The Room of Requirement had been used for almost every 
conceivable purpose over the centuries. But it was 
probably used for lovers' trysts more than for anything 
else. The professors tolerated it; it took a certain 
level of skill and maturity even to get into the Room, 
and the feeling was that if students had advanced that 
far, they would find a place to get together, 
regardless of what the staff did. 

Indeed, many of the professors themselves had had their 
first experiences with the opposite sex in this same 
room, and so there was no thought of suppressing it. 
The only rule was that the students should not be seen 
to enter it. Provided this unofficial guideline was 
observed, students could do as they pleased. Of course, 
they took their chances leaving the Room late at night. 
If caught out of the dormitory late after hours, they'd 
face the usual detentions and loss of house points.

With practiced skill, Hermione and Marietta found their 
way into the room in a matter of a few seconds. The 
last time they'd been there, the Room had arranged 
itself in the form of a cozy study. This time, it was 
of course a bedroom. The bed was a typical Hogwart's 
four-poster, with satin sheets, a surfeit of pillows, 
and curtains all around (quite unnecessary of course; 
there was no one in the room but the two of them). A 
fireplace burned cheerfully and in front of it was a 
large leather couch and a coffee table. Against the 
wall was a small kitchenette. Hermione set the 
champagne down on the coffee table, and with a wave of 
her wand, conjured up a pair of wineglasses. Another 
wave, and the bottle became chilled. 

She passed the bottle to her friend. "You do the 
honours, Marietta." Her friend obliged her, and under 
her strong hands the cork shot out with a satisfyingly 
loud bang. They giggled as the wine started 
overflowing, reminding them both of their experiences 
with the opposite sex, and they caught as much as they 
could in their glasses. It was a 1.5 litre bottle, so 
there was plenty to spare.

"To us," said Marietta, raising her glass. Hermione too 
raised her glass, blushing as she did so. She downed 
her glass quickly. "Pour me another," said Hermione, 
and Marietta obliged. The two of them relaxed on the 
couch, at opposite ends, Marietta's feet reaching past 
Hermione's waist. They chatted for a while, talking 
about school, their fellow students, what they'd do 
when they'd finished at Hogwarts. 

Hermione slowly finished her second glass of champagne. 
Hermione was not a big girl - about 5'5" tall, and not 
more than 115 pounds. The champagne was already having 
an influence on her, and her speech had become slightly 
slurred.

"So tell me more about Viktor," said Marietta. Hermione 
asked, "What would you like to know?"

"From what you said under the Veritaserum, you had a 
wonderful time with him your first night together. But 
it couldn't have ended there."

"No, it sure didn't!" replied Hermione. "We were lovers 
after that, meeting as often as we could. I didn't know 
about the Room of Requirement then, so it could be 
pretty tough finding a place to meet. In fact, we often 
did it outdoors."

"Must have been awfully cold!" observed Marietta. "Not 
too bad," replied Hermione. "We used some charms to 
keep us warm, plus of course we were pretty active 
outside, and that helped us keep out the cold." 
Marietta laughed. "Yes, I'll bet. Once you became an 
item, was it as good as the first time?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no, but it was always very, 
very good. Viktor is a wonderful lover. So strong and 
so gentle at the same time." Marietta had deliberately 
got Hermione onto this topic. She hoped that memories 
of her time with Viktor would help get Hermione in the 
right mood. 

While Hermione was talking about how she'd managed to 
see Viktor a few times during the summer, Marietta got 
up to inspect the cupboards of the kitchenette. "Aha!" 
she exclaimed. As she'd hoped, there were various 
snacks there - it had been some hours since dinner, and 
she was getting rather hungry. She returned to the 
couch with various nuts and potato chips - all salty 
foods of course, so that after Hermione begun munching 
away, she was soon thirsty and in no time was starting 
her fourth glass of champagne. 

Hermione was continuing to rattle on, unaware that 
Marietta wasn't listening very closely. She had 
wandered over to the bed, to inspect the small cabinet 
to one side. She opened the door, and was pleasantly 
surprised to find a small but interesting collection of 
sex toys, pornography, lubricants and massage oil. She 
returned to the couch with the massage oil and sat 
down, and put Hermione's feet in her lap. Marietta 
poured some of the oil into her hands, warming it, and 
then began to massage Hermione's feet.

"Ohhh that's really very good Marietta..." enthused 
Hermione. Marietta prided herself on her foot massages. 
She and Luna spent a lot of time pampering each other 
with foot rubs. She pressed both of her thumbs hard 
into one of Hermione's heels, and then making a fist, 
began to grind her hand into the sole. She went back 
and forth from each foot, tugging at the toes, and 
kneading the Achilles' tendon. Hermione was flat on her 
back, eyes closed, making little moaning noises from 
time to time.

"I've never had a real massage before," murmured 
Hermione. She couldn't believe how strong Marietta's 
hands were. Viktor had never done this to her, and she 
had not known how pleasurable a good foot massage can 
be.

"I think you're feet are just about done," said 
Marietta. "Time for your back." Hermione started to 
turn over. "No, Hermione, there's not enough room here. 
Let's move to the bed." Without thinking twice, 
Hermione complied. She was feeling very relaxed from 
the combined effect of the wine, the massage, the heat 
of the fire, the husky sound of Marietta's deep alto 
voice. 

