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 Malfoy had taken her no less than four times that first day, reveling in
his conquest of her.  So aroused was he by Granger that he found it
impossible to stay soft for long in the presence of her nude form, no
matter how many times he came.  Finally he had had to leave - he had a
detention with McGonagall which he dared not miss.  As he put on his pants,
his cock was already stiffening a fifth time, creating an obvious tent as
he tucked his shirt in.  Now dressed, he had one last charm to perform.

   Hermione lay on the ground beneath him, her hands behind her head,
luxuriating in the sensation of having been sexually fulfilled as never
before.  Her beautiful breasts were exposed, her puffy nipples still erect.
The redness of the sexual flush was only now beginning to fade, and in its
place Hermione was filled with a most pleasing lassitude.  Staring down at
her, Malfoy pointed his wand.

   "Lac Abundans," he said.

   Hermione heard the spell, but felt nothing.  "What was that, Draco?"

   "If it worked, you'll know soon enough.  We'll find out tomorrow morning
in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom - ninety minutes before breakfast.  Until
then, you're not to touch yourself sexually in any manner whatsoever, nor
to allow anyone else to do so."

   "Yes, Draco," replied Hermione.  Her affirmative reply was not meant to
show that she would obey, but merely that she had heard and understood, for
by this point it they both took it for granted that Hermione would do as
ordered.  Malfoy turned to go, and the sounds of his departing steps were
soon swallowed by the forest.  Hermione realized that she too should be
going, but was finding it difficult to get moving.  She was overwhelmed by
her reaction to Malfoy - never would she have imagined that she could
respond to him at all, let alone with the wanton abandon she had exhibited.
After the initial rapture in which she had experienced the most powerful
orgasm of her life, she had eagerly received him three more times.  Each
time when his hand or his cock had brushed against her thigh, she had
willingly spread her legs for more.  She was very glad she had taken the
precaution before their meeting of breaking her hymen - she would have
hated for Malfoy to think he had taken her virginity.  Of course it was
impossible for him to do so, she being no virgin, for her hymen was a
charm-induced reconstruction using a technique taught to her by Madam
Pomfrey in fourth year.  But still, it was the principle that counted.

   Finally she rose from the grounds, Malfoy's copious emissions flowing
from her as she stood.  With the aid of her wand, she quickly charmed
herself into a presentable state, her appearance was restored, but not her
sense of self - she had no charm for that, and even if she could change
recent events, she did not know whether she would.  Perhaps it was worth
being a slave if the only price of her subjugation was to labour on her
back, squealing with pleasure as she came again and again and again.

   At dinner that she was ravenous from all her outdoor activity earlier in
the day.  She stuffed herself with helping after helping, positively
gorging herself.  It was well that she was filling her mouth with food,
because she didn't feel like talking much.  The experience she had
undergone was profound - almost mystical.  And yet shameful at the same
time.  Had she been raped by Malfoy, she would have had the sympathy of
everyone at the table, and revenge would have been meted out on her behalf
repeatedly.  But if anyone there knew that she had been fucked repeatedly
by him, and that she had begged him over and over to take her - to fuck her
yes fuck her harder oh yes - the disgust would have been universal.  She
was reminded constantly of her couplings with Draco, for no matter what she
ate or drank, the taste of his cum seemed to be indelibly imprinted on her
taste buds, and she found herself glad of the reminder.  She knew that she
had been psychologically damaged by her sexual submission to Draco, and yet
she was already excited at the thought of seeing him the next morning.

   She surprised her fellow Gryffindors by turning in rather early that
night.  She was exhausted, and sore all over from the workout in the
forest. After a very warm shower, she retired gratefully to her bed.  Her
only regret was that she could not touch herself, for she was terribly
excited by the images that kept flashing into her head of her activities.
But Malfoy's instructions had been perfectly clear, and so she fell into a
deep and somewhat sexually frustrated sleep.  She woke unexpectedly around
midnight.  Her body was still sore in places, but it was the pain in her
breasts that had awoken her.  Malfoy had taken great delight in squeezing
them as he fucked her, and at the time, this had stimulated her greatly,
but now she was paying the price.  Her fatigue eventually won the contest
over her pain, and soon she was sleep.

