Hermione Granger x Original Character (Professor Hermione) (Patreon)

Intro

Hermione Granger, now the Potions teacher at Hogwarts, started quickly and was one of the youngest professors. She really enjoyed teaching since she had tutored Ron and Harry before. Teaching different ages gave her a nice change each time, making it less dull.

Change

After a long and exhausting day of teaching, Professor Hermione Granger was approached by one of her Slytherin students named Henri Gamp. He politely asked if they could discuss his homework on love potions. Despite Hermione's strong opposition to teaching spells or potions that take away someone's free will, the Ministry had yet to change their stance on it. In fact, she had tasked her class with finding out if there were any other such potions in existence.

Henri seemed eager to share something he discovered during his research and Hermione couldn't help but feel intrigued. She gestured for him to follow her as they made their way towards her office. As they walked down the dimly lit hallway, she couldn't help but wonder what new information Henri might have uncovered.

Once inside her office, Hermione settled into her chair while Henri stood before her desk looking both excited and nervous at the same time. "What did you find?" she asked curiously.

Henri was a skilled student, consistently turning in homework on time and putting forth great effort on tests. He always aimed to excel, despite occasional setbacks. Additionally, he demonstrated remarkable talent at a young age.

"Professor, I came across this text about a form of control. Do you happen to know more about it?" Henri asked as he handed over the book opened to the correct page.

"This is excellent research work, Mr. Gamp," Hermione replied after reviewing the book's contents. "However, it won't help with your homework assignments. May I ask why you were looking into this topic? The book seems to focus primarily on hypnosis spells."

"I just stumbled upon it in the library," Herni lied smoothly, hoping to catch his sexy professor Hermione Granger's attention. He had been eyeing her for a while now and was determined to impress her with his knowledge of obscure magical theory.

As Hermione patiently explained the finer points of the book he had supposedly "stumbled upon", Herni couldn't help but admire her intelligence and beauty. She seemed to know everything about magic, and he was eager to learn more from her.

After what felt like hours of intense discussion, Hermione finally finished answering all of Herni's questions. As she glanced at the clock on the wall, she realized that it was almost curfew time and sighed inwardly.

"Alright well is there anything else you would like to know about Mr Gamp?" she asked him politely, ready to send him back to his dormitory before they both got into trouble with headmistress McGonagall.

"Professor, could we try a demonstration or something similar?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gamp, but I won't use these spells on my students," Hermione replied firmly.

"If you don't mind, I could try them on you for educational purposes only," he said innocently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gamp, but I don't think it would be wise. If one of my colleagues were around, it might be acceptable, but not when there are only two of us," she said firmly.

"I understand, Professor. I just really wanted to see something like this," he replied.

"Alright then, Mr. Gamp. I hope I didn't discourage you from your studies by not giving you an example," she told him.

"No, of course not Professor. I'm more motivated than ever now. Thank you for your time." Henri left Hermione's office and returned to his dormitory.

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The next lesson, Henri presented his homework to Professor Granger and prepared to try again in a different way. Hermione explained more about love potions during class, emphasizing that they create dark and harmful situations when used on others. Additionally, children conceived through love potions may never experience true love.

"This is why many in the ministry want to ban love potions altogether," she told her class. She wasn't part of the ministry, but she hoped to encourage her students to work towards changing the law.

"Hey Mr. Gamp, what do you need?" Hermione inquired as they were the only ones left in the room.

"I was wondering if you could explain why the ministry won't change the law?" he asked.

Henri wasn't interested in his professor's long rant. He wanted to be alone with hermione. Henri had practiced a spell on an object that allowed him to hypnotize anyone who focused on it. He successfully used the spell on a female classmate in the library and now planned to use it on Hermione.

"Sure, Mr. Gamp," Hermione said with a smile. She noticed how his face lit up whenever she smiled at him, and it made her feel good to know that she could make someone's day just by being friendly.

"Alright, Professor," Henri replied eagerly before leaving the classroom. He couldn't wait to return after dinner and learn more from such an intelligent teacher like Hermione.

Later that evening, Henri arrived at Hermione's classroom promptly after finishing his meal. He knocked on the door politely and waited for her response. As he stood there waiting, he couldn't help but think about all the fascinating things they had discussed in class earlier that day - everything from ancient spells to modern-day wizarding technology.

