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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 12:18:18 +0000 UTCHermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 3 (Luna's Help!)
Hermione stumbled out into the courtyard, her chest heaving with the weight of all her tangled emotions. The cool October air did little to calm her; it merely brushed against her flushed skin. She couldn't keep walking the halls of Hogwarts like this—feeling like some alien presence had taken over, her mind constantly wandering in directions she couldn't understand, and her eyes... Merlin, her eyes. Every time she let her guard down, they seemed to seek out the curves of the girls around her—their lips, their breasts, the way their skirts swished as they walked.
She needed to be alone. She needed space to think, to breathe. Without another thought, Hermione made her way to the far corner of the courtyard, where the Beast Classroom lay silent and unused for the day. Hagrid didn't have any lessons scheduled, and she knew this part of the grounds would be deserted.
As soon as she was behind the classroom, shielded by its walls and the dense trees beyond, Hermione collapsed onto the ground, her back pressed against the rough stone. She drew her knees up to her chest, burying her face in her hands as the tears she'd been holding back finally spilled over. Her whole body trembled with frustration, confusion, and shame. She didn't know what to do anymore.
How could this have happened to me? she thought desperately, fingers digging into her hair. The changes weren't just physical now; they were taking over her mind, warping the way she saw the world. Boys, once a distant but occasional distraction, now held little to no appeal. Instead, her thoughts were consumed by... girls. Their bodies, the way they moved, the heat that stirred in her whenever she let her gaze linger too long on Ginny, or Lavender, or Luna.
Gods, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. I'm losing myself.
No matter how much she tried to fight it, the desires were growing stronger. She could barely sit next to her friends without feeling her stomach twist in knots. What if they found out? What if they could see the way she looked at them? The very thought made her nauseous.
Her breaths were shallow, shaky, as she hugged herself tighter. I'll never be normal again. This thing between my legs... the way I'm thinking, it's not me. I don't even recognize myself anymore. The hopelessness of it all washed over her in waves, suffocating and cold. She wanted to scream, to tear out the feelings that had lodged themselves deep in her chest, but all she could do was sit there, trembling, her tears falling silently onto her robe.
"Hermione."
The sound of her name being called startled her. She lifted her head, her heart lurching in her chest as her gaze snapped to the source of the voice.
It was Luna.
Luna Lovegood, with her dreamy smile and that same curious glint in her wide, silvery eyes, was walking toward her, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil that raged inside Hermione. The Ravenclaw's long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, catching the sunlight as she approached, her steps light and unhurried, as though she had all the time in the world.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Luna was wearing her uniform a little more casually than usual today—her tie hanging loose around her neck, the top buttons of her blouse undone, revealing just the barest hint of pale skin beneath. Her skirt, as always, was a bit too short, her legs long and slender as they moved with an effortless grace. Normally, Hermione would have found her presence irritating, or at least perplexing, but now...
Now, all she could think about was how beautiful Luna looked.
No... no, don't think that. Not about her.
But her eyes betrayed her again, lingering on Luna's bare legs, the sway of her hips, the soft curve of her breasts beneath her blouse. It was impossible to look away. Her pulse quickened, and she clenched her fists in her lap, trying to keep herself grounded.
Luna stopped a few feet in front of her, her usual serene smile playing on her lips. "I thought I might find you out here," she said softly, tilting her head as she studied Hermione. "You looked so sad when you left the hall. I didn't think it was because of the food."
Hermione wiped at her face hastily, trying to compose herself, but the heat that flushed through her made it hard to focus. "I—" she started, her voice catching in her throat. What do I even say? Luna had always been able to see through people in a way that was unsettling, and Hermione wasn't sure she could handle being that vulnerable right now.
"I'm just... tired," she managed to say, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.
Luna's smile softened, and she stepped closer, sitting down beside Hermione without hesitation. "I don't think it's just that," she said quietly. "You're worried about something, aren't you? Something bigger."
Hermione turned her face away, avoiding Luna's gaze. How could she possibly explain what was happening to her? How could she confess that her mind was betraying her, that she couldn't stop looking at her friends in ways she shouldn't?
"I'm fine," she insisted, knowing it was the biggest lie she has ever told in her life.
But Luna just smiled again, her eyes calm, like she already knew the truth. "It's alright, you don't have to tell me. But you don't seem fine, Hermione. You seem like something's really bothering you."
