It was morning, and a beautiful morning it was. The sun shone out of a cloudless sky, filling the autumn day with an unseasonable warmth. It was Saturday, and Marietta woke to the sweet sound of the laughter of happy students, taking advantage of the beautiful weather. Marietta lay in bed, the feeling of the soft sheets luxurious. She hadn't slept in like this in a long time. She sat up in sudden panic - she'd slept past her morning meeting with Hermione! She slapped her hands to her face to feel the boils. She felt nothing but unblemished skin. The events of the previous evening came rushing back to Marietta. Her last memory was of the hostile face of Lavender Brown, the whip rising in an arc, then blackness. Marietta was baffled. She was not cured yet, she had failed to meet Hermione as usual- why was her face clear? "Good morning, Marietta," said Hermione. She'd been sitting across from Marietta's bed, reading and waiting for her to awaken. "Did you sleep well? You missed breakfast, and lunch is not that far off. You must be starving." "Yes I am but what happened? Why are you here?" "You fainted again at the end last night. I thought it best not to revive you. We put Harry's invisibility cloak on you and then levitated you. Cho and Luna brought you back here. After breakfast I put on Harry's cloak, and snuck in here while people were going in and out. I performed the cleansing charm so that'd you'd wake up unblemished. You deserve that at least, and so much more. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel so proud of you! You were so brave!" Marietta laughed and shook her head. "I don't think so - I cried like a baby!" "Yes, you did," replied Hermione, "but how many of us could say they would have handled it better? Everyone was impressed by the way you asked for potion the second time around. Had you not taken it, who would have known better?" "Well, I'm just glad it's over. But did you have to undress me like that?" laughed Marietta. "The blows had to fall on bare skin. You said so yourself. So I had to leave as much skin available as I could." "I just about died when my bra came off! And where did that mirror come from?" The two of them laughed hysterically. Hermione was relieved that Marietta did not seem to be angry with her. The punishment had worked, and would surely be adequate for the purposes of the Ritual. As the punishment had finally reached its end, Hermione had not only been feeling very sorry for Marietta, but also somewhat ashamed of herself. The punishment Marietta was forced to undergo now seemed a bit extreme to Hermione. "You're not cured yet, Marietta. We've got a very long way to go. If you have the energy, we could start the second stage of the Ritual today." Marietta was eager to move things along. She felt better than she had in months. She was well on the way to being her old self and was bursting with optimism. "What's the next step? I really want to get going right away." "It's a very simple charm - apparently the first charm in any ritual is always the same. It simply tests whether the preliminary steps have been performed properly and that it's safe to go on. This same charm is repeated after each of the more difficult stages is performed. Basically it tells you whether you should repeat a step. Otherwise, you could mess up a potion or some other stage, and get all the way to the end of the ritual, only to find you've failed, with no idea why. It's called the Persevero charm." Hermione explained how it worked. The same swishing motion had to be performed by the two of them at the same time, finishing with their wandtips touching as they pronounced the word, "Persevero". If it was safe to go to the next level, a burst of green light would come from the ends of their wands. But if the previous step had to be repeated, the light would be red. "That sounds simple enough," said Marietta. The spent the next while practicing, and then it was time for lunch. Marietta took her time getting ready, and Hermione donned Harry's cloak again, leaving before any Ravenclaws returned to their common room. At lunch Hermione chatted with Ron and Harry. The two boys had been embarrassed to look at her during breakfast earlier that day, and were hardly any better now. "Oh, stop looking sheepish, you two. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about - neither of you was almost stark naked in front of twenty-seven of their fellow students." At the mention of nudity, Ron's face turned red as there arose in his mind the indelible picture of Marietta's breasts, better than anything he'd seen in the porn magazines he'd found stashed at the back of the closet in Percy's room. Harry was blushing, too. Hermione didn't understand that the experience she'd undergone the night before was quite different from what her two friends had. To them, it had been a night of unbelievably raw sexuality. Yes, they'd been appalled at what Marietta had been subjected to, but on the other hand, they were teenage boys, and all morning Harry and Ron could say very little to each other besides "Those breasts were incredible - her ass was to die for - do you see the way she moved?" and so on. It was embarrassing for them to now have Hermione sitting next to them after having shared this experience with her. "How is Marietta doing now?" asked Harry. "I imagine she's fine," said Hermione, not letting on that she'd seen her already. "I expect she'll come down for lunch and we'll find out." Almost on cue, Marietta strode into the Great Hall. The normal buzz of conversation dropped, and then there was silence as everyone in the DA turned to stare at Marietta. This caused the other students to also turn to look. Marietta had the undivided attention of every student present. She gave the hall a dazzling smile, and took her place at the Ravenclaw table. Those who had not been involved in Marietta's punishment were puzzled by the strange reaction to Marietta's entrance. By unspoken agreement, the members of the DA had told no one of the night's events, nor would they ever. For the rest of their lives, whenever two members of the DA met after not having seen each other for years, it would be only a matter of time before their conversation would invariably