Chapter 5: Finding a Cure…of a sort pt 2
Hermione barely got herself straightened out and sat on her bed before the door to the Hospital Wing opened, and Daphne, Susan, a blonde girl wearing Ravenclaw robes she didn't recognize, Madam Pomfrey and her Head of House walked into the room. The concerned expressions on Daphne's and Susan's faces disappeared and were replaced by shock as the came to an abrupt halt upon seeing her.
"Hermione! You're…are you…?" Daphne said, her eyes wide as she looked her friend up and down. Pomfrey stepped past her and drew her wand and started to run it over Hermione.
"I'm…uh…I'm ok Daph." Hermione said, her cheeks coloring slightly as her expression became one of nervousness. Daphne and Susan exchanged a wide-eyed look, the as-yet unidentified Ravenclaw standing with them was eyeing Hermione with a calm, dreamy, but also knowing smile, which made Hermione blush a little more.
"Hm, odd, I'm not detecting any trace of fatigue in you Miss Granger, most of your hormones have also returned to normal levels, though you still seem a fair bit…uh…" Pomfrey paused, not sure what to say with such and audience.
"Horny?" Susan asked with a smirk, giving her friend a knowing look.
"That's not the professional term I would use Miss Bones." Pomfrey admonished. McGonagall stepped forward, eyeing her student carefully. She certainly looked better, she didn't look half dead, and was sitting up and talking properly. She looked at Harry, who was watching them as best he could, but he looked awful, he looked like he was about ready to pass out.
"Miss Granger, I feel it best that you explain what has happened here. In Pomfrey's office, if you would." She then turned and headed for the room in question. Hermione paused and gave Harry a worried look, he gave her a weak smile and a faint nod. 'Go ahead.'
Once they were all seated, Daphne spoke up first. "Ok, Hermione, Professor, we've…found something." She eyed Susan and Luna, wondering how Hermione was going to take the news of what they'd found, she had a pretty good idea it would not be taken well.
"You found a cure?!" Hermione said, excited, her face brightening with hope and joy.
"Of a sort…but first, introductions. Hermione Granger, this is Luna Lovegood, Third-Year Ravenclaw, she helped us go over the details of the curse we found." Susan said, gesturing to the dreamy looking blonde who was looking at her with large, slightly unfocused eyes, and if Hermione was honest with herself, it was a bit un-nerving.
"Hello." The girl said in a dreamy voice.
"Uh, hi." Hermione replied, a little awkwardly, not quite sure what to make of the girl.
"How are you ok Miss Granger? Last time I saw you, you were barely able to sit up, let alone stand, move around and talk so freely." McGonagall asked. Hermione blushed, not sure how she could tell her head of house what she'd done.
"She sucked his willy and swallowed his sperm." Luna said casually, as if she were describing something as common rain shower. Everyone stared at her in shock, Hermione's face changing several different colors, which was rather impressive, given that she was also doing a fairly good imitation of a fish out of water.
"Miss Lovegood!" McGonagall said, scandalized that such an accusation would be made about one of her best lions. "Uh…I…" Hermione said, not quite sure how to respond. She had no idea how this strange girl had figured that out, but the looks on her friends' faces seemed to indicate they'd also come to that conclusion.
"You say you've found something?" McGonagall asked, trying to change the subject, at least for the moment, just as Pomfrey came in from performing her check on Harry.
"Uh…yeah…I managed to swipe the book Draco got the curse from, and me, Susan and Luna read through it. We also got hold of the book the curse references, to see if there's any more information in that, though we haven't had a chance to look yet." Daphne said, as she reached into her bag and pulled out the black leather tome and set it on the table.
"'The Dark Arts of Sex Magic'? Where did Mr Malfoy get this?" McGonagall asked, eyeing the book wearily as Susan opened it to the marked page, then turned it so Hermione, Pomfrey and McGonagall could read it.
"From the Slytherin Library, not the Malfoy Grimoire." Daphne replied, watching Hermione's face carefully as she read the text, her mouth moving as she read the text, before she stopped, and her eyes went wide.
"Wait a minute! This can't be right! It…" she said, emotions waring for position on her rapidly paling face. "'At least once every 12 hours'?! there's no way I can…" she stopped, her face going white.
McGonagall was scowling, her face a mask of fury as she read over the effects of the curse, and what the requirements were for alleviating it.
"Wait! It says here there's a counter curse!" Hermione said, her voice full of desperation, the look of hope on her face quickly changing to one of horror. "WHAT?! A Sterilization curse?! That CAN'T be the only way to stop this!" she said, her voice rising with panic, as she started to breathe more rapidly, and tears started to pool in her wide eyes.
