The Taking Of Hermione Granger Part 1 (Mg, ncon, magic)
by The Word Smith ([email protected])
Granger lay on the small bed in the hospital wing at an awkward position, the
knee of one leg slightly bent, one foot in front of the other. Her arms were
in strange positions as well, one hand hovered just above the bed clutched
into a little fist and the other hand was held out from her body as if she
was getting ready to pour something from an invisible bottle onto herself.
The truth was that she was in this strange position because she was not able
to change it herself. Hermione had just figured out the type of creature that
was prowling the grounds of the castle when she was petrified by the
reflection of the basilisk in the mirror she had been carrying and using to
look around corners. The reflection had not killed her of course but it had
been enough to completely shut down her voluntary muscle system though she
could hear everything that was being said around her, and she could see as
well, at least sort of.
You see, because the muscles in her body were frozen, her vision was slow to
adjust, and focus, and she could not change her view because she could not
blink nor look around the room. All she could do was stare straight ahead.
Evidently no one had thought of this after they brought her up here after the
attacks, because no one had bothered to close her eyes or to cover them.
So there she lay for days her muscles cramping and aching with nothing
she could do about it.
* * *
Professor Severus Snape had been furious when Dumbledore had refused to
listen to him, once again giving Potter free run of the school grounds and
the choice to do whatever he wanted to do. The rules be damned. He'd had
enough and was ready to burst, he just wanted to find a way to rid himself
of Dumbledore and become headmaster himself. He sat in his office drinking
and thinking about how to solve his problems when he began to perceive the
* * *
Going to the hospital wing, Snape spoke in hushed tones to Madam Pomfrey
about the condition of the petrified victims and voiced his concerns about
the condition they were in, she agreed readily but did not know what they
could do about it. Thinking quickly, Snape said to Madam Pomfrey, "Listen,
you go down to dinner and relax for a bit and I will stay here and make
some examinations of the patients and see if anything can be done."
Smiling coolly but not uncharacteristically when she said "Well, ok, let me
know what you find out though."
After she had gone he drew the curtains by the beds and went about the task
of examining the victims making notes and scratching down some ideas to try.
After she returned, he worked for a few hours in his labs until he had come
up with some very potent muscle relaxers.
Going back to the hospital wing, he found Madam Pomfrey beginning to nod off
in her chair at her desk while reading a voluminous tome on medusa and other
petrifying creatures. Rousing her from her lethargy he said "Madam Pomfrey,
I have devised a potion here that I think will do the trick, but it may take
a day or so to react, maybe not at all for some of them that have been stiff
for a while," as she sleepily grinned at him.
"Goodness!" she exclaimed as she rose, "How is it administered?"
Looking at her calmly, he said "Eye dropper under the tongue should be
adequate to do the job."
It took them only a few moments to administer the potion and then he
instructed her to go and rest and he would tend to the patients until
morning, that way he could look for side effects. Gratefully, Madam
Pomfrey thanked him, yawned and wandered off to bed. As soon as she
had left he raised his wand and magically locked the door so that he
would not be interrupted.
* * *
He had not planned what happened next, but neither was he in a position to
refuse it. He had not mentioned to Madam Pomfrey that the potion could be
used as a topical ointment as well, but it was quite potent this way.
Applying some of the ointment to his fingertips he began rubbing it into
Hermione's neck and shoulders. By applying the concoction to the joints
directly, it was able to penetrate and work its magic faster. He soon saw
the tension in he shoulders begin to leave her body, and her head and
shoulders slumped back onto the pillows.
Next he worked the stuff into her ankles and her knees. He noticed that her
knees were smooth and soft, and although he did not know what he expected,
this wasn't it. She was thin, and he knew that her muggle parents were not
rich by any means, in fact, he had thought that she came from what the
muggles would have called the wrong side of the tracks. While he did not
think of her as trash particularly, he did view her as an outsider, having
come from muggle parents, he guessed that he just expected that her knees
would be rough and boney because she was poor and thin.
