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 So far the year had been rather bad for Malfoy.  He had been confined
several days under Madam Pomfrey's care.  At first he had had a few
visitors, but none was able to bear the odour permeating the infirmary for
more than a few minutes, and so he had spent most of the time alone with
his own thoughts.  When he finally was able to leave, he found the company
of his housemates no comfort - it was obvious each was struggling not to
laugh at him.  He would notice a sudden silence in the common room, and
looking up, would see a group of students suddenly look away, their hands
over their mouths.

   He spent some time wondering why he had had such a bad run of late.  But
as he pondered how to investigate further, a fresh humiliation appeared -
outrageous and cruel indeed.  Photographs were circulating all over the
school, showing a happy Malfoy cheerfully being sodomized by someone whose
head did not appear in the photo.  Being magical photos, some movement was
apparent, and the close observer could easily read Malfoy's lips as he gave
words of encouragement to his lover.

   Malfoy had not been betrayed - no one had taken advantage of him by
taking pictures during a sex act and then releasing them without his
permission.  No, this was something entirely different, for Malfoy had
never engaged in sex with a man.  Malfoy was basically straight, interested
very much in girls, and had never given much thought to sex with men.  In
any event, he knew perfectly well the photos were fake.  And the only way
the photos could have be faked was polyjuice potion.  He remembered that
some hair had been taken from his head when he had been in the Room of
Requirement with 'Voldemort', and whoever had taken that hair was
undoubtedly one of the persons who had helped make the pictures.

   Malfoy did not yet know that it was Hermione who had come up with the
idea of taking some pictures of 'Malfoy' having sex with a man.  It was she
who had suggested that she and Marietta take some hairs from Malfoy,
Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson when the four were at their mercy in the room
of requirement.  Marietta had not understood why, until that evening
Hermione explained what she had in mind.

   "I'm not doing this just out of mischief," explained Hermione.  "Malfoy
is truly evil, and Harry is sure he's up to something.  I hadn't believed
him, but I starting to think he's right.  Malfoy was really motivated - for
him to have followed us to the Room of Requirement while we were under
Harry's cloak would have taken either very keen hearing, or a good guess
about our destination - probably both.  And to then wait outside all night
suggests that he was far too interested in what you and I were up to.  If
we can release some pictures of Malfoy making love with a boy from his
house, this will really humiliate him - it might undermine him in the mind
of his fellow Slytherins, and make it harder for him to lead his housemates
to further Voldemort's aims.

   "Perhaps," said Marietta.  But she was doubtful.  Hermione was still
somewhat prudish about sex, and her Muggle upbringing showed all the more
clearly when Hermione insisted that the sex act to be performed on camera
would not show Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson, but instead with one of his
fellow male Slytherins.  Hermione did not yet understand that in the
wizarding world, same-sex activities were not at all frowned upon, and to
expose Malfoy in this way would be no worse than to take a picture of him
masturbating - deeply embarrassing, no doubt, but no one born into a
wizarding family would think the less of him for being gay, although
perhaps they might question his judgment in allowing him to be
photographed.

   There was no doubt in Hermione's mind about who was to play Malfoy's
role in the photo - for psychological reasons, it would have to be her, for
she was far more comfortable with the passive than the active role. 
Marietta was accustomed to taking the more aggressive role in her relations
with Hermione, but she wonder whether she could manage it under Polyjuice
potion.  Somehow what Hermione was proposing did not arouse her.

   "I think I'll have to be the camera person on this," said Marietta. 
"But I know just who should be fucking you for this - Luna.  You know how
aggressive she is, and how much she loves to experiment." The two had gone
to see her the same day Hermione came up with the idea, and Luna had
readily agreed.  That very evening, in the Room of Requirement, Luna found
that it was wonderful to take on the form of Gregory Goyle, delighting in
the six inches of maleness that jutted out from her.  She had taken the
greatest pleasure in fucking 'Malfoy', and in also showering cum all over
'his' face as Hermione had treated Luna to an expert blowjob.