Once on the bed, Hermione lay down, her head placed 
over her folded hands. Marietta knelt beside her, and 
then after coating her hands in a generous helping of 
massage oil, placed them under Hermione's pyjamas, and 
started to rub her back. She worked her way expertly up 
the spine, stopping to squeeze the neck, then slipped 
her fingers onto Hermione's scalp.

"Marietta, that's soooo goood..." Hermione was loving 
the massage. She gasped as Marietta gently tugged at 
her ears, then rubbed her temples. Hermione felt like 
she was melting under her friend's hands. Marietta 
began to work on Hermione's shoulder blades, and then 
moved to her shoulders.

"Your top is too tight for me to reach in," said 
Marietta. "Let's get those arms out of the sleeves." 
Hermione lay limp as Marietta raised one arm, and 
pulled the sleeve away, and then the other. Hermione 
was now topless, but her breasts were unexposed, and 
she continued to lie relaxed under her friend's expert 
touch. Marietta resumed the shoulder massage, and then 
began to work her way down again, now concentrating on 
Hermione's lower back. 

To her surprise, Hermione could feel her feet tingling 
and getting warm as the base of her spine yielded to 
the pressure of Marietta's skilled hands. She let out 
another gasp when suddenly Marietta let one hand run up 
Hermione's back, the gentlest of touches, and then back 
down again, only to resume the same heavy pressure on 
the lower back. Adding more oil, Marietta began to use 
both forearms, pressing down with her body weight and 
moving her arms in opposite directions, stretching 
Hermione beneath her. 

Marietta took hold of the waistband of Hermione's 
pyjama bottoms. "Lift your hips an inch," she said, and 
when her friend obliged, she gently lowered the 
bottoms, so that Hermione's buttocks were exposed. A 
few splashes of oil later, and Hermione's beautiful ass 
was getting the same treatment her back had moments 
earlier. Hermione had never had a bum massage before, 
and was surprised at how sore her muscles felt, and yet 
how pleasurable the sensation was. She lay motionless 
as the powerful pair of hands worked lower and lower, 
and soon all of both cheeks were being given the same 
beautiful treatment. The massage just went on and on. 
She hoped it would never stop. 

"I'm going to do your neck again now, Hermione, but 
with you lying on your back - you'll really like this, 
so let me help you turn over." She gently put her hand 
under Hermione's shoulder and the gentle pressure she 
exerted was all that was needed to encourage Hermione 
turn over onto her back. Marietta placed a hand under 
Hermione's neck, gently squeezing the muscles. Hermione 
luxuriated in this latest sensation, and was oblivious 
to the fact that her breasts were now fully visible to 
her friend.

Marietta was not disappointed at what she saw. 
Hermione's breasts were as she'd expected, a full 36C, 
and her nipples were a beautiful deep brown, even 
darker than Luna's, and were much larger in diameter, 
and very puffy as well. Marietta hadn't known that 
nipples could be that way. She found their appearance 
very appealing, but she managed to stay away from them 
at first, and continued the gentle massage. She now 
started working on Hermione's face, kneading the 
temples and jaw, and then running her fingers along the 
scalp.

Marietta continued to work on Hermione's face and neck 
with one hand, and let her other slide lower, tracing a 
line down between her friend's breasts to her belly 
button, and then slowly back up again, her hand barely 
making contact with Hermione's skin. The light touch 
contrasted wonderfully with the firm massage of her 
neck, and Hermione felt a new sensation building within 
her. 

Marietta could sense this too, observing Hermione's 
nipples stiffen despite the warmth of the room. The 
time seemed right to escalate things a bit. A hiss 
escaped Hermione as she felt a fingernail barely make 
contact with one of her nipples. It could have been an 
accident. 

It was a few minutes before she felt the same thing 
happen again, this time to her other nipple, and when 
she felt the touch of Marietta's hand, she arched her 
back, raising her breasts to try to maintain the 
contact longer. At some point during all this beautiful 
massaging and touching, Hermione's pyjamas bottoms were 
removed, but Hermione was only barely conscious of this 
occurrence.

Marietta took another generous helping of massage oil 
in her hands, and began to work on Hermione's upper 
body, rubbing the oil in, reveling in the sight. She 
loved seeing Luna coated in oil, and it was no 
different with Hermione. She avoided massaging 
Hermione's nipples for now, and allowed herself to only 
briefly touch her friend's breasts. She took her time, 
and now started to work on Hermione's hands, pressing 
her thumbs firmly into each palm, gently tugging on the 
fingers, and then running her fingertips gently along 
Hermione's inner arms, down to the armpits, and then 
back up.

Hermione lay completely passive, content to enjoy the 
wonderful sensations that were washing over her. She 
was letting Marietta dominate her completely, and when 
she felt gentle pressure on the insides of her thighs, 
she slowly drew her legs apart up, so that her feet 
were now on either side of her hips. 

Marietta knelt in between Hermione's legs, and resumed 
the gentle feather-like touching of Hermione's inner 
arms. Hermione could feel the softness of the 
Marietta's beautiful red hair, which had tumbled over 
her torso as Marietta bent lower to reach as high as 
she could on Hermione's arms stretched out beyond her 
head. Marietta reversed direction, letting her fingers 
gently touch Hermione's neck, and then track between 
her breasts, stopping only just above Hermione's pubic 
hair, and then again she started to go back up. This 
time as Marietta moved up Hermione's body, she stopped 
at the neck, and gently began to nibble on an ear. 
Hermione pulled her head back, exposing her throat, and 
was rewarded when she felt Marietta's hot mouth begin 
to tongue and kiss her neck, 

her forehead

her ears, 

her lips! Oh yes her lips... 