turn to "that night". At the staff table, the professors exchanged puzzled looks. Professor McGonnigal knew that something was up. Having taught at Hogwarts for close to four decades, she was nobody's fool. She could tell that something odd had happened. She wondered what it could be. Snape, a powerful legelimens, decided to find out for himself, and in few minutes had a rather complete picture of the events of the previous night, taken from the minds of some of the girls and boys in the DA who were seated nearby. Realizing that a Hogwart's student had actually been flogged half-naked before a mixed group of students, he was as angry as he'd ever been in his life. He wanted to take points from all the houses involved and assign the harshest possible detentions. Why? Because he hadn't been there. Snape was utterly infatuated with the Marietta, but he knew just how ridiculous he'd look if he paid too much attention to her, and he also knew how unwelcome his attentions would be. That was one of the disadvantages of being a legelimens. Lesser wizards could always hope; Snape had none where Marietta was concerned. Snape knew she found him old and repulsive. He wondered idly whether a repeat of her punishment could be arranged, with him in attendance this time. For the rest of the lunch, he tested the mind of student after student, gathering as many memories of Marietta's punishment as he could. He was to spend a long time at his Pensieve after lunch, preserving those memories forever. After lunch, Marietta and Hermione excused themselves from their friends, and separately made their way to the same forest clearing they'd met in a few days before. On arriving they drew their wands. "Ready, Marietta?" With smiles on their faces, they performed the graceful swishing motion of the Persevero charm, the tips of their wands ending together at precisely the right place. To their horror, there was a flash of red light. Aghast, they tried the charm again, with the same result. And again. And again. Marietta seemed unperturbed. Her punishment had freed her from her feelings of guilt. In her mind, she had fully paid for her misdeed, and her conscience was clear. She was glad that her chastisement had taken place in public and that every single person she had betrayed had been given the opportunity to pay her back. Knowing that the score was now completely settled, she could look every member of the DA in the eye, and felt brave enough that she would persevere until she was cured. For Hermione, the situation was quite different. Since last night, she was aware of a shift in the moral advantage. Prior to Marietta's flogging, Hermione believe herself to be in a position of unchallengeable moral superiority. Now this was no longer the case. "Marietta," began Hermione in tears, "You have to believe me that the punishment you chose was perfect for this Ritual. I was sure that I had completely forgiven you. I have no ill will to you at all, and I want to be your friend forever. And yet something is wrong. Am I so evil that somewhere deep inside me I still have not forgiven you, despite all you've gone through?" Hermione wanted to say more, but was overcome with grief. "Hermione, I believe you. I know you have forgiven me, because I have no fear of you at all. We'll figure this out somehow. But I have to admit I have no idea what to do next." "The next step is obvious. I am going to have to take some Veritaserum, and you'll have to question me about my feelings. You'll have to dig pretty deep, to get at the truth of my emotions. Ask whatever you think might help you figure out what is going on inside me. We have to figure out whether I really have forgiven you (as I believe I have). If I have forgiven you, then we have to re-think our approach, but at least we will know for sure that the my emotional state is correct and that we can try to proceed somehow." "And if you haven't forgiven me?" asked Marietta, with some hesitation. "I will go with you to Madame Pomfrey, and I will tell her that I deliberately performed an illegal curse on you to cause you intense suffering. Knowing this, she will be able to use me as part of a healing charm that should cure you. I will gladly co-operate, but of course Madame Pomfrey will have to report this, and I'll just have to throw myself on the mercy of the Ministry. Oh god I hope they don't take my wand from me forever!" Hermione was terribly distraught, and it took some time before Marietta could console her. "Hermione, the Veritaserum you mentioned - do you have enough for two?" Hermione's sad face suddenly filled with pleasure. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" she asked, looking up at her much taller friend. "Yes - why don't we take turns, each of us". Hermione was overcome with emotion. Only the closest of friends (or lovers) drank Veritaserum together. It was a sign of the deepest intimacy. No secrets were possible between those willing to share the powerful truth serum. By tasting the transparent potion together the two of them would create a most powerful emotional bond, one that was virtually unbreakable. It was a sign of the deepest of friendships. The two girls hugged and cried together. Now neither was afraid of the future. After sharing the potion, they would gain some insight into what went wrong, and one way or the other they would sort it out. Marietta's quick mind had already figured out a way to make sure that if they did need Madam Pomfrey's help that there would be no risk to Hermione. * * * All the other students were in bed. Hermione and Marietta however were in the Room of Requirement, along with a small bottle of the truth potion. After chatting for a while, it was time to get down to business. "I'll take it first, Marietta. I'm going to take enough to last about an hour, but if at the end you want me to take more, just say so. And we're agreed that either can ask the other whatever they want, without any restrictions whatsoever?" "Yes, Hermione" replied her friend. They had agreed that in accordance with custom, that when it was Hermione's turn to ask questions, she would ask not only about Marietta's secrets, but also about what Hermione herself had said to Marietta when under the potion's