Chapter 3 - The Quidditch Match

Hermione was reading a book out by the lake when she felt it again. It went right for her clit and started working her again just as it had in the hallway half an hour ago. She put her book in between her legs to block it, but it just started on her nipples instead, poking and twisting them until it hurt. Hermione relented, pulling her book back up and allowing the…thing access to her sensitive nub. It rubbed her in a slow circular massage.

Hermione gasped. The feeling was coming again. She could only pray that it would finish her this time like her own wand had in the Great Hall.

After a while, Hermione put her book down.

Anyone out by the lake would have been surprised to see Hermione Granger, bookish nerd, dark curly hair splayed out over the ground as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide open, her hips swinging back and forth like she was fucking something invisible. Her hands squeezed her breasts together unconsciously, and her face was contorted in a rictus of pleasure.

Hermione moaned far more loudly than she would have dared only a few minutes ago. The feeling between her legs as her too-sensitive clit was stimulated by whatever it was was driving her over the edge. She kneaded her breasts between her hands and rocked her hips back and forth. It was so close, it was coming, she was about to—

The pressure faded. Hermione thrust her hips again, in shock as to what had happened. Then she realized. Once again it had brought her to the brink and abandoned her.

Still shaking, Hermione rolled over and leaned her head on her book. Tears dripped from her eyes.

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The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff saw a big turnout as usual. Draco was pleased to see Hermione heading into the stands with the other Gryffindors. He led Crabbe and Goyle toward where most of the Slytherins sat. With his Omnioculars held up to his face, he pretended to be interested in the game.

Instead of watching the idiots step out onto the pitch with their brooms in hand, he focused his Omnioculars on the stand. He found Hermione sitting in between Parvati Patil and that ugly Weasley girl, whatever her name was. Draco took out his wand and ostensibly turned his attention to the game. As a cheer rose at the start of the match, Draco muttered the incantation.

After a couple of dull minutes he casually glanced at Hermione. She was cheering somewhat half-heartedly for the idiot boy wonder as he flew around on his broomstick. Ginny and Parvati next to her seemed much more interested in the action.

Draco grinned. Soon the whole arena would be focused on a different kind of action.

He tilted his wand in her direction.. It took a bit of trial and error, but eventually he got the angle down. He poked her in the forehead, just wanting to get her attention. At first she looked hilariously dumb swatting at the air as if thinking a fly had landed on her, but through the Omnioculars he saw dawning realization and horror. She moved as if to push herself up. Was she going to run? Not good.

“Impedimenta.”

The invisible bolt of magic struck Hermione in the chest. The spell didn’t stun her, but it did slow her body’s movements. For thirty seconds she’d be helpless to do anything but sit there and take what he gave her.

He quickly pointed his wand between her legs. He had thirty seconds and didn’t want to waste them.

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Hermione gasped loudly as her movements came back to normal speed, as did a shock of intensified pleasure as if she had been stimulated wildly for thirty seconds. Her invisible assailant had returned and was tormenting her clit vigorously. She knew she ought to leave the stands or at least try to cover up, but for some reason she couldn’t make her body do anything but grip the edges of the seat, scrunch her face and try to steady her breathing.

Padma frowned. “Hermione, are you okay?”

Hermione tried to nod. “Uuuuuh huuuuh.”

In front of her Dean Thomas turned around at the sound of her low, trembling moan. He stared at her, then his eyes fell inevitably to her spread legs and the wetness between them.

Hermione felt a jolt of fear run through her. She ought to close her legs, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She just stared at Dean with glassy eyes as he shot her a quizzical look and returned to the game.

Mortified, Hermione closed her eyes and leaned back. Dean Thomas thought she was some kind of crazed slut now who got off without even being touched at a Quidditch game.

What made it worse was that he was apparently right.

The pressure rubbed her clit in small circles. Hermione’s already-needy body couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping her lips. She felt a fog descend over her mind as the pleasure crashed through her. Even as her lips jerked involuntarily, Hermione could only grimace and hope the end was coming soon.

“Wow, Hermione,” Ginny said. “You look...slutty.”

Hermione jerked back to reality, blushing furiously. She was letting it happen at a Quidditch game, what was she thinking? But even as she tried to close her legs, the pressure pushed hard against her clit. She doubled over, gasping with a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

Ginny frowned. “Are you…getting off? At a Quidditch game? What, do you carry a vibrator in there?”

Hermione shook her head desperately. “No, I haaaave a stomach ache!”

“Let me feel your forehead.” Hermione couldn’t bear to raise a hand from their iron grip on the seat to stop Ginny from placing a palm on her forehead.

Ginny withdrew her hand. “Wow, you are really flushed and hot. You might have a fever.”

“Yeah!” Hermione gasped. “A feeeever!”

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Draco wiggled his wand vigorously as he watched the Mudblood try not to cum in front of her friends. With the Omnioculars he could make out the flush on her grimacing face, the way her thighs trembled, spread so wide you’d think the slut wanted it. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he chuckled at the expressions she made as she tried to push away the ginger cunt.