The kiss was far more sensual, far more sexual than 
anything else they'd done that evening. Up until this 
point, Hermione could pretend that what they'd done so 
far was merely massage, or at most, some harmless fun. 
But the kiss was unequivocally an act of lovemaking, 
and for Hermione it represented to her that she'd 
crossed a line of some kind. 

She had been very apprehensive about making love with 
another girl, and doubted that Marietta could bring her 
anything like the pleasure that her Viktor had. But now 
Marietta's red, red lips were on hers, and of its own 
volition Hermione's mouth opened as she returned her 
friend's kiss. There was no turning back for Hermione - 
there never had been. She surrendered herself to the 
unbelievably beautiful woman who was making love to her 
with incredible skill.

Now Marietta was stretched out flat on top of her 
friend, resting on her elbow, her hands holding 
Hermione's face, Hermione's legs on either side of her. 
As they began to kiss passionately, Hermione found 
herself wrapping her legs around Marietta, as the two 
girls pushed themselves against each other, and as 
Hermione felt Marietta's vagina rub against her own, 
she felt her mouth penetrated by Marietta's tongue, and 
soon their tongues too were embracing each other. 

After kissing for a very long time, Marietta slowly 
drew her head back, and the two girls looked into each 
other's eyes. Then Marietta straightened herself, and 
sitting up straight, slowly pulled her pyjama tops over 
her body, and Hermione was treated for the second time 
to the sight of the young redhead's perfect body. 

"They look beautiful from underneath, too!" Hermione 
thought, staring up at her friend, but the breasts 
disappeared from view as Marietta bent down to resume 
their kiss - or so Hermione thought. But instead, 
Marietta went straight for Hermione's nipples, taking 
one in her hand and the other in her mouth. She began 
to lick, nibble and suckle, first one nipple and then 
the other, kneading, pulling, twirling Hermione until 
she was tossing her head from side to side.

"Marietta, that's sooo goood Marietta what you're 
doing..." The two kissed again as Marietta squeezed her 
breasts, causing the nipples to be stretched, and to 
become all the more sensitive to Marietta's tongue when 
it began to flick rapidly over each nipple in turn. 
Another gasp escaped Hermione. 

Marietta was positively reveling in Hermione's gorgeous 
puffy nipples - they were like dark berries in her 
mouth, ready to burst. She'd served a two-year 
apprenticeship with her girlfriend Luna, learning so 
much about how to please a woman, and now she was using 
all her skill on Hermione, who was overwhelmed with the 
sensations her friend created. She was beginning to 
understand why Luna liked to visit Marietta during the 
night hours in the dormitory. 

"I wish I were a Ravenclaw, or you a Gryffindor - we'd 
spend every night together," murmured Hermione. She 
felt Marietta's tongue leave her breasts, and began to 
work its way down her body, tonguing her belly button, 
and then detouring as it reached her pubic hair. 
Marietta began to gently kiss and lick Hermione's inner 
thighs, Hermione melting under her friend's touch. 
Marietta began to move back and forth from either side 
of her friend's cunt, careful to make no contact with 
Hermione's most sensitive regions, leaving Hermione to 
wait and wonder when it would start. 

She kept her waiting a long time, occasionally 
returning to her friend's breasts, then going lower 
again. Finally Hermione began to move her hips up 
towards the redhead, and when she started to push 
Marietta's head lower, Marietta knew it was time, and 
allowed her head to be maneuvered by Hermione until 
Marietta's tongue flicked over Hermione's small, erect 
bud-like clitoris, which was engorged with lust and 
already sticking out slightly from its protective 
folds.

"Ohhhh Marietta yes that's it that's what I want yes 
take me into you..." moaned Hermione as she felt 
herself disappearing into the deep warmth of Marietta's 
mouth. She could feel her body adding its own wetness 
to Marietta's saliva. Marietta's technique was so 
different from Viktor's, yet so good. Hermione fell 
into the rhythm of Marietta's tongue, quickly learning 
what to expect next. She didn't know what was better, 
the light flicking of her clit, or the sensation of 
being sucked inside. Suddenly Marietta changed her 
pattern, and penetrated Hermione with her tongue.

"Yessssssssss that's it you're in me yesss..." hissed 
Hermione. It wasn't like being fucked by Viktor - the 
sensation of the penetration was altogether different. 
She could feel her clit being directly stimulated as 
Marietta's tongue explored wherever it could reach past 
her vagina's entrance. Marietta moved her head back and 
forth slightly as she fucked Hermione with her tongue. 
This made her nose move from side to side on Hermione's 
clit, and the double sensation of being fucked and 
stimulated at the same time soon had Hermione moving 
her hips up and down, her head rocking from side to 
side.

"Marietta I love you Marietta you are sooo good to me 
don't stop please I'm going to cum soon this is heaven 
oh I love you please be with me forever!"

But Marietta did stop, not suddenly but instead by 
gradually slowing, letting her friend come down from 
the height she had reached, a height so near the very 
peak. Hermione's vaginal lips were engorged, and a 
bright red flush had spread over her breasts, neck and 
face, for she had been very close to orgasm. She 
wondered why her new lover had stopped short of taking 
her to the very finish. Without her even thinking, 
Hermione's hand replaced her friend's tongue and she 
started to masturbate herself, a habit she developed 
two years after Viktor had gone home with the rest of 
Durmstrang. 

