Hermione is up early again. This time, she's more cheerful and perky than usual. The problem is that something is irritated when she walks. She was rather rough on herself in that first penetration, wasn't she? She tries to be as bouncy and quick as she feels when she walks to the library before breakfast. She wants to exchange one of the books she got yesterday. She's read it through and is very happy about how she put all that into practice. We're not talking about the invisibility here. She has yet to read that one.
Cho Chang comes up from behind her and says quietly, "Th ... There's less ... irritation ... a ... after that ... s ... special night ... if one walks ... s ... slowly."
Cho wears an almost devilish smile for her. Hermione returns the smile and blushes brightly. Cho gets more serious and almost sounds angry. Her stammering isn't as pronounced when she's this way.
"Granger, H ... Harry tells me you're to thank for waking him in time last night," Cho starts. "Told me all about it actually. He told about your suit and invisibility. You really did see us the other time, didn't you?"
Hermione can only nod sheepishly. Her blush won't go away at this rate.
"I ... I know you're going for Ron, but if you're going to show yourself to Harry, d ... do it when I'm there," Cho makes her blush some more. "W ... We could make a outing of it - both couples."
Hermione almost craps her pants right there. Cho is being the opposite of shy and expects Hermione to go along. After the last two nights, she is probably right. Hermione just didn't expect that of Cho.
The librarian lets them both go to the section where they can return their books. Hermione just takes the one Cho was reading last night. Cho takes another - something about increasing multiple orgasms.
Hermoine walks slowly to the dining hall for breakfast. Cho walks with her. They both get kisses from their boyfriends. The boys both get "ooh" and catcalls. The girls snuggle against them and make the embarrassment worse, but worth it.
When Hermione can talk to Ron alone, she asks, "That ... last night ... it wasn't your first time, was it?"
Ron just shakes his head.
"Second?" Hermione asks, then after Ron's head shaking reaction, "Don't tell me more than I want to know."
With all her academic success, there's one class that Hermione is not proud of - not proud at all. Oh, she has her Advanced Arithmancy, Curses and Charms, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts all down quite well. How do you think she gets all those privileges? Her one downfall has been flying. In late afternoon one day a week, she has one more class with Professor McGonagall: Remedial Broomstick Riding.
This is a class for fourth-years who do not do well at riding in the normal 2nd and 3rd year classes. It's truly shameful for a 5th year to need this course. It goes much more slowly than the normal course. Now, at mid-year, it's time for their first flight. Brooms, with young witches and wizards on them bounce, bob and kick around a little in the outdoor breeze.
That breeze is a problem. It's cold. The normal riding class ends while weather is still much warmer. Even with thick trousers and sweater, heavy coat and red woolen hat with a pom on top, Hermione is freezing. Her teeth chatter. She sits on her broom huddling in her coat and shrugging her shoulders. She's so distracted, she can hardly pay attention to the instructions.
At the professor's command, they all take off. They're to zoom around the grounds being careful not to run into any trees. Hermione tries to fly a steady course, but that's her problem. She's erratic. Little wiggles of her hands turn into swerves and dips when she pushes on the broom handle. That often makes her over-correct and occasionally run into things.
Her hat blows off as soon as she swoops to the windy side of the school building. The hat blows right into Professor McGonagall's face. Hermione's shivering makes her push the broom handle in an even more wavy motion. The broom wobbles a lot, but flies where it's supposed to. She's miserable, but she perseveres and completes the flight. The trees are safe from her this time.
"Much better, Ms Granger," Professor McGonagall praises and returns Hermione's hat. "You still look unsteady, but completed the flight. You have only one more to pass out of this class - a night flight across the face of the moon."
"Ooh! Yes, and soon," Hermione agrees readily. "I can wear something warmer for that."
Professor McGonagall gives a quizzical look until she figures it out, "You are supposed to skulk about the school, Hermione. That garment does serve to warm you, doesn't it? Be sure to fly in it only at night. We can't have students chasing after any errant, riderless brooms they may see."
Hermione dresses in her catsuit, stuffs her wand in the pocket and carries her broom out of the school a little after bedtime. She must be getting used to the suit. She only runs her hands over the smooth skin of her legs, vulva, mound, belly and breasts once as the suit blends with her. Myrtle is most disappointed. She expected to watch at least one self-inflicted orgasm.
