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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-10-28 20:04:54 +0000 UTCHermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 9 (Does every problem need a Solution?)
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Hermione stretched languidly in her bed, her morning wood tenting the sheets as memories of yesterday's shower with Ginny flooded her mind. A week ago, this would have horrified her. Now... now it brought a smile to her face, her hand instinctively drifting down to brush against the stiff length beneath the covers.
"What a difference seven days make," she mused aloud, running her fingers along her shaft through the fabric. The pressure sent a pleasant shiver through her, a feeling she had come to embrace rather than fear. Her body was hers, even if it was different now.
Her mind wandered back to that first morning—how she had shot out of the chair, heart racing, staring in disbelief at the foreign weight between her legs. The shock, the panic, the desperate rush to the library where she'd buried herself in medical texts, searching for any precedent of spontaneous magical transformations. But no matter how many books she devoured, she couldn't find anything.
No strange potions, no miscast spells, no cursed objects. Just a normal evening of studying, then sleeping... and waking up with nine inches of something decidedly new between her legs.
Hermione closed her eyes, letting her fingers glide over her cock as she remembered those first frantic days. How she had avoided everyone, scared someone might notice. How even she couldn't bring herself to look at it without feeling a flush of embarrassment and confusion. Luna had been the first to notice that something was wrong, and she had helped her, she and Ginny. But now, lying in bed with pleasure still tingling in her from Ginny's talented mouth, it felt different.
"Maybe it's not such a terrible thing after all," she whispered, wrapping her hand more firmly around her morning hardness, stroking herself with slow movements. The sensation shot through her like sparks, and she moaned softly, biting her lip.
Ginny's words echoed in her mind: "You got the best of both worlds." And wasn't that true? She still had her pussy, still felt like herself, but now... there was something more.
Her cock twitched as she remembered Luna's explorations in the library, her fingers around her cock. Then there was Ginny her mouth working wonders on her cock, drawing out moans Hermione hadn't known she was capable of.
The way Ginny and Luna had looked at her—not with disgust or pity, but with desire. And the pleasure... Merlin, the pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was more than just physical; it was freeing.
"Who says it needs fixing?" she murmured, her hand tightening around her shaft as her other drifted lower, grazing the sensitive skin just below her balls. Her fingers found her pussy, and the dual sensation made her gasp aloud. The contrast of softness and firmness, wetness and heat—it was amazing.
Ginny had teased about Christmas at the Burrow, the promise of more. Fleur's presence... and now, those possibilities seemed all too real. The idea of Fleur knowing, of Fleur touching her... Merlin, it made her cock throb just thinking about it.
Her free hand moved in time with her strokes, slipping between her folds, and she let out a quiet moan as she imagined what that Christmas could hold. Ginny's wicked smile, Fleur's knowing gaze.
Images flashed through her mind—Lavender's soft, amazing curves, the Patil twins' beauty, Susan Bones' impressive assets that she hadn't been able to stop staring at during the party. And even Narcissa Malfoy... that dream she had, the one where her cock throbbed as the older woman sucked her cock.
Why does this need to be a problem?
"I can always keep researching," Hermione decided, her breathing quickening as her hand worked faster. Her body tingled, the sensation building inside her, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. "But for now..."
For now, she would embrace this new part of herself. Explore these new sensations, these new desires. After all, wasn't personal growth what education was all about?
A shadow crossed Hermione's face as thoughts of her parents intruded on her pleasant musings. What would they think of their perfect daughter now? The star student, the rule-follower, the sensible one...
"Oh god," she groaned softly, imagining their reactions. Her mother's shocked gasp, her father's bewildered stare. How could she even begin to explain this?
Their little girl, who color-coded her study schedules and always asked permission, now sporting nine inches of pure desire between her legs. Their straight-A student now daydreaming about bending girls over desks instead of studying at them.
A soft snore interrupted her spiraling thoughts. Hermione's eyes darted to the nearby bed where Lavender Brown lay sleeping, her covers askew. Those full, pouty lips were slightly parted, sending Hermione's mind straight to the gutter.
"Merlin," Hermione whispered, her cock twitching as she remembered how those lips had felt brushing against her in the party. So soft, so plump...
Her imagination ran wild with possibilities. Those perfect lips wrapped around her shaft, taking her deep... Lavender's big brown eyes looking up at her as she sucked... Those magnificent breasts pressed against Hermione's thighs...
Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan. Maybe her parents didn't need to know everything about their daughter's... growth. Some things were better kept between friends.
Very, very close friends.