She knew she'd be cumming in a minute - but suddenly 
her pumping hips met no resistance, only air, and the 
rising tide of pleasure stopped. Marietta had taken 
Hermione's hand, and she grabbed the other which came 
down to replace it. Marietta lay down again on her 
friend, the two girls were face to face, Hermione's 
hands held by Marietta. 

Hermione tried to escape Marietta's grasp, but it was 
no contest. When she'd made love with Viktor, he would 
laugh at how he could easily hold both of Hermione's 
hands in one of his, and she would be helpless to 
escape (which for some reason she found very 
stimulating). Marietta had only a small fraction of 
Viktor's strength, of course, but it was more than 
sufficient to overcome Hermione with plenty to spare.

Marietta waited while Hermione kept trying to free 
herself, kissing her friend's ear, nuzzling at her neck 
until Hermione gave up. Then Marietta let go, and sat 
up, satisfied that Hermione would not try to pleasure 
herself.

"Marietta, you are so cruel! You had me on the edge - I 
was dying for it. What are you doing?" 

"Don't worry, dearest. You'll be back at the edge and 
over it soon enough. But before I take you there, I 
thought it might be a good idea for you to have your 
turn with me." Although she was only 16 and had had few 
sexual partners, Marietta had an excellent intuitive 
understanding of the act of love making. 

This, combined with the knowledge she had gained of 
Hermione's sexuality from the truth serum session, had 
made her decide that before she allowed Hermione to 
cum, she had to first get Hermione to take an active 
role. She was concerned that if she let Hermione come 
first, her new lover would have trouble returning the 
favour. Hermione might emerge from her alcohol-aided 
lesbian lust, and perhaps be unable to perform the act 
of licking another woman's clitoris, without which 
Marietta doubted she would be able to orgasm. She 
wanted to keep Hermione in a state of sexual tension 
until then. 

Marietta got off Hermione, and lay down beside her, her 
hands in her lover's hair, her leg between Hermione's 
thighs. The pressure soon had Hermione going again, and 
Marietta knew she'd handled the situation well when 
Hermione kissed her passionately, careless of her own 
juices on Marietta's mouth. Now it was Marietta's turn 
to surrender her body, and she was overjoyed to feel 
Hermione's hands wander over her, almost shyly at 
first, and then with eagerness, as Hermione cupped each 
breast in turn. 

Hermione moved Marietta onto her back, and lay between 
her legs, her head chin on Marietta's chest. The two 
girls looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Hermione 
was fascinated by her friend's breasts, so different 
from her own. Hermione's breasts were full and firm, 
like twin mangos, with very puffed out nipples and 
large brown areolas that covered a lot more of her 
breast that was usual. 

Marietta's breasts were larger - if Hermione's were 
mangos, Marietta's melons, the nipples deep pink, 
almost red, the nipples smaller than Hermione's, but 
now getting hard and long as Hermione began to suck on 
each in turn. Marietta put a hand to the back of 
Hermione's head, admiring her friend's beauty as she 
suckled at Marietta's breasts. 

After a while, Hermione asked Marietta to move down the 
bed, and Marietta complied, wondering what Hermione had 
in mind. Hermione stepped of the bed and got back on, 
arranging herself so that she was above Marietta, 
facing her. Hermione then moved her head down to again 
start tonguing her friend's nipples, bringing her own 
breasts into range of Marietta's waiting mouth. 
Marietta enjoyed the sight of Hermione's breasts gently 
swaying, brushing across her face, and took one in each 
hand, and took a nipple into her mouth. 

Now each girl had the other's nipple, and as Hermione 
began to suck in and out, Marietta repeated the rhythm. 
When Hermione squeezed and pulled back on Marietta's 
breast, causing the nipple to pop out, the skin 
stretched, Marietta imitated this, too, and also the 
rapid tongue flicking, each girl loving the heightened 
sensation. Without any warning, Marietta suddenly felt 
Hermione finger at the entrance of her vagina, sliding 
downwards until it reached her swollen clit. 
Immediately Marietta pushed her hips up, squeezing 
herself against her friend's hand. Hermione kept the 
hand in place as Marietta humped her, moaning softly.

This was Hermione's cue to change position again, lying 
down between her friend's legs. Unlike Marietta, who 
had teased Hermione for the longest time before finally 
making contact, Hermione went straight for Marietta's 
clit, licking as rapidly as she could. Hermione was 
surprised at herself. Before the lovemaking had 
started, she had been sure the idea of licking another 
girl would be disgusting. She had been completely 
wrong. 

The taste, the texture, the scent - it was perfect. 
Hermione knew that she was doing something that was 
natural for her. Madame Pomfrey's little test had been 
correct - Hermione did like girls. She had doubted this 
before, but now Hermione knew it was the absolute 
truth, and a wave of joy came over her. There was now a 
whole new world of love making open to her, another 
dimension of sexuality to explore. This was going to be 
a very fun year at Hogwart's. 

Hermione felt something else, too. As she buried her 
face in Marietta's cunt and listened to her moans of 
pleasure, she was conscious of a novel feeling arising 
in her. The act she was performing on Marietta was an 
act of worship, as if her friend were a goddess, and 
Hermione a novice in a temple, paying homage to a 
divine being. 

Tall, beautiful Marietta, the most beautiful girl in 
the school, admired by every boy, yet here she was, 
Hermione, given the privilege of pleasuring this red-
haired deity. She sucked Marietta's vaginal lips into 
her mouth, moving her head back and forth. When she 
stopped, Marietta repeated thrust her cunt against 
Hermione's lips, clearly enjoying Hermione's efforts.

