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Hermione really wanted to tell Harry he was hanging her poster crooked, but she bit her tongue. College was a fresh start. No more Miss Know-It-All or Miss Bossy-Pants. She wished she could room with Harry and Ron, but no more Golden Trio. At least, not like it was when they were little. They’d always be best friends and they were going to hang out all the time, but with three different majors and three different career goals in mind, this was the start of an inevitable splitting for them.
Harry and Ron finished helping her unpack and she declined on going to the dining hall with them so she could repack her drawers to her exact liking and wait for her new roommate to move in.
Hermione was excited to make a new friend who was literally anyone besides Ron or Harry. But her new roommate wasn’t exactly what Hermione had in mind when she imagined meeting new people in college.
Her name was Pansy. Her favorite color was green, or at least Hermione assumed from the color of her bedding and her shower caddy. She hardly said two words to Hermione. No, that wasn’t true, she said six.
“I’m not here to make friends.”
Hermione wished she’d gone to the dining hall with Harry and Ron.
“Don’t look so pissed.” Pansy rolled her eyes. She tried to bite back a smirk, like she’d just told a great joke and Hermione missed the punchline.
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Hermione’s sheets were damp. From the smirk on Pansy’s face she knew she did it but she couldn’t figure out what she’d done. It wasn’t water, that much she knew, but she was afraid to ask. She changed her sheets without bringing it up.
Maybe it was an accident? Pansy accidentally spilled something and didn’t want to bring it up? Though she didn’t seem afraid of confrontation.
Then there was a stain on her brand new carpet. Pansy must have spilled something on that too, but she didn’t mention it. Again, Hermione was afraid to ask about it.
Every day Hermione found something in her dorm damp or stained. Sometimes it was her sheets, sometimes her towel. But always something, and always hers. Pansy’s stuff was always miraculously dry. Hermione knew Pansy was doing something to her things. But what? And why? She didn’t want to ask.
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“Hey, Mione? Can I ask you something?”
Hermione looked up from her own laptop to peer at Ron’s and watch what she expected to be a YouTube video, but Ron was on OnlyFans.
“Um…” she wasn’t sure what to say. Did he normally watch porn while they did homework together?
The girl in the video didn’t show her face, just her body. She lied on top of the covers on her bed and fingered herself and then she…squirted? No, peed. She peed while she masturbated.
Hermione looked away. “What about it?”
“It’s just… Hermione do you need money? Is that what this is about? Because my brothers can help with whatever you need they won’t ask you to pay them back.”
Hermione tried to make sense of what Ron was saying but the pieces just weren’t coming together in her brain. He showed her weird porn and then asked if she needed money, how were those two things connected?
“Ron what are you talking about?”
His face flushed a deep red. “Isn’t that you?”
Why would he think that? Hermione assured him that it was not her!
“But, isn’t that your comforter?” Ron asked.
Hermione turned back to the video, which started over from the beginning. She watched the girl in the video tease her clit with one finger and letting out a little squirt of piss. She imagined she was moaning theatrically if the video wasn’t on mute.
How was she supposed to pay attention to the bedding? Sure, it was the same pattern as hers, but that had to be a coincidence. Millions of people probably had the same cheap Walmart sheets.
Ron clicked to another video of the girl squatting and peeing on a carpet. Yes, it was the same design and color as Hermione’s rug, but it was probably just a coincidence.
Hermione watched as she peed into a hamper full of dirty laundry, and yes Hermione had that same hamper and she might’ve recognized some of the clothes in the hamper in the video, but she still refused to believe it was hers.
Ron clicked another video. This time the girl peed into a reusable water bottle. Hermione didn’t believe it was her water bottle. She couldn’t.
Until the girl in the video wiped. She opened a drawer of clean, folded clothes and held up a tshirt for the camera before using it like toilet paper. A tshirt, Hermione realized with disgust and horror, she was currently wearing. When she was done wiping the girl refolded the shirt and put it back in the drawer.
“Mione, are you ok?” Ron asked.
