Apocrypha

(A.N. I was out of town for the last week with no internet, but I'm back now.)

Hermione, for probably the first time in her life, was anxious for classes to end.

There were two reasons for this.

Firstly was, of course, the Chatroom. While she so desperately wanted to study and examine it, despite its disgusting and sexist nature, she couldn't ignore her classes to do so.

The second reason was because this was the last day of school before they went on their winter holiday, and Hermione had plans for the holiday.

While normally she would be returning home to spend the holidays with her parents, Hermione had decided to remain at Hogwarts for her final Christmas in the great castle. Once she graduated in the spring, chances were Hermione wouldn't be coming back until her own children were attending in the far future.

Plus, she had plans for this final Christmas at Hogwarts.

Hermione had already confirmed that the vast majority of her fellow Gryffindor students would be returning home for the holidays, meaning there would be very few, if any, of them around the school during that time. So Hermione was planning to use that privacy to give the greatest gift she could think of to her boyfriend, herself.

Though they had been dating for a couple years now, Harry had only ever been a gentleman. He had never once pushed her into doing anything she wasn't ready to do, but now Hermione was ready to try and push their relationship to the next level.

Meanwhile Hermione couldn't believe the 'looseness' and depravity of those in the Chatroom, as even with her trying to focus on her classes, she was continuously being distracted by the various comments and images being posted on it.

The worst had been when one of them posted a picture of this Alex guy, who had been so breathtakingly beautiful that even Hermione had a hard time focusing on her lessons, despite his nudity.

After what seemed like an eternity they FINALLY got to their final lesson of the day, but unfortunately for Hermione that lesson was a history of magic, the dullest class they had.

Even for her this particular class felt like torture as their teacher, the ghostly professor Binns, droned on and on in his dull and monotone voice. It took all of Hermione's self control not to just get onto the Chatroom entirely then and there, and even then her only reasoning was the worry that she'd accidentally cause a scene from seeing something on there.

"You ok? You seem out of it today." Harry whispered to her as quietly as possible.

"It's nothing... Just looking forward to the holiday." She whispered back half truthfully, not daring to tell Harry the truth regarding the Chatroom just yet.

But just as Harry took her hand and squeezed it comfortingly, the door to the classroom was opened suddenly as a man marched in, his shoulder length black hair seemingly especially greasy, with pale skin and a hooked nose.

"I apologize for the interruption professor Binns." The teacher, Severus Snape, said in quiet and contained voice.

"Professor Snape! Well this is most unusual!" The ghostly professor Binns stated irritably, as he was VERY rarely, if ever, interrupted during his lessons.

"Yes it is." Snape answered in his usual drawl. "As I said, I apologize. But the headmistress has requested Potter and Malfoy to meet her in her office. Something about a fight?"

Hermione felt Harry squeeze her hand as they both recalled the event Snape was referring to, in which Malfoy had insulted Hermione for being a 'Mudblood', a derogatory term used for a person with non-magical parents like her.

"Harry..." Hermione said anxiously.

The amount of fights between Harry and Malfoy had been escalating ever since they started school, which was worrying Hermione since Harry had more to lose than Malfoy did. While Malfoy was a Slytherin Prefect, Harry was the Gryffindor Prefect, Quidditch Captain, AND Head Boy.

She didn't know if it was possible, but Hermione feared Harry facing a harsher punishment or being stripped of the privileges he'd earned over the last six years. Even if his aunt was the headmistress, it didn't mean she would show favoritism towards him. And this was already the TENTH time he had been called to her office since the school year started.

But all she could do was watch as Harry and Malfoy followed professor Snape out of the classroom, before professor Binns restarted his lesson as if nothing had happened. And within minutes everyone was starting to doze off once again. Everyone but Hermione.

When class finally ended Hermione hurriedly made her way to the Great Hall for dinner, where she hoped Harry would be waiting for her. Instead all she found was the entire student body as they ate and prepared to depart the next day.

With her boyfriend nowhere to be found, along with Malfoy, Snape, and the headmistress, Hermione assumed they were busy with whatever punishment was decided for the duo. So she quickly ate her meal before hurrying back to their dorm room, pausing only to give a look of disgust at the Weasley boy who was messily stuffing his face as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.

When Hermione was isolated within her dormitory, as everyone was saying goodbye to one another since they were leaving in the morning, she decided to put her attention to the Chatroom while awaiting word on Harry.

