Harry Potter and the Legacy of Hogwarts – Part 8 – The League

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Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Legacy Of Hogwarts Part 8 – The League
by Avatrek (avatrek@hotmail.com)

Hermione’s first day of class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1976 had begun a little less than optimal. For her entire academic life, Hermione had always been at the top of her class, the best student, and ever the teacher’s pet. After being thrown back in time to a seemingly unrecognizable Hogwarts and very liberal culture, she was inadequately prepared for the truths of 1976 Hogwarts. The school was obsessed with sex, demeaning women with ridiculously revealing school uniforms, with not a single person concerned about the inequalities. Since arriving back in 1976, Hermione had been groped, fingered, spanked, stripped, and even had had her tight juicy little teenage ass cummed on by one of her best friends. But to the dismay of her better senses, Hermione had started to like it! Her inhibitions had been slowly decaying after her arrival back in time, but after being dosed against her will by her arch enemy, Draco Malfoy, she was having a very difficult time controlling her more carnal urges. The worst part of the entire experience was the fact that she couldn’t help but have a certain attraction to Malfoy, which was a definite side effect of the potion Malfoy had slipped her. Her first day’s classes had been dreadfully long, unfair, but not all together uninteresting. Although most of her classes other than Potions had been fairly normal, her Muggle Studies lesson with a younger version of Ron’s father had been quite the experience for Hermione. Now that the day was finally coming to an end however, Hermione was hard at work coming up with an antidote to the potion Malfoy had slipped in order to counter the more aggressive of her symptoms.

“Fuck Hermione! That was fucking hot today in Muggle Studies!” Harry told her, throwing down his backpack on the table beside her in the Slytherin common room. “I’ve never seen you like that!” Harry said, both quite delighted and overjoyed at the thought of Hermione becoming a slut. As Hermione tried to find an antidote for Malfoy’s potion in her Potions textbook, she tried to ignore both Harry’s praise and his looks at her ample cleavage. She had a strange urge to reach under the table and see how hard she was making him, but somehow controlled herself and redoubled her efforts at finding a cure for her present inhibited state.

“Malfoy dosed me with something at lunch. I couldn’t control myself.” She complained feeling another twinge of longing to slip beneath the table and suck on Harry’s hard cock. “Fuck! I can barely think right now!”

“I know something that could help set your mind right Hermione”. Harry said with a smirk as he moved his hand to Hermione’s inner thigh and ran it slowly up towards her moist pussy.

“Harry! I thought you at least wouldn’t take advantage of me while I’m in this state!” Hermione shouted at him, slapping his hand away, even though in reality, she had wanted his hand to slip underneath her tight little black and green thong and rub her wet fucking pussy.

“Okay okay Hermione! You don’t need to get violent! I’m just trying to help you fit in”. Harry replied, clearly thinking Hermione should definitely let out her inner slut.

“I know exactly what you want to fit in me, but my pussy is off limits for everyone!” Hermione responded, thinking all the while how fucking hot it would be to have Harry slam the full length of his hard cock into her tight teenage twat.

“There are other places other than your pussy that I can fit in, and I’m certain you’d like it”. Harry told her, thinking about how sweet it would be to see one of his best friends on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. “Besides, you probably should get some practice in before trials tonight anyways”.

“What do you mean? Quidditch team trials?” Hermione replied, utterly confused as Harry stood up from the table and gave her a knowing smirk.

“You’ll find out in a few minutes. I’m sure you’ll be team captain!” Harry said, being as cryptic as possible as he stole one final glance at her cleavage.

‘Weird’, Hermione thought as she folded up her Potions book and decided it was a lost cause for the night and thinking a long restful sleep would do her good for the next day of classes. Just as she reached the Slytherin girls dormitories stairs however, she heard a bell sound and the magnified voice of Professor Slughorn cut through the silence of the dungeon common room.

“All students third year and above, please report to the common room for start of the year trials”. Boomed Slughorn’s voice. A rush of people came down both of the dormitory stairs and adjoining rooms to converge on the common room and Hermione had no choice but to follow. In the throng of students gathering about the massive-bellied Slughorn, Hermione was groped and fondled several times.