As soon as Hermione withdrew from the Hogwarts Express, without being an experienced sorceress, she could already feel the strong, penetrating magic of this place. Her thoughts could not concentrate on learning magic, only any obscenities were creeping into her head.
The selection began and Hermione was identified in Gryffindor, as well as her friends with whom she managed to meet on the train. Not being a very attentive girl, she did not even notice that all the girls from the 5th course were absent. Hermione was increasingly beginning to notice that this land somehow magically influenced her mind. With his speech, Albus Dumbledore stood up, who looked around the room and briefly stopped at Hermione, smiling at her.
When Albus finished speaking, there was a sound, and Hermione turned to the main gate of the hall, from where he had come. Through him entered the girls from the fifth year. Passing to the very center of the hall, they stopped. All the students and freshmen were distracted when Albus rose and began reciting a long drawn out spell. It was a special, invented form of Imperio, which influenced the very consciousness, forcing the person to believe in what the magician wanted. The director, as always, bewitched only girls, forcing them to want to be the best at Hogwarts. He made them absolutely trust everything that happens. A second later, the entire fifth course of the girls took off the mantle, under which, of course, there was nothing. Freshmen boys were embarrassed, but they knew what Hogwarts is, they knew what girls were teaching here. Hermione stared at their perfect forms and bodies, bewitched. Their breasts were different in size, but otherwise they were similar - the shape of an hourglass, shaved groin and beautiful long hair. A minute later, the girls, sitting in their seats, showed what they had learned in these five years, but everything was within the limits of decency. Except that they were completely naked. Hermione told herself that she would definitely become the best student of the school, whatever the cost. When the feast was over, the elders were told to take the faculties to their living rooms. The headman of Gryffindor took the girls to their bedrooms and said that everyone except the first course could visit the boys' bedroom whenever they wanted and that the door would be open there. Hermione's mind was clouded. The smell of musk and body odor were clearly sensed in the air. When all the girls put on their pajamas and went to bed, no one could fall asleep, especially Hermione. The girls, under the spell's influence, began to talk with each other on obscene topics and Hermione was convinced that she was not the only one who felt heavy. Not. Not hard ... Excited. When she spoke this word in a conversation with Polumna, she translated her endless stream of words into another, more intimate channel. All the girls felt tense and when they began to discuss topics such as masturbation and sex, Polumna asked Hermione:
- And you, Hermione? Have you ever masturbated? Polumna asked, breathing a little. Hermione tried, by perfect accident: she tried it in the bathroom. Since then, she often enjoyed this, but did not attach any importance to this, because she never reached the end. The girl was afraid to cross the line after which the pleasure came, she scared her. “Well, yes ... I tried, but I never got to the moment ...” To tell the truth, she just learned this from Ginny's conversation. - Well, you understand ... - Really? - Moonlight's eyes bulged at Hermione. - So you never experienced an orgasm? How can you even sit quietly when everyone is so excited, if you never ...? - Orgasm? I do not ... I do not know what it is ... - in her voice I could hear excitement and affection. - I can show you. - Luna changed face. She very often looked at the magazines that she was lucky to find in Kosom Lane, a year ago. “Well ... Come on ...” Hermione looked her straight in the eyes. The students had double beds, although each had its own. And, it seems, Hermione was beginning to understand why. Luna climbed onto her bed and sat for a few seconds, not knowing how to begin. Many first-year girls looked at them with surprise. - Well, first, you have to ... Take off your clothes. - Okay. “Hermione knew it would be necessary.” What's next? - And then ... I'll help you. Hermione took off the top of her pajamas and, in the bright moonlight, her hardened nipples were visible. Polumna looked at them, not taking her eyes off. Both girls felt increasing tension. The aroma of musk intensified; a knowledgeable person would say that the smell in the room is the smell of sex. The slight stuffiness in the room made the girls excited and, as soon as Polumnoy helped Hermione to take off her pants from her pajamas, the latter felt that she was a little uncomfortable. She, before that, somehow did not fully understand that they were surrounded by other people with whom she would have to learn in the future. Hermione was lying in her panties, her red nipples shimmering with the light of the moon hardened, and Polumna was sitting next to her in her pajamas and was ready to take off her new girlfriend's panties. After a second, Hermione lay completely naked in the girls' bedroom, surrounded by other people. But for some reason she didn’t stop Polumna. Something clouded her mind, but she needed it. She needed Lovegood to continue. "Her ... her womb is perfect" - such thoughts were in Polumny's head. Indeed, breathing heavily, Hermione stared at the ceiling while she lay completely naked, letting Polumna do whatever she pleased.- Wha ... What's next? Hermione asked, taking deep, tight breaths. "Well, first, you need a little help." Half-moon looked at her and smiled. She knelt, so that they were near her head, on one side of her. Then she leaned over to her breasts, still very young, due to age. Her lips touched Hermione's nipples and she, obviously not expecting such, sobbed, holding her breath .- Relax. - purred Polumna. The blonde girl licked Hermione's nipple with her tongue and began to suck on his lips. Her hand involuntarily began to stroke the body of a girl who, it seemed, was receiving incredible pleasure from this, mixed with embarrassment. Stroking Hermione's tummy and thighs, the half-moon recoiled from her nipples and looked into her eyes. Obviously, the mind of that person was somewhere above the girls' bedroom, but as soon as Polumna stopped, she looked at her with a strange look, as if apologizing. Luna threw a knee over Hermione and was on her chest. Her clothes disappeared, apparently she took it off while licking Hermione's chest. Her body was still very young, like her friend. Lovegood sat down at Hermione's bosom and she felt the warmth of her vulva, from which an incomprehensible sticky liquid flowed onto her body. Hermione's mind could not function and she wanted to spend eternity in that position. I wanted to stay here forever, with Polumna. The blonde girl leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues touched each other, the girls carried each other pleasure, obviously forgetting all the others. When Polumna rose, a small thread between their mouths fell on Hermione's chest. Lovegood turned her knees away from Hermione's face and the last one was stunned. She looked enchanted, as if enchanted, on the chink that was flowing, leaving a pleasant smell on Hermione.
Hermione finally plunged into her lust. Lovegood leaned toward the Granger's vagina, which also flowed and emitted a pleasant aphrodisiac smell. Hermione had the best view. But when she admired, something happened. A pleasant wave of pleasure flooded her. Luscious, bending down, licked her vulva and, lifting herself up a little, tried to sit down with her own slit on Hermione's face, which just wanted to. Realizing that she had missed a little, feeling Hermione's nose, she did not rise, moved down her face to her mouth. Hermione's face showed a trace of Polumna's pussy. Hermione stuck out her tongue and tasted Lovegood. She was the softest, warmest, and sweetest that her tongue had ever touched.
The girls in ecstasy licked to a friend, while Polumna did not twitch with pleasure, making it clear that she was ending. She rose above Hermione's vagina and there were remnants of her fluid on her lips. Again turning her knees to Hermione, she had a thin thread on her face, which remained from Polumna’s action and belonged to Hermione. The girls kissed again. We kissed with such lust as freshmen could, even enchanted by Albus. Luna Lovegood inserted two fingers into Hermione's vagina, and she began to wriggle in ecstasy without stopping the kiss. Hermione kissed a girl with her own sticky liquid on her lips, and two fingers were inserted into her hole at that time. And she finished. On the school grounds, all orgasms were longer and stronger, so Hermione felt the strongest pleasure in her life, almost became on the bridge, and when Polumna cleared her lips and tongue and her mouth, she moaned all over the bedroom, spitting on the possible consequences. She was as good as she had ever been.