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The air was thick with excitement, and the sound of clattering plates filled the Great Hall as Hermione took her seat at the Gryffindor table. She was excited to be back for their final year at Hogwarts. She was even more excited by the fact that this year there was no threat of death hanging over the heads of everyone she cared about and no need to be on the run. They could actually enjoy being normal 18 year old witches and wizards for the first time since their magical educations began. Hermione's heart swelled with relief as she looked around at her friends, who were all beaming with the same sense of freedom. The weight of constant danger had been lifted, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the joyous atmosphere of their last year at Hogwarts. And, although spending their final summer at the burrow had been pleasant, Hermione was glad to be back at school with the boys.
Over the summer, Hermione noticed that her body had changed dramatically. It was as if the weight of the world had lifted off her shoulders, which finally allowed her body to develop. Although she was still incredibly petite and her breasts were still small, she had noticed that her hips had widened, her arse had grown, and her teenage sexual desires had awoken with a vengeance. She found herself more confident in her own skin and embraced her newfound femininity. She had, of course, explored her newly awakened sexuality with Ron over the summer, but they both quickly realised that they were not sexually compatible and broke things off faster than they had begun. Hermione just couldn't seem to be satisfied by Ron's less than impressive manhood.
Since her experiences with Ron, Hermione found herself excited to explore the complexities of teenage romance with a newfound enthusiasm. As the rest of the Great Hall continued to fill up around her, students all obviously excited to welcome the newest batch of First Years, she found herself looking around at her classmates, trying to imagine what each one held in their trousers.
Naturally, her eyes first fell on Ron, who was sitting across from her, engrossed in a conversation about Merlin only knows what with Harry. Memories of his disappointing 5 inch penis flashed across her mind, and she quickly averted her eyes to land on Harry. Inevitably, she had seen Harry's dick while they were camping in the Forest of Dean. She had only seen it flaccid, or semi-hard through his jogging bottoms, so she could only hazard a guess that it was slightly larger than Ron's while hard. That just wouldn't do.
Next, she looked to Seamus. He was a small Irishman, so she really couldn't imagine it being very large, but stranger things have happened.
Now Dean's, she knew, was on the larger side thanks to his and Ginny's past relationship, unless, of course, Ginny had been exaggerating the truth. If she were to be believed, however, he could be a strong contender with his apparent 7 inch dick.
Just as Hermione was about to try and guess what size Neville was hiding, the doors to the Great Hall crashed open, instantly quieting the excited chatter. Hagrid's mammoth form appeared in the doorway before he moved forward, the first years trailing behind him as he strode through the middle of the hall towards the Sorting Hat. Hermione's mouth dropped open as she stared at the back of the largest man she had ever known. How could she have been so stupid? The penis she'd been looking for had been at Hogwarts this whole time. Hagrid was huge, so his dick must be too, right? So, right there in the Great Hall, while the little firsties were being sorted into their houses, Hermione vowed to herself that she would find a way to seduce her friend, the giant, Rubeus Hagrid.
It wasn't going to be easy; she knew that much. But she figured if she played her cards right, she might just be able to get her hands (and other parts) on his huge member. She was likely to need some practise first, though.
Hermione sat back and pretended to watch the sorting, but really she couldn’t take her eyes off Hagrid. Her mind raced as she tried to think of ways to approach him without seeming too obvious. She knew she needed to tread carefully, otherwise, she risked ruining any chance she had of getting close to him.
As the sorting drew to a close, Headmistress McGonagall stood and made a speech about moving forward and rebuilding before she clapped the feast into existence. Plates of roasted meat, baked vegetables, and golden goblets filled with steaming pumpkin juice suddenly appeared before them. The smell alone caused Hermione's stomach to grumble, and she felt a wave of hunger wash over her. After filling her plate, she glanced around at her friends before turning her attention back to Hagrid. He sat at the staff table near the top of the hall, his enormous arms spread wide on the tabletop as he laughed at something Professor Flitwick said.
His beard caught the light from the flickering candles overhead, casting shadows over his rugged features. Hermione found herself lost in thought for several minutes, watching as Hagrid's deep laughter echoed throughout the hall. She wondered how she had never noticed how attractive Hagrid was before now, with his large frame and friendly face. Finally, she snapped out of her reverie and turned to face Harry and Ron, who were chatting animatedly beside her.
She joined in the conversation and began to load her plate with food from the table. Her eyes danced across the assortment of vegetables that were on the table, and she froze. Vegetables. Hagrid had always been able to grow such amazingly large vegetables. Maybe that was how she'd get her practise in?
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After the feast had ended, the eighth years were directed to their new living quarters for the year. McGonagall had arranged for the castle to create a new common room for all of the returning eighth year students, each with their own private chambers. She had explained that they were all adults now, returning to Hogwarts of their own choosing, and therefore they would be treated as such for as long as they acted as such.
Hermione quickly scoped out her new sleeping quarters and then excused herself from her friends. "I need to go and check out some books that I know I'll need for my classes while the Library is still open", she explained.
"It's the first night, Hermione; what books could you possibly need to get tonight?" Ron wined from one of the plush sofas in the common room.
