No, Hermione’s Perfomance

“There you are Potter, perfect timing!” Harry heard Malfoy shout at him, on his way to potions. He’d been avoiding contact with him since his last demand a month ago, truthfully, avoiding contact with anyone. Since the day of that fatefull bet at the start of the year, Harry had stripped, taken Malfoy’s cock in his mouth, wanked his best friend off, used his ex’s body to satisfy himself and Malfoy, and defiled Hermione & her body in almost everyway; there was almost no one he could look in the eye. Harry just wanted to hide away for summer, but sure enough, Malfoy had spotted him in the corridor. Harry tried to rush off, muttering he would be late for potions. “Need i remind you of a certain photo i have in my possession Potter? No, i thought not, now follow me!”, Harry complied, something he was getting used to, doing anything Malfoy told him; shamefully Harry thought about some things he’d done without asking. Harry’s mind turned to the moment in the showers, stood in Cho’s body, he had spread his legs for Malfoy, opened himself for Malfoy willingly, taken his cock entirely and without threat.

Harry shook the thought off, he had been led outside an unused classroom where Malfoy cast a spell, silently opened the door and the walked in. Two figures were ahead of them in the room, back facing them was the slightly short figure of Zach Smith, stood up, legs shoulder width apart, pants around ankles and his head leaning back but on the otherside of him, kneeling, full Gryffindor uniform, Harry could clearly see the bushy hair of Hermione Granger as it swayed back and fore with the bobing of her head; Harry didn’t need any imagination to know what has going on and he froze. Malfoy walked in, turned his head, “They can’t hear us Potter, i’ve put a silence and vanishing spell. So long as we stay this side then we’ll just sound like we’re in the next room, only, do shut the door Potter, unless you want the entire school to see Granger’s performance.”, Harry closed the door, and stepped in to the room, getting a clear view of Hermione’s act.

“I thought you’d like to see what a great job you’ve done, finally achieved something worthwhile scarhead, you’ve got the prim & proper prissy miss know it all to finally step out the library, but not just that, she’s actually been skipping classes to get her fill of Smith’s cock, excellent! I told you he was the right tool for the job and now look, I’m top of the class, father is delighted”, They both turned to the couple just as Smith had decided it was time for more, he lifted Hermione flat out on her back atop a nearby desk and he was quickly ripping through her uniform.

“Is that all you wanted, can i go now?” Harry asked, weakly, he knew part of him wanted to stay, he was getting horny, lust starting to fill him, he could already feel his erection straining against his pants as he watched the spectacle.

“Not yet Potter, i have a task for you. Watching this was a bonus, after all, it wouldn’t have been possible without you, using your friendship with Granger to exploit her, finally peeling those tight little panties right off, and now she can’t keep them on”, Malfoy nodded to the couple, Smith had just ripped off Hermione’s final shred of clothing and Harry could see her full naked form, the body he’d so completely defiled a month ago. He noticed Hermione had trimmed her bush to a nice single strip, he could see her smile as she eagerly anticipated what happens next. Zach was stood over her, chest proudly out, smug face, happy with the sight of his own cock resting over his conquest, as if to show them both just quite how deep he was about to penetrate this headgirl.

“What task?”, Harry said trying to get Malfoy’s attention back, he could see Malfoy enjoying the sight of his once-upon-a-time nemesis, completely naked, legs spread wide, defeated & defiled, and Smith finally rammed his giant cock into her beautifully slim body.

“Well…”, Malfoy started as he struggled to take his attention away of the sight of Hermione thrashing and convulsing; Smith had started working to stretch Hermione’s pussy out, “It seems your pal Creevey has been showing some pictures of me around; no, nothing like that Potter…” noticing Harry’s expression, “we don’t all go around sucking any cock we see! No, just some photo’s that don’t put me in a good light, i have a reputation you see.”, and at that moment, Smith had achieved what had seemed surely impossible, he had rammed his entire cock into Hermione, her pubic mound was bulging with the full length of Smith, seemingly about to explode and Harry hoped the silence spell was blocking the noise coming out the classroom, else surely Hermione’s screams would carry to hogsmead.

“So…”, again Harry and Malfoy had to draw their attention from the illicit scene infront of them, “this time Potter, no cock sucking necessary, i just need to you to destroy that picture, and as gratitude for such a great work on the Granger job, i will destroy your photo if you get it done.”, Harry looked at him disbelievingly, “oh yes Potter, you heard me right, i think its served its purpose and i don’t really need it anymore, your mine now, you’ll do as i say.”. Harry knew he felt anger at Malfoy, hatred, but it somehow felt distant, he felt like is was something in the background, mixed in with other feelings & thoughts, like the memory of his own tight pussy being wrecked by Malfoy, just as Smith was doing to Hermione’s now. “Do you think Ron will ever be enough for her now?” Malfoy asked with a smirk.

“Fine, i’ll get your photo, but you better stick to your word”. Harry replied trying to move the conversation on.

“Potter, would i lie to someone who has so lovingly sucked my cock, who spread their legs for me, just at a whisper?”, Harry had enough and turned to leave, he couldn’t stand the sight of his betrayal any more, it was both painful and errotic to see Hermione having her pussy so roughly pummelled by Smiths tool, who was just turning Hermione over, and Harry knew what was about to come.

“Don’t forget your potion Potter…” and Malfoy tossed him a container, “just an aide, but this time, maybe keep Creevy’s cock out of your mouth, not everything is about sex you know, you could try other means….” Malfoy turned back to the couple as Smith was preparing Hermione, face down over the edge of the desk, arse and pussy angled up, you could clearly see the effect of Smith’s **** on the most private part of the brightest witch of their age, “Do you know, I think i could fit my fist in there!” quipped Malfoy, and Harry rushed out.