Finally, the door opened and Hermione greeted him warmly with a smile. "Welcome back, Mr. Gamp," she said kindly as she gestured for him to come inside.

Henri couldn't contain his excitement as he entered the room and took his seat once again in front of this brilliant professor who always seemed to have something new and exciting to teach him.

"Thanks for your time, professor. I appreciate it," he said. Hermione smiled in response.

Hermione sat behind her desk, surrounded by stacks of scrolls and parchments. She was explaining the intricate workings of the Ministry to Henri, who seemed disinterested in what she had to say. Instead, he fidgeted with an object that he had enchanted to hypnotize his professor - a simple feather that he moved back and forth in front of him.

Despite Hermione's best efforts at engaging Henri in conversation about the Ministry's policies, it was clear that his mind was elsewhere. His heart raced as he watched Hermione's gaze fixate on the feather; could it be possible that his little enchantment was actually working on one of the most brilliant minds in hogwarts.

As Henri continued to move the feather slowly back and forth before Hermione's eyes, she began speaking more slowly than before. Her voice took on a dreamy quality as if she were under some sort of spell or trance.

Henri couldn't believe what was happening - somehow, against all odds, he had managed to hypnotize Professor Granger! He felt both exhilarated and terrified at once; after all, this wasn't something you did every day.

For several minutes they sat like this: Henri moving the feather ever so slightly while Hermione spoke softly and slowly about various aspects of Ministry policy.

"And that's why it's not easy to change a simple law about love potions or any other mind-altering spells," Hermione explained. She struggled to form coherent sentences, her focus on the feather swaying back and forth.

Henri turned to the professor with a grateful smile on his face. "You know professor," he said, "you've been really helpful in guiding me through this course. I couldn't have done it without your assistance." He paused for a moment, glancing down at the feather in his hand before continuing. "Would you like to help me some more?" he asked, knowing full well that Hermione was entranced by its delicate beauty.

To Henri's relief, Hermione's response was immediate and positive. "Yes," she replied calmly and in a single tone of voice, making it clear that she was fully under his control. Henri felt a surge of power rush through him as he realized just how much influence he had over her now. With Hermione by his side, there was no limit to what they could achieve together - and all thanks to the power of the feather!

"From now on, you'll love me. Even though I'm a student and you're a teacher, you'll be in love with me. You'll try to get my attention during your classes and do anything I want," he said, already enjoying his thoughts.

"When we're alone, you'll treat me like your god and do anything I ask of you," he added.

"Additionally, when I say 'mudblood-slave,' you will go back into a trance."

Hermione sat motionless, nodding slightly to all of his post-hypnotic commands.

“Alright then. Hello, Professor? Wake up,” he said.

“What happened, Mr. Gamp?” Hermione was confused but willing to do whatever he wanted.

"You spaced out for a second, professor. Do you need anything?" he asked.

Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She knew what she had to say, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. Finally, with a deep breath, she forced them out.

“I-I want you,” she confessed, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I want to serve and obey and do anything you want.”

As soon as the words left her lips, she felt a mixture of relief and fear wash over her. What if he rejected her? What if he found her too eager or desperate?

But when Herni looked at her with pleasure written all over his face, all those fears melted away like snow on a sunny day.

He took a step closer to her and reached out to touch the side of her face gently. "You have no idea how happy it makes me hear you say that," he said softly.

And just like that, something shifted between them - something electric and charged with desire.

"Well...", he said, his voice laced with desire and a little bit of hesitation. He had always been the dominant one in their relationship, but tonight he wanted to test just how far she was willing to go for him. "Why don't you show me just how much you want to serve and obey me?" His eyes never left her as he spoke those words, searching for any hint of reluctance or uncertainty.

She looked at him, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement. She knew this was what he wanted from her - complete submission - and she was more than willing to give it to him. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she began to unbutton her shirt.

As each button came undone, revealing more of her skin beneath the fabric, his desire grew stronger. He could feel himself becoming harder with every inch of flesh that was exposed before him.

Finally, when there were no more buttons left to undo, she let the shirt fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Standing there in nothing but a bra and panties now, she felt vulnerable yet empowered all at once.

He stepped closer then; close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck as he whispered into her ear: "Good girl."

Henri, a young and confident student, approached his professor Hermione Granger with a daring request. "Now professor why don't you start dancing for me nice and slow alright?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. To Henri's surprise, the usually serious and studious Hermione agreed to indulge him.

