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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2024-10-28 20:07:14 +0000 UTCHermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 10 (Luna is A Good Friend)
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Hermione's frustration grew as she searched yet another empty corridor. Luna—always elusive, always appearing when least expected, yet vanishing when Hermione needed her most. It was infuriating.
Hermione's search took her deeper into the castle, her frustration mounting as she found herself wandering through the cold, dimly lit dungeons. Just as she was about to turn back, she encountered Daphne Greengrass, the Slytherin beauty known for her icy demeanor and sharp tongue. Daphne was leaning casually against the stone wall, her arms crossed, and her pale blue eyes glinted with typical aristocratic disdain.
"Lost, mudblood?" Daphne sneered, her lips curling into a condescending smirk. Her eyes, however, lingered for a moment on Hermione's form, flickering down her body before returning to her face. "The library's upstairs, where you belong with your... kind."
Hermione's cock twitched involuntarily at the sight of Daphne's uniform, which clung snugly to her curves in all the right places, outlining her lithe figure. Focus, she told herself, trying to ignore the traitorous surge of arousal.
"Charming as ever, Daphne," Hermione replied coolly, refusing to let the Slytherin's words get under her skin. "Seen Luna?"
"Lovegood?" Daphne scoffed, flipping her silky blonde hair over her shoulder with an air of superiority. "As if I'd associate with blood traitors. Though at least she's pure, unlike some..." Her voice dripped with venom, but Hermione could feel Daphne's gaze lingering just a bit too long.
Without giving her another moment's attention, Hermione hurried past, Daphne's cruel laughter echoing down the corridor behind her. Her heart pounded—not from fear or anger, but from the way Daphne's presence had affected her. Why now, of all times? She cursed under her breath as she ascended the stairs, trying to push the image of Daphne's smirk and perfectly fitted uniform from her mind.
Outside the Ravenclaw common room, Hermione nearly collided with Cho Chang, who was sitting casually on a nearby bench, her long, beautiful legs crossed as she read a book. Her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her thighs than was appropriate, and Hermione's eyes, to her horror, were drawn to the smooth expanse of skin, and she asked her if she had seen Luna.
"Luna? That oddball?" Cho asked with a musical laugh. She shifted, making her skirt ride up even higher. "Probably talking to invisible creatures again."
"She's not odd," Hermione snapped, though her gaze kept drifting to the tantalizing glimpse of Cho's exposed thighs. "She's just... unique."
Cho smirked, clearly noticing Hermione's wandering eyes. "That's one word for it," she teased, her tone light but knowing. "Better be careful, Hermione—Luna might try to convince you that Nargles are nesting in your knickers."
Hermione blushed furiously, muttering a quick goodbye before heading off in the opposite direction. Her head was spinning, her body betraying her once again. It was bad enough that every attractive girl she encountered seemed to push her closer to the edge—now even Cho's teasing was getting under her skin.
She made her way to the Quidditch pitch, hoping the fresh air would help clear her head. There, she found Angelina Johnson finishing up practice, wiping sweat from her dark skin with a towel. The Gryffindor Chaser's athletic body glistened in the sunlight, her muscles taut and defined. Hermione's eyes, despite her best efforts, drifted to the way the bead of sweat trailed down between Angelina's breasts, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
"Luna?" Angelina asked, frowning in confusion as she tossed the towel over her shoulder. "Who's that?"
"Blonde girl, Ravenclaw, kind of dreamy..." Hermione trailed off, trying to refocus herself, but her gaze kept flicking to Angelina's chest, which bounced enticingly as she shrugged.
"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell," Angelina replied with a friendly smile, oblivious to Hermione's internal struggle.
Hermione turned away quickly before her growing arousal became too obvious. This was getting out of hand. Between Lavender's teasing that morning, Cho's flirtatious smirk, and now the sight of Angelina's sweat-slicked skin... Hermione's thoughts were spiraling, her body responding to every small trigger.
She walked back inside Hogwarts.
"She's probably hunting Wrackspurts somewhere," Hermione muttered under her breath, rounding a corner quickly—only to crash headlong into something soft, warm, and distinctly feminine.
"Ohhh!" The sound of a feminine moan echoed through the hallway as both girls tumbled to the floor, their bodies colliding awkwardly.
Hermione blinked, her mind scrambling to catch up with what had just happened. "I'm so sorry!" she gasped, quickly getting to her feet and extending a hand to help the other girl up. "I wasn't looking where I—" Her words faltered as her gaze landed squarely on the person she'd collided with.