Waiting for Hermione was a notification from the Chatroom, which she hesitantly opened only for a large black book to appear out of thin air and land on her bed in front of her.

"How curious..." Hermione muttered as she examined the book, which was bound in a thick black leather, and had an ominous image on the front of a creature with numerous tentacles and lobster-like claws.

And while the book reeked of dark magic, there was an allure to it that prevented Hermione from tearing her gaze away from it.

In what many would consider to be an exceptionally foolish move, especially for one so intelligent as herself, Hermione opened the book to reveal pages of twisted and swirling text that appeared to be alive. And as ominous as the pages and text were, Hermione's eyes darted across them, not at all being able to understand what they said, but still feeling as if information was flowing into her mind.

She was so drawn into the text of the book, that Hermione hadn't noticed as several tentacles erupted from the book and wrapped around her head and neck as her vision began to darken.

...

When her vision returned to her Hermione had awoken in a strange and alien place.

There was a seemingly endless sea of what appeared to be greenish-black ink, numerous large tentacles appeared from random portals spread throughout the realm, and there were literal mountains of books while pages swirled and flew around her.

The scent of old parchment and ink filled her nose as Hermione looked around the alien world in awe, before her gaze settled on the only other people there.

"Hello Hermione." Greeted the only man amongst the group, whom Hermione assumed was Alex based off of the earlier picture.

However her expression immediately cramped when she saw that Alex had his hands on the waist of a woman with chin length black hair, and glasses, thrusting into her repeatedly as she tried to restrain her moans.

And gathered around the two of them were several other women, all naked even as they poured over the thousands of books present.

"JUST WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!" Hermione shrieked with righteous fury.

...

"Just a second..." Alex told her with a grunt, before giving one last thrust as he filled Sona with copious amounts of semen.

"Ngh..." Sona groaned as she desperately tried to keep her voice from leaking, even as white fluid leaked from her stretched holes.

Alex then slowly pulled his dual cocks out of her, which Sona felt like a torturously slow process that he was purposely drawing out, before conjuring a comfortable bed for her to lay in. He then turned towards the indignant and furious Hermione, his cocks melding together as he did so, and said,

"Welcome to Apocrypha, the realm of knowledge and fate."

Hermione didn't care to hear what Alex was saying though, as she demanded, "Have you no shame!?! ANY of you!?!"

Her words drew everyone's attention as they collectively looked up at her, allowing Hermione to see their faces for the first time.

Amongst them was Lala, Lucy, Levy, the Bulmas, Saya, Irene Belserion, Athena, Brigid, Mavis, Ruby Tōjō(Rosario Vampire), Yami, Rossweise, and of course, Sona.

Every single one had come with Alex to Apocrypha to learn the secrets of Tamriel, or to further their own area of expertise, like Brigid learning the secrets of Tamrielic smithing and how to work their materials. Rossweise wanted to learn about their types of magics, Lucy was speed reading to add as much information as possible to her 'Archive', Yami was just interested in a new world's literature, and so on.

Hermione had been an experiment to see if the Black Books could summon people from the different worlds of the Chatroom, which had been a resounding success. Of course, she wasn't entirely 'there' at the moment.

The 'real' Hermione was still back in her dorm room with the Black Book open before her, in a semi-spectral state with her mind itself in Apocrypha in a faux physical state. But Alex had drastically sped up time within Apocrypha while they were there, so hopefully when Hermione returned no time will have passed, and no one will discover her semi-spectral body or the ominous Black Book.

Even if she were to learn any of that right now though, Hermione wouldn't even give a damn as she watched numerous feminine figures from various backgrounds rise to their feet.

"Who are you to criticize me, foolish mortal?" Athena demanded in a harsh tone, well aware of the shame regarding their current state. However she had long since 'adjusted' to such situations, as every night within the space-time orb would inevitably lead to massive and prolonged orgies.

And while Hermione wanted to snap back at the goddess, she was unable to do so as a suffocating power descended upon her that caught anything else she would've said in her throat.

For several seconds the pressure bore down onto Hermione while slowly increasing, soon forcing her down to her knees as she became unable to breathe. And as her vision began to grow dark a figure stepped in front of her, before the pressure suddenly vanished.

"HAAA!" Hermione gasped as she sucked in as much air as possible, before glancing up to see a pair of balls right in front of her face.

