News about Michael Corner fucking Ginny Weasley traveled fast, It seemed that everybody had heard about the Ravenclaw keeper's consolation prize.
Still stung by the Gryffindor win, the Ravenclaws found solace in gloating about Ginny Weasley's fucking. Ginny seemed embarrassed, but didn't make too much of it.
Harry was planning on getting revenge on Michael by playing a prank on him.
He grabbed his invisibility cloak and set off for the Ravenclaw common room. Harry was walking down the corridor near the Ravenclaw tower one day when he saw Ginny emerge from an unused classroom. She was closely followed by Michael Corner.
"I'm not going to lie, Michael," said Ginny, whose hair was a mess. "I'm surprised we did this again."
"I'm not," said Michael, smiling. "You really enjoyed it. No need to hide that, no one else here is gonna fuck you like that and that's why you came back."
Ginny said nothing as she just stood there looking mildly irritated.
"Question, what do you think of anal?" Michael asked.
"Goodbye, Michael," Ginny said, and turned to leave.
Harry watched as Michael hugged her towards the walls and started licking her neck while he squeezed her ass through her skirt, then he reached inside her dress and started kneading her boobs while giving her neck a bite.
He gave her ass a loud spank before going. As Ginny walked by, Harry couldn't help but see the little glob of cum on her cheek. Michael entered the common room with Harry following closely behind.
Michael went and sat with some friends of his, Anthony Goldstein and Roger Davies.
"Where were you?" asked Anthony.
"Fucking my dear Ginny Weasley's tight pussy."
"Again?" laughed Anthony.
"My dear bitch can't get enough of my cock."
"How the hell did you manage to fuck Ginny Weasley... Twice!?" asked Roger.
"I've got a big cock," smiled Michael. "And I know how to fucking use it."
"So do I, yet I've never fucked anybody as hot as her," replied Roger. "And I'm better looking than you!"
"You can try to go for her, but you might be a disappointment after me."
"I don't want your sloppy seconds."
"Well, Ginny certainly gives sloppy blowjobs, but her tongue feels good on my cock. Bitch was salivating just at the thought of my dick."
"You know who'd probably be great at sucking dick?" asked Roger. "Hermione Granger."
"Potter's friend?" laughed Anthony. "She's such a prude I bet she's never even seen a dick, though she is fucking fit."
"And fit to fuck," said Roger. "I've been wanting to get between those legs for years. I bet she's really tight."
"Yeah, but like I said, she's a textbook good girl."
"Exactly!" exclaimed Roger. "She's constantly under stress and has never been with a guy before. I bet she's aching to get fucked. In fact, I bet she's got her fingers in her hot twat right now.
Sliding in and out, covered in her juices, wishing for something bigger to stretch out her pussy. Fuck... What I'd do to fuck that hottie."
"I can help with that," said Michael. "If you want."
"I can do it on my own, thanks," said Roger hotly.
"Sure you can," smirked Anthony.
"Yeah, I fucking can."
"Wanna bet on it?" asked Michael.
"Sure, what's the bet?"
"If you win, I'll talk you up to Ginny."
"I can talk her up mysel...." snapped Roger.
"And get her to have a threesome with you and Hermione," interrupted Michael. "You think you could get them both, together on your own?"
Roger was silent.
"Didn't think so," said Michael.
"Ok, so what if I lose?" asked Roger.
"You talk me up to your sister," said Michael.
Roger's sister, Hayley Davies, was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and she was the wet dream of every guy in the school.
She was gorgeous and had large E-cup breasts. Every guy thought about her when they jerked off, and it drove Roger mad.
Roger, looking annoyed, sat thinking for a long while before he finally spoke.
"Ok," Roger said.
"So just to be clear, if you win, I help you fuck Ginny, and Hermione together," said Michael.
That shit-eating grin he gave Harry crept back onto his face as he finished, "And if I win and you strike out, You help me fuck your dear sexy sister."
"Yes," said Roger tensely. "How long do I get?"
"A week sound fair?" said Anthony.
"Yeah," replied Roger.
"I can hardly wait," said Michael as he sat back in his chair, grinning wickedly.
After Roger was gone, Michael had a devilish grin on his face and said to Anthony, " Idiot, like hell I am giving him my girl. Ginny is completely mine to do whatever I want, and that idiot will fail and I will get to fuck his sister. Oh, how much I wanted to fuck that piece of ass for so long."
"You are really evil, Michael," Anthony said, laughing weakly.
Harry, abandoning all thoughts of his prank, slunk out of the Ravenclaw common room, praying that Hermione had stronger resolve than Ginny.