   She awoke again, this time when her alarm hourglass gently chimed.  She
quickly and silently rose, and headed for the shower, ignoring the soreness
in her legs, caused by the fact that she had spread herself very wide
indeed for her new lover when she's straddled him from above.  And the pain
in her breasts was now acute - quite sharp indeed.  As she soaped herself,
careful to keep her hair out from under the spray, she noticed that her
breasts has swollen somewhat - perhaps Draco had been even harsher than she
realized.  She even had a slight bruise on one breast, clearly the effect
of Draco's passion when he had gripped her hard during the fourth and final
coupling, his orgasm every bit as fierce as her own.

   Hermione dressed, but not in her school robes.  Instead, she through on
a clean set of pyjamas and a robe that matched very well.  She quickly
charmed her hair out of its normal bushy state, and observed herself in the
mirror.  Yes, she looked quite nice.  It wouldn't do to present herself to
Malfoy without taking care over her appearance.

   As she slipped out of the common room without detection, she hear her
stomach growling - she was terribly hungry.  Breakfast wasn't for almost
two hours, and she knew she would suffer until then.  As she walked along
the corridor, she regretted that she had not troubled to put on a bra, and
her breasts jounced in time to her pace, feeling heavy and swollen, the
pain increasing now steadily.  By the time she made it to Moaning Mytrle's
bathroom, she was in real distress.  She sat on a window ledge, waiting for
Draco.  Hermione undid her robe and unbuttoned her pyjama top, allowing her
breasts some freedom.  Then she heard the door opening, and quickly covered
herself.

   "Good morning, Hermione," said Draco.

   "Good morning, Draco," she replied, standing as he approached.  He
beckoned her to resume her seat, and then sat down next to her, enquiring
about how she was feeling.  She treated the question as a normal
politeness, and gave the usual polite responses.

   "But are you feeling different in any way today?"

   Somewhat suspicious now, she replied that she had noticed a couple of
changes - extreme appetite, and her breasts were swollen and painful.  In
fact, the pain was becoming so great that she was having trouble bearing it
- she may have to see Madam Pomfrey.  There was no note of reproach in her
voice - Malfoy had the right to treat her body as he saw fit, and she said
as much.

   At Malfoy's bidding, she opened her robe, and allowed her pyjama top to
fall open, it causing her no embarrassment to display herself in this way.
Malfoy was very gratified at what he saw, for as Hermione had said, the
girl's breasts had swollen very significantly.

   "Yes, Madam Pomfrey could help - I'll bet she'd know the counter-charm
for this."

   It was only then that Hermione had realized that the charm Malfoy had
pronounced just before they had parted the previous day was responsible for
her condition.

   "I am yours, Draco, and if you pleases you to enlarge my breasts, that's
up to you.  But can you do anything for the pain?  Please - it really,
really hurts."

   "The increase in size wasn't actually what I was trying to achieve," he
replied.  "It's more like a side-effect.  But I can take away the pain
right now, if you'd like." Hermione found herself pleading with him to do
so.  He eased her against the wall, holding her.  Their lips brushed
together, and then they were kissing, their tongues again intertwining. 
Hermione was immediately enveloped by the same combination of feelings as
she had felt the day before - dismay at her bad behaviour, delight in being
dominated, anticipation of the sexual pleasure to follow.  But at the same
time, the pain in her breasts now redoubled.  She lowered a hand to Draco's
raging hard-on, and as she pulled him from the confines of his clothing and
gently stroked his shaft, she whispered, "Please Draco - please take the
pain away.  I'm begging you."

   By way of reply, Draco removed her hand from him, and lowered his head
to one of her breasts.  He took it in his hand, admiring it.  Hermione had
swollen at least a full cup size overnight, and her suffering must be
intense.  He gently kneaded the breast, and then placed a mouth close to
her nipple.