"You should watch what you say Hermione. Asora is home to literal gods, and several don't take kindly to being chastised or told what to do." Alex told her with humor in his voice, not caring about his nakedness before her very eyes.

And the most horrifying part of the entire situation, Hermione BELIEVED him.

Never before had she felt so 'small'. So powerless.

Even with her wand firmly clasped in her hand, Hermione was sure it would be of no use to her whatsoever if she needed to defend herself. Even though she was the only clothed person present, she had never felt more exposed and vulnerable than she did in that moment.

The only situation she'd ever been in that felt relatively close to this was the Yule Ball during their fourth year, during which she had been Harry's date and he had kissed her for the first time under the mistletoe. But even THAT had been nowhere near as nerve wracking as this. And for good reason.

"Then what?" She spat out irritably. "Am I supposed to just hold my tongue as I roll over and let you Rape me or something?"

Alex just smirked as he kneeled down and gently gripped her chin between a couple of his fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye as he told her, "no. You're supposed to kick, and scream, and do everything in your power to fight the system as you see fit.

"Just remember two things, first of which is that ONLY power matters in Asora. You can kick and scream all you but, but it doesn't matter how 'right' you are, no one will listen if you don't have the strength to back yourself up. Secondly, I don't Rape. I fuck."

Alex then stood once again, putting Hermione eye level with his junk once more, and turned around to rejoin his wives, his red tail waving in her face as he did so. Hermione was left kneeling where Athena's pressure forced her down, her mind racing as she tried to rationalize everything that was happening.

She understood what Alex meant by needing power to make others listen to her, as people often tended to listen to Harry simply because of his status as The Boy Who Lived, and as the next head of house Potter. But despite her current status as Head Girl of Hogwarts, and being considered by all to be the smartest witch of their age, Hermione still had far from enough power and authority to make others listen to her.

Her desire to free house elves from enslavement still made her a laughing stock after all these years!

But the question was, HOW was she supposed to gain power?

Hermione was clever, no doubt, but she didn't possess REAL power, like what Harry, headmistress Evans, or professor Dumbledore had before he passed away. All she knew to do was read and learn spells.....

It was then that Hermione looked up suddenly in alarm, and recalled where they were. Apocrypha, the realm of knowledge.

She was literally surrounded by at least one world's collective knowledge and history. And even though the history wasn't as important to her right now, there HAD to be SOMETHING amongst the stores of knowledge she could use.

So, Hermione promptly got to her feet, and rolled up the sleeves of her robes as she got to work.

...

As she was doing that, Alex approached Saya as the pinkette looked at him and asked seductively, "Oh? Is it my turn already?"

Rather than answering directly, Alex instead lifted Saya up by her hips, sat where she had been sitting, and sat her down upon his erect cock.

""Tsss...""

Both of them hissed as Saya felt herself stretched further than any woman should be, and Alex as he felt her hot and moist hole squeezing and massaging the entire length of his cock, just as tightly as a virgin.

Saya leaned back into Alex's chest as he moved his hands up from her waist and to her breasts, squeezing them before his fingers transition to her rock hard nipples.

"So much for the tsundere." Alex murmured to her in amusement as Saya began to grind on his lap.

"It's kinda hard to be one when you fuck me every chance you get. I'm amazed I'm not pregnant yet."

"Do you want to be?" Alex asked her playfully.

"Mm... Not just yet." Saya replied with a gleam in her eye, promising much more 'fun' between now and when Alex eventually knocked her up.

"Good." Alex stated with a firmness that surprised her, making Saya look up at him questioningly.

"How would you like to rule Apocrypha?"

That question made her pause completely, before the pinkette slowly turned to look up at him.

"What are you talking about?" She asked quietly.

Alex gave gave her breasts a not-so-gentle squeeze playfully, before explaining,

"I'm talking about the Wardens for each realm of Oblivion. I would like you to manage Apocrypha for me, as only a genius such as yourself can."

For a moment Saya said nothing, her face away from Alex so he couldn't read her expression, though he could still feel her body shiver occasionally, more so on his cock.

"Why me?" She asked suddenly. "Why not Athena since she's an actual goddess of wisdom? Sona? Lucy? Levy? Ruby? Mavis? Irene?"

As she listened off every name she could think of Alex only smirked, before moving one of his hands up from her breast to her chin, and gently turning her head to face him.