Harry spent the next few days keeping a close watch on Hermione whenever he could. Unfortunately, he couldn't follow her everywhere.
He felt himself constantly wanting to check the Marauder's Map, but was afraid someone might spy him using it and ask awkward questions.
It wasn't exactly a common piece of parchment.
Despite his worries and concerns for Hermione, he knew that she wouldn't fall for Roger's charms. She was too clever to fall for his antics and too good to embrace depravity.
Harry was sitting in the common room alone three days after Michael and Roger made their bet. He was doing his Defense homework when Hermione sat down beside him.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted him cheerfully.
"Hermione!" said Harry, excited to see her. "Thank Merlin you're here. I've been working on Professor Davies' homework for ages. It's a lot more complicated than I thought. Can you help me?"
"Yes, of course," said Hermione brightly. "How far are you?"
Harry explained his progress, or lack thereof, to his studious friend and was thrilled that she was willing to help him.
After 25 minutes going through it together, they were finished and Harry breathed easily.
"Thanks, Hermione, you're a lifesaver," said Harry.
"You're welcome, Harry," said Hermione.
"I'm kinda surprised you were so quick to help," said Harry. "I thought it'd take some convincing."
"Oh, well, I actually had help with it myself," said Hermione.
"Really?" asked Harry, curious to know which student was bold enough to offer Hermione their help. "From who?"
"Roger Davies," said Hermione, her cheeks going slightly pink.
Fuck, thought Harry. That little blush told him everything he needed to know, that handsome bastard had made his move, and Hermione was falling for it. Harry needed to know more.
"Roger Davies?" asked Harry, trying to sound casual. "When?"
"Earlier today," replied Hermione. "I was in the library trying to find the answers, when he asked me if I needed any help.
He said he had researched the subject a lot, a few years back, out of curiosity. He was very helpful."
I bet he was, thought Harry.
"Why did he help you?" Harry asked, hoping to open her eyes to Roger's intentions.
"He was just being kind, is all," said Hermione, cheeks still pink.
"He was actually really sweet. He asked me to tutor him in Charms and he's been having trouble with a few spells, and asked me to help. I'm meeting him later tonight."
"Tonight?" asked Harry, incredulous.
"Yeah, he couldn't meet earlier due to his Quidditch commitments and he's helping his sister with something. Isn't he sweet?"
Harry sat for a minute thinking over the situation, as much as he trusted Hermione, he couldn't let her walk into the lion's den. Plus, Hermione wasn't used to guys approaching her and might not have a keen eye for trouble.
He'd hate for her to get hurt, or be humiliated by that asshole, so he decided to tell her the truth.
"Hermione, he's trying to sleep with you," said Harry quickly.
Hermione looked taken aback by Harry's sudden change in tone, and the information he provided.
"Harry, I appreciate you looking out for me, but he behaved like a complete gentleman. I'm certain that his intentions are completely honorable."
"Well, I know they're not," said Harry flatly.
He was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but he saw no other way. He had to tell her the whole story or at least, most of it.
"Look, I was angry when I heard the news about Ginny and Michael Corner. I wanted to get revenge on him for treating her like that and telling everybody, so I snuck into the Ravenclaw common room in my invisibility cloak and while I was in there, I overheard Michael talking to Roger and I heard Michael bet Roger that he couldn't....get in your pants. That's why he's helped you, and asked you to tutor him. He's just trying to sleep with you."
Hermione sat looking hurt as she absorbed Harry's words.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," said Harry. "But he's not a gentleman."
"You're sure?" she asked. "He's just trying to sleep with me?"
"I heard the whole thing."
"What did they say about me?"
"You don't wanna know, it was pretty filthy. He's not a nice guy."
"What did he say?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Hermione, you don't want to he....."
"Harry, what did he say?" she asked with an edge in her voice.
"...he said that he thought you'd give good blowjobs..."
"And?" she asked, angrier.
"And that he thinks your...."
"Harry?"
"He thinks you'd be really tight." Harry made a face, trying to make it clear that he'd never had that thought which wasn't exactly true. The truth was, Hermione was hot. There was no denying it, not even when he was alone at night with his thoughts.
She looked very angry.
"That fucking creep," she said, and she stood up and raced for the door.
"Hermione!" called Harry, standing, but she was already out the portrait hole.
Harry felt bad about hurting her, but knew it was better this way.
He couldn't help smiling as he imagined the telling off Roger was about to get. Although his smile faltered a little when he realized that this was exactly what Michael Corner was hoping for.
Authors Note:-
Well.... Hermione is in the mix....
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