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Hermione Granger walked up the firm stone staircase leading to the imposing Malfoy mansion. Towers sprung high into the air from multiple wings. The lush estate gardens and forests stretched for miles around the structure.

Just this afternoon at Hogwartz she had received the highest grade in Professor Snape’s advanced potions class. The highest course grade is enough to be proud of, but at just thirteen, she was the youngest student ever to even successfully complete the course. At the end of the day, Snape informed her that the highest grade each year came with special scholarship, courtesy of the wealthy Lucius Malfoy. Now all she had to do was visit her benefactor and pick up her prize.

Hermione was nervous as she approached the huge oaken door. Draco Malfoy, Lucius’ son always seemed to hate Hermione. He never missed an opportunity to pick on her or take advantage of her friends. It was an odd turn of events to be here now, to take advantage of the Malfoy family wealth.

The door was dark brown, heavy, and an iron dragon’s mouth held tightly to a large stone knocker. She meekly pulled back the knocker and let it fall heavily on the massive wooden door. A deep echo sounded throughout the halls within. Then the door swung open quickly and smoothly, a small house elf behind it.

Hermione cleared and her throat and said, “Hello, my name is Hermione Granger and I am here to pick up . . .”

“We know who you are. Yes, Yes,” the house elf interrupted, jumping back and forth, ushering her in, and closing the door behind her.

“Come in, come in. The master has been expecting you,” the house elf sputtered. The little elf shuffled Hermione in, taking off her coat and magically hanging it in some other dimension.

“Professor Snape sent word just that afternoon that the best pupil in Hogwartz was on her way to see the master.” The house elf ran down the hall motioning for Hermione to follow, his bare feet smacking on the checkered granite floor. “You must hurry. The master is in his library and does not like to be kept waiting.”

The house elf and Hermione ran quickly through the house, down two arched passageways and up three staircases until they came to end of a long hall with light flowing in through an enormous purple stained glass window. The house elf slid quickly to a stop followed by the panting Hermione. “This is it, the master’s library.” The house elf held a finger to his lips. “Now you must be very quiet. The master is a quiet person. Yes, a quiet person. I will open the door and the master, he will know you are here.” The library door swung open, Hermione was pushed through. The door closed firmly behind her and the house elf was gone.

“Come in darling.” Lucius Malfoy said as he lounged luxuriously behind a mammoth mahogany desk with intricate carvings covering the entire surface. These carvings, magical symbols, and historical reenactments, moved about the surface of the desk subtly, but continuously. The entire structure rested on what appeared to be four real dragon feet complete with claws that were somehow melded into the desk.

Lucius sat in a black wizard’s robe, his long blonde hair neatly pulled back, his walking cane in his right hand, an ancient tome in his left. The dimly lit library itself was enormous. Two palladian windows on either side of Malfoy allowed some light into the room. Shelves rose from a dark parquet floor to a vaulted ceiling. The library seemed to move off to her left and right in an endless maze of books.

The grandeur and vastness of it all was overwhelming. Hermione was barely able to speak. “Good afternoon sir . . . uh Mr. Malfoy. Professor Snape sent me here for the scholarship. I got the highest grade in advanced potions.”

Lucius looked at her intently. “Yes, yes I know why you are here, but do you?”

“Excuse me, I’m here for the award,” Hermione said shyly, her fear growing.

“And you shall have it. You shall have that and more.” Lucius smiled. “See that bag filled with galleons on the small table beside you? Those are yours for being such an exceptional pupil.”

“Thank you very much,” Hermione said, mustering her courage. She reached for the bag of coins, but was stopped by his voice.

“First, my dear I have to punish you,” Lucius said slyly. Hermione’s mouth went dry, her hands wet.

“Punish me? For what sir? I am a model student. I have the best grades.” Hermione swallowed hard, she took a breath and said, “Professor Snape sent me. I just came by to get the scholarship money, to get what I deserve.” Somehow she couldn’t find the strength to move either toward the money or toward the door, and suddenly the library seemed even more dim than ever.

