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.


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