"I know there are books I need for..." Hermione began to list classes and topics she knew would be covered this year in a bid to bore the boys into disinterest.
"Okay, okay, we get it!" Harry finally snapped, "Off you go; we'll see you later."
Trying to hide her smile, Hermione hurried out of the portrait hole and ran. But she was not heading to the library, oh no... She was off to the kitchens.
She made it to the correct painting in no time and tickled the pear in the fruit bowl. The painting swung open, and Hermione stepped into the bustling, torch lit room.
Immediately upon entering, a Hogwarts elf appeared in front of her. "Hello, Miss Granger, how may Flopsy assist you this evening?"
"Hello, Flopsy. Please, could you point me in the direction of the vegetables? I need some for a... project." She said, almost convincingly.
Flopsy eyed her suspiciously but showed her the way to the pantry, where the elves kept all of the vegetables. Hermione couldn't imagine that she was the first teenage girl to come to the kitchens with this request. She followed the little elf into the pantry, and her eyes widened at the huge selection she had to choose from. She was truly spoiled for choice with the shapes, sizes, and textures of all of the vegetables.
"Is there anything else, Miss?" Flopsy asked.
"No, that will be all. Thank you for your help, Flopsy!"
Flopsy bowed and quickly left Hermione alone in the pantry to get what she needed.
Hermione walked around the large room and searched all of the shelves and baskets for the perfect phallic shaped veggies. She settled on a large courgette that bulged towards one end, the largest carrot that she'd ever seen in her life (it was at least as long as her forearm and almost twice as thick), and an elongated aubergine that looked to be about 3 inches across in circumference. She thought it would likely be too large, but she'd give it a try for good measure. She placed her goodies in her trusty extended bag and turned to leave. She was about to open the door when her eyes landed on a gigantic cucumber. Hermione's mouth dropped open. It was perfect. If she could fit that inside her, surely Hagrid would also fit? She slipped it into her bag with the others and hurried back to her common room.
So as to not raise any suspicion from her friends, she made a point to sit with Harry, Ron, and a few others in the common room for a while after she returned, but she could not get the vegetables out of her mind. She tried to engage in conversation with her friends, but she was distracted by the constant throbbing between her legs. At 9 p.m., she excused herself due to ‘tiredness’ and retired to her new bedroom for the evening.
Finally, alone, Hermione took out her vegetables from her bag and laid them out on her bed. With a few handy spells, she magically cleaned, sanitised, and adjusted the vegetables so that they were body safe and wouldn't cause her any harm or break while inside her. With a final flourish of her wand, she sealed and silenced her door and sat down on her bed. Her heart raced as she picked up the enormous cucumber and gently rubbed the tip against her lips. "I'll need to work up to this one." She thought to herself, placing it back down on the bed.
Hermione stripped off her clothes and lay back on her bed against the headboard. From her trunk, she summoned her favourite lube and placed it beside her. She reached between her legs and ran a finger through her neat pink folds, feeling how wet she already was just from anticipation. She gathered her wetness and spread it across her clit, making small circles around it with one finger while using her other hand to probe at her hungry entrance. She gently teased herself with her fingers, first with just her middle finger, then her ring finger, and then her index finger. As she slowly stretched and fucked herself, her eyes closed, and she threw her head back in pleasure. The noises that she was making were obscene, and she hadn't even tried the vegetables yet. Her pussy was dripping wet, but she reached over and added some lube anyway to aid in her mission to stretch herself even further. She dared add her pinkie to the mix for good measure, before she began attempting to reach even deeper into herself.
Grabbing for her wand, Hermione summoned a mirror to sit on her bed so that she could watch her fuck herself. The sight of her pussy being stretched by her fingers turned her on even more than before, allowing her to add her thumb, and most of her hand inside of her. Before she knew it, she was fisting herself, brushing up against the special spot inside of her with every thrust. Her first orgasm of the evening began to build before suddenly crashing over her all at once.
Hermione removed her hand from her sopping pussy and relaxed back for a moment to catch her breath. After a moment, the temptation to start with the vegetables, which were patiently waiting to be used, got the better of her. Selecting the courgette first, she lubed it up and notched it at her opening. She pushed in and found little resistance thanks to her warm-up. She easily fucked herself with the nicely sized vegetable for a minute, even managing to take the bulge with ease. Satisfied that she could go up a size, she put the courgette to the side, grabbed the carrot, and lubed it up. Much the same as the courgette, she notched it at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside of herself. It felt so amazing and stretched her in just the right way that she let out a loud moan, feeling it slide incredibly past her G spot and deep into her vagina. It was gripped so tightly inside of her that she could feel every ridge and imperfection, which just added to the pleasure.
Hermione was practically begging for more as she humped back onto the thick carrot, fucking herself harder and faster. She watched in the mirror as it disappeared inside of her obscenely with every thrust. Every stroke sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her entire body until she was sure she couldn't take another moment of it.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came hard, her walls clamping tightly around the carrot as she cried out in ecstasy. She bucked wildly underneath it, desperate for the sensation to last forever, but alas, her orgasm subsided eventually, leaving her feeling empty inside. Hermione didn't want to stop, though. She wanted to feel full again, like she had been filled to the brim.