He saw her knees and ankles starting to relax and was about to move on to
the next step in his plan when he noticed that her legs were still at awkward
angle because she had been bent slightly at the waist when she saw the
reflection of the basilisk. Suddenly he became acutely aware of what he had
to do to remedy the situation, and was just a little put off about it. In
order to get her legs working correctly, he was going to have to apply the
viscous potion to her hips. He thought about it for a moment and decided that
it must be done. He slowly lifted her skirt a little bit and tried to get it
out of the way but he quickly found that he was going to lift it much higher
than he had wanted to. Although he could not be positive that she was aware
of what was happening, he could not be sure that she was not aware either. He
would certainly not be able to explain away why he had found no other choice
than to molest a young female student.
Quickly making up his mind that he would have to do it then remove her memory
of the event with a charm, he flipped her skirt up and took a breath as her
mound came into sight under her lightly pink cotton panties. He was no
pervert, and had certainly never done anything to one of the other students
before, but when he saw her panty clad mons between her silky smooth ivory
thighs, his cock immediately began to twitch.
It was hard for him here, stuck in this place for nine months a year with no
one to fuck except the occasional village whore or some village commoner that
he could get drunk enough to look past his foul temper and ill manner. He was
here during the holidays and even part of the summer break, and all that time
he had to look at the nubile young girls as they blossomed into young women
in front of his eyes.
His cock was throbbing now, as hard as it had ever been before. He shifted
uncomfortably as he rubbed the potion into the flesh of her hips. He slowly
massaged the potion around the sides of her hips to her rub it into her ass
cheeks as well. With his cock now throbbing uncomfortably, and the alcohol
burning in his veins, he washed his hands off and slid left hand down to his
crotch to stroke his cock as his right hand slid up and down her thighs and
began to brush Hermione's pink clad pussy.
* * *
Hermione WAS fully aware of what was going on around her and desperate and
angry that she could not tell Harry or Ron what was in the castle or how to
fight it. To top it all off, Professor Snape had been hanging around the
hospital wing, had even talked to her a few times even though she could not
respond in any way. She was slightly afraid of Snape, mainly because he
seemed to hate her for some reason she could not understand, and sometimes
he seemed to be outright threatening her. She was just beginning to calm
down after the potion that Snape and Madam Pomfrey had given them all when
Snape appeared at her bedside. Her annoyance at not being able to talk and
her fear that she would be stuck this way vanished as Snape sat down on the
edge of her bed and started to rub the oily potion into her neck, now she
was just plain afraid.
She had to admit, that Snape seemed all business as he started to rub the
stuff into her neck muscles, but as he pulled open the collar of her school
uniform and reached in to touch her bare flesh on and around her shoulders,
she became very frightened. A few moments after he had started massaging the
ointment into her muscles she suddenly felt her head start to lower and sink
into the pillow. Then as her aching arms began to sink to her sides and lay
on the bed, she would have screamed with relief and kissed him if she could
have. She had been frozen like that for days now and her muscles felt like
they were on fire from the strain. She lay there relishing the feeling as her
neck, shoulders, elbows, ankles, and knees slowly un-tensed and relaxed and
let her lay back comfortably. Professor Snape had just started to get up when
he stopped and looked down at her again. She suddenly realized just what he
had, her legs were still in a strange position and it was coming from her
hips. She panicked as he sat back down and she could see the thoughts
fighting out in his head, but all her fears were realized when she felt his
begin to lift up her school uniform skirt. Hermione could feel it riding up
her thighs as he moved it, and heard his sharp breath after a moment of
hesitation as her skirt flipped up onto her belly, and she knew that now she
was entirely exposed to him.
Hermione had never even played doctor with a boy before, she was mortified at
the thought of Snape seeing her in this position, she would never be able to
look him in the eye again. What could be worse she thought as he started to
massage the potion into her hip joints, only to realize she was about to find
out when his hands followed the muscles around to the sides of her hips to
her ass. At first she though that he was just embarrassing her so that he
could hold it over her head, but she quickly realized that he was now just
feeling her up, "Oh God" she thought to herself "when will this stop?"