   Hermione had been deeply satisfied by being sodomized.  She was saving
her anal virginity for Ron, of course, but she had satisfied herself that
in allowing Luna to take her in this fashion with them both under Polyjuice
was a different thing entirely, and of course she was quite right, for as
Malfoy, she had a prostate gland, and experienced incredible stimulation as
'Goyle's' hardness slid over the gland again and again.  Finally Luna had
mercifully relented, and had masturbated Hermione's borrowed cock to a
tumultuous orgasm as Luna shot jets of jism into her.  During all this
Marietta had taken numerous photos, and the two best were circulated
throughout Hogwarts.  The one showing Malfoy being sodomized has already
been described.  The other showed a rapturous Malfoy jerking off a hard
cock, and being treated to blasts of cum in his face which he eagerly
lapped up.

   It was this latter photo that Malfoy had in his hand at the moment.  He
was in a spare classroom, the door magically locked against intruders.  He
looked at the photo for the hundreth time, observing his mouth opening to
receive a large blast of cum.  He found himself hardening in response, and
he briefly fondled himself with pleasure as he watched several more spurts
land on his cheeks and lips, his tongue circling around his face to take as
much in as he could.  Then he collected himself, and got back to the task
at hand.  He pulled out his wand, and placed the photo on a desk.

   "Ostendo occultum!"

   * * *

   "I don't believe I'm familiar with that spell," said Hermione.  She had
walked with Marietta to the woods, past Hagrid's hut.  Marietta had wanted
some privacy to discuss something very private and very important, and
Hermione had been happy to oblige her.  Indeed, she hoped that the
discussion might be followed by a resumption of the very pleasurable
activities she had come to depend on so much.  She had not tasted
Marietta's sweet lips on hers for a couple of days, and was feeling rather
constricted.  The two girls were sitting under a tree, looking down at a
small pond.

   "Ostendo occultum" is not that old a charm," said Marietta.  "It was
invented a few years after the camera was introduced - the magical camera,
of course.  May I demonstrate it to you?" Hermione agreed, and watched as
Marietta pulled from her book bag the two Malfoy pictures.  Marietta
performed the charm, and Hermione watched in horror as the image in the
photo changed slowly from Malfoy's, to Hermione's.  Now it was her face
bathed in flying sperm.  Now it was her mouth opening and closing in
ecstasy as she was taken from behind.

   "Oh my god!" screamed Hermione.  "Do you think Malfoy knows this charm?"

   "There is no doubt whatever that he does," replied Hermione's companion.
"But before I explain why - Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione had her back up
against a tree, and so was in no danger of tipping over.  She was of course
incapable of movement, but there was nothing wrong with her vision, and she
watched in dismay as Marietta's form gradually changed into Malfoy's. 
Hermione was not the only student who knew how to make Polyjuice potion, it
seemed.  Malfoy removed Hermione's wand from her, and then performed the
binding curse.

   "I'm going to release the petrificus curse presently," said Malfoy.  "I
want you to be able to speak.  I won't be doing you any harm, and will be
releasing you shortly, so please don't scream." Hermione soon found herself
once again able to move - within the confines of the ropes that now
restrained her.  Hermione was not able to speak just yet, not because of
any lingering effects of the petrificus curse, but rather because of the
sense of shame that overwhelmed her.  She hated herself for the tears that
rolled down her cheeks - to look so weak, and in front of Malfoy!  But she
could not help it.  It was so terribly painful to know that if Malfoy
wanted, he could easily expose Hermione as being the person in the
pictures. She would die of shame if this were done.  Malfoy waited
patiently as Hermione gradually composed herself.  No taunts came from his
lips, which puzzled her exceedingly.  She expected that he would shout,
"Gotcha now, mudblood bitch!" and express other sentiments of that kind. 
But there was only Malfoy's calm face, which even contained a hint of
sympathy in its expression.  Granger would have preferred the more nasty
Malfoy.  Somehow this was a lot worse.

   "Please don't cry, Hermione.  I'm not going to release these photos to
everyone without giving you a chance to come to terms with me.  Perhaps I'm
not as cruel as you.  You and I are going to meet here again tomorrow at
this time, and have a discussion.  But I have a bit of homework for you to
do, first.  A bit of research."

   "What do you want to know?" she replied.  "Maybe I know already - just
ask me."

