Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. 

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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Hermione slowly dragged her feet as she headed to the dungeons. Getting there early would only give Lucifer a chance to sit beside her, marking her own death.

If she had to see that knowing smirk one more time, she’d either hit him or lick him (either sounded equally satisfying).

Every step kept the plug fresh in her thoughts, which was beyond distracting.

Transfiguration had never been such a panty-wetting experience before.

She got to class just in time, setting up her cauldron at the back corner.

Lucifer, who only missed Hermione's desk, by a couple, slightly turned his face and gave her where-have-you-been looks?

She again glared at him in return, the bell rang, and Hermione steeled herself for passing this lecture quietly, and finish her test.

Professor Snape burst into the room, making almost every student jump.

Striding toward his desk in a billow of dark black robes, he flicked his wand at the board. “The potion you will be brewing today is on the board. Extra ingredients are in the storeroom. Get to work.”

The nice thing about Friday's-class was they didn’t need you to explain everything in minute detail.

Not a single one asked a question; they just got out their cauldrons and set to work.

Ron internally wished all his classes were that easy.

Hermione read the board. It was an easy potion to make, but would take all her class to finish.

Thank God.

The busier she stayed, the less she would think about seeing Lucifer today at night.

She got out her cauldron and started preparing her ingredients.

'Great. Lacewing Flies.

I could also take out the ingredients, we need for the Polyjuice...'

Only, She would have to walk right past Lucifer, bastard deliberately made his cauldron outside the storeroom.

Messing about with her supplies only bought her a few minutes reprieve.

Summoning her courage, Hermione went to the end of the queue.

She stared at the floor, avoiding any accidental eye contact with him.

The plug felt bigger than ever.

Lucifer watched her slink behind Seamus, trying to blend in.

She kept smoothing her hands over her robes, double-checking that she was covered.

'....Nice try, Hermione, but I already know what you’re hiding.'

Not enough could be said about the magnificent concealing power of robes; Lucifer's erection seemed intent on ripping through his zipper, but that remained his not-so-little secret.

It was a small class, and she was the last in line.

Everyone else got busy lighting fires under their cauldrons and chopping ingredients.

As she slipped past him into the storeroom, Lucifer followed her in, blocking the door with his body.

“Show me,” he whispered.

Her head whipped around, her eyes comically wide. “What? I can’t!”

“No one can see you in here. Show me.”

Hermione peeked over his shoulder, searching for witnesses.

He was right, no one could possibly see her.

Although she could feel the heat of her blood pounding in her face, Hermione felt lightheaded, as if she might pass out.

Before she could lose her nerve, spun around and pulled her robes and skirt out of the way, yanking the back of her knickers to one side as she bent over.

Peering nervously over her shoulder, Hermione saw Lucifer staring at her bum as if it were a Christmas feast.

“Bollocks, Granger,” he muttered.

Hermione smiled at the heat in his voice and pulled her panties back into place, then smoothed down her skirt.

Quickly stuffing up a box of Lacewing Flies, Knotgrass, and opening a jar that labelled Fluxweed, Hermione started moving back to her seat, lightly grazing his bulge with her fingers as she edged past him, through the door.

His eyes darkened.

'You’ll pay for that. Let’s see if you’re still so brave tonight....'
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Hermione shifted from foot to foot outside the boys shared dorm room.

'It was 10:28. Just a little longer. Don’t let on how much you want this...'

She’d already been out there for ten minutes. His door mocked her impatience just as it had mocked her cowardice 7 days earlier, when she asked him out.

Hermione wrapped her knuckles on the knotted wood before she realized what she was doing.

She found him behind his study desk again, watching her with blank indifference.

Other boys fast asleep on their bed.

Hermione found Lucifer's ability to still appear unaffected unnerving.

'How can he look so cool while I’m struggling not to get in his lap and ride him like a broom?!'

Lucifer motioned for her to come forward. Hermione had to fight a fit of gleeful giggles, while pulling over the curtains around.

Sitting on his bed really seemed like a good sign. At least, much better than bending her arse over his desk.

That glee was short-lived.

Once standing near his bed, Lucifer rounded on her, backing her into the cold wall.

His hands slammed down on either side of her head, pinning her in place with nothing but sheer intimidation.

Lucifer glowered down at her, inches from her face. Unprepared for his anger, Hermione cringed away.

Hot breath ghosted over her ear as he spoke.

“I take it from your presence here tonight that you successfully avoided climaxing since last Friday?”

All she could manage was a nod.

When she heard the danger in Lucifer's voice, her stomach dropped and rolled like a stunt flyer.

“No wet dreams?”

Hermione now swallowed hard, and opened her mouth, “They were wet but . . . nothing happened.”

“Is there a plug in your backside?”

Her voice came out barely a whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Then your punishment will be short tonight.”

“Punishment?" she squeaked out loud, finding his words incomprehensible, "Did I do something wrong?!”

“Don’t play innocent with me, girl,” But, Lucifer just hissed at her confused face, “I know you did that on purpose today in class. You’re lucky I didn’t cane your impertinent little bottom right there in front of everyone.”

Although, Hermione knew he couldn’t, the threat made her wetter than ever.

A small trickle tickled past her labia.

This is NOT good.

Sharp fingers sank into her upper arm, and he dragged her over to his chair.

It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to understand, what was going on.

A blur of books on his table, was all she caught.

“Hands on the seat. Don’t move or you’ll get more!” he snarled.

As fast as she could, she pressed her hands.

Her heart and stomach seemed to be competing to see which could squeeze out of her esophagus first.

Hermione tried to swallow them both back down, but her mouth was bone dry.

Lucifer stood right behind her, tucking the back of her skirt into her waistband and pulling down her knickers without ceremony or comment.

They were red with black trim, and she’d charmed them that way just for him.

He didn’t even seem to notice.

Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to keep them contained.

His finger tapped at the plug. “Push it out.”

Face flaming, she obeyed.

Lucifer removed it, and Hermione felt oddly empty.

His footsteps echoed across the room, and the adrenaline surged through her bloodstream, leaving her shaky and tingling.

The clipped sound of his shoes on the stones returned.

“I’m sure you’ve never experienced the pleasure of the cane before. This should be memorable for you. I hope you learn this lesson, the first time. While it may leave your knickers wet, I did not give you the go on for public teasing or humiliation. If you EVER touch me inappropriately during class without my consent, I will cane you so hard you won’t sit for a week. Is. That. Clear?”

The biting hiss of his words stabbed at her gut.

He obviously didn't have a problem with her doing lewd things at her birthday in History of Magic's class.

Only, now he sounded furious.

'Don't touch him without consent'.... Hermione, now started to make little notes.

Her own voice wobbled with unshed tears, “Y-yes, sir. I apologize.”

“Count each stroke,” he said in return.

Hermione felt the cool touch of the wood lining up over her bum.

The sound of her heartbeat in her ears was getting more loud and loud, blocking out the noise of owls hooting, which seemed to have passed over through Silencing charm.

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