The Curse of Pigwelts

The Curse of Pigwelts

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The action starts in the Pigwelts School of Magic and Spellcraft, where Hermione seeks to get a rather inconvenient curse lifted. This is nothing to do with a certain other series of books that were popular some years ago (all the copyrightable names are completely different), so just get that book out of your head right now. There are five chapters in all. Please leave feedback

Summary

The action starts in the Pigwelts School of Magic and Spellcraft, where Hermione seeks to get a rather inconvenient curse lifted.

This is nothing to do with a certain other series of books that were popular some years ago (all the copyrightable names are completely different), so just get that book out of your head right now.

There are five chapters in all. Please leave feedback

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Curse of Pigwelts

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The action starts in the Pigwelts School of Magic and Spellcraft, where Hermione seeks to get a rather inconvenient curse lifted. This is nothing to do with a certain other series of books that were popular some years ago (all the copyrightable names are completely different), so just get that book out of your head right now. There are five chapters in all. Please leave feedback

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 20, 2015

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Chapter 1

Hermione stood nervously, her hand poised to knock on the old oak door.  She didn't have to be here.  She could go now and no one would ever be the wiser.  She had dodged ogres, pressed for house orc reform, fought for justice as a good Gannymede house girl should.  She had fought with Harry, Ron and the others against the very epitome of evil and won for heaven’s sake, but she was nervous.  This was personal.  This was about her.

 

“Don't just dither girl, come in if you are coming.” A voice called from the inside of the door. 

Hermione hesitated a minute longer – Madame Pomfritte was a formidable woman.  Hermione had visited her 4 times over the course of her schooling at Pigwelts School of Magic and Spellcraft.  Once when she got her first period, twice when she had been hit by a stray spell, and once when she had a case of Hugsel fever.  Every time she had wished she was somewhere else, but all those times, just like now, she knew this was here she had to be.  She opened the door and went in.

 

“It is Grant isn’t it?  Didn't you leave last term?”  Madame Pomfritte asked.

“Yes Ma’am.  I couldn’t find a doctor experienced in magic, so I thought it best to come to you.  I am staying in Syrupsmead.”

Madame Pomfritte looked less than impressed at having to treat an ex-pupil. “Sit down and tell me what the problem is.”

 

Hermione hesitated again.  Maybe ‘it’ would stop by itself, and she didn't have to go through this.  A glare from Madame Pomfritte persuaded her to start talking.

“I... I... I have been getting urges, Ma’am.  Sexual ones.”

Madam Pomfritte looked over the top of her glasses.  “I would say that urges in a young woman your age are perfectly normal Miss Grant.”

“These seem irresistible ma’am.  I just can’t stop myself.”

“What are the nature of the urges?”

 

Hermione hesitated again, until finally confessing, “Black men ma’am.”

“Hardly an outlandish fantasy, girl.”

“It isn’t a fantasy ma’am.  If I meet a black man, I have to...”

“Have to what?”

“Have intercourse with him.”  Hermione looked at the ground, hoping it would swallow her up.

“It is still hardly outlandish girl.  Black men have attributes many women... desire.” Madam Pomfritte tried to explain without thinking of a young black man she had been deflowered by some forty years before in her father’s barn in France.

“But I don't even like...” Hermione stopped herself saying from something politically incorrect.  “My family read the Daily Mail, ma’am.”  She offered.  “It is something I wouldn’t dream of, but if a black man were to come into the room right now, well... we would have intercourse.”

 

Madam Pomfritte looked a little quizzically at her then asked, “I thought you preferred the company of women?”

Hermione’s cheeks burned.  “What makes you say that?”

“Well?  Do you?”

“It is true that I have... experimented sexually with members of the same sex.”

“And yet the whole school knows you had sex with Harry Porter while you were hiding in the Forrest of Dean.  That was hardly a Sapphic relationship.”

“We were lonely – we had been on the run for weeks... How does the whole school know?”

“I believe that shortly after doing the deed, Mr Porter got a message to one of the Westly boys, who told Lee Jarvis, and he did some sort of re-enactment on his Wizard Radio programme. Apparently you fainted when you climaxed.”

“Harry finished after about 30 seconds and I fell asleep.”  Hermione retorted angrily.

“So apart from your black lovers, Porter is the only other man?”