As the video kept playing the girl, Pansy, dumped the bottle of pee out the window.
“Mione? Ok?”
No. No pun intended, Hermione was pissed.
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Hermione was so angry her hands were shaking. She slammed the door shut, startling Pansy into dropping her phone.
“I saw your OnlyFans.” She thought she’d be more cool about it, but her mind blanked she was just so angry. She blurted the point right out.
Pansy didn’t seem embarrassed or surprised. She smirked.
“So you’re a fan?”
“A fan?” Hermione screeched. “Pansy I could get you expelled for this.”
Pansy’s eyebrow lifted. “You could?”
Hermione faltered. She was sure she could, but Pansy seemed so smug she was second guessing herself.
“The way I see it, an anonymous girl is making a small fortune pissing on what appears to be your bed, and your clothes. If that gets out, everyone will naturally assume it’s you. Is that what you want Granger? So you could try to get me in trouble, but not without sending a whole bunch of curious pervs to my site and having them think they’re jerking off to porn of you.”
Hermione froze. Pansy was right. She was sure she absolutely could get Pansy expelled, but at what cost?
The only reason she knew about Pansy’s videos was because Ron thought it was her. He wouldn’t be the only one.
“Like I said, I’m not here to make friends. I’m getting paid to do what I would’ve done for free, and I have some fucking depraved fans. I can’t wait for you find all the places they requested I piss.”
“What do you mean what you would’ve done for free?”
Pansy shrugged. “The bathroom is all the way down the hall. It’s more convenient to just pretend your half of the room is my own personal bathroom. Plus I do enjoy it.”
Hermione was too stunned to speak.
“Look, Granger.” Hermione thought Pansy might say something sincere, or apologize, but she smirked again before continuing. “I need to film. So unless you want to watch I suggest you go study at the library.”
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“So then what happened?” Harry asked.
“I went to the library.” Hermione answered lamely.
“You just let her have the room to pee on your stuff again?” Harry sounded outraged.
“What was I supposed to do?” Pansy made a good point. People would think she was the one in the videos, peeing and masturbating in her dorm room.
“Actually, it looks like she wasn’t pissing this time.” Ron turned his phone around to show them Pansy’s latest video. Pillow humping.
A twenty-six minute video of Pansy grinding against Hermione’s pillow until she came.
Hermione changed her sheets when she got home from the library. They were wet. Pansy must’ve filmed a bed wetting video too that she just didn’t upload yet. They’d probably get peed on again if she left them in the hamper too long.
“What are you gonna do?” Ron asked her.
“I don’t know yet.”
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Hermione subscribed to Pansy’s OnlyFans so she could see everything she’d done.
Pansy’s fans could make requests and some of the requests scared her, but a lot were just for more videos of things Pansy had already done.
There were a lot of videos of her peeing on the rug and her bed. There were requested videos of her peeing her pants, actually Hermione’s pants. It didn’t surprise her that Pansy borrowed her clothes just to wet them.
Lots of people had requested a self piss and Hermione had to Google what that was. They wanted her to contort her body in a way so she could piss onto her own face. Hermione couldn’t stop staring at the girls in the videos that came up. Did it feel good for them? Or was this all for the person watching? She hated that she wanted to ask Pansy, but she declined those requests anyway because she refused to show her face.
Someone asked her to pee into the drawers of folded clothes and she promised she would soon.
Every video had hundreds of comments. Some were perverted. People saying they wanted to drink it or that they wished it was their bed. Some of the comments were just jealous though. People saying how good it probably felt. A lot of people.
It couldn’t possibly feel that good to pee on the bed, could it?
Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her and she decided what she was going to do about Pansy.
She stripped naked and sat on the edge of Pansy’s bed. Her body didn’t react how she wanted it to. She tried to tell herself it was ok to pee. This is a toilet. Just go.
Pansy made it look easy. It took her a while before the pee would come out, but when it finally did, Hermione’s mouth dropped open. Oh, it did feel good.
