Why not just go with it?

As Hermione woke up the next moning she was expecting to reach for her, in lack of a better word, uniform, but it was not there. Well that is not quite right. There was a uniform. Just not the usual one. Tehn she remembered the new rule. A new outfit every day was it? Or at least every now and then? Well, lets have a look then.

Hermione was surprised to find something that actually did cover up key aspects of her body for a change. A very short red and gold skirt and a red bra, outlined in gold sporting the Gryffindor lion on the front of each cup. As she put it on, she looked in the mirror and saw herself in a Gryffindor cheerleader uniform. Not the worst thing that could have happened she supposed.

Her hair was still donw up two two pigtails. Wait, didnt she put it back to the way it usually was last night? Hermioen shrugged. After all, it was not exactyl the worst thing to have it like that yesterday. She grinned, and seeing herself in the mirror like that, Hermione actually laughed out loud for a moment. She just couldnt not believe it. Standing here, in a skimpy cheerleader costume and thinking about how a group of guys railed her in the classroom yesterday. And the weirdest part was, she was not even mad about it anymore.

As Hermione arrived in the common room, she realized that everyone of the Gryffindor girls, and the rest of the school too she supposed, was wearing the same cheerleader outfit that she did. All of them had their hair the same way as herself. It seemed to be part of the costume, Hermione thought. And yes, when she tried to undo her pigtails, they would not move. It seemed, they were magically sealed for the day. Well, there were worse things than perfectly ordered hair for an entire day, right?

Hermione just now realized, but there were no guys in the common room right now. Was there something going on here? Or was it just a coincidence? Hermione approached Ginny, who was relaxing in one of the big armchairs

"Mornin Ginny" Ginn ylooked up at her and snorted with laughter "I know I know" Hermione said, a bit hurt. "I am sorry its just, seeing YOU of all people dressed like this is just... come on, you knwo what I mean" Hermioen had to grin herself "Yeah I suppose you are right. The old me would have not been happy about this at all." Ginnys eyebrows raised "The OLD you?"

And before she knew it, Hermione began to tell Ginny about yesterday, tell her about how 4 or 5 guys, she did not even know anymore, lined up to use her one after the other, over anbd over again. And how she liked it. It felt so great. She had allways been good friends with Ginny, but the first days of term, when Ginny enjoyed being a free sue whore from the get go, Hermione was feeli ngvery strage about it.

"But I get it now. I.. I think I do at least. Well maybe not the same way you do, but I get it. It is fun to be used. At least sometimes." Ginny smirked at her. "I know I know, I am a hypocrite, you dont have to." but Ginny interrupted her "No. Imean yeah, you are, but that is not what I mean. Turn around"

Hermione was confused for a moment, but when she turned around she found Ron towering over her, a hungry look in his eyes "It is fun, huh?" he muttered. Ginny whispered into Hermiones ear "Happy for you, but I think you will understand I am not particularly keen to watch either. see you" and with that Ginny skipped off, who knows where. Not that Hermione cared where she went rihgt now.

Her eyes met Rons, and after blinking at each other for a few seconds, his hands were grabbing her pigtails tightly and out of nowhere, hsi hard cock was inside of her mouth. The back of the chair coushined his thrusts a lot, but still he was pushig nit deep in her throat every time, making her sink in to the upholstry. There she was, the Gryffindor cheerleader bimbo, being facefucked by the Quidditch player, a clichee really if you think about it. But a fun clichee. So fun...