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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 12:24:19 +0000 UTCHermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 6 (A Party for a Bad Girl)
Hermione stepped through the door to the sixth-year girls' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. She had expected a small gathering—Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, maybe a few others. But the moment she crossed the threshold, she saw something she hadn't expected.
The room, which had somehow been magically expanded to three times its usual size, was filled with girls. Not just Gryffindors, either. She spotted girls from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and even two Slytherins, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass, both of whom stood out like cool, elegant statues among the throng. Hermione's heart did a quick somersault in her chest as she took in the sheer number of them—twelve girls, including herself—each of them dancing, laughing, and swaying to the booming music that filled the air.
But what really made Hermione's breath hitch wasn't just the number of girls; it was what they were wearing. Or, more accurately, not wearing.
Everywhere she looked, she was met with bare skin, tight curves, and revealing outfits. Lavender, of course, was wearing the least—her outfit consisting of what looked like a lace bra and matching panties, barely covering anything at all. The sight of her bouncing freely as she danced with Parvati made Hermione's throat dry up instantly.
And then there was Susan Bones.
Hermione's eyes were immediately drawn to Susan, who was standing in the center of the room, swaying her hips to the music, a drink in hand. Susan was well-known for her... assets. In fact, she had the largest breasts in the school, and in this party she was making no effort to hide them. Her top was little more than a low-cut crop that barely contained her, and with every movement, it seemed like they might spill out at any moment.
Hermione felt her cheeks flush, her gaze locked onto Susan's chest. The swaying, the way they moved hypnotically with each step, was hard to ignore, and a sudden, involuntary throb pulsed between her legs. Hermione clenched her fists by her side, trying to will herself to focus on something—anything—else, but it was difficult when everywhere she looked there was bare skin and girls with bodies that were demanding attention.
As if on cue, Ginny noticed her entrance, she waved and grinned mischievously from across the room. She had been chatting with Daphne and Tracey, a bottle of Firewhisky in her hand, looking completely at ease unlike Hermione.
"Well, well, finally," Ginny called out, her grin widening as she crossed the room toward Hermione, hips swaying slightly as she walked. "We were starting to wonder if you were going to show up at all."
Hermione swallowed hard, forcing a smile as she tried to act like the room wasn't causing her heart to race out of control. "Yeah, I... didn't realize the party was going to be this... big," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched, betraying her nerves.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached Hermione's side, giving her a playful nudge. "You know us. We like to go all out." She took a sip from her bottle, looking Hermione up and down with an almost teasing smile. "So... what do you think? Not bad, huh?"
Hermione let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it off, though she couldn't stop her gaze from flicking toward Susan Bones again, who was now laughing loudly with some of the Ravenclaw girls, her breasts jiggling with every laugh. "Uh, yeah... not bad," Hermione muttered, tearing her eyes away before Ginny could catch her staring.
Ginny, however, didn't miss a beat, clearly enjoying Hermione's flustered state. "Oh, come on, Hermione. You look like a deer caught in the headlights. It's just a bit of fun!" She winked, leaning in slightly to lower her voice. "I told you we'd loosen you up."
Hermione wasn't sure how she was going to survive the night, surrounded by this many girls, all of them dressed like this, with the alcohol flowing so freely. And worst of all, she could feel her cock starting to stir beneath her skirt.
"I... I'm fine," Hermione insisted. "Just... taking it all in."
Ginny laughed, patting Hermione's arm as she took another sip from her bottle. "Well, take it in quickly, because you're in for a wild night. And speaking of which..."
Before Hermione could react, Ginny reached down and grabbed a bottle of Firewhisky from a nearby table, thrusting it into Hermione's hands. "Here. Drink up. You look like you need it."
Hermione hesitated, staring down at the bottle in her hands. She wasn't much of a drinker, but in this environment, she wasn't sure how else she was going to make it through the night without losing her mind.
"Come on, Hermione," Ginny coaxed, her voice dripping with playful insistence. "Loosen up. We're all friends here. And besides..." She lowered her voice, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I bet after a few drinks, you won't be able to take your eyes off of Susan."
Hermione's face turned crimson, and she quickly fumbled with the bottle cap, taking a desperate gulp of the Firewhisky. The liquid burned as it went down, but it was a welcome distraction from the embarrassment flooding her system.