"That's so good 'minee. You are a natural! Keep going!"

Hermione was glad to. She resumed gently licking her 
friend's clit, and also inserted two fingers slowly and 
gently past Marietta's vaginal entrance. Marietta 
thrust back, easily taking what was offered. Hermione 
had a sudden thought, and tried inserting three 
fingers, which Marietta's vagina was easily able to 
accommodate. Hermione left her fingers inside Marietta 
as she continued to lick and suck on the little bundle 
of nerve endings at the top of the redhead's vaginal 
entrance. Marietta was quickly accustomed to Hermione's 
rhythm, and soon was pressing back, trying to force the 
fingers deeper into herself. 

Hermione curled her thumb under her four fingers, and 
experimented with gently introducing the tip of this 
combination into Marietta's cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" 
moaned Marietta, loving the feeling of her entrance 
being stretched. Hermione kept her hand vertically 
oriented, to match the shape of her friend's vagina, 
and inserted her fingers ever so slightly deeper. 

She had listened carefully to Marietta's account of 
fisting when she'd been under Veritas potion, and 
thanks to her perfect memory, she was repeating exactly 
what she'd been told. After a while, Marietta's vagina 
had accommodated itself to Hermione's hand, and it 
wasn't long before all of Hermione's knuckles slid past 
Marietta's entrance. She waited a minute, and then was 
rewarded by Marietta's deep sigh as her hand 
disappeared into the fiery red-head's cunt. She was 
wrist deep.

Now Hermione made a fist, Marietta writhing underneath 
her as she felt the invading fingers closing. Hermione 
then raised her thumb slightly, moving gently around, 
stroking the upper wall of her friend's vagina until 
she found a nub of flesh with a slightly different 
texture from what surrounded it - Marietta's G-Spot. 

"Oh god Hermione what are you DOING?" shrieked 
Marietta. This was new to her - Luna had never 
stimulated her G-Spot before. She had been puzzled by 
Hermione's reference to it when describing her first 
fuck with Viktor. But she sure understood it now, and 
it was wonderful! "Oh good god in heaven sweet jesus 
whatever ever you do oh god don't you dare stop!" 
Marietta was in ecstasy. Trust Hermione, a neophyte at 
lesbian love, to teach her a trick that she and Luna 
had not discovered despite two years of wildly varied 
experimentation. 

But Hermione did leave off her stimulation Marietta's 
G-Spot, and rotated her fist back to its original 
position, and then slowly pulled it back, stretching 
her friend's vaginal entrance to its limit. At this, 
she lowered her head, and took her friend's clit into 
her mouth, while rotating her fist back and forth. 

"Hermione Hermione ma ch�re Hermione," moaned Marietta, 
reverting to her first language as she began to lose 
herself in sexual oblivion. Now Hermione made her hand 
flat, angling it upwards and to the left slightly, and 
began to move it in and out of Marietta's cunt rapidly, 
while at the licking her friend's clit all the more 
rapidly. The effect on Marietta was electric.

"OHHHH Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime, ma ch�re ohhhhh 
Je t'aime!!!"

Now Marietta was completely out of control, her hips 
bucking up and down, forcing Hermione's hand deep into 
her cunt, her vaginal lips stretching to handle each 
thrust, and quickly shutting as Hermione's hand exited, 
and easily opening again as the hand shot back in, 
Hermione's fingers returning always to her friend's G-
Spot on each down stroke. Finally Marietta reached the 
highest plateau, and she began to convulse as her 
clitoris swelled under Hermione's rapidly lapping 
tongue.

"Ohhhh mon Dieux mon Dieux ohhhhhh god oh Hermione my 
love my love you are my girl Hermione ohh ohhh," moaned 
Marietta, as an unbelievably powerful orgasm tore 
through her frame, possessing her and overwhelming her 
with incredible force, which was heightened still 
further as Hermione ceased her licking, and instead 
sucked Marietta's clit into her mouth, letting it rub 
against her teeth, and then began to rapidly suck in 
and out, in and out as Marietta's orgasm went on and 
on, the juices from Marietta's cunt flowing into her 
friend's mouth. Finally Marietta began to come down 
from her high, and Hermione stopped the see-saw motion 
of her hand, leaving it up to the hilt inside her new 
lover's cunt.

But while Marietta thought she was done, Hermione 
thought otherwise, and she began to gently but firmly 
push repeatedly against her friend's G-spot, and 
suddenly Marietta found herself experiencing pleasure 
once again, unlike any she had ever known. Marietta was 
jerking under Hermione's hand, and she no more 
controlled her body than she did her leg when a doctor 
tapped her knee to test her reflexes. 

Marietta was in another place altogether, where there 
were no witches or Muggles or men or women there was 
only Marietta and Hermione and Hermione's hand and the 
ecstasy and fingers and now a new orgasm, a different 
kind of orgasm, and Marietta made deep animal sounds in 
time to the rhythm of Hermione's fingers pressing over 
and over again at her G-Spot, finally crying out at the 
power of the release Hermione had given her, the most 
special she had ever known.

Finally Marietta's motions slowed. Her bucking hips had 
raised her ass well off the bed, but now she slowly 
descended, Hermione's hand still wrist-deep in her, and 
gradually she settled onto the comforter, spent. With 
great tenderness Hermione ever so slowly withdrew her 
hand from Marietta, and gently stroked her friends legs 
and stomach as she watch her beautiful, full-breasted 
lover relax. Marietta understood for the first time 
what it was like truly to be fully sated by the act of 
love making. No man nor Luna had ever made her feel 
this way. She never thought she could feel this way 
about another girl.