   Hermione watched all this, her breasts crying out for relief.  And she
could sense relief was close at hand, but she could not understand why
relief was to come not from Malfoy's wand but from his mouth.  But then
relief was granted as Malfoy closed his lips over a nipple, and gently
began to suck.  At first, nothing happened, other than the shock of sexual
pleasure that raced through Hermione.  He took more of her in, and she
watched as her puffy areola disappeared into her lover's eager mouth.

   And then it happened - she felt tremendous relief, a unique, exquisite
sensation as if the pain were being physically drained from her.  She put
her hands behind her lover's head, gently cradling Draco.

   "Oh yes Draco that's what I need oh yes please the other one too it
needs it just as bad. . .  "

   Draco obliged, and as he left one breast for the other, the realization
finally hit her, for she saw dribble of a white fluid coming from the
breast Malfoy had just abandoned - she was emitting milk, and he had been
suckling at her breast.  She gasped in shock, but it turned into a moan as
she felt further relief as her right nipple was now engulfed by Malfoy's
eager mouth, streams of Hermione's milk issuing out of her.  With a free
hand, Malfoy gently stroked her left breast, and Hermione was surprised to
see tiny streams of milk spray out.

   As Malfoy continued to feed at Hermione's breasts, a deep feeling of
relief filled her as she felt herself drained, and her breasts began to
feel less and less swollen.  As the pain deserted her, it was replaced by
an overwhelming tide of lust for him.  Malfoy's suckling of her nipples
somehow was directly stimulating to her clitoris, and in her eagerness she
moved deeper into the wide window ledge, spreading her legs invitingly
under Draco, and directing his aching cock to her entrance.  But Draco had
different ideas about the ideal position, and instead he stood, and easily
picked up Hermione.  He lay down on his back on the floor, and Hermione
knew what he wanted.  She lowered herself onto him, gasping as she felt
herself filled yet again by Malfoy's throbbing hardness.

   Draco moved her body forward so that her nipples were in range of his
eager mouth.  Again he suckled deeply as he fucked her, going back and
forth between her breasts, draining them.  Hermione's sounds of delight
rose in pitch and volume as the never-before-felt sensation of being milked
and fucked at the same time overwhelmed her.  Malfoy now lay flat on his
back, her riding of him becoming increasingly determined, then frantic as
she pushed her lithe young body towards the ferocious orgasm she sensed was
just around the corner.

   She screamed with the power of the release which gripped her, Malfoy's
hands on her swollen breasts and fresh streams of milk spraying copiously
from her.  Malfoy pounded into her as he to came with such force that his
balls were still aching at breakfast.

   * * *

   "You WHAT?" whispered Marietta incredulously.  She, Luna and Hermione
were having a walk outside the school after lunch.  At Hermione's request,
each of them had brought extra food from the table, as had Hermione, and
despite stuffing her face at the meal, Hermione was still hungry and
eagerly wolfing down the extras she and her friends had brought.

   "It's true," said Hermione between bites of sausage.  "Malfoy has
subjugated me.  He's taken me repeatedly in the last twenty-four hours, and
there's no reason to think it will stop any time soon." Luna and Marietta
demanded to know how this could possibly happen.  They listened in appalled
silence as Hermione explained exactly how Malfoy had achieved dominance
over her.

   "It just never occurred to me that the sex photo prank could backfire so
badly," admitted Hermione.  "My blunder was just so stupid.  I don't know
why I thought what I was doing was so clever.  That's my - " she paused for
the right phrase.

   "Achilles' heel?" offered Luna.

   "Tragic flaw?" suggested Marietta.

   "Yes," admitted the unfortunate Hermione.  "I am, as Snape said, 'an
insufferable little know-it-all', and, it's not entirely unfair that I
suffer for it.  But there benefits, too." Hermione went on to explain that
the sex was simply incredible.