Ginny laughed, clapping Hermione on the back. "There you go! Now you're getting into the spirit."
"But... how did you manage this?" Hermione asked, gesturing at the expanded room. "And the noise? Surely McGonagall would-"
"Oh, lighten up, Granger!" Lavender Brown sauntered over. "We've got silencing charms up, and Hannah's aunt sent us this brilliant expanding potion. Now come on, have a drink and join the fun!"
Hermione held onto the bottle of Firewhisky Ginny had thrust into her hand, trying to take slow sips as the party buzzed around her. The alcohol helped take the edge off. Ginny stayed close, chatting easily with Daphne and Tracey across the room, but Hermione's attention soon drifted to a small group forming nearby: Lavender, Susan Bones, and, to her mild surprise, herself.
Susan, sweet and always a bit naive, was laughing softly, a drink in her hand as Lavender stood next to her, cocky as ever in her scandalously revealing outfit. Hermione, now feeling slightly more grounded since Luna had... helped her the day before, found it easier to focus on their faces rather than the exposed skin. She felt calmer, though the warmth in her cheeks wasn't entirely from the Firewhisky.
Hermione nodded, though her mind was still half-focused on staying composed, especially with how much Lavender was flaunting her barely-there outfit. Her gaze flicked momentarily to Susan, who was smiling kindly. Susan's large breasts were, unsurprisingly, difficult to ignore—they were practically spilling out of her low-cut top—but Hermione found herself able to keep her focus on Susan's kind face, which was a victory in itself.
"I still can't believe we won the Quidditch Match!" Susan exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with excitement. "Did you see Snape's face? I thought he might actually explode!"
Ginny snorted, taking a swig of her drink. "Serves the greasy git right. Maybe now he'll wash his hair out of sheer shock."
Hermione chuckled, surprised at how easy it was to focus on the conversation despite the lingering tingles from Luna's talented mouth. She found her gaze drawn to Susan's kind face, noting how the flickering firelight brought out the warmth in her cheeks.
"Speaking of explosions," Lavender interjected with a mischievous grin, "Susan, darling, how do you manage not to cause one every time you walk down the stairs? Those tits of yours must have their own gravitational pull!"
Susan blushed furiously, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "Lavender! Don't be crude!"
But Lavender was on a roll, her eyes glinting with wicked glee. "Oh come on, you can't tell me you don't notice all the stares! I bet even the ghosts do a double-take when you walk by."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smirking. "Leave her alone, Lav. Not everyone's as obsessed with... assets... as you are."
"Says the girl who's been strutting around like a peacock all night," Lavender shot back, giving Hermione an appraising once-over. "What's got you so chipper, anyway? You're practically glowing."
Hermione fought to keep her expression neutral, memories of Luna's mouth and how good that mouth had felt around her cock. "Just happy about the Quidditch Match, I suppose."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but mercifully changed the subject. "So, Susan, ignore this gossip queen. How are things going with Justin? I heard you two were getting cozy in Herbology."
Susan's blush deepened, but a shy smile played at her lips. "Oh, um, it's nice. He's very sweet. We're taking things slow, you know?"
Lavender let out an exaggerated groan. "Booooring! Live a little, Bones! You've got the goods, flaunt 'em!"
"Not everyone's comfortable putting themselves on display," Hermione chided, feeling a surge of protectiveness for the gentle Hufflepuff.
Lavender's grin turned predatory as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh really? And just how many people have been admiring those assets of yours, Susan? I bet it's not just the boys who can't keep their eyes off you."
Her gaze flicked meaningfully to Hermione as she added, "How many girls have you caught staring, hmm?"
Hermione felt heat rise to her cheeks. She opened her mouth to protest, but found her throat unexpectedly dry.
Hermione, sensing Susan's discomfort, decided to step in. "It's not something anyone should be keeping track of, Lavender," she said, her tone light but firm, trying to steer the conversation back to something a little less... invasive. "Besides, we're all just here to have fun, right?"
Lavender shot Hermione a playful grin, clearly enjoying the fact that she had gotten a reaction out of her. "Oh, come on, Hermione. You're telling me you've never noticed anyone staring at you?" She paused, letting her gaze flick down Hermione's body before meeting her eyes again. "You're a bit more... mysterious about it, but I bet people have their eyes on you more than you think."
