Hallowe'en
Hogwarts Castle. Charms Classroom.
“It's LeviOsa, not Leviosaaa”
“Fuck, do it yourself if you're so clever then, come on!”
“Very well. Wingardium Leviosa,” Hermione recited, making the feather float with her wand, to the cheers of Professor Flitwick, who was teaching Charms. She also provoked the boredom of her classmates, fed up with her know-it-all attitude.
“Excellent, Miss Granger! 10 points for Gryffindor! You should all learn more from her!”
Ron, Harry, and their classmates Neville Longbotom, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan walked after class through the main courtyard of Hogwarts castle. They had just left the frustrating Charms class, and Ron couldn't stop talking about the girl he hated so much, Hermione Granger, while his classmates laughed.
“It's Leeeeeviooo...sa, haha, I swear, that girl is a nightmare, I don't know how she manages to never shut up.”
“She has to make up for her face and body with her brains, I suppose,” Dean said, eliciting a laugh from Ron.
All in all, with that superior attitude, the tangled hair, the large incisors, the loose, conservative clothes that covered her entire body, the apparent lack of curves, Hermione was not considered a very pretty girl, especially compared to others of her generation who made an effort to show off their charms, like Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, or Daphne Greengrass.
“I think she's kind of pretty,” Harry pointed out, which caused his classmates to tease him in a friendly way.
“You're just saying that because you're nice, Harry,” Ron said, laughing, “but me? I wouldn't fuck her if she came to me on all fours on my bed in the tower.”
"You wouldn't fuck anything because you're too slow to figure out where to stick it," Seamus said, causing even Ron to burst out laughing.
At that, the redhead was shoved, and Hermione Granger strode past him, walking quickly towards the toilets, tears in her eyes after hearing the Gryffindor boys. Ron and Harry stopped and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Hermione entered the girls' bathroom trying to catch her breath. What was wrong with her? That night it was Halloween. Everyone was going to go partying. She just wanted to get good grades, learn and study to have a good future and make her parents proud. There was nothing wrong with that. Why couldn't she have friends? Was she so ugly? Was it really true that no one could… fuck her?
Thinking about it, two of her Gryffindor classmates came out of the stalls with knowing smiles, glancing at Hermione as they washed their hands. They were Lavender Brown, a blonde but sexy young idiot but who stood out for making eyes at everyone; and Fay Dunbar, a girl with milky skin, brown hair and green eyes that everyone looked at with desire. Each one stood next to Hermione while the water and soap covered their hands.
“Hey, Fay, is it true that you fucked Professor Binns?”
“Are you kidding me, Lavy? He's a fucking ghost, haha! And his classes are so boring!”
“So, you didn't do it?”
“I didn't fuck him… I just sucked him off! Hahaha, and it so was weird to the touch, but at the same time, so delicious.”
“You're a slut, haha!”
“Hey, I wasn't the one who fucked Lee Jordan after the game. How big was he?”
“Like your standard black guy,” Lavender answered, spreading her hands wide while Hermione tried not to listen. “Are you gonna fuck someone for the Halloween party tonight? Because I know I am.”
“I don’t know, Lavy… you know, that Weasley guy is kind of cute.”
“One of the Twins? Or maybe the one with glasses?”
“No, no, our Weasley. Ronald.”
“Pff, I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last guy on Earth,” said Lavender, laughing again.
Not to listen. Not to say anything. Not to look. Not thinking about what her roommates were saying. Not imagining that she was the one riding a fat black cock or sucking off a respectable Hogwarts professor. Or Ron. Not thinking about Ron. Not getting wetter than she already was, like every time she heard dirty stuff like that…
“Pretty good, huh? Fucking?”
“Yeah, even at our age we already turn on the whole school. Well… almost all of us.”
“Yeah, I can't believe there's a virgin among us, can you imagine?”
“I can't imagine. I can't imagine a life at school without cocks around.”
“Only the nerdiest of nerds could not get a fuck among so many studs, and I'm not just talking about the centaurs they say roam the forest!”
“Oh, right, right… And what do you say? Are you attracted to centaurs, Granger?” Lavender asked, this time addressing Hermione, who pulled her wand from her skirt and pointed it at her companions, who, between laughter and fear, backed away.
“Get out of here, pigs!”
“Uhh, hey, don't be like that, Granger, we were just”
“Yeah, bloody hell girl, it's not like we have actually fuc…”
“Get out before I curse you with something that will make possible for you to get penetrated through your open nostrils. Get out!”
“Ok, ok!”
Hermione was left alone again. She locked herself in a cubicle above the toilet and cried as her arousal continued to grow. Her heart ached for the loneliness she found herself in at school and her body insecurity… but her head only ran through the dirty visions of what her classmates had said, imagining herself as prey to the perversions of centaurs, teachers and ghosts.
Her panties were wet again. Although she had promised herself to stay neat, she sometimes had to change her underwear three or four times a day because of her handsome classmates, and her own traitorous imagination.
With her crying, Hermione Granger did not hear the loud footsteps that echoed in the girls' bathroom. She did not hear the guttural and clumsy moans, nor did she see the gigantic being that made its way into the castle without anyone imagining how. A real mountain troll had entered Hogwarts without permission.
As the troll walked through the bathroom dragging a huge wooden club, Hermione couldn't hold back any longer, she took off her panties, lifted her long skirt, and began to masturbate as usual. She felt the wonderful taste in her pussy when her fingers touched her clitoris and caressed the roughness of the entry to her precious place. Maybe she shouldn't wait for a cock to penetrate it, it would probably never happen, what did it matter if she took her virginity with her fingers or any phallic object?
