Intending to rest for only a few minutes until she felt better Hermione instead fell right to sleep and didn't wake until the next morning. Sunlight had found its way through her window but she could tell it was barely past dawn and for the moment there was no hurry to leave her cocoon of warm blankets.
Laying in her state of idleness she gradually became aware of a shadow dancing on the wall. At first it seemed like nothing, maybe just the wind blowing a tree but she became more and more curious trying to guess what it was and lifted her head off the pillow to investigate.
Of the several girls who shared a room with her it was Parvati Patil who slept to her left. Looking in that direction she could see an oddly twisted shape moving rhythmically on top of her bed and while it was clearly the source of the shadow she wasn't sure what she was looking at yet.
As her eyesight adjusted she at last saw that it was Neville kneeling between Parvati's legs and realized that the unusual silhouette was because he had her ankles resting on his shoulders. Using them to help lift her butt up to just the right angle Hermione could see how it let him take deeper strokes and get every inch of his dick into her unresistant pussy.
The fact that he was managing to do all this in complete and utter silence, not even a creak from the bed, was easily explained. Since it was only natural that boys might feel some urges in the middle of the night the house's founder, Godric Gryffindor, had wisely placed an enchantment on the stairs leading up to the girl's dorm. As soon as a boy's foot touched the sixth step a temporary muffling charm would be cast to ensure that he wouldn't disturb the whole dorm with his visit.
Of course for deep sleeping girls it meant that boys could enter, help themselves, and leave without even waking their quarry. That seemed to be the case for Parvati who remained asleep and unaware as Neville became frantic and then stiffened, shuddering slightly as he pumped his seed straight into her womb.
Hermione watched as he lowered Parvati's limp legs back to the bed and stood up to go, the girl's breasts still calming rising and falling with each sleeping breath and her pussy now leaking semen onto the sheets. As he buttoned up Neville looked in her direction and they found themselves staring at each other awkwardly.
"S...Sorry, I didn't mean you wake you" Neville apologized.
"It's alright, I was already awake" Hermione replied and then waited through the silence that followed. "So, you like visiting Parvati?"
The attempt at small talk gave Neville a lifeline and he lunged for it. "Well I mean she's ok, her pussy was pretty tight. But if I'm honest about it she's just the closest to the door. I got a note saying I have to attend a practical exam today and I'm not as nervous about it if I blow one off first thing. It could have been any girl I guess."
It was an honest answer and Hermione knew that being literally nothing but a convenient cum dumpster wouldn't get in the way of Pavati's delight when she woke up and discovered that a stranger had taken her during the night.
"Speaking of any girl..." Neville ventured carefully, "is it true what they're saying, that Harry was able to safely help himself to a nice face fuck from you even though you're a... um..."
"Yes, it's true. And he did have a very good time with my mouth" she said with pride, "But how did you find out about it so quickly?"
"Last night it was all anyone was talking about in the common room" said Neville with an obvious hint of enthusiasm, "By now I'm sure there are rumors going around the whole school that you're a whore."
As a regular target for negative gossip the unexpected dose of good news was all that Hermione needed to get her out of bed and ready to start the day.
The school bustled with activity as she made her way down to breakfast and at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Hasty students weaved their way through the slower crowds, small groups huddled together talking and laughing, girls that were pulled aside began obediently undressing, and the portraits wished everyone who passed them a cheerful good morning. But as she navigated the familiar stairs and passageways Hermione began to experience a sneaking feeling that something was out of place.
She thought it might just be in her head until she came upon a boy standing beside a dark skinned witch with wild purple hair. The girl was sitting on her knees with her breasts wrapped around his cock, rubbing them quickly against his member and bringing the boy closer and closer to orgasm. And yet as she passed Hermione saw that he was undoubtedly focused on her instead of the big breasted slut ready to be plastered with his cum.
From there it became obvious the way that students were trying to hide their glances at her and how conversions stopped or switched to whispers when she got near. Even so it still seemed like she could only have imagined it the first time there was a feather light touch against her thigh.