She could feel the spot she was sitting on get hot under her. It didn’t feel like she was making a puddle. It didn’t feel messy at all. It was like her pee was soaking directly into Pansy’s mattress. She realized that it probably was.
She got excited by the thought that even if Pansy changed her sheets she’d still be sleeping on her piss, then horrified when she realized the same was true for Pansy’s piss on her bed.
She understood why Pansy masturbated in the videos where she wet the bed. It felt so good. Hermione really wanted to come.
She thought about masturbating right there, but decided to wipe and get up. She used a dry part of the blanket to wipe herself. Then, she climbed into her own bed and waited for Pansy to get home.
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“You pissed on my bed!” Pansy screamed.
“Did I?” Hermione couldn’t help smirking.
“Wait til I tell-“
“-that you had an accident? That you wet the bed? Because that’s what it’ll look like if you tell anyone.” Hermione smugly cut her off. She felt quite proud of herself.
Pansy’s jaw dropped. “Granger, are you starting a war with me? A literal pissing contest?”
There was a gleam in Pansy’s eye. She was excited, and that frightened Hermione.
“I’m gonna enjoy this.”
Maybe Hermione had been a little too smug.
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Hermione kept peeing on Pansy’s bed because it was a small act of revenge and it felt good.
She continued to watch Pansy’s videos strictly for research and surveillance, and definitely not because some part of her enjoyed them. She even watched the videos that were obviously not filmed in their dorm.
There were plenty of videos of Pansy peeing outside behind a bush or in the grass and even more of her peeing in parking lots hidden between parked cars.
She watched Pansy pee on the floor and into trash cans in a bunch of different buildings but none of her videos were as popular as the ones filmed in their dorm, where she could take her time and didn’t have to worry about getting caught and she could touch herself.
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There was a new video of Pansy peeing into the coffee pot. It was Hermione’s but she considered a communal item. They both used it.
She watch Pansy use the full pot to fill the water reserve, not with water, and she brewed it. Hermione watched open mouthed as the coffee maker steamed and dribbled out spurts of steaming hot piss. Eventually the coffeemaker had a thin steady stream and she was watching the coffee pot fill with piss, again.
The video ended there but Pansy posted another, private, video. In it she took the coffee pot of steaming hot piss and teased pouring it out the window before turning around and pouring it all over Hermione’s bed.
Ron had to explain to her that the private video was only for her. She was only subscribed account on her OnlyFans that could see it. It was a message. Pansy knew she was subscribed to her page.
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The promised video of Pansy peeing into a drawer of clean, folded clothes finally came. Hermione didn’t expect to be home for it but Pansy didn’t mind filming in front of Hermione.
Hermione was pretty sure she enjoyed it.
She should have known something was coming.
Pansy was hanging out in bed on her phone while Hermione did laundry. She was back and forth between their dorm and the laundry room and didn’t see Pansy setting up her camera.
As soon as she was finished folding and putting everything away, Pansy thanked her.
The next thing she knew Pansy was out of bed using all of her freshly washed clothes as a toilet.
All her work ruined in an instant and by the look of pure smug bliss on Pansy’s face, Hermione suspected that made it feel even better for her.
She desperately wished she could stop her, or at least look away. But Hermione pathetically stood there and watched Pansy throw her head back and really give in to the good feeling with her fingers on her clit, piss still flowing onto her clothes.
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Hermione was sitting at her desk typing a paper and she saw Pansy take her pants off out of the corner of her eye, but she thought it was just to film for OnlyFans. It wasn’t.
Pansy came up behind Hermione and pushed all her hair over one shoulder. Hermione didn’t have time to ask why before Pansy pulled her body against the backrest of her chair and had her pussy brushing against her bare neck.
Pansy peed on her, let it run down her back and soak her shirt and puddle on the floor under her chair.
Then she got into bed with her vibrator. Absolutely no shame as she masturbated not for a video, just for her own pleasure.
Hermione felt strange. She felt warm and, aroused. She wanted to snatch Pansy’s vibrator and use it on herself.
“You ok there, Granger?”