Her fingers tasted the entrance as they became covered in fluids, and she moaned lasciviously with innocently sensual whispers. She needed penetration, she felt that she missed it even if she never had it, something that should fill her and take her to the maximum limits of sexual pleasure. She had studied a lot for it, she had read a lot, watched a couple of films, but without practice... How was she going to do it? Would she really need her fingers to do the job?
That was when the entire bathroom creaked, and soon after, the stall next to hers was smashed by the troll's mace. Hermione, her fingers still on her swollen clitoris, looked up and was met with an impressive sight. She couldn't even scream, as she was paralyzed. It was a horrible creature that was five bodies taller than her, with blue skin and yellow eyes. The mountain troll ripped the door off Hermione's stall, and she could see it in all its splendor.
"Shit!" the girl finally screamed, through tears, pinching what she had between her fingers tightly. "Not now!"
Hermione Granger was a girl who used reason and logic. The rational and logical thing to do at that moment was to try to escape, hide under a sink and look for the best opportunity to get to the door and alert the teachers. Maybe she could even use some spell to knock the troll down, she knew several thanks to Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. She had several options, and she had the intelligence, the strategy, the skill, and certainly the courage to carry them out.
But… Hermione Granger had a serious problem: her uncontrolled lust. Her virginity. The troll in front of her was wearing nothing, he was completely naked. His cock looked like a human's penis, except that his skin was blue, and it was much longer and thicker than the girl's arm. He watched her masturbate, and his penis began to erect.
It was the first time she would see a male masturbate in front of her, and he was a fucking troll! Her head screamed at her to use her reason. It begged her to get out. It begged her to cast a Stunning Spell. But her body had other priorities.
While the clumsy troll let his abundant drool fall to the floor, and his hand squeezed and caressed his enormous cock while looking at the girl, without much desire to hurt her, Hermione continued masturbating, absolutely prey to the heat. The schoolgirl couldn't stop staring and studying that huge piece of meat in front of her. It was gigantic, veiny and throbbing. His balls were almost the size of her entire little body, they looked swollen and about to explode. Such a monstrous thing could never enter her without tearing her to pieces, at least in real life, but in her head anything was possible.
“Do me,” she thought. “Do me, you horrible thing.”
Hermione, blushing with passion, with cloudy thoughts and labored breathing, quickly opened her shirt and loosened her tie with the red and gold colors of Gryffindor. She wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't need one yet, so her small breasts came out. She took them in her hands and massaged them, caressing her hard nipples, while she watched the troll jerk off.
"You like what you see, huh?" said Hermione, not believing those words came out of her mouth. "Do you really like watching me caress my tits?"
"Uggghhh," moaned the giant, increasing the speed of his jerk off. Hermione turned around, put her legs on the sides of the toilet, lifted her skirt, leaned forward, and turned her head back to him.
She spread her tiny teenage ass as wide as she could, so the giant could see her in all her splendor. Then, with her hand underneath, she spread her vaginal lips and touched her clitoris with her fingers again.
“Mmmhhhmmmm, yes… I'm behaving like a slut, see? Mmmm, showing my down there to a monster like you, mmmmm, touching myself while you watch me, masturbating me while you do the same with your… mmmmmm, your huge cock!”
An incredible thought ran through her body at the same time as the first orgasmic shudder of the day. The troll was masturbating faster with his fat, blue hand. The guttural sounds he made were similar to those of Dad when he had been fucking Mom for a long time. His eyes penetrated Hermione's little body, with her skirt up, her little ass in the air and her tits out. She knew the troll was going to cum soon. And if he did, what was she going to do? She had never witnessed a cumshot, semen was something unheard of and unknown to her. The books in the library said it spilled into the vaginal canal, but that didn't seem like a good idea with him. In some magazines they showed seed spilled on girls’ tits, face, or inside their throats. Could she swallow something like that? Was she capable of going that far when she was virginal and supposedly pure?
“Ughhh, oh…. ghhhhh… guuuuuhhh….”
“Are you close, troll? Mmmmmm, are you going to…? Are you going to shoot your seed? Your male… semen?” She was already talking dirty, as usual when she got horny. It was the first time she said all that while being accompanied. “Are you going to ejaculate looking at my half-naked pre-teen body? My ass? Do you like the smell I give off, or the smell of my panties at my feet? Tell me, please, tell me how much you want me, troll… Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm I'm cumming… tell me you want to put that gigantic penis of yours in me, mmmmmmmmm, I'm cumming… I'm cumming!”
“Ugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” the troll shouted.
What came out of the troll's penis was not a simple ejaculation. It was not one or two jets of seed. It was a real shower of milk that shot out like a jet propulsion, hitting both the wall of the cubicle and Hermione's little body, bathing her in his semen, covering her in white while she smiled with pride, with heat, and came non-stop on the toilet where she was sitting. Its smell was powerful, and its texture was sticky. It fell down her body to her feet like a white and very hot thing.
Her school uniform was completely ruined, and she didn't care. Her bushy hair was completely soaked, and it made her feel… good. As if she had been used for the troll's satisfaction, and that milk bath was her reward. She had discovered that she could be attractive and desired. She was happy. She even wanted to take a little to her mouth to taste it, but something interrupted her.
The troll was not so happy after coming to. He threatened to destroy her, but Harry and Ron appeared in the baths and defeated the creature. Ron said “Wingardium Leviosa” with the same skill that Hermione had indicated. She had listened to him, and although he was stupefied looking at her little body bathed in troll semen, she knew that she had found an extraordinary friend. Harry, as well. Things could improve.
The only problem left was explaining to the teachers that were there why was she covered in that white, creamy liquid. But she was smart. She would think of something.