Chapter 1 Hermione's Interview 18+

Hermione felt a sense of trepidation about today's interview at Hogwarts, a renowned but notoriously difficult school to get into, except when applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's position. She knew it was a reputable institution, but the job description had been vague, and she hadn't had much time to prepare.

The recruitment letter had contacted her anonymously, informing her that she had been specifically headhunted by the headmaster of the school. He mentioned that she was the first person he had ever known to even receive an interview invitation. Hermione was both pleased and intrigued by this opportunity. With a starting salary of 5,000 Galleons a year, plus bonuses—four times her current meager wage as a Muggle-born employee at the Ministry of Magic—she knew it was worth pursuing. Moreover, the current headmaster was once her classmate, which added a personal touch to the interview.

She dressed sharply, adorning her lean figure in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. It featured a generous slit from her knee upwards, revealing her toned thigh when she moved. Believing that the key to feeling good was wearing good underwear, she slipped on silky black French knickers and a matching balconette bra that pushed her breasts upwards into two beautiful mounds. Her long legs were modestly covered in sheer stockings, held up by suspenders.

On top, she wore a bright white shirt, leaving a few buttons undone to showcase her gorgeous cleavage. After all, it didn't hurt to be a bit sexy at an interview, especially considering her interviewer was very likely to be a man—Hogwarts had a history of male-only headmasters. Until now, she thought, hopefully.

She used a smart belt to accentuate her tiny waist and completed her outfit with new shoes—4" spiked heel stilettos. The look was professional yet sexy, highlighting her curves to just the right effect.

Hogwarts had sent a Portkey to pick her up. Already off to a good start, she thought.

After a short journey, Hermione was dropped off outside the huge gates of the imposing castle that was Hogwarts. As a former student of this very school, she knew exactly where the headmaster's office was. It took her fifteen minutes to navigate through the labyrinth of stairs that made up Hogwarts. Finally, she reached her destination. The interview was to be held in the headmaster's office at the top of one of the castle's towers, and she reassured herself as she approached the circular, moving stone staircase concealed by a gargoyle on the third floor.

On the third floor, she was greeted by Dobby, Harry's elf. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Miss Granger," he said. "Please follow me."

She walked behind Dobby along a corridor adorned with displays of wealth. Moving paintings lined the walls, wood paneling added warmth, and a carpet so thick it made Hermione want to sink her bare feet into it.

"Good luck, Hermione," she said to herself, "I'm sure Harry will let you have the job." Hermione smiled as the rotating staircase carried her upward.

Dobby whispered "Phoenix Feather!'" to the Gargoyle guarding the door, which promptly swung open. Inside, behind an imposing mahogany desk, sat Harry himself. He rose to his feet as Hermione stepped into the room.

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry acknowledged with a nod. "I'll take it from here."

Harry was well-groomed, it seemed he had finally done something about his bird's nest hair, Hermione thought. Dark hair, emerald eyes, and a large, imposing frame rather than the scrawny build she remembered.

She took a seat on the other side of the desk as he poured her, oddly, not tea or coffee, but a glass of champagne.

"We like to do things my way at Hogwarts now," he said as he handed it to her. "Do you mind?"

"No, sir," Hermione responded. "At least I won't have to worry about nerves."

He smiled at her, and she noticed his eyes lingering on her full breasts spilling out of her shirt.

"Well, Hermione, I don't believe in pointless interview questions—I'd prefer to see you in action," he said, smiling. "So the first part of this interview will be dictation. Open up the parchment just there and we'll get started."

She did as he said, unrolling the parchment as he began to read from a small book he held in front of him. She wrote quickly, her delicate, French-manicured fingers moving rapidly across the parchment with her quill.

"Okay, that's enough," he said after ten minutes. "If you could just hand me what you've done as is, and I'll check for any mistakes."

He took the parchment from her, and she watched as he read what she had written, feeling a surge of nervousness each time he frowned. They weren't exactly very close friends at Hogwarts—Harry was a Slytherin, and she was a Gryffindor—but they were at least acquaintances. She hoped house rivalry wouldn't cost her this job. That would be pretty unfair, she thought.

"Hermione, there are a few errors that I'd like to go over with you," he said, looking serious. "Could you come around to this side of the desk, please?"

As she stood up, she noticed him glancing at her cleavage again. She walked around to him and rested one hand on his desk to look at the parchment. He pointed at the first paragraph, highlighting a spelling error.

"Hermione, this is pretty basic stuff. But I appreciate that you didn't get a chance to check it before you gave it to me. Have a look at the rest of the parchment and see if you can correct the other mistakes just now."

