So Much Better [Cormac McLaggen x Hermione Granger] - Prompt Winner (Patreon)

Synopsis: Professor Slughorn wasn't a blood supremacist, but he was certainly an elitist. He had high hopes for Granger, but seeing her falling for the Weasley boy, he felt betrayed.

To right the wrongs and make a remarkable witch out of Hermione Granger, he chose to become the secret matchmaker and set her with none other than the decent man from a good family, Cormac McLaggen—a choice so much better.

But in the end, he could only hope his plans would span out as expected.

_____________

Professor Slughorn had always been a political creature. As a master at recognizing potential, he had an uncanny ability to spot talent and nurture it for his own gain.

His latest fixation was Hermione Granger, a bright and ambitious young witch whom he saw as the reincarnation of Lily Evans. Slughorn envisioned great things for her and sought to weave her into his network of influential connections.

But there’s a catch; Hermione was head over heels for Ron Weasley, the kind of guy Slughorn just couldn't wrap his head around. Slughorn couldn't fathom what she saw in the hopeless, red-haired boy, but it seemed their ambiguous relationship was unshakeable.

It frustrated the Professor to no end, as he had hoped to mold Hermione into the perfect protege, steering her away from the influence of her Gryffindor friends.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived himself, wasn't showing any love for potions, and Draco Malfoy was a big no-no due to his Dark Lord connection. The Professor needed a new candidate for her to fixate on, someone with the right pedigree and the potential for greatness.

Enter Cormac MacLaggen, the guy Slughorn thought had the perfect pedigree. Slughorn believed he could subtly manipulate the potionic arts to alter Hermione's affections, steering her towards Cormac.

It was a delicate and risky plan, but the Professor was confident in his abilities.

Slughorn planned the subtle change in Hermione's behavior after a lot of careful planning and secretive potion additives. She seemed more attentive in class, hanging on Cormac's every word.

The Professor couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction; his plan was beginning to take shape.

###

In the Potions class, Hermione found herself teamed up with Cormac. Slughorn watched from the shadows, his plan unfolding like a perfectly scripted drama. The potionic arts were at play, subtly weaving a connection between the two students.

The way she touched Cormac’s arm while they were working in front of that cauldron, the way her eyes sparkled, and the way her voice was a little gentler. Slughorn was sure this was the perfect moment.

Clap clap!

Slughorn suddenly clapped his hands to get the lab’s attention.

“Alright everyone, I have something to do, so we will end this class early.”

All the youngsters beamed with joy, finally seeing an end to the bewildering subject that they couldn’t fully understand; except for the ones Slughorn had considered ‘special’.

“But Professor, I’m not done yet…” Hermione blurted.

Slughorn took a closer look and pretended to mull over his decision, “Alright, Miss Granger, you and Mister McLaggen can stay and finish up. Return the key to my office once you’re done. Don’t forget to clean up the tables and lock up.”

Hermione vigorously nodded, “Of course, Professor.”

With that, Slughorn turned around and left with a smirk. It’s all up to you now, Cormac. Don’t let me down.

###

Busy in front of the cauldron, Hermione didn’t notice when Cormac started to stare at her from the side. With her unruly hair falling from her shoulder, Cormac instinctively helped her out, brushing it to her back with his hand.

“Cormac?” Hermione was startled, looking at him straight in the eye.

“Oh—Sorry, I just thought it was bothering you.” Cormac charmingly smiled, “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

Hermione couldn't contain her eye roll, a habit she couldn’t hold back, even if she was a little flustered from his touch. She buried her head back in her work, trying to cover up her flustered cheeks.

“Here, let me help you,” Cormac moved behind her, took the knife from her hand, and smashed a seed into bits with the flat side of the blade. “See… Easier than copping it up.”

Hermione’s fluster was even redder as she felt his tall body pressed up on her back and the warm breath of his words on her ear. The knife clattered on the desk as Cormac released it and held her forearms.

“So… Granger, are you dating that Weasley boy?” Cormac suddenly asked as his hands trailed up her upper arms to her shoulder.

“Ron…” Hermione corrected him. “Ye---No… I don’t know. We never actually said we were dating… exclusively....”

“Perfect,” Cormac muttered, squeezing her shoulders.

Cormac somewhat knew Hermione had someone she liked, but that didn't diminish his confidence in getting close to a girl. Even if Slughorn did tell him to approach her, the Professor never told him how far he should go, and when he should stop.