Paying more attention she took note of how many boys seemed to be crowding past her until finally one of them was brave enough to give her butt a clear and definitive squeeze. Hermione had to resist the urge to bounce on her toes and squeal in celebration: A boy had copped a feel from her! Turning around she tried to see who it was but he had already blended into the crowd. "Thank you" she called out anyway and hoped that he might hear her.
Soon others became confident and the groping intensified until nearly every passing boy was helping himself to a quick feel. "Thank you for choosing to molest a Muggle-born witch" she said to the boy with glasses who squeezed one of her clothed breasts inquisitively, "Remember that EVERY witch is a slut" she implored a boy who had momentarily grasped her by the chin and examined her face like she was a piece of livestock at an auction.
She was so occupied with spreading her message that she walked straight into the person who had stopped in front of her. Finding herself to be a head shorter all she could see was a blue Ravenclaw tie inches from her face. Tilting her head up there was no time to register the face before a boy was leaning down and forcing his lips onto hers.
"Eep!" she sounded in surprise allowing the Ravenclaw's tongue to slide past her lips and begin a vigorous examination of her tonsils. A feeling of lightheadedness unrelated to any lack of oxygen overtook Hermione as his hands aggressively ran down her body and took stock of all the intimate curves that now belonged to him. Being taken without warning or even acknowledgement, like she was just an object sitting around for anyone's use, was even more arousing than Hermione had imagined it would be.
To her disappointment the experience was over almost as quickly as it had started and yet she proudly kept her wits about her. "Would you be interested in helping W.H.O.R.E.S.?" she asked spelling it out, "It's a committee dedicated to the plight of undersexed-"
The tall boy was already shrugging in a so-so gesture and walked away before she could even start explaining. She thought to herself that it would be useful to have some pamphlets to hand out so that people could be informed about her cause. It was just too bad that nobody had a camera yesterday since an enchanted photograph of her, a Muggle-born, being savagely face fucked would have made an excellent cover with which to attract people's attention.
In the mean time she stuck to short slogans as she enjoyed being felt up by the passing mob of curious boys and even tried to reach out to some of the girls who walked by, asking if they'd be willing to stand with their Muggle-born slut-sisters and make a call for equal treatment.
Despite none of them being interested she still got to participate in a giggling conversation about their most recent blow jobs, with one of the girls still wearing cum on her nose from an encounter only a few minutes earlier. It was so satisfying to be part of the group and be able to voice an opinion when it was suggested that Harry Potter was the best at treating a witch's face like a pussy.
That was how Ron found her a few minutes later. When Hermione saw him coming she made sure she was wearing a scowl so that he wouldn't forget their fight or the very important fact that she had been proven completely right. She got exactly the kind of apology she was hoping for when he pressed her into one of the alcoves and slapped her across the face. "You better not have that look when I'm fucking you" he commanded.
"So you've reconsidered the idea of touching a Muggle-born?" she asked in a way that bordered on teasing.
"You're damn right I've decided to help myself to those tits you were flaunting yesterday. Harry already told me that he got the first crack at this chatty mouth" he said and held her face while pressing his thumb to her lips. Obediently she parted them and sucked on his digit as his other hand snaked up to find the clasp on her robes.
Sliding them off her shoulders he immediately grabbed the hem of her jumper and she raised her arms in compliance to let him to pull it over her head. Normally when a boy took a girl in the hallways it was for a quickie and she would be expected to undress herself for expedience sake. But Ron seemed to want that pleasure for himself, licking his lips and savoring the experience of unwrapping his newest acquisition.
Hermione felt her cheeks grow warm as he finished unbuttoning her white shirt and pulled it off, leaving her tie loosely hanging between her breasts which were now exposed to a boy for the first time ever.
But Ron wasn't just any boy, she'd dreamed of his wanton lust falling on her for ages. Sure she'd thought of others, Harry sneaking up and taking her by surprise in the library was a favorite, but for some reason it felt especially important that Ron would find her fuck worthy.