   "But why are you eating like a pig?" asked Luna.  "It would make sense
if you were pregnant already, but that's hardly possible." Hermione blushed
with shame as she explained the bizarre charm Malfoy had used on her and
the use he had made of it that very morning.  "So I'm not just a
know-it-all - I'm a lactating one as well.  And the pleasure I get from his
suckling while he fucks me passes belief."

   "Hermione, you have no idea what danger you are in," said Luna. 
Hermione expressed doubt over how a charm intended to help mothers who are
having trouble producing milk could possible be dangerous.

   "That's not what I'm talking about.  If you breast feed a baby, you get
emotionally attached to it.  It's because it's the baby that induced the
lactation in you.  Now hear Malfoy has caused you to produce milk.  And if
you keep feeding him with it, you are going to bond with him.  It will be
worse than being his slave - you'll feel responsible for him, protective of
him - you'll never be able to free yourself."

   Hermione thought this over for a bit, eating some of the loaf of bread
she'd brought from the table.  Yes, what Luna said was true, and that was
bad indeed.  But on the other hand, it meant Malfoy would be fucking her
over and over and over . . .

   Then Marietta spoke up.

   "Hermione, do you happen to have your library cube in your book bag?"
Hermione pulled it out for her, asking why Marietta needed to research.

   "The polyjuice sex photos weren't your only mistake, Hermione.  You were
certainly wrong to assume that Malfoy's threat to report you to the
Ministry was a serious one."

   "But I didn't 'assume' anything!" said Hermione defensively.  "I looked
up the section.  Look - it's right here!" Hermione took the cube back, and
quickly pulled up the applicable statute.  Marietta was unimpressed.

   "Yes, and here you go again, thinking that because you've read it in a
book, you now know something.  What you don't know is that just because a
law appears to say something, that doesn't mean your interpretation is
correct.  What matters is the Wizengamot's interpretation of that law.  You
need to know how they've applied it.  Now that you've shown me the
provision, Hermione, I've read it too, and I don't think your interpreting
it right.  But let's see if there's ever been any prosecutions on this."

   With Hermione's help, Marietta quickly search the entire 327 volume set
of the proceedings of the Wizengamot.  They found fourteen prosecutions
using the law with which Malfoy had threatened Hermione.  Three were
identical - cases where someone had used Polyjuice potion to imitate
someone else, not for the purpose of deceiving their sex partner, but
rather for the purpose of creating fake photos to pass around.  In each
case, the Wizengamot had ruled that no offence had been committed - the
purpose of the statute was to prevent persons from deceiving the person
they were having sex with.  It was not against the law to deceive others
who weren't party to the sex act.

   Hermione was relieved that she was innocent of a crime, but disgusted
with herself for not confiding in her friends earlier.  As she had done
with the curse on Marietta in fifth year, she had compounded her error
through not seeking the advice of others, and acting on her own.  She
berated herself at some length.  Finally she addressed her friends.

   "I've been a fool.  But I need your help.  How do I put a stop to this?
He can still hurt me badly by circulating copies of the photos which his
revealing charm will show as being me."

   Luna turned in the general direction of the castle.  "Accio Malfoy sex
photos," she said, her wand effortlessly producing the perfect pattern for
the summoning charm.  It was only a few moments before the three girls were
greeted by a stream of naughty photographs, some in tatters from having
been wrenched roughly from their hiding places.  In short order the photos
were reduced to a pile of ashes, Luna giving further proof of her wandwork
with her skilled use of the incineration charm.

   Marietta laughed.  "Well, Luna has now broken Malfoy's hold over you. 
Is there anything else we can do for you?"

   Hermione, to their surprise, took the question seriously.  Sitting down
in front of large oak tree, she made a request.

   "Yes, there is, actually.  You see, my breasts really, really, hurt.  If
one of you could look up the counter-charm, I'd really appreciate it"

   Luna and Marietta exchanged looks, and then a nod.  Marietta then spoke
up.

   "For sure, Hermione.  We'd be happy to.  But before we do that, I wonder
whether. . .  "

   Hermione smiled in affirmation to the unspoken question, and began to
unbutton her blouse as her friends seated themselves on either side of her.

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