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Hermione Granger was not happy. She was a prefect, something she had worked hard to obtain, but that didn't help the lingering sense of dread she felt. Last year was the first real event of Voldemort's return and the start of the second war.
The Hall of Prophecies debacle made it clear that even with the extra tutoring, they were woefully unprepared. Yes, they were students facing off against adults, but still. To make matters worse, Sirius had died leaving Harry alone once more. He wasn't the same after that, not that she could blame him. She had no idea how she would react if one of her parents died. Especially if they did so while defending her. Just thinking about it made her heart hurt.
Harry was noticeably more withdrawn this year. The fact that Headmaster Dumbledore had him working on some secret project and had arranged for private lessons with Professor Snape did not help matters. Ron, surprising no one, was more interested in slobbering over Lavender than to actually help his friend. It was becoming all the more clear that the Golden Trio, as people called them, were starting to fracture. She was beginning to wonder if they would be able to repair their relationship.
On top of everything, now she was doing prefect patrols alone. You would think after the battle in the ministry that there would be some more security, or even a mandatory order that prefects traveled in pairs. No such luck. Just another thing that she needed to work on improving once she was in the ministry. Again, Ron was of no help. It wasn't his turn, so he saw no reason to do rounds. She couldn't bring herself to ask Harry. He already had so much on his shoulders.
All of this resulted in Hermione being wound rather tight. Her wand hadn't left her hand all night. As much as she hated to admit it, she was jumping at the shadows. The damnable ghosts and paintings didn't help matters. A random snore from behind her, or the hallway over, would send a chill down her spine. Not to mention that while being a magical castle, Hogwarts was still a castle. It was drafty. The breeze whipping through the halls would cause tapestries to snap against stone. When it hit the right angle, it would whistle through the suits of armor in a way that sounded like screams.
By the time she got back to the tower she was ready to collapse. Seeing Professor McGonagall in the common room was enough to tickle her interest, but not enough to overrule sleep.
"Good evening professor." Hermione said with a tired smile.
"Good morning, Miss Granger." McGonagall replied.
Hermione stopped. "Good morning?"
"Quite." McGonagall didn't look too pleased. Of course, she always had that stern look on her face. "I was informed that you didn't check back in at the end of your patrol."
"I just finished." Hermione explained. "I was heading to bed now."
"Hm." McGonagall studied her for a moment. "If it were anyone else, I would have given you detention."
"Thank you, professor." Hermione sighed.
"Don't thank me just yet." Professor McGonagall continued. "I was looking for you specifically."
"Oh?" A spike of dread lanced through the fog of tiredness.
"There are a couple of students that need tutoring." The Scottish Professor explained. "They are in Slytherin, due to this, the staff find ourselves looking for a steady hand, and mature outlook."
"Their own House won't help them?" Hermione was baffled. Sure, there were some people in Gryffindor that she didn't like, but she would still help them if they needed it.
"Apparently." Professor McGonagall smiled, seemingly knowing what she had been thinking. "My thoughts went to you. Not only are you smart, but you don't shy away from other houses during schoolwork. I know for a fact you are partnered with more than one Slytherin in your current classes."
"That is true." Hermione spoke slowly. "Daphne Greengrass in Ancient Runes and Millicent Bulstrode in Arithmancy. They are rather adept in those classes, though."
"You're doubting you would have the same work ethic with a student that is in need of assistance?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"No, of course not." Hermione replied quickly.
"I expect you to meet the students this afternoon." The professor said. "I have created a study area next to my classroom for you to use. I do not see the students becoming an issue, but with the current state of things I would rather have my lions close."
"Thank you, professor." Hermione said with a tired smile. The dash of adrenaline had worked its way out of her system. She was once again having a hard time staying awake.
"Get some rest, Miss Granger." The professor said with a small smile.
Hermione nodded. She found her way to her dorm and stared longingly at her bed. Lavender and Parvati hadn't started their morning routines yet, due to it now being Saturday. That meant that the showers were open. Hermione trudged into the closest shower cubby and closed the curtain before stripping down.