Reaching over to her side, she grabbed the aubergine, and after slathering it with lube, she carefully positioned it against her entrance and began to push. It was almost too big for her to handle; it seemed as though it would split her apart, but she was determined to be well prepared for Hagrid, so she continued to push until it slipped inside of her with an audible popping sound.
The feeling of having something fill her so completely was unlike anything she had experienced before, and Hermione quickly became lost in the sensation as she fucked it in and out of herself. It wasn't long before she found herself working up a sweat, grinding her hips against the vegetable as she fought to accommodate its massive girth. Her breath caught in her throat as the familiar pressure built within her again, and she struggled not to cry out. But despite her best efforts, a loud moan escaped her lips as the aubergine continued to slide in and out of her wet and eager channel. With each passing second, she grew more and more convinced that nothing could compare to the sensation of being filled by something so thick and substantial, bringing her even more excitement to try this with the real thing.
It wasn't long before she was once again lost in a haze of pleasure as she worked her hips in a furious rhythm. The sound of squelching echoed throughout the bedroom, punctuated only by the occasional sharp intake of breath from the petite teenager.
As another orgasm rocked her, her thighs clamped tightly around the massive aubergine lodged inside of her, digging her nails into the sheets beneath her as she writhed in ecstasy. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her jaw clenched tight as she fought to maintain consciousness.
Finally, her orgasm subsided. Hermione's legs flopped back onto the bed, and she watched in the mirror as the aubergine slipped out of her along with a gush of her own juices. Her bedding was drenched, and she was exhausted, but there was still one vegetable to go. She gave herself a rest, repositioned herself against her pillows, and made sure she had a good view of herself in the mirror. Hermione hesitated for another moment, considering whether or not she was ready for the cucumber. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up, once again coating it liberally with lube. She was determined to make this happen. Surprisingly, with a little extra push, it fit almost as easily as the others. She took her time to fully insert it. Hermione closed her eyes and savoured the sensation. It was much different from the other two vegetables—slightly more textured and cooler to the touch, but no less satisfying.
Hermione moved her wrist in slow, steady motions, savouring the sensation of the cucumber gliding in and out of her slick canal. The knowledge that she could fit this beast inside of her filled her with a sense of pride and bolstered her confidence that she'd be able to take Hagrid's monster cock inside of her, should she be able to seduce him.
With each thrust and the thought of Hagrid in her head, Hermione felt herself growing closer to the edge, her climax beginning to escalate rapidly. The sound of her breath coming in short, shallow gasps filled the quiet room once again, accompanied by the soft squelching sounds of the cucumber thrusting deep inside of her.
Suddenly, an idea came to Hermione. She removed the cucumber and repositioned herself so that she was on her knees and her chest was against the bed. Using her wand and a modified 'wingardium leviosa', she had the cucumber resume fucking her from behind. The sensation of being taken from behind by such a large object was unlike anything she had experienced so far this evening. Hermione felt herself grow wetter than ever as she thrashed her hips back against it; her juices were dripping down her thighs and soaking her bedding. She was lost in the moment, her mind almost blank, save for the sensations shooting through her body. She could almost imagine Hagrid grabbing her thighs and pounding into her from behind. The feeling of being full and stretched beyond her limits was exhilarating.
Her orgasm hit her suddenly and without warning, sending her spiralling into a world of bliss.
As she came, she arched her back and pressed her palms against the mattress, her hips undulating wildly as she rode the powerful waves of pleasure. The cucumber continued to shift inside of her, rubbing against her sensitive flesh and heightening the sensation tenfold. Each contraction of her internal muscles brought a fresh burst of ecstasy, and soon she was soaked through with sweat and tears, her voice hoarse from shouting into the bed.
As the final shudder passed through her, Hermione collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air. She stared up at the ceiling, her heart racing and her body tingling from head to toe.
But even as she lay there catching her breath, the memory of the cucumber's unrelenting pace and her desire to experience Hagrid's cock firsthand refused to leave her mind. She knew that this was no longer just a fantasy. This was something she needed.
She shakily removed the cucumber from her thoroughly spent pussy and tossed it to the side. She felt around from her wand and used some spells to clean herself and her bed up. She magically cleaned the vegetables and cast a preservation charm on them in case of future urges then banished them to a drawer in her dresser. She snuggled into her magically refreshed sheets and hatched a plan for seduction.
-
Hermione went about her first few weeks back at school with a spring in her step. Her friends chalked it up to her being back in her element education wise, and that did have a little to do with it, but really it was because Hermione had come up with a foolproof plan for getting what she wanted.
Step one was already underway; be extra kind, complimentary, and flirty to Hagrid whenever she saw him. Really butter him up.
Step two would be to resume their afternoon tea meetings in his hut, but without the boys, and without underwear. She’d make sure her nipples were at least partially visible through her blouse, and it wouldn’t hurt to drop a rock cake or two so he could get a really good view when she picked it up again.
Step three would be some less subtle sneak peaks up her skirt, she was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist once he caught a glimpse of her pretty pink pussy, which would lead them nicely onto the fourth and final step, sex. Of course, she knew that the plan would take a while to work through, but she knew it would be worth it. She had her trusty veggies to keep her occupied for the time being at least.
