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Horny Hermione is Slughorn's slut

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter works. Characters. These stories are for “entertainment” purposes only. Goals. Don't sue me, I don't have any money.

WARNING: These stories are just fantasy, but we'll delve into mind control, non-consent, public sex, and everything else I want to fix. Heed any warnings I post. I will try to make each story in the series standalone. So if you don't like what happens in it, you can just skip to the next episode. I will change the facts to suit my purposes. This is Hermione's seventh year of teaching. Book 7 didn't happen. So they're all in school. McGonagall is the headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and is never seen killing Dumbledore etc etc. Hermione is 17 here and will always be around older men, Lucius, teachers etc. If that's not what you're looking for, this story isn't for you.

Pairing: Hermione/Slughorn.


Early the next morning, Hermione slipped out of the Gryffindor common room before most people were awake. After meeting Mr. Filch, she didn't dare go into the greenhouses again. The thought still made her feel dirty and horny at the same time.

To tease herself, she ran down the stairs as fast as she could, her large breasts swaying back and forth with each step. No matter how hard she tried, none of her bras fit anymore. Nothing about her clothes, by the way. Their shirts were too tight, so that the front buttons showed over their huge breasts, and their skirts were now scandalously short.

Wrapping herself tightly in her cloak, she ran out of the castle and ran straight to the greenhouses. Thankfully, Professor Sprout liked to work in the garden early in the morning before breakfast.

"Professor," Hermione said, her cheeks burning as she clutched the piece of parchment on which she had drawn a flower.

“Oh my God, Miss Granger. What happened? the Herbology professor asked with a concerned look.

Hermione opened her cloak and revealed her pornstar body. She handed her the sketch and quickly explained what the plant had done to her. She even talked about meeting Mr. Filch and how he now had a plant.

Professor Sprout studied the drawing and frowned. “I'm afraid I've never seen this plant before. But I'll do my research.

"What should I do in the meantime?" Hermione asked, her pussy getting wet at the thought of all the boys in this school that she could fuck. But her mind was horrified at the idea.

"Oh, Miss Granger!" Professor Sprout looked at her sympathetically. "Let's go to Professor Slughorn. He should be able to make a potion that will help.

Hermione nodded energetically. Professor Slughorn was old and had been a potions master for many years. If anyone could help her, of course it would be him.

Cloaked again, Hermione followed Professor Sprout into the dungeons, where they found Professor Slughorn, still in his sleeping gown, stroking his large walrus mustache as he opened the door.

“Just stay here”; Professor Sprout said, patting Hermione on the shoulder sympathetically. “I'll explain it to you so you don't have to.”

At this point, Professor Sprout might become Hermione's favorite teacher of all time.

Fifteen minutes later the Herbology professor appeared, beaming. “He wants to talk to you,” he said. She said, “He thinks he can help you.”

Relief washed over Hermione as she stood up. “Thank you very much, Professor.”

“Not at all,” he said. - she said and suddenly turned around sternly. “Now I’m going to talk to Filch about this flower. Completely inappropriate.” With these words she left.

Satisfied that it would all be over soon and Filch would be punished, Hermione entered Professor Slughorn's office.

"So, Miss Granger," she said. The old Potions Master said, clearing his throat. “Professor Sprout explained to me that you have an interesting problem. May I? He said, pointing at her. He grinned as Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around herself. "Well, Miss Granger, I have to recognize the problem if I'm going to solve it. If I may,” He gestured again.

With some reluctance, Hermione allowed the cloak to stand out.

“Please take this off”; - Professor Slughorn instructed.

As she pulled on the rope of the cloak, it flowed to her feet, revealing her in the scandalously slutty outfit that had once been her school uniform.

“Oh yeah, I see,” he said. The Potions Master said, pushing himself off the table to walk around her. His thick fingers slid over her round ass, his fingertips brushing the underside of her cheeks, barely peeking out, before sliding up her stomach to touch her breasts.

Instead of pulling away, Hermione moaned into her pussygushed, and her nipples became hard, poking out from under her thin white t-shirt.

“So sensitive,” he murmured. “Does it excite you?” he asked, running his finger over a hard protuberance. That simple gesture almost made her knees buckle.

