Studious as she always was Hermione was keen to listen to Professor Flitwick's lesson, ready to hear every word and jot down plenty of notes to read again later. Or at least that's what she wanted to do but her attention kept drifting over to Hannah Abbott who sat in the row in front of her.
The blonde Hufflepuff girl was having trouble focusing too and from Hermione's position it wasn't hard to see why. The student to Hannah's left, a trollish looking boy whose name she couldn't remember, had reached under the desk and hiked up her robe. Hannah was trying to remain silent and avoid bothering the class but it wasn't easy with the boy boldly feeling his way up her inner thigh.
She seemed to be keeping herself under control until a flush came over her face and she began making muffled gasps. The boy's hand had slid under the creases of her robe and Hermione could only conclude that he had started fingering Hannah's pussy to get a more vocal and entertaining reaction from the defenseless girl.
This kind of behavior might be shocking to Muggles but in the world of magic he was doing nothing wrong or even unexpected. If a wizard was feeling horny it was simply his right to choose any unmarried witch and have his way with her right there and then. Witches didn't object to this arrangement and in fact they showed great enjoyment at being used in even the most perverse and degrading ways imaginable.
Understandably at a magical school like Hogwarts the hormones of budding young wizards were running high and so a witch old enough for sex, particularly if she was pretty or well endowed, would find herself being fondled or fucked several times a day by her hot-blooded peers.
Satisfied with her public debasement the boy whispered something in Hannah's ear that caused her to smile before she nodded and obediently slipped under the desk. There she silently unbuttoned his fly and drew out his hardening dick in order to suck him off while the rest of the class, minus a few voyeurs enjoying the view, continued normally.
Despite this being a mundane occurrence the sight of Hannah's cheeks bulging around the boy's cock was a source of great irritation for Hermione. It was another glaring example of the culture of discrimination that was all around her. Watching another girl being compelled to get on her knees and give a blowjob on command was a painful reminder of the entrenched inequality that she could no longer ignore.
But it wasn't any disparity between the sexes that bothered her. Being rather bookish and isolated at home it was only at Hogwarts that she had formed any complex notions about the relationship between boys and girls. Her true grievance was that in all this time no boy had ever made these kinds of advances on her, leaving Hermione an embarrassingly untouched virgin.
For reasons that she never fully understood it was acknowledged that Muggle women, including rare Muggle-born witches like herself, were allergic to sex. Every few decades there would be a tale of some drunken wizard who mistakenly grabbed a Muggle woman expecting to have a good time. While she sometimes behaved normally at first it always ended with her baffling insistence that he stop which was followed by her violently fighting back and yelling puzzling Muggle words like 'rape'.
Nobody in the wizarding community could understand why Muggle women reacted this way and so it was for everyone's safety that they were treated like already married witches. This meant that Muggle-born witches often ended up isolated and lonely. Those that did find husbands tended to be very private, although the occasional appearance of children suggested that they'd found ways to endure sex long enough for procreation.
For Hermione the reality of being excluded from such an important part of a witch's life had sunk in hard recently. It had been the beginning of the new school year and the returning Gryffindor students were gathered in their common room to chat and get reacquainted after the long summer break.
"Hey Weasley! Your sister's become a real looker hasn't she?" someone shouted from across the room. The boy's voice managed to break through the din of conversation that still permeated the common area even as though the hour had gotten late.
Ginny Weasley had been blissfully zoned out in the lap of her older brother Ron. While she rested her head against his shoulder he idly kneaded her breasts through the colorfully knitted jumper she wore while conversing with some of his peers. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes she came back to attention when it became apparent that someone had just mentioned her.
"Are you talking about Ginny?" Ron responded cluelessly, "This brat?"
"What other sister would I be talking about you twit?" the other boy sardonically replied, "And she certainly doesn't look like a brat this year so don't play dumb with us. I'd wager 5 Galleons that you Weasley brothers have already gone ahead and taken those virgin fuck holes for yourselves."
Ron was tight lipped but his answer wasn't necessary. The twinkle in Ginny's eye and the impish smile that broke out on her face was enough. It was clear that over the summer she'd been deemed old enough for more than just casual groping and had probably not had a chance to sleep in her own bed since.
"Well? When are the rest of us going to get a look at the new meat?" another boy hollered.
Never shy about speaking up for herself Ginny shot back a high pitched holler of her own "You've got two eyes genius, do you need a map and a compass too?"
"You know what he means" Ron insisted and nudged her out of his lap. Giving her bottom an encouraging smack he sent her toward the center of the room as the others quieted down and started to take notice of the proceedings.