   "No, Hermione, I already know the answer.  But I'm sure you don't.  For
if you did know what the punishment was for transforming yourself with
polyjuice and then engaging in sex acts with a view to deceiving anyone,
then I don't think you would have risked it.  You'll research that, and
tomorrow you'll come here and tell me what you've found."

   "And then?" asked Hermione, for she knew that Malfoy was not merely
interested in improving her knowledge of wizarding law.

   "And then you'll tell me how you should make amends for your little
trick, and the others you've been playing on me lately.  I am right that
you'll be back here tomorrow, and better informed than you are at present?"

   "Yes, Draco," said Hermione meekly.  Even her tremendous Gryffindor
courage was insufficient to allow her to give him a defiant reply.

   Malfoy unbound her, and returned Hermione's wand.  He bade Hermione wait
a few minutes while he left ahead of her, and she nodded her assent - the
second of his commands she had obeyed in less than a minute.

   She obeyed another of his commands that evening in her bed, with her
beautiful glass cube before her, into which she had deposited and indexed
the entire Hogwarts library (except for the restricted section,
unfortunately).  It took only a few minutes for her to look up the relevant
decree.

   "Any wizard or witch who

   a) assumes the form of another through the use of polyjuice potion or
other magical technique, and

   b) engages in sexual acts while under the influence of said potion or
technique, and

   c) thereby causes anyone to be deceived as to their identity during said
sexual act,

   commits a Schedule 'B' offence and is subject to the penalties imposed
for such offences."

   Now Hermione knew that the Schedule "A" offences were the unforgivable
curses.  Schedule "B" including lesser but nonetheless very, very nasty
crimes indeed, and Hermione had to steady her trembling hands before she
could read what punishment she faced.  It was simple enough - her wand
would be broken before her, followed by a public flogging, and then by a
long term in Azkaban.  At the conclusion of the term, indentured servitude
until such time as the Ministry believed she repented.  Only then would be
released, but of course she would never be permitted to do magic again,
exiled forever from the wizarding world.

   * * *

   She waited in the forest for Malfoy to appear.  She had been careful to
arrive first - unthinkable that should could make him wait, even for an
instant.  She had been so foolish - would she never learn?  She had
stupidly undertaken the cure of Marietta's curse, with such unfortunate
consequences.  And yet only a little while later, she had subjected Malfoy
to a prank, which, now that she thought about it, did Malfoy little harm,
but which exposed her to utter destruction.  And so here she was, entirely
at his mercy.  Perhaps her state of mind now was similar to what Marietta
had felt a few months earlier when not far from here, she had fallen to her
knees to beg Hermione's pardon.  Hermione was glad that on that occasion,
she had chosen to be merciful.  Perhaps she could hope for mercy from
Malfoy.  She saw him emerge into the clearing by the pond, and approach
her. She found it impossible to look Malfoy in the eye, and she waited for
him, head bowed.

   "I can see that you have done the research," said Malfoy, correctly
interpreting her demeanour.  "But tell me nonetheless, if you please." He
was just as courteous as the day before - no sign of gloating.

   Hermione quickly explained what was in store for her, if her offence
became known to the Ministry.

   "And of course you remember the second half of your homework," said
Malfoy.  "Have you thought about what you are prepared to do to placate me,
to make amends?"

   Inspired by her recollection of Marietta's conduct in a not dissimilar
situation earlier that year, Hermione promptly knelt abjectly before Draco.
Two days earlier she could not have imagined subjugating herself in this
fashion before someone so evil - she would have preferred death.  Indeed,
if the only punishment she faced was death, she would have preferred it. 
But during her solitary Gethsemane the night before, she concluded that
suicide was out of the question.  So too was the thought of facing the
official punishment for her crime.  The only option left was the one she
was taking now.  Her knees on the damp earth, she stretched out her hands,
her head between her arms as she bowed low.  Malfoy looked down on her,
pleased that the meeting was off to a good start.  "Yes, Hermione?" She
raised herself up a bit so that he could see her face.

   In a calm, unemotional tone, Hermione frankly acknowledged that for all
practical purposes, Malfoy now owned her.  She confessed that she lacked
the courage to end her own life, and that the prospect of facing the
Ministry's wrath was also too much for her to bear.  She deeply regretted
now the tricks she had played on Draco, and would do almost anything to
make amends.