Whenever Hermione caught sight of Hagrid around the castle, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Things were progressing exactly according to plan. She would switch routes around the castle just to make sure their paths crossed so she could say hi and ask him when he was next free, and more often than not, he would be more than happy to host her for tea on the weekends or some evenings after the feast.
Usually they sat in front of the fireplace in his hut and Hagrid would tell her stories about his adventures, and she loved listening to them, but sometimes they sat outside by the Great Lake, and she would make sure her skirt was short enough to give him a nice glimpse of her legs every time she crossed them. She was glad to see that he had definitely started to notice her body, as he would often blush and become flustered when she would shift around,exposing more of herself to him. She had found a charm that would make her school blouses more sheer, which she would only use around him, and there would be times where she would catch him with his eyes glued to her chest when he thought she wasn't looking. Yes, phase two was well underway, so it was time to amp it up and start implementing stage 3.
It was a Sunday and they had arranged to have a picnic in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest. The boys and Ginny had a quidditch match so Hermione had managed to slip away from them unnoticed and would have the whole day with Hagrid uninterrupted.
As she approached the clearing, she noticed the beautiful spread of food laid out on a well used picnic blanket that Hagrid must have had for many years. There was a basket of fresh pork pies and scotch eggs, a plate stacked high with sandwiches, a pot of steaming hot soup, and, of course, Hagrid’s infamous rock cakes waiting for dessert. Hermione smiled to herself as she surveyed the feast; Hagrid seemed to have put in a lot of effort!
Discreetly, Hermione cast a charm to shorten her skirt and vanished her underwear into her pocket. She undid her cardigan and made sure her nipples were slightly visible through her thin, lavender shirt.
She let a smile grow on her face as she announced herself to the half-giant.
“Hi Hagrid!” She sang.
“‘ello ‘ermione! I hope this spread is okay for yah.” He said in his strong West Country accent. She could see his eyes survey her body hungrily before he shook himself and smiled at her, trying to maintain eye contact.
“It’s perfect, thank you! I’m starving.” She said as she reached into the pork pie basket.
As she reached over she felt her cardigan slip off one shoulder, exposing her skin and ensuring that her small but perky breasts were proudly on display through her top. She glanced up coyly and noticed Hagrid watching her intently from across the blanket. His eyes followed her movements hungrily as she bit into the flaky pastry, crumbs falling down between her small cleavage. She knelt on her knees and shook the crumbs out of her top before looking up at him with a smirk.
“This is delicious, thank you for making it.”
He grinned shyly, a blush peeking from beneath his beard, before responding, “Aye, ye’re welcome.”
Hermione could feel her heart racing as she adjusted herself to sit cross legged. He was clearly beginning to be less conspicuous when looking at her body, so now was the perfect time to see how he’d react to a sneak peek of her most intimate spot.
Not wanting to spook him too early, she attempted to act normal for the next while. They spoke about how her classes and his care of magical creatures classes were going whilst they continued to eat their delicious picnic.
Although she was trying to be casual, she could not quite contain herself. Her cheeks were growing red with the excitement of moving this to the next stage. She kept glancing over at Hagrid, who looked like he was having trouble concentrating on what she was saying. It was obvious that he found her highly attractive and was struggling to control himself around her. It made her feel excited and confident knowing that she was having an effect on him. She decided that now was the time to push things further.
She adjusted her legs, making sure that her skirt raised higher up her thighs, exposing herself to him slightly. She kept speaking to him, pretending to look around the forest but keeping a covert eye on where he was looking, and sure enough, his eyes were glued between her legs.
The wind was blowing lightly, and her skirt was flickering every few seconds, occasionally giving him an even better view of her flushed pink pussy. She could see him struggling to stay composed and focused on what she was saying, and she continued to act oblivious to the view she was giving him. She knew that if she played her cards right, she could complete phase four of her plan next weekend. She could see him shifting every so often, clearly uncomfortable from having to hide such a large erection from her, which made her smile even more.
It was evident that he was struggling to keep his hands to himself, but now was not the moment to strike. She needed to be patient and play the long game. They continued the rest of their picnic in much the same way, and when the sun started to dip below the tops of the trees, she thanked Hagrid for the lovely picnic and bid him farewell. It took a humongous amount of self restraint to not jump his bones right there on the forest floor, but she knew the wait would be worth it.
-
A week later, Hermione was once again at Hagrid’s hut. They were both sitting on big comfy chairs in front of the fire, with Fang snoring loudly on the floor in front of the hearth. They had just finished their tea, and Hermione was once again wearing an incredibly short skirt. She had just taken off her jacket, explaining that the fire was making her warm, exposing her loose fitting silk cami top. It was a pearlescent, almost sheer material, and she knew for a fact that her nipples could be seen quite clearly.
She shifted so that her knees were up to her chest, and she could feel a slight draught blow across her exposed pussy. She looked at Hagrid innocently, listening to him tell a story about how he sources the frozen Ashwinder eggs for the potions master, when Hagrid stopped speaking mid sentence.