She wasn't ashamed of her body, she just didn't want the other girls to see her. Lavender and Parvati were all too keen on talking about who had the bigger breasts (easily, Lavender), who had the better ass (undoubtedly Parvati), and who was developing a great figure. They had tried to get her in on the conversation, but Hermione wasn't comfortable with that.
Plus, she knew she had the best ass in the room. Not that she'd ever admit the fact to them. Her breasts weren't nearly as big as Lavender's, they were a little smaller than Parvati's too. They were nicely shaped and fit her body. There were a couple of girls that weren't so lucky. Before her trip to France, she had never realized how many different types of breasts there were. Her mother had taken her to a topless beach, her father had been too embarrassed, and it had been a learning experience. She wasn't much of an artist, but she was able to use magic to sketch the various body-types she had seen.
Hermione had ended up spending a couple days on the beach studying people. Once she got home, she realized that she effectively had a sketch book full of naked women and quickly hid it. She had thought of destroying it except the drawing had taken quite a lot of time.
All things considered; she was happy with her body. Not that she had much time for romance anyway. They couldn't all be as careless as Ron. Which was another point of contention. She wished she could get over the stupid crush she had on him. It made no sense. He was brash, lazy, and completely oblivious. That didn't stop the first year Hermione having a crush on the boy with dirt on his nose. He reminded her of a puppy back then. Excitable and not quite adjusted to his body. Her attempts at friendship had failed miserably, which had led to the encounter with the troll. She wasn't stupid, she knew that Harry was the driving force that saved her. At the time, all she could think about was how Ron had come to rescue her as well.
"Silly little girl." Hermione muttered.
She realized that she had been standing in the shower for a few minutes now. Her body had moved on autopilot, taking off her clothes and going through the process of washing. A small blush graced her cheeks. She didn't want the girls to think she was taking those kind of showers. Hermione turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel before heading to bed. She caught a drying charm as she neared her bed. Hermione had just enough energy to get on her night clothes before she passed out.
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Hermione slept through breakfast. She woke up to an empty room. Her clothes were still in the laundry basket where she put her dirties. She couldn't figure out why the elves were so mad at her. She had been trying to help them get their freedom. Now, they only did her laundry if she left it out like her dormmates. They would clean it and return it folded neatly, as well as expertly pressed, but on the table beside the door to the showers instead of on her bed or in her trunk.
She made her way down to the common room. Ron was busy playing chess while Lavender sat in his lap. Parvati was nearby talking to the girl. Hermione tried to ignore how Ron has his hand blatantly on Lavenders thigh. Harry sat near the little group, but apart from them. He was brooding and had been doing that a lot lately. Luckily, Ginny was close by. She and Harry had kind of been flirting, but it was hard to tell. Regardless, Ginny was someone Hermione could count on to keep an eye on the boy.
Hermione took a deep, calming breath before heading over to them.
"Hello, Mione!" Lavender said brightly.
Hermione winced. The girl was constantly swapping nicknames for her. At least Mione wasn't the worst of them. There were a couple of days where she insisted on calling her Mi-Mi. A couple of quick stinging hexes cleared that up. They were underpowered and covert, but the message sank in.
"Hello." Hermione gave the girl a polite nod.
"Where were you last night?" Lavender asked. "Were you with some handsome stranger?"
"Hermione with a handsome stranger?" Ron scoffed. "That would never happen."
"Thank you, Ronald." Hermione said tersely. "No, I was on my prefect patrols. They took longer than expected. In fact, I didn't return until this morning."
"Are you safe?" Harry asked.
His green eyes had a slight touch of panic in them. He had leaned forward onto the balls of his feet, as if ready to spring from the chair at any moment.
"Yes, Harry." She replied soothingly. "I was being careful, and it took longer than usual."
Harry seemed mollified by that. She gave Ginny a look. The redhead nodded before scooting a bit closer to the raven-haired boy. Hermione couldn't hear what they were saying, but Ginny struck up a gentle conversation with him.
"You were up all night on patrol?" Ron shook his head. "That's mental."
"Some people take their assignments seriously." Hermione cut back.
"I take being a prefect seriously." Ron argued. "I do my patrols and make sure to keep those slimy snakes in line."
