Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. 

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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After dinner at Great hall, when Hermione entered her dorm she saw her unfortunately new room mate, Ginny Weasley, already inside, even smiling on her own. 

"Did something good happen?" Hermione, asked while sitting down on her bed.

But, Ginny was still in a daze, not even turned over to respond, "I was just thinking.....You are Lucifer's best friend. Could you help in making him like me?" she asked, her tone quite odd. 

"What?! Like you? No, maybe I heard something else?" Hermione really couldn't believe it now, her day just turned even worse!

"I can make a good tale out of this, for our future children....."

"We are soul mates....."

"Yeah, I don't think so...."

"Lucifer doesn't have a soulmate!"

"What about his better half, just like my dad said....?"

"Lucifer doesn't like pumpkin pie very much, even hat-"

"Whatever, but I'm his mate..."

"You'd better go to sleep, Ginny!"

"Okay, Good night Hermione...."

No response. 

An hour later, since the red-haired girl, went to hide inside her blanket, falling asleep. 

"It hurts....So damn bitter...."

Two dark eyes looked straight down at Ginny's face, Hermione just stood beside her bed, without doing a single thing, wearing her school uniform. 

Multiple snoring voices could be heard from inside the room, only there was still one bed vacant for the past fifteen minutes. 

"I just want this to stop...." Her eyes didn't have that bright colour any longer, Hermione's right palm was also holding that wand of hers, slightly moving it closer to Ginny's throat, inch by inch, until.....

A rumbling voice echoed, it was none other than Hermione's stomach, which seemed to be crying for the real dinner, not the one she quite reluctantly gulped down in the Hall. 

"Not today..... you're very lucky"

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"Well, well...Look who do we have here." A sneer curled Lucifer's lip,  pushing this invader's back against the wall, a thud voice sounded, "Isn't that you, Hermione Granger?"

Hermione stood defeated before him, wishing she could be anyplace else, just watching him move his palm to raise privacy charms around. 

"I'm really surprised at you," Lucifer chided her,"Out past curfew, trying to remove my pants, doing Dad-knows-what!"

Then forcefully grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her toward his bed, "Won't Professor McGonagall be interested to hear all about this?"

Hermione winced more at the glee in his voice than the tight grip on her arm. 

Upon reaching towards the corner, Lucifer flung her onto the bed, "Don't think, I haven't noticed, what you did to me last night....and even before that...."

But, Hermione then reached out in a pitiful attempt to stop him. "Please, Lucifer, don't tell. I'll do anything!" her eyes now looking watery, cursing this day to her best. 

To Hermione's surprise, he paused and looked back at her. His eyes narrowed, studying her.

After several seconds without any response, Lucifer raised an eyebrow in thought. 

Whatever her reasons were, he could only imagine. 

Although, she would be quite the talk of the school if this got out. "Anything, Granger? You don't even realize with whom, you're trying to make a deal?"

Hermione flinched from his cold expression, her brain screaming at her that making a deal with him right now, is definitely NOT a good idea.

But, she didn't want rumors of her private life to get out, and didn't want to stop from eating Lucifer either. 

Hermione, knew she wouldn't be able to survive without it, those holidays really gave her a sense of danger. 

Reports were not good....She would be just forced to stay in the hospital ward. 

On the other hand, forget McGonagall,  but she would definitely write a letter to her family, and Hermione will never be able to explain why she'd been found in a compromising position.

They'd never ever understand her,  Hermione can only sigh in resignation, "Y-yes, I know. If you'll just me continue, and keep this between us, I'll accept any punishment you chose."

Free to punish her in any manner he chose? Had Christmas come again already? 

Lucifer'd fantasized about getting back at Hermione properly, especially after today, but he never dreamed it could be a reality. 

A malicious grin spread across his face. "Not even nearly as intelligent as you proudly claim to be. Get up."

Hermione stood from the bed, she knew whatever, Lucifer had in store for her would really be torturous, she had seen his anger up close. 

Even tried to steel herself for what might be coming—whatever he chose was bound to be awful.

Lucifer grabbed her arm and spun her around. He sat on the bed, and Hermione realized, far too late, that she was being pulled down across his lap. 

It happened so fast and just very unexpected that she couldn't even begin to fathom what he might be doing. 

When she felt her skirt being pushed toward her waist, it suddenly dawned on her.

"Wait, Lucifer," Hermione gasped, trying to free herself. "Please don't!"

But, he held her in place. "Granger, you agreed to any punishment I saw fit. Are you going back on your word? Shall I go now and fetch the Head of our House?"

"It's H-Hermione...." She tried to correct him, but already stopped struggling and thought a moment before slumping in defeat. "No, Daddy."

The smirk permanently planted itself on Lucifer's face as he admired the round arse on his lap.

He'd found an unplanned bonus upon lifting her skirt. Expecting sensible white cotton knickers, he found black satin instead.

"Black knickers, Gr-Hermione? You're just full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" he taunted.

Totally humiliated, tears pricked her eyes. And Lucifer hadn't even begun the punishment yet.

"Don't try to look pathetic in front of me, you are not even the Hermione I know....."

"W-what's that supposed to mean?"

"So, you're not aware either, huh..."

'How old really is she? 20? 25?'

"I am not craz-" 

"Have you ever been spanked?"