McGonagall was seething as she formed her mouth into a tight line as she read over the curse, and noticed Hermione's increasingly erratic response. Obviously, they couldn't use that counter curse. Doing so now would amount to Line Assassination, which, she suspected, was what Draco Malfoy had been hoping for. The little bastard. This…This was something she could take to Amelia. Conspiracy to commit Line Theft or Line Assassination would be enough to see Draco expelled, if not serving, at the bare minimum, 2 years in Azkaban. Attempted Line Assassination could earn up to at least 5 years, 10 to 15 at most.
She looked again at Hermione, and mentally sighed as she realized that Luna was correct with her assessment, regardless of how blunt it had been. Her gaze then moved back into the Hospital Wing proper and she looked at Harry, and her eyes narrowed at what he would have to do…what they were both going to have to do…several times a day…to avoid ending up back here. And from the look of him, it was clear to her that he had not done that yet. She wasn't sure how Hermione had figured it out, or even if she had before she started reading the book.
Another realization occurred to Minerva McGonagall, and she wanted to growl. She would have to arrange alternate accommodation for them both within Gryffindor Tower. She wasn't even sure if either of them were dating anyone, and she certainly doubted they were dating each other, but because of this damned curse…they would now be forced into living close-quarters, and forced to do things together that, under normal circumstances, she would have to discourage, especially considering they were both still underage, both legally and in terms of the age of consent, which she knew was 16 in the muggle world, though in the magical world, it was 15, so only Harry was a potential issue there, at least until the following summer. She would have to have a talk with both of them.
Her gaze returned to Hermione, and she noticed the girl had put her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands.
"'You'd better get used to giving head Granger, because that's what you'll be doing for the rest of your life.' He knew." Hermione moaned. Everyone looked at her.
"What? What do you mean?" Susan asked, reach out a hand to place it on her friend's arm.
"Draco. That's what he said, well, yelled, just before he fired the curse at me. He was aiming at me specifically. He knew what this curse would do to me…what it would…force me to do…to survive…" her words became a choked sob as she finally looked up at them, her eyes red as tears started to fall down her cheeks, though they could also see the arousal burning in them. Her next words were said as she barely managed to hold back from crying.
"I…I…I don't know if…if I can do this…!"
Susan and Daphne were on either side of her as she began to curl into herself and both of them enveloped their friend in a tight hug as several whimpers escaped her.
"We'll make that limp-dicked bastard pay for this Hermione. I don't care what influence his father has over the Board, or the Ministry. He'll pay." Daphne growled as she hugged her crying friend, her gaze going out the window to the bed where Harry still lay, and she realized that it wasn't just Hermione who would be forced to do this, and the full weight of what she and Susan had discussed in the library with Luna finally started to sink in, and she thought hard.
'Could I do that? Could I really offer to help them with…that? I don't even know Harry that well, could I honestly…let him, let them both…lick me? Merlin! How would I be able to face them in class?!'
"We'll figure something out Hermione." Susan said, rubbing her friend's back.
"What the hell are we supposed to do?! I mean, what do we tell our housemates when they start to notice something? Because they will! You guys KNOW nothing stays secret in this castle! As soon as the rumors start flying, people will start talking. I can already picture what they'll be saying about us. How the hell are we supposed to…uh…manage this?! Are we supposed to keep a schedule or something?!" Hermione said in a rant, her emotions swinging from anger to fear and frustration.
"Do not worry Miss Granger, I'll arrange alternate accommodation for the two of you, which should allow you both the…ahem, 'privacy' you will need for managing this…condition…the two of you have." McGonagall said, not feeling particularly comfortable. "As for your housemates, I will talk with them, and impress upon them that they are not to spread any malicious rumors, or there will be consequences."
"What will we do if one of us is…uh…unavailable or…um…unable…" Hermione paused as she started to blush while wiping her eyes, then drew in a breath and continued. "…to…help the other?"
"What do you mean?" Susan asked. Hermione gave her a look.
"Well, there are factors to consider, low arousal for one, simple tiredness, any number of emotional or mental distractions, my 'time of the month', hell, even time itself is a factor! What if we can't find the time during the day, after meals? I highly doubt we'd have time between lessons, unless we've got free periods."
Daphne snorted, "Well, I don't think you'll have an issue with 'low arousal', Hermione. Harry is a teenaged boy, boys our age pretty much have sex on the brain. As for your 'time of the month' well, the curse's description does say that you can get what you need from…well…anyone, not just someone else who was cursed. The fact that both of you were cursed just means you both have a convenient means of dealing with it. So if the time isn't 'right' for you, then he could ask someone else to uh…help him." Hermione snorted.