Hermione stared at him. The boy honestly saw no issue in that statement.
"We'll talk more about this later." Hermione said with a finality in her tone that brokered no argument. "Professor McGonagall asked me to tutor some students starting today. I need to gather my materials before then."
"Who are you tutoring?" Lavender asked. She was always happy for a bit of gossip.
"I don't know yet." Hermione replied.
"What subjects?" Lavender pressed.
"I'll find out later." Hermione answered.
"How are you supposed to prepare?" The blonde girl asked.
"Professor McGonagall was the one who asked." Hermione explained. "Meaning that most likely it would be in transfiguration. She mentioned that the other professors had been discussing who to assign, so that might mean it will be more than one subject. To best prepare, I'm going to get a lesson plan for each major subject."
"You're going to create a study guide for transfiguration, charms, potions, and defense." Parvati asked. She looked at Hermione in a mingle of confusion and awe.
"As well as History and Astrology." Hermione answered with a nod. "If you'll excuse me. I need to get started so I don't miss lunch."
Hermione headed back to her dorm. She had checked in on them and there was still some time before lunch would be served. That left her plenty of time to get ready.
"Bloody mental I tell you." Ron said as she left. He didn't even bother to whisper.
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She was glad she didn't tell them it was Slytherin students she was going to be tutoring. Ron would have thrown an absolute fit and Harry would have probably insisted on tagging along. McGonagall had made sure that they would be nearby, just to be safe. Harry being there would have made things needlessly tense.
Hermione was tense enough already. She didn't want to play into Ron's way of thinking, but being alone with a couple of Slytherin students was stressful. There were bad seeds in every house, it just seemed like there were a lot of them in with green trim.
Her bag was packed with some studying supplies as well as a couple of prank items she had confiscated. A Cracker Ball, which was a ball that made a loud cracking sound when dropped which was great for a distraction, and a Shock Wand, a wand that gave a little jolt when touched. They weren't anything serious, just some tricks to tip things in her favor if anything got rough.
Hermione made her way to the Transfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall met her in the hallway.
"Miss Granger." The professor said, motioning across the hallway. "This way."
Hermione followed the dignified professor into the room to see Crabbe and Goyle standing awkwardly in the room. She tried not to look too surprised at the duo. Though she did shoot a quick look at McGonagall. What was she thinking? These two were practically the next generation of Death Eaters.
"Mister Crabbe and Mister Goyle have shown themselves to be much more academically inclined than previously believe." Professor McGonagall explained.
Crabbe stared blankly ahead, not really looking at them. Goyle seemed to be slightly embarrassed. Of the two, Crabbe hadn't changed much since the first time she had seen him, he simply had gotten bigger. Goyle on the other hand, had shed the childhood pudge and appeared rather solid.
"They are passing Potions." Professor McGonagall's words were soaked in disappointment. It seemed even the other staff knew of Snape's favoritism. "However, they need assistance in Charms, Transfiguration, and Runes."
"Runes?" Hermione asked.
"Mister Goyle slipped into the class last year." The professor explained. "After the shuffle of that year died down, it was thought that he had been placed in error. It was not."
"Oh." Hermione looked at the two once more. "And Crabbe?"
"He has shown a previously undiscovered talent for Charms." McGonagall answered. "While their revealed talents are on par, they lack quite a few passing written assignments and theory. You will be working with them to prepare for an assessment of each subject to adjust their grades."
Hermione nodded.
Professor McGonagall turned to look at the duo. She fixed them with a stern glare. "I will be right across the hall and will check in periodically. Is that understood?"
The two nodded. Crabbe apparently had been paying attention.
"Miss Granger." The professor motioned for her to step forward. "The floor is yours."
All three of them watched as the professor left the room.
"Thank you for this." A low, rumble of a voice said.
Hermione snapped her gaze to look at the duo. She wasn't sure which one had spoken. In fact, she couldn't remember ever hearing them speak before.
"I will do my best. I expect you too as well." Hermione said.
Goyle nodded. "We will."
It was he who spoke.
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They didn't speak much that first session aside from instruction. Or the one after that. Crabbe was the quieter of the two, seemingly 'talking' to Goyle by looking at the other boy, who would then translate what the intent. Hermione didn't see any change in expression, but Goyle did.