After rubbing Hermione's ass for a few minutes, Snape stopped and washed his
hands. Hermione thought that he might be preparing to leave her alone when
she felt his shifting on the bed again. Her mind reeled as she felt his cold
hand touch her inner thigh and start to stroke its way up to her crotch. This
couldn't be happening to her she thought, he was a professor! But the cold
realization sunk in as his finger began to roughly rub her slit.
* * *
He had not intended that it turn out this way, it just did, it had been
months since Snape had gotten laid, but now he was going to make up for lost
time. He would of course have to use a memory charm afterward but that was no
problem, after all, even if she was conscious, in her current state she would
simply think that she had slipped in and out of sleep.
Snape sat on the bed rubbing Hermione's pussy through her pale pink panties
while he lightly stroked his cock with his other hand. Slipping his fingers
around the edge of the material he slowly rubbed her clit with his thumb,
sometimes pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He had been rubbing
her and himself for a few minutes when he noticed that she was starting to
get wet. Deep in the back of his mind, he knew it was simply her bodies
natural response to his manipulations, but the alcohol and guilt in him was
screaming "She wants it!" so he went on.
Unbuttoning the blouse of her school uniform, he slowly began to reveal her
little lithe body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she had a nice start on what
would undoubtedly be a very nice set of tits some day.
Slightly less than a cupped handful, Hermione's breasts were capped with dime
sized light brown nipples with just a slight pink hue to them, and the tips
of her areola were stiff like little pebbles plucked from the shores of the
lake below the school. Snape didn't know if she was excited or frightened,
but he now hoped it was the latter.
For a long time, Snape had wanted to put the little know it all bitch,
Hermione Granger, in her place. He began by rolling her stiff little nipples
between his finger tips, pinching them increasingly harder. Cupping her tiny
breasts in his palms, he squeezed and kneaded them for a few minutes before
he bent down to lick the tiny pebble like areola. Hermione's breasts reacted
perfectly to his ministrations, pinking up nicely and growing goose bumpy.
Licking slowly around her areola, he left a fair amount of saliva on her
nipples and then blew on them, watching them further stiffen with a smile.
He had not yet applied the potion to Hermione's hands, so opening the front
of his robes he pulled out his hard cock and worked it into Hermione's small
fist, the one that had been holding the mirror handle. He had to pry her
fingers open a little bit, but by the time he was done, Hermione's grip on
his stiff prong was tight and un-relaxing. Shifting his body so that he could
place her arm on his knee, he began to tap his heel, causing her am to rise
and fall, making her little fist pump his cock as if she had done it a
million times before. Snape mused for a moment about this thought then
decided to see if Hermione was a little slut or a good girl, after all she
was constantly in the presence of BOTH Potter, and Weasley.
Reaching back, Snape grabbed her ankles and one at a time spread them to the
edges of the bed, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving him full access
to her panty clad mons. Continuing to move his leg so that Hermione's little
fist pumped his cock like the village whore, Snape reached into his sleeve
and drew out a wicked little blade that he kept strapped there.
Sliding the blade along her hip and onto her little pelvis, he slipped it
under the edge of the panties and roughly cut through the material, applying
the technique again on the other side, he have a rough tug on the crotch of
the moist panties and they easily came away from her mons leaving her bare
before him. Snape looked down at Hermione's beautiful little cunt and his
moth began to water. He was so enrapture with her tender little pussy that
he forgot to keep tapping his heel to make her continue his handjob.
Hermione's tight little mons was covered in a downy fuzz that you could see
straight through. He had already been rubbing her clit so he preoccupied
himself by running his fingers through her fuzz and blowing on it. After a
few moments of toying with her cunt hair Snape took the hair between his
fingertips and tugged at it, pulling her small labia apart. After a quick
examination of her pretty little pussy, Snape took out his wand, and pointing
it at Hermione's pussy, uttered "Depilatorarium", and watched as all the hair
on her groin faded and disappeared, he then, with is wand still pointing at
her nether lips uttered "Foliculi Minorium" and watched with pleasure as a
small sparse triangle of hair appeared just above her clit.
* * *
Hermione's heart was pounding in her chest, she wasn't sure what Professor
Snape intended to do but she was beginning to fear the worst. Snape was
sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing Her pussy through her panties, while
he did something else she could not see, but could only hear with his other
hand. Hermione's mind was racing, her heart pounding, and her spirit
screaming at her to run, and yet she could not move a muscle.
