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Hermione giggles as she leads the three muggles into hers and Ron’s London Apartment. The men, every last one of them black skinned and sizable enough, glance around the place suspiciously, frowns on their faces.

“Look, girl… this all sounds real nice, but where’s the catch? You gonna cry rape afterwards?”

Another giggle escapes from the brunette witch as she whirls around, wearing nothing but a short sundress and a smile. Placing her arms behind her back, Hermione juts out her breasts a little, her smile wide and toothy.

“No catch! And don’t worry, no one will ever know what happens between us. Especially not my husband~”

That gets their attention, and the leader of the three snorts derisively.

“Ah, there’s the catch. Lemme guess, your white-ass husband is a tiny-dicked idiot who can’t satisfy you in bed.”

Hermione’s smile turns into a hungry grin as she reaches up and pulls down one strap of her sundress teasingly.

“Nailed it in one~”

The three average-looking men glance at one another in silent conversation. All three are friends, friends who have known each other for quite some time. After all, Hermione had picked up the trio at a pub of all places, plying them with drinks until the end of the game. None of them were actively drunk at this point, but there was definitely some tipsiness going on. Meanwhile, it was clear that Hermione was as fresh as a daisy… and as cute as one too.

With the door to the apartment closed and them standing there arrayed before her, Hermione can’t help but begin to grow aroused from the situation she’s put herself in. Her face pinks up and she nibbles at her lower lip as she twists this way and that, the bottom of her sundress whirling with her each time. Finally, the black men seem to come to a mutual decision, and as one they turn to her as the leader speaks up again.

“Fine then. Show us the goods, sweetheart.”

Hermione’s eyes light up, and she does exactly that, tugging down the other strap of her sundress and then pulling the whole thing down her body. Her shapely, naked breasts are exposed first, and then the short, skimpy dress is over her wide hips as well. She really wasn’t wearing anything but the sundress and a smile in the end, having kicked off her high-heeled sandals when she stepped through the door.

Now, she’s wearing nothing at all but that silly, lustful smile, her body on full display before three, hungry black men. The men eye her up and down, and one of them has to adjust themselves every few seconds as they stare. Finally, the leader grunts and beckons her closer.

“Well? You come to us. Show us how much you want us.”

Licking her lips, Hermione can’t help but grin.

“Wait… before we begin, I want to do something else.”

Then, she hops out of the living room and into her and Ron’s bedroom. She hadn’t brought her wand with her to the pub, as she hadn’t exactly had pockets or sleeves to put it in. Grabbing it from it’s resting place on her nightstand, Hermione practically skips back to the living room, where the men she’s procured for the evening’s delights stand, confused. Grinning, Hermione spins the piece of magical wood along her fingers.

“The heck is that?”

Giggling, Hermione winks.

“Would you believe it if I told you it’s my magic wand?”

Once again, the men exchange glances. Hermione can read the looks on their faces. Now they think the real catch has exposed itself. Hermione is proving herself to be a loon with this little act. Well, the brunette won’t deny that she’s a bit weird, but she’s definitely not delusional. Before the leader can open his mouth and declare her such, Hermione points her wand at him and casts a silent Levitation Charm.

The black man’s eyes go wide, as do the eyes of his two friends as he comes off the ground.

“What the fuck?!”

“The hell is going on?!”

“H-Holy shit dude, you’re floating!”

Hermione grins all the wider still, and after a moment, she cancels the levitation charm and the man drops back to the ground, managing to land on his feet as he stares at her in slight fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you… not going to hurt any of you~ I just want to augment our fun a little. Wouldn’t you all like that?”

None of them seem entirely confident in that. Hermione doesn’t bother waiting for an answer though, instead the beautiful, young witch simply begins to cast. Her wand swishes and flicks through the air as the ‘smartest witch of her age’ proves she deserves the title once more, with a barrage of silent casting that sees all three black men growing taller and wider, their bodies becoming musclebound and their clothing stretching to the point that they have to begin stripping to avoid it tearing off of them.

The final touch comes in their crotch regions, and Hermione greatly enjoys watching them all pull off their boxers, even as their dark, average members grow to truly gargantuan sizes.

“Jesus…”

“This… f-fuck me, magic is real?”

Giggling again, Hermione gives the three men a wink and places a finger from her empty hand to her lips.

“Shh, don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret~”

The leader of the trio of black men, now the biggest, beefiest, most well-endowed of the bunch, stares at her for a long moment, eyeing her naked form up and down. His cock is already half-hard, but its growing harder all the faster, and his friends are becoming more and more erect as well. Reaching down, the man takes his new member in his hand and wags it at her.