"Because I want YOU to." Alex told her gently, before sealing her lips with his own a gentle yet passionate kiss.

Saya didn't raise another question or protest with Alex's intention to make her the Warden of Apocrypha after that. Not that her mouth was free enough to do so from that point on.

After they made out for an unknown amount of time, Alex pushed Saya forward suddenly so that her hands were on the table she had just been reading from. Her legs went to the ground while Alex stood behind her, his hands on her waist yet again before he thrusted forward into her.

"!!!"

Saya fought back a groan as Alex began to fuck her with much more enthusiasm than before, pushing further into her than he had been seconds before. She hadn't even known that WAS possible!

Soon the area began to echo with the sound of Saya's clapping asscheeks, while one of Alex's hands traveled up to lightly wrap around her throat. From there he stuck a couple of his fingers into Saya's mouth, which she eagerly sucked on and licked as if it were something else long and hard.

Saya was glad for the fingers since they helped to keep her from moaning like a whore as Alex fucked her. So she pined slightly when he took them away along with the hand at her throat, forcing her instead to bite down on her tongue to keep her voice contained.

"Hyah!" Saya suddenly cried out as Alex stuck his entire middle finger up her butthole all of a sudden, surprising her as Alex felt her shitpipe clamp down on his middle finger like a vice. While her cunt squeezed his cock even tighter.

"Not my ash~!" Saya slurred in ecstasy, even as Alex began pumping his finger in opposite time with his cock.

As his cock came out, his finger went in. When his finger came out, his cock went in.

It was a different sensation than when Alex used his dual cocks, as they at least moved symmetrically with one another. And because of it Saya's cries and moans echoed out for everyone to hear.

And with Alex knowing her own body better than she did by this point, he knew exactly which buttons to push, both inside and out, to make her repeatedly climax. She soon transitioned from moaning like a common whore, to spasming in what felt like a constant prolonged orgasm as Alex made her cum over and over in rapid succession. Giving her no chance to recover, or even catch her breath.

Her only release came when Alex finally reached the cusp himself, thrusting the entire length of his cock inside her with his head firmly inside her womb, before releasing an impossibly large torrent of burning hot seed.

Any other time this assuredly would've been enough for Saya to be impregnated right there and then. But Alex had other plans for her.

And somewhere within the recesses of her pleasure addled mind, Saya could feel a type of energy flowing INTO her body from the torrents of semen Alex filled her with. And even then she barely registered as Alex pulled his cock out of her womb, and his finger out of her ass.

Alex then wrapped his hand around Saya's neck yet again, before sticking the same finger that had just been up her butt into her mouth. Saya then readily suckled on his finger despite knowing where it had been, as it was standard for all of Alex's women to ensure they were completely 'clean' back there.

And as she did that Saya could feel something prodding her backside only a split second before Alex thrust his entire length up her butt at once.

"!!!"

Though she had expected it from the fingering she'd received earlier, Saya was still shocked by her bowels suddenly being stretched out and filled the way they had been. Thankfully, the power of Nika ensured she didn't feel any pain. Only pleasure as Alex began to pump in and out of her bowels this time.

Even as she clamped down on him even more tightly than before, Alex pumped rapidly and methodically as he targeted every single pleasure point inside Saya's ass. He knew her body so well and had so much practice, that Alex was making her feel even MORE pleasure from her butt than she had from her pussy. And Saya's butt wasn't even one of her weak points.

Alex continued pumping Saya's butt for what felt like an eternity, or a few seconds depending on the perspective, before he finally arrived at his second climax compared to the numerous ones Saya had experienced.

"Ngh!" Alex groaned as gave one last thrust to plunge into Saya's bowels as deeply as possible, before he filled them completely with potent seed.

Again, if she weren't barely conscious by is point, Saya could almost feel her body absorbing something from the semen in her bowels. But her mind was so clouded by pleasure she wasn't sure if that was the case or not.

What Saya did feel was when Alex suddenly flipped and turned her around, removing his cock and laying her on her back on the table while her head was now facing Alex upside down. Saya barely had any time to register what Alex was doing, when his cock was suddenly pressed against her lips.

It was on instinct more than anything when Saya opened her mouth to allow the thick cock access, which Alex readily thrust into past her lips, and down her throat. Hands gently on her head, Alex then proceeded to fuck Saya's face with the same vigor he'd fucked her pussy and ass with. The entire time his balls were smacking the pinkette in the face with each and every thrust.