Hermione has to be careful going through the commons and in the large hall. She may be invisible, but the broom isn't. She stays to the shadows. She sees Cho slip from shadow to shadow on the way to her hiding place for tonight's meeting with Harry.
Hermione mounts her broom right outside the main door and takes off. She's supposed to fly across the face of the moon. That means to fly high and for quite a distance. As soon as she's above the treetops, she sees a fire burning nearby. It's in a clearing of the woods along the lakeshore. There are 13 robed and hooded figures around it. They occasionally throw more wood on the fire and recite chants. They chant with a mix of girls' and boys' voices. That's not strange at a school for wizardry, but it's at an unusual hour - very much against the rules. It's the chant that bothers her.
The chant summons the Dark Lord and Hermione knows that means Voldemort. The chanters offer their devotion and loyalty. They also offer more loyal followers of the sort the Dark Lord needs for long-term rule - the young minds of students. They offer Hogwarts, the school, it's students and the dead bodies of all those who would resist.
Hermione suddenly gasps, but it's not about those chants. The padding of all her clothes had protected her in the cold afternoon. Now she's warmed by the magical suit, but not protected at all. She feels the wind as she flies through it. It's like many hands with fingers caressing her gently all over. She was actually looking forward to that sensation. Her usual problem with the broomstick hits her in one spot she hoped wouldn't be a problem this time. For all the trouble it's caused her in the past, why would she expect this flight to be different?
Hermione has never learned to sit on a broomstick properly. She sits squarely on it - her vulva in full contact with the shaft of the stick. She gets physically excited by that when the stick separates her labia and rubs a lot of her vulva. Like most, she has to lean forward to grasp the broomstick in her hands. In her case, that puts more pressure and rubbing on her clitoris. The reason for her erratic flights has always been the flinching and bucking she goes through when the stick excites her. It's been so embarrassing to her that she stays away from broomsticks whenever she can.
This time she's in nothing. There aren't even panties or a skirt to protect her. The broomstick gets to all the sensitive parts of her vulva. The wind caresses the rest of her. She goes past the normal excitement into orgasm. She convulses, arches her back and pulls up on the broomstick. The broom flies through several backflip loops. The loops aren't perfect circles. That would be just too lucky. No, she gets closer to the ground each time around.
She's upright at the bottom of the last loop. She's almost alert enough to see what's happening, but so taken by the orgasm that she can't control the broom. It flies right over the crackling fire and into the hood of a wizard standing by it. Her broom knocks that wizard in the head, snags and pulls his hood off. That flips Hermione and the broom end over end. As she flips off the stalled broom, Hermione sees the flash of completely white hair on that wizard's head.
Hermione and her broom crash to the ground a few meters from the fallen wizard, just outside the circle around the crackling fire. She lies there on her broom gasping and dazed by the fall and more by her orgasm. She's rubbing her head and her vulva. Only one of those hurts, but the other is more distracting. She does start to think, though.. These wizards are the Slytherin who came in past her last night. One said that they were just playing at devotion and summoning of the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy didn't think that. Hermione is starting to understand the chants when she's interrupted.
The people around her saw the broom crash into Malfoy and now see it lying on the ground. They reach for it to investigate. Their hands don't get that far before they touch Hermione. Hands are all over her and remarks come from the owners of those hands. The voices are from girls and boys both.
"What's this - on the broom?"
"Skin? It feels like a person."
"A girl, or maybe woman."
"Ooh!"
"What's there?"
"Tits! Soft and with hard points."
"Hold her legs here!"
"What are you doing?"
He does what would make Hermione squeak, and she squeaks. She also presses her mound up into his hand.
"Her cunt - it's already wet and swollen."
"It's shaved bare. No hair anywhere."
Hermione thinks she could be in mortal danger. These dark students are the sons and daughters of dark wizards. They're caught out by this intruder in their midst. If they identify the intruder as Hermione, they would have even more reason to harm her. She has to keep quiet, or at least not talk to them. She'll also have to take whatever they do to her.