   "Almost anything?" said Malfoy.  "Do you feel you afford to say that
word, 'almost'?"

   Hermione explained that she would not harm another, nor would she do
anything at all to help the dark lord.  If Malfoy demanded this of her,
then she knew she would find the courage to end her own life.  But provided
Malfoy avoided demanding such things her, she was his.  She would obey his
orders.  She would do his bidding in all things, with more willingness than
the most obsequious house elf.  She had acquired a master, and Malfoy a
slave.  She ended by expressing the hope that Malfoy's demands on her might
be limited by his sense of mercy, although she frankly acknowledged that
she deserved none.

   "Do you really mean all that?  I am to believe that you, the proud
Hermione Granger, willingly subjugate yourself to my will?" To this
question, Malfoy received further assurances of Hermione's unfailing,
instantaneous obedience to his every command.

   "Good," he replied.  "Suck my cock."

   Back home with her parents, sometimes Hermione would find herself
jumping off the couch to answer the telephone, her conscious mind only
becoming aware of the ringing after her body had automatically set itself
in motion in response to the sound.  And so it was now, for before her
conscious mind had grasped the nature of Malfoy's lewd demand, her hands
seemingly of their own volition had reached for Malfoy's zipper, quickly
lowering it and removing the teen's hardening organ.

   Hermione impaled her face on Draco's cock, taking all of it in with no
difficulty.  She had learned very well from Viktor Krum how to give oral
sex, and as Malfoy was not as well endowed as he, she easily took his
length in, feeling it harden in her mouth.  And now she was moving her head
back and forth on his manhood, hearing the boy moan with pleasure.  She was
very gratified that she was pleasing him, for at the moment, the only thing
that mattered to her was pleasing Malfoy.

   His knees began to weaken as his pleasure rose, and Malfoy lay down on
his back, Hermione now kneeling over him, her pretty head bobbing up and
down.  He told her to hold her hair in one hand so that he could watch her.


   "Are all you Gryffindor Girls so good at this?" asked Malfoy with
genuine curiosity.  "There's no one in Slytherin who sucks cock like this."
On the up stroke Hermione opened her mouth for an instant to reply that she
did not know, and then quickly had taken Malfoy's aching penis down to the
root.

   Malfoy unbuttoned Hermione's blouse, and with ease undid her bra,
enjoying the sight of the girl's beautiful 36C breasts spilling out.  He
noted the exquisite puffiness of the nipples, and toyed with them as the
blowjob continued.  Suddenly he could take no more, and cried out with the
joy of his release.  Hermione had expected no warning of his impending
orgasm, and indeed was not displeased at the taste in any event.  She had
swallowed copious amount of cum with Viktor, and was quite happy to show
her new lover her skill at ingesting his sperm.  She milked Malfoy dry with
her mouth, and then felt his organ gradually resume its flaccid state.  She
rested her head on his thigh, looking her new master in the eye as she kept
his cock in her mouth, swallowing the odd bit of cum that leaked out. 
Malfoy was being very gentle with her, stroking her hair and face.  Malfoy
was seventeen, and in good health, and so it was no surprise that he began
to feel himself harden in less than five minutes.  As she felt Malfoy
return to tumescence, Hermione resumed her demonstration of her oral
talents.  But suddenly Malfoy stopped her.

   "Hermione, why did you not stop after I came?  Why did you keep me in
your mouth, and then start all over when you made me hard again?"

   "Draco, if you'd told me to give you a blowjob, then I would have
stopped after you came, because to my way of thinking, a 'blowjob' means
oral sex to completion.  But you told me to 'suck your cock'.  To me that
means I suck your cock until you tell me to stop, regardless of how many
times you cum."

   Malfoy was very content with this answer.  Clearly Hermione understood
her position perfectly, and he was very glad he did not have to use any
threats to ensure compliance.  He said as much as he lowered Hermione's
panties.  He moved her into position over him, and bade her look him in the
eye.  Her face was right above his, their noses touching, their eyes
locked, and now his rock-hard cock was at her entrance.  Hermione knew what
was expected of her without needing to be told, and she positioned herself
correctly, suddenly moving down, and easily taking his entire length inside
her.