"Yeah, right. Could you imagine the gossip once witches realize Harry is diving under their skirts? To say nothing of what will be spread about ME once word gets around; That I'm dragging random boys into broom closets to suck them off several times a day! How could I look any of the boys in our house in the face again after doing something like that?! This is EXACTLY what Malfoy WANTED! For me to become a cock-sucking SLUT! And you're assuming Harry would even be willing to dive under a random Witch's skirt. Not to mention, how many girls here would seriously be willing to drop their knickers so he can go muff diving?" Hermione asked, either forgetting or not caring that her Head of House was right next to her.
"I would." Luna said casually, adjusting her wand behind her ear. The other five witches stared at her.
"What?!" Hermione said, eyes wide. Luna nodded.
"If you're not available to give Harry what he needs when he needs it, due to conflicting schedules or other potential obstacles, then I will happily let Harry lick my vagina until he gets what he needs. Though you really should let him feed from your vagina first Hermione."
The others stared at her. Hermione's face flushed red at Luna's words, even McGonagall was blushing a little, not used to such open discussions of sex with teenagers.
"And as for him not being 'willing' to, well, he doesn't really have a choice in the matter." Susan said, trying to ignore Luna's offer to 'help' Harry, remembering her misinterpretation of Daphne's statement. "If neither of you feed from each other or anyone else, then you'll soon find yourselves back here. And I don't think you want that. Besides, Luna is right, the only way you could be up and about as you are, is if you've already…fed from him, and he's going to have to feed from you, or one of us, before he can get off that bed and walk out of here, because he won't be leaving under his own power any other way."
Hermione sighed, blushing as she buried her face in her hands again. "Oh god! I really have to, don't I." she mumbled, sounding defeated. "And I doubt he'll be strong enough to get into any sort of position, so I'm probably going to have to, literally…sit on his face!"
Daphne nodded sympathetically, gently petting her friend's hand.
"And how am I going to explain this all to him before I do it? I can't just walk in there and mount him! And that's assuming he'll even be conscious enough to understand what I'm telling him! Or even…do what he needs to do!" Hermione huffed, desperately trying to clamp down on her arousal, which was still raging, and had only seemed to have gotten worse with the topic of discussion. Then another thought occurred to her.
"And on the subject of him being 'willing', you're wrong Daph, Harry is NOT like most boys our age. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have sex on the brain 24/7."
"Why?" Luna asked. Hermione looked at her, her gaze suddenly hardening, and for a moment, Luna thought the girl was angry at her. But she wasn't.
"His…Relatives…And I use that term very loosely. I would be highly surprised, downright shocked in fact, if they taught him anything about sex. Hell, if they told him anything, they probably told him that sex outside of marriage is wrong, and that any form of sex that is not solely for the man's benefit or for the act of getting a child is 'abnormal', and if what Harry has told me about them is any indication, they probably haven't even given him 'the talk' yet, if they ever would. That's if they haven't literally beaten any and all concepts of sex and sexuality out of him already. Though to be perfectly honest, from what I've been told of him, Harry's uncle isn't the most attractive of men, I'd be surprised if his aunt has touched her husband since their son was born."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked, eyes widening, a sinking feeling forming in her stomach. Hermione turned her glare on McGonagall.
"You should know Professor, you write the acceptance letters, don't you?"
"I only sign them Miss Granger. If you remember, I had-delivered yours." Hermione nodded. "I remember. Tell me, do you also write the addresses on them? Or check them before they're sent out?" McGonagall shook her head.
"They're addressed by the Headmaster and a complex tracking and location charm. Why?"
"Do you know how many he got?" Hermione replied, her eyes narrowing to slits at her Professor's response, and what it implied. 'He knew.' She realized, steeling herself, she got ready to drop a bombshell.
"A few…I know Albus said there were trouble with the first few."
"One-Hundred and Eighty-One. In total. Including the one Hagrid hand-delivered to him on his 11th birthday." Hermione said, her anger starting to rise.
"WHAT?!" everyone cried.
"How…why so many?!" Susan asked, aghast. Hermione looked at her.
"The first forty or so were intercepted and destroyed before he could read them. When his family tried fleeing to a hotel, they arrived in time to find 100 letters waiting for him at the reception desk. But that's not the reason I asked you if you personally address them Professor. The reason I asked that specifically, is because of what was written on the first envelope!" they could clearly tell she was getting angry now, the blush of embarrassment on her face was rapidly being replaced by a flush of rage.
"'Harry James Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, No 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging.'" Hermione air quoted.
Silence.
"WHAT?" Susan practically shrieked.