She was mortified at what he was doing and yet she felt incredible shame at
the fact that her body was betraying her. As Hermione felt him slipping his
fingers around the edge of her panties, her heart leapt. He slowly started
rubbing her clit with his thumb, rolling it in small circles, and sometimes
mashing it back and forth.
Hermione's shame redoubled, and she thought to herself "I am a dirty little
whore" as she realized that she was getting wet by his hand, even though she
would beg him to stop if she could, her body was moaning to her "FUCK, this
feels good! Please don't let him stop!"
Then, suddenly Hermione's mind reeled when he began pinching her clit between
his thumb and forefinger. Professor Snape had been rubbing her and himself
for a few minutes and now a battle raged in her head, her intellect begging
him to stop and her baser instinct begging him never to.
Hermione felt Professor Snape begin unbuttoning the blouse of her school
uniform. She was embarrassed now, as he slowly began to reveal her little
chest and her boyish (As she thought of it) body. She wasn't even wearing a
bra, and yet, she couldn't see his face, and couldn't turn her head but she
heard his intake of breath as her blouse came open to show off what little
she had to offer him. What was she thinking, "what little she had to offer
him" was nothing, he was RAPING her, and even though she wanted him to stop,
she liked it.
Even though she had slightly less than a cupped handful to Professor Snape,
Hermione's breasts were very sensitive, as were the small nipples that capped
them, dime sized nipples with just a slight pinkish hue to them, On several
occasions she had manipulated them until she climaxed, once she had even had
an orgasm as they were sucked on! (but that is another story for another
time) and the tips of her nipples were now getting stiff like erasers.
She was excited and frightened, all at the same time, if she could have
chosen her own lover to take her the first time, it would have been Ron, or
Harry, even Percy if he would have her, but to be raped by Professor Snape
was more than she thought she could take "Oh God, please make it stop she
Just as these thoughts were running through Hermione's head she saw Snape's
body turn as he began by rolling her stiff little nipples between his finger
tips, pinching them increasingly harder and harder. She wanted to scream from
the pain, and the pleasure that she was deriving from it, when suddenly he
stopped. Her mind and body were now in a frenzy, as she thought "Oh god, why
is he doing this, then, Oh God why is he stopping?" Gently Snape started
cupping her small young breasts with his palms, he squeezed and kneaded them,
pushing her nearer to an orgasm for a few minutes.
Before she knew what was happening he bent down to lick the tiny eraser like
nipples. Snape was using Hermione's breasts perfectly, she drew closer to an
orgasm as her nipples reacted to his ministrations, stiffening up nicely and
growing goose bumpy. He was licking slowly around her nipples, leaving a
trail of saliva on her nipples and then he blew on them, watching them
further stiffen with a smile. Hermione's Excitement was at a crescendo when
Snape opened the front of his robes and pulled out his hard cock.
He grabbed her arm and began prying on the fingers of the hand that had been
holding the mirror, and finally after a few moments he had loosened her grip
and worked his hard cock into Hermione's small fist. Hermione's mind wandered
as she felt his large man cock sliding into her grip. As she held on to his
stiff prong she couldn't believe how hot it was, pulsing in her hand like a
snake, she thought "If it was any hotter it would burn." His cock was not
very big around, but was quite long she thought, maybe seven inches, and her
grip on it was tight and un-relaxing as he began shifting his body so that he
could place her arm on his knee, he began to move his leg up and down, and
she could hear him tapping his heel on the floor, causing her am to rise and
fall, making her little fist pump his cock like she was milking a cow.
Snape seemed to be in a daydream for a moment, then Reaching back, Snape
grabbed her ankles and one at a time spread them to the edges of the bed.
