Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires – Chapter 32 – Ancient History

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Thirty-Two – Ancient History

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: ff, Mf, f-mast, ncon, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, spank, unif, voy

Hermione Granger was lying on her bed all alone with the Spellbook of Desires under her sheets. She had been reading through a few of the more wicked spells, including one which had something to do with the golden coins she had taken off Malfoy after she and Ginny had attacked him. Before she could get halfway through the description however, an incredible urge to slip her fingers into her panties and rub her horny clit came over her. The urge was so strong, she couldn’t tear off her panties quick enough in order to slam two of her fingers into her sopping wet hole. Hermione couldn’t help but tear off the rest of her clothes moments later and stuff two additional fingers into her own pussy. Just as she was ready to explode in orgasmic relief however, the door handle to her unlocked door twisted open and Ginny walked in looking extremely embarrassed.

‘OHHH FUCK… GINNY!’ Hermione screamed, pulling her fingers out of her wet hole and trying to cover herself up. ‘What do you want?’ she said with sweat dripping down her reddening face.

‘Just the book you took from Harry and Ron… I need it for something’ Ginny responded, looking a little embarrassed from walking in on Hermione in the middle of her pleasuring herself.

‘Here… Take it… Just get out of here!’ Hermione shouted, also quite embarrassed at the situation as she picked up the leather-bound book from under her thin silk sheets and threw it to Ginny.

Ginny tried to apologize, but before she could get two words out, Hermione had used her wand to slam the door in her face.

‘That fucking slut… I was so fucking close!’ she moaned, before running the tip of her fingers up and down her moist slit. She played with herself for a few more minutes before she began to slam her fingers back into her pussy at full force. She even went as far as using her own wand to further stimulate her sensitive pussy by setting off mild vibrations deep within her clutching teen twat.

‘Fuck… I need to cum so badly!’ she moaned as her fingers were driven harder, deeper and faster into her pussy. Nothing she did however was enough to push her over the orgasmic threshold. She knew the best way to cum was to have someone like Ron’s hard pulsing shaft driven into her twat. As she fantasized about Ron driving his rod into her, a sudden euphoric sensation ran through her spine and made her tremble in relief as her juices ran through her body and out her convulsing pussy.

‘AHHHH! YESSSSS!’ she screamed, going through a massive orgasm which was so powerful it overpowered her senses and caused her to black out in the process.

Hermione remained unconscious for the following two hours, completely naked, exposing her wet pussy to the rest of fourth year girls’ dormitory. Unbeknownst to Hermione, two fourth year Gryffindor girls entered the dormitory while she slept. Parvarti and Lavender had entered unheeded and had seen Hermione splayed out on her bed naked, with her wand buried in her pussy and a smile plastered on her face. So turned on by Hermione’s seemingly lack of discretion, Lavender and Parvarti ran over to Parvarti’s bed and started undressing each other. While Hermione slept soundly for two very long and restful hours, Parvarti and Lavender licked, fingered and grinded each other the entire time. After multiple orgasms and an unforgettable couple of hours, both girls let out one last howl of ecstasy.

‘UNGHHH… AHHHHH… GOD YESSS!’ they screamed in unison, waking a sleeping Hermione up in the process.

‘What the fuck is going on!’ Hermione screamed after opening her eyes to see her two roommates grinding their wet pussies up against each other.

‘You’re one to talk Hermione, you’re the biggest whore here… You’re probably just mad we didn’t invite you to join in!’ Parvarti said smartly as Hermione jumped off her bed and threw on some clothes. In too much of a hurry to care what she looked like, Hermione threw on a short skirt, and a small undershirt, forgoing any panties, before leaving the dormitory in a haze of anger. Fueled and blinded by both embarrassment and rage, Hermione ran over to the third year girls’ dormitory and stormed into Ginny’s bedroom without even knocking.