The one boy who told about her bare soft vulva keeps going. That pressure she put against his hand is a reflex that's supposed to encourage more of that action. Hermione gets more ... and more. That boy goes to work on her labia and clitoris. He soon has a finger darting in and out of her vagina. Do you think Hermione can keep quiet? She tries and at least she doesn't speak. The orgasm brings tight, choked squeals from her throat, though.
The boy hears her squeals subside and knows he's done what he wanted. He's made her surely ready. Hermione can focus on the remarks she hears again.
"Her body is sure firm and strong."
"Hard to hold with all that bucking up and down."
"She isn't crying or cursing. Do you think she likes it?"
"She would if she's a powerful dark witch."
One of the girls yells, "EWWW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Same thing I did to you. Now help hold her still or shut up and stay out of the way."
"Damn! His cock disappeared."
The boy's penis may have disappeared from view, but Hermione senses exactly where it is - in her vagina sending tingles all through her. The boy on her thrusts it in and out of her as fast as he can. He reaches his climax quickly, strains to press himself in as far as possible and grunts. Hermione gets close to climax just as quickly. She was well prepared and excited. She doesn't finish as quickly, though. She's left wanting.
Another boy climbs on as soon as the first gets off. He gropes around between her legs to find her entrance. He holds his penis at her vagina and presses. He goes in easily using only a few strokes. He thrusts as quickly as the first boy and reaches climax as quickly. Hermione has a head start this time, so she finishes with a screaming orgasm.
"Damn she's loud," says a girl's voice.
"Almost as loud as you."
"Shut up."
"Suck me."
"Your turn, Wiggins."
"But I don't ..."
"You do after tonight. Now get on there."
"I want to see you do her. Oh. Well, I want to not see it while you do her."
That goes on with boy after boy mounting Hermione. They all go fast as if they care about only themselves. They're just fucking for physical pleasure since they have a nameless victim to put it to. Some of the girls there are their girlfriends - at least they were when the night started. Hermione hears several of them make demands, get told off and break up with the boy. Virgin boys have no excuse. They're "encouraged" to partake of Hermione's body and you now how peer pressure works in a gang situation.
Hermione decides that's what this is - a gang and she's being gang raped. She's made no protest, though. That would likely be worse, especially if they sense who she is. The best she can do is to enjoy the almost continuous sex. It gives her one orgasm after another. She started screaming with the first few and was a little less loud with the few after those. During the last few, all she can do is moan. By then, even with changing of the boy in her, it seems like one orgasm - one unending orgasm.
She hasn't tried to get away either. That would be futile. She would only get hurt if she struggled. There have been at least four strong boys holding her down the whole time. At least two have held and spread her legs. Two have pinned her arms to the ground and kept a hand free to fondle her shoulders, belly and mostly her breasts. Several of them even put their mouths to her chest, sucked in her breasts and licked at her nipples. That felt great. If only that had been Ron doing it.
Of course, the four holding her have rotated as all the boys took their turns. The fucking and the noise from their invisible victim has kept everyone's attention. Malfoy was the only one serious about the summoning chant anyway and he's out cold. Nobody has even fed the fire and it's getting quite low.
The seventh gasping, panting boy finally gets off the gasping, panting Hermione, not that she could count in her state. She gets a little rest while all the boys stand around for a moment.
"My turn," comes from a girl.
Hermione has recovered enough to see a boy push a girl away from her.
"I'm going again," says the one who did her first.
He climbs on and gets his penis into her very easily. Hermione is so wet that anything would slide right into her vagina. The extra lubrication and that this is his second time tonight make him last a lot longer. He's just as energetic, though. He pounds on Hermione as fast and hard as he did the first time. That keeps her long, long orgasm with all its moaning going and going.
"She's still taking it?"
"Damn, she must be a powerful witch."
"Now it is my turn," says the girl as she pushes that spent, tired boy away.
Draco Malfoy wakes up a few meters away. He rubs at the knot on his head and moans about his headache. His stomach even feels upset. He can see the rest of the circle crowded around one place. Nobody is chanting. He staggers up, faces the fire and resumes the chant. Nobody else pays attention.
Hermione raises her head and looks down between her breasts. She sees the girls head between her legs. The girl prods at her vulva, legs and mound with her fingers.
"Damn. Soft and sooo smooth. Positively edible," says the girl.