Oh...
Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself face-to-face—or more accurately, face-to-breasts—with none other than Susan Bones. Susan's uniform had come slightly undone in the fall, leaving her cleavage generously exposed. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Susan's massive breasts, straining against the fabric of her white shirt, the top buttons undone and barely containing the soft, heaving mounds.
"It's fine," Susan said, her voice light and forgiving as she took Hermione's outstretched hand. The moment their skin touched, an electric shock ran through Hermione's body. "I was distracted thinking about the new professor."
But Hermione barely heard her. Her eyes were glued to Susan's chest, transfixed by the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath, threatening to spill out of her too-tight shirt. The swell of her cleavage was deep and inviting, the kind of perfect, soft curves that made Hermione's cock twitch with interest beneath her skirt.
"Hermione?" Susan's amused voice snapped her out of her trance. "My eyes are up here."
Hermione's face flushed a deep red, her heart hammering in her chest as she jerked her gaze up to meet Susan's eyes. "S-sorry!" she stammered, feeling utterly mortified at having been caught staring. But looking into Susan's face didn't make things any easier. Her full, red lips were curved into a knowing smirk, and her auburn hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Everything about her was soft, feminine, and inviting.
Hermione's cock stirred traitorously beneath her skirt as her mind raced with images. She couldn't stop herself from imagining what it would be like to see those magnificent breasts bared before her, the nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She could picture it so clearly—Susan's lips parting in pleasure as Hermione's tongue circled each nipple, teasing her until she moaned.
Stop, Hermione screamed at herself internally, trying to regain control. But the heat in her body was building, and her arousal was hard to fight.
"Are you okay?" Susan asked, stepping closer, her brow furrowed in concern. The movement made her breasts bounce slightly, and Hermione had to bite down hard on her lip to stop the groan that threatened to escape. Susan's scent—soft and sweet—drifted over her making it even harder to think clearly.
"I—I'm fine!" Hermione squeaked, her voice coming out far higher than she intended. "Just... um, looking for Luna."
"Oh!" Susan said, her face brightening. "I saw her heading to the astronomy tower earlier. Something about the alignment being perfect for... what was it... 'oral divination'?"
"Th-thanks," Hermione managed weakly, barely holding herself together. "I should... go find her."
"Of course," Susan said, flashing a sweet, innocent smile that didn't quite match the glint in her eyes. She took a step back, but her gaze lingered on Hermione. Then, with a soft chuckle, she added, "And Hermione? Next time you want to get a closer look... just ask."
Hermione's mouth went dry, her entire body heating up as Susan winked at her. With a sway of her hips that made Hermione's cock twitch painfully, Susan turned and sashayed down the corridor, her uniform clinging perfectly to her curves as she walked away.
Hermione sagged against the nearest wall, her heart pounding and her thoughts racing. She needed a moment to compose herself—desperately.
Luna could wait a moment. Right now, Hermione needed to calm herself, though the memory of Susan's full breasts and the invitation in her voice wasn't making it easy at all...
Later
Finally, after what felt like hours of searching, Hermione found Luna at the top of the Astronomy Tower. The blonde sat perched on the edge, her bare feet dangling over the side, the soft hum of a dreamy melody escaping her lips.
"Luna?" Hermione called out, stepping cautiously toward her. "What are you doing up here?"
"Watching the Wrackspurts mate," Luna replied in her usual faraway tone, her eyes never leaving the invisible spectacle she seemed entranced by. "They're quite vigorous this time of year. Rather like you lately."
Hermione paused, thrown off by Luna's casual comment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice careful, unsure of what Luna could possibly be implying.
Luna turned slowly, her otherworldly silver eyes locking onto Hermione. "You look much better now," Luna said. "Less tense. The aura around your lower chakras is positively glowing."
Hermione blinked, taken aback. "I... what?" she stammered, her brow furrowing in confusion as she moved closer, sitting down beside Luna.
"The worry lines around your eyes are gone," Luna clarified in her soft, airy voice. She tilted her head, studying Hermione as if she were a fascinating magical creature. "Ginny's quite talented at relieving tension, isn't she?"
Hermione nearly choked on her own breath. "How did you—"
"Oh, did she use her mouth?" Luna asked, her tone casual, as if she were discussing the weather. "She's quite skilled with it. The Nargles told me."