“Yes, Professor,” he said. she breathed, her eyes closed. "Can you help me?"

"Perhaps"; Professor Slughorn shrugged noncommittally. “But why would I want that?”

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

Professor Slughorn's smile widened, causing the tips of his large mustache to rise and making him look strangely basset hound. “A slut ripe for fucking,” he hissed, burying his hands in her hair. “When Professor Sprout explained what happened to you, all I could think about was how many times I wanted to put my cock in your mouth just to get you to shut up in class. Now look at yourself. So brilliant."

"Professor-" Hermione's sobs were cut off.

"Get on your knees, slut, and suck my cock," he said. Professor Slughorn ordered, forcing her to her knees with her hair.

As he pulled off his nightgown tightened, a medium sized but very thick penis popped out. Hermione ran her tongue over the head before sucking it into her mouth. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to give her professor the best blowjob of his life, and she slowly took it into her mouth.

Professor Slughorn moaned at the feeling of this teenager's tongue on his cock. When he looked down, he couldn't believe his luck. How many times had he dreamed of fucking these spoiled boys but refrained from retaliating. But when Professor Sprout explained the full extent of Hermione's "problem," he knew his time had finally come.

He grabbed her hair tighter and pushed his cock into her sweet mouth until her lips touched the base of his cock. His hips moved as he began to fuck her face.

“That’s a good little slut,” she said. - he sang. “You don’t have to be so smart when your mouth can do magic like that. How do you like it when my cock is in your mouth?”

She moaned around his cock, feeling dirty and hot at the same time. He was old enough to be her grandfather, but she wanted more of his cock. Her eyes filled with tears as he fucked her throat.

“Want me to fuck your tight little pussy, slut?” - Professor Slughorn demanded.

Yes, God, how much she wanted that cock in her pussy. It didn't matter that it was wrong. That it was her teacher and that he was taking advantage of what that plant was doing to her. She needed to be fucked.

Professor Slughorn took her off his cock, hauled her to her feet, and bent her over his desk. His hands stroked her young, flexible ass. “You girls all wear these short skirts,” she said. He groaned as he pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, pushing them in and out until she was dry. "Tease. You know what you're doing. I bet you all want old Slughorn's cock. Now you get it.

He removed his fingers and adjusted his cock before ramming it in. He fucked her mercilessly, squeezing her head against his desk and rode her young body as hard as he could.

“Everyone just wants me to fuck you like that,” he said. He groaned, his balls clenching at the thought. "I did well, but maybe it's time to give you some credit." What. You. Want". With every word he rammed harder and harder into her young pussy. The thought of so many more pussies waiting for his cock was too much for him as he unloaded his seed into her.

As she felt his cock swell inside her, Hermione handed him the camera, her pussy clenching around him and milking the professor for all she could. She was just beginning to realize what kind of monster she might have unleashed on the poor girls at this school.

He pulled her hair, pulled her head back and ran his mustache over her sensitive neck. "You won't tell anyone about this, you understand, whore?" he asked. Only then did Hermione realize that he was holding his wand in his other hand as he cast a tongue-tie charm on her, ensuring that every time she tried to speak, her tongue was tied and nothing came out.

“Go have breakfast,” he said. - ordered Professor Slughorn and got out of her. “And I can’t wait to take that sweet cunt again.”

Shame filled her as Hermione grabbed her cloak and ran out of the room. To her horror, she discovered that he hadn't even stripped her naked. He fucked her in uniform and she still came.

“I am a whore”; - she whispered and ran out of the dungeon as if the dogs of hell were on her heels. And in a way it was. But she never ran fast enough.

At the foot of the grand staircase she saw that several students had already stood up. But she caught a woman coming down the stairs.Hermione is focused.

Professor Sprout came down now with an hourglass figure and huge breasts. Her normally wild hair was now smooth and tamed and she looked younger. And absolutely great.

While Professor Sprout was talking to Filch about the plant, Filch seemed to unleash the plant on the poor professor.

This was confirmed when she saw Sprout grab the seventh grader and drag him into the closet in the stairwell.

This is how Hermione went from trying to have everything to being completely independent.again.



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