It wasn't until the third session that they broached any sort of conversation.
"You seem agitated." Goyle said.
Hermione looked up at him. She tried to keep the shock from her face. Not only was that a word she didn't expect him to use, but he was right.
"I'm dealing with something." Hermione snapped. She took a steady breath. "Thank you for your concern."
Crabbe looked at Goyle.
"It's Weasley." Goyle said, it was a statement not a question.
Hermione stared from Goyle to Crabbe. She nodded. Crabbe continued to look at Goyle.
"He's been leaving the prefect duties to you." Goyle continued. "Leaning on you to pass his classes while he doesn't hold his end of things."
"Ronald is my friend." Hermione countered.
"You're the one putting in more." Goyle didn't look at Crabbe this time. "Friendship is a social contract relying on a give and take relationship based on good faith. From year one, Weasley hasn't maintained his side of the contract."
Hermione thought about it for a moment. She hated to admit it, but they had a point.
"You're a lot smarter than people think." She said slowly. "Why is it just now showing?"
"Our Houses are in service to another." Goyle explained. "We are here to provide support and are never to surpass."
"You can't do better than Malfoy." Hermione said more to herself than them. "What changed?"
"Fourth year for me." Goyle replied. "Fifth for Vinnie."
"Vinnie?" Hermione asked.
"Vincent Crabbe the Second." Crabbe said. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Nice to meet you." Hermione replied with a smile.
Crabbe blushed and quickly went back to his work.
"What happened in fourth year?" Hermione shifted her attention back to Goyle.
"The Tri-Wizard Tournament." Goyle answered easily. "Draco wanted the badges, we made them. A mixture of Runes and Charms. We thought with all the chaos no one would notice our proficiency."
"And Fifth year?" Hermione asked.
"With Umbridge, we thought we could escape notice." Goyle explained. "Everyone would be focused on her, thinking we were put in classes we didn't qualify to work as spies."
"You were both on the Inquisitor Squad." Hermione shifted in her seat, her first day nerves returning.
"We did what we could." Goyle couldn't look her in the eye. "You bunch weren't as sneaky as you thought. We couldn't outright support you, the best we could do was try to divert the attention."
"Oh." Hermione said softly. "That's… huh."
Crabbe tilted his head, looking at Goyle.
"Fourth year charms." Goyle said, shifting the conversation back to the matter at hand. "Exploring the theory of silent casting."
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"Hermione." Goyle said, seemingly appearing beside her in the hallway.
For a big guy he certainly was quiet. Hermione jumped a bit. She turned to him, giving him a little smile.
"Hello, Gregory." She returned.
"What are you doing here?" Ron snapped.
The group of Gryffindors were standing outside Transfiguration, waiting for the door to open. Well, Hermione was. Ron was trying to convince Lavender to scuttle away to a broom closet. Harry was standing off to the side, almost part of the group, but not really. His eyes trailed Goyle with a hard edge of menace.
"He is speaking to me." Hermione said with a glare. "What's up?"
"Could we meet this evening?" Gregory Goyle asked. "I want to be ready for tomorrow."
"And what happens tomorrow, huh?" Ron growled as he stalked closer. "You and the rest of the snakes going to bend over for your dark lord?"
"Ron!" Hermione stepped in front of him as she yelled. "Gregory is my study group."
"Who is Gregory?" Ron asked.
"Gregory Goyle." Hermione replied motioning to the taller Slytherin boy.
"Since when are you on first name basis with a snake?" Ron huffed.
Hermione turned to Goyle, ignoring the ginger. That only made Ron even more angry. In a smooth motion, Hermione twisted to face the boy, flicked her wand, and then turned back to Goyle. Ron found himself skidding along the floor on his butt. There hadn't been any pain, or impact, he simply was sliding away like he was at a water park.
"Sorry for the interruption." Hermione gave Goyle a bright smile. "You were saying?"
"Are you ok?" Goyle asked.
"It was just a little transfiguration and charms." Hermione said with a shrug.
"You're amazing." Goyle said. He flinched when he realized he had spoken aloud.