She hadn’t moved. She just sat there frozen in shock.
“I’m going to take a shower.” She announced as she stood from her seat.
Pansy laughed. “But I just gave you one. And my horndog fans would pay me thousands for a golden shower. I must really like you if I’m giving you those kind of goods for free.”
Hermione didn’t answer. She made a grab for her towel and shower caddie and ran from the room.
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Hermione tried to tell herself not to masturbate in the shower. She was only there to clean off.
But why did Pansy press her pussy on her bare skin and why did getting pissed on feel erotic? It was hot and wet and clearly it affected Pansy too because she was back in their dorm masturbating right now.
Hermione suddenly found herself thinking about peeing in the shower. Pansy never made a video of herself peeing in the shower. Is it too basic? Too boring? Because everyone pees in the shower?
She touched herself while she peed and it felt so, so good.
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“Granger, what are you doing in my bed?” Pansy’s voice was hoarse with sleep first thing in the morning, but she didn’t sound angry. She seemed amused to be woken up to Hermione straddling her and pinning her down.
“Peeing.” Hermione answered.
“Mmm, kinky.” Pansy made no move to push her off.
“I’ll really do it!” Hermione warned.
Pansy nodded condescendingly, no, encouragingly. “I know.”
So she did. Pansy’s lips parted in a soft oh as the warmth hit her, soaking through her blanket and onto her chest.
“Did you masturbate in the shower thinking about me? After I peed on you?” Pansy asked.
Hermione’s brain felt like it was short circuiting. She was mid-stream and trying to focus on how good it felt. She was telling herself it felt good to get revenge, that was all. It didn’t feel good to pee on a girl she’d masturbated to the thought of just last night.
She could only nod.
“That’s a good girl.” Pansy praised her. “Now show me.”
“What?”
“Show me how you touched yourself.”
Hermione had been standing in the shower, shamefully rubbing her clit before even washing herself. This was a better position. She could touch herself how she wanted to. She parted her legs over the piss soaked blanket and pushed two fingers in.
She lost herself in the feeling, the gentle thrust of her own hand. She lost her balance when Pansy pushed at her, knocking her off her body. Hermione landed splayed on her back at the foot of the bed.
Pansy shot up, shoving the damp blanket out of her way. Her hands landed on Hermione’s thighs.
“I’m going to taste you now, Granger.” It wasn’t a question, but Hermione answered with a nod.
Hermione had never had her pussy licked like this. She was already wet and sensitive from her own piss and Pansy’s tongue lapping at her clit was catapulting her towards an orgasm.
It was too fast. She was too close. She wanted more of this. But Pansy didn’t let up and she felt that familiar delicious pulsing heat between her legs working its way through her whole body.
She was bucking pathetically against the other girl’s face, chasing her pleasure. She didn’t notice Pansy reaching for something off the bed, fumbling blindly with her face buried in Hermione’s pussy.
Then Pansy had a vibrator. Without warning she fucked into Hermione with the toy, never letting up pressure on her clit.
It was too much. Too deep. Too strong. Too rough. But Hermione couldn’t find the words to say. Overstimulation left her delirious and dripping. The sheets under her were cooling to an uncomfortable damp.
Then Pansy pulled the vibrator from her pussy and held it against her clit. Hermione have no resistance when Pansy held her legs closed to keep the vibrator in place.
Pansy’s pussy. The pussy that’s been making Hermione’s life hell all year. The pussy that Hermione’s been masturbating to porn of. Here is was right in her face.
Pansy wasn’t gentle sitting on Hermione’s face. She straddled her head between her thighs and rutted against tongue like Hermione was any other sex toy for her to use for her pleasure.
Hermione’s thighs squeezed the vibrator and she bucked against it.
For a moment she thought she was drowning in pleasure. Then she really was drowning. Pansy peed while she rode her face.
Hermione couldn’t breathe. She slapped pathetically at Pansy’s thighs but Pansy was only focused on her own pleasure. Moving her hips harder against Hermione’s face as that sweet steady pressure built. It was so good, Hermione’s moans against her pussy were only making it feel better.