Hermione's eyes stayed locked on Lavender's sleeping form, her chest tightening as memories flooded back. She recalled how things used to be—the burning jealousy she'd felt watching Ron fawn over Lavender, his hands always "accidentally" brushing against those curves, the way Hermione's stomach would twist every time Lavender leaned into him, her flirtatious laugh filling the common room. Back then, she'd told herself it was Ron she was upset about, that it was his attention she wanted. But now, that seemed ridiculous.
Ron barely registered anymore—just a dear friend, someone she'd moved beyond. But Lavender? Hermione's cock twitched as she studied her roommate's generous assets, barely concealed by the thin nightgown that clung to her body. The soft rise and fall of Lavender's chest, the way her nipples pressed subtly against the fabric, her long legs tangled in the sheets...
Merlin.
Hermione exhaled shakily, her hand wrapping around her shaft. She knew she shouldn't—this was wrong, anyone could wake up and catch her—but the thought of being caught only heightened the thrill. She could almost taste the tension, the risk of it all making her heart pound.
Her fingers slid along her length, stroking slowly at first, but her arousal built quickly, her mind unable to shake the fantasy forming. She imagined those perfect lips parting for her, Lavender's big brown eyes gazing up at her, filled with desire as she sucked Hermione's cock deep into her mouth, her soft hands working in tandem with her lips.
Fuck.
Hermione's breath hitched, her free hand shooting up to cover her mouth as her moans grew louder. Her eyes flicked to Lavender's chest, imagining how those magnificent breasts would feel pressed around her cock, Lavender moaning as Hermione thrust between them. The image of Lavender's flushed face, the swell of her breasts enveloping her... it was too much.
The rational part of her mind was screaming at her to stop, to think about the consequences, but it was drowned out by the pounding need racing through her. What if someone woke up? Her cock was barely hidden beneath the sheets, her hand moving faster now, the sensation too intense to stop. But the thought of Ginny, or worse—someone else—catching her like this only added to the heat rushing through her veins.
Her hips jerked up involuntarily, thrusting into her fist, chasing the release she knew was coming. She imagined Lavender's voice, soft and seductive, whispering to her. "Come for me, Hermione... I want to taste you..."
Hermione's body tensed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she teetered on the edge. She should stop—she knew she should stop—but she couldn't.
Just a little more...
Hermione's hand moved faster as her imagination spiraled deeper into dangerous fantasies. Her breath came quicker as her mind played out one scenario after another. What if Lavender woke up right now? The thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement racing through her. What if those gorgeous eyes fluttered open and caught her in the act?
In her mind, Fantasy-Lavender's voice was husky with curiosity. "What are you hiding under there, Hermione?" she'd ask, her gaze traveling down to the obvious bulge beneath the sheets.
Hermione bit her lip harder, her hips bucking up involuntarily as her hand pumped her cock, the pressure building unbearably fast. The fantasy twisted and turned—would Lavender scream? Run to tell Parvati and the other girls that Hermione had a cock? The idea of it—made Hermione's cock throb harder in her hand, her pulse racing at the thrill of being exposed.
Oh god, Hermione whimpered quietly, her strokes becoming erratic as the fantasy took over. But in her mind, Lavender wasn't horrified. No, her reaction was far more... enticing.
Fantasy-Lavender's eyes would widen, not in disgust but in pure, burning desire. "My my, Hermione... you've been holding out on me. That looks like it needs some attention..." she'd purr, her voice sultry as her gaze fixed on Hermione's throbbing cock.
Hermione's breath caught as she imagined Lavender climbing into her bed, her soft, manicured fingers replacing Hermione's own. Lavender's breasts—those perfect, full curves barely concealed by her nightgown—would press against Hermione's thighs as she leaned down, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
Let me help you with that, Fantasy-Lavender would whisper, her breath hot against Hermione's skin. "I've always wondered what you were hiding under those conservative robes..."
The real Lavender shifted in her bed, mumbling softly in her sleep, and the sound sent an electric jolt straight through Hermione's body.
What if she just... showed her? Let the blanket slip away, let Lavender's sleepy eyes fall on her cock, let her see exactly what Hermione had been hiding. The thought was maddeningly arousing, the danger of it pushing Hermione closer to the edge.
In her mind, Lavender's lips would curl into a seductive smile as she whispered, "I can keep a secret, Hermione... if you let me play with it whenever I want..."
Hermione's free hand clamped tighter over her mouth, stifling the moan.
"Mmmmph!" Hermione stifled her cry as her orgasm hit her like a train. Her cock throbbed powerfully, each thick spurt of cum soaking into the blanket beneath her. She trembled with pleasure, her body shuddering as the warm, sticky sensation spread. The musky scent of sex filled her nostrils, making her heart race even faster, and she could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. It took everything in her not to moan louder.