He shifted in his chair and cleared his throat before leaning forward slightly, placing his large arms on either knee. "You know, ‘ermione, you've been comin' to my house for tea, and hanging out with me for weeks now, and I've gotta admit.." he trailed off nervously. Hermione turned towards him, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. "I've been wonderin'..."
Hagrid cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, I've been wondering if...you know..." he trailed off again, looking down at his enormous hands.
Hermione leaned forward, her brow creased in concern. "What is it, Hagrid?" she asked softly. "Is everything okay?"
At this, Hagrid's face broke into an awkward grin. "Aye, it's fine," he said quickly. "It's just that...well, ye're a grown woman now, ain't ya? And I can't help but notice...the way your blouses cling to yer chest...and the way those skirts ye wear... seem to be getting shorter and shorter."
Hearing these words, Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Where was he going with this? Was he going to be the one to make a move on her? She couldn't believe it—all those times she had come here hoping he would take the initiative, and now he actually was! Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for him to continue.
“Well, I know yer’ a student, an’ I’m a teacher, so I shouldn’t be finding you so… allurin’. I mean- I’ve known ya since ya were 11…” he looked down, guiltily. “But…”
Hermione could swear that her heart nearly stopped. A teacher? How could it not have crossed her mind that Hagrid was a teacher? Of course, he wasn’t one of her teachers, but he wasn’t just the groundskeeper anymore. Why was it that this turned her on even more? It added a whole new element of forbiddenness that made her instantly wetter than ever.
She brought her feet down to the floor and leant forward in her chair, her cami stretched tight over her chest. “But…?” She prompted.
He swallowed hard, obviously struggling to find the words, his eyes darting all over her exposed legs and nearly exposed chest. “It’s just… I think about ya all the time. Those beautiful eyes, that quick wit… yer curves… They all get me so worked up.”
At this, Hermione’s heart rate increased dramatically. This was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Finally, she replied softly, “And?”
His eyes darted between hers, and finally landed on her chest.
“It’s just tha'... I can’t stop thinkin' about how those little blouses of yer's barely cover your nipples. Yer constantly teasin' me, and I can’t take it anymore.”
Hermione blushed at his words, feeling her heart race even faster. She knew that she was the one doing the teasing, but hearing him put it into words made her realise just how powerful her hold over him really was. She nodded slowly, letting him know that she understood how he felt.
”I want you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a deep, rumbling whisper.“I want to touch ye, taste ye…” He trailed off, unable to articulate just how much he desired her. Hermione could feel her own desire spiralling out of control as she listened to him speak. The thought of being touched by such a huge, powerful man like Hagrid was incredibly arousing to her. “I’ll do anything to make ye happy,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her chest.
As though in response to his words, Hermione stood up from her seat. She elegantly pulled her top over her head and undid the clasp on the side of her skirt. She could hear Hagrid’s breath hitch before becoming laboured. The large man leaned back in his plush seat and spread his legs wide. He adjusted his erection over his jeans as he watched Hermione step out of her skirt which had pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of the fire.
She watched as his gaze raked over her body hungrily, taking in every curve and line. She could see his cock twitch through his trousers, aching to be set free. His resolve seemed to have weakened considerably at the sight of her standing there completely nude, the fire casting a warm glow over her smooth skin. Hagrid reached out his large hand towards her, beckoning her closer. Without hesitation, Hermione moved towards him, stopping only once she was close enough to climb into his lap.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him, and whispered, “We shouldn’t be doin’ this… we should na’ be doin’ this…” into her ear.
She closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of being held by such a strong man. “It’s okay, Hagrid. This is what I want. I want you. I really want you. Why do you think I’ve been working so hard to seduce you these past weeks?”.
He pushed her away slightly so he could see her face. “I knew it! I knew yous' were teasin’ me on purpose!” he said with a disapproving look on his face.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just-“ She ground her bare pussy against his rock hard member and groaned at how big he felt beneath her. “I just really, really want you, and your giant cock, of course.” She giggled.
“But ‘ermione, yer so small… I’ll break ye clean in half!”
“No you won’t, I’ve been practising!” She said, proudly.
“Practisin’?” He questioned.
Hermione untangled herself from Hagrid’s strong grip and climbed down from his lap onto the floor between his legs. With a look of determination, she began to undo his trousers and free his huge, swollen member from its confines. “Mhmm, practising!” She said ambiguously.
Finally, his cock was free. It bounced up and nearly hit her in the face. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened in a little 'O' as it wobbled about in front of her face. It was even bigger than she had been expecting. She knew she could take it, but my goodness, it was huge! Slightly larger than even the cucumber she’d been using.
“Are ye sure?” he asked, concerned.
“Positive.” she reassured him, although internally she was a little concerned.
He groaned deeply as she licked the drop of pre-cum that was beading from his slit. Tasting him for the first time, she moaned, her mouth unable to wrap around even just the head of his thick member. Savouring the salty tanginess of his pre-cum, she continued to lick around the sensitive head and used both of her hands to work the shaft. Hagrid threw his head back and moaned with pleasure, one of his large hands coming up to grip the back of her head to hold her in place.