When Pansy finished, she lifted herself just enough to get her pussy off Hermione’s face, but kept her trapped between her thighs to finish her piss.
Hermione gasped for air, trying to twist her face away from the stream of pee falling on her but she was too weak and too trapped. She opened her legs in a futile attempt to dislodge the vibrator that was still overstimulating her poor abused slit but it didn’t budge.
Hermione was trapped until Pansy was finished peeing, and then she wanted to ride Hermione’s face again.
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♡ Epilogue ♡
Ron and Harry offered to held Hermione pack up her dorm room but the truth was she was throwing away nearly all of it.
If she only got rid of the things with pee strains or the things she knew had been peed on repeatedly all year, then she could pack up her whole room in an hour.
Plus, after seeing her exact bedding in porn, she really wanted new sheets.
While she was helping Harry pack up his room she checked a new video posted by Pansy on OnlyFans. It was private, just for her.
She watched Pansy look through the sheets and comforter marked for the trash before opening up a box marked to go to the car.
“Don’t you dare!” Hermione warned under her breathe to her phone, but of course the Pansy in the video, who had already done this, ignored the warning, and enjoyed one last piss on Hermione’s things.
“At least that’s the last time!” Harry offered, looking at the phone over her shoulder.
“Yea…”
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Whoever Hermione’s new roommate was, she got there first this year.
Hermione couldn’t tell anything about her from her unpacked boxes but she’d left everything on one side of the room, leaving Hermione the same side she had left year.
Hermione was excited for a new year. She had all new sheets and towels. A bunch of new clothes
She started to unpack the box with bedding so she could make her bed but as soon as she touched it she knew something was wrong.
The bare mattress was damp.
How? How could that be possible? Was someone playing a really mean prank on her right now?
But as soon as her new roommate walked in she knew it wasn’t a prank.
“Granger! Hope you don’t mind I used the bathroom before you set it all up for me.”
How is she roommates with Pansy again?
The slight smirk on Pansy’s face grew into a full on wicked grin as she seemed to read Hermione’s mind.
“I had such a good time with you as a toilet, I mean, roommate, that I requested you again for this year.”
Hermione vaguely remembered the roommate request form. Harry and Ron requested each other this year. Requests weren’t guaranteed. But Hermione hadn’t requested anyone specific and no one had requested Hermione besides Pansy.
“I’ll transfer rooms.” She decided on the spot.
“Thought you might.”
Pansy pulled out her phone and showed Hermione porn. She was getting really sick of people showing her porn. But she realized it wasn’t porn, it was her. It was the morning she had sex with Pansy, only like all of Pansy’s videos her face wasn’t in it, but Hermione’s was.
She watched Pansy roughly fuck her own face while pissing on her.
Hermione had no idea Pansy was filming.
“Did you post that?”
“No, but I could. Or, I could make new solo content to replace it.”
“It’s blackmail!” Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away from the video.
“It’s collateral. As long as I keep filming new content I’ll never need it.”
Hermione wanted to ask why she couldn’t make a new roommate deal with it like she had to last year, or why not post more of those videos of peeing outside. But Hermione had already accepted defeat. One more year of everything being used for Pansy’s OnlyFans. She could do one more year.
“Great!” the smile on Pansy’s face made her stomach flip.
In the time Pansy pulled her pants off and kicked them away, Hermione was backed up against the bed, feeling trapped again.
Pansy pushed her to her knees, and she let it happen.
“This isn’t for a video, this is just for me.”
Pansy held Hermione’s head to her pussy and moved her hips, gently at first, but quickly abandoning any attempt at gentle and thrusting eagerly against Hermione’s tongue.
She didn’t hold back her piss either, pissing full force against Hermione’s face.
Her face-fucking was a quick, wet, messy orgasm that left both girls panting and the floor covered in a small pool of pee.
Hermione thought again about how this was how it would be for the entire year.
She couldn’t get her pants off fast enough.
“My turn.”