“What do you mean? What… What do you want?” She whispered with a warm breath of her own. Her heart skipped a beat, and her skin started to shiver from his touch. She knew she was beginning to feel attracted to him since their recent interactions.

Maybe just… Not now, not yet anyway.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Cormac wanted as his body kept pressing closer to hers. She could feel his pelvic muscles pushing against the back of her waist, and something hard squeezing between her soft bottom.

Cormac's lazy smile split into a grin. He tucked her wandering curls behind her right ear and leaned over. With lips close to her ear, he whispered, “I wanted a kiss.”

“Just… a kiss?”

Cormac suddenly spun her around to face him, placing both his hands on the table and cornering her between his arms. “What’s the matter? Expecting something more?”

“Cormac, we can’t—” Hermione whimpered, but she didn’t make a move to stop him.

“Why? No one’s here…” He leaned closer, just an inch away from her lips. She saw Cormac’s grin as he gently tugged at her wrists.

“Granger,” He whispered in a wanting tone as he pressed a kiss towards her lips.

Before Hermione had a chance to reply, his tongue started to probe in, parting her lips and entering her mouth. In reaction, Hermione’s tongue also danced, drowning in the heat of the moment.

"You look good enough to eat, Granger," he pulls back, and his eyes linger lecherously at her shirt-covered bosom. Even if she had just recently matured, her figure could be clearly seen under the robes.

That tight white shirt, the way her gold and red necktie would sometimes settle between her hills, and her short skirt clinging on to her plump bottom. Cormac had noticed it all.

"You… don't… look so bad yourself," Hermione smiled, her eyes dreamily looking at him. The potion she had been constantly consuming, bit by bit, through various hidden methods, was taking over her mind.

Even if Cormac didn’t know the reason, he was confident enough to think it was purely because of him. Cormac brushed her hair behind her ear to take a better look at her face, “Your face is all red. Are you alright?”

Hermione nodded shyly, trying not to look him in the eyes. “I’m okay… Maybe… A little nervous.”

“Why? Don’t be,” he said, massaging her shoulders, squeezing even more. "Let's loosen you up a bit, okay?" He tugs on her arm, pulling her to an empty cauldron-less table and picking her up to sit her right on the smooth surface.

“Just relax, Ganger. You’re going to like it,” he said as he continued to massage her.

He leaned in closer, kissing her once again. She felt his tongue teasing against the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. That was entirely new for her, and she felt the thrill tickle up her spine as she parted her lips to welcome him.

His hand moved to her back as he noticed there was no rejection from her. At that moment, he felt her hands on his back, somehow pulling him in some more, allowing him to stand between her legs. Her hot breath slowly panted into his mouth, smearing her saliva all over his probing tongue.

Cormac’s free hand crawled up to cradle her cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin. She leaned into his touch, responding. Tentatively, she placed her hand on his shoulder to anchor herself, trying not to fall off the table as she kept scooting closer and closer to his standing figure.

She could feel Cormac’s hand inching down her thigh, past the length of her skirt.

A sudden heat tingled in her belly as his hand slid under her skirt and brushed against her creamy skin until it stopped right on the ban of her panties.

She gasped as his digits dove under the cotton and slid behind her, catching a palm full of her glutinous ass. His hands pulled her hips into him, pressing up his growing bulge onto her covered, heating core.

His mouth swallowed her ensuing moan.

Knowing that she was also into it, he slowly and deliberately rolled his hips against her delicate softness. His free hand tugged on her necktie, loosening her collar. He licked his way down to her neck as the hand continued to pull on her shirt buttons.

"Uhmmm… Cormac… I… I can’t…” she moaned. Her entire body heaving in heat, losing her last bit of logical thinking.

“You can. You definitely can,” he muttered into her skin as the movement of his hips brushed on her now swollen nub, the friction playfully whetted her need. The cotton of her panty teased her petals to no end.

"Cormac…" she mewled desperately.

Successfully opening all of her buttons, he could see her beautifully formed mounds supported by her pure white bra. They were perfectly sized to his taste, soft and gentle as clouds. He could see her undulating breasts from above, softly moving up and down with every heated breath she took.

“You’re so sexy, Granger,” he growled as his hand dove under her bra’s band to shove it all up on her chest, allowing her beautiful hills to jut out.

Without waiting, his tongue found its way to her flushed, hardening nipple.

“Ah… oh, Cormac… We’re in school…” Hermione moaned a little louder. Finding pleasure in the way he kneaded her ass and suckled on her breast.