He was almost finished now, squatting down to remove everything but her thigh high socks. While he was down there Hermione glanced around and saw that she was become something of an attraction. While a naked witch in the hallways was nothing special a naked Muggle-born witch was new and it seemed that everyone was turning their heads to gawk at her exposed body and whisper. She wished that she could hear if what they were saying was as lewd and objectifying as she hoped it was.
Ron's hungry face reentered her vision and she could feel his hands lazily tracing her sides. His eyes were flicking indecisively back and forth over her body; everything she had on display was his for the taking which only seemed to make it harder for him to decide where to begin. Finally he returned to his first thought and cupped both of her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and watching the supple young tit flesh yield pleasantly under his fingertips.
"Mmm, I've never had a pair of Muggle tits to play with. I'm going to enjoy these" he remarked greedily as he began feeling them up.
Normally it was irritating when people used that word to define her but there was something appealing when it was used to talk dirty to her. Words were one of the exciting ways a wizard could demean and objectivity a witch, sometimes to the point where she could cum just from the things he said about her. Other girls might be lucky to be called cunt or pig or trash but Muggle felt like it could be a special endearment just for her.
His rough thumbs caressed the surface of her breasts sending shivers down Hermione's back when he brushed over her sensitive nipples. The cute little pink points were especially excited by Ron's examination and quickly stood at attention for him. "Do Muggle-borns make different sounds then other witches?" he asked idly.
She didn't know the answer to that but gave it anyway in the form of a soft cry of surprise when he abruptly tugged one of the little nubs he'd been so interested in. "Oh that was nice" he said appreciatively and then drew a more shrill screech from her by twisting the nipple sharply. "You love me using these tits don't you Hermione?"
"Yes Ron! I love the way yo-Ahhh" she screeched again as he twisted the other one even harder. Hermione braced her hands again the wall to keep herself from losing balance while she let her breasts be tugged around like a child's playthings. It felt so exhilarating to have a boy using her like this, the way she'd seen so many other girls enjoy, and she wanted Ron to know it. "Don't stop Ron, use my tits and-"
"Your tits?" he dared her with a hint of something dangerous. He'd stopped pulling and now held one breast with his right hand which he squeezed at tightly as his fingers could manage.
The crushing of her tit flesh made it throb and grow warm in a way that she hadn't experienced before, unsure of whether it was a good or a bad feeling. But she did understand her mistake. "Your tits Ron. These tits belong to you" she corrected herself.
"No Muggle tricks" he asked and suddenly his other hand was around her throat with just enough pressure to mean business, "no lies or backpedaling?"
"No tricks, you can do anything you want with them" she gasped desperately. The way he was taking such clear ownership of her body left her horny and anxious to find out what he'd do next. "Twist them, slap them, squeeze them. You can even write your name on them" she begged.
Hermione had seen witches favored enough to have a wizard brand or tattoo his mark over their pussy or label their ass as his property. Of course with magic those brands were sadly fleeting and only lasted until another wizard took interest and removed his competitor's temporary claim. Still they were nice while they lasted.
Satisfied with that answer Ron released her throat and dropped his head to claim her free breast with his mouth. Trapped between him and the wall behind her Hermione could only groan obscenely as he helped himself. The rough stonework scraping against her back was in deep contrast with the wet feeling of his lips devouring her hungrily from the front.
When he released the crushing hold he had on her other breast so that he could suck it too the blood came rushing back and sent her nerves in a hypersensitive state. Every time he touched that breast it created a jumble of confused messages to her brain. The sensation that he was setting off tiny firecrackers with the tip of his tongue was maddening. "More please" she whimpered.
Enjoying how she trembled under his touch Ron became more callous, grabbing and tugging on her breasts harshly with his only concern being how amusing her reaction was. Hermione thrashed about under his assault, clinging to the wall for support and crying out with sounds ranging from low grunts to high shrieks.
She knew that she'd asked for this and while it hurt a little it was also exciting in a wild and reckless kind of way. If he was going to use her tits like this she might as well enjoy it, it was certainly something that the other girls talked about as an experience to remember.