“You want me to fuck you with THIS?”

Her ever-present grin only grows wider as Hermione gives a cutesy little shrug, and sways her wide hips this way and that.

“I want all three of you to fuck me with those big, hard, juice black cocks, well into the morning. The magic will eventually wear off unfortunately… but until then, you three can use me however you like.”

There’s another silent conversation between the three friends, but Hermione isn’t worried. She’d plied them with drinks and now she’d given them the best-looking bodies they’d ever had. Surely that was enough to get the foursome she so desperately desired, right? Judging by the determined looks in the eyes of all three men when they finally look back at her, she’s absolutely right.

Striding forward with his friends behind him, the leader reaches out and grabs Hermione by a fist full of her brunette locks. A gasp leaves the slutty witch’s throat, and she hastily puts her wand down on the dining table right behind her, even as she gets forced to her knees a moment later. The big, meaty black cock she’s endowed the man with slaps her in the face with quite the satisfying sound, and a long, loud moan leaves Hermione’s lips as her eyes flutter shutter and her tongue slips out to lick at it.

A deep chuckle reverberates from the beefy black man’s throat, even as he guides the tip of his member up to her pouty lips, rubbing it all over her mouth. Hermione continues to moan, even as she happily submits, opening up to his massive, baseball bat sized cockhead. Luckily, she’d cast some magic on herself before she’d even left the apartment, not knowing for sure that she’d even make it back without getting fucked in some side alley somewhere.

As such, the young witch’s jaw stretches obscenely wide in order to accommodate the giant black dick she’s given the man standing before her, and as his length slides down her throat, Hermione swallows continuously, suppressing her gag reflex and massaging his length with her neck.

“S-Shit, she’s a damn good cocksucker… don’t forget about my friends though bitch.”

On cue, the other two men step to either side of her. Hermione is quick to bring up her hands. Her dainty fingers can’t quite reach around the entirety of their girthy schlongs, but she does her best to stroke them off all the same, even as the leader grabs her head with both hands and finally begins to face fuck her. Without the pain and discomfort that would normally come from such a thing, with her magic protecting her from those problems… Hermione is in heaven, being used and abused as she is by the well-hung black man.

The three muggles certainly seem to be enjoying themselves as well, both their new forms and her subservience leaving them quite pleased. As the leader’s cock pistons in and out of her throat, causing involuntary tears to streak down her cheeks and slobber to collect on her chin and then fall off onto her chest, his friends groan under the dexterous use of her hands, their hot, throbbing meat pulsating in her grip as she does her absolute best to bring them both to completion with nothing but hand jobs.

She fails, ultimately, and when the first of the beefcakes cums down her throat, she swallows every last drop and then turns to face one of the others, her hand moving back to the leader’s and her mouth sliding over the cockhead of one of his friends. Hermione’s head bobs up and down happily as she sucks on this new, thick, massive schlong, and she continually swallows his shaft in order to keep from choking and gagging on his dick.

Soon enough, the brunette witch is taking another load of seed down her throat. She manages it just like the last thanks to the magic she’d cast on herself, and after that, it’s a simple matter of repeating the feat with the third member of the trio she’s managed to draw back to her apartment. Once all three beefcakes have cum in her throat, Hermione pulls back and grins wickedly up at them all, licking her lips needily.

“Is that all you’ve got? I sure hope not.”

The leader’s eyes widen in surprise and a bit of anger, and the next thing Hermione knows, she’s up off of her knees and spun around. The big black man viciously bends her over her own dining room table with one hand on the back of her head, grinding her face into the wood finish. The other hand slips under her hips and pulls up, forcing her ass to rise into the air to meet his massive member.

A guttural moan leaves Hermione’s lips as she feels his meaty length slap against her big, fat bubble butt. He hot dogs her for a moment, snorting and grunting as he does so. Then, he pulls back and guides the tip of his cock into her exposed, sopping wet pussy lips, pressing up against her slit and slowly flowering it over his massive dick tip.

“You wanna see what we’ve got slut? Fine then, you’ll see what we’ve got.”

Hermione wiggles in anticipation, and then he’s inside of her and a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure is leaving the brunette’s throat as she happily takes the massive member deep inside of her elasticized cunt. Thanks to her magic, her pussy is just as capable of taking the gigantic dick she’s given the black man as her throat was, and even as he presses against the entrance of her womb, her cervix simply gives way before his cockhead. He stretches her womb out around his dick like a condom, and the pleasure Hermione feels sends her right over the edge as a massive orgasm hits her.