She sucked as much of the head into her small mouth as she could, continuing to work the rest of his shaft, which seemed to drive Hagrid crazy. She could tell he was restraining himself, not wanting to hurt her. She used her tongue to lick him from thetip to the base, stopping to give his balls some attention. At that, Hagrid pulled Hermione off of his cock, panting. “Stop, stop, I don't want this to end just yet. Crikey, that felt too good!”
Hermione beamed at the praise and stood up to climb back onto Hagrid’s lap when he stopped her.
“Not yet, I want my turn to taste you, first.” He said as he stood and picked her up in the same swift move, causing Hermione to let out a squeak. He shuffled them through to his bedroom, his trousers awkwardly around his ankles, and deposited her into the middle of the humongous bed before removing his own clothes fully.
Hermione moved up the bed and rested back against the fluffy pillows, her legs bent at the knees and open, ready for Hagrid. She admired his large but firm belly, it was clear that although the man was huge and liked to eat, all of the manual labour certainly helped to keep him in shape. His arms were huge and powerful, and he was definitely built for heavy lifting.
He lowered himself down on to the bed and positioned himself between her legs, his face just inches from her pussy. She suddenly felt very self conscious, but any negative feelings were quickly washed away when Hagrid’s tongue licked her dripping pussy for the first time.
She moaned as he licked at her clit, the bundle of nerves sending shockwaves down her legs with every swipe of his skilled tongue. His beard tickled her inner thighs, making her squirm with delight. Ron had never come remotely close to making her feel like this; having this huge man devour her with such ferocity and passion was on a whole new level.
She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to probe his tongue deeper and suck on her clit harder. He groaned into her wet folds, sounding like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. It made her smile, knowing that she was capable of bringing this mountain of a man so much pleasure without lifting a finger. Here he was, completely lost in her scent and taste.
As he continued to eagerly lap at her, she could feel the familiar telltale tingling of her building orgasm. She arched her back and cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, his name escaping her lips as she came hard against his face. Hagrid's strong arms tightened around her thighs, holding her close as he lapped up every last drop of her juices.
When she finally came down from her high, she felt a contented smile spread across her face. But Hagrid wasn’t done. He continued to lap at her clit, but now she could also feel one of his large fingers at the entrance to her hole.
It was tentative at first, merely circling her opening, but then it started to push forward. Hermione couldn't help but cry out at the sudden invasion. She had never felt a finger so large before; Ron had been so minuscule in comparison. But Hagrid's finger continued to push inside her, stretching her further, until his whole finger was buried deep inside of her. He began to piston it in and out of her before adding a second finger. Hermione’s training was paying off; his two fingers stretched her about as much as the carrot did.
She gasped as he added a third digit, feeling a slight burn as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. It still surprised her just how much space there was inside of her, and she wondered just how much more of Hagrid she could take. He worked his fingers in and out of her, stretching her wider with each thrust, until she could feel his knuckles grazing against her insides. She let out a sharp intake of breath as he found the spot that sent shockwaves coursing through her entire body. Every nerve ending seemed to be focused on his movements, and she found herself helpless to resist the pull of his massive fingers. They were slick with her juices, and he worked them in and out of her with a deftness that left her utterly captivated. Each stroke brought with it a delicious sense of fullness, and Hermione found herself growing increasingly desperate for more.
Without warning, Hagrid withdrew his fingers, leaving Hermione feeling empty and unsatisfied. "Wait!" she cried out, her voice breaking with frustration. "Don't stop!"
Hagrid chuckled deeply, his low rumble vibrating against her skin. "Don’t worry, ‘ermione, luv, yer gonna love what happens next.”
Hermione blushed at his words, realising he meant to switch his fingers out for his cock. The thought of being filled up by something so enormous was both thrilling and terrifying, but she trusted Hagrid to guide her through the process safely. As he sat up, pulling her along with him, she couldn't help but stare at his cock which was still semi-hard and leaking pre-cum. It looked like it belonged to a horse, and she couldn't wait to try and fit it inside her tiny pussy.
"Do you think you're ready?" Hagrid asked, his voice rough with desire. Hermione nodded hesitantly, her heart racing with excitement and trepidation.
To her surprise, Hagrid produced a small bottle of lubricant from his bedside table, which he handed to her. Hermione felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she took it from him, her fingers brushing against his hand. She was grateful that he was somehow prepared for what was about to happen. She may have already been wet enough to leave a substantial puddle in his bed, but she knew lube was a necessity to fit Hagrid inside of her.
Hagrid watched her closely as she applied the slippery substance to his enormous cock, taking care to cover every inch of it. The sight of her small hands wrapped around his shaft was more erotic than she could have imagined. In no time at all, his cock was once again at full mast, ready to fuck the beautiful little witch in front of him.
Hermione lay back on the bed and brought her legs around Hagrid's huge body, gently urging him towards her. ”Please,” she whispered hoarsely, her big brown eyes pleading with him.
"You sure, 'Mione? You can change yer mind," he offered, reluctant to force her into anything she wasn't comfortable with.
"I want this, Hagrid," she breathed, her voice trembling with eagerness.
Hagrid grinned in response, his eyes burning with lust as he watched her. With a gentle smile, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock hovering above her waiting pussy. He grasped himself at the base and teased the head of his cock through her wet folds, finally notching himself at her eagerly awaiting hole.