Briefly, Hermione wondered what he was going to do now when, as he continued
to move his leg so that Hermione's little hand pumped his cock up and down,
Snape terrified he when he reached into his sleeve and drew out a blade of
Hermione's could feel him sliding the blade along her hip and onto her
pelvis, she thought that he was going to stab her when suddenly it slipped
it under the edge of her panties and quickly cut through the material, doing
the same thing again on the other side, he suddenly gave a rough tug on the
crotch of her moist panties and they easily pulled away from her, leaving her
bare before him. The force of the tug had shifted Hermione's gaze so that she
could now see Snape looking down at her hot little cunt and his tongue shot
out briefly to lick his lips. Hermione's noticed that Snape was so intent
with her tender little pussy that he forgot to keep tapping his heel to make
her hand continue its handjob.
Hermione's hot little mons was now very wet and she was sure he could see
straight through her. He began running his fingers through her pussy hair and
blowing on it, driving her mad with desire for release. After a few moments
of toying with her cunt hair Snape began to tug at it. Hermione could feel
him pulling her small pussy lips apart and staring at her. Hermione's mind
began to race again, "Is something wrong with me, Am I not good enough?" she
thought, but after a quick second of staring at her pretty little pussy,
Snape took out his wand, and pointing it between her legs, uttered something
she could not make out, there was a sudden tingling in her groin and then it
faded and disappeared, then, with is wand still pointing at her pussy,
uttered "Foliculi Minorium" and an itching appeared just above her clit and
then it faded and disappeared.
* * *
After shaving and trimming Hermione's nether regions, Snape sat back for
a moment to admire his handy work, he stared down at her clean-shaven,
perfectly smooth, tiny bald cunt and marveled. Shaking from his revelry,
Snape decided it was time to see if little Hermione the know it all, had
known a man yet. Sliding the tip of his middle finger between her delicate
folds, he began to slide it in and out gaining more territory with each
thrust until he felt what he was hoping for, hymen! Hermione's hymen was
intact and HE was going to claim it!
Reaching down with his left hand he began to remove his aching cock from
Hermione's little fist when he saw the large drop of pre-cum that had formed
at the tip. With his other hand now rubbing her G Spot, he took the pre-cum
on his finger and applied it to her lips and then cleaned his finger off on
Extracting his stiff cock from Hermione's small hand, he nestled between her
legs and began to blow on her clit, all the while rubbing her G Spot with his
finger. By now, Hermione's pussy was dripping wet and hot as a furnace, so
Snape could resist no longer. He lowered his head between her legs and his
tongue snaked out to flick across her swollen clit.
Savoring her sweet young cunt, Snape licked an sucked her pussy, occasionally
pushing his tongue as far into he cunt as he could. Hermione's pulse and
breath raced as Snape brought her closer and closer to an earth shattering
orgasm. Snape reached up with his free hand and grasped her nipples, pinching
them one at a time and twisting them viciously.
Hermione's pulse was pounding in her ears as Snape released her nipples and
pushed his thumb into her delicate little mons, thrusting it in and out, he
made sure it was well lubricated as he clasped onto her tiny bud with his
lips and started sucking for all he was worth. Hermione's pussy had never
been so full before. She had masturbated before of course, but her little
fingers had never filled he up like this. With Professor Snape's middle
finger scrubbing her G Spot and his thumb pushed into her tight cunt with it,
she would have had to fist herself to be that full.
As Snape sucked hard on her clit, Hermione's breath was racing faster and
faster, then when he thought that she could take no more, Snape bit down,
carefully, but hard on Hermione's clit. Hermione's head was thrown back as
she took in one great breath and it caught, she lay there not breathing as
she experienced the most intense orgasm she could imagine. At that moment
Snape pushed his slick thumb straight into Hermione's tiny little ass and
started pumping it in and out. Having something shoved into her ass had the
effect of getting Hermione's breath rasping in her chest again, as well as
pushing her straight over the top. She lay there sucking in great gulps of
breath, a heavy sheen of sweat covering her body, rivulets of sweat standing
out on her small breasts and a pool of sweat collecting in the crevasse of
her sternum. Her abs were solid as a rock from the tension of the building
orgasm, and with his thumb pumping out of her ass and Hermione's clit caught
in his teeth, Snape began to scrub his tongue back and forth across her clit
causing her orgasm to stretch out and continue to build until she passed out.