Hermione felt her face flush again, but this time she managed to keep her composure. "I'm pretty sure people are more interested in what I'm reading than anything else," she said with a smirk, trying to brush off Lavender's insinuation.
Lavender let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, Hermione, always so modest."
Susan, still looking a bit flustered, managed a small smile. "Lavender, you really don't need to tease me like that," she said softly. "It's just... they're just... well, you know, it's not something I really think about."
Lavender waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, come on, Susan. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. If I had a chest like yours, I'd be showing it off all the time."
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at that, and even Susan laughed a little.
The party continued to buzz with laughter and conversation as the alcohol flowed freely, loosening everyone's tongues. Hermione found herself standing near a group of three Ravenclaw witches—older students she recognized by name: Marieta, Antania, and Isabella. The three of them had all the attention in the room, and not because of anything smart they were saying, but because their outfits barely did anything to hide their bodies.
Hermione tried her best not to stare. She really did. But it was difficult, especially when all three of them were laughing and casually adjusting their tops, their cleavage practically on display as they chatted with Lavender and a few of the other girls. The conversation shifted into... questionable territory, and Hermione found herself caught in the middle of it.
"Merlin's beard, did you see that new Hufflepuff beater?" Antania giggled, her golden curls bouncing. "I swear, his arms are thicker than my thighs!"
Marietta leaned in, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Speaking of Hufflepuffs, remember that time we corrupted that poor, innocent badger boy?"
Isabella threw her head back, laughing. "Oh gods, how could I forget? What was his name again? Ernie? Eddie?"
"Elijah," Antania supplied with a wicked grin. "And let's just say he didn't live up to Hufflepuff's reputation for... endurance."
The three witches dissolved into peals of laughter, drawing curious glances from around the room.
Lavender, never one to be left out of juicy gossip, sauntered over with Susan and Parvati in tow. "Ooh, what's this about corrupting Hufflepuffs? Do tell!"
Marietta smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. "Let's just say we gave young Elijah quite the education. All three of us, at once."
Parvati's eyes widened. "No way! How did he handle that?"
Isabella snorted. "Handle it? The poor boy barely lasted thirty seconds before he was done!"
The group erupted in giggles, with Lavender clutching her sides. "Oh, that's nothing," she declared, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "I once gave a bloke head, and he finished in nine seconds flat. Nine! I hadn't even gotten properly started!"
As the laughter grew louder, Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was no prude, but this gossip... strange.
Isabella's gaze landed on Susan, who was blushing furiously. "What about you, sweetheart? With a rack like that, I bet you've had your fair share of quick-draw wizards."
Susan squirmed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I've never actually..."
"Never?" Marietta gasped in mock horror. "Oh honey, we need to fix that immediately. Those gorgeous tits are wasted on celibacy!"
Hermione felt a surge of protectiveness. "Leave her alone," she snapped, more harshly than she'd intended. "Not everyone measures their worth by how many people they've slept with."
An awkward silence fell over the group, broken only by Lavender's low whistle. "Damn, Granger. Didn't know you had it in you."
Isabella raised an eyebrow, giving Hermione an appraising look. "My my, looks like our little lioness has claws."
Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Susan. She was clearly uncomfortable with all the attention on her chest, but the other girls didn't seem to be letting up. Hermione, while pretending to sip her drink, found herself subconsciously glancing at Susan's large breasts again. It wasn't that she meant to—her eyes just seemed to drift there on their own. And she wasn't the only one.
It wasn't until she felt a slight tightening beneath her skirt that Hermione realized what was happening. Her cock had started to harden, creating a small but noticeable bulge against her skirt. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she glanced down, her cheeks flushing with panic. Oh, no, she thought, her mind racing. Not here. Not now.
She quickly shifted her position, hoping to hide the growing bulge without drawing attention to herself. The last thing she needed was for anyone—especially Lavender—to notice what was happening beneath her skirt.
"Come on, Susan," Cho teased, giving her a playful nudge. "You've never even kissed anyone?"
Susan looked down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable but trying to play along. "N-No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't."