"How…WHY?" Luna asked, her large eyes completely round, a look of incomprehension on her face as she tried to fathom what Hermione was saying.
Susan and Daphne exchanged horrified looks, their eyes wide, both unable to grasp the notion of someone treating a child, especially a relative, so cruelly.
"Simply put. His relatives HATE magic in all it's forms. They consider magic 'un-natural' or 'freakish'. I'm not sure of all the details, but I know they treated him very badly, and for the first 9 years he spent there, since November the first '81 until the day he got his first letter, he lived in a god damn cupboard!"
"I warned him…I WARNED him…I WARNED HIM!" McGonagall's snarling outburst startled all of them and they turned to look at her. Her face was red with fury, she looked as if she would start hissing and spitting like a cat at any moment, but what surprised them were the tears in her eyes.
"Minnie?" Poppy asked, momentarily forgetting decorum.
McGonagall sighed and closed her eyes, pulling in her snarling maternal instincts.
"I spent the whole of the First of November watching that house…that…family." She spat the last word as if it was something vile. "I TOLD Albus they were the WORST sort of people, COMPLETELY unsuitable to care for Harry, but Dumbledore insisted. He insisted that Harry had to stay there, as he had no other living family."
"He had Sirius!" Hermione growled, drawing gasps from the other three girls and Pomfrey.
"But…wasn't Sirius Black the one who…" Susan started.
"NO!" Hermione snapped, looking at Susan fiercely, causing the girl to flinch. "THAT was Pettigrew! Though we didn't find that out until the end of last year. Sirius is Harry's Godfather. He would never have handed the Potters over to Voldemort." She snapped, ignoring the flinches from the others.
"He wasn't even given a trial! He was just thrown in Azkaban on purely circumstantial evidence, but that's not the point here. The point is, Harry had to have had other magical family, even if they weren't related to him. I'm sure there were many families who would have taken him in."
"You are right Miss Granger, there were, such as the Longbottoms, but they were attacked shortly after the Potters. I will not say more on that, as it is not my place. I argued this very point with Albus that night, he assured me his muggle relatives were the best, and only option. And regarding Sirius Black, he was already in custody by then. But I WILL be bringing this up with Professor Dumbledore later today."
"Getting back on topic…no, I'm not sure how Harry will react to all this…but I have a feeling he's going to try and fight it, and probably try to avoid uh…'feeding' as much as he can…get away with, in fact, I'm actually afraid he might deliberately refuse to do it. It's all part of his psyche, his 'upbringing' if it can even be called that."
The girls exchanged looks.
"Want us to help you?" Susan asked. Hermione shook her head.
"No, no, I can do it." Then she paused and reread a portion of the text. "What's this other book mentioned here? 'The Magic of Making Love'?"
"Another book on Sex Magic?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow as Susan pulled a red leather book from her bag and set it on the table.
"According to the first book, this one focuses on the positive aspects of Sex Magic, of which there are apparently many." She said, as they all crowded round.
Pomfrey snorted, "That is debatable Miss Greengrass."
As Hermione opened the book and looked at the first animated drawing, she had to do a doubletake. "Is that her foot by her ear or his?" no-one was able to tell either way, so they kept leafing through the book.
"Huh…this looks interesting…"The hidden benefits of being a Parselmouth: Cunnilingus and You!" Harry's a Parselmouth right?" Susan asked. Hermione nodded as she looked through the chapter and how it described the use of Parseltongue to orally stimulate a Witch to a powerful orgasm, and in the process, perform a temporary power boosting ritual on themselves. Daphne waggled her eyebrows at Hermione, giving her a knowing look.
"Bet you can't wait to tell Harry about that little trick…Just imagine if you were a Parselmouth Hermione, you'd be able to make him cross-eyed." Hermione's face flushed red as she bit her bottom lip, as she tried, desperately, not to imagine what that would feel like, knowing Harry would want to try it as soon as he learned of it.
"I would not mind if he tried it." Luna said. McGonagall cleared her throat, causing all of them to flush with embarrassment. "Focus please ladies."
"Shouldn't Hermione be…uh…taking care of Harry?" Susan asked.
Hermione shook her head "I want as much information first before I do."
"So you're definitely gonna do it then?" Daphne asked. Hermione huffed.
"I don't really have a choice! He has to lick someone if he's ever going to get off that bed, so it might as well be me. Although this is NOT how I envisioned my first sexual experience going…" She tried to focus as they continued to leaf through the book. Eventually, they found something.
"Here it is! 'The Gift of Aphrodite' hmm, 'The instructions on how to perform this spell are no longer listed in this book, following the discovery of the fatal side-effects the spell has. However, information on it's history and possible methods of treatment are listed here.' Well, that's encouraging." Luna said.