“Then, we’ll be quick.” Cormac teasingly bit and nibbled as his hand vigorously fondled her bare skin. He loved the way her body trembled, jolted, and heaved with every touch he made. He wanted her to want it, to beg for his dick in her.

Suddenly the hand on her creamy ass tugged on her panty, pulling it down to her ankle, and letting it fall to the floor. He kept busy with his lips cupping around her areola, as his hands skillfully moved about, moving both her ankles up and placing her heels right on the edge of the table.

Finally taking a breath and letting go of her breast, he moved back a little to marvel at her lewd figure.

There, sitting near the edge, Hermione was wide open for his hungry eyes. Her legs were up as if she were squatting at the edge of the table; Both her hands covering her breasts, cupping them and shamelessly kneading in craving. Her face flushed, her eyes dreamily looking at him in naughty cravings.

The junction of her thighs salivated for him, staining the table with drips of her juices.

“Oh, you’re soaking wet already,” Cormac chuckled. “I’d eat you up if we didn’t have to be quick about it.”

She looked at him through the mist in her eyes, and saw that he was focused on her naughty body, staring intently, observing her every expression. She felt thoroughly embarrassed, but somehow, the way he looked at her gave her a thrilling sensation.

Cormac extended his hand, placing the tip of his finger right between her throbbing petals.

“Ah…” Hermione cried out as her body trembled. “Cormac… Please.” She begged, biting her lips while the electrifying sensation ran up her spine.

They both knew what she was begging for, clearly more than just the tip of his finger. Cormac came back closer to her, pressing on his digits, sliding two fingers easily into her as her nectar coated them.

“Mmhh~” A melodious moan escaped her bitten lips.

“I told you you’d like it. Be a good girl now and unbuckle my belt,” Cormac instructed in her ear, palming her jutting breasts in his hand, while the other hand had his fingers gently slide in and out of her pussy.

The feeling of her tense walls clutching his fingers caused him to lick his lips. He enjoyed the way she followed his every word, even if he didn’t know how it started.

Hermione followed his orders and fumbled with his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the floor. All the while, the muscles of her sheath throbbed every time his fingers curled inside, touching her most sensitive spots. More and more of her sweet nectar came out, soaking his palm.

“Good girl,” he commended. “Now, drop my pants for me.”

It took her less time than the belt, and his straining, lengthy erection was already pressed against her soaked petals. His fingers moved in circles, as if he was widening her warm petals up for his size.

“Oh…” Hermione jolted in pleasure.

Cormac removed his finger and pressed the crown of his cock right onto her heavenly entrance. “Is this what you wanted?”

Hermione only hummed an answer, as she was already lost in her thirst. She wanted him to shove it into her as soon as possible, giving her more pleasure than his hands could.

Cormac’s hips pushed in even more, slowly letting his hot, swollen flesh glide in, aided by her juices.

She’s so fucking tight!

“Oh… God... Yes, Cormac…” Hermione closed her eyes in ecstasy, feeling every inch of his iron-hard erection entering her.

As her lower lips almost reached the base of his heated member, he could feel her soaking-wet walls start to pulsate, clenching and releasing his molten shaft. It milked him with every move of her muscles as if it wanted to drink up every bit of him.

“Ghh… God, I didn’t know you wanted it this much, Granger.” Cormac steadied himself with both arms between Hermione’s thigh and waist, with one palm on the table, and the other on Hermione’s tender ass.

“Oh, Cormac... You’re… You’re stretching me… Ahh.” Hermione whimpered onto his shoulder.

“Does it feel good?”

“Very… very good.”

“Better than that Weasley boy?” he smirked.

“Be–Better…” She breathlessly replied, absentminded in her daze.

“This should feel so much better,” Cormac suddenly pulled her ass forward with his one hand, shoving his last inch into her with a heavy thrust.

“Ah!” Hermione cried out, throwing her head back as Cormac’s steel-straight staff plunged in and struck her deepest wall.

“Good, I know you like that… Now, move your hips. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock,” he ordered.

Hermione couldn’t believe what she was doing, but she couldn’t care about what was going on anymore. All she knew was she wanted that pleasure that his dick gave her. Following his orders, she pivoted on her knees, supported by only her heels.

Her ass started to sway back and forth, helped along by Cormac’s large hand, cupping and kneading on her ass cheek.

Slowly, Cormac’s cock moved in and out, swallowed by her dripping wet hole. Every time his cock was going to enter her fully, his hands would push her even deeper, slowly plowing her with her own movements. Hermione felt like she was his toy, pleasuring him as he stood there doing nothing but enjoying every inch of her body.