Even as she was unable to breath amidst the violent face fucking, Saya was unworried since she knew Alex would never do anything to put her at risk. Despite her throat being completely filled and even stretched like her pussy and butt had been, Saya was still able to feel clean and fresh air in her lungs, showing Alex was ensuring nothing happened to her.

So she merely enjoyed the ride as Alex used her throat as he pleased, savoring the taste of his cock coupled with the taste of her own juices and butt as he did so.

But soon he reached the tipping point for that as well, giving on last thrust before Alex pumped torrents of semen directly down Saya's throat into her belly. And when every single drop of cum had exited his penis, Alex swiftly pulled it out before moving her into a new position as his cock reentered her cunt.

"Don't think we're done yet." Alex growled roughly into Saya's ear, making her shudder lightly at his voice even as he continued his rough and wild abusive fucking of her womb.

And that truly was only the beginning.

Over and over and over, Alex fucked each of Saya's holes with reckless abandon. He pumped her full of what must've been gallons and gallons of cum, yet her body somehow absorbed every single drop. Not a single drop even dripped from her roughly used holes.

And as Alex continuously fucked Saya while filling her with his cum, numerous changes began to happen to both her body and mind.

Her skin began to darken slightly as if it were tanned, while lettering of every single language began to appear and move across her skin, like a projection, and a pink gem appeared directly in the middle of her forehead, where it seemed to shine. Inwardly, Saya's body was strengthened far beyond what a normal human would've been capable of, while numerous types of energy began to flow throughout her.

Meanwhile, Saya's mind was slowly being filled with all of the knowledge of Apocrypha that Alex had obtained when he first consumed Hermaeus Mora.

Magic, crafting, styles off fighting. ALL of it filled her mind bit by bit with each load of semen Alex deposited into her body, and as he bound her to Apocrypha.

But even once she had obtained all of that, knowledge continued flowing into Saya's mind as Alex poured almost everything he knew into her. The martial styles he had learned, the different types of magics, even Age of Gods magics.

Even all of the different studies and histories he knew from different worlds entered her mind, filling it as numerous new books magically appeared around them, tomes filled with the new knowledge Alex was granting her.

Of course there was still more knowledge for Saya to obtain and store within Apocrypha, that would be one of her main jobs as it's Warden. She would also be tasked with managing WHO had access to the knowledge within, creating and depositing Black Books where those who were devoted in their search for knowledge would find them.

Unlike Mora, who had greedily hoarded his knowledge and only shared small fractions of it when it suited him, Alex intended to use Apocrypha as a hub of knowledge for the entirety of the Omniverse that he'd have access to. And it would be open to those who prove themselves and were devoted in their search for knowledge. AFTER Alex renovated the realm with Saya's help of course.

He had already discussed this with those who were present before Hermione arrived, aside from Saya being the Warden of course, and they had all received special charms that would allow them to enter Apocrypha whenever they wanted.

Now all that was needed was for Alex to grant Saya Authority over Apocrypha, making her something akin to his divine familiar while he was at it, and she would begin working on it for him.

...

Hermione was torn between amazement and disgust.

Amazement because of Apocrypha and the sheer amount of knowledge readily available within it, which she never would've known where to start in her search for knowledge and power it one of the beings here, a Seeker apparently, hadn't retrieved the books she needed.

They were an introduction to the different schools of magic that were available to learn from this world, Conjuration, Destruction, Alteration, Illusion, Restoration, and so on. The set up reminded her of the different classes they had at school such as Charms and Transfiguration.

And Hermione was able to read them at speeds she had only been able to dream of before thanks a pair of magic winged glasses the girl called Lucy gave her. Though they reminded her too much of Loony Lovegood's fake glasses that let her see Wrackspurts or Nargles, or whatever other nonsense she was going on about at the moment, they allowed her to read at a significantly faster pace while retaining everything within the book.

Books that would usually take her hours or days to read only took her anywhere from minutes to an hour. This allowed her to finish reading as many books as possible in a record amount of time, making her thankful to Lucy for the amazing glasses.

However Hermione was disgusted because the entire time she was trying to read, all she could hear was Alex and Saya's voices as he shagged her over and over again.