"Treatments are good." Hermione agreed, as she leaned over to read the text. "Hm…'While it is not possible to completely reverse the curse without causing permanent physical or psychological damage…' oh bugger…'…it may be possible that, over time, the affected Wizard's and Witch's bodies and magic might adapt, reducing the number of necessary feedings from daily, to several times a week. However, this may not always be the case.' Well…that's…less encouraging."
"What about using potions to bypass the effects?" Susan asked.
Pomfrey sighed "There's no telling which potions would be effective. And taking too many stamina potions can be detrimental. As their effects are accumulative, and with excessive exposure, a person could quickly become dependent on them, and become addicted. Same with lust potions. And the last thing you want is to be a potion addict. Since the withdrawal symptoms are not pleasant." She paused, collecting her thoughts, then continued. "It would also not solve the nutrition problem. Yes, I could try mixing the various nutrients, vitamins and various other extracts into water, but that takes time, and there's no guarantee that the curse's magic would not interfere."
"What is Bonding?" Hermione asked, looking up. The others were silent as the three girls looked at each other, and Minerva and Poppy exchanged a look. "The first book and this one both mention it, and it says here that…'This spell, if cast on an unbonded couple, has a strong possibility of greatly accelerating the process…' I've never heard of this."
"Seriously? You've never heard of Bonding? Surely one of your dorm-mates has mentioned it by now." Susan asked, before looking at Professor McGonagall and Pomfrey, the latter of whom sighed again and rubbed at her eyes, she looked like she was starting to get a headache.
"Muggle-borns and Muggle-raised are typically not told of the Bonding until their fifth year, or until they turn 15, which ever happens first." Pomfrey said. She then looked at Hermione "I'm sorry Miss Granger, I should have told you when you first returned to Hogwarts, but it slipped my mind." She watched as Hermione marked the page with the curse written on it, before she started flicking through the book again.
"Children raised in pure-blood families on the other hand, are usually told sooner, though they are strongly encouraged not to start the process with anyone until they turn 15 OR unless they are absolutely sure they've found someone they want to bond with." Daphne said, Susan, Luna and the women nodded in unison.
"That is true, Daddy told me a few years ago, just before I started Hogwarts, although he was careful to use age appropriate terms." Luna said.
"Hm, shouldn't it be best if Harry is awake for a discussion on Bonding? Seems to me that this is also the sort of thing he needs to know. Plus it would save you from having to go through it twice." Susan said.
Hermione rubbed her eyes and sighed, her face reddening. "You're right…I need to get this over with, can't keep stalling." She then stood, placed her palms on the table and took a deep breath, muttering to herself.
"You can do this Granger…it's for Harry…he's your best friend…you'll do anything for him…anything…Gryffindor Courage…Gryffindor Courage…Gryffindor Courage…" she then turned and looked at Pomfrey. "Um…Madam Pomfrey, could I…uh, talk to you in private for a moment?" she said, her face so red now the girls were starting to feel concerned.
Pomfrey nodded and stood, following her out of the office. McGonagall also stood, picking up the black book as she did so. "I will be holding on to this for now, and I will keep looking through it to see if I can find anything. Although I should probably take the other one, I believe Miss Granger will want to study it more. You three are free to remain here if you wish, unless there are other things you need to be doing, in which case I'm sure Hermione and Harry will find you once they're both…back on their feet. DO NOT discuss what has happened here with anyone unless or until Hermione and Harry say it is ok for you to do so." She said firmly, giving each girl a look. They all nodded. "Very well. Poppy?" she said, stepping out of the office, noticing her friend once again tending to Harry as she heard the shower start to run in the bathroom. Poppy looked over at Minerva.
"I'm going to sort out alternate accommodations for Mister Potter and Miss Granger, then have a 'chat' with Albus. Let me know when they're both back on their feet." And with that she turned and headed out of the room, wondering how much she should tell Albus, and a thought occurred to her 'What about the summer months? There is no WAY Harry would survive at the Dursleys.' She stopped as that thought occurred to her, she needed to come up with a plan.
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Nervous was not something Hermione would call herself in the situation she now found herself in. Oh no, she wasn't nervous, she was terrified. And embarrassed in the worst possible way. While she wasn't going to be losing her virginity today, at least that wasn't the plan, she was still struggling with the notion of doing something so sexual with someone she wasn't in a relationship with. While Harry was her best friend, and she did love him, and was willing to do anything for him, she wasn't actually in love with him, she didn't love him romantically.
But…could she?