Cormac felt the pleasure with very little effort. But he didn’t stop there, “Hold up your breasts. Show them to me…” He grinned.

With very little reluctance, Hermione held both of her mounds from below, pushing them up towards Cormac’s face. Cormac extended his tongue, licking around her areola, eventually widening his tongue and brushing his saliva all over her brazenly exposed hills.

Hermione moaned a little. Her thighs paused, stiffening up and taking in the pleasure.

“Keep going!” Cormac ordered; his tone a little more harsh.

Hermione quickly moved her ass again, fucking herself on his swollen flesh as fast as she could. It wasn’t very fast in her position, but she could feel that pleasurable feeling building up. It was a good feeling, but too slow for her to actually orgasm.

Cormac breathed heavily onto her achingly swollen mounds as his cock felt immense pleasure. “Do you want to come, Granger? Do you want me to fuck you until you come?”

“Ah… Ah… Yes….” Her pussy twitched; her legs jolted desperately, seeking more friction. “Please…”

“You deserve a spanking.” Cormac’s hand slapped Hermione’s alabaster ass behind; his teeth grabbed her hard nipple.

“Ah!” Hermione jolted, her dripping pussy clenching hard once more. “Please, Cormac, please…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, fuck me with your cock…”

“That’s what I wanted to hear…” He grinned maliciously and slid his hand down from her ass, gently pulling her thighs to sit normally on the edge of the table. Her other thigh also came down, sitting while her legs were still spread wide.

His hands ran back up the soft skin of Hermione’s soft, curving thighs and grabbed onto the meat of her flesh. He pulled back a little and rammed his cock into her with a thrust of his hips. He sheathed himself inside, packed to the hilt, and a shuddering breath escaped his lungs.

Fuck! He had always wondered how sweet her pussy would be. He never knew it was the best he had ever felt.

His cock stretched her flesh to reach that sweet spot. He wildly moved his hips, thrusting deep as his hands kept kneading her flawless thighs, forcing them to stay wide open. With every thrust of his cock, her body jolted on the table, and her heavy breasts jiggled and thrashed, Cormac couldn’t get enough of the sight.

He could feel her body tense up, bringing out more of her essence. He was delighted by the slippery sensation. The squelching dirty noise excited him as he pumped harder, his pelvis smacking into her.

“You like this… Granger? So… Much… Better, right?” he grunted every word through gritted teeth; between every harsh thrust.

“Ah! Ah!! Yes!... Yes! So Good… Fuck me, Cormac! Harder!” Hermione cried out.

He groaned with pleasure as her pussy swallowed him. It gripped onto his shaft, sucking him intensely. He ground his body into hers, fondling and pinching both her sweaty thighs. The table swayed and creaked as if it would break. His mouth found its way back to her nipple, capturing it between his lips and tugging with no mercy.

His pelvis smacked her soft lower thighs, hard and quick, churning her insides. He pulled back a few inches, then plunged deeper, thrusting deep with every move.

“Ahhh!” Hermione’s belly started to knot up with pulsating waves of pleasure.

Her hands clenched hard on his hair, as if her insides were shattering. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her and filled her pussy hole completely.

With a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction, Cormac could feel his blood rushing to his swollen tip. A jarring, pulsing climax followed, spilling himself into her, engulfing his cock in slippery warmth.

However, his hips kept moving, although a bit slowly, but it shoved every drop of their mixed juices that dribbled out into her swollen pussy. It spilled out again with a burst as his last hip thrust jolted in, dripping onto the table and floor.

“Haaah… haah….” Cormac panted as his hips slowly came to a stop. “That was… good, right?”

“Hmm,” Hermione nodded absentmindedly, allowing Cormac to hug her when she rested her forehead on his shoulder.

Slowly pulling out, Cormac pulled up his pants and underwear, getting a clear view of her ravaged hole, dripping white with his cream.

He smirked and took out a handkerchief from his pocket as he stood back up.

“You came so much,” Cormac brushed the handkerchief on her soaked, still throbbing pussy. He teased her while he showed care.

Hermione shivered as a gasp escaped her lips from the cold touch. “Cormac… We…”

Cormac held her hand, opened it up, and placed the soiled handkerchief in her palm. “Don’t think too much about it, Hermione. Remember, I’ll be here when you get tired of that Weasley boy, or maybe… want something better on the side…”

He smiled charmingly and turned around to leave. As he walked out the door, he waved his hand without looking back, “Don’t forget to clean up the table and lock up.”