She began to read the parchment more closely, carefully editing the various errors that were scattered throughout.

She felt surprised, yet deep down, she knew this job offer had to have come with strings attached. No other position for someone like her, a Muggle-born, would ever pay 5,000 Galleons a year, along with "a generous bonus structure."

"I'm willing to take on additional duties, sir," Hermione said, still pretending to read the document. Harry's hand slid down and began to move up under her skirt. The skirt was tight, and his hand could only get so far. He moved his chair back a little, allowing more space between him and the desk.

"Stand in front of me, please," he ordered. She did as she was told, moving across and standing upright, facing away from him.

He pushed her skirt up higher and higher, revealing her suspenders and eventually her knickers. His hand traced a path up the inside of her smooth thigh almost to the top before pulling away.

"I'd like you to turn around and take off your shirt and skirt, please," he instructed.

Hermione turned around to face him and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. As she did, her magnificent breasts came fully into view. He smiled as he gazed at her taut body in the silky, provocative underwear she wore, taking in the suspenders and high heels as well.

"Now remove the bra and your panties."

Hermione knew this job had to be worth it. One shag and she'd secure the position, and he was quite attractive. She unclasped her bra, releasing her perfect breasts, and as they were exposed to the air, her nipples tightened into small pink buds. She stepped out of her panties, standing in just her stockings and heels in front of him.

He reached forward, stroking the outline of her breasts, then roughly tweaking her pert nipples. She noticed he was already hard through his trousers, and he looked big.

"Turn around and lean over the desk, please," he instructed, "and open your legs."

Hermione did as told, feeling her pussy open. She felt a rush of heat from being commanded, with little control over her actions. He was domineering and powerful, and she didn't feel she could do otherwise.

He stroked her inner thigh again, this time reaching the top and cupping her pussy.

"You're a good girl," he said, leaning over her, "having a nicely shaven pussy—I like it like that here."

She felt herself get wet as he began to touch her, finding her clit and circling his fingers around it, first gently, then harder.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so, Hermione" he stated. She gasped, as despite this he continued to work her clit, and she felt her pussy become more and more wet.

He moved his hands and slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy and then began to fill her with his fingers, inserting a third and thrusting them inside her repeatedly. She groaned, and he grabbed the back of her hair. "I told you, Hermione -- you are not to cum until I say so -- quiet!"

She silenced herself, and he carried on as he was before, pushing yet another finger up inside her. She felt so engrossed in what he was doing, and she began to enjoy him using her as he wanted. He removed his hands, and she heard him stand up from his huge leather chair and heard his zipper moving down, and a very soft thud as his trouser belt hit the floor.

He moved behind her and gave her a sharp slap on her ass. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly, Hermione, and you are going to every fucking second of it." As he said that, he rammed his cock inside her pussy, and pushed himself deep inside her, and she felt her tight pussy stretched as his huge cock took her fully.

He began to fuck her hard, thrusting sharply and filling her completely. She felt waves of excitement as she gave in to him, her body responding to every thrust. He pulled her hips even closer, taking her deeply, and she moaned with pleasure. As she did, he covered her mouth with one hand.

"I told you—not until I say so." He held his hand firmly over her mouth and continued to fuck her, delivering a sharp slap to her ass as punishment.

His fat, long cock pushed in and out of her wetness for what felt like an eternity, and she had to pull herself back from the brink several times to make sure she didn't cum.

"Okay, Hermione, I'm ready, and so are you. When I say cum, you can," he barked, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Faster and faster he went, grabbing the back of her hair again and pulling her head back as he continued to fuck her. He moved close to her ear and whispered, "Cum," and held her head as he pushed himself sharply into her.

Hermione let herself go, feeling waves of orgasm wash over her. She moaned loudly, "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, harder, ohhhhhhh!" She screamed as he thrust into her hard. She came, and so did he, holding her down as he thrust one last time before collapsing onto her, pinning her to the desk.

He whispered into her ear as her pussy tightened and relaxed around his cock still inside of her, "The job is yours, Hermione."

She dressed in front of him, smiling at having had such an enjoyable job interview.

"You can start on Monday, Hermione," Harry said, smiling.

"Great, thanks, Mr. Potter. Thank you for everything," Hermione responded. She picked up her bag and turned to leave his office.

"Oh, and Hermione," Harry said, "today wasn't just a one-off, you know. I'll require you to carry out all of my instructions as of Monday."

Hermione smiled, thinking that being fucked like that wouldn't be a bad thing. "Of course, sir. Is there anything you would like me to do on Monday in particular?"

"Well," he said, smiling, "my first instruction is that you do not wear any underwear…"