Horny Hermione - Slughorn's Slut - Sex Stories

Horny Hermione - Slughorn's Slut

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money. WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you. Coupling: Hermione/Slughorn. ~*~ Early the next day, Hermione slipped out of Gryffindor common room before most people were up. She hadn’t dared chanced going to the Greenhouses again after her encounter with Mr. Filch. The thought still left her feeling dirty and horny all at the same time. Disgusted with herself, she ran as quickly as she could down the steps, her large breasts jiggling with every step. As much as she’d tried, none of her bras fit anymore. None of her clothes for that matter. Her shirts were too tight, leaving buttons gaping in the front over her massive boobs and her skirts were now scandalously short. Holding her cloak ...

... tightly around her, she burst out of the castle and ran outright down to the Greenhouses. Thank goodness Professor Sprout liked early morning gardening before breakfast. “Professor,” Hermione said, her cheeks burning as she clutched the piece of parchment she’d sketched the flower on. “Oh my, Ms. Granger. What’s wrong?” the Herbology Professor asked, her eyes full of concern. Hermione let her cloak fall open to reveal her porn star grade body. Holding out the sketch she quickly explained what the plant had done to her. She even told of her encounter with Mr. Filtch and how he now had the plant. Professor Sprout studied the drawing and frowned. “I’m afraid I’ve never seen this plant before. But I’ll research.” “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Hermione asked, her pussy wet at the thought of all the boys in this school she could fuck. But her mind was horrified at the idea. “Oh, Miss Granger,” Professor Sprout gave her a sympathetic look. “Let’s go to Professor Slughorn. He should be able to whip up a potion to help.” Hermione nodded eagerly. Professor Slughorn was old, he’d been a potion master for ages. If anyone could help her, surely he could. Wrapping herself in her cloak again, Hermione followed Professor Sprout down into the dungeons where they found Professor Slughorn still in his sleeping dress, brushing down his large walrus mustache as he answered his door. “Just stay here,” Professor Sprout said, patting Hermione’s shoulder sympathically. “I’ll explain so ...