* * *
Hermione lay there wondering what was going through Snape's mind as he sat
back for a moment and he stared down at her pussy. Shaken from his revelry,
Snape shifted slightly and began sliding the tip of his finger between her
delicate folds, he was sliding it in and out, pushing more of it into her
with each thrust until she felt what he was probing for, her hymen! Hermione
wished that she could will her body to get up and run, as she realized that
her greatest fear was true, he was about to take her virginity.
Reaching down with his free hand he removed his hot pulsing cock from
Hermione's little fist and looked down at it. When she saw him bringing his
finger up towards her face, and it was wet with what could only be pre-cum.
With the copious amount of pre-cum on his finger, he rubbed it onto her lips
and then pushed his finger between her lips and rubbed it on her tongue. She
could smell the pre-cum on his finger as it passed under her nose, a heady
smell, musky and aromatic. Then the rich salty taste of it hit her and she
could not do any thing but savor it, neither swallow or spit.
She felt him extracting his stiff cock from her small hand, and then, just as
she expected he lay down between her legs, but with his mouth on her mons
instead how brutally thrusting his cock into her as he was surely want to do!
Instead, he nestled between her thighs and began to blow on her delicate
little pussy, all the while rubbing her G Spot with his finger. Hermione's
pussy was dripping wet and she was beginning to pant. Professor Snape lowered
his head between her thighs and with his tongue he began to flick back and
forth across her sensitive little clit.
Savoring the feeling as Snape licked an sucked her pussy, Hermione's body
was covered in a thin layer of sweat, giving her a chill and increasing the
stiffness of her nipples. Occasionally Snape punctuated the job he was doing
by pushing his tongue as far into her little cunt as he could, when he did
Hermione's pulse and breath would race as she crept closer and closer to what
she suspected would be an earth shattering orgasm.
Just as she thought she would cum, Snape reached up with his free hand and
grasped her nipple, pinching one then the other and twisting them viciously.
This had the effect of backing her away from the impending orgasm, but at
the same time she realized that something deep inside her liked it that way,
rough and with a little pain to keep her on the edge.
Hermione's pulse was pounding in her ears as Snape released her nipples.
Hermione was thinking that maybe now he would let her cum, when suddenly
Snape pushed his thumb into her pussy, and started pumping it in and out.
She was getting wetter and wetter as her orgasm was building like a train
rushing at her, when suddenly he clasped onto her tiny pleasure bud with
his lips and started sucking on it as hard as he could. Hermione's pussy
had was so full she thought she would burst. Sometimes when she had
masturbated in the Gryffindor Tower showers she would get into it quite a
bit and by the time she was done, she would have three of her little
fingers buried in her pussy frigging herself for all she was worth, but
her little fingers had never filled he up like this. With Professor Snape's
middle finger scrubbing her G Spot and his thumb pushed into her tight cunt
along side it, she would have had to put her whole fist inside herself to
be that full.
Snape now sucked hard on her clit, and Hermione's breath was racing faster
and faster. She was torn, on one hand she was being raped, and on the other
hand it felt so fucking good that she would beg for it not to end. Just when
she thought that she could take no more, Snape bit down hard on her clit.
Hermione's head was thrown back as she took in one great breath, and started
to cum her breathing stopped, caught in her chest as she was enraptured by
her immense orgasm wracking her body. She lay there not breathing as she
experienced the most intense orgasm she had ever had, and just at that moment
Snape pushed his thumb, still slick with her own juices straight into her
tiny little ass and started pumping it in and out.
The pain was incredible for a second, she thought that she would die as his
thumb assaulted her, but having something shoved into her ass had the effect
of getting her breathing again, as he breath started rasping in her chest
again, as well as pushing her straight over the top. She lay there sucking
in great gulps of breath, as her orgasm redoubled again, her sweat ran into
her eyes, and her stomach muscles felt as solid as a washboard from the
tension of the orgasm she was experiencing, the thumb in her ass had hurt
briefly, but then she began to wonder how she had ever managed to cum before
without something in her ass. And then with his thumb pumping out of her ass
and her clit caught in his teeth, Snape began to scrub his tongue back and
forth across her clit causing her orgasm to stretch out and continue to build
for nearly a full minute until suddenly she passed out.
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