“OOOH FUUUUCK YESSSSS!!!”

“Shut up you stupid cunt! Whores don’t speak!”

His hand grips her hair and pulls back for a moment, only to slam her face down into the wood table. It doesn’t truly hurt, Hermione had made sure of that beforehand as well… but the physical abuse adds a new level of humiliation and pleasure for the masochistic, submissive little witch. Hermione has a fetish for rape a mile wide, that much is for sure, and having the black man she’d invited into her home treating her so cruelly only increases her euphoria.

On either side of him, his friends watch on, their cocks in hand as they stroke off to the sight of him breaking the white witch bitch. There’s some nervousness of course, as they all saw her do magic, and they all know what she’s capable of. Almost as an afterthought, one of the men grabs Hermione’s wand from where she’s left it on the table, only a few inches from her. She sees him take it, but with his friend’s hand on the back of her head, holding her down, she doesn’t see exactly where the beefcake goes with it, moving off to hide it somewhere else in the apartment.

In that moment, she’s truly helpless, in a way. Not that Hermione had any intention of stopping the three men anyways. She wanted them to hurt her, she WANTED them to abuse and use her to their heart’s content. Still, once the wand is hidden, the one fucking her begins to rail into her all the harder, his big black cock, the biggest, blackest cock she’s ever had, pistoning in and out of her stretched cunt hole time and time again.

She’s orgasming almost nonstop now, and her pussy walls are clenching down upon his thrusting length almost rhythmically, every last second of the brutal, rough pounding. In the end, she milks his release from him, and his seed fills her womb to the utter brim and then some, packing her up and bloating her belly. Hermione groans into the table beneath her, her fingers clawing at the wood as she feels her womb distend mightily from the amount of white, hot seed that the big beefy black man is pumping into her.

It feels so damn good… and when he pulls out of her gaping cunt and his seed follows shortly after, that feels pretty fucking good as well. Of course, then the man steps away and is replaced by one of his friends. The second to fuck her is no less brutal than his leader, though there’s a bit less magic in the act, since Hermione made sure to give the one in charge the biggest dick of them all. Still, ‘biggest’ in this case only means about one to two inches longer, and maybe a quarter inch thicker in the end. The massive cock that pierces into her core is more than large enough to keep her stretched out, and it easily slams into her already stuffed womb.

If the black man is disappointed in taking his friend’s sloppy seconds, he doesn’t show it, even as he pounds her into the dining table with just as much force as the first one. His hands grab hold of her hips and his dark fingers squeeze into her pale, white flesh as he rails her harder and harder. The leader’s cum splashes out of Hermione’s cunt from the intense fucking, displaced by the new, throbbing cock buried deep inside of her mewling quim. A puddle of fluids, a mixture of seed and her own juices, spreads beneath Hermione’s shaking, wobbling legs, but it’s easy enough for the man fucking her to avoid, so he simply ignores it and continues to plow her to kingdom come.

Her eyes are half-rolled up inside of her skull, and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth in quite the lewd fashion by the time the second one finally cums inside of her, adding his spunk to the leader’s load. Hermione’s entire body is twitching, leaning heavily on her dining room table for support, even as her legs go a little bowed at the knees from the intense pounding she’s just received.

Then, the second black man is stepping away and letting the third take his place, and Hermione can’t help but shiver in anticipation as the third man grabs hold of her fat ass with both hands. A deep chuckle leaves his lips as he spreads her butt cheeks apart to reveal the pristine asshole sitting between them.

“Yeah, I thought so… slut like you would be ready to take it up the ass at a moment’s notice, wouldn’t you?”

Biting her lower lip, Hermione nods and lets out a needy ‘mmhmm’ noise, even as his friends look on with a bit of envy in their eyes. The one with his eyes on the prize meanwhile, simply brings his cockhead up to her sphincter, leaking precum as it is. He begins to press, and Hermione’s back door gives way before him. She had indeed prepared for this too, and just like her other two holes, her ass is completely ready for his cock.

That doesn’t mean her back door isn’t any tighter than any other girl’s would be though. A loud groan leaves Hermione’s throat as her asshole sucks the big, thick black dick deep inside of her bowels. Her butt muscles clench down around the man’s huge member, and he grunts, even as he digs his fingers into her bubble butt just like his friends did.