Lavender let out a mock gasp, placing a hand dramatically on her chest. "Oh, darling Susan, we're going to have to change that. You're far too pretty to be going through Hogwarts without at least one good snog."
Susan blushed even deeper, but there was a small, shy smile on her lips as she shrugged. "Maybe one day."
Hermione, trying desperately to keep her attention on the conversation and not on the throbbing sensation beneath her skirt, forced a smile and spoke up. "Well, maybe we should focus less on teasing Susan and more on... I don't know, something a little less personal?"
Lavender shot Hermione a playful grin. "Oh, Hermione. Always the voice of reason." She took a long sip from her drink, her eyes glinting mischievously as she leaned in closer. "But come on, don't pretend you're not curious. You've been listening to all this talk just as closely as the rest of us. You're not as innocent as you look."
Hermione's face burned, and she quickly averted her gaze, taking a long, deliberate sip from her own drink to hide her embarrassment. If only you knew, she thought, silently willing the bulge in her skirt to go down.
Soon the attention turned to Tracey Davis as Hermione drank more from the bottle she had in her hand, she could feel herself getting more bold with her looks, especially with Susan and Lavender.
"So, Tracey," Padma said with a teasing glint in her eye, "you've been awfully quiet. Who have you fucked? Come on, spill!"
The girls leaned in, eager to hear whatever juicy story Tracey had to offer. Tracey smirked, clearly enjoying the attention, and took a slow sip of her drink, dragging out the moment for as long as possible. Finally, she set her glass down and crossed her arms, her smirk growing wider.
"Well," Tracey began, her voice dripping with confidence, "since you all insist on knowing... the Weasley twins."
The room went silent for a split second, then erupted into shocked gasps and laughter. Lavender nearly choked on her drink, while Ginny's eyes went wide with horror.
"What?!" Ginny shrieked, her face contorting in disgust. "Fred and George?! You're kidding me!"
Tracey shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the couch with a smug grin. "Oh, I'm not kidding. Both of them, at the same time. It was... quite the experience."
Ginny gagged, covering her face with her hands as the other girls burst into hysterical laughter. "Oh, Merlin, no. I did not need to know that about my brothers. That's... disgusting."
"Oh, come on, Ginny. Don't pretend your brothers are saints." Lavender said.
Ginny shot her a look of pure horror. "I don't want to think about my brothers like that, thank you very much! I mean, both of them? At the same time?"
"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" Isabella said with laughter, along with her two friends.
Ginny, wasn't going to let the moment pass without firing back. She glared at Tracey before turning to the trio of busty Ravenclaws, her eyes narrowing. "Honestly, it's a miracle any of you can think at all with the amount of blood that's diverted from your brains to your tits."
This only made the trio laugh harder, with Marietta slapping her thigh in amusement. "Oh, Ginny, don't be so bitter. Maybe if you had boobs like ours, you wouldn't be so cranky all the time!"
Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically, though there was a playful smile on her face. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. But you lot are going to give some poor bloke a concussion one day."
The attention shifted toward Daphne Greengrass, the so-called "Ice Queen" of Slytherin, who had been sitting quietly for most of the night. Her cold demeanor was well-known throughout Hogwarts, and even in the middle of a party, she carried herself with a cool, aloof air that made her seem untouchable.
Padma turned to Daphne with a sly grin. "Alright, Daphne, your turn. We all know you're the Ice Queen, but there must be someone who's melted that icy exterior. Who's the lucky guy?"
Daphne raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, disdainful smile. "No one," she said simply, her voice as cold as ever. "I don't waste my time with people who don't deserve it."
The room went silent for a moment, the girls exchanging glances. Even Tracey looked surprised by Daphne's answer, but there was a clear finality in her tone that made it clear she wasn't interested in discussing the subject any further.
Lavender quickly pivoted, her mischievous eyes settling on Hermione. "Well, that's no fun," she said with a grin. "But speaking of firsts... Hermione, have you ever kissed anyone?"
Hermione, who had been quietly sipping her drink and trying to focus on anything but the increasingly scandalous conversation, felt all eyes turn toward her. The alcohol had made her feel more relaxed, more open, but the question still caught her off guard. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, her brain racing to come up with an answer that wouldn't sound completely pathetic.