The girl puts her mouth to Hermione's vulva. Hermione holds her head up and stares with wide eyes. She feels something a little rough run up her labia and over her clitoris. She closes her eyes while she's feeling what makes her moan. She opens them just in time to see the girl's tongue finishing a lick over her mound.
The girl reaches up to Hermione's chest and squeezes her breasts while her tongue makes another trip over the invisible vulva. Hermione puts a little tone of a squeal into this moan. She gives a little grunt of protest when one hand is removed from her breast.
"Don't bitch, witch. You'll like what it'll do next," the girl almost growls at her.
The girl puts her finger into Hermione's vagina while her tongue and lips lick and nibble at the invisible clitoris. Hermione drops her head back to the ground, closes her eyes and moans her way through more of the enduring orgasm.
Malfoy is still the only one chanting and the fire is getting very low. It must be enough because a figure starts to rise from the middle of the glowing pile of wood. That makes the flame grow dim, shrink and go out. Oh. Maybe that's not quite enough.
"There. You're had. Now it's my turn the other way," the girl growls to Hermione. "I'm gonna sit on your face. I expect tongue, lots of it and way in deep."
That's not gonna happen. First, Hermione doesn't want to do that. Second, there's no hole at the mouth of her suit. Third, that figure in the fire starts screaming and cursing, which distracts everyone.
All those watching the torment of the invisible witch turn to the fire. Okay, we know Hermione likes it, but they think in terms of torment. They're dark, aren't they?
The figure in the fire writhes in pain as he screams and curses everyone in sight. He tries to project curses at some he recognizes - mostly horrid forms of death along with some deeply disfiguring afflictions. None of them work. His wand is on fire. Every time he tries to cast a spell through it, it flares up and more of it burns away.
"Oh, shit!" curses Draco Malfoy back at him.
"We're so screwed," comes from another.
All the Slytherin let go of her at the same time. Hermione is free, but she's exhausted and there's no way she could run. She manages to roll around so she's lying along her broomstick. She wills it to rise and it does. It carries her up well over the heads of all the others and hovers there.
The figure in the burning pile of wood catches fire himself. Every part of him that materializes immediately catches fire. The fire needs fuel, you know, and he was next. If there had been enough wood, he would have materialized in an instant and walked from the fire unhurt. He screams even more and curses the name and family of everyone he sees. He burns all the way up with dark curses on his lips.
"That ... that's the Dark Lord!" comes from one of the boys.
"Who did you expect, Hermione Granger?" replies Malfoy, now staring bereft into the fire
The irony of that registers with Hermione. She remembers a comment about their rape victim being a powerful witch if she could take all that. She's a little flattered, actually. She tries to use that to take over. She tightens her throat to make her voice raspy. The sex has given it the low tone of her moans. Her exhaustion has made it breathy. In all, it doesn't sound much like her.
"Hear me, all of you!" she says as loudly as she can with the disguised voice.
The 13 student wizards on the ground pull out their wands and look around. Hermione pulls her wand from the pocket of her suit. She sits up on her broom to get leverage for a good swish and flick. She says the word for the dispelling charm and waves her wand at all the wands below her.
That's the moment the broomstick connects with her vulva again. The shock-like tingling and sexual energy spread from her clitoris over her whole body and into the charm. She ends the one-word incantation with a high pitched squeal.
Most of the wizards try to cling to their wands. They get pulled toward the fire. The different ones can take different levels of heat. They all eventually let go as they're dragged closer to the flames. Wands fly from all 13 hands right into the fire and burn up. Hermione has been great with this charm since the time with all the pillows in class last year. Moving all those objects at once is something else. Is she stronger with that orgasmic sensation running through her or did her strong magic make the sensation that strong?
Most of the students on the ground gasp at the loss of their wands. They all realize they're powerless. It adds to their awe of such a powerful witch.
"H ... How powerful are you?" one of the less bright ones asks.
Hermione likes the opening and makes it up as she goes along.
"Powerful enough to make you burn up your Dark Lord. I kept your attention and enjoyed every minute of it," she's not exactly lying. "Now you must be devoted to me. You shall worship me and service me. Come to this place in two nights time. You shall do my bidding until I am satisfied. Know, all of you, that tonight was not enough."
By the end of that, the students figure out where her voice is coming from and see the hovering broom. They all stare up at her.
