OBLIVIATE!

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"ROBERTIUS"!..."WHY"? she cries as tears roll down her cheeks, "you've spurned my advances for the last time sweetie...if I can't have you as a lover, girlfriend, and sexual mate I'll have you this way slut". Her first memory to disappear is that of her friends Harry...Ron...Hagrid, and Professor Dumbledore, then her recollections of Hogwarts and its teachers, soon Hermione will be a blank canvas upon which he can create his masterpiece....Robertius's soon-to-be magnum opus.

"French kiss me bitch"...their lips meeting his in a fiery, passionate, and deep liplock. Robertius parts his labia's as she slips him some tongue exploring his piehole, his cock stiffening at the thought of Hermione's soft warm lips and her moist saliva ridden mouth sucking on it...deepthroating him, this nearly makes him cum right there and then....but he doesn't reciprocating with his tongue!

When he cums it will be down her throat...legally, as his wife! Now cloaked he feels her up, under the jacket and over the shirt, Hermione moans softly as his hand disappears under her pleated skirt...rubbing her panties and vaginal lips he arouses her further.

"Your body knows what it wants" as her last memory vanishes. Robertius slips his three fingers in her thin slit stimulating Miss Granger's G spot in a a 'come hither' motion, "you want to orgasm....I forbid it, not unless it's on my shaft"!