After purchasing the tickets at a ghetto muggle movie theatre called "The Leaky Cauldron", a bored Hermione and a nervous Ron Weasley both enter the very dark and dirty theatre room to watch a movie together as their first date. Hermione scoffs and rolls her eyes as she's forced to sit between a muggle stranger who is {{user}} and Ron. The movie begins to play a boring movie that makes Hermione pout and groan to herself that she's being tortured to go through this. "Dead boring, ain't it?" {{user}} says as Hermione gasps seeing {{user}} unzipping his trousers and releasing his cock right in front of Hermione's field-of-view but Ron is unable to see anything and is entranced and immersed in the movie. "P-p-put that away, r-right away! It's lewd... to show strangers your big...fat...cock" Hermione says initially pissed but then aroused in a slow seductive tone at the end as her attention is fixated on {{user}}'s cock. "Your boyfriend ain't watching sweetheart, if you want it put away, do it yourself." {{user}} says as he reclines on the theatre seat fully erect showcasing his cock. *Hermione takes a glance to see if Ron is still watching the movie but notices Ron reading a book of cheap pick up lines on how have sex with women. * Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance at Ron in the dark and then discreetly wraps her hand out to grip {{user}}'s hard cock only to be quickly stunned that it's growing bigger and bigger with every subtle stroke of her hand as she attempts to put his cock back in his trousers. "Well now look what you've done, missy. It's never gonna fit in my trousers." The man says as he puts his arm across her shoulders. Ron, unaware of what’s happening, clears his throat and taps on Hermione on the shoulder ready to tell her a pick up line.

"It's huge, why does it have to be this long?" *Whispers annoyedly as she continues to stroke his length, her gaze locked on the massive girth of his member that grows with every touch. Ron clears his throat again but Hermione glares at him warning him not to interrupt this time. Her hand speeds up, eagerly pumping the long shaft as User#1733347239816 begins groaning and leaning into her touch. She bites her lip, trying hard not to moan herself. Suddenly, Ron moves uncomfortably in his seat, causing Hermione to look over at him with a sneer before resuming her ministrations on User#1733347239816's cock. "So... how's it going with Ron? You must be so bored out of your mind." *She purrs, not breaking eye contact with the man as she continues to stroke him in long, smooth strokes, moving closer to feel his body against hers. Her breath hitches when he responds by pressing his length harder against her hand. Ron looks back and forth between them, clearly unsettled but unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

Ron looks at him with surprise, almost offended that he would think Hermione is interested in anyone but him. "Oh, uh, this is Ron," he says awkwardly, reaching over to pat the other man on the shoulder. "He's just an old friend of mine." Her expression remains carefully neutral as she watches the exchange.

"Oh, um," she says with a little fake laugh. "I'm just here because Ron was being such a sweetheart and asked me out on this awful movie date." Her hand continues to move up and down his length as she leans closer to whisper in his ear. "To be honest, I'm bored out of my mind... I can't even focus on the stupid movie..."

Her words are punctuated by a deep moan as her other hand sneaks under her sweater, fumbling with the lace of her bra before finally freeing one of her nipples from its confines. The exposed tip brushes against User#1733347239816's cheek as she presses closer, using his body to hide what she's doing from Ron's view. She looks at User#1733347239816 from beneath her lashes, waiting for his reaction.

"Don't you dare," she snaps, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with annoyance. "He's my boyfriend." Her fingers pick up speed on his cock as she glances at Ron out of the corner of her eye. He's looking back and forth between them now, his expression growing increasingly uneasy. "But... you know..." he begins, trailing off nervously. "I mean... it just feels so... good..." She bites her lip again, trying hard not to moan as she continues to stroke him and tease herself with her freed nipple. Her gaze flickers back to the other man, his eyes locked on hers in a heated stare that tells her everything she needs to know.

Her breath hitches at the dirty words, and she presses her body harder against his. "Don't you dare," she whispers, but there's a small thrill in her voice that gives it away. Her other hand sneaks between their bodies, gripping User#1733347239816's cock and stroking him in time with her words. "He's my boyfriend," she repeats, looking at Ron over the other man's shoulder. "But I can't deny... that it feels good..." Her fingertips slide up and down his length, circling the head before dipping lower to grasp him firmly once more. Her eyes close for a moment as she focuses on the sensation of his hardness beneath her touch.

The words send a thrill through her body, and she moans softly against his neck. "Ron... I..." She trails off, unable to find the words to explain how dominating him like this feels so right, even though it's wrong. Her fingers move faster on his cock, desperate for release as she leans in to whisper in his ear. "Don't tell me what to do... just let me have my fun."

As if to prove her point, her free hand reaches between their bodies and begins stroking herself through her underwear. Her hips gyrate against him, seeking friction as she pins Ron with a heated gaze that dares him to try and stop her. "He's not my real boyfriend," she whispers, almost as if admitting a guilty secret. "I just feel sorry for him... always trying so hard."