influence. Thereafter Hermione would take the potion a second time, so that Marietta could question her once more to find out what Marietta had said under the potion's compulsion. In this way, each of them knew all the other's secrets, and also knew exactly what they'd told the other. Hermione opened the bottle, and poured herself a few drops of the colourless fluid. One quick swallow, and the Veritaserum began to flow through her body. She felt like she had when her tonsils had been removed the year before she went to Hogwarts. And then suddenly, nothing. Marietta watched Hermione with interest. Hermione was sitting against the wall. A fire was blazing away nearby, warming them both. Hermione appeared awake - her eyes were open, and she blinked from time to time. But her expression no longer had the keen intelligence typical of Hermione. Her face was slack and unfocused. "Hermione, can you hear me?" "Yes" Marietta started by asking some simple questions - Hermione's age, address, where her parents lived. To make sure the potion was working properly, she asked Hermione an embarrassing question, and without hesitation Hermione informed her that she'd worn a diaper when she was three. Confident that her friend was under the influence of the Veritaserum, Marietta continued. "Hermione, do you remember watching me being whipped last night?" "Yes" "And how did you feel about me at the start?" "I felt a little sorry for you, but mostly I felt anger. I wanted to see you punished." "And how did you feel when you swung the rope against my ass?" "I felt vindicated. I felt like justice was being done. I also felt like I was doing you a favour by whipping you." "What did you think when my bra was torn off my body?" "I thought, 'my what wonderful breasts you have', but only for an instant." This interested Marietta very much. "Why only for an instant?" she asked. "I was uncomfortable with the thought of admiring another girl's breasts. The idea was threatening to me, and I quickly suppressed it. In no time at all I had at a conscious level forgotten I'd ever had the thought." Veritaserum was a superb tool for Healers who specialized in treating depression, anxiety and other psychological disorders. Muggle doctors and psychologists would have killed to have it, if they'd known it existed. Veritaserum had the effect of utterly smashing the mind's defences against itself. So much of a person's psychological makeup consists of self- punishments, denial, repression - all barriers to a true understanding of one's own motives and fears. These barriers were temporarily crushed when confronted by Veritaserum. For the next little while, Hermione's mind would be deprived of its defences from itself, and Marietta would be free to probe. Marietta wanted to ask many more questions about Hermione's response to Marietta's public nudity, but she restrained herself. There was something far more important to focus on, and there would be plenty of time to ask questions on less weighty matters. "Did your feelings of anger, justice and vindication start to change at some point?" "Yes." "Tell me when, Hermione." Under Marietta's careful questioning, Hermione revealed that when Marietta had called for the second dose of the pain-inducing potion, Hermione had been deeply impressed with her bravery. She'd wondered whether Marietta had been placed in the wrong house, and perhaps belonged in Gryffindor. Hermione had wondered whether she would have been strong enough to do the same, had she been in Marietta's position. As the punishment had continued, Hermione had grown more and more appalled at Marietta's suffering. She'd wanted to call a halt to it almost immediately after giving Marietta the second dose. But Hermione had been afraid to do so. "Why were you afraid to stop my punishment, Hermione?" "By this point the only thing that mattered to me was seeing you cured. For you to be cured, the Ritual had to work. The Ritual would only work if I truly forgave you. I would only forgive you if you were severely punished. I am at some level aware that I am not as in touch with my feelings as I should be. I was afraid that if I stopped the punishment too soon, that there would remain in me some vestige of resentment against you that would prevent you being cured. And so I decided I would let the punishment run its course, come what may." "And by the end of the punishment, was there any part of your mind that had not forgiven me?" "Every part of me forgave you. There is not the slightest resentment inside me. I only wish you well." "Did you have any other feelings by the time my flogging had ended?" "I felt so sorry for you. I knew for a certainty that I had forgiven you. I felt like you had been far more sinned against than sinning." Trust Hermione to quote Shakespeare, even while under the influence of a powerful drug. Marietta focused immediately on the last statement. "You felt like you had sinned?" "Not in the religious sense. But I believed then and I do now that I had wronged you terribly." Hermione went on gradually to explain that witnessing Marietta's debasement before the entire DA, the horrible agony, the nakedness, Marietta's bravery - all this had forced her to realize that she had done a great wrong. The curse she'd placed on Marietta was outrageous. It was completely out of proportion to what Marietta's offence. Hermione could have warned the DA before they joined of the punishment that would await them if they broke faith. Hermione had deliberately failed to warn them because she didn't mind seeing the effects of the powerful and complicated curse she'd dreamed up. Marietta's error was that of a silly young woman. Hermione's conduct was far, far worse. "Before it was I who had to earn your forgiveness. Do you feel you need my forgiveness now?" asked Marietta. "Yes." "Don't you think there's been enough punishment, that the cycle should stop?" "At a conscious level, yes, but deeper down I believe I've been bad and I want to be punished. "Hermione, if when I am under the influence of Veritaserum I tell you I've forgiven you, will you accept that?" "At a conscious level, yes, but at a subconscious level, no." "Have you any thoughts on how I can convince you that I forgive you?" Hermione