As she whipped her head around she noticed that her clothes, tossed aside haphazardly by Ron earlier, were now in the path of the students who had resumed their movements. It concerned her for a moment until she thought about Lavender from yesterday. That bitch probably thought she was special because Ron had torn her blouse. Well now Hermione could brag that her entire outfit had been trampled and covered in dirt because Ron had wanted to ravage her.
"Now how about that ass you suggested I fuck" said Ron as he stopped playing with her breasts and pulled her away from the wall. Giving her a shove he forced her onto her hands and knees where she could momentarily see the tent in his pants before he went behind her.
Just like the wall the floors were made of stone too which Hermione discovered wasn't very comfortable for bare hands and knees, although that didn't bother her much with the anticipation that Ron was going to fuck her. She felt his hands caress her butt checks and then spread them apart revealing her little puckered hole. She knew she must be wearing one of the dumbest looking smiles possible with how giddy she felt at this moment.
"I'm going to fuck your ass so hard that you won't even remember that Harry was the first to touch you" he promised and with a loud hocking sound he spit on her puckered asshole. Hermione hummed in appreciation of the words that could have come straight from the pages of a witch's romance novel and tried to keep her anticipation in check as she felt his dick being guided into position against her rear entrance.
Feeling the pressure she tried to prepare herself for the ultimate pleasure she was about to receive. She'd seen many girls with their eyes literally rolled back in their head and their tongue hanging out from the bliss they experienced from having their asshole torn open by a big dick. It seemed crazy that so soon after starting her campaign she was going to have that wonderful experience too.
With only his spit as lube it took a moment for Ron to actually wedge the head of his dick into her tightest hole but when he did Hermione almost lost her balance at the unexpected surprise. Gritting her teeth it felt like the worst cramps she'd ever had and the pain only increased when he gave another push that made her sphincter ease open a little more and almost let him in. "Wait!" she heard herself saying in the hopes that she could figure out a way to make it stop hurting.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" asked Ron.
"It's, it's nothing" Hermione stuttered having heard the impatience in his voice, "It's just that maybe you could go slower, so I can get used to it."
"Not ready?" he repeated back indignantly, "I thought you weren't going to be doing any of that Muggle nonsense."
"I'm not!" she pleaded. The last thing she wanted to do was prove all those prejudices true. But this was already hurting and she didn't know whether the pain would stop once he got in.
Why had she been so lazy last night? She could have gone straight to the library and prepared for this but instead she took a nap; how many of her heroes took naps as soon as a challenge appeared?
No she thought resolutely, she had a choice to make. Back out now and forever hold her head in shame as a sexless Muggle-born or toughen up and take it like a real witch. She'd already gotten through her ordeal with Harry and it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was at the time. She could do this too, she was a witch and her mouth, her pussy and especially her ass were made to be fucked mercilessly.
"Do it Ron, fuck me as hard as you like. Destroy my slutty little ass!" she shouted bravely.
"That's more like it, I knew you were just joking around" Ron said warmly and the praise brought a short lived smile to Hermione's lips. Then she felt him stab decisively past her anal ring and she released a scream loud enough to make banshees jealous.
The pain was a thousand times worse than before and her head dropped to the ground without interrupting the piercing discharge of her lungs. The sting of the abrasive stone cutting against her face as it was jostled by Ron's thrusts was completely overshadowed by what could she could only imagine was a white hot poker being shoved up her backside.
"Oh fuck I'd knew you'd be good, I'm going to have to fuck this ass everyday" he shouted over her screams while his dick ruthlessly sodomized her. Ron had plenty of experience fucking witches so even though she had lost her footing he was easily holding her in place and continued to ream her ass without interruption. "Shit I think you might be even tighter than Ginny was" he said remembering fondly of how he had bounced his little sister on his lap after winning the coin toss to break in her third hole.
But Hermione didn't hear any of Ron's fond commentary because her whole world was nothing but sharp splitting pain. At any moment she expected her body to tear apart and her lungs burned from the wailing she was making to herald that event. She only vaguely registered the shoes of the passing students who went around or simply stepped over her, apparently unaffected by her cries and only seeing another witch face down and clearly enjoying a good fucking.