Lucius chuckled, walked around the front of his desk and sat in a great red cushioned chair. He raised his cane and Hermione flew across the room and into his lap, kicking.

“What’s going on? I don’t understand. You have to let me up. What are you doing?” Hermione’s fear and anger grew as she struggled against him.

Hermione was pinned, startled by being magically pulled across the room, now she struggled for all her might to get off of Malfoy’s lap as he laughed lightly.

“Oh yes, do not stop struggling child. Do you hear me? I do so love it when they struggle,” Lucius moaned. Hermione was firmly bent over both his knees, her supple ass slightly higher than her head. Every twist, turn, and urging rubbed directly through Malfoy’s robe onto his growing cock.

“Let me explain why you need to be punished.” Lucius put his hand on her thigh and began to pull up Hermione’s gown to expose her bare bottom, but thought better of it. “No, not too much too fast,” he whispered. “Delayed gratification is always best isn’t it? We will begin, at least, with our clothes on.” Hermione shifted again, realizing the futility of her struggle and feeling his cock hard beneath her. Lucius was strong and his magical powers were stronger, any fraction she was able to move at all was because he wanted her to squirm, just a little.

“Now where was I?” Lucius continued, “You need to be punished because you are a dirty little muggle.” Lucius’ hand flew down and smacked Hermione’s bottom with a crack. Hermione could not believe what was happening as her body jerked across his lap with the blow. Her small, pert breasts rubbing against his left thigh. “Your father is a dentist and there is not an ounce of magical blood in you.” Another stroke came down, this one stinging more than the last. Hermione began to whimper softly, her ass burning. “Yet, you have the arrogance to come to one of the world’s most respected wizarding schools and out perform pureblood wizards.” Another smack, this one harder than the others. There was a sharp pain in Hermione’s ass and legs. She started to cry softly. She could feel Lucius’ hard cock under her stomach. Each stroke of his hand on her ass pushed her whole body roughly grinding against his cock. “I might add that you are outperforming even my sadly underachieving son.” Another smack pushed her against his throbbing cock. Through the pain Hermione realized another sweet tingling sensation between her legs. Each smack was so firm and so close to her little pussy. No one had ever touched her there, not even the person she wanted to most. It felt strangely good through the pain. Her thoughts were interrupted by another swat from Lucius, stinging badly, yet causing the sweet twinge between her thighs to increase.

Lucius was breathing heavily. “Now little muggle girl. I’m going to show you the only thing muggles are good for.”

“What’s that?” Hermione asked breathlessly, also exhausted from the spanking.

“Get down on your knees darling,” Lucius commanded. Hermione was released and slid limply off his lap and onto the floor. She obediently pushed herself up on her knees.

“Open your mouth girl.” Lucius smiled and rubbed Hermione’s cheek as she parted her full lips revealing perfect teeth and a moist quivering tongue.

“Such a sweet mouth, so tender, and with pouty lips. It would be a shame for that filthy Potter boy to be the first one in here.” Hermione’s mind was numb. At this point she knew what was coming, but couldn’t believe it. Her fear was mixed with excitement as the sweet warm sensation grew between her legs.

Lucius casually pulled his robe aside revealing his erect cock, his right hand stroked it gently.

Lucius stated, “Now be a good little girl and put this in your mouth.” Hermione helplessly obeyed, leaning forward bracing herself with one hand on Lucius’ left leg and the other on the base of his cock. The cock slid into her open mouth gently, passing by her lips and met with the warmth of her tongue.

“Ah yes,” Lucius gasped. “Dirty little muggle girls always suck the best cock.” Hermione put as must of it in her mouth as she could, liking the taste and gagging a little when it got too far back.