She knew that basing a relationship solely on sex was a terrible idea, and would be doomed to failure, but as she'd just admitted, she did love him, as a friend, and she trusted him with her life, and she knew he trusted her with his, they'd have to, after the last three years, and true relationships were built on mutual trust and respect, and they were about to become lovers, in a sense, even if they did not have actual intercourse for a long while, she was sure their friendship would grow, given time.
'Well, we're certainly going to get a lot of that…' she thought.
She stepped out of the bathroom, after some last-minute quick preparations, namely a very quick shower, followed by the very quick breakfast that Pomfrey had brought up earlier, but she hadn't spotted until she'd left the office.
As she approached Harry's bed, she noticed the privacy curtains had been drawn around it, and Pomfrey stepped out of the curtain, and gave her a once over.
"Normally, I do not approve of such activity within my Hospital, however…it seems neither of us has a choice in the matter. I've given him his breakfast, cleaned him up as best I could, as well as a Pepper-up potion, so he'll be a bit more…lucid. I did not tell him that we've found a…solution…I thought it best if I left that to you to explain."
Hermione nodded gratefully, her stomach suddenly turning in knots as the enormity of what she was about to do, and what it meant, finally hit home fully.
"Hermione…We'll find another way to help you two…get through this. I promise. I just wish this was not necessary." Poppy said, gently taking the girl's arm in-hand, her eyes softening. "Did you have any trouble with…" she trailed off, noting Hermione's face blushing again as she shook her head.
"Uh…no…I…I took care of it, thanks. I'll have to remember that charm, and maybe teach it to Harry." She gave an awkward smile.
"Ok, I'll be in my office with the others if you need me." Pomfrey said as she left Hermione to her plan.
Hermione steeled herself one last time, grabbed as much Gryffindor Courage as she could, then took the final step and opened the curtain and stepped inside.
Harry was laying on his bed, his eyes open, though he looked just as he did when he'd been asleep earlier when she'd…well. He turned to look at her, his eyes widening as she reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder, then she leaned over to give him a better look at her.
"Her…Hermione?" Harry asked, his tired eyes widening slightly as he tried to take her in. "You're…ok…How?"
"Yes, I'm ok now. Listen Harry, Daphne, Susan and a Ravenclaw called Luna found the book Draco used for the curse. It's called 'The Gift of Aphrodite', with me so far?" he nodded. She licked her lips and continued. "Well, apparently, the magic of the curse keeps us from absorbing nutrients from any food and drinks we eat or drink, except maybe water, which is why we've been having water the past couple of days." He nodded slowly.
"O-Okay…" he said, not sure what to make of that.
"It also forces us to feel increasing fatigue no matter how much sleep we get, along with…uh…increasing amounts of other 'urges', and if we don't mitigate the effects at least once every 12 hours, we'll start to feel like we have these past few days. Though the more we…er…mitigate it, the better off we'll be. Though there is a possibility that our bodies and magic may adapt, and cut down the amount of…er…feedings, we have to do, though that's not a certainty." Harry blinked at her, trying to process everything.
"Cure…?" he groaned out. Hermione sucked in a breath.
"There IS a cure…of a sort. But unfortunately, it's not really viable. This is sort of a 'The Cure is worse than the disease.' kind of scenario."
"Don't…care…I'll…manage…"
"Harry! The 'cure' is a Sterilization curse! Using it on you now would be considered in any magical court as Line Assassination! Even if Pomfrey did it to save your life, someone could turn around and accuse her, and if convicted, she'd face life in Azkaban! It would also leave you permanently impotent, with no way to reverse or counter it, so it would leave you unable have children, hence the 'Line Assassination' bit. It also shuts down your libido and leaves you mentally and emotionally incapable of feeling anything even remotely sexual. And at our age, that would be horrible." Hermione said, suddenly horrified at the idea of Harry willingly subjecting himself to that.
Harry shrugged as much as he could. "Well…better than starving to death."
"Well, what we have now could basically be described as a magical medical condition, so we have to use a regime of uh…treatments to manage it. That's how I managed to get better. I sort of…uh…already started."
"How…?" Harry asked, feeling there was a 'but' coming.
"It's…The curse basically holds the nutrients from our food and drink 'hostage', until we…swallow the sexual fluids of someone. Basically semen or vaginal fluids…" Hermione said, her face going red. Harry stared at her, not quite comprehending, then what she'd said sank in, and his eyes widened slightly as he looked her over.
"You…?" he asked, his expression unreadable. Hermione bit her lip and nodded, blushing.
"Yes…I've already started…I…earlier after I woke up…" Hermione didn't finish, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. 'Gyffindor Courage Granger! Look him in the eye and admit you sucked him off!' her inner voice snapped.