"Do not linger here. Return in two nights time. Now go," she commands.
They all just stare up at her.
"GO!" she orders and flicks her wand at them.
She could easily send any one of them all the way to the school building with her dispelling charm. She has to divide it 13 ways now. She still gets rough. All 13 Slytherin fly about ten meters with their backs arched like they've received a powerful kick to their butt. They keep on traveling after they untangle from each other and stand.
Hermione is tired and, well, all fucked out. Nonetheless she can fly back to the school faster than all those students can run - especially with them stumbling over each other so much. She lands at the main door, hides her broom in a shadow and waits along the way to the Slytherin dungeon. She's sitting against a wall when the gang comes in stumbling over each other and bickering.
"So, why? ..."
"Because she's dark and powerful."
"Hey, you liked it for your first time."
"Didn't really want to."
"Yes, you did."
"We get to do more."
"Don't want to watch more. That was more hard cocks than I ever want to see."
"Well I want that tongue."
"Okay, they get pussy and you get tongue, but what's in it for a straight girl?"
"Same as for me," answers the scheming Malfoy. "As much of her power as we can get."
Once they're long past Hermione, she begins walking upstairs. She's really tired, but there's something she has to do before she can get any sleep. This would bother her even if she went straight to bed. She goes to Professor Dumbledore's chambers. She slowly pulls off her hood. She looks down at her engorged breasts and fully swollen vulva. That's as far as she'll go taking off that suit. She shakes out her hair, takes a deep breath and knocks.
The headmaster opens the door almost immediately. Was he just nearby or did he sense her arrival somehow? He gives her a very strange look.
"Do come in Hermione," he invites. "We were just wondering how you were getting along with your assignment."
"If you only knew," Hermione thinks to herself as she walks into the room.
Professor McGonagall is there, sitting in an easychair. Professor Dumbledore sits in another chair beside her. Put your minds at ease, readers. The professors are still in their proper robes. They do each have a half-full glass of wine.
Hermione is left to stand in front of them and breezes caress her most sensitive parts. These makes her feel completely naked. It takes her a moment to regain confidence in the privacy her suit gives her.
"You must know how discomfiting it is to see your head floating there above nothing," Professor Dumbledore says. "Perhaps if you reveal a little more of your corporeal form ..."
"You really don't want that. Trust me," Hermione declines.
"We encouraged you to come to us when you need help with something, now what is it," Professor Dumbledore moves on.
Hermione tells them about her attempt at flight, the fire, the chants and the Slytherin students naming as many as she knows. Her tale of Voldemort's appearance brings gasps from both professors. It's hard to believe that students could do a spell convincing enough for the Dark Lord to commit himself to it. The professors cry out when Hermione tells them of the Dark Lord burning in the fire. Hermione is proud of diswanding the whole circle and that shows in her telling of it.
She's not ashamed of taking the gang rape under the circumstances, but she would expect censure. The professors would surely disapprove. Hermione is really getting to like this suit of invisibility the best among all her privileges. She doesn't want to lose it. She doesn't lie, of course. She just doesn't volunteer the story of how she distracted all those people so well.
She expresses the future trap for dark students as the part she needs help with. The professors nod to agree with her and stay quiet for a few moments while they think.
"Yes, we will have to try to correct the growing darkness among the students," Professor Dumbledore says.
"There may be object lessons that an invisible witch can teach. You may have prepared them well to receive those lessons," Professor McGonagall agrees.
"There is some danger. We need to investigate that fire. Lord Voldemort has survived other events that should have meant his end. We must be sure there's nothing left, if indeed he burned," Professor Dumbledore says. "Harry Potter is the only one who has survived an encounter with him - and now more than once. We could well use his power in this matter. I shall fetch him from his room."
"Umm ... Professor?" Hermione interrupts. "Harry may not exactly be in his room. I think I can find him more quickly."
"Very well. Fill him in on as much as you can and bring him here," Professor Dumbledore agrees.
Professor McGonagall figures it out, "And Cho Chang as well. She may as well learn about this part of Harry."
Professor Dumbledore looks a little surprised. Hermione just nods, pulls her hood over her face and leaves. She walks through the halls seeking Harry. She uses mostly her ears, listening for the expected responses from Cho. Those are what she hears - muffled screams from a storage room for potion ingredients.
