"Miss Granger" Harry said with as much authority he could, "If you would please prepare your bag for today?"
Hermione nodded slowly before carefully walking up the stairs to her dorm room, slow drops of liquid falling from her skirt as she did. Harry quickly pulled out the book and pen out, about to write something but was interrupted by his old friend, Ron.
"What arr you doing to Hermione?" he threateningly asked. Harry nearly faltered when he heard him, how could he stupidly not think of this, of course he couldn't get in trouble, and no one would question what he told them to do, but that didn't stop people from questioning what he told others to do. He secretly thanked Ron before having a little revenge.
"What do you mean, Rona?" he asked 'surprised' with a 'hurt' face, "I thought an intelligent female like you worry about Hermione, we both know you hate her and are impossibly in love with Goyle"
Ron, now Rona, a female that looked exactly like Ron with the exception of small protruding breasts forming on her chest. Her demeanor instantly changed from threatening to annoyed.
"I know, I was just wandering if you had Hermione then she'll stop buggering me about Goyle"
Harry chuckled under his breath before saying, "I'll talk to her"
Rona nodded indifferently before walking out of the common room, saying she was going to meet her love to one of her friends.
Harry shook his head before returning his attention back to the book, immediately adding some extra precautions, as well as some defense on the book seeing the looks he was getting from people.
-You will not question anything Harry does, says, or tells people to do.
-The contents of this book can only be seen, modified, or added to by Harry James Potter. Everyone else seeing it as a textbook, the subject of it being anything the spectator finds boring and not important to talk about.
Harry thought for a second what he brought it out for and realized he was making a place for him to 'teach' Hermione. And then he thought, why not make it under his bed for simplicity.
-Under Harry's bed is a trap door that leads to a giant room underneath the boy's dorm rooms. The room has a black board with refilling chalk, 1 teachers desk and chair, 1 students desk and chair, a cabinet filled with all forms of sexual toys, and a door that can take you anywhere in the castle. Only Harry Potter can open the trap door.
He closed the book and returned it to his front pocket, just in time for Hermione to return with a large bag of what he was sure was every book and literature reference she had.
"Are you ready, Miss Granger?" he asked as he got up.
Hermione nodded determinately, hoping for the best she could prove how good she was to her knew teacher.
"How are your breasts?" he asked staring at her still free, bra-clasped cleavage, which were slightly red.
"My tits are fine, sir" Hermione said while patting her tits, making them jiggle slightly. Harry nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her up into the boy's dorm room, where he moved his bead to reveal the trap door.
"This was made so I could study" Harry said, enticing a nod from his student. He opened the door and lead her down the stairs, revealing a nice, relatively large room. At the end of the room was a large teachers desk with a comfy seat, in front of a large black board, next to the black board was a large, silver cabinet, and in the middle of the room was a small desk with a smaller and uncomfortable seat.
"Well lets get started" Harry said as he was surprised that the book accounted to how he visualized what he was writing down. He walked over and relaxed in the large teachers chair, stretching out his legs on the desk. Hermione on the other hand was struggling to get comfortable in her desk, but she didn't mind, it wasn't Harry's fault that he got an extremely comfortable seat while she got a chair that she was surprised wasn't giving her splinters at the moment.
"Now Hermione, we are going to talk about why we keep ourselves secret from the muggles, would you care to explain why we do that?"
Hermione nodded as she started to explain about the Statue of Secrecy and the consequences of the muggle community finding out about the magical community. All the while Harry was thinking what he could do, but he was getting a little bored at the way Hermione was talking, so he thought he could make her do some stuff.
"Wait a minute Hermione, you have to start again, only people who are masturbating in my class can pass"
Hermione blushed before nodding, putting one of her hands under her skirt and fingering herself while she started again, moaning and stretching her words whenever she felt pleasure.
Now this was fun for Harry as he felt his member rise, he thought about something he could do.
"Alright Hermione, I want you to tell me anything that's been bothering you recently"
"Weeeell, Sir, I haaaaavvvee been worrying abooouuut your teeeests"
Harry nodded before turning her into someone she would never hope to be. "I saw you talking to yourself earlier about prostitution, how you thought they were better than you"
Hermione blushed deeper as the guilt crept up on her, her friend had heard her, "I'm sorry"
"Don't be" Harry said as he got up, his boner as evident as ever, "You were right to think about that, seeing as how nobody but me likes you, even the teachers barely tolerate you"
Hermione sniffed as she remembered all the name calling she got from everyone, she even remembered Professor McGonnagall, her head of house, giving house points to a Slytherin girl for giving her a wedgie.
"And we all know how much they praise prostitutes when comparing them to you"
She nodded as she remembered the start of her pondering, when the females were offering to buy a prostitute for the guy she asked out so he could keep his dignity.
"So why not go for it, prostitution would be a great way to socialize, as well as to make a little spending money"
Hermione smiled sweetly at the help her friend was giving her, so why shouldn't she go for it?
"But then you'll need a pimp"
She gasped, where was she going to find someone who would treat her like the whore she was? Beating her up when she did something wrong.
"I'll know, I'll be your pimp, and I'll only take 75% of your pay"
Hermine was beaming now, having the biggest orgasm of her life, she was so lucky to have a wonderful friend like Harry, and 75% was more than fair.
"Alright slut, you are now my prostitute, your mouth and ass will be free for anything the client wants, and it will be £10 for you pussy, again for anything the client wants"
Hermione nodded dumbly.
"The only thing your allowed to wear is a skirt so small that anyone can see your ass, a tube top that can only cover your nipples, no bra, and a g-string, now get going!"
Hermione nodded as she rose and left, eeping as she felt a hard slap on her ass, but smiled as well as she left to fulfill her 'daddies' need.
"I better find some fun until I see her again" Harry chuckled as he left his classroom, which he was sure he'd use later on for some special people.
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