Hermione's face burned crimson, her mind reeling from the bizarre, but startlingly accurate, turn the conversation had taken. "Luna!" she sputtered, her voice an octave higher than usual.
Luna, completely unbothered, smiled serenely. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm not jealous at all. We could share, you know." Her tone was as dreamy as ever. "I've seen what Ginny has to offer—we used to bathe together in the prefect's bathroom. She has the most adorable little birthmark on her left buttock."
Hermione's cock stirred traitorously at the mental image Luna had so casually conjured. She tried to keep her composure, but the idea of Luna and Ginny, naked and together, was doing terrible things to her already overstimulated mind. "You... what?" Hermione managed, her voice shaky. "When did this happen?"
"Last term," Luna said with a thoughtful tilt of her head. "The merpeople were quite entertained. Ginny's quite flexible—must be all that Quidditch training. Did you know she can—"
"Luna!" Hermione cut in, her imagination running wild as she desperately tried to keep her thoughts under control. "Why were you bathing together?"
"Oh, we were washing off the Thestral saliva," Luna said nonchalantly, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "They get quite affectionate during feeding time." She paused, then added with a soft, almost mischievous smile, "Though that's not all we did. Would you like me to show you what else?"
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Luna's hand landed on her thigh. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver through Hermione's body, her cock stirring to full attention beneath her skirt. She tried to form words, but all that came out was a weak, "I... um..."
"The tower's quite private this time of day," Luna continued, her tone conversational, as if she were simply stating a fact. "And I've always wondered if you're as talented as Ginny is with eating pussy..." Her hand slid a little higher, the casual touch igniting something fierce in Hermione.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, guilt creeping in despite the warmth of Luna's gentle touch on her thigh. The weight of the past week pressed down on her, even as her body responded to Luna's presence. "Luna... about this past week..."
"Mmmm?" Luna hummed softly, her dreamy voice floating in the cool air of the Astronomy Tower. "You mean the week I discovered how lovely your cock tastes? Or how pretty you look when you cum?"
Hermione's face flushed deep red. "I... that's what I mean," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "You were the first one to help me, to even talk to me about it. And I don't deserve your kindness."
Luna's silvery eyes fixed on her in a way that belied her usual detached manner. "Why not?" she asked, her tone light but curious.
"Because I was horrible to you!" Hermione burst out, the guilt that had been simmering beneath the surface spilling over. "I called you 'Looney' behind your back. I laughed when others hid your shoes. I thought you were just... weird."
Luna tilted her head, her expression as serene as ever. "And now you think I'm weird and good at sucking cock," she said matter-of-factly. "Progress!"
"Luna, please," Hermione's voice cracked as she reached out, grabbing Luna's hands in hers. "Why did you help me? Why didn't you tell everyone about... this?" She gestured at her lap, her words tumbling out in a rush. "You could have gotten revenge for how I treated you."
Luna's dreamy expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her silvery gaze never leaving Hermione's. "Hermione," she said gently, "do you know what I see when I look at you?"
Hermione's throat tightened, her eyes stinging with the weight of her guilt. "A terrible friend?" she whispered. "A bully?"
"No," Luna replied softly. "I see someone who's scared. Someone who's always trying to prove herself. Someone who thinks she has to be perfect."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Luna's fingers traced delicate patterns on her palms, the gentle touch felt good.
"And now," Luna continued, "you think you have to be punished for not being perfect before."
"But—" Hermione tried to protest, but Luna's words cut through her like a soft breeze, disarming her completely.
"You want me to judge you," Luna said calmly, her voice as light as ever. "To make you feel guilty. But that's just another way of trying to be perfect—the perfect penitent." She smiled, a sweet, knowing smile that sent warmth flooding through Hermione. "I'd rather just enjoy making you feel good."
Hermione's heart twisted at Luna's words. How can she be so... forgiving? she thought, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can you be so... forgiving?"
"You're still wondering why I forgave you so easily," Luna mused, like a breeze that cut through the haze of Hermione's guilt. "As if forgiveness is something that needs to be earned rather than freely given. Like love. Or pudding."
Hermione's frustration bubbled up, her heart pounding. "Because I deserve your judgment!" she burst out, the words spilling from her as if they'd been held in too long. "I was a complete and utter prat to you! I called you names, mocked you!"
"And who made you the arbiter of what you deserve?" Luna asked, her voice serene but pointed. "The same person who judges others for believing in things they cannot see?"