Someone turned around in the seat in front of Hermione, a Muggleborn whose name Draco couldn’t remember. He grinned and jabbed his wand forward, forcing Hermione’s eyes open.

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Hermione gasped as she stared at Dean Thomas, who was looking at her utterly in shock.

“It’s not aaaah it’s not what it looooks like!” Hermione closed her eyes and turned away as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. As it passed, she opened them again and found Dean Thomas still looking at her with an increasingly skeptical expression.

“Hermione, are you spontaneously masturbating hands-free at a Quidditch match?” he blurted.

Steam shot out of Hermione’s bright red ears even as her hips shot forward, almost hitting Dean's face. He jerked back in surprise. Mutterings ran through the Gryffindor section of the Quidditch stands.

“What’d he say?”

“Hermione is what?”

“She’s—what?”

“Like back in the Great Hall?”

“What a slut.”

“Let me see!”

“She’s down there. Look how red her face is!”

“And she still can’t stop her hips from shaking, the whore.”

Hermione groaned as the assault on her body picked up yet again. The realization that she was being watched as something fucked her to pieces in front of the entire school was utterly humiliating, and yet she couldn’t pull herself away from this pleasure. On the contrary, she wanted it, needed it, the completion of the feeling that had been driving her crazy for weeks. It had tormented her for a month, left her unable to sleep or think or do anything but hope and fear for the next time it found her. Now it was pushing her farther than it ever had.

Hermione nearly screamed when Ginny and Parvati put their hands on her thighs, trying to still her shaking legs. Their touch felt amazing, and when her legs shook anyway despite their best efforts it felt like their hands were sliding over her legs.

Hermione screamed.

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“Sonorus,” Draco said.

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“AAAGH!” Hermione cried, her amorous voice magnified a hundred fold by the spell. The entire crowd sat in stunned silence as they listened to Hogwarts’ best student lose control to the throes of pleasure.

“OHHHH!” Hermione’s hips jerked violently. If she had been able to keep her eyes open she would have noticed that every pair of Omnioculuars in the stadium were turned on her. Several Quidditch players slammed into each other as the game ground to a halt.

The announcer broke the silence. Only his voice over the magical megaphone was any match for Hermione’s moans. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OVER IN THE GRYFFINDOR CHEERING SECTION SEVENTH-YEAR STUDENT HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER APPEARS TO BE ON THE VERGE OF ORGASM!”

“SHE’S PROBABLY BEEN SUCKING ON NARGLE WOOD,” said a dreamy female voice that sounded out of place in the announcer’s box. “THEIR JUICE MAKES WOMEN UNCONTROLLABLY HORNY. I KNOW BECAUSE SOMETIMES THEY POKE THEIR WAY THROUGH HOLES IN THE RAVENCLAW GIRLS’ LAVATORY.”

“WHATEVER IT IS, IT’S REALLY SLUTTY. SHE’S NOT EVEN TOUCHING HERSELF!”

The pressure on Hermione’s clit built to a crescendo. With her moans magically carried around the entire arena, Hermione shut her eyes tight and focused on the pleasure. It was nearing the point where the feeling always left her.

“Please,” she whispered, not even caring that all of Hogwarts was listening, “Please, please, pleaahhhh!”

This time, for the first time in a month, it didn’t stop. Hermione threw her arms around Ginny and Parvati and held on for dear life as the pressure on her clit rubbed her faster and faster. Her leaking pussy clenched madly as if searching for an invisible cock to squeeze, and for a confused moment Hermione almost wanted to beg Ginny and Parvati to pinch her painfully hard nipples.

Hermione’s hips bounced like a whore’s, but they weren’t fucking anything. Ginny and Parvati placed their hands underneath her skirt and on top of her inner thighs, trying to help her hold still.

“Geez, Hermione,” Ginny said. “Do you get fucked by the ghosts too?”

Hermione shook her head desperately as a low moan escaped her lips. She opened her eyes, looking at Ginny’s face, a mixture of amusement, condescension, and concern, and exploded.

The feeling in her clit multiplied tenfold and shot through her entire body, electrifying everything from her nipples to her toes as her body arched, twisted, squeezed and thrust in an incredible spasm of pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OooooOOOOooh!

Hermione came.

“Wow,” Ginny chuckled as Hermione sagged, her heavy, post-cum panting amplified for everyone to hear. “Seriously, what made you cum? Is it as simple as being watched by everyone?”

Hermione’ hung her head in shame. Her voice wasn't back yet, and even if it was she couldn't think of anything to say. She was utterly mortified at the thought of having just cum publicly in front of the entire school again. Who was doing this to her, and what did they want?

Distractedly, Ginny glanced down. Some kind of feeling was growing in her clit. Had seeing Hermione get off turned her on?

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Draco sneered at the sight of Hermione cumming her brains out in front of everyone, and he had to stop himself from laughing as her two friends set to work finishing her off. That was a Mudblood for you. Still, he was grateful for the robes that hid any tenting that might have occurred.

He sighed as he pointed his wand between Ginny’s legs. Amusing and useful as it was, his wrist was starting to hurt. He would have to teach the spell to the other Slytherins.