Hermione walks to her room

You lay sprawled across Hermione Granger’s tongue in the dark, sweltering heat of her mouth as she carries you to Merlin only knows where. Even in the darkness, somehow Hermione’s gaping throat looms even darker. You cannot help but clutch at the soggy wet muscle below you a little tighter every time a breath blows past your feet. The saliva that is pooling around you suddenly drains away as Hermione gives your tiny body a gentle suck.

There was a time not too long ago when the thought of Hermione sucking on your body would have been a fairly pleasant one. Of course, at the time, you were hardly… bite sized. You shudder involuntarily as the massive throat behind you swallows; sending the various juices down to Hermione’s belly. ‘Please don’t swallow me. Please don’t swallow me. Please don’t swallow me,’ you think frantically as the rhythmic vibrations of Hermione’s steps continue.

Beneath you, Hermione’s massive, wet tongue undulates unpredictably. It is exhausting trying to keep you from sliding backwards into the abyss; made all the worse because you are still exhausted from your time entombed in Hermione’s twat.

“Oofhossiin trinmids,” Hermione announces suddenly; the words roaring past your ears. You are offered a familiar sight in the brief instant that her mouth is open: the Fat Lady. Hermione is obviously on her way back to Gryffindor Tower and hopefully to her room. You want a quick, hot shower and then you want to rest somewhere very, VERY dry for several… days!

The already limited space around you suddenly diminishes as Hermione’s tongue suddenly pushes you up against the roof of her mouth. ‘She isn’t pleased about something,’ you realize. “Join the club,” you add bitterly.

You are thrown from side to side as Hermione’s head swivels; probably checking if anybody else is nearby. Suddenly you are thrust back into the light as Hermione’s mouth opens wide. The next moment, her powerful tongue surges up beneath you; pushing you forward. With a slight, “bleck,” sound; Hermione spits you gracelessly into her upturned palms as if you were a helping of distasteful food.

You land heavily, and mostly on your face in her soft hands. For a few seconds you simply lay there panting; thrilled to finally be free of ANY of Hermione’s various orifices. Above you, Hermione smacks her lips thoughtfully.

“Hmm… you are actually pretty tasty, Harry,” she says as if it were something you should feel some pride in.

“Hurray,” you groan as you push yourself up into a sitting position. You wipe a liberal amount of Hermione’s spit, and probably other fluids, from your eyes.

“Toothflossing stringmints,” Hermione announces again and the Fat Lady’s portrait quickly slides open. Quickly Hermione carries you inside; her hands cupped around you to protect you from any potential witnesses lurking inside the Common Room.

“So Harry,” Hermione begins cheerfully as soon as you are both in the relative privacy of the girls’ stairwell, “You like me, don’t you?”

Warning bells immediately start going off in your head. You have spent the better part of a day struggling inside the oppressively hot pussy of this girl. You do not do something like that without gaining at least a little insight into her character. It is a loaded question; you just are not sure how. “I… guess so…” you begin diplomatically. “I… I mean yes of course I do,” you add quickly as she peers down at you disapprovingly.

“Good,” she breaths as she continues to carry you along, “And I really like you. And I’ve been thinking about something for a little while now. You trust me, don’t you Harry?”

Again your brain screams that nothing good will come from answering these questions. You know the drop is coming; you just pray that you will be able to avoid it once it arrives. “I… I… yes, Hermione,” you groan in defeat, “I trust you.” And you will trust her even more once you are full sized again.

“Wonderful,” Hermione practically purrs as she stops outside her door, “Because I think I’m going to make—er… that is, ‘allow’ you to get to know me better than anybody else ever has.” She smiles triumphantly as she continues, “I’m going to let you know me… inside and out.”

“Whoa,” you squeak apprehensively. Horrible experience identified! Evasive maneuvers, Harry! “You can’t possible mean… e-eating me?!” you cry.

“Yeah!” Hermione replies excitedly as she misreads your panic for excitement. Quickly she lowers you down past her breasts until you are face to ‘face’ with her robe covered tummy. “Think about it, Harry,” she says dreamily as her other hand gives her tummy a gentle rub, “You’ll get to see a part of me that nobody else will ever see. Even I will never know me as well as YOU will. Plus! What safer place could I possibly come up with that actually INSIDE my body?”

For a long moment you can only stare up at Hermione’s face in amazement. Inside her body? INSIDE HER BODY?! You’ve spent the last several hours INSIDE HER BODY! You had just barely escaped drowning to **** while inside her body! There is NO way that you are going to journey back into her depths just so that you can ‘know her better!’ You feel like you know her TOO well already!

Alright! Calm down Harry. If you start screaming at her you are likely to find yourself traveling down her slender neck just for spite. You take a deep, raged breath as Hermione eyes you expectantly.

“Now listen, Hermione,” you begin calmly. Your voice sounds far calmer than you actually feel. “I love you with all my heart and all…” Hermione smiles widely, clearly pleased with your answer so far. You can hear her doorknob rattle as she starts to open the door. “…But,” you add quickly, “there is no fucking way that I ever want to experience any of your body ever agai--”

“Hello Mione,” calls a horrifying familiar voice from over in the vicinity of Hermione’s bed.

In the blink of an eye, Hermione’s arms surge upward. You inhale a deep breath to scream as her full lips part to reveal the glistening pink inside of her mouth and the horrifying darkness of the void just beyond. Before the squeak can escape your own lips you are shoved past those Hermione’s. Your left foot catches on one of her teeth sending you sprawling forward across her large slimy tongue. ‘Not again! Not again!’ you think desperately as you spin around on the slippery muscle to scramble back toward the light. You get just a brief view of Ron lounging lazily in the middle of Hermione’s bed before her mouth clamps slut sealing you into darkness again.