Hermione blushed. "This evening then?"
Goyle nodded. He strolled away, faster, and quieter than anyone would think. She watched him go. Ron made it back just in time for the door to open. The back of his robes was covered in dust and grit. His face was a darker shade of red than his hair and he was glaring at Hermione.
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Hermione focused on arranging the study area. She gritted her teeth, holding her emotions in check. This wasn't twelve years old anymore, she wasn't going to cry over something damned Ron Weasley said to her. She practically screamed when something touched her shoulder.
She turned around to see Crabbe and Goyle behind her. The shorter, fluffy boy held his arms out to her. Hermione sprang forward, gripping him tightly in a hug. Goyle wrapped his arms around her as well. She held on, finally feeling safe enough to let the tears out.
Crabbe broke the hug first. Hermione shifted her arms to Goyle.
"Good idea." Goyle said.
Hermione looked up at him. Movement to the side turned out to be Crabbe leaving the room.
"Where's he going?" Hermione asked. "We still have to study."
"He's going to get some food from the kitchens." Goyle replied. "We can eat dinner in here."
Goyle pulled her into his lap as he sat down. She held tight, enjoying his the feel of his muscled arms and solid chest. Goyle began to hum something soft and low. It was a melody that she didn't quite recognize. She looked up at him, suddenly struck by how gentle he had been this entire time.
He tilted his head to check on her.
"You have hazel eyes." She whispered.
Goyle smiled. That was it.
Hermione's grip shifted from his torse to the back of his head. She pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a hurried kiss. Goyle froze for a moment before replying with equal passion. He pushed her away once her tongue had slipped past his lips.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"Are you sure about this?" Goyle asked.
"Blast you." She growled.
Hermione climbed onto him, straddling his lap. She kissed him hard, running her hands through his hair. His hands began to explore her body, running up and down her torso. Even then, he was gentle. His explorations never going beyond a slight brush against the side of her breast and never reaching below her waist.
This brute, this Slytherin had shown her more kindness and care in the last month than Ron had in years. Hermione moaned as his thick fingers ran up the back of her neck. He gripped a handful of her hair, just tight enough to pull her head back. Goyle attacked the newly exposed stretch of skin. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt the glorious sting of his teeth.
Her hands pressed against his chest, reveling in the feel of the muscle that most wizards neglected. She had seen Harry a couple of times with his shirt off. Her friend was fit, but he didn't have the bulk she liked. Hermione hated to admit it, there was just something about a muscular guy that did it for her. Not like those bodybuilder or action movie types, but the real muscle.
She growled in frustration. His school sweater was in the way. Hermione's hands scrambled lower, finding the edge of his clothes before beginning to work them loose. Goyle chuckled. She glared at him. The complete lack of ill intent in his eyes melted her frustration.
Goyle scooted back just enough to give her some more room. He pulled off his sweater. Hermione began to unbutton his shirt while his arms were raised. She had it undone before he could finish pulling off his sweater. Hermione grabbed the bottom of the shirt, untucking it completely. The only thing holding it on were the sleeves.
She dragged a moan from him as she began to assault his chest. Hermione's fingertips explored the expanse of flesh. Her lips and teeth chased right behind, sure to leave a trail of marks as she went.
Goyle let out a long, low groan as her teeth found his neck. Hermione quickly undid his belt and worked his zipper down.
"Granger." Goyle growled, freezing her hands mid-motion. "If you do that, there's no going back."
Hermione gave him a coy smile as her hand reached into his pants and began to stroke his already hard member through his boxers. He leaned his head back, letting out a deep breath. Her smile turned triumphant; she was puddy in her hands.
She let out a little squeak as their eyes met once more. His gaze was full of raging, feral lust. Goyle lifted her higher, his arms hooked under her legs. His strong hands tore her underwear from her body, letting the shred drift to the floor. The world shifted as she found herself lying on her back on the table where she had previously set out their study supplies.
Her heart was hammering against her chest. This wasn't how she thought tonight was going to go. Yet, looking at Goyle, she didn't feel anything but safe. He cared for her. She propped herself up on her elbows watching as he unveiled his cock.