Ginny brushed her hair back and noticed how everyone's attention was now on her. Spreading her arms she shrugged and gave the room a twirl before striking a saucy pose with one hand resting on her hip and the other making a victory sign.
"Show us your tits!" several voices shouted at once and Ginny smiled back at them, biting her lip as she pulled her top up over her head so they could see just how much of a young woman she'd become. Wolf whistles followed as piece by piece she stripped away her remaining garments until every inch of her skin was exposed to their leering eyes.
"What do you think?" she asked and bent over, following a boy's demand that she spread her pussy lips for them. Her tempting pink hole was already dripping at the thought of being used to sheath one of the mighty swords of Gryffindor.
"That's a tight looking cunt" said one of the boys.
"Yeah, that bitch is built just right" another agreed.
"I don't think it's going to take long before someone drags you off to be his fun for the night" Ron remarked to his sister. It didn't pass Hermione's notice that Ginny was glancing to see if Harry Potter was showing interest in being that someone.
"That ass isn't going to stay pasty white for long with what I've got planned" promised a boy from Ginny's year as he stood up.
At the same time an older boy was also coming forward with his own boast. "I'm one of the biggest guys here so she better be ready to scream her lungs out when I smash up that womb."
"Bugger off with your bullshit, she's mine. Those little tits are just begging to be christened with my cum" said another boy angrily.
"Who said either of you could have her?!" shouted yet another as the room began descending into a mess of boasts and arguments. Ginny had to fight the urge to rub her clit while listening to all the possibilities that awaited her tonight, so many alluring promises of how they'd stuff her holes and make her squeal.
"GENTLEMEN" said a voice booming loud and clear. When silence fell over the room an elder prefect cleared his throat and began speaking in what was obviously his impression of a pompous official from the Ministry of Magic.
"It has come to the attention of the noble house of Gryffindor that after more than one hundred years of producing nothing but ugly sods the Weasley family has seen fit to give us a girl. And lo and behold she looks like she's a right proper fuck toy too."
Several girls shouted a hurrah for Ginny and then he continued. "It is only fitting that we Gryffindor's should mark this momentous occasion by brewing a witch's caldron. I submit to you all that we should make this brew using our own Ginevra Weasley."
Hermione remembered that a witch's caldron was a seldom used tradition in which several wizards, not just two or three but at least a dozen, would gang up and ruthlessly fuck a single witch. By the end of it the witch's gaping pussy might be filled with over a gallon of cum making it resemble a bubbling caldron from which the act got its name.
It wasn't very common because wizards were more inclined to find another witch rather than to wait in line for someone else's sloppy seconds. As a result the witch's caldron was considered a special occasion. It was a great honor for a girl to be chosen to say nothing of the obvious enjoyment she got from being used by so many men at once.
Ginny was still in shock at the sudden turn of events when the boys as one began closing in on her. By silent agreement it seemed that the most senior students would get first dibs and Ginny had to lean her head back to look at the older boys who towered over her.
"Me?" was all she could squeak before they grabbed her, a dozen lecherous hands all pawing her at once. As her arms were pulled to the side someone's lips sealed over hers for a sloppy kiss. She moaned as other men squeezed her flesh possessively and fingers begin poking impatiently at her ass and pussy.
With the crowd packed so tightly Hermione couldn't really see what was going on, only hear Ginny crying out in pleasure and see glimpses of her body quivering as she was ravished from all sides. "You won't be walking after this you dirty slut" bragged one of the boys having his way with her.
"Yes! Break me as badly as you like, ruin me forever with your big long dicks" Ginny shouted franticly.
Hermione could understand her insistence, even for a pretty girl like Ginny this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. She couldn't imagine what kind of witch would turn down the opportunity to be fucked mercilessly by such a large crowd of men. But bitterness crept in when she remembered that was exactly how people viewed Muggle-born witches like herself.
It didn't seem fair to Hermione, to have it decided by the circumstances of her birth that she should never know the wonderful taste of cum landing in her mouth or feel a man's dick hammering into her ass the way other witches did every day. She didn't think it was true that she'd become violent and irrational from sex, but how could she prove otherwise when boys didn't even make lewd comments about her.
It was on that thought that she watched the group bending Ginny over so the first of them could press his impressive looking dick into her anxiously waiting pussy. Something about the arrangement seemed off and Hermione realized that because of her much shorter stature Ginny's feet had been lifted right off the ground. She was now being held in the air between two of the boys and the one in front was maneuvering his cock into her mouth so that they could work her over from both ends at once.
It was hard for Hermione to not feel resentful of how lucky Ginny was to be spit roasted between them. With her smaller frame Ginny's legs simply hung there with no way to get any footing as they pistoned her petite body from one dick to the other. Hermione's jealousy only grew when those boys blew their load and were immediately replaced by more horny classmates eager to fuck the mouthy little bitch.