Hermione squeezed her hands together in her lap, her heart pounding in her chest. Luna was sitting so close now, her shoulder brushing gently against Hermione's. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, her gaze flicked to the bare skin of Luna's neck, her pulse visible beneath the soft skin. The way Luna looked at her with those wide, curious eyes made something twist inside her, something deep and aching.
"Luna..." Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper. She felt her body betraying her again, her pulse quickening, her breaths coming shallow as her mind filled with thoughts she didn't want—thoughts she couldn't control. She wanted to push Luna away, to tell her to leave before things got worse, but part of her didn't want her to go.
"I'm here if you want to talk," Luna said, her voice soft and kind. She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against Hermione's, and Hermione's body responded with a jolt of heat, her cheeks burning.
Hermione's throat tightened. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, caught between wanting to confess everything and the terrifying thought that Luna would never look at her the same way if she did. But even as her mind screamed at her to stop, to push Luna away, her eyes were drawn again to the way Luna's blouse dipped slightly, exposing the smooth line of her collarbone.
Stop, Hermione thought desperately, but her body refused to listen.
"Luna, I—"
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, . Her mind raced, caught between fear and a strange, unexplainable pull toward the girl sitting next to her. It wasn't just the way Luna looked—it was her presence, the way she always seemed so unruffled by the chaos of the world around her, as if nothing could touch her.
And maybe that was why, when Luna looked at her with those wide, silvery eyes, genuinely curious and without a hint of judgment, Hermione felt something in her break. It wasn't like with her other friends. She knew if she told anyone else, they'd panic, they'd try to solve the problem like she had been doing. But Luna... Luna was different.
"I... I don't know what's happening to me," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "I've changed. My body, my... mind. I woke up one morning and I wasn't... I wasn't me anymore." Her hands trembled in her lap, and she could feel her heart thudding in her chest as the words spilled out before she could stop them.
Luna tilted her head slightly, her expression curious but not surprised, as if she had expected something like this. She waited patiently, letting Hermione continue.
"I..." Hermione's breath hitched, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I grew... something. Something I shouldn't have. A..." She bit her lip, struggling to get the words out. "A cock," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, the word feeling foreign and wrong on her tongue. "I have a cock, Luna."
For a moment, there was silence, the weight of Hermione's confession hanging in the air between them. Hermione braced herself, expecting Luna to recoil, to laugh, to react with shock or disgust. But instead, Luna's expression remained calm, her wide eyes glimmering with a sort of fascinated intrigue.
"You have a cock?" Luna repeated softly, her voice devoid of judgment. She seemed to mull over the idea for a moment, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then, to Hermione's surprise, she leaned in slightly, her voice curious and eager. "Can I see it?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected this—hadn't expected Luna to be so... intrigued. The question lingered in the air, sending a rush of heat through Hermione's body. Her cock, already a constant presence beneath her knickers, pulsed with life at Luna's words, making her stomach tighten with a mixture of fear and... something else.
"W-What?" Hermione stammered, her face flushing a deep crimson. "You... want to see it?"
Luna smiled gently, tilting her head again in that way she did when she was thinking deeply about something. "Of course," she said softly, as if it were the most normal thing to ask. "I've never seen one before, and you seem so upset about it. Maybe if we look at it together, it won't seem so scary."
Hermione's throat tightened, her pulse quickening. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She couldn't believe this was happening. And yet... the idea of showing Luna, of sharing this strange part of herself, sent a thrill through her that she couldn't explain. Her body responded before her mind could stop it, her cock twitching beneath her knickers, the fabric suddenly feeling far too tight, too constricting.
She glanced around quickly, her heart racing. The courtyard was empty, the area behind the Beast Classroom secluded and quiet. No one was around. They were completely alone. She stood up on her feet, and Luna did the same, waiting for her.
What am I doing? she thought, but her hands were already moving, trembling as they reached for the hem of her skirt.
"I... I don't know if this is a good idea," Hermione whispered, but even as she said it, she found herself pulling the fabric of her skirt up, her fingers shaking as she fumbled with the waistband. Her breath was shallow, her body hot with anticipation, fear, and something she didn't want to name.
Luna didn't move, her gaze steady and calm, as if she was simply waiting, watching with quiet fascination. "It's alright," she said softly, her voice gentle. "You don't have to be scared."
Hermione swallowed hard, her fingers finally slipping under the waistband of her skirt and pulling it down, her knickers stretching awkwardly as the bulge beneath them strained against the fabric. Her cock, thick and aching, pressed hard against her underwear, and she felt a shudder of embarrassment and need wash over her as she hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her ears.