Even as she cast numerous silencing charms to read in peace, they didn't seem as powerful here as they were at home as they quickly wore off. Disrupting her reading yet again.

Hermione was about to pull her hair out in frustration when one of the women that were present and naked approached her. A petite girl that appeared FAR too young to be participating in such licentious activities.

"Here." Yami said as she handed Hermione a simple looking ring.

"What is it?" Hermione asked a bit more irritably than she'd meant to, though Yami didn't seem to blame her as she explained,

"It's a storage ring. Put the books you want to take into it, and read the book that brought you here to return to your world."

Hermione felt as if she could've kissed Yami at that moment as she did as petite girl directed, and her entire stack of books disappeared into the tiny ring.

"Thank you so much!" Hermione exclaimed as she tried to express her gratitude, to which Yami simply stated,

"Just don't leave any of those lying around, and don't show anyone. We don't want to risk exposure before Alex decides to go to your world."

Though Yami was thinking about the chances of another reincarnator in Hermione's world, the witch was instead thinking of the 'witch hunt' she'd be subjected to if others learned of the items she had on her person. The Black Book alone appeared at a glance to have been made with dark magic, so it wouldn't be a stretch for others to think the rest of the tomes she'd have with her to be connected since they all described magic the likes of which none of them knew of.

Even if some of the spells were basically the same, like moving objects or conjuring fire, the way to use them were completely different. Not to mention the fact that magic from this world apparently didn't require the use of wands, something that was completely unheard of to Hermione.

Even if she wasn't accused of practicing dark magic, Hermione would still be targeted by several of the greedy old families that would want this new and powerful form of magic to themselves. And there was no way she'd ever let that happen.

So after thanking Yami yet again for the ring, Hermione quickly read the Black Book she'd used to get there to return to her dorm room. And once her darkened vision returned, she let out a sigh of relief to be 'home' once again.

What surprised her was that seemingly no time had passed, which relieved Hermione somewhat so she wouldn't have to explain where she'd been for the last several hours. This also meant she was still alone, so Hermione readily pulled out one of the books she had brought with her, along with the glasses she'd gotten from Lucy as she continued reading.

Hermione couldn't help but be fascinated by the magic she was reading about, and had even tried several of the spells within the tomes that the seekers had brought her.

There had been the simple Flames spell, which was consider to be amongst the most basic of the Destruction school spells, in which Hermione had conjured a handful of fire that she'd have been able to shoot from her hands if she so wanted. Then there had been the Bound Dagger spell from the Conjuration school, which created a eerie spectral dagger in her hand that had possessed a rather frightening edge to it.

But then one of the spells she discovered she had was one called Clairvoyance of the Illusion school. At first Hermione scoffed at the spell since it reminded her of Divination, which she KNEW to be a subject full of rubbish taught by a fraud.

But, as she read the description of the spell, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if it could be used to check on Harry since he STILL wasn't back yet from meeting with the headmistress.

So, after a few minutes of deliberation, Hermione snatched the book up and quickly flipped through to see how exactly the spell worked. It was actually surprisingly simple.

She simply used the spell while focusing on what she wanted, and it would show it to her in the present if she was skilled enough with it. Apparently only the most powerful of Illusion based mages could use the spell to peer into the future, and according to the book they were few and far between.

Feeling a bit better about the spell, Hermione closed her eyes and tried using it while focusing intently on Harry to see what was going on.

At first there was nothing, only the darkness behind her lids. But just as Hermione was about to give up, a picture suddenly came into view.

At first Hermione was relieved as she recognized Harry through the heavily blurred image, but then the image cleared and she was able to see WHAT Harry was doing, along with being able to hear what was being said.

"YES! YES! YES!" Cried out the naked red headed woman who appeared to be in her twenties, but she wasn't the only one naked.

Also naked, and shagging her intensely was the man Hermione loved. Harry James Potter.

Hermione felt her heart shatter when she saw that.

So much so, that she almost hadn't registered the others present with the two of them, a naked Draco Malfoy, and a naked Severus Snape.

Snape was shagging the woman from behind as Harry shagged her from the front, timing their thrust perfectly as they did so with practiced movements. Meanwhile Malfoy was behind Harry, shagging HIM while he shagged the woman, whom Hermione recognized as none other than Harry's own aunt, headmistress Rose Evans.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Hermione, the teacher's pet and Head Girl, screamed at the top of her lungs.