She's not the only one who hears those sounds. Professor Snape is coming the other way and he looks serious. Hermione is prepared this time. She has her wand close at hand. She rattles some armor and has a wailing noise come from nothing behind Professor Snape. That turns him around.
Harry and Cho are just finishing when Hermione skulks into the storage room. The lovers are under Harry's cloak again, mostly to keep warm. They look up, startled and fearful, when the door opens. Harry lies flat on Cho and clutches the cloak close trying make them both invisible. They quickly see that it's Hermione. They also see how bare her gray skin looks through the cloak. Cho peeks out from under the cloak and doesn't see Hermione at all. She puts the cloak over her head again and notices Harry checking out Hermione. A light punch to the belly breaks his staring. She adds invisibility to the things she'll have to study soon.
"Ahem," Hermione teases the couple.
Harry and Cho both see how she's snickering and there's no serious disapproval. Harry pulls his rapidly softening penis out of Cho and the lovers both grab for their clothes. Hermione starts with the explanations. Harry growls when she tells of Voldemort appearing in the fire. He growls even more viciously when he hears about the Dark Lord burning up. Harry and Cho both accept the invitation to Professor Dumbledore's chambers as soon as they're dressed. They both understand everything except the gang sex Hermione skipped again.
Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall explain the need and the plan to search through the fire for any remains. There may be a hard core of unburned darkness. Harry is to stand guard with his wand at the ready. He'll also be needed to reduce it if they find a hard core.
"Right. Let's get to our rooms. We need brooms," says Harry.
"A ... And coats," says Cho.
"And Ron," suggests Hermione brightly.
Professor Dumbledore nods his approval and, "Meet immediately by the main door."
Harry and Cho separate when they go to their respective houses. Hermione tags along after Harry. He may need ... help ... wakening Ron.
"Up Weasley!" Harry shouts as he drags out his broom.
"Huh?" comes from under the covers of Ron's bed.
The covers fly off even though Ron is completely still. The invisible Hermione bends over him and kisses his cheek. His eyes come wide awake.
"Come on. Up. Great adventure. Toasted Voldemort. Come. Help us," Hermione bubbles.
Does it seem that something is making her peppy and perky again? Ron likes her invitation somewhat more than the one from Harry. He rolls out of bed and dresses rather quickly. Hermione just watches that. Ron gets his broom and coat and follows to the entrance hall. Hermione keeps a grip on his hand the whole way. He doesn't object.
Hermione grabs her broom from the shadows. They meet Cho and the professors just outside. Hermione has a rough flight - a bit more erratic than usual but not orgasmic this time. The others fly smoothly over the woods and around the fire. It's easy to find with it's embers still glowing.
They take sticks from the pile of kindling ready to burn and begin raking through the ash and embers. That throws up a lot of smoke and sparks. It also turns up what appears to be a large cinder. It looks to be shaped like a small person with adult proportions, not a baby. Hermione levitates it out of the fire and holds it in the middle of the group. Harry keeps his wand trained on it the whole time. Professor Dumbledore blows the gray ash off to reveal a dark black figure streaked through with veins oozing red.
The little figure squirms in Hermione's spell and makes small squeaky noises. The wizards all make out the words - more of those unforgivable curses.
"Ewww!" cries Hermione as she drops the figure on the ground beside the fire.
Harry and Professor Dumbledore point their wands at the squirming little person. All the others follow suit. Professor Dumbledore pronounces an incantation and magical energy comes from all their wands. There are no fountains of sparkling powder this time. There are lightning bolts and streams of energy. The squirming black remains catch fire and shrink even smaller. The wizards all keep that up until its feeble screams can't be heard and the shape is smaller than a finger.
Professor Dumbledore picks it up and slips it into the pocket of his robe.
"What will you do with ... ?" Hermione asks.
"Tell me, Hermione - What care does an insect this size require when trapped in a jar?" the headmaster asks.
"Oh, crap!" thinks Hermione. She didn't think any of the professors knew of Rita Skeeter's summer vacation. Of course, they couldn't do much to her beyond the slap on the wrist she would get for failing to register as an animagus. No, any real punishment for her had to come from someone unofficial. Hermione wasn't ashamed anyway.