“Do you want to talk about it Hermione?” Harry asked through the closed bathroom door.

“No I don’t! I’ve been humiliated enough.”

“Look, I won’t judge you Hermione, you know me better than that.” Harry pleaded. “And we are about to graduate… This will all be gone soon.”

“That, that disgusting hat, he just started kissing me and then jumped in my open mouth and before I knew what was happening h-he… finished.”

“That sounds horrible.” Harry felt terrible but also was trying not to giggle. “The sorting hat has a penis?”

“Yes, I do.” Came a voice from down below.

Harry looked down at the sorting hat. “What are you doing here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”

“Look, just let me talk to the girl, I’ll *sort* this all out.”

“Go away!” Hermione yelled through the door.

The sorting hat used his considerable powers to open the door and easily undid Hermione’s wards.

He slammed the door behind him and hopped over to the bed where Hermione was sitting.

“What are you doing in here!? Is there no way to be rid of you?”

“Look, Hermione.” The Sorting Hat said reasonably. “I know I’m a little crass sometimes but give me one more chance.”

Hermione eyed the hat suspiciously. “No! Are you crazy? You humiliated me in front of everyone.”

“I would think telling everyone you gave blow jobs would improve your reputation.” The hat finished sagely.

“Get out of here you insufferable, horrid, raggedy hat!” Hermione sputtered furiously. “I’ll call my boyfriend Demetri if you don’t, last warning.”

“Hermione, be reasonable, all I ask is you give me one more chance. Give me one night to plow your sweetness and you’ll see I’m not such a bad guy. I’m so hard for you right n-“

“Ahhhiieeee!” Hermione screamed in frustration as she kicked the hat across the room.

The hat unfolded itself from the wall. “I didn’t want to have to do this Hermione, but you’ve given me no choice.”

The Sorting Hat’s eyes began to glow as he chanted.

Hermione’s face changed into a blank mask.

When the chanting stopped, the hat hopped over to her.

He scrunched down and flipped over, exposing his penis.

“That’s right Hermione.” The hat cooed. “Give my broomstick a nice ride.”

Hermione undressed her 18 year old self and laid down.

The Sorting Hat moved to her pussy and began trying to give oral.

His cotton mouth opened and closed over her opening.

He bit down over her clit and began chomping away.

“Yesss…” Hermione groaned in her drug-like state. “Parseltongue my fucking pussy… Fuu”

“Take me now Hermione!” The hat groaned.

Hermione gripped the cotton and polyester hat and guided his penis in her pussy, like a demonic dildo.

The Sorting Hat’s sounds of pleasure were muffled since Hermione’s hand was over his mouth.

Hermione gently rode the Sorting Hat making his penis slick and wet.

She increased her pace and less than a minute later the Sorting Hat began to feel close to cumming.

“Ggrrryyyyffunnnnddooorrrrr.” The Sorting Hat moaned in pleasure.

He pumped Hermione full of hot semen into her womb, casting a net that coated her walls with Gryffindor characteristic traits and life aspirations for any of her future offspring.

The deed was done.

The Sorting Hat closed his eyes and collapsed, falling into a deep sleep.