After a moment, he seems to think better of that, and his hands come up to slide under her, gripping her tits. F-Fuck, their leader might very well be the biggest of the three thanks to her magic, but so far, it’s this one that’s proving to be the most adventurous. Gripping at her pale breasts with his dark digits, the beefcake pulls her halfway off the dining table, even as he fucks into her from behind. The rough anal pounding sends Hermione right over the edge once more, and a happy, half-delirious cry escapes her lips as she orgasms on the spot.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her skull, the brunette witch simply takes the brutal butt fucking, the black stranger she’d brought into her home plowing her back door as hard as he can, even as the seed from his two friends spills out of her empty, half-agape cunt.

“Shit, look at this slut’s face man. She’s really getting into it.”

“Right, the fucking whore, she’s absolutely losing her mind. Fuck her ass harder bro. Heh, we’re going to addict this bitch to black cock.”

The man inside of her follows his domineering friend’s orders immediately, and a continuous happy cry leaves Hermione’s throat as she takes his cock all the deeper into her ass. The big man isn’t wrong… she’s not sure she’s going to come out the other end of this the same as she came into it. She’d always had a bit of a desire for black dick, wanting to try it out… but this was her first experience, and so far it was positively phenomenal.

Needless to say, Hermione wasn’t expecting it to dominate her life or anything. She wasn’t even intending to see these three particular ‘gentlemen’ again after tonight… the horny, slutty witch was far, FAR too perverse to be as vanilla as black dick forever. She had such ideas swirling around her intelligent mind.

For now though, she had no ideas up there at all. The one behind her, buried deep in her ass, was fucking her brains out, her ‘vaunted intelligence’ dribbling out of her ears as she came again and again and again, until finally her butt muscles milked his release from him. His seed fills her bowels, and Hermione cries out almost deliriously as she shakes and spasms in his grasp, her tits gripped by his large, black hands.

By the time he’s done cumming inside of her, she’s gone a bit limp, breathing shallowly as he drops her forward onto her own dining room table once more. There’s a few moments of silence, even as his cock slides out of her and his cum begins to follow. She’s made an absolute mess on the floor between her legs, but no one in the room cares about that. The trio of men she’s brought into her home are too busy trying to decide what they want to do next, and Hermione is too busy trying to put back together the fragments of her temporarily shattered mind, the pleasure breaking her for a moment.

Before she can fully recover from the brutal butt pounding, there’s a hand in her hair, and a strange feeling against her crotch.

“Stay still bitch. Time to clean you up.”

Hermione’s brow furrows in confusion, and then a moment later the bright witch realizes exactly what he’s about to do. The cold water that suddenly hits her cunt, spraying up into her pussy to clean out the majority of sticky, hot cum clinging to her inner walls, sends Hermione into involuntary convulsions that result in all three beefy black men holding her down.

The extendable sink faucet had sounded like such a good idea when she and Ron had first moved in. But then Ron had wanted to go a step further and make it an ‘ever-extending’ sink faucet. Hermione had told him there was no practical use to the thing… she hadn’t been thinking of uses like this one, but she had believed there would come a time when they’d end up with a mess because of it.

That time was now, it seemed. The water sprayed all over the dining room floor, the table… everything. Hermione was wide awake within moments of the cold liquid striking her cunt, and even though she squirmed and struggled, there was no escaping it as they hosed out her lower holes and then gave her an impromptu ‘bath’ for good measure.

She probably would have been more upset if she didn’t have magic to clean up after them, but since she did, the main thing Hermione felt was pleasure. Pleasure at being utterly humiliated and degraded by the three beefy black men she’d allowed into her home. Lust at being treated as less than human, even as they finished cleaning her off and the spray of water finally halted.

“Damn, that’s intense man. You sure she’s good?”

“Fuck, of course she’s good! Look at her. We just fucked her in every goddamn hole, and the hoe ain’t even bleeding! She’s magic… which means we can do whatever the fuck we want to her.”

Hermione liked the sound of that, and she did her best to express her lust and desire for more by moaning wantonly and wiggling her ass back in their direction, even as her now wet body rubbed against the also wet wood table.

“Heh, see? Fuck, let’s move this to the bedroom, tired of standing for this shit.”

“Hell yeah man, let’s do this.”

All three participate in grabbing her slippery ass up. Hermione squeals in playful delight, even as they carry her between them into hers and Ron’s bedroom. She’s promptly throne down on the mattress, the water covering her body getting everywhere. Hermione doesn’t care though, all she cares about is being fucked some more by the huge black beefcakes she’s created.