   Malfoy was delighted to find just how lubricated the Granger girl was -
obviously she was very aroused and was a truly willing sex partner - so
much better than he had expected.  It would take Hermione some time before
she could unravel the psychology of what was going on, but eventually she
puzzled it out.  Under Veritaserum with her friend Marietta, she had
learned earlier that year that deep down, she felt the need to punish
herself.  She thought of herself as a 'Bad Girl', and the badness had to be
dealt with.  At the same time, her libido was unusually powerful, and her
Id was constantly pushing her to engage in the "Bad Acts" her body craved.
But hitherto her mind had exerted powerful control over Hermione,
preventing her from acting to satisfy her needs.  And so her strong sexual
cravings had been sublimated into constant studying, into a quest to reach
the pinnacle not of orgasm but of academic achievement.

   But here Hermione now was free, without guilt, to both punish herself,
and satisfy her raging sexual desire at the same time.  Yes, her inner self
declared, it was right that she be punished - she was bad to the bone, no
doubt about that.  And so she had to be raped to teach her a lesson - not
her fault of course, but the was nothing for it, and so now she rode
Malfoy's cock, her hands on his strong thighs, thrusting her body back and
forth . . .

   "Oh OH Oh OH OH!" she exclaimed, delighting in the sensations she was
feeling.  Krum had been wonderful, but it was nothing compared to this. 
Sex with Marietta and Luna was very fulfilling indeed, but here she was
experiencing the perfect coupling of all her deepest sexual and
psychological needs - except the last, and that was satisfied when Malfoy
took hold of her, and moved her onto her back, he on top now, dominating
her, taking her, thrusting into her again and again.  Her body bucked
underneath him, her breasts moving rapidly back and forth in time to his
repeated penetration of her.  She began to pant and squirm beneath him. 
Her face and neck and breasts were all flushed red with the unprecedented
passion she felt, and she slammed her hips back at the invading cock,
trying to cram it as deeply as she could, as quickly as she could, as often
as she could, as hard as she could.

   Malfoy could not believe the response he was getting from Hermione.  He
had not had all that much sexual experience.  Pansy was his main partner,
but for some time he had been convinced that she faked orgasms with him,
and had been losing interest in her as a result.  But here beneath him the
Granger girl was completely unbridled in her passion.  He lowered his mouth
to one of her beautiful, dark puffy nipples.

   "Yes oh yes suck it!" cried Hermione in her agony.  "Suck them suck both
of them oh yes oh my god yes!!!", as Malfoy began to roll one nipple with
his fingers as he sucked the other.

   "Do you like it, Hermione?  Is this what you want?"

   "Oh GOD yes Malfoy you're the best I've . .  no one has . . .  so good .
. .  oh God oh god!"

   "Tell the truth now," said Malfoy, now spanking her ass very hard.  This
was what was needed to put Hermione over the edge - it was official - she
was being punished!  She was being taken and she deserved it and the
punishment and Malfoy and she was . . .

   "Yes oh hit me hit me I need it Oh yes spank me harder and fuck me oh -
OH - I'm cumming I'm Cumming CUMMING CUMMING!!!" Hermione screamed,
careless of the noise she was making, not the slightest concerned at who
might hear, at who might see.  There was only him, and his cock, and his
face above her, his lips on hers now as their tongues locked.  She could
feel him cumming now - his control had been very good, but when he had felt
the girl cumming underneath him he could take no more, and gratefully he
released blast after blast of cum deep into Hermione, delighted that he had
finally possessed this haughty girl whom he had secretly admired and lusted
after for so long.  Emotionally he felt little for the girl, but from the
time he entered puberty he had wanted to possess her, to conquer her.  And
as he felt his cock fire his cum deep into the girl's womb, he knew that he
had conquered her.

   Finally their movements slowed, and then stopped.  They lay side by
side, his cock still in her at first, and the two kissed and caressed each
other as he felt himself soften and slowly slide out of her.  They stayed
in their embrace the longest time, neither having ever experienced such
passion nor such release.

   "Thank you, Draco," said Hermione.  "I meant what I said - it was the
best I've ever had."

   "Thanks," said Draco.  "After such a start, it will be hard for me to
improve.  But I'll try." Hermione laughed as he mounted her again, his cock
already hard and demanding.

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