Hermione closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. She felt his warm breath on her face as he leaned over her, and then suddenly, she felt his cock pressing harder against her entrance. Her heart raced with anticipation as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with apprehension. Hagrid smiled reassuringly down at her, his expression softening as he saw the fear in her eyes.
"Shh, it's okay. We'll go slow, darlin'," he murmured soothingly, reaching out to cup her cheek tenderly in his calloused hand. Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the touch, the simple act filling her with warmth and comfort. Hagrid's eyes held hers steadily, his gaze intense with desire. She gripped his muscular shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his flesh as she tried to hold onto him.
“Ye ready?” He asked.
“Please, Hagrid… please, fuck me” she pleaded with him, lifting her hips from the bed to try to force him into her.
He chuckled. “So eager..” he cooed, gently pushing the head of his penis inside of her. He looked surprised as he slid in with only minimal resistance, and he noted the pleased look on Hermione’s face.
“Told you I’d been practising.” She smiled at him coyly.
Hagrid laughed as he continued to push himself inside of her, and with one final push, he bottomed out. Hermione cried out as he slid past her G spot and fought against the end of her vaginal canal. He must have been up in her stomach; he was so deep!
Hermione whimpered as she felt him stretch her open, his enormous cock filling her up completely. Every inch of him was buried inside of her, and she could feel his cock pulsing. She writhed beneath him, unable to stand the incredible fullness that consumed her. She was in awe of the way Hagrid's body moved within hers. It was almost too much to bear, yet she craved more.
“Please, Hagrid,” she begged. "More...please!". She tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts. Hagrid growled at the sound of her voice, his eyes darkening with hunger. His movements became faster and more urgent as he drove himself deeper into her body. Hermione moaned loudly, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders as she took the incredible pounding he was giving her. She could feel his erection pulsing against her inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her inner muscles quivered uncontrollably around him, desperately trying to hold onto him as he continued to move in earnest. His massive cock moved with abandon inside of her, driving her wild with need.
Hermione arched her back, gasping as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. "Oh my god," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. "That feels so good."
She turned her head towards him, her eyes searching his face. He was clearly enjoying himself as much as she was. She could hear the faint sound of Hagrid's harsh breathing as he plunged into her over and over again. She gripped his thick biceps tightly, feeling the powerful muscles beneath her fingertips as he pushed himself even deeper into her body.
His hot tongue lapped at her earlobe, teasing her as he continued to fuck her senseless. She licked his neck in return. He tasted like sweat and salt, and she savoured every drop.
Hermione felt her orgasm building, the intensity of Hagrid's movements pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. It was clear they were both lost in the moment, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His massive cock stretching her beyond her wildest dreams, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Like she was made for him and only him. What other witch her size could take him this well?
Hermione’s orgasm suddenly ripped through her. Her entire body spasmed violently as she came apart underneath Hagrid. Her cries echoed throughout the room, filling the air with their intensity. She gripped his arms tightly, her nails digging deeper into his skin as she struggled to stay afloat in the wave of pleasure that crashed over her.
Hagrid’s own release followed soon after, his roar of satisfaction ringing in her ears. His enormous cock throbbed inside of her, filling her with hot jets of semen that made her squirm with delight. Her pussy clenched greedily around his enormous cock, milking him dry with every thrust. His hot seed continued to spill into her for a minute, seeming to fill her up completely. He groaned deeply as he finished emptying himself into her, his powerful body shuddering with the final release.
Hermione lay still beneath him, her heart pounding wildly as she savoured the sensation of being completely filled by his gigantic cock and what appeared to be a pint of cum. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside of her, stretching her to her limits. His cum filling her so much that her belly swelled, their joined juices beginning to seep out around him.
The heat of his spent body covered hers, pinning her in place as he finally began to soften inside of her. She could feel his cock shrinking slowly as it gradually withdrew from her now sore pussy. Hermione laid there, boneless and content, feeling utterly fulfilled by the experience. Never before had she felt such an incredible connection with another person. It seemed like ages since she had felt this alive. A peaceful silence settled over them, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.
Hagrid fully withdrew from her and rolled onto his back next to her. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Their sweaty bodies moulded to each other, her much much smaller frame slotting in perfectly against him.
Hermione closed her eyes, revelling in the intimacy shared between them. Hagrid stroked her hair from where it clung to her sweaty forehead, his rough thumb grazing across her brow. They stayed like that for a long while, simply enjoying each other's company in blissful silence. There was no rush, no pressure, just a profound sense of contentment. Hagrid shifted slightly to get more comfortable, causing Hermione to open her eyes. She found him watching her intensely, his piercing blue eyes seemingly reading her every thought.
“Thank you.” She said.
“For wha?” He asked, confused.
“For not being mad that I seduced you…” she explained.
Hagrid chuckled, shaking his head. “Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m flattered, ‘Mione. It ain’t often I find a woman who wants me like ye seem to.”
Hermione smiled shyly, blushing at his words. She had never known anyone who wanted her the way Hagrid did either. His appreciation for her small frame and willingness to indulge her curiosity was endearing. They lay there in companionable silence for a while longer, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
-
Hermione woke with a start, a loud noise coming from behind her woke her up. She blinked the sleep a way a few times and was confused.