Harry's eyes widened a little more as what she said registered, then he looked down the length of his body to his hips, which were starting to tent again. Damn teenage refractory period!
"So…how many times…" he said, looking up at her, she met his eyes, and he saw the determination and resolve in them. He also saw something else. Desire. Longing. Lust. She was horny, he could tell just by the look in her eyes, the way they dilated as she looked at him.
"Once every 12 hours at the very least, but the more the better so…I guess we could try to work out a schedule or something…" she said, finally meeting his gaze, and channeling all of her resolve, silently begging him with her eyes to agree, since this was the only way that could be worked at.
"So…I have to…" He said, Hermione nodded.
"Yes. You have to drink the fluids produced from a witch's vagina during sexual arousal and climax. And I have to drink a wizard's sperm. And well…since I've already done that…it's only fair that you get to drink from me." She said, she felt her arousal spike again, she'd lost count of how many times that had happened today. Before he could respond, she reached down and gripped her nightie, and pulled it up.
Harry blinked, his eyes going wide in wonder and surprise as his best female friend stripped naked next to his bed. He let his eyes roam over her front, taking in the view of her smooth pale legs, her flat stomach, her small B-cup breasts as they came into view, flushed dark pink, each capped by a brown areola and nipple. As she dropped the garment and stood there, he let his eyes roam up to her face, which was also flushed with color. His gaze moved back down to her crotch, and he blinked in surprise.
"Completely…shaved?" he asked, she bit her lip and nodded.
"I did it for two reasons. One, it's more hygienic, and two, I didn't think you'd want a mouth full of hair." She said, as she reached down and started to pull the blanket down his body, towards his waist. Harry took a moment to properly get a look at her slit; completely smooth, just like the mound above it, her lips were slightly parted with arousal, letting him see some of what they hid. He could also see them glistening wetly with moisture, swollen and darkened with arousal. He felt a surge of his own shoot through him at the sight of it, and his hardon returned full force. When he breathed in next, he caught something that made him stop for a second as he realized. He could even smell her, and she smelt…good, and he felt his mouth start to water. He couldn't really see much of her inner lips, but he was at least thankful that he knew she had them, as he'd been forced to listen to his dorm-mates bragging about the girls they had been with, while they ignored him, of course.
He could also see a small nub of flesh, dark pink and swollen, at the very top of the slit, he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he figured she'd tell him. Not for the first time, he found himself cursing the Dursleys for neglecting his education, though he did remember some of the things they'd told him, like what they were doing now was wrong on every level. But honestly? He didn't give a rat's, especially Wormtail's, arse about what his 'dear aunt and uncle' would think. Hell, he was sure he'd never get this help at Privet Drive. He didn't know how bad it could have gotten, but he figured it was bad.
Hermione straightened up, then smiled down at him shyly, and then slowly turned 'round, letting him see her back. Harry found himself smiling as he got his first close-up look at Hermione's firm, tight ass.
'Jesus Christ…she's Gorgeous!' he thought, he wasn't sure where that expletive had come from, but he'd heard it said around the Privet Drive neighborhood.
"Wow…" he said. Hermione felt a shiver run through her at the sheer awe in his voice, and as she turned back around, she could see the naked wonder, admiration and desire burning in his tired green eyes. She smiled down at him.
"Why thank you very much Harry. It's nice to know you find me attractive." She said.
"How could I not?" he said, "Hermione, you're beautiful, gorgeous even."
"Thank you." She said shyly. "May I…?" she asked, gesturing at the bed.
"Uh, sure, just let me…" he began, trying to shuffle over, but she put a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't need to move Harry, I'll take care of all the moving, you just need to lick."
He nodded faintly, then she brought up her left leg and put it on the bed, next to his shoulder, then, leaning on the headboard for balance, she lifted her other leg and swung herself over him, until she was bent over him in a crouch, her feet on either side of his shoulders, then with a little repositioning, she was on her knees, legs spread wide. She looked down her front at him, into his wide, lust filled, and hungry eyes. She felt her face flush even more and a shiver of arousal ran through her again. "Let me know if…it's too much, and I'll pull back. See my clit there? Don't go for it right away, focus on the area around it first…but when I start to get close, either suck on it gently or use your tongue in my vagina, ok, here goes…" and with that, she lowered herself down until she felt his warm breath wash over her wet lips and she shuddered, before she lowered herself that final inch until she felt him kiss her lips, then shuddered as she felt his tongue brush experimentally against her wet slit and she gasped.