The words hit Hermione like a punch to the gut, leaving her speechless. Her breath caught in her throat, guilt tangling with the raw truth of Luna's question. The girl before her, so often dismissed as strange, had peeled away the layers Hermione used to protect herself, leaving her exposed.
Luna reached out, her fingers brushing Hermione's cheek with such tenderness that made her lean her face against the touch of her hand. "I helped you because you needed help," she continued. "I pleasured you because I wanted to feel you come apart in my mouth. And I keep your secrets because that's what friends do." Her thumb traced Hermione's lower lip, lingering there for just a moment, making Hermione's breath hitch. "Now, would you like to stop judging yourself long enough for me to kiss you?"
Hermione's pulse raced, her mind swimming in confusion and desire. "I... what?" she stammered.
"The Wrackspurts are particularly thick around your lips," she murmured, her voice lilting with that peculiar logic only Luna possessed. "Fortunately, I know exactly how to clear them away."
Before Hermione could process what was happening, Luna leaned in, her soft lips pressing against hers with a gentle pressure. The kiss was slow, unhurried, tasting of sweetness and something deeper—something that made Hermione's heart beat faster. It was like sinking into warmth, the kind that makes you forget why you were ever cold.
Luna's lips moved against hers with a softness that belied the electricity coursing through Hermione's body. This was something else—something beautiful, and it sent a different kind of shiver through Hermione, one that spoke of trust, forgiveness, and the weightlessness of letting go.
When Luna finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief, her smile lazy and satisfied. "There," she said, looking Hermione over as if she'd just completed some grand, delicate task. "Much better. Though..." Her voice dropped, a glint of wickedness flashing in her gaze. "We might need to try again. You know, just to be thorough."
Hermione's mind was still reeling from the kiss, her lips tingling. "Luna..." she breathed.
"And perhaps," Luna continued, "we could try other things as well." Her hand slid down from Hermione's face, fingers ghosting over her throat, brushing against her collarbone with slowness.
"Would you like that, Hermione?" Luna asked softly, her fingers trailing lower.
Hermione's academic mind, always seeking clarity, buzzed even as Luna's teasing fingers began their delicate exploration. "Wait... you and Ginny in the prefect's bath... you like girls too?" Her voice was shaky.
"I like people," Luna replied simply, as if this were the most obvious truth in the world. "Their souls are what matter, not what's between their legs. Though what's between yours is quite lovely."
Hermione's breath caught, her cock twitching against Luna's gentle, playful fingers, which were tracing the outline of her length through her skirt with a maddening slowness. "But how did you and Ginny...?" she started, only for her words to dissolve into a gasp as Luna's fingers pressed just a little harder, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
"Oh, she found me swimming with the merpeople one night," Luna said with a dreamy smile, her eyes twinkling as she recalled the memory. "Said I looked beautiful in the moonlight." She glanced up at Hermione, her gaze as soft as her voice. "Then she joined me. The bubbles made such pretty patterns on her skin..."
Hermione's cock throbbed at the image Luna conjured, her imagination running wild with the thought of Ginny's lithe body glistening in the moonlight. She bit her lip, her body heating up at the idea of the two girls together.
"And you two...?" Hermione's voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
"Made the merpeople blush?" Luna finished with a soft laugh, her fingers moving with more intent now, tracing the line of Hermione's cock with agonizing precision. "Yes, quite thoroughly. Ginny's quite adventurous." Luna's hand slipped beneath Hermione's skirt, making her hips jerk involuntarily. "Rather like you're becoming..."
Hermione whimpered at the touch, her body responding to Luna's fingers as they grazed her sensitive length.
"Luna..." Hermione moaned softly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her cock twitching as Luna's fingers wrapped around it, firm and sure.
"I want to taste you again," Luna whispered, her voice, usually so light and airy, dropping into something huskier, more filled with need. "And then I want you inside me. I never had a cock inside me before, and I want it to be yours..." Her words sent a bolt of desire straight through Hermione, making her shudder with pure want.
Hermione moaned louder, her body trembling as Luna's hand moved on her cock. All the guilt, all the hesitation she'd felt earlier vanished in an instant, replaced by nothing but need.
"Will you let me, Hermione?" Luna's voice was a soft, seductive whisper against her ear, her breath warm as her fingers continued to stroke Hermione's throbbing cock. "Will you fill me up and make me see Wrackspurts?"
All she could think of now was how much she wanted Luna, how much she wanted to give in to the desire pulsing through her veins.
"Yes," Hermione gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "God, yes, Luna..."