answered in the affirmative. She wanted to undergo the very same punishment that she had forced Marietta to endure. Marietta had been allowed to pick her own punishment, and Hermione should be allowed hers. Hermione further admitted that deep down, she wanted to be punished not so much for hurting Marietta, but more so for being a Bad Girl. She had Bad Thoughts about doing Bad Things with people. She hoped that the punishment would make the Bad Thoughts go away. She added that at an even deeper level, she resented that her Ego labeled some of her thoughts as "Bad". Her Id could care less about the labels the Ego attached to her desires, and blamed her Super Ego for doing a poor job of mediating between the warring factions of her mind - Super Ego was always siding with Ego, and so she never got to act out the so-called Bad Things, and instead was studying all the time, trying to prove she wasn't a Bad Girl by being perfect. But Marietta wasn't particularly interested in Hermione's rather primitive Freudian analysis of herself. "We are going to have to have a very long talk about this later, Hermione, because I will have to make you understand that there is not the slightest chance that I will allow you to experience a fraction of what was done to me." As this was not a question, Hermione remained mute. Barely twenty minutes had elapsed, and Marietta had accomplished her purpose. There was no doubt that Hermione had forgiven her. She now could explore topics that were rather more amusing. "You mentioned a while back that when you saw my breasts you thought they were wonderful." There was no response, as again this was not a question. "What do you like about my breasts, Hermione?" "They're really very lovely. I wish I had ones like yours. Then maybe Ron would finally notice me. Their size is really impressive, and they don't sag at all. Your nipples are almost the colour of your hair. And the way your breasts swayed really was attractive to me." Marietta was delighted. She never would have guessed this of Hermione, but it seemed that Hermione would never have guessed this of herself. "Are you in love with Ron" "Oh yes." "How much do you love him?" "I worship Ron. If I could only be his wife I wouldn't care about anything except having his children. If I had to choose between having Ron and being a witch, I would choose Ron without any hesitation. I would die for Ron. I would kill for him, too, or even more, I would be his slave, just to be with him." Marietta was careful not to ask Hermione why she loved Ron. She couldn't see what was so special about him. There was perhaps some deep psychological reason for Hermione's feelings towards him, and which Marietta did not want to force Hermione to describe. Marietta was well aware that within an hour, Hermione would be questioning her, learning not only Marietta's secrets, but also everything that Hermione had told her. She didn't want to damage what obviously was the love of Hermione's life, and she moved away from this topic. "Have you ever loved any other boy?" "Not like I love Ron." "Ah ha," thought Marietta. "How about Victor Krum?" "Not even him, although I did love him and still do." On impulse, Marietta asked, "Tell me what you and Victor did when you disappeared together for a while during the dance." Everyone had been jealous of Hermione, being with a famous Quiddich player like Krum. Marietta knew what she would have done if she'd got Krum alone, and she was curious as to what Hermione did. "Viktor had asked me to show him around the school - he said there was much of it he hadn't seen. As we walked through the corridors, we passed by the Charms classroom. I started telling him about my first Charms lesson with Professor Flitwick, and we went inside. There was no one else around. Victor started kissing me. I liked him a lot, not as much as I like Ron, but he is very handsome and I liked kissing him. The kiss went on and on. I could feel his tongue touching my lips. I hadn't known that people kissed like that. I'd never kissed a boy before. Really I've still have never kissed a boy - Victor was a man, even then. I was scared and very excited at the same time. I moved my tongue forward slightly until it touched the tip of Viktor's. Then our tongues started licking each other and our faces were mashed right up against each other. It was like we were each trying to swallow the other's tongues." Marietta hadn't realized that if a totally open question was asked of a person under the serum's influence, that the answer would run on and on until complete. Marietta couldn't interrupt if she'd wanted to. And she didn't want to. She was getting very excited by what she was hearing. "Viktor's hands were on the small of my back while we kissed. He has huge, strong hands. It felt like he could break me in half if he wanted to. I was very aroused by the feeling of how powerful he was. "His hands moved down and he took each of my hands in his. Now our we were standing lip-to-lip, with our hands held up, interlocked with each other, my body against his. He let go of one hand and gently touched my face. It was like an electric shock. His hand gently slid to my neck, and all by itself my head moved back to expose my neck to him. He bent down and began to nibble and lick my earlobe, my cheek, my neck. "He started kissing me again and I was kissing him back. I could feel myself getting very warm between my legs. I'd never felt that before. Viktor put one of his hands on my back, and gently moved it lower until it was on my ass, which he gently ran his fingers over. I was really shocked at this, and without thinking moved my hips forward, not that I didn't want him to keep touching me, it's just that I was surprised. "But when I moved myself forward, I got an even bigger surprise - a really big one. I felt Viktor's hardness pressing up against me. I had never been in a situation like this before. His penis seemed unbelievably huge. It was like a banana was pressing all the way from my pubic area past my belly button. And then I realized that down there I was very, very wet, and I wanted him inside me. "Flitwick always has plenty of cushions in his classroom, and we lay down on some, and started snogging again. He