"Hermione, I love you. I never thought I could say this 
to another woman, but I love you completely. Oh god how 
I love you. I know you love Ron and you'll be with him 
and I'm not jealous but oh how I love you."

Hermione lay down next to Marietta, the two exchanging 
a passionate kiss. When they finally broke off, 
Hermione admitted that she felt the same way. She felt 
no possessiveness over Marietta, but loved her deeply 
nonetheless. 

After a while, Marietta gently moved Hermione onto her 
back, and admired what she saw. Hermione had undergone 
a transformation over the last hour. In the infirmary 
earlier that day, she'd dreaded the idea of being with 
Marietta. Now everything was different. After watching 
the huge orgasms Marietta had experienced under her 
hands and mouth, she waited eagerly to receive the 
same. The tall, strong redhead was not just a sex 
partner to Hermione, either - a deep emotional 
attachment had developed, of a sort she had not thought 
possible. 

It was not like her love for Ron, but it was very 
similar to her love for Viktor. She felt overwhelmed as 
she gazed at Marietta's bountiful breasts, watching 
them sway as the tall redhead moved off the bed, 
opening the drawer of the dresser next to them. "Close 
your eyes, dear," said Marietta, and Hermione gladly 
complied. She was in servant mode again, Marietta the 
master to be obeyed without question. 

There were rustling noises she could not interpret, and 
when she was given permission to open her eyes, the 
room was in almost complete darkness. The curtains 
surrounding the bed had been closed. The only light 
from the room was one candle on the coffee table, and 
another on the dresser next to the bed. Marietta was 
sitting comfortably beside her, and even in the 
darkness the sensual swell of her large breasts was 
clearly visible. Hermione reached up, cupping a breast 
in her hand, her thumb stimulating the nipple into 
erectness.

"You're so beautiful, Marietta." Hermione took a breast 
into her mouth, and suckled pleasantly for a while, 
enjoying the feeling of making her friend's nipple 
harden in her mouth. " You're the most beautiful girl 
in school. I don't think I've ever seen a girl with 
your looks. I think you could have any man you want. I 
hope you never want Ron. If there is anyone who could 
take him from me, it's you," admitted Hermione, 
writhing slightly as Marietta's hand snaked down her 
body, cupping her vulva and stimulating her clitoris. 

"What about Lavender Brown?" asked Marietta. Hermione 
laughed. "That little tart. I'd take him back from her, 
but it will be more fun to watch him dump her of his 
own volition, once he's tired of her." She and Marietta 
laughed at this.

"The next time we take the Veritas together, if you ask 
me if I could take Ron from you, you'll learn that I 
don't think I could. I've seen how he looks at you, 
Hermione, and I know he adores you. He looks at me too, 
I admit, but his look is the same as all the other 
boys. He stares at my tits, and I can see the lust in 
his eyes. But that's all I see - lust. When he looks at 
you, he's altogether different." Hermione hoped this 
was true. But her love for Marietta was such that it 
was hard to believe that anyone could be with her 
without loving her. Her hand lost contact with 
Marietta's firm, round breast as the taller girl moved 
down the bed. Marietta's hand moved off of Hermione's 
cunt, leaving her to wonder what would come next.

She didn't wonder long, for in no time Marietta's long, 
moist tongue penetrated her for the second time that 
evening, and Hermione drew her legs up, her knees 
rising as her feet moved up level with her hips. With 
Marietta's strong hands on the cheeks of her ass, 
Hermione felt herself being pulled forwards, so that 
she was impaled on her lover's tongue, then pulled back 
and forth, Marietta easily lifting Hermione a little 
off the bed as she did so. 

A soft moan escaped Hermione's barely parted lips, her 
vagina aching, her clitoris swelling again. She had so 
badly wanted to orgasm earlier in the evening, and the 
feeling was back with a vengeance. The tongue in her 
cunt was replaced by Marietta's fingers, which began 
slowly to pump in and out of Hermione, Marietta's thumb 
stroking her clit on each downstroke, serving to 
increase her pleasure.

"I can do whatever I want to you, Hermione" stated 
Marietta. In the darkness, Hermione could hear that her 
friend was smiling. "Yessss, Marietta, I am yours I am 
yours please use me do whatever you want to me I'm 
begging you . ."

"Believe me, I'm going to do whatever I want, and 
there's nothing you can do about it," said Marietta, 
and for emphasis, she pulled her fingers from inside 
Hermione, and grasped both of the smaller girl's wrists 
with her hands, holding Hermione helpless as she teased 
Hermione's clit again, her friend writhing beneath her, 
mashing her cunt frantically against Marietta's face.

"Oh let me cum Marietta please please please let me cum 
I want it so badly," the young girl begged. But 
Marietta had no notion of letting Hermione off the hook 
so quickly. Hermione had given her an experience she 
would never forget, and she was determined to return 
the favour. She let go of her lover's wrists. "Put your 
hands behind your head, dear, and keep them there." 
This was a command, despite the soft tone of Marietta's 
voice. Hermione was under Marietta's control, and she 
obeyed, her hands slowly moving into the required 
position. 