Luckily, they’re just as interested in fucking her some more. Soon enough, she finds herself manhandled into position by the trio, forced to impale herself on one massive black cock as its owner lays back on the bed, only to take another massive black cock up her ass. Finally, the leader outright stands on the bed, his feet on either side of his friend’s head as he crouches down and grabs hold of Hermione’s wet brown hair. The brunette witch’s eyes go wide as he shoves his member into her mouth and down her throat, but she just goes right back to swallowing, even as he begins to piston in and out of her esophagus.

They’re all fucking her now, all three gigantic schlongs pistoning in and out of her holes as she’s bounced up and down on the dick she’s seated on. It’s euphoric, being used in such a way by three, big strong men. At least… it’s euphoric at first. Hermione, even with all of her intelligence, has forgotten one simple fact. She layered her own enchantments on herself… over three hours before she enchanted the men currently plowing her.

Everything is orgasms and blowjobs to begin with. Then, as Hermione’s spells slowly begin to wear off, it becomes harder and harder for the witch to properly handle the cocks plowing her senseless. It starts with her throat.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Hermione’s eyes water as she finally begins to choke and gag on the huge member thrusting into her gullet.

“Hah, fucking slut couldn’t keep it up forever. Now we’re getting somewhere. Let’s ruin this bitch!”

Her pussy walls and her ass muscles clench down along the giant black dicks pistoning in and out of them at those words, and Hermione’s eyes roll back in her head, even as she slowly begins to lose consciousness from asphyxiation. The leader does seem to eventually realize she’s actually struggling, because he ultimately pulls out a few moments later and gives her a second to catch her breath. Only a second though, and then he’s back to stuffing as much of his cock down her throat as he can, shoving her nose into his pubes and smacking his balls up against her slobber-covered chin time and time again.

And all in all, as things get worse and worse… Hermione gets more and more aroused. She’s almost constantly orgasming, despite the slight pain in her poor ass, and the stretched feeling of her cunt. Thanks to the slow degradation of the spells, nothing gets torn or maimed. Hermione doesn’t suffer any injuries. But she does suffer the most brutal, orgasmic pounding of her young life, and by the time the trio of black men are done with her, the brunette witch is barely conscious, her eyes fluttering and her body rag dolling.

They cum inside of her holes, as they did before of course. She’s not quite able to swallow the leader’s seed this time though, and her womb isn’t quite as inflatable as before, leading to a whole lot more cum coming out of her face hole and her cunt. After, they force her to clean their cocks off with her mouth, and then they drag her ass back to the kitchen and hose her down again, seemingly as a courtesy.

Hermione ends up sprawled out on the soaked floor of her apartment, her legs wide-spread and cum leaking from her holes still, mixing with the water she’s drenched in, a pool forming beneath her. The big, black strangers she’d lured back to her place for a night of fun are grabbing their clothes and getting ready to leave. Their leader is the first to finish getting dressed, and he stands over her with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hey magic bitch. Hope it was everything you wanted, but me and the boys are gonna bounce now. You said something about this shit only being temporary… not sure how much time we got left, but figure, once I get a girl home, she ain’t gonna be able to tell the difference in the dark. Anyways, thanks for being our cum dump, I guess. Was fun. If you wanna do this again sometime, you know where to find us.”

He turns to leave, but he doesn’t get two feet before a red stunner to the back of his head takes him down. His friends go down just as quickly, as Hermione points her wand at each and silently casts a stupefy. The panting, breathless brunette stares at the three fallen beefcakes with something of a crazed smile on her face, even as she fiddles with her accio’d wand. It was one of the only spells she knew how to cast without an instrument LIKE the wand… an important spell indeed to be able to cast in a pinch.

Slowly, Hermione gets to her feet. She slips a few times, prompting her to cast at the floor to clean up the mess beneath her. At the same time, she begins to put the rest of the apartment to rights with her magic as well. She doesn’t bother with her own body though… it feels amazing, being so sore, being so used up. She’s trash, their garbage, the refuse that they were planning to leave behind so they could find other women to fuck with the bodies SHE’D given them.

Being so… thoroughly underappreciated made Hermione feels such pleasure. Grinning down at the stunned muggles, the naked girl wiggles her hips a little, and giggles as she saunters forward. Well, she tries to saunter forward. It’s more like a limp, after taking such massive cocks inside of her. Twirling her wand through her fingers, Hermione lets out a raspy sigh, her voice a bit fucked up by the hefty deep-throating her poor esophagus had been involved in.