“Damn it, Ron!” you scream in fury as you find yourself again straddling the squirming, spongy muscle of Hermione’s tongue. Why was he here?! What was he doing? And why… WHY… was he wearing an dingy old sack like a house elf?!

“Whon!” cries Hermione in surprise as her tongue bucks wildly beneath you.

“Ooh, I like that!” moans Ron as he clambers off her bed and rushes towards her, “call me Whon again.”

Hermione’s lips part again in apparent exasperation and you are **** to clutch at your soggy seat as Hermione sucks in a massive breath to begin yelling at your stupid STUIPD best mate. You are rewarded with a brief view out of her mouth and what you see terrifies you all the more: Ron’s massive face growing larger by the second. You drop down, hugging Hermione’s tongue desperately as Ron’s lips collide with Hermione’s. Almost immediately a massive, slimy, pink beast rise up out of Ron’s mouth and surge toward you. You open your mouth to scream in horror as Ron’s tongue hits you full in the face. Your arms wave wildly in an attempt to fight off this new intruder and in that split second your legs lose their **** grip on Hermione’s tongue.

Adrenaline surges through your body as you feel your legs slide backwards off Hermione’s tongue and into… nothing! Frantically you throw your arms out in front of you; grabbing as much of the back of her tongue as you can reach. Your fingers slide against the slick surface as it starts to slip past you; the faintly pebbled surface of Hermione’s taste buds providing no respite.

Finally, your toes find a faint wrinkle in Hermione’s throat. It’s not much, but your feet cling to it as best as they can. Still, it’s far too little for you to pull yourself out of the top of her throat. You watch as Hermione’s tongue, free of its tiny passenger, rises up to engage Ron’s. At any moment, Hermione will shove Ron away and cough you up into her mouth again; you are sure of it!

She does not.

Instead, her tongue loops up around Ron’s; intertwining in a disgustingly wet sounding dance. You watch as it surges forward, gliding along Ron’s, past his own lips as you are apparently completely forgotten. The tip of Ron’s tongue, now taking its time exploring Hermione’s mouth, is slowly working its way back towards the only part of you not dangling over Hermione’s throat; your face. You cringe as the massive pink mass slides across your fingers; adding even more slick saliva as it passes. And back it creeps. Ron apparently will not be satisfied until he has tasted every square inch of Hermione’s mouth. Finally you watch it surge toward you one last time and you clench your eyes shut in anticipation of its final push.

With a sudden wet gulp below you, Hermione’s throat clamps down on your legs and a moment later a second gulp yanks you from your precarious position as Hermione’s body claims you. You scream at the injustice of it all as the glistening throat clamps down on you and begins guiding your tiny body deeper into Hermione than you’ve ever been. Your impotent rage only increases as she moans in apparent approval at your sacrifice. The entire experience cannot last more than a few moments yet it seems to last an eternity as you are guided down the mucus covered tube to your grave.

Finally, a muscle ahead of you yawns open and you are pushed through. You achieve a moment of freefall before you land with a wet squelch amid the mushy, frothing contents of Hermione Granger’s stomach. In an instant you are covered with the chewed bits of egg and sausage from her breakfast. You are totally indistinguishable from everything else in this deadly pit and the thought is not lost on you that Hermione’s stomach will react to you in the same way. Best friend or not, you are just part of breakfast now.

“Noo!” you howl in rage as you charge forward. There’s almost no light in your new prison so you do not realize you have found the wall to her stomach until your fingers sink into the wrinkled surface. As soon as you do you bring your fists back and pound them down into the side of Hermione’s belly. All your rage, from every cruel turn of fate since you walked out of that damned Doctor’s office, you channel into power as you hammer again and again against the mucus covered walls. You hold nothing back, because if you fail to make an impression now, then you are nothing more than a wet burp later. But you do make an impression and you can almost feel the flesh quiver beneath your monumental ****.

Your world rumbles around you as Hermione speaks, “Oh God, Ron. I feel so powerful.” Your mouth drops open as your strength bleeds from you. You fall forward, sliding against the wall and into the mush as Hermione continues, “Hurry Ron! Take it out. I need to feel ‘little’ Ron.” There is too much flesh between you and Ron for you to hear his voice; but you have been inside Hermione enough today for it to be second nature. Hermione is on cloud nine.

Your whole world tilts suddenly and you find yourself sliding helplessly along the same wall you had just been attacking. ‘They’re moving onto the bed,’ you realize miserably. Not only are you going to die here, but your final moments will be serenaded by your two best friends fucking like bunnies.

Sure enough, a few moments later you and the rest of the contents of Hermione’s belly begin sloshing back and forth in a rhythmic pattern. You slump down deeper into the sludge as a pleased moan rumbles through Hermione’s body. There is no escape. Why fight it? Already you can feel parts of your body starting to tingle.

Just as your mind starts to spiral down into absolute defeat you hear the most beautiful sound you have ever heard: Hermione coughing. Your eyes widen excitedly as Hermione’s voice rumbles again, “Not so deep Ron! You’ll make me gag.” Gag! That’s it! They are not fucking! Hermione is blowing Ron! Immediately you spring to your feet; you have got to find the opening to her stomach. If you have learned one thing about Ronald Weasley today; it is that he does not understand the word ‘stop.’ But you have to hurry. You may only get one chance at this and you need to be ready when you are rescued by Ron’s penis.