Soon Ginny was being bounced on top of one dick as the boy below her squeezed and pulled at her developing breasts. Behind her another had his eyes closed in exertion as he slammed into her ass making a loud clap each time their bodies collided. A third one used a hand on the back of her skull and another around her throat to repeatedly choke her on his dick. Even her hands were occupied jerking off the next two in line to ensure there would be no interruption.
In the past Hermione told herself that being a virgin didn't matter. But now here was Ginny, a girl a year young than her, who already seemed more widely celebrated and accepted because her holes were available to be fucked. Watching the line slowly rotate as the big crowd of boys slowly got around to taking second and then eventually third helpings she realized that she would only keep falling further and further behind the longer she went unused.
She tried not to dwell on that terrible sounding thought as the finale of the witch's caldron played out. Boy after boy came forward to spill his load over Ginny as the last few stragglers took their turn rutting into her now silently limp body. The other girls cheered as each burst of semen landed but when Hermione joined in her words felt hollow.
As much as she might like to she had no idea what it felt like to be treated as a cum rag. The other girls took facials and creampies all the time but she'd never tasted a single drop of semen. Repeating what the other girls were cheering only made her feel like an outsider desperately pretending to be part of their group.
When Ginny was finally discarded on the common room floor she was a battered mess from head to toe. Even her hair which had been a dazzling mane of red at the beginning was now stained white thanks to the thick layer of hardening spunk. Ginny's bruised pussy and ass gaped obscenely from the pounding they'd be given and cum bubbled from her nostrils as her body took slow wheezing breaths, a testament to how well the Gryffindor boys had worked her over.
While everyone else was going back to their dorms Hermione remained next to Ginny's awkwardly strewn form. She felt a profound sense of shame that prevented her from simply leaving Ginny there and going to bed. She knew that she should be feeling happy for Ginny and yet as she stared down at the wrecked body of her friend the only thing on her mind was 'I wish that had been me.'
Back in the present Hermione saw the boy at the table stiffen while Hannah's throat worked to swallow the spunk he'd showered down her gullet. It made Hermione tremble with futile rage; she was certain that given the chance she could have sucked his cock just as well as Hannah or any other witch for that matter. She was just as entitled to drink his cum and it wasn't right that she was always treated differently.
At that moment Hermione promised herself that she wouldn't stop working until every witch was treated as a sex toy regardless of their parentage. Boys would finally see her not as a bookworm or the smart girl who got good grades, but as piece of ass to be fucked whenever they got horny. However heedless in her passion for justice and equality she was understandably ignorant of what she was really getting into.
You see many centuries ago a particularly skilled but lecherous wizard had grown tired of short lasting love potions and laborious seduction spells. So he designed a spell that should have left a small mark in the blood of every witch alive, one that he could then subtly employ to make them eagerly fulfill his desires.
But it was far more powerful then he expected and witches started to offer themselves freely to any wizard who gave a hint of interest, a situation which made it impossible for him to keep the spell a secret for long.
Once he was discovered the evil wizard was found guilty of breaking a slew of magical laws and sentenced to complete banishment – his name, his accomplishments, his entire legacy was to be destroyed and never spoken of again. But when it came to undoing his spell things were not so easy.
Thanks to its influence witches insisted that everything was normal and strongly opposed efforts to disenchant them. For a while wizards talked about solutions but action was slow as more of them became enamored with the benefits. In the end nothing was done and instead wizard society began changing to accommodate the spell's effects.
Objectifying women became more socially accepted as did casual public sex. These practices became entrenched as a new generation of witches were born who all carried the same enchanted blood. Memories faded and it was eventually assumed that things had always been this way: wizards acted freely on their urges, witches loved being used to fill them, and Muggle women defied any rational explanation.
Being Muggle-born meant that Hermione didn't have any of that special blood in her. Without it there was nothing to make being used as a sex toy as magically gratifying as it was for other witches. Her desire to be treated that way was simply the product of seeing every other girl enjoying it and not wanting to be left out.
As one of the brightest witches of her generation there was no doubt that Hermione would find a way to change peoples minds, the only question was how she would feel about it once she'd succeeded.
Next time: Hermione gets her chance to prove that she can suck dick when Harry finds himself caught in a jam. Will it be everything she dreamed it would be?
So did you like the introduction to Hermione's struggle? If you think I should continue writing this please tell me in the comments. This is my first attempt at writing Harry Potter so share what you think about the characterization and setting. Do you like this version of Hermione and Hogwarts or hate it?