"Oh! Oooohh! That's nice…"
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. He'd woken up to find Hermione on her feet and perfectly fine, as if nothing had ever happened, well, first, she'd been kneeling on his bed over his legs, he'd thought that she'd been completely naked, and that he was almost naked and that his dick was wet, but his half asleep mind hadn't been able to connect the dots, then Pomfrey had come in and given him some breakfast, and a quick sponge bath, which if he was honest, had been a little humiliating, since he didn't have the strength to get out of bed.
Then Hermione had come back after a while, told him they'd found a solution, that he'd have to lick her pussy, and she'd already sucked him off, then stripped naked and climbed on his bed, over his face, and was now perched there, his mouth pressed against said smooth lips. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but that didn't matter, with her perched naked on his face, he could see all of her that he needed to just fine. And he was doubly sure about his earlier opinion. She looked gorgeous. She smelled wonderful. And she tasted sweet.
'Wait…huh?' he thought, as he slowly dragged his tongue over her smooth lips, feeling them spread around his tongue, along with her inner lips, and he felt her juices coat his tongue, and the taste registered in his brain. 'Huh? Why does her fanny taste like Treacle Tart? I'm pretty sure that's not how it's supposed to taste…mmm…it's good though, and she smells nice too.' He took a few deep breaths through his nose, her feminine scent filling his sinuses and lungs, and he tried to place it; musky, heady, slightly earthy, but sweet with a unique fragrance to it that just seemed to read as Hermione Granger in his head. Oddly enough, it reminded him of parchment, leather and old wood.
If he were honest with himself, he would be happy smelling that unique scent all day. He moaned and hummed, the vibrations traveling up into her body making her shudder and gasp. He smiled to himself and sucked her lips into his mouth and he started to lick them again, collecting more of her juices on his tongue.
"Ugh!...Oh…Harry! Oh yesss! That's it…you're doing—oh!" Hermione gasped as she arched her back as she braced herself against the wall, her eyes rolling back and closing as she moaned in pleasure, feeling his tongue brush through her lips up to her clit, and following her instructions, he started to lick around it. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder, spying the erection standing proud from his crotch, she grinned then looked down at him just in time to hear him swallow, and she saw his eyes widen, and she knew his strength had started to return.
"Looks like you've…got a bit of a problem Harry…want me to…take care of it for you?" she felt his lips turn into a smile and felt him nod slightly. "Ok…hang on." She then raised herself up, then slowly stood, before turning round, then lowered herself back down into a crouching position, this time facing his feet. She then settled back down on her knees and leaned forwards, until she was on all fours, taking a moment to examine him, then quickly sat up and reached for her wand, which she'd placed on his side table next to his, then she leaned over again, pointed her wand at his crotch and gave it a gentle swish as she muttered the same Depilatory charm she'd used on herself, she then gave another flick of her wand and smiled at her handiwork, then leaned down to kiss the now smooth flesh round the base of his shaft as she felt a pair of hands gently take hold of her butt and pull her hips back until Harry's mouth met her slit again. Looking back over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of his arms next to her hips, and she grinned, pushing back against his face, then she returned her attention to the now smooth male crotch before her, and leaned in.
Harry moaned again as he felt something hot and wet close over his shaft, the strange tingling sensation he'd just felt quickly forgotten with the realization that he was in Hermione's mouth. He redoubled his efforts to lick his best friend's fanny, as he found himself eye-level with her firm butt, and he took his time admiring the firm globes of flesh now in his hands as he started to gently stroke and massage them, getting a clear view of the tight ring of her anus as he started to lick and suck at her labia again, he even started working his tongue between her inner and outer lips, and judging from the muted squeak she gave, and the vibrations on his cock, he guessed she liked that maneuver.
He'd been very surprised when he'd swallowed that mouthful of juice and saliva that for some reason, tasted like his favorite food, Treacle Tart. He'd been even more surprised when, right after he'd swallowed her juices, he felt strength wash through him, and he was suddenly able to lift his arms, which he wrapped around her in a tight hug, then gripped her butt with his hands and spread her cheeks, and moaned into her body at what he saw. He never figured he'd be an butt man, but he'd be damned if she didn't have a nice one.
Remembering what she'd said, he moved his tongue up to the entrance to her vagina, and gently circled it, feeling her twitch and shake, before he slid his tongue as far into her as he could, and again, his taste-buds were bathed in the delicious flavor of Treacle Tart. After a moment of deliberation, he mentally shrugged, then redoubled his efforts, watching in fascination as the puckered ring of muscle between her cheeks started to twitch in time with her vagina as he felt her try to squeeze his tongue, and in turn, he squeezed her cheeks. He'd also noticed that some of the fatigue had also left him, but not much. 'Huh…weird…' he thought, then lost all capacity to think as he felt