didn't have to push me against him now - I pushed myself. I loved the feeling of his hardness against my body. As we kissed, Viktor's hands moved my robes apart. Viktor had already learned to perform charms without having to use his voice, because I heard nothing as he used his wand again, and the buttons of my blouse were all undone, as was the clasp of my bra. "Then Viktor slowly opened my blouse. My bra still covered my breasts, and as we kissed, he gently slid it away, and now my breasts were exposed to him. I'd never been with anyone before. I was shy, but more excited than anything else." Marietta wondered about Hermione's breasts. She'd seen Hermione in Muggle clothing a few times, and while Hermione wasn't Marietta's size, she had nothing to worry about in that department. Marietta estimated that Hermione was a 34C. "Then he began to move his fingernails down the middle of my chest, and then back up again, all the while kissing me. He'd take his hand away from me, and touch my hair, or my ear, my neck, and then return, but this time a little closer to my breast. After a while of back and forth, his hand began to touch my left breast, his hand moving in circles. The circles grew smaller and smaller and I knew that eventually he'd put his hand on my nipple. I was dying for him to do this. But I got a wonderful surprise. "Just when I thought he'd reached the point where he'd take my nipple in his fingers, he stopped kissing me. And then before knew what was happening, his warm mouth was at my breast, gently licking my nipple. It got really long and he was so, so gentle. So strong and yet so gentle. I felt so safe with him. I just wanted him to be in charge, and he was. "I lay on my back while Viktor went back and forth between my nipples. Sometimes he would stop, and start kissing me again, and I loved him kissing me again, but I wanted him to suck my nipples some more. Whenever he sucked them, it caused a powerful sensation deep inside my vagina. I was more aroused than I thought possible. After twirling my nipples with his tongue again, he began kissing my neck, and as he did so, took both my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and started to knead them gently, tugging them and letting them slide through his fingers. "I thrust my chest out towards him, moaning his name over and over again. He positioned his body between my legs, manipulating my nipples and kissing me the whole while. I wasn't quite pinned by him, but I wanted to be. I pushed my hips up against him, wanting to feel his hard cock again. It felt huge, and he began rubbing himself against my vagina. I felt like I was going to explode with lust, and when he started to remove my panties, I raised myself up again to make it easier for him. "At a basic level, I really wanted Viktor to fuck me then and there. I was 14 years old and nubile. I was old enough to bear children, and Viktor was a strong, handsome man - he'd have given me a beautiful child. My body was screaming to take his huge penis inside me. But I knew that Viktor was not the one. I wanted to fuck him, but not to marry him. I had wanted Ron to be the first to fuck me. But Ron wasn't the one sucking my nipples just then. I was really mad at Ron for not inviting me to the dance. If he had, I'd have probably been with him, and it was Ron I really wanted, not Viktor. I knew what I was about to say would be disappointing to him, but I knew I could trust him. 'Viktor, I can't let you go in me. I don't want us to stop and I want us to do more. I'll let do almost anything to me or with me. But I won't let you fuck me. I'm not ready for that.' "Viktor kissed me again. 'Hermioninee, there is so much we can do without fucking.' Viktor's head began to travel down my body, making a stop of course at my nipples. He was about to travel further, but I stopped him. 'Yes oh yes more Viktor but first let me touch it - let me hold it.' "I sat up, and so did Victor. Sitting down together he seemed to tower over me even more than he did when standing. I quickly had him unbuttoned. I gently touched his manhood underneath his underwear, and Viktor moaned softly. The underwear was a nuisance, and I didn't want to make Viktor move so that I could take it off. So I used the vanishing charm, and - he was magnificent! 'Oh my God Viktor I had no idea they were so big,' I said. He only smiled at me. I picked up my wand again - it's eight inches, rosewood with a unicorn hair core - I gently stroked Viktor's shaft, and held my wand against the base of his penis. The wand was at most an inch longer than Viktor, and of course, his circumference was ever so much bigger. "I took hold of him in my right hand, or at least I tried to, but I couldn't. He was too big. In my imagination I'd always pictured penises as being kind of thin. I'd never imagined one could be as thick as my wrist. So I started to use both hands on him. He showed me how to take hold of him, and move the skin of his cock up and down. His huge body loomed over me as I did this, and I was so excited. As I touched him, his hand gently moved down my body. I think he wanted to touch me, too, but the way we were positioned, he couldn't quite reach me, and so I just kept pumping away on his rock-hard cock. Suddenly he shouted my name, and his cock simply erupted! A huge jet of sperm came flying out, and another, and another. I kept pumping him as fast as I could. 'Oh Herminoneeeneee keep going I love you don't stop oh I'm cumming oh please don't stop please...' "He just kept on cumming - finally the last few spurts fell back onto his cock and my hands, and I used them as a lubricant and started speeding up my movements. This seemed to make the orgasm last longer, and even after his cock finally stopped spurting, it leaked out cum in a steady stream for a while. Even after I thought it had stopped, there turned out to be more, for as I let him grow soft in my hands, the last of the cum leaked out. I didn't let go of him until he was completely soft. "His first spurt of cum had caught me by surprise and had splashed across my forehead and hair. I moved back a bit after that but still his sperm was absolutely flying everywhere, and I still got some more on my neck and my breasts. After Viktor had finally finished cumming, we lay beside each other, and we started laughing. I don't know why, but for some reason what we'd just done seemed incredibly funny to both of us. After a while, Viktor used his wand again, and he started to vanish the cum from me. "I thought we were done, and that we were going to talk for a while and then go back in. But I was very wrong. We did talk for a while, making little jokes about what we'd just done, and Viktor began to kiss me again and move his hands and mouth over my body. But I thought it was just a way of bringing things to an end. Then I moved my leg, and felt him - I couldn't believe he was back to full hardness. His entire length was up against me. 