She fumbled for her wand, her hands shaking slightly as she whispered, "Scourgify," barely managing to cast the spell before the evidence of her release vanished. The blanket was clean again, the sheets unblemished, but Hermione's body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Just in time, too—her roommates were starting to stir.
Lavender sat up first, her big breasts straining against her nightgown as she stretched, her morning yawn far too casual given the tension still coursing through Hermione's body. "Padma! Padma, wake up!" Lavender called out excitedly, her voice filled with energy. "The new professor starts today!"
Hermione swallowed hard, her still-hard cock giving an unwanted twitch at the sight of Lavender's morning routine. The way her chest bounced as she shifted on the bed made Hermione clench her fists around her blanket.
"Mmm, what?" Padma mumbled sleepily from her bed, still half-asleep.
"Professor Garlick! The new Herbology teacher!" Lavender bounced excitedly, her breasts jiggling as she moved, and Hermione bit her lip, trying not to stare.
Ginny, who had just sat up in her own bed, caught Hermione's eye from across the room. Her red hair was a mess, and her eyes were still bleary with sleep, but the smirk that curled her lips was unmistakable. She gave Hermione a knowing look—one that screamed, I know exactly what you were just doing. Hermione's face flushed furiously, her breath catching as she tried to compose herself, but it was no use.
"Why are you so obsessed with the new teacher, Lav?" Ginny asked innocently, though her eyes flicked back to Hermione, a mischievous gleam dancing in them.
"Because she's gorgeous!" she gushed, falling back on her bed dramatically. "Mirabel Garlick—even her name is sexy! I heard she used to model for Witch Weekly before getting her Herbology mastery."
Padma, who had seemed uninterested just moments before, perked up, finally rubbing her eyes and sitting up properly. "Really? Modeling? Tell me everything!"
Lavender leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of fresh gossip. "Well," she began, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "according to my sources, she's only twenty-five, single, and absolutely stunning. Long brown hair, green eyes, curves that just... won't quit."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her bed, feeling her cock stir again beneath the sheets. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to will it away, but Lavender's detailed description wasn't helping. The way she spoke about Professor Garlick, painting a vivid picture of the woman's beauty, was doing little to calm Hermione's already strained self-control.
"And get this," Lavender continued, dropping her voice even further as though sharing the juiciest piece of information yet. "I heard she caused quite a scandal at Beauxbatons when she was teaching there. Something about getting too... friendly with some seventh-years, if you know what I mean."
"Lavender!" Padma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She was scandalized, but the gleam in her eyes suggested she was just as intrigued.
Lavender shrugged, clearly reveling in the attention. "Just wait until you see her," she said with a wink. "Then you'll understand why I can't stop talking about her. Right, Hermione?"
Hermione, caught off guard by being suddenly addressed, jumped slightly. Her face flushed even deeper, and she fumbled for a response. "Oh! Um, yes, I'm sure she'll be... professional." The words came out awkwardly, and she mentally cringed at how stiff she sounded.
Ginny snorted, unable to hide her amusement. Her smirk widened as she shot Hermione a teasing look. Hermione glared at her, silently willing her to stop, but it only seemed to amuse Ginny further.
"Professional? Please," Lavender scoffed, rolling her eyes. "With those legs? In a greenhouse? I give it a week before half the school is failing Herbology from sheer distraction."
As Lavender launched into a more detailed account of what she had heard about Professor Garlick's alleged exploits, Hermione's mind began to wander again. She couldn't help but imagine what the new professor looked like, and the mental image Lavender had painted wasn't helping her attempts to stay focused.
"I bet she teaches in those tight dragon-hide pants," Lavender sighed dreamily, her eyes practically sparkling. "You know, the ones that show everything?"
Ginny snickered, unable to hold back her amusement. "The boys won't know what hit them. I can just see Seamus walking straight into the greenhouse walls."
"Oh, please," Lavender rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back with dramatic flair. "It won't just be the boys drooling. I've seen how Susan Bones looks at those Holyhead Harpies posters. She'll be just as distracted as the rest of them."
Hermione cleared her throat, desperately trying to steer the conversation to safer ground. "Well, I just hope she's as knowledgeable as Professor Sprout..."
"Oh Merlin, Hermione!" Padma laughed, shaking her head. "Professor Sprout's so ancient, she probably taught Herbology to Merlin himself! It's about time we had some fresh blood that isn't covered in dragon dung."
"Yeah," Ginny added with a wicked grin. "And this time when something needs pollinating, we won't have to worry about disturbing any cobwebs!"
The dormitory erupted in laughter, even Hermione unable to resist joining in, despite the growing tension swirling inside her.