But Luna's gaze never wavered. She just sat there, watching patiently, her expression open and curious.
With a shaky breath, Hermione tugged her knickers down, freeing her cock at last. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, and the cool air against her sensitive skin made her gasp softly. She couldn't believe she was doing this—couldn't believe she was sitting here, half-undressed, her cock exposed to the world, to Luna of all people. But the thrill of it, sent a surge of heat through her that made her dizzy.
Luna's eyes widened slightly as she looked down at Hermione's cock, her lips parting in a soft, almost childlike wonder. She didn't look repulsed or shocked—she looked... fascinated. "Oh," she murmured, her voice soft, as if she were seeing something magical for the first time. "It's... beautiful."
Hermione's breath hitched, her body reacting to Luna's words in ways she couldn't control. Her cock twitched, throbbing harder as Luna leaned in slightly, her gaze still fixed on it, her expression filled with awe.
Hermione's mind raced with images—naughty, forbidden images of what she could do to Luna, of Luna's lips wrapped around her cock, of Luna's soft hands stroking her, of—
She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but the sight of Luna so close, so interested, made it impossible to stop.
Luna's eyes were wide, filled with that same innocent curiosity as she knelt down in front of Hermione, her fingers lightly brushing against Hermione's knees as she shifted closer. The courtyard was still, the only sound the distant rustling of leaves in the breeze, but all Hermione could focus on was the way Luna's silvery gaze lingered on her cock, now fully exposed and throbbing in the cool air.
Hermione's breath hitched as she felt her cock twitch, growing even harder under Luna's watchful eyes. The feeling was overwhelming—this mix of shame, confusion, and a strange, undeniable pleasure that coursed through her body. She wasn't supposed to be doing this, wasn't supposed to want this, but the ache in her cock and the pulsing heat in her belly told her otherwise. Her cock swelled to its full length, all nine inches of it standing thick and proud between her thighs, and Luna's lips parted in surprise.
"It's so big," Luna said softly, her voice full of quiet awe. She tilted her head, studying Hermione's cock from every angle, her fingers hovering just inches away. "And the girth... it's impressive." There was no hesitation in her tone, no awkwardness—just that same casual curiosity that Luna always carried with her.
Hermione felt her face flush deeply, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't speak, couldn't trust herself to say anything without letting out a sound that would give away just how much she was affected by this. Instead, she just nodded, her throat tight, her breaths shallow. She could barely think, her mind overwhelmed by the sight of Luna on her knees, so close, so focused.
Luna's eyes flicked up to meet Hermione's, and there was a spark of something playful in her gaze. "Is it hard because of me?" she asked, her voice soft, almost teasing.
Hermione swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She wanted to deny it, to say something that would brush off the question, but her body betrayed her. Her cock throbbed again, visibly twitching in response to Luna's question, and all she could do was nod, her pulse racing.
Luna's fingers, gentle and light, reached out and brushed the tip of Hermione's cock, and the contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. Hermione gasped softly, her hips twitching involuntarily at the touch. Luna's fingers explored slowly, curiously, tracing the length of Hermione's shaft, her fingertips running along the veins, grazing the sensitive skin. Every touch sent electric shivers of pleasure up Hermione's spine, and she bit her lip, trying desperately to stay quiet.
But the more Luna touched her, the harder it became to stay composed. Hermione's breaths grew heavier, her thighs trembling slightly as Luna's fingers wrapped around her cock, inspecting it with the same interest she might have shown in one of her magical creatures. The sensations were overwhelming, each stroke of Luna's hand making Hermione's cock throb harder, hotter, until—
A tiny moan slipped out. It was quiet, barely audible, but Hermione heard it clear as day, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep control, but Luna had noticed.
Luna looked up again, her gaze locking with Hermione's, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "That felt good, didn't it?" she asked, her voice full of that same calm certainty.
Hermione could only nod, her breath catching in her throat as Luna's fingers continued their exploration, more deliberate now. The gentle strokes, the way her hand moved over the slickness of Hermione's cock, sent waves of pleasure that built and built, until Hermione's whole body was tense with need.
Then, Luna did something Hermione never expected.
Without a word, without even a flicker of hesitation, Luna leaned forward and parted her lips, her warm breath ghosting over the swollen head of Hermione's cock. Hermione's eyes went wide, her heart slamming against her ribcage as she watched in stunned silence, her body frozen with anticipation.
And then, Luna's lips closed around the tip.
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