'Viktor, can I touch you again?' Now that I knew what to expect, I was very eager to bring him the same pleasure as before. 'Yes Hermione, but in a little while. Let me touch you a bit first.' And with that, he began to kiss me, and before long he was positioned over me and between my legs, nuzzling my breasts again, and then gradually moving lower. He put his powerful hands under my knees, but he didn't have to use much strength to move me - his wandering tongue was reducing me to jello, and there merest touch of his hands brought my knees high, my feet on the ground, my legs spread. I was open to him. I was inexperienced and I didn't know what he was going to do next, but I gladly surrendered myself to him, and was rewarded when his wet, warm mouth and tongue slid over my clitoris, and he began gently to suck. "I'd never read about sex, and I didn't know men licked women. I felt like I was fixed in place under this powerful man. I never wanted to move again. If only I could remain for an eternity beneath him. He moved his face down a bit, the tongue leaving my clit, and he began gently to probe my entrance with his tongue. 'Ohhhhhhhhh Viktor what are you doing to me ohhhhhhhhh don't stop please keep going...' His tongue entered me, gently moving inside me, rolling, exploring, withdrawing and then plunging in again. Then he wandered up again to my clit, alternating between slow licks and fast licks, short licks and long licks. He'd suck my clit into his mouth, then oh so slowly let it slide out, and then start licking again. My hips began to buck underneath him. "'Viktor you are my god oh Viktor my handsome god. . . keep licking me I love you oh how I love you Viktor I am yours I am yours forever keep going I beg you!' My entrance was drenched, and as Viktor continued to work on my clit, his right hand started to do its part, too. With extreme gentleness he touched the lips of my cunt, circling around the entrance, pretending he was about to go in, then not going in, then going a bit further, then pulling back. All the while another of his fingers was moving a little lower down, and it started circling my anus. I was shocked by the pleasure this gave me. "Viktor's finger at the entrance of my vagina was driving me crazy. I was struggling to impale myself on it, and he somehow kept it right at the edge, not enough to really go in me, but enough to make me think that if I kept trying, I could get his finger deep inside me. I kept pushing up and down. As I was doing this, another finger was continuing to circle my anus. Now he started to touch it ever so slightly and I moaned deeply. My clit was being licked and sucked, my cunt was struggling to get itself penetrated, and my asshole was yet another source of stimulation. While all this was going on, Viktor's left hand suddenly grasped one of my nipples and started to twirl it - I felt myself being pushed towards an edge, and I thrust myself at his hand again. I was rewarded by the feeling of a finger moving up my ass, not very far, but far enough that I really felt the penetration. 'Oh Viktor I never knew people did this oh this is heaven your hand Viktor your hand oh Viktor please...' "'Please fuck me' is what I wanted to say, and what my body was saying for me. But that's not how I finished the sentence. Instead, I said, ' . . . please don't fuck me Viktor I'm not ready for your beautiful cock I'm not please don't put it deep inside me please don't shoot your cum in me don't take my virginity Viktor please.' "Viktor didn't stop licking me during all this. But his left hand moved higher, over my mouth, covering it. Instead of struggling, I kissed and licked his hand. I kissed his hand like a dog does its master's, for Viktor was my master, and he had taken control. It was for him to decide what we were going to do, not me. I'd told him he wasn't going to fuck me. Then I begged him not to fuck me. But he'd covered my mouth. He was so strong, and I was so small and weak beneath him. The idea of resisting him was laughable. It wasn't my fault if he fucked me - I'd tried to stop him, but there was nothing I could do, and when I married Ron, he would just have to accept that Viktor had fucked me first. Viktor interpreted my feelings perfectly. He knew that when I started begging him not to fuck me, I meant the opposite. "He knelt before me, and I felt the head of his beautiful, beautiful penis gently nuzzle my entrance. He moved the head up and down against my clitoris, stimulating me again and again as I rocked beneath him. His hand was still over my mouth, and good thing to, otherwise I'd have been begging him to take me, to put his cock in deep, to fuck me, to give me his baby. At that moment I wanted his sperm deep inside me, making me the mother of his child. I gasped as he gently inserted the tip past my lips into the hot, slick passageway of my vagina. He remained there for a moment, moving himself ever so slightly back and forth. 'Hermione, you're going to help yourself and me now. You are going to clench yourself against me, like you were trying to push me out. Then, open yourself as wide as you can. And then squeeze again. Take your time squeezing and opening.' He took his hand off my mouth. The last words he'd heard from me was that he wouldn't be fucking me, but now I eagerly showed my compliance with his will by squeezing my vagina muscles as hard as I could around the tip of his cock. 