Hermione turn to her best friends for help with Snape’s enchantment.
Ron and Harry looked at each other in shock as Hermione stumbled into the Gryffindor common room, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed. It was clear she had been crying, and the scent of sex clung to her like a second skin. They had known something was off about her behavior since the incident with Professor Snape and the potion demonstration, but they never could have imagined the dark desires that had been unleashed within her.
“Guys,” she began, her voice shaky and needy, “I need your help. The enchantment, it’s getting stronger. I can’t control it anymore. It’s consuming me, and I don’t know what to do!” Her words hung in the air, thick with desperation.
Ron’s eyes widened, his face a mask of horror and confusion. Harry, ever the protector, stepped closer, his gaze flicking over her body as if searching for physical signs of what she had just revealed. “Hermione, what’s happening to you?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “It’s like I’m not me anymore. I want things, do things, that I never thought I would. It’s like the enchantment has taken over, and I can’t fight it!”
Ron’s jaw clenched, his hand balling into a fist. “What do you mean, Hermione?” His voice was rough with worry and fear.
“It’s like I’m an animal in heat,” she said, her voice trembling. “I need to be…taken, hard and without mercy, or I’ll go mad. It’s like there’s a void inside of me that only Snape can fill, and it’s growing larger every day. I can’t stop thinking about it, about him…about what he did to me in that classroom, in front of everyone!”
Ron and Harry exchanged a concerned look, the gravity of the situation sinking in. They had to help their friend, no matter how uncomfortable or disturbing the topic was. Harry took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “We’ll figure this out, Hermione. We’re in this together, remember?”
“But how?” Ron stammered, his mind racing. “This is…this is dark magic! We can’t just break a spell like that!”
“I know,” Harry said, his brow furrowed in thought. “But maybe we can find a way to…help you manage it. To keep you safe until we can reverse it.”
Hermione’s eyes searched their faces, desperate for a solution. “I don’t know if I can handle it much longer. It’s like I’m going crazy with need. Every time I think about him, about his hands on me, his voice commanding me, I just…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
“We’ll help you, Hermione,” Harry assured her, his eyes never leaving hers. “We won’t let this beat you. We’ll find a way to get through this together.”
With a shaky nod, she agreed. They needed to be somewhere private, somewhere they could act without fear of being seen or interrupted. The three of them made their way to the Room of Requirement, the perfect place for secrets and hidden intentions.
But as the door swung open, they were met with a sight none of them had ever anticipated. The room had transformed into a lush, velvet-draped sanctum of desire, a veritable sex shop for wizards and witches. The walls were lined with shelves stocked with dozens of dildos and devices that promised every conceivable kind of pleasure. The air was heavy with the scent of musk and exotic oils, making the atmosphere thick and charged.
“What the bloody hell?” Ron managed to choke out, his eyes bulging at the sight.
“It seems the Room of Requirement has quite the imagination,” Hermione murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and dread. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes scanning the room with a hunger that was almost palpable.
And then, without warning, the enchantment took hold of her once more. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low, animalistic moan. Before either Harry or Ron could react, she had torn off her clothes, leaving her naked and trembling in the doorway.
“I need you both inside me,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call that seemed to resonate through their very souls. Her hands reached for them, her eyes glazed with lust. The two boys looked at each other, their shock and confusion mirrored in their expressions.
Ron and Harry exchanged a loaded glance, their hearts racing. They were her best friends, her confidants, and they had shared so much with her over the years. But this was uncharted territory, and the enchantment had turned her into a creature of desire that neither of them knew how to navigate.
Her trembling hand reached for Harry’s fly, her eyes locked on his. He swallowed hard, his body responding to her touch despite the turmoil in his mind. She was his friend, his classmate, but the way she looked at him now, with that desperate hunger in her eyes, was something he had never seen before. Her fumbling grew more insistent, and he found himself helping her, his own hand shaking as he unzipped his trousers.
The moment her hand wrapped around his cock, Harry’s resolve crumbled. He was hard, painfully so, and he knew he couldn’t fight this. Not with the way she was looking at him, not with the way she was begging for it. He stepped closer, his cock springing free from his briefs. Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the sight, her hand moving almost instinctively to stroke him.
“It’s not…not big enough,” she murmured, her voice filled with a strange mix of disappointment and desperation. Harry felt a flicker of embarrassment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the fierce need that was building inside him. He knew she was referring to Snape’s size, something she had no doubt felt during their twisted encounter. But he couldn’t let that stop him now.
Hermione reached into her discarded clothes, and pulled out her wand. She whispered the incantation, “Phallus Maximus,” and pointed it at both Harry and Ron. A pulse of magic shot from the tip, and the two boys felt an intense heat and pressure. Their cocks grew before their eyes, stretching and swelling until they were both painfully erect and significantly larger than they had ever been before.
Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she took in the new, more substantial size of her friends. Without another word, she fell to her knees, her gaze never leaving theirs. Her hands reached out, wrapping around the shafts, her small fingers struggling to contain their girth. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing as she leaned in, her mouth parting to take Harry’s cock inside.
The moment her lips touched him, the room was filled with the sound of his gasp. The spell had worked—it had made them all equally hungry for release. Ron watched, his own erection bobbing in the air, as Hermione’s mouth moved over Harry’s cock, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. It was a sight that would have been shocking under any other circumstances, but now, it was all they could think about.
“Ron,” Hermione moaned, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “I need you too. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up, making me scream!” Her words were a command, and he knew he couldn’t refuse. The enchantment had woken something in her, something that demanded to be sated, and she had chosen them to be her instruments of pleasure.
Ron positioned himself behind her. Harry watched, his cock in her mouth, as his best friend aligned himself with her dripping pussy. He could see the struggle in Ron’s eyes, the internal conflict of what was right and what was happening. But the need was too great, the spell too powerful.