Hermione began swaying her hips in front of Henri as he watched intently. Her wide hips moved back and forth in an alluring rhythm that captivated Henri's attention. He couldn't help but feel a sense of power over his Professor who was now performing an erotic dance just for him.

"Call me master," Henri commanded Hermione, feeling emboldened by her willingness to fulfill his desires.

"Yes master," Hermione responded obediently while raising her arms above her head and sinking down onto her knees. As she continued to move seductively before him, Henri felt like he had achieved something remarkable - getting his respected Professor to submit to him completely.

The scene played out for several minutes until finally, it came to an end when Hermione stood up straight again. Despite feeling slightly embarrassed about what had transpired between them.

"ask me to join you in the bedroom." he said.

"Would you like to join me, master?" Hermione asked as she held out her hand. Without hesitation, he took her hand and followed her towards the bedroom. As they entered the room, he sat down on the bed while Hermione stood before him.

Without wasting any time, he commanded her to beg for his pleasure. "Beg me to suck my cock, slave," he demanded in a low voice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine.

Feeling submissive and eager to please him, Hermione got down on her knees before him and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please let me suck your cock, master...please!" she begged earnestly.

He watched as she submitted herself completely to his will and felt a surge of dominance wash over him. Taking hold of her hair firmly but gently, he guided her head towards his throbbing member and allowed himself to fully indulge in the sensation of being worshipped by this beautiful woman who was all too willing to submit herself entirely into his hands.

Hermione slowly unzipped Henri's pants, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she revealed his rock hard member. She couldn't resist running her fingertips along the length of it before taking it firmly in her hands and giving it a few teasing strokes.

But Henri was not satisfied with just that. He demanded more from his submissive slave. "I said suck, slave," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance.

Without hesitation, Hermione obediently complied with her master's command. "Yes, Master," she whispered meekly before quickly putting Henri's member in her mouth and starting to suck him off eagerly. The taste of him filled her senses as she worked tirelessly to please him and show just how devoted she was to fulfilling his every desire.

Hermione was on her knees in front of Henri, eagerly taking his hard cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue to swirl around the tip with each stroke. Henri couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure as he felt the warmth and wetness of Hermione's mouth enveloping him completely. He reached down to run his fingers through her hair, encouraging her to take him deeper and deeper. Hermione was an expert at giving head, teasing him mercilessly before finally taking him all the way in until she could feel his length hitting the back of her throat. The sensation was almost too much for Henri to handle as he gripped onto Hermione's hair tightly, unable to contain himself any longer.

As Henri felt himself getting closer to the edge, he pulled Hermione off of him and stood her up. "Bend over," he commanded, his voice still dripping with dominance.

Hermione eagerly complied, bending over and presenting herself to her master. Henri couldn't resist running his hands over her perfect ass, admiring the way it looked as she waited for him to take control. With a swift motion, he pulled down her panties and spanked her hard on the bare skin. Hermione let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain, reveling in the feeling of being completely under Henri's control.

Henri continued to spank Hermione, each slap sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned and writhed under his touch, completely lost in the moment. Henri could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched her respond to him so eagerly.

Finally, Henri couldn't take it anymore. He positioned himself behind Hermione and entered her with one swift thrust. She let out a loud moan as he filled her completely, his cock pulsing inside of her. Henri began to move in and out of Hermione slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being deep inside of her.

As Henri picked up the pace, Hermione's moans grew louder and more urgent. She pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with enthusiasm. Henri could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as he pounded into her relentlessly. Finally, with a loud groan of pleasure, he came deep inside of her.

After they both caught their breath, Henri pulled Hermione into his arms and kissed her deeply. They both knew that this was just the beginning of a long night filled with pleasure and exploration.

Henri, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and guilt, stood at the door to his professor's room. He had just engaged in an intimate encounter with her that left her completely hypnotized and passed out on the bed. As he gathered his things and prepared to leave, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. Despite his initial reservations about crossing such a boundary with someone in a position of authority over him, Henri found himself unable to resist the temptation.

Now as he looked back at her sleeping form, Henri couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would she remember anything when she woke up? Would their relationship be forever changed by this moment? These thoughts swirled around in his head as he quietly slipped out of the room, leaving behind both his professor and any sense of certainty about what was to come next.