This wasn't her dorm room.
The noise came from behind her again, and she rolled over with a start.
Shit.
The loud noise was Hagrid. Snoring. She had fallen asleep at Hagrid's hut.
She silently accio'd her wand and cast a quick tempus. It was 2am. Double shit.
She quickly summoned her clothes and slipped off of the bed to put them on. As she stood, she felt a terrible gushing from within her. She looked down, and there, in the dying embers of the fire, she saw an alarming amount of a thick white liquid running down the inside of her thighs.
Cum.. Delightful. TRIPLE SHIT! She hadn't cast a contraceptive charm. She wasn't at her most fertile phase of her cycle, so if she cast one now, she might be okay. With a wave of her wand, her stomach glowed blue for a second and she felt a slight tingle which gave her a positive feeling. No baby Hagrid's today, thank you very much.
She hurriedly cast a cleansing charm and put her clothes back on, magicking them back to their original form before she had tampered with them, and pulled on her cloak and shoes. She found a pen and paper and wrote Hagrid a quick note before casting a notice-me-not charm on herself and running back to her dorm.
By some miracle, she managed to slip into the common room without crossing Filch or Mrs Norris on their patrol. Her luck seemed to end there, though.
In front of a still roaring fire were Ron, Ginny, and Harry, who held the Marauders Map on his lap. They all looked at her with matching stern faces.
"What time do you call this?" Ginny asked, calmly.
"Time? Who cares about what time it is? What the bloody hell were you doing in Hagrid's hut until 2 a.m.?" Ron fumed.
Knowing she was well and truly caught red handed, Hermione sat down and came clean to her friends. Harry and Ron wore matching faces of pure horror, while Ginny looked positively gleeful. Hermione just knew she was going to have to give her all of the juicy details once they got away from the boys.
"You... You fucked Hagrid?" Harry stammered.
"Yes, yes I did! You want to know what? I'll be doing it again!" Hermione exclaimed, owning it.
Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered looks. "Why on earth would you want to do something like that?" Ron asked, honestly perplexed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because I've been curious for a while now, alright? And let's be honest here—you weren't exactly able to satisfy my needs, now were you?" She added pointedly.
Ginny snorted. "Satisfy your needs?"
Ron spluttered indignantly. "You think I didn't try?"
Hermione rolled her eyes again. "No, Ron, that's exactly it. You did try, but you just weren't... Big enough. Now Hagrid... He is mo-"
Harry's face turned a funny shade of red, and he stood up abruptly. "That's enough! I don't need to know any more! We're going to bed, right, Ginny?" He asked desperately.
"Helllll no, Potter. I'm getting ALL the details!" Ginny squealed. She was obviously enjoying this.
Ron scowled. "I can't believe you slept with Hagrid."
"Believe it, Ronald," Hermione replied cheekily. "And I will do it again. Several times."
Ginny started giggling uncontrollably, nearly falling off her seat. Harry shook his head, disbelieving. "Is this really happening?"
"Let's just go to bed, Harry." Ron said, joining him in standing.
Ginny leaped from the sofa and dragged Hermione to her bedroom. "Tell me everything!" She demanded as she closed the door.
And so, Hermione did. She told her about the disappointing sex with Ron over the summer, her epiphany in the Great Hall, her 4 step plan, her seduction tactics, her practise vegetables (which of course she had to show her), and how she and Hagrid had finally gotten to tonight.
Ginny was practically vibrating with excitement throughout the whole story.
"Do you think he'd give ma try?" She asked, half jokingly.
Hermione shoved her shoulder and fell backwards on the bed with her. She was, in a way, glad that her best friends now knew her secret. She knew it would take Harry and Ron a long time to come around to the idea of her and Hagrid in a sexual relationship, but at least she wouldn't have to hide anything from them anymore.
- MINI EPILOGUE -
Hermione and Hagrid continued to sleep with each other for the remaining year, and it quickly developed from just sex to a full blown relationship. Within a year of Hermione graduating from Hogwarts, she took an apprenticeship position under McGonagall so that she could stay in the castle and be closer to her love. She knew she would never be able to find another man who would ever measure up to Hagrid. He was it for her.
He had shown her things she never even imagined existed inside and outside of the bedroom. She was grateful for him opening her eyes to new experiences, teaching her things she never even dreamed of. Everything about him was perfect to her, especially the way he made her feel. She loved the way he towered over her, the smell of his skin after he had been working around the grounds, and the deep baritone of his voice when he spoke. Whenever he touched her, she felt electricity coursing through her veins. Every moment with him was precious, and she never wanted it to end.
Eventually, Hermione took over as Transfigurations Professor when McGonagall retired from teaching, and she and Hagrid tied the knot. His hut got a renovation so that they could both live together on the grounds.
And a few years later, a couple of baby Hagrid's entered the world. Hermione had conceived twins during one of their particularly passionate encounters and Hagrid couldn't have been happier. The couple welcomed two healthy little girls into the world, and despite being incredibly busy with their teaching and their family, they still found time for each other.
- END -