“It was… it was everything I wanted. Mm, but unfortunately, I can’t exactly let you three just leave like you are. Statute of Secrecy and all. Hope you’ll understand… or not, since you unfortunately won’t remember any of this, hehe~ Still, I do indeed know where to find you three, if I want a repeat performance. Mm, let’s begin…”

As she finishes her slightly unhinged, one-sided conversation with the downed, unconscious black men, Hermione’s grin widens and she begins to cast with her wand. Removing the changes to their bodies and their genitals comes first, but after that is the memory charms. After what she’d had to do to her parents during Voldemort’s second reign, Hermione is quite decent at memory charms. She’d done a lot of research, and even some illegal practice on people who didn’t matter beforehand, just to make sure her memory charms on her parents would be absolutely perfect.

So perfect in fact, that she’d never bothered to go and retrieve them from Australia. She’d put so much work into fixing them up… it just didn’t seem necessary, in the end. Regardless, the memory charms she cast on the muggles before her now weren’t nearly as complex. Soon enough, she was floating the men out into the hallway. An ennervate and a confundus later, and all three were groaning and slowly making their way towards the elevator of the apartment complex. They wouldn’t remember where they’d been when they woke up later. They wouldn’t remember her or where she lived. And that was just the way she liked it.

Job done, the still-naked slut of a witch hums happily as she steps back into the apartment, putting things to right with every step she takes towards the bedroom. Cleaning up after the three black men is arousing in its own right, being forced to fix someone else’s mess. Only once the apartment is pristine again does Hermione go to the closet in her and Ron’s bedroom and slide open the door.

There Ron sits, looking more than a little upset as he is, tied to one of the dining room chairs and gagged quite effectively. He grumbles through the gag at her, and Hermione just giggles as she uses her wand to untie him and pull out the gag.

“The fuck was that, Mione?!”

Lifting a single brow, the brunette looks at her worthless husband like he’s nothing more than dirt on her shoe.

“And what is that supposed to mean, Ronald?”

Growling, the red head pushes past her towards the bathroom. He yells at her through the door, even as Hermione crosses her arms over her chest and frowns more and more.

“You were supposed to bring only one fucker home Hermione! Only one guy from the pub, that was it! And you spent so much damn time out in the kitchen and shit, what the hell was that about? I barely got to see anything, but what I did see… shit, what if they’d hurt you Hermione? You need to be more careful!”

He looked a mixture of worried for her and angry with her when he finally got out of the bathroom, but that didn’t stop him from proceeding to the kitchen to make himself some food. Hermione follows, rolling her eyes.

“Honestly Ronald, I was perfectly safe. Didn’t you enjoy seeing me used like a little whore by those three beefcakes? Didn’t it get you so hot?”

She tries for a sultry voice, hoping to tease her worthless husband with his own kinks. Instead, it’s Ron’s turn to frown, even as he starts to slap together a sandwich.

“That’s besides the point Hermione. If we can’t play these games safely… we shouldn’t be playing them at all. I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt and I was forced to watch, unable to do anything about it. Shit, that’s what some parts of tonight felt like for me. It wasn’t sexy at all then.”

Hermione’s seductive smile drops, but Ron doesn’t notice as he begins to eat his sandwich right there at the kitchen counter, ravenously hungry from the look of things. Her face becomes suspiciously blank, as she steps away from the kitchen and into the bedroom. Her words do reach her husband though, even as she moves towards the bathroom to take a shower.

“Fine Ron! We’ll figure something out, okay?”

“That’s all I wanted sweetheart!”

As Hermione steps into the shower and turns the hot water on, letting it blast over her, she closes her eyes and imagines its one of the muggles, spraying her with the extendable faucet again. It’s a little too hot for that though, so she turns it cold and shivers under the freezing spray.

Fine… if Ron didn’t want to participate, Hermione could live with that. She just wouldn’t include him anymore. Because there was one thing the busty brunette witch knew for sure. She wasn’t stopping, and she wasn’t dialing it back either. Tonight had been the most amazing feeling she’d ever experienced, even better than their weekly sessions with Harry.

She needed more… and she wasn’t going to get that with her spineless coward of a husband looking over her shoulder. Neither could she get it from Harry, due to their friendship.

No, if Hermione wanted to experience that sensation of being nothing but a group of men’s meat puppet again… she’d have to seek it out herself, by herself. And in the end, that was perfectly fine with her.