With her hands now as immobilized as if they'd been 
petrified, and with her legs wide open, her vagina 
completely open to Marietta's wandering tongue, 
Hermione felt was at her lover's mercy, dominated by 
her. She was Marietta's responsibility; Marietta would 
take care of her, now and forever, and with these 
thoughts she gave herself up totally to Marietta's 
will. 

Marietta's slick pinkie had been warily circling 
Hermione's anus, and now it slowly slid inside, feeling 
huge as it penetrated Hermione's rectum. It felt every 
bit as good as when Viktor had done this to her, maybe 
even better. "I'm fucking your ass, now, Hermione. 
You're being ass fucked by a girl. You like it, don't 
you?" 

Hermione moaned her agreement, involuntarily humping 
the finger inside her. She was rewarded when the pinkie 
was replaced by Marietta's thicker, longer middle 
finger, and her moans deepened and her movements became 
more urgent as the digital ass fucking continued. Now 
Marietta inserted her index finger in Hermione's cunt, 
fucking both entrances at the same time. Hermione 
gasped at the sensation of being doubly fucked.

"You'd like to be fucked like this, wouldn't you? Maybe 
Luna could finger your ass while I fist-fucked you. How 
does that sound?" Although Hermione's moans were 
inarticulate and almost incomprehensible, Marietta got 
the idea Hermione rather liked the idea. She could also 
tell that Hermione loved hearing dirty talk during sex.

"Yes, Luna would drool at the thought of doing this to 
you. This weekend we'll sneak you into my bed, and Luna 
and I will take turns making love to you, and then 
you'll make love to Luna, and I'll tell you and her 
what you have to do to each other."

Hermione was so excited at the thought that her already 
moist cunt flooded with liquid, drenching Marietta's 
finger, the juice exiting and flowing downwards. It 
coated Marietta's busy middle finger, becoming a 
welcome lubricant and assisting the finger fucking her 
ass was receiving. To make love to another, under 
Marietta's orders! To be so free, and yet so 
controlled! She wondered how long she could keep from 
cumming. If Marietta touched her clit again, she'd cum 
instantly.

But Marietta didn't touch her clit. Instead, she let 
her hand slide from Hermione's orifices, and gently 
began to stroke the inside of her friend's thighs, 
moving her head down between Hermione's legs.

"Here we go," thought Hermione. Now she was ready for 
Marietta to lick her clit again, bringing her to 
orgasm. She was right about the licking, but wrong 
about where, and she was shocked when Marietta's sexy 
tongue began to flick at her anus.

"OH MY GOD Mariettaaaaaa what are you doing oh my god!" 
shrieked Hermione, this utterly new sensation thrilling 
her to the very core. She hissed as the tongue slowly 
began to pleasure her anus, speeding up as Marietta 
rapidly flickered in and out of her mouth, gently 
touching Hermione again and again and again. Soon the 
tongue stiffened, and Hermione gave a sudden intake of 
breath as it wormed its way up her ass! She felt ass 
being tongue-fucked, something that until this very 
instant she hadn't thought possible.

"Oh god Marietta who else would ever do this oh please 
yes oh fuck my ass with your tongue..." Hermione simply 
could not believe the sensations Marietta was giving 
her, and she began to gasp in time to the fucking she 
was getting.. In her narrow passageway, the redhead's 
slippery tongue felt huge. 

To Hermione it was bigger than any penis could ever be, 
and wetter, and more slippery, and better and it was 
just wonderful as she lay back, her head on her hands, 
Marietta's hands now tugging on her nipples to heighten 
her pleasure still further, the puffy nipples swelling 
even more as Hermione squirmed under her friend's mouth 
and tongue. But soon Marietta stopped, and in the 
darkness, Hermione could sense but not see Marietta 
moving up, kneeling between her legs. 

Now she felt Marietta nuzzling against her vagina, with 
what felt like the heel of her hand. But it was larger 
- perhaps Marietta's knee. Whatever it was, it remained 
against her, and Marietta lowered her body onto 
Hermione's, and she moaned as her earlobe was sucked in 
between Marietta's lips. She turned her head to face 
her friend, and their lips locked - Hermione could care 
less where her lover's lips had been - she wanted them 
on hers that instant, and now her mouth was being 
fucked by the same tongue that had been up her ass.

The pressure on her vulva increased, and suddenly 
Hermione felt a familiar, but in the circumstances, 
unexpected sensation - she was being penetrated! 
Marietta had lubricated Hermione so she just able to 
accommodate the phallus that stretched her cunt wide, 
the head moving slowly past the entrance, stopping a 
couple of inches in.

Hermione was now pinned to the bed. She asked Marietta 
if she could move her hands.

"Do you want to feel what's down there?" Marietta 
asked. "Yes, if you'll allow it," replied Hermione. She 
was given permission to explore briefly with one hand, 
and Hermione's right hand moved from behind her head 
onto her friend's back, and then downwards. Around 
Marietta's waist she felt the presence of a cloth strap 
of some kind, and when she moved her hand to her 
pelvis, she felt the hard penis to which the strap was 
attached. 

Marietta had donned a strap-on dildo. Hermione was just 
starting to explore the shaft, which was hard, yet 
yielding to the touch, when Marietta told her it was 
time to put her hands back behind her head. Hermione 
did so. She almost died of pleasure when she felt 
Marietta tying her wrists together with a cord. Their 
kissing resumed, and as Hermione lost herself in 
Marietta's loving embrace, she felt Marietta slowly 
push forward, inch by inch, when suddenly Marietta 
stopped.