Hermione was many things, but a connoisseur of male genitalia was not one of them. Even so, she knew he was a wonderful specimen. His cock was long enough to be enticing without being scary. It was smooth with a nice thick swell along the shaft.
Goyle stood, waiting for something. Hermione nodded to him, trying to get him to continue.
"Vinnie." Goyle said.
Hermione's eyes snapped to the doorway. Crabbe stood there watching them. He was levitating a couple of dinner trays in front of him. He looked at Goyle.
"Put down the trays and get Hermione ready." Goyle asked.
Hermione didn't know what to say. Crabbe did as he was told. The trays were set aside and the rotund Slytherin made his way over to where she lay. He looked at Goyle, who took a step back, before shimmying to stand between her legs.
"Vincent." She breathed. "You don't have to do anyth-"
Her voice stopped working as he leaned forward. His incredibly wide tongue lapped along the length of her slit. He continued on, each long lick ending with a wiggle on her clit.
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." Hermione yelled.
Crabbe shrugged. He shifted forward, grabbing her thighs, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. His tongue speared through her lower lips, touching her treasure beyond. Hermione shook as his tongue rolled inside of her. Her hands banged out a wild rhythm on the table as a string of orgasms rocketed through her body.
"I think she's ready." Goyle tapped his friend on the shoulder.
Crabbe straightened his posture before shuffling out of the way.
"So gorgeous." Goyle whispered as he returned to the spot before her.
Hermione let out a shaky breath. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock slide along her freshly moistened pussy.
"After this, you're mine." Goyle said.
Crabbe cleared his throat.
"Ours." Goyle corrected.
Hermione nodded. "I trust you."
Something in his eyes shifted. The tips of his cock trailed lower, aligning with her waiting quim. Steadily, he pushed in. They both moaned as his member sank deeper. Hermione's eyes fluttered as she felt the ridge of his helmet brush against her G-Spot.
Just when she thought he was going to bottom out, he pulled back. The process started again with a smooth, firm pace. Each time he would press deeper until finally she took his entire length. He lifted her legs, increasing how far he could reach.
The tempo increased. Slow at first, then soon their hips were clapping together. Hermione gripped his strong arms as he worked her body like a fine instrument. He lifted her shirt up, exposing the cute bra that held her pert breasts. Another quick rip sent her remaining undergarments to the floor in shreds. Two thick fingers pinched her nipple in time with a particularly hard thrust. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm sparked a fire along her body.
Her world shifted again as Goyle lifted her from the table. She fell forward onto his chest. Her mouth clamped down on his shoulder, muffling her cry as gravity forced her even lower onto his cock. His thrusts became deeper, each one bouncing her upward at the pinnacle. She would flop back down, sending his cock hard enough to push the air from her lungs.
"Crabbe." Goyle said.
Hermione was vaguely aware that it was a name. She felt someone approach. Her head lolled to the side to see the other Slytherin boy coming near her. Hermione couldn't help it, her breathing started to increase. Sure, she cared for both boys, but she wasn't ready for a threesome.
"You're safe, Hermione." Crabbe said as he approached. "We'll keep you safe."
Those words sent her over the edge once again. She leaned to the side, placing a quick kiss on Crabbe's lips. His mouth still tasted of her flavor. Crabbe blushed.
Hermione cooed at him, finding his shyness incredibly cute.
"Help me finish her off." Goyle said through gritted teeth.
She looked toward Goyle as he spoke. When she turned to see what Crabbe was doing, he was gone. Her mouth opened to ask where he went when all higher thought processes stopped. A wide, wet tongue slid along her tight rosebud.
Hermione screamed as the hardest orgasm she had ever had played havoc across her nervous system. For once, her mind went blank. It was a wonderful sense of floating, free from the stress of the world. A warmth bloomed deep inside her, embracing her core.
A fuck drunk smile played across her lips. Goyle rested her back on the table. He slowly pulled out, treasuring each moment his length was still inside her. A stream of his seed dripped out of her well fucked lower lips.
Carefully, the two worked to get Hermione dressed again. They were even able to employ some of the new lessons she helped clarify to mend her clothes.