reaches you in the hot depths of her sex and your jaw dropped. You quickly snap your mouth shut as the juices started getting into your mouth. Right now, you wanted to scream at Hermione for doing this to you. She’s turned you into a toy for her pleasure, without any thought of how this whole thing effected you. Being used to diddle your best friend unknowingly by your other best friend was something you certainly never wanted to experience. Instead of screaming, you brace yourself as you feel the strong tips of Ron’s fingers pinch your ankles together.

“No! Wait! I’m not a toy! I’m not a….” You scream desperately, not caring if Ron finds you inside his girlfriend or the whole class hears you or if you slid out of Hermione onto the hard floor, only that Hermione’s pussy doesn’t swallow you. No one hears you. Ron pushes you in, his fingers joining you in the boiling furnace that is the inside of Hermione. Your drag forward what feels like a foot, but is more like a few inches. Wet slurping noises follow your push and fresh juices pour out onto you. It already seems like Hermione is going to burst like a dam, you can’t imagine her lasting very long.

Soft moans vibrate around you as Hermione’s heartbeat becoming quickening beat. You tried to fight, but the soft slippery walls, so hot and wet, gave you no grip. Your hands squished into the deep wet softness of her hot velvety flesh, not stopping you from sinking in, only giving Hermione more pleasure. Your breath is pushed out of you as the walls crush your body. You hate this new size, but right now you’d give anything to be smaller. You’re too big to fit properly inside Hermione, her vagina is squeezing the life out of you and might crush you completely when she started climaxing. You’re held deep in her pussy, the tight walls crushing your whole body, when Ron starts to withdraw you.

The feeling of no longer having the hot, slippery flesh wrapped around your legs is a relief. Cold air blows n your lower body and you find it’s the most welcoming feeling you’re ever experienced. Right now, you’d welcome the sight of Ron’s face instead of the murky interior of Hermione’s sex. Even if he’s angry or betrayed, you’d rather deal with that instead of being inside Hermione. Just as your stomach starts to come out of the wet, hot depths, Ron pauses and with one jab, pushes you back in all the way.

“Yes! Do it!” Hermione hisses under her breath, still trying to keep quite even as her body is wracked by pleasure. Meanwhile, your body is wracked by pain. Flesh comes crashing down on top of your whole body. You twist and heave, thrusting against her hot soft inner flesh to try and fight the growing pressure, but achieving nothing. Everything around you squeezed down with great crushing ****. Hermione’s soft spongy masses of warm softly yielding flesh suddenly became a huge mass of hot wet crushing pressure on you until you could barely breathe or move. You dimly feel something grasping your legs to draw you out, and then thrust you deeply back in, faster and faster. Your visions starting to fade. Juices start filling your mouth and nose. Hermione’s muscles are squeezing the life out of you. Things start to black out from lack of air and the pressure, but before things go numb, you feel Ron’s fingers pull away from your ankles, leaving you buried in Hermione. Then the muscles snap down on you, pulsating wildly as a muffled cry echoes around you. It’s happening, Hermione is climaxing and your feeling what a man’s prick feel’s when it happens. You black out completely, unsure if you’ll wake up, hearing one last thing rumble around you before everything goes dark.

.......

“That was good Ron. Very good.” Hermione contently whispers as she pulls away from a long, passionate kiss with her boyfriend. She has been trying to stat quite during Ron’s distractions, keeping her mouth busy by trying to suck the life out of Ron. The feel of his rough, full lips against hers only made her feel better and it surprised her to that she didn’t cum the second Ron pushed you into her. Merlin, that had felt amazing.

“Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley!”

The couple turned away from each other to see the head of their house standing irately in front of the class. Her eyes focused on them, as well as the rest of the class. For a terrifying second, Hermione thought they had seen everything until professor McGonagall opened her mouth.

“If you two are done kissing, I have an important announcement.” Hermione sighed, happy that no one had seen anything other then them kissing. It would have been disastrous if anyone found out about her lewd behavior. She might lose her prefect position and have to move back to the girl’s dorm. Sharing a room with all the other girls and her special pet would be terrible. She was the only one responsible and smart enough to take care of you. Those other girls would **** you and treat you horrible, while all your doing is having some harmless fun as you’re kept safe. Hermione nods to that, clenching her pussy around you as a second thought.

“Ya hear that Mione? where do you think that greasy bat could be?” Ron blurted out as McGonagall turned and walked out of the class. Getting her mind back on track, which was especially hard with you still buried inside her, Hermione looked vacantly at a very fervent Ron.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. What did the professor say?”