With a grunt, Ron pushed forward, his enlarged cock sliding into her wetness. Hermione’s eyes went wide with pleasure, her mouth releasing Harry’s cock with a pop to let out a keening moan.
“Oh, gods, yes!” she screamed, her hands reaching back to grip his hips, pulling him deeper. Ron’s eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of being inside her almost too much to handle. Harry stepped closer, forcing his length back into her mouth.
They began to move in unison, Harry’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth in time with Ron’s hips thrusting into her pussy. Hermione’s body was a symphony of sensation, her moans and whimpers muffled by Harry’s girth. Her eyes watered with the effort of taking him so deep, but she didn’t care. The enchantment had turned her into a vessel for their pleasure, and she reveled in it.
The pressure on her throat was intense, Harry’s cock hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. She could feel her gag reflex trying to fight back, but she pushed through it, the desire to please him overwhelming any discomfort. She focused on the feeling of power, the knowledge that she had two of the most important people in her life under her control, driven by a spell she didn’t fully understand.
Her eyes watered as Harry’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the taste of him salty and intoxicating.
But she needed more. The enchantment demanded it. She reached back with one hand, her nails scraping against Ron’s thigh as she silently begged him to take her ass. The thought of being filled in both holes, used like the whore she had become, sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
Ron seemed to read her mind. He pulled out of her pussy with a wet sound and moved closer to her tight, puckered entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with his own need.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Harry’s. “Use me hard. Fill me up. Make me yours.”
Without another word, Ron pushed the tip of his cock against her anus, his own eyes glazed with lust. Harry watched as the head of Ron’s cock disappeared inside her, the muscles of her ass clenching around him. Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed back, taking him in deeper.
The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before—the stretching, the burn, the fullness. But it wasn’t enough. The enchantment demanded more, demanded everything. She whimpered around Harry’s cock, urging them both on.
The two boys began to move together, their rhythm syncing up as if they had been doing this for years. Harry’s cock slid in and out of her mouth, setting a pace that had her drooling and gagging, while Ron’s thick length invaded her ass, pushing past any semblance of resistance she might have had. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a cacophony of lust and need.
Hermione’s moans grew louder, her body moving in time with theirs. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing more intense with every thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she knew she was close.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice muffled by Harry’s cock. “I need it harder!”
Ron’s grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more forceful. Harry’s hand found her throat, squeezing gently, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her. They were using her as she had asked, their desires melding with the enchantment’s control, turning her into their willing toy.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her entirely. Her orgasm was a white-hot explosion, her body convulsing around both of their cocks. She screamed, the sound muffled by Harry’s grip, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
And through it all, she could feel the enchantment’s power growing stronger, feeding off her need and her willingness to be used. It was a vicious cycle, one that she didn’t know how to break free from.
Her moans grew louder, the sound echoing in the small room, bouncing off the velvet walls. Harry’s hand moved from her throat to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her clit. She writhed between them, lost in a haze of desire and pain, the two blending into a delicious cocktail that had her begging for more.
Without missing a beat, Ron slammed into her, the force of his thrusts making her gasp around Harry’s cock. The stretch in her ass was unbearable, the burn almost too much to handle. But she didn’t want him to stop. She needed this, needed them to use her, to claim her in every way possible.
Her nails dug into the rug beneath her as she pushed back onto Ron, urging him deeper. Harry’s eyes never left hers, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched the two of them, his expression a mix of lust and concern. He knew this wasn’t the Hermione they knew, but the spell had changed her, and they had to follow through if they wanted to help her break free.
With a grunt, Harry pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He knelt beside her, his eyes never leaving hers, and then positioned himself underneath her. She spread her legs wider, eager for him to fill her pussy, to join Ron’s cock inside her.
Hermione felt Harry’s cockhead at her entrance, and she pushed herself down onto him, the enchantment’s power urging her to take them both at once. The sensation of being so full was exquisite, and she moaned in pleasure as he sank into her.
“Oh, you’re so tight, Hermione,” Ron grunted above her, his voice strained with effort. “Your bum is so…so perfect around me!”
Her eyes snapped open, and she met Harry’s gaze, a smoldering look of pure, unbridled lust. “You feel so good in me, Harry,” she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. “I want you to come inside me, fill me up!”
Their hips moved in a synchronized dance of debauchery, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Hermione’s words grew crasser, her voice a siren’s song of filth and need. “Harder, harder, Harry! Make me cum! Make me your witch slut, your little whore!”
Their movements grew frenzied, their bodies slapping together with a wet, obscene rhythm. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans turning into screams of pleasure as she climaxed around them both, her ass and pussy contracting and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy.
But the enchantment wasn’t satisfied. It demanded more, demanded she push herself further. “Ron, fuck me harder!” she begged, her voice high and desperate. “I want to feel your all of you! Make me yours!”
“Hermione, I’m going to come,” Harry panted, his hips bucking wildly. “I’m going to fill you up!”
The promise sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her, and she felt her pussy clench around him. “Do it, Harry!” she screamed. “Come in me! Make me your vessel!”
Her body tensed as she felt the beginnings of Harry’s orgasm, his cock pulsing and thickening inside her. And just as she had hoped, Ron’s cock began to swell, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. She pushed back onto him, taking him as deep as she could.
The three of them were bound now, their bodies moving as one, their cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Ron’s seed spurted into her backside, hot and thick, filling her up. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of being so completely claimed, so utterly used.
And as the two of them spilled into her, Hermione felt a strange sense of power, a dark thrill that washed over her like a wave of ink. The enchantment had transformed her into their willing plaything, a creature of pure lust and desire. And she loved it.
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