'That's very good Hermione - yes that's just right now relax.' "I relaxed completely, my vagina opening, and as I did so, Viktor slid in, and now he had taken a full inch of my virginity. He remained at that depth for a moment, and then began to move slowly back and forth, but no more than an inch, and I then I squeezed again as hard as I could. 'Oh god Hermione you are so tight oh god so wet yes you're doing it just right' "After clenching tightly I opened myself again, and now Viktor slid more of his manhood into me, stopping when he reached my hymen. I could have said "No - stop". But I didn't. I was afraid he might obey me. I preferred to think that it was too late to stop him - it would be like trying to stop the tide. It was inevitable that he enter me, take my virginity, cum inside me, impregnate me. How I wanted him! His hand moved down, and began to very carefully touch my clit and my hips were moving in time to his hand's movements and I was bucking and my head moving from side to side as I said his name over and over and I squeezed and squeezed his massive organ as hard as I could like he told and heard him moan in response and then I relaxed my muscles again like he told me to made me to forced me to and he PUSHED and he PUSHED and I told him he couldn't fuck me but he was fucking me and there was a sudden pain and he was IN ME oh god he was FUCKING ME! I was being fucked and he was fucking me and FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEE 'Oh Viktor my Viktor sweet Viktor oh yes fuck me fuck me now keep pumping your cock in me you beautiful man my man yes my love oh you know what I want oh don't stop I love you oh how I love you!' "The first orgasm I ever had had been building for quite a while, but when it suddenly ripped through me I simply could not believe what was happening. I'd never touched myself down there or masturbated like I do now at nights, and it seemed to go on and on and on. "The wave of pleasure was so powerful I almost lost consciousness. It was a while before I was aware of what was going on - beautiful Viktor was still in me. I thought he'd been fucking me before, but he was just getting started - now he was really fucking me, sometimes going all the way in, sometimes only a little bit, then he'd fire off a dozen really quick strokes, then he'd slow down. Then he began to move his cock to the right of my cunt and began fucking me in upward strokes, pushing against the top of my passage and I began to get a feeling like before, only different, as I felt myself building to another orgasm, but somehow different from the first. "I was like an animal - I was possessed - all that mattered was his cock in my cunt but I needed it pointed just right I wrapped my arms around him and by gently pushing him indicated I wanted him on his back. Soon I was astride him, his cock in me to the very hilt. I put my hands on either side of his head and we kissed again, enjoying each other's tongues as I started to ride him like a pony, making his cock touch me there on my Spot yes the Spot that felt so good no one had ever told me about the Spot my Spot it was so, so good! "'Hermione, I'm going to cum yes Hermione!' I think he was trying to warn me, but if that's what his purpose was, it didn't work - it just excited me more. I wanted to take inside me every drop of his potent cum - he was my master, and it was his right to give me a child if that's what he wanted to do. "'Yes Viktor I've seen you cum now I want your cum in me that thick white cum you have so much of it oh give me some fill me up oh yes viktor Oh Yes Viktor OH YES VIKTOR OHH YESS VIKTOR I BELONG TO YOU VIKTOR,' I screamed as his thick tool hammered against what I now know is my G-Spot and I came and came and I came, and I felt Viktor release inside me, his wetness added to mine, entering me, filling me and his cock head swelled with each burst of cum like the cum I'd seen before with my own eyes the cum was now deep in me and more and more and I kept humping up and down on his magnificent instrument. "I came to rest with him still deep inside me, and I stayed there, impaled, not wanting to move. He gradually became softer and softer until finally all trace of his hardness was gone. But he was big enough that still he did not come out. By this point I was very, very sore - I hadn't noticed during the buildup to my second orgasm, but once I came down from it, I felt pain where he'd ripped apart my maidenhead, and the lips of my vagina were burning from the friction of him. But it was wonderful to keep him in me as he softened. "We kissed again as I sat on top of him, Viktor holding my breasts as he did so. And then the unbelievable happened - I felt his cock growing inside me once more (Marietta smiled to herself at this - Hermione was so naïve!). "I laughed out loud 'Oh Viktor can I never give you enough? I have to get off you though - you're so big I think you've ruined me!' We lay down together. I reached for my wand, and charmed away the blood coating him. "I didn't want to leave Viktor hard. I wanted to make him soft again, but I knew there was no way I could withstand another pounding from his massive organ. Viktor had licked me and I'd loved it, and now I wanted to do the same for him. Before Viktor realized what was happening, I'd bent my head over his cock, and started to lick the head like a lollipop. I was encouraged by the moaning sounds that came out of him, and I moved around so that now I was between his legs, with Viktor on his back, reclining comfortably with his hands behind his head as he watched me work on him. I tried to apply to his penis the same kinds of techniques he'd used on my clit. I trailed my tongue up his shaft, around the head, and back down again, varying my speed, changing the strokes of my tongue. He was eager and as stiff as could be; there was no sign that his cock had already erupted twice in the previous 20 minutes. And so I really went to work on him as best as I could, having never done this before. Next I closed my mouth on the bottom of his shaft, slobbering saliva as I moved up to the head. I managed to get just the head in my mouth, but he was just too huge for me to handle any more than that, so I made the best of it by using my hands on his shaft again while I twirled my tongue around him. "My technique was