“Only that Snape is not going to be able to teach us for a few days so Potions have been canceled until he comes back. I wonder where he’s off to? Maybe Dumbledore is trying to can him or he got into an accident or maybe he’s dead. Oh Hermione, sweet Merlin, what if Snape is dead!?” Ron gleefully exclaimed, seeming even happier then he was when Hermione let him touch her. The bushy haired girl rolled her eyes at Ron’s excitement over a possible **** in the faculty. Just another sign of how immature he is.

Not having him get all gushy over imaginary ****, Hermione looked at him patronizingly and crossed her hands under her youthful breasts. “Ron, if Snape died I’m sure we would have been told. He was probably called away by Dumbledore to help work on a cure.”

“Cure? What cure?” Ron retorted, reaching up to scratch his red locks before remembering where his fingers had been and quickly rubbing the stained fingers on the front of his robe. Hermione would have scolded him for his bad hygiene, but was busy trying to think up an answer. She couldn’t tell on about what was happening to you, your other best friend wasn’t mature enough to handle the responsibility of taking care of you and would only make it difficult to properly care for you. Knowing that it didn’t take much to fool Ron, Hermione casually answered him as she rose from her seat.

“Probably a cure for his bad hair or crooked nose. Well, I better leave, got to clean up, get ready for next class and get a pair of panties on. I’ll see you then Ron,” Hermione is quick to respond, hastily casting a wordless charm on her robes to hide the growing wet spot forming around her crotch. She was really leaking juices. A quick stop to the girl’s bathroom and a spell to clean up her drooling snatch would fix that. But Ron stopped Hermione suddenly by grabbing her hand.

“Hold it, aren’t you forgetting something?” Ron asks and points downward. Hermione looks down, checking to see if her robe was wet or if her shoes were untied until moving them to the large bulge between his legs.

“Give me a break Ron. I have a headache,” Hermione gripes, not wanting to deal with this while her crotch was a mess and you were still inside her.

Ron pouts, trying to look cute, but coming out just more pathetically. “But Hermione, I did you. It would be cruel to leave me like this.”

“Give me a break Ron, you asked to touch me. It’s too early in the morning for a shag and I have prefect duties to take care of. I can’t run off to the nearest broom closet whenever your willy gets a little hard,” Hermione exasperatedly bemoaned, pulling her hand from Ron’s with a jerk. Needing to get away quick, Hermione placated Ron for the moment so she could escape. “Later tonight, when every one is asleep. You know my room is always open, Stop by and I’ll reward you for being such a goods boy.”

Not waiting for a response, Hermione left the empty classroom, glad to get some space from Ron. She cared about the big lug, especially what he had swinging between his legs, but he got on her nerves so much and couldn’t be trusted with anything important. Like take you. If he knew what you’d done and what you planned to do, he would have stopped what she was doing without a second thought. He wouldn’t understand that all you were doing was having a little fun before Dumbledore fixed you, as Hermione was sure he would. Dumbledore had said he would and he was a highly esteemed professor with a high level of influence. All authority figures kept their word.

And if some of the things you did with her got rough, Hermione knew how to handle it. After all, obliviate had worked wonders before. The memory charm called obliviate erased memories and was a useful tool outside of combat. Hermione had started using it months ago to help Ron forget about a rather nasty fantasy he wanted to try out. Imagine, he wanted her to put on a pair of fake pointed ears and wear a burlap sack. It wasn’t just weird it was racist towards house elves.

If you were hurt emotionally by anything she did, Hermione would just make you forget, letting you continue your friendship without any tribulations. There were some crazy ideas running through her head that had become more interesting the longer, she’s been keeping you. One thought that Hermione couldn’t drop was the idea of seeing how you tasted. Before Ron barged in, Hermione had actually planned to spend the morning tasting your tiny body, maybe even try fitting you inside her mouth. She could easily fit all of Ron’s manhood between her lips and that was bigger then you. Yes, she wanted to lick you, taste you and if she could find a spell to keep you safe, swallow you whole. The thought of the Wizarding world’s greatest hero sitting in her belly made Hermione feel giddy and hot all over. If she couldn’t find a spell to keep you from digesting, she might just try swallowing you without any protection and see what happens.

All this thinking about you made Hermione tighten her pussy around you, waiting for you to start moving again. When you remained still, Hermione tried it again, but still you refused to move. Now getting scared, Hermione made a beeline towards the girl’s washroom to check on your condition. Suffocating you in her pussy was not something a responsible caretaker does.