Potions Mishap (Patreon)

Truth be told I'm not sure what to say about this one. It's pretty straightforward overall and I tried to end it in a slightly more risque manner than usual. Hopefully it paid off!

Hermione stumbled out of Potion class and down the corridor as fast as her trembling legs could carry her. She didn't care about what Professor Snap said as she hurried out of the room. She didn't have time to say anything to Harry and Ron. She didn't even have the wherewithal to stop herself from moaning like a bitch in heat as the aphrodisiac she'd accidentally created, then gassed herself with started taking effect. The one and only thought occupying her mind was getting as far away from anyone she knew as fast as humanly possible. She had to find some dark, hidden corner of the dungeons before it was too late. Before whatever was making her body ache with lust and her mind go blank was able to consume her. But the effects were acting much faster than she anticipated. Barely ten steps away from her class and she was already sliding a hand down between her tightly clenched thighs to push against her damp pussy and rub herself through her robes and underwear. Even through multiple layers of clothes the stimulation to her wantonly aroused sex was enough to make her moan loudly and with more passion than she'd ever moaned before. Her free hand instinctively jumped to one of her small, perky breasts a moment later to start groping and fondling her equally sensitive tits. It felt so unaccountably good she almost stopped in the middle of the corridor to pleasure herself. Thankfully she had just enough self control to pull her hands away one last time and stagger into an empty classroom moments before her body was ravished by a toe curling, mind altering climax.

There wasn't even enough time for her to close the door before she sank to her knees and groaned like a wild animal as thick, creamy fluids gushed from her virgin pussy. In the blink of an eye her already sodden underwear was coated in the wet, sloppy evidence of her mistake while a dark stain spread across her bunched up robes. Of course in the heat of the moment Hermione couldn't even process that much as the fumes of her accidental creation fully consumed her thoughts and eroded any sense she might've clung to. For the first time in her young life she was experiencing true ecstasy. Not the furtive rubbing of her sex late at night nor the timid stimulation of a Muggle shower head against her aching vulva but true, unbridled ecstasy the likes of which she'd never dreamed possible. Her eyes rolled backwards in her head as her back arched so violently it looked as it had broken and her knees spread out across the floor until her aching slit was almost pressed flat against the stone. Unable to provide anymore pleasure than she was already experiencing and in no state to try her hands simply pressed flat against the ground behind her while she bucked her hips and grinded against the floor as best she could, a slimy puddle of arousal forming across the surface almost instantly. A series of ever more guttural, throaty screams burst from her lips whenever she could suck in enough air to unleash them. The entire classroom and the corridors beyond were filled with the sound of her unrepentant pleasure and she didn't even have the wherewithal to notice or care. As long as the pleasure continued to course through her nothing else mattered.

But awkwardly grinding against the floor wasn't enough after a few seconds. Though assuaged for a few moments the fire raging inside her body flared up brighter than ever well before her first orgasm had even begun to subside. And consumed as she was by an intense need to satiate the burning lust that'd so completely taken over her body Hermione did the only thing that made sense. Rolling onto her stomach she plunged her hands down between her legs and started rubbing at her pussy with a passion beyond anything she was capable of before. Too overcome to even remove her panties she simply pushed and kneaded, and massaged her aching vulva as much as she could, all the inexperience she had with sexual matters shining through more and more with every passing second. Instead of allaying the unsatisfied agony she felt it only seemed to grow stronger thanks to her ineffective movements. While the classroom was filled with her breathy squeals and the wet squish of her sodden panties being mashed against her slit the intensity within her wasn't abated in the least. Every so often her clumsy, inexpert movements would give her the smallest flash of ecstasy as her fingers brushed against the swollen bud at the crest of her pussy for a moment. Unfortunately she was far too mindlessly overcome to have any way of repeating the process. She could only tear away her useless, troublesome underwear after a minute or two and rub herself bare. Throwing the soaked, useless garment away without a second thought she plunged as many fingers as she could fit into her tight, virginal cunt and started wriggling them around like a woman possessed. The pleasure she so desperately craved arrived as her inner walls clamped down around the intruding digits and a flood of creamy arousal gushed in sudden spurts onto the ground. But even that wasn't enough. After how long it'd taken her to reach that point even fingering herself wasn't enough to quell the storm of lust tearing through her body and eroding her mind.

Yet in spite of that she was still consumed by a second explosive orgasm before her flailing limbs could manage to do anything else. Indeed before she could even think to pull her fingers from her pussy a fresh torrent of arousal sprayed from the depths of her sex to arc across the classroom and splash against the far wall some four meters away. It was quickly joined by another as her hips instinctively bucked in time with another release and more of her pungent fluids were sprayed all across the once clean room. Every time her body spasmed hard enough to make her muscles ache and her sanity slip a little further away it was accompanied by a fountain of pussy juice and although the amount was slowly decreasing she'd still soaked herself from the waist down and created numerous puddles all across the stone. Every centimeter of the classroom smelled like her rampantly aroused sex and even the corridor beyond was beginning to stink of her too. By the time she managed to successfully remove her fingers from her sex she'd unleashed such a massive quantity of fluids it seemed impossible there were any left inside her body. But as she would soon find out there seemingly weren't any limits to the depths of her newfound depravity. Rising up on shaking feet she staggered towards one of the nearby desks, barely reaching it before her knees buckled beneath her. Thankfully she was able to slump across the smooth wooden surface and wriggle her way across it like a fish flopping about out of water. Still panting and moaning she exerted what little control over her body she had to bring her cunt against the nicely rounded edge of the desk. The instant her clit and aching vulva made contact with the rigid surface she let out a genuinely manic scream. Another, vastly smaller jet of fluid sprayed from her slit from that stimulation alone. But rather than grinding away immediately she hiked up her robes until they couldn't possibly get in the way. As soon as they were bunched up around her chest and everything below her waist was exposed to stifling air she could finally start pleasuring herself.

Or at least that would've been the plan had a snide, condescending voice not called out, “Running away from your failure Granger? I should've known a Mudblood can't . . . handle . . . Oh my God . . .”

Whirling around to see Draco Malfoy and a number of other Slytherin students standing assembled at the doorway Hermione moaned like a feral animal, “Help me!” She growled, pulling her robes off entirely and turning towards them, “Fuck me!” She demanded as she lurched towards them wearing nothing but her trainers, “Fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee!”

Just about every student there recoiled but while those behind him could retreat into the safety of the corridor beyond Malfoy had no such luck, “What are you doing Granger?!”

“FUCK ME!” She screamed as she tackled him to the ground and straddled his waist, her hips grinding furiously against his cock through his clothing, “FUCK ME!”

Malfoy looked to his companions for help but found none of them left to save him. He looked back at Hermione with a wide eyed stare, his lips quivering as he whispered, “Oh God . . .”