"Speaking of fresh meat," Lavender grinned wickedly, "Did you see McLaggen trying to flex for the fourth years yesterday?"
Padma snorted. "Please, his head's so big it's a miracle his broom can get off the ground."
"Unlike other things that get off just fine," Ginny muttered, shooting Hermione a sly wink that made her squirm.
Romilda tossed her dark curls. "At least McLaggen has something to flex. Unlike certain Slytherin seekers..."
"Careful Romilda," Lavender teased. "Speaking of getting things off... is it true what I heard?"
Romilda's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you know..." Lavender's eyes glittered. "That you want to bone a certain green eyes boy?"
The color drained from Romilda's face as her eyes went wide. Hermione looked between them, completely lost.
"I don't know what you mean," Romilda said quickly - too quickly.
"Darling," Lavender purred, "With a body like yours. Though I hear the intended target wasn't exactly... impressed."
"Am I missing something?" Hermione asked.
"Oh honey," Lavender patted her hand. "You're lucky you spend so much time in the library. Some of us have to get creative with our... persuasion techniques."
"Though maybe not quite that creative," Padma added with a meaningful look at Romilda.
"I was just trying to-" Romilda started defensively.
"Get a taste of the Chosen One?" Ginny finished with a cold glare towards Romilda that made her flinch. "Trust me, there are better ways."
"Like what you're doing with Dean?" Romilda shot back.
"Please," Ginny stretched languidly, "Dean's old news. I've got my eye on... bigger things now."
Her gaze flickered to Hermione's lap, making her grab a pillow protectively.
"Speaking of bigger things," Lavender's eyes gleamed, "Back to Professor Garlick..."
"Lavender!" Hermione squeaked, desperate to change the subject from Harry and... other topics.
"What? I'm just saying, if anyone needs private Herbology tutorials..." Lavender waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"You'll have to get in line behind half the school," Padma finished.
As the girls dissolved into giggles and increasingly scandalous speculation about the new professor's teaching methods, Hermione tried to calm her racing heart - and other excited parts.
"I need to... check something in the library," she mumbled, gathering her things.
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Ginny called after her retreating form, sending fresh peals of laughter through the dormitory.
Hermione fled, her cheeks burning - though whether from embarrassment or arousal, she wasn't quite sure anymore.
Later that morning, after rushing through breakfast, Hermione found herself prowling the castle corridors, her mind spinning and her body still betraying her, a constant reminder of the earlier excitement. Her cock, still semi-hard from everything that had happened, twitched now and again as her thoughts wandered back to Lavender's enthusiastic description of Professor Garlick's assets. She couldn't help it—that much detail was hard to ignore.
She wandered through the usual spots, hoping to find Luna. She needed distraction, something that would take her mind off the unbearable tension building inside her. She checked the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower, then the library, specifically the creature section where Luna spent much of her time. Still, no sign of her dreamy, enigmatic friend.
Finally, Hermione checked one of Luna's more eccentric hideouts, an odd alcove she often frequented to "hunt for Nargles." Still, nothing.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice called from behind.
Hermione spun around, startled, only to find Ginny leaning casually against a nearby pillar, arms crossed over her chest, her lips curved into that infuriatingly knowing smirk—the same one that made Hermione's pulse quicken.
"I saw how you were watching Lavender this morning," Ginny purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Enjoying the view, were you?"
"I—I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, trying her best to look innocent, though the hardness between her legs betrayed her.
"Sure you don't,"
Pushing herself off the wall, Ginny sauntered closer. "Just like you weren't doing anything... interesting under those blankets this morning?"
"Ginny!" Hermione hissed, looking around frantically, hoping no one overheard.
"Relax," Ginny chuckled, her tone far too relaxed for Hermione's liking. "I cast a privacy charm. No one can hear us."
"Now," Ginny continued, stepping even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down Hermione's spine, "about Luna... I don't know where she went exactly. Said something about practicing her... oral studies."
Hermione's cock jerked at the implication, her eyes widening slightly as the meaning of Ginny's words sank in. Luna was waiting for her—and practicing?
"I should... go help her study then," Hermione mumbled, her voice tight with barely restrained arousal. Her body was already pushing her toward action, the thought of Luna waiting sending a surge of heat through her.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she smirked. "Mhmm," she hummed softly. "Just save some energy for later. I hear Professor Garlick's first lesson is right after lunch."
Hermione turned, ready to escape before Ginny could embarrass her any further, but as she hurried down the hall, Ginny's voice followed her.
"And remember, Hermione," Ginny called after her, her voice full of playful teasing, "some of us like watching you enjoy the view!"