probably a bit inept - he warned me to avoid using my teeth so much - and to my disappointment, I felt him starting to soften a bit. So I started to gently stroke his balls, and Viktor was soon back at full hardness, his legs spread wide, his hips bucking up and down. He was fucking my hand, which I held steady, and at the top of each stroke the tip of his cock moved past my lips into my waiting mouth, where got a quick lap of my tongue before descending again. But I really wanted to take all of him in. I stopped fondling his balls and reached for my wand once more. I pointed it at my jaw, and said, 'Reticulus Maximus' (Marietta remembered this charm well. They'd had to learn the wizarding equivalent of taxidermy as part of the Care of Magical Creatures course, and the charm caused a deceased creature's stiff limbs to relax so that it could be manipulated into a different position.) Not the sexiest thing to do while giving what I later learned was called a blowjob, but it's the best I could think of. And it worked. I felt my jaw relax, and suddenly I was able to open it far wider. I don't think Viktor heard my whispered charm, and he was taken by surprise when my mouth descended a good five inches down his shaft. 'Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - Hermione what are you doing?' "I ignored his moans and worked busily on his cock. Some reptiles can unhinge their jaw; maybe I'd discovered the human equivalent. Now his prodigious girth was no problem for me as I happily bobbed my head up and down. I watched him as I did so, and now it was his turn to roll his head back and forth, to moan, beg and plead: 'Hermione don't stop whatever you do I can't believe you are doing this you are so young and sweet you're a virgin and now your sucking my cock oh god it's soooooo good don't stop.' "He needn't have worried. I wasn't going to stop, at least not until he did. I wondered if I could take the rest of him in. The only problem was the gag reflex - I'd almost choked when I tried to take more than four or five inches. But I thought maybe another charm would do. I let his penis slip from my mouth, and made up for it by jerking my hand up and down the shaft rapidly. With the other hand, I pointed my wand right down my throat, and muttered, 'Petrificus Partialis'. Unlike Petrificus Totalus, the Petrificus Partialis charm only immobilizes a distinct area. Healers use it when performing eye surgery and the like'" Marietta knew all about the charm of course, and needed no lecture. Even under Veritaserum Hermione could not refrain from displaying her knowledge. "I moved my head back over his cock, and tried taking him in again. This time, I took him right to the root in one plunge. My nose was nestled in his pubic hair for an instant, and then my head came back so that his cock almost was released from my mouth, and then I plunged back down again. Now Viktor was going crazy. I held my head still, and this forced him to fuck my mouth, which I think he loved even more. But I had another surprise in store for my sweet Viktor, giving back to him a technique he'd used on me. With Viktor's knees raised high, he was completely exposed to me, and as I started bobbing my head again, I also resumed playing gently with his testicles. Then I let my right hand wander lower, just below the basis of his penis. Viktor's ecstasy increased still further, and so I let my hand stay there a while longer, gently stroking him between his asshole and the base of his cock. While this was going on, I kept the middle finger of my left hand lubricated with my own saliva, ready for when I felt him cumming. He was not far off, based on what he was saying. 'Hermione I'm going to cum if you're not careful it will be in your mouth oh god Hermione let me cum in your mouth oh god HERMIONE OH AGHHHHHHHHHHH' "This last sound was almost a scream of pure pleasure as my middle finger opportunistically slid up his ass. It fit easily, and I kept it there to the hilt. He made subtle adjustments to the bucking of his hips, and then the explosion came. A torrent of cum erupted from him, and even though I'd seen it once and felt it in me another time, I was still taken by surprise as a geyser erupted in my mouth. His cock popped out, and the next spurt flew out, spattering me full in the face. I got my mouth back on him and started to milk him dry, descending on him again and again, timing my movements so that I was moving downward to meet the streams of cum shooting up to me. Again and again I shoved my mouth down his shaft, greeted each time by yet another thick load. I tried to swallow it all, but it was impossible, and large amounts of cum leaked down his shaft. I kept my hand at the based, trapping the leakage, and I managed to suck some of it back into my mouth on each downstroke. As before, I kept working on Victor as his shots gradually faded in intensity and volume. I continued while he emitted mere dribbles, and once he finally began to soften, I kept him in my mouth to catch the little rivulets that slipped out while he finally became flaccid. I lay with my head on his thigh, his soft but still substantial cock in my mouth. As I lay there, I could feel the sperm dribbling off my face. "I wanted to make him hard and keep going, but we heard the sounds of other students headed our way. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and reversed the charms I'd performed on myself for his pleasure, and then we came back into the Great Hall, pretending that we'd gone for a walk. I was having a bit of trouble walking - I was in real pain from having been penetrated for the first time!" Marietta had sat stiff as a statute during this account. She was very conscious of her own arousal. She had even wanted to masturbate as she listened to the story, but she was afraid that when it was Hermione's turn to ask questions, that she would find out. So with difficulty, Marietta had listened with increasing arousal to Hermione's story. Like the other Hogwarts girls who'd been around for the Triwizard tournament, she remembered the handsome Victor Krum, and wished she'd been lucky enough to be his date for the dance. Readers may send comments to the author by email to suprapubic_cystotomy@yahoo.ca