“You have never done this before, is that right?” Hermione stared up and him and nodded affirmatively without ever taking her mouth of his cock. Lucius was pleased. “Well that’s good. Best to get you trained the right way early on.” Malfoy relaxed in his chair, pushed Hermione’s hair off her tender cheek so he could see her sweet young mouth sucking his tool. He sighed softly, “Just remember cover your teeth with your lips, give slight suction, use your tongue, bob your head, and move your hand a bit on the shaft.” Hermione focused her considerable skill and imagination on doing exactly what he said.

Malfoy groaned. “There you go. You are an excellent student, Ms. Granger.” Thirteen-year-old Hermione sucked his cock as best she could. Her firm ass still sore from the spanking and the twinge between her legs growing in intensity. Lucius was right. She was a dirty little muggle girl. She had thought about sucking cock. She had never done it before, but now that she was forced to do it, she was starting to like it.

Lucius was already greatly aroused from the spanking. During the spanking her hot young body had rubbed against his cock. He remembered her soft moans through her tears. The spanking was almost enough to send him over the edge, but now to see her tender mouth on his cock. This saliva running down the shaft as she eagerly sucked on the head. Her moist tongue earnestly licking his shaft. Her sweet face intense, with long brown hair thrown to the side. She was sucking his cock like there was nothing else in her world. She wanted him to cum, to cum in her mouth, and he could not hold back any longer.

Lucius felt his balls boiling over with cum. “Suck it child, suck it!” Hermione felt the cock head swell in her mouth. She was surprised and relieved when the first few salty spurts flew on her tongue. She tried to pull away, but Malfoy grabbed a handful of her beautiful brown hair, holding her head on his cock, thrusting it deep into her mouth. Then spray after spray of cum gushed in, thickly coating her throat and cheeks. Hermione fought back the urge to choke against his grinding hips, and swallowed load after load of cum for what seemed like eternity. Her head was held firmly by the hair tightly in his grip. Her small hand pumped his cock furiously as she drank his every drop of his spunk. The young teen’s mind beyond all thought, only wanting to suck his cock and drink his cum.

Lucius was spent. He let go of her hair as her head relaxed on his thigh, eyes closed breathing softly. Lucius, smiled slightly and said, “That’s a good girl. Now stand up.”

Hermione obediently stood up, exhausted, a single tear ran down her blushing cheek, the smallest pearl of cum shining on her lip. With a sniffle she brushed the her hair out of her face and licked the last bit of cum off her lips. Her ass no longer sore, the taste of his cum fresh in her mouth, and the sweet twinge of her pussy growing unbearable.

Lucius stood up from the red chair and looked at her. He took her hand and gently turned her back to him. Hermione was now fully aware of the darkness of the library, his foreboding presence behind her. She was wet and trembling with fear and anticipation.

“Now bend over and place your hands on the table,” Lucius said smoothly. She did as she was told. Her hands flat on the table and her head below her waist. Lucius leaned down and hooked his walking stick under Hermione’s robe, pulling it up over her shoulders. “Let’s see what you are hiding under there dear,” Lucius said eerily.

The rising gown revealed her tender firm ass, barely covered in simple white cotton panties. The perfect little ass was still red in places from all the attention he had given it earlier. The panties had grown moist from the attention she still craved.

Lucius smiled, smacked her ass roughly and left another red hand print. Hermione let out a small moan, wanting him to touch her again. To touch her any way he wanted, to do anything that would make this sweet sensation between her legs subside.

Then without warning, Lucius abruptly dropped the gown covering her bottom. “Hmph,” he grunted, letting out a smirk of lust mixed distaste. “We have to save something for next time. Don’t we darling?” He walked back around behind his desk and looked out the window carelessly. After a few moments he said, “You may take your money and go now. I will call on when I have need of your services again. Perhaps there will be another ‘scholarship’ in it for you.” Lucius chuckled and said in parting, “Oh, and please give my regards to Professor Snape. He always knows exactly what I like.”