“I am not a lesbian!  I am just experimenting!”

“Answer the question, girl!”

“He was the only man.”

“So how many women have you ‘experimented’ with?” Madame Pomfritte asked with a smug tone in her voice.

“Eight.”  Hermione answered, not catching the nurse’s eye.

 

There was the sound of a ‘nomag’ van pulling up outside.  Madame Pomfritte looked out of the window then spoke into the tip of her wand.  “Marina, run down to Mr Hobbs outside and ask him to come up to my office immediately.”

“Yes ma’am.” A muffled voice replied from the wand.

 

“I have a theory Grant, but I need to observe a simple test.  Wait here for a moment and I will go into the next room and watch via that ‘spy-o-mirror’ on the wall.”

“Is that from the Westly hyper-magic-mart?”

“If you must know, yes.  I don't have an unlimited budget and their prices are very reasonable.”

 

Hermione was not sure what she was expected to do, but waited as the nurse swished out of the room.  After a few minutes, the office door opened.

 

“Hello Miss, I was told to report to Madame Pomfritte.  Is she around?”  A tall, broad chested black man had poked his head around the door.  Hermione’s nipples immediately became erect.

“She had to pop out for a second, but I am sure I can entertain you.” Hermione replied in a sultry tone, standing up and undoing the top button of her blouse.

“I am sure you could Missy... What year are you in?”  He shut the door behind himself and walked towards her, his growing erection obvious beneath his overalls.

“I left school in the summer, so I am ripe...” she undid another button, “...to be plucked.”

 

Hobbs strode towards her and ripped her exposed bra from her.  “Ever have a black man suck on you pretty white titties?” he asked before sucking on her sensitive, engorged nipples. 

Hermione felt for his organ and set to work on the buttons keeping it from her.  “Not today.”

His cock was big.  Very big.  It tasted of cinnamon.  Her tongue circled around the knob of his penis, her vagina dripping with juice ready for the entry the black man’s cock would surely make soon.  She grew impatient.  “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

“Do think it is going to fit in your tight little white-girl cunt?”

“One way to find out.”  She pulled down her underwear in one swift move and laid across the desk, sending vials and papers across the floor.  She spread her legs, revealing her perfectly bare, wet vagina.  “Fuck me.”

 

Hermione delighted in the feeling of the large penis pushing into her, then thrusting hard enough for the table to edge back a little each time.  At last she felt him erupt deep inside her and her own climax arrived.

 

There might have been a minute or two while Hobbs recovered – she felt alittle dazed herself.  She remembered him saying something about catching Madame Pomfritte next time and quickly departed.

 

“Well that was quite a performance Miss Grant.”

Hermione realised she had just done ‘it’ again.  She sat up and tried to find her clothes, but as she did so, her vagina made a slight farting noise and some Hobbs’ sperm leaked out.

“Excouriate.”  Madame Pomfritte exclaimed, giving her wand a flick towards a vial she was holding.  The vial filled with a thick milky substance.  Hermione had an urge to grab the vial, but Madame Pomfritte quickly locked it away in a drawer.  “That was the sperm that was inside you – the ‘Excoriate’ spell will prevent pregnancy.  Have you been taking precautions?”

“I have been using ‘Slooshify’, ma’am.”

“They say there is a there is a term for young witches using Slooshify – they are called ‘Mummy’.  Didn't your mother teach you anything?”

“My mother is a nomag, she doesn’t know anything about magical intercourse. And they never taught us anything about sex in here in Pigwelts.”

Madame Pomfritte seemed a little embarrassed.  “Use Excouriate in future, but make sure you have a vial with you.”

 

Madame Pomfritte sat at her desk waiting for Hermione to re-dress.

When Hermione sat down opposite her, Madame Pomfritte began, “I think you do have a magical malady.  Bert Hobbs is a ‘dudd’ with not a magical bone in his body.  He has five children and dotes on his wife like no other.  He is someone I would never expect to cheat, especially not for a plain girl like you showing a little cleavage.  It was obvious that he was as much overcome by your curse as you were.  I will look into this tonight, so come back the same time tomorrow, but bring with you an account of your complete sexual history.”

 

“Yes Madam Pomfritte.”  Hermione felt as small as she did when she first encountered the nurse when she was twelve.


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