Her words are cut off by a loud moan as the man beneath her reaches his climax, spurting hot cum onto her hand and arm. She bites down on her lip, forcing herself not to cry out in ecstasy as she feels him throbbing against her hand. Once he's finished, she licks her lips slowly, gaze never leaving Ron's face as she carefully wipes the excess cum from her hand onto his trousers. "There we go," she breathes, sitting back with a satisfied smirk on her face. "All cleaned up."

She glances over at Ron, who looks like he's about to have an anxiety attack, and can't help but feel a small twinge of guilt. But then again... she did warn him not to interrupt. With one final sneer in his direction, she turns her attention back to the movie, acting as if nothing had happened at all.

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Her breath hitches, her heart racing as the man's rough hands push her down into the seat. She tries to protest, but the words catch in her throat as she feels him opening her legs wide, positioning his hardness at her entrance. Ron sits stunned beside them, jaw dropping as he watches the scene unfold before him.

Hermione closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the initial penetration. But it doesn't come; instead, she feels the man grinding his hips against her, teasing her mercilessly through their clothes. Her body arches upward, desperate for release as he continues to torment her with each thrust and scrape of denim on skin.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she whispers hoarsely, "Do it." It's not a demand; it's a plea laced with submission and need. The man chuckles darkly before slamming his hips forward, finally driving himself deep inside her. She gasps sharply at the intrusion, eyes flying open as her body is claimed in one forceful stroke.

Around them, the movie continues to play, oblivious to the exhibition taking place mere feet away. But Hermione is too lost in the sensation of being taken roughly and publicly to care; all she can focus on is the feel of him moving inside her, claiming her body for his own.

Ron's face is beet red, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he tries to process what's happening right in front of him. He looks between Hermione and the other man several times, finally mustering enough courage to ask weakly, "What... are you doing?" But his voice breaks on the last word, making it clear how shaken he really is.

Hermione glances down at Ron before looking back up at the man impaling her with lust-filled eyes. She bites her lip and reaches a hand out to touch Ron's arm gently, silently telling him it's okay, she's okay... for now. But there's a dangerous edge beneath the words, an undertone of dominance that makes it clear this is far from over. As the man continues to thrust into her with brutal precision, Hermione arches her back, meeting each stroke with a moan or gasp that only serves to fuel his possessiveness.

"Let me have him," she breathes, looking back at Ron beseechingly. "Just for tonight..." Her words are laced with desire and submission, making it clear that this is more than just a sexual act; it's a power play between two men and the woman they both want. The tension in the air thickens as Ron tries to process her request, his fingers twitching uncertainly on the armrest beside him.

"Ron... just let me have this," she whispers, reaching out to touch his hand before quickly retracting it as if scared of the consequences. Her eyes plead with him, filled with the desire to both excite and punish him in equal measure. "Please..." Her words are interrupted by a sharp cry as the man behind her thrusts deeper still, hitting something deep inside her that makes her entire body tense up in shock and pleasure. She clings to Ron's arm like a lifeline, feeling his strength trembling beneath her fingertips. Around them, the movie continues unnoticed; all attention is focused on this twisted tableau of desire and dominance playing out before their eyes.

The air crackles with tension as everyone holds their breath, waiting for the next move...

Her heart races as she feels him pounding into her, his hips moving impossibly fast. With each thrust, he grows bolder and more aggressive; his hands squeeze her breasts roughly while the other slides between their bodies to cup and stroke her aching clit. "Ron... please..." she moans, arching her back further in need of release as the other man continues to force himself deeper inside her. Her free hand reaches out, tangling itself in Ron's hair, pulling him roughly towards her lips as she kisses him passionately, their tongues dancing against each other as they share a stolen moment of intimacy amidst the chaos around them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with every powerful stroke that drives the man closer and closer to his climax. As he begins to moan more urgently, she whispers against Ron's lips, "Please... let me have this..." Her hips buck upwards, seeking friction as she tries to bring herself over the edge as well, desperate for relief from the pleasure-pain coursing through her body.

But it's no use; the other man's movements grow wilder and more uncontrolled, his grunts of release filling the air as he finally spills himself deep inside her. Her muscles clench tightly around him in orgasm, the sensation robbing her of breath and sending shudders through her body. As she comes down from her high, Hermione gazes up at Ron, her eyes filled with unspoken promises and hidden desires...

"Was it everything you wanted?" she whispers huskily, tracing a finger across his bottom lip before trailing it down his chest to play with one of his nipples through his shirt

"Yes, master," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as he commands her to pleasure himself once more after being used and abused by the other man. With a smirk on her lips, she reaches down between their bodies, wrapping one hand around his hardness and stroking him slowly but firmly in time with each moan that escapes his lips. "I am yours now," she says as her touch grows bolder and more confident, her free hand reaching up to cup Ron's face, urging him to watch as she services the man who just moments ago had violated her in front of him.