"Hermione, you have a hymen! You're a virgin. But you 
said under Veritaserum that you'd fucked him!"

"Don't worry, dear, just keep on going. I'll explain 
later."

And so Marietta had the highly unusual pleasure of 
breaking a girl's maidenhead with a quick thrust, 
enjoying Hermione's involuntary gasp as she did so. 
Then Marietta slowly continued, stretching Hermione as 
far as she thought she could go, and yet still further, 
and penetrating her oh so deeply, until at last their 
hips were touching. 

Now Hermione's legs were wrapped around Marietta's 
waist. Her bound hands were also held tight by 
Marietta's, and the tall redhead was in her to the 
hilt. Marietta kept one hand holding down Hermione's 
wrists, and with the other, began to finger fuck 
Hermione's mouth. When she felt Hermione arch beneath 
her, Marietta slowly withdrew from Hermione's core, and 
then paused, with the crown of the cock paused, barely 
in Hermione's entrance. 

It slipped in again, this time Hermione's vaginal walls 
more easily stretching to accommodate the invasion. 
Again Marietta withdrew, this time a little more 
rapidly, pausing until she felt Hermione pushing up 
against her, and taking this as her cue, Marietta began 
to fuck the smaller girl in earnest. Her strap-on dildo 
was slick with Hermione's juices as it slid out over 
and over again, each time to be shot back in, with 
increasing force and ever-greater speed. In no time 
Hermione's compact body was shuddering with the force 
of the tumultuous fucking she was getting. 

"Oh please untie me," Hermione begged, and without 
missing a stroke, Marietta did so. Immediately Hermione 
wrapped her arms around the much taller and stronger 
girl. "Yes take me fuck me oh god I love you Marietta I 
can't believe a girl is FUCKING me yes FUCK ME keep on 
FUCKING ME!" Even though Marietta had most of her 
weight on her elbows, the diminutive Hermione was 
pressed solidly down on the bed, pinned in place, 
helpless as her vagina was penetrated again and again. 

Hermione had no idea of the size of the phallus inside 
her, but she knew without a doubt it was ever so much 
bigger than her Viktor, and she was so glad. Viktor was 
not small - she'd never forget the sensation of him 
bursting through her hymen's futile resistance - but 
the dildo Marietta was wearing was so much better. 
Marietta was taking her to a place she hadn't reached 
with her only male lover, and Hermione was 
shattered with this realization. 

Because Marietta didn't have to be concerned that her 
artificial cock might orgasm prematurely, she was able 
to fuck the young girl beneath her with faster, more 
rapid strokes then almost any man would have been able 
to do so. Finally Hermione's tortured body could take 
no more. 

She'd been brought to the brink much earlier, only to 
be deprived of the orgasm she so desperately craved. 
Then she'd undergone prolonged stimulation as she had 
the pleasure of rocking Marietta with orgasms. Now, 
finally, it was her turn, and when Marietta raised 
herself ever so slightly, easing the pressure, Hermione 
frantically began to hump the penis inside her.

Marietta was gasping as she fucked the small brunette 
beneath her. She and Luna had never done this. Marietta 
got the idea when she saw the dildo in the drawer 
earlier, but wasn't sure if it was quite the right 
thing to do. But she was more than positive now, and 
moaned again as the base of the dildo pressed again and 
again against her clitoris in time to her thrusts. It 
was the strangest sensation, having beneath her this 
writhing, squealing girl, impaled beneath eleven solid 
inches of hard dildo, coated with soft silicon. 
Hermione's small frame could only just manage the 
invading cock, and her breasts shook back and forth in 
time to the expert fucking her lover was giving her. 

Now Marietta grabbed Hermione's thrusting hips, and 
increased her pace, slamming into the girl with all the 
force she could muster, which was redoubled when 
Hermione snaked her arms past the redhead's, grabbing 
Marietta's ass, adding her own strength to Marietta's 
thrusts. 

"Uh Uh UH UH" grunted Hermione, pushing back, taking 
the hard cock over and over again, harder and harder as 
she felt the long-awaited orgasm building inside her. 
And then it came. Hermione felt her insides gush liquid 
over the invading phallus as the most powerful orgasm 
of her life took hold of her.

"MARIETTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" she screamed, "I'm 
CUMMING I'M CUMMING keep fucking me don't stop DON'T 
STOP oh FUCK me harder and harder and HARDER you're the 
best you're the best oh 
godddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!"

Marietta didn't stop, for as she felt Hermione cresting 
beneath her, she felt her own orgasm approaching, and 
it wrenched through her. 

"OH Hermione my own girl my beautiful girl I LOVE YOU 
I'm FUCKING you cum for me girl CUM!" commanded 
Marietta to the soft, diminutive angel beneath her. 
Never before had she cum while thrusting like this, and 
the novelty of it, the beauty of her partner, her love 
for Hermione, the joy of the act all combined to 
completely overcome her.

As her orgasm peaked, Marietta lowered her mouth to 
Hermione's, and the two girls locked their lips, their 
tongues intertwined, as they shared their mutual 
orgasm, overwhelmed by their passion and their love for 
each other. As they gradually came down from their 
shared peak, Marietta slowed her thrusts, her clitoris 
throbbing. Hermione's vagina still grabbed at the hard 
artificial cock, closing around it tightly as it slowed 
down. Finally Marietta ceased her movements, with the 
dildo still inside her friend. After a while, she very 
gently withdrew.

They had finished the Ritual. 



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