"You know" Ron started, "I'm really glad I didn't place any bets. Seamus is going to be rich and it's a good thing he won't be taking my Galleons too. I can't believe he was the only one who guessed you'd be a screamer." Adjusting his grip he gave her butt a hard spank and Hermione was almost glad for the distraction before her attention returned to the real pain.
"I didn't realize you'd be so enthusiastic about anal" Ron said when she had apparently shouted herself hoarse and was now just whimpering each time his dick stabbed at her bowels. "I guess it's been frustrating for you, all this time being some lame know it all instead of a happy dick warmer." Hermione could vaguely understand what he was saying and sniffled tearfully in response. "Well you're a whore now Hermione, no more of that useless brainy stuff, just serving dicks all day like a witch should" he said cheerfully.
And wasn't that exactly what she wanted? In only two days she'd gone from being sexless to being groped and savagely fucked in the halls like any other witch. But as Ron's dick kept plowing into her ass with steady painful strokes she was forced to ask herself how much of it was even her own doing?
Luck and circumstance seemed to have done most if not all of the work. Her stupid ignorance and lack of preparation for sex certainly hadn't helped her. How was she supposed to serve as a future role model when she was still bumbling through sex like an idiot? "I'm just a stupid Muggle. Stupid, stupid Muggle-born" she sobbed to herself.
Thinking she was agreeing with him Ron chipped in, "Yeah you're just a dumb bitch, good for nothing but taking cocks. It's great isn't it?" Feeling good he drew back for a second so he could adjust the way he was fucking her and get his whole dick into her.
Having thought she'd already taken him all Hermione was shocked to discover that she still had some screams left to give. Pushed prone against the floor the unforgiving stonework scrapped and stabbed at her face and breasts as Ron put his full weight on top of her and fucked her down to the base with all eight inches of his cock. Eyes crying with pain she had no choice but to take it while Ron leaned next to her head saying "You're my dumb Muggle slut."
Knowing that it was true she could only keep agreeing in alternating screams and whimpers. This is what she had wanted most of all, to be his slut, and while it hurt worse than anything she also somehow couldn't be happier in her pained stupor. She wasn't sure how long she lied being tossed about on waves of agony but eventually she felt him pulling out. She was so dazed from it all that at first she didn't even realize that the wetness striking the back of her head was a huge load of cum settling into her hair.
"Man that was a great way to start the day" Ron observed as he casually zipped up. Seeing that they were alone he realized just how much time had passed and quickened in straightening his clothes and without a further word left her shivering on the floor as he took off to his own destination.
A cool breeze tickled her gaping asshole and she weakly reached back to push away the odd feeling at the base of her skull. She only realized too late what she was doing as she smeared Ron's cum in more deeply and got her hand sticky too. Waiting a few minutes longer didn't seem to do anything for the throbbing so she tried to sit up against the wall. That turned out to be a mistake too as fresh pain shoot up from her butt.
Curling over onto her side she tried to take stock. She could see most of the clothes that had been kicked and walked over by the other students in their dirty shoes. She wasn't clean either; most of her body was now caked in grime from being laid out and fucked on the floor of an old castle. Her hair was probably a disaster, frizzled and sticky with Ron's jizz too. And of course her ass hurt so much she didn't think she could physically sit down.
Hermione knew this was a warning that she needed to stop pretending and learn how to have sex right away. But thoughts of books were still partially overshadowed by thoughts of Ron. She wasn't just a random fuck to him - she'd watched him shove his dick into plenty of girls but he'd never bothered to openly demean them the way he had with her. They were all interchangeable but she was his special whore. As soon as she could do her part properly she hoped he'd come back and they could do this every morning.
It was on that thought that a looming shadow appeared over her and Hermione wondered with both dread and anticipation what she was in for next.
Next Time: Hermione finally visits the library but she isn't the only one prowling the shelves.
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