"I, um..." Hermione stammered, her mind flashing back to awkward school dances, brief encounters with Viktor Krum, and... well, nothing all that exciting.
"Not... really," Hermione admitted, her voice softer than she intended. "I mean, there was Viktor, but it wasn't much more than a... peck."
The room erupted into laughter, not in a cruel way, but in the kind of teasing way that only close friends could get away with. Ginny leaned over, elbowing Hermione playfully. "Viktor Krum? The great Hermione Granger only kissed Viktor Krum? The Viktor Krum?"
Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes. "It's not like we had a torrid romance or anything. It was... awkward."
Lavender pounced on the opportunity to tease further. "Oh, Hermione, you're too pure. We need to get you a real kiss, one that'll make you weak in the knees."
Hermione's face flushed deeper, and she shook her head, laughing nervously. "I'm fine, really. I don't need... that."
But Lavender wasn't letting it go. "Oh, come on, Hermione. I bet with the right person, you'd be a total natural." She winked, clearly enjoying how flustered Hermione was becoming.
Later
The night had dragged on in a blur of laughter, loud music, and more Firewhisky than Hermione had ever imagined drinking. The girls in the room had grown more uninhibited with every passing hour, their words slurred with alcohol and their actions far bolder than they would ever be under normal circumstances. Hermione, for her part, was feeling the effects of the alcohol intensely. Her head swam, her body felt loose and warm, and the world around her seemed just a bit hazy.
Susan's face was flushed a deep red from the alcohol, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply, her skin glistening with sweat. The small, damp sheen on her large breasts, which her too-tight top barely contained, had drawn Hermione's gaze more than once. She could feel her cock hardening beneath her skirt, a pulsing, unwanted pressure that made her breath catch. She shifted awkwardly, hoping desperately that no one would notice the bulge forming against her thighs. But with the alcohol clouding her judgment, it became harder to control where her eyes went and how her body responded.
"Let's play Truth or Dare!" Lavender declared, brandishing an empty bottle like a wand. "Come on, form a circle!"
There was a flurry of movement as the remaining partygoers arranged themselves on the plush carpet. Hermione found herself wedged between Ginny and Susan, the latter's face flushed a delightful shade of pink.
As Susan shifted, trying to get comfortable, her arm brushed against Hermione's thigh. The contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to Hermione's cock, and she bit back a gasp as she felt herself hardening beneath her skirt.
'Oh Merlin, not now,' she thought desperately, trying to will away her growing arousal.
Lavender's excited squeal cut through Hermione's internal panic. "Alright, here we go!" She set the bottle spinning with a flick of her wrist.
Round and round it went, the glass catching the firelight as it slowed. When it finally came to rest, it was pointing directly at... Lavender herself.
"Oh boo," she pouted. "That's no fun. Let's go again!"
This time, the bottle's neck aligned perfectly with Hermione. Lavender's eyes lit up with wicked glee as she locked gazes with the flustered brunette.
"Well well, Granger," Lavender purred, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Truth or dare?"
Hermione's mind raced. If she chose truth, Lavender would undoubtedly ask about her preferences in girls - a topic Hermione wasn't quite ready to discuss openly. But a dare... who knew what Lavender might come up with?
"Dare," Hermione said finally, squaring her shoulders.
Lavender's grin turned predatory. "I dare you... to kiss me. And I mean a real kiss, none of that pecking nonsense!"
A hush fell over the circle, all eyes fixed on Hermione. She sat frozen, her brain struggling to process the challenge through its alcoholic fog.
"Come on, Hermione!" Ginny whooped, giving her a playful shove. "Show us what you've got!"
But Hermione couldn't move. Despite the liquid courage coursing through her veins, she found herself paralyzed by a mix of desire and terror. What if she was rubbish at it? What if everyone laughed?
Before she could spiral further into panic, Lavender took matters into her own hands. She crawled across the circle until she was mere inches from Hermione's face.
"Allow me," Lavender murmured, and then her lips were on Hermione's.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Lavender's mouth was soft and insistent, tasting of butterbeer and cherry lip gloss. As she pressed closer, Hermione felt the swell of Lavender's breasts against her own, igniting a fire low in her belly.
Without conscious thought, Hermione's hands came up to tangle in Lavender's hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She parted her lips, allowing Lavender's tongue to slip inside, and a low moan escaped her throat.
The sound seemed to break whatever spell had fallen over the room. Suddenly, there were cheers and wolf-whistles from all around. Hermione pulled back, dazed and breathless, to find the entire circle gaping at them in various states of shock and arousal.
"Bloody hell," Isabella breathed. "That was..."
"Hot," Parvati finished, fanning herself dramatically.
"Well, well, Hermione," Padma said with a grin. "I had no idea you were such a good kisser."
Lavender, still looking utterly pleased with herself, gave Hermione a wink. "Oh, she's a natural," she purred. "If she kisses like that when she's all nervous, imagine what she'd be like when she's... relaxed."
The girls laughed, and Hermione's face flushed a deep red. She shifted awkwardly, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing hardness between her legs. If any of them came too close, if any of them accidentally brushed against her waist, they would feel it, and there would be no explaining that away. If someone touched her there, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop herself from cumming right in her skirt.
Before Hermione could catch her breath, Tracey Davis crawled across the circle toward her, her eyes full of playful intent. "Don't worry, Granger," she said, her voice low and teasing, "I'll make it easy for you." And then, without any warning, Tracey leaned in and kissed Hermione full on the mouth.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping the edge of the table to steady herself as Tracey's lips moved against hers. The kiss was deeper this time, hungrier, and Hermione could feel the heat of Tracey's body pressing against her.
When Tracey finally pulled away, Hermione barely had a moment to recover before Lavender leaned in once again, clearly not done with her teasing. Lavender's hands found their way to Hermione's body, and before Hermione could react, she felt Lavender guide her hand up to her chest, placing it firmly on her right breast. Lavender moaned softly, her body pressing against Hermione's as their lips met for the second time, the warmth of Lavender's breast filling Hermione's palm.
Hermione's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as her hand instinctively squeezed, feeling the softness beneath her fingers. The kiss deepened, Lavender's tongue flicking playfully against Hermione's lips, and Hermione could feel her body betraying her even more. The pressure between her legs was becoming unbearable, and the heat building inside her was threatening to explode.
Lavender, looking decidedly smug, returned to her spot in the circle. "Your turn to spin, Hermione," she said with a wink.
As Hermione reached for the bottle, she caught Susan's eye. The Hufflepuff was staring at her with an expression of mingled awe and... was that hunger?
The game continued, each round growing bolder and more outrageous. Ginny had to give Lavender a lap dance. Parvati admitted to having a crush on Professor Lupin back in third year.
Through it all, Hermione found herself hyper-aware of Susan's presence beside her. Every accidental brush of their arms sent sparks skittering across her skin. And her predicament beneath her skirt was only growing more... pronounced.
Finally, the bottle landed on Susan. The shy Hufflepuff bit her lip nervously as she considered her options.
"Truth," she said softly.
Lavender's eyes gleamed. "Alright, Bones. Who in this room would you most like to snog?"
Susan's face flamed crimson. Her gaze darted around the circle, lingering for just a moment too long on Hermione before dropping to the floor.
"I... um..." she stammered.
"Come on," Parvati urged. "We won't tell anyone outside this room. Promise!"
Susan took a deep breath, then mumbled something inaudible.
"What was that?" Lavender pressed, leaning forward eagerly.
"Hermione!" Susan blurted out, then immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, looking mortified.
All eyes swiveled to Hermione, who felt her face burning hotter than a dragon's breath. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"Well well," Lavender drawled. "Looks like our little bookworm is quite the heartbreaker. First me, now Susan... is there anyone here you haven't charmed, Granger?"
Hermione wanted to disappear into the floor. But a small part of her, the part that had been awakened by Luna's mouth and fueled by tonight's revelations, felt a thrill of excitement.
"I think," she said slowly, surprising herself with her boldness, "that it's time for another dare."
The bottle was spun again, the game continuing as the girls grew bolder and more reckless. Clothes began to fly off, tossed carelessly across the room as the girls laughed and dared each other to go further and further.
And then, to her shock, she saw the trio of Ravenclaw witches—without their tops, their busty breasts completely exposed. The sight was mesmerizing. Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth going dry as she found herself unable to look away.
She licked her lips, unable to stop herself.
"Lavender, I dare you to eat me out," Marietta called out, her voice thick with alcohol and teasing lust.
Hermione's eyes snapped to Lavender, who didn't hesitate for a second. With a mischievous grin, Lavender crawled across the floor toward Marietta, pushing her legs apart and diving between them with a wicked gleam in her eye. Marietta moaned loudly the moment Lavender's tongue made contact, her back arching as Lavender eagerly licked and kissed her.
The sight of it—Marietta's moans, the way Lavender moved between her legs, the way everyone watched without a hint of shame—was almost too much for Hermione to handle.
And then, out of nowhere, Ginny appeared beside her, leaning in close. Her breath was hot against Hermione's ear as she whispered, "Did you like it? When Lavender kissed you?"
She tried to answer, tried to say something—anything—but her words caught in her throat.
But then Ginny's hand landed on Hermione's waist, and everything went cold.
Ginny's fingers brushed against the bulge in Hermione's skirt, and Hermione's body froze, her heart stopping in her chest. Ginny's eyes widened for just a moment, the shock clear on her face as her fingers made contact with the unmistakable hardness beneath Hermione's skirt.
Hermione's blood ran cold, panic flooding her system as she waited for Ginny to say something—to do something. But instead, Ginny's expression shifted. She glanced at Hermione for just a second, then quickly pulled her hand away, her eyes darting back to Lavender and the Ravenclaw witch moaning, saying she was close to cumming.
Hermione's mind raced, her body trembling. Ginny had felt it—there was no way she hadn't—but she was acting as if nothing was wrong, as if she hadn't just discovered Hermione's secret.
The Gryffindor common room swirled around Hermione in a haze of firewhisky fumes and perfume. Laughter and whispers blended together as her vision blurred, the faces of her classmates melting into an indistinct tableau of flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
Hermione stumbled, catching herself on the arm of a nearby chair. The room seemed to tilt and spin, making it difficult to focus on any one thing for long. She blinked hard, trying to clear her head, but the alcohol coursing through her veins made coherent thought nearly impossible.
A chorus of giggles erupted from somewhere to her left. Hermione turned, squinting to make out the source of the commotion. Through the fog, she could just barely discern Parvati and Padma, their arms entwined as they whispered conspiratorially to each other.
"Did you see?" Parvati stage-whispered, her words slightly slurred. "When Lavender kissed her... I swear I saw..."
Padma shushed her sister, but her eyes gleamed with mischief as they darted towards Hermione.
Before Hermione could ponder their exchange, a warm breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"I know your secret," a husky voice whispered, barely audible above the din of the party. "Your little... or should I say, big secret."
Hermione's blood ran cold. She whipped her head around, heart pounding, desperate to catch a glimpse of the speaker. But there was no one there - just empty space and the continued sounds of revelry.
Panic clawed at her chest. Who could have discovered that she had a cock? Maybe it was Ginny who whispered in her ear.
"H-hello?" Hermione called out, her voice trembling. "Who's there?"
But her words were lost in the cacophony of the party. Across the room, she caught sight of Ginny perched on Isabella's lap, the redhead's fingers tangled in her dark hair as they kissed passionately.
Hermione's head swam. She needed air, needed to escape. But as she turned to flee, she collided with a warm, soft form.
"Whoops!" Lavender Brown giggled, steadying herself against Hermione's shoulders. "Easy there, tiger. Or should I say... lioness?"
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Lavender's proximity was suddenly overwhelming - the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, the way her shirt clung to her curves...
"You know," Lavender purred, leaning in close, "I've always wondered about you, Hermione Granger. Always so prim and proper on the outside. But I bet you're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
Before Hermione could process what was happening, Lavender's lips were on hers. The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but quickly grew heated as Lavender pressed closer.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, her body responding despite her mental confusion. Lavender's tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of firewhisky and cherry lip gloss. Hands roamed boldly, squeezing and caressing with uninhibited fervor.
As Lavender pressed closer, Hermione felt a jolt of panic. Her skirt did little to conceal her growing arousal, and if Lavender shifted just a bit more...
But coherent thought was becoming increasingly difficult. The room spun around her, faces and bodies blurring into a dizzying tableau of debauchery. Hermione's last conscious sensation was Lavender's teeth grazing her lower lip before darkness claimed her.
