Horny Hermione - Greyback's Bitch *Reposted* - Sex Stories

Horny Hermione - Greyback's Bitch *Reposted*

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/Greyback, Hermione/Hagrid Monster: Werewolf NOTE: This is out of order. It came into my head and I just had to write it. Enjoy. I’m reposting this story after rewriting it. I’m sure there are still some errors to the story, but this is a hobby. The first time I posted it, I was in a hurry. I hope it’s better now. ~*~ It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year and Hermione grabbed her cloak and hurried down to the front of the castle. Filch was in his usual position by the front doors, checking permission slips. She’d avoided him as much as possible the past few weeks but he had a true knack for finding her. Now she ...

... had to willingly walk up to him and hand him her permission slip. His hand slipped across her large breasts ever so slightly as he gave her a lusty leer, running his tongue along his yellowing teeth. “I’ll be searching you for Weasley’s jokes extra well tonight.” He said it like a promise. Leaning in, he added in a soft whisper. “Little slut.” The words made her pussy tingle and her cheeks flare. Not meeting his eyes, she fled the castle. There was no help for her there. Anytime she tried to find help, either they took advantage of her condition, fucking her at every opportunity, or Filch got to them with that dreaded orchid before anything could be done, turning them into the lustying bimbos she’d become. As soon as she hit the boarder that separated Hogwarts from the rest of the world, Hermione ducked into the woods. Turning swiftly, she apperated to the Leaky Cauldron. When none of the books have proven fruitful at the library, Hermione realized that her only hope probably lay in the dark arts. A place like Knockturn Alley was probably where the orchid had been purchased in the first place so Knockturn Alley was exactly where she would go. Pulling her hood up over her curly brown hair, she kept her face ducked low as she hurried from the Leaky Cauldron, through Daigon Alley and to the forbidding darkness that was Knockturn. It was already growing dark there. It’d taken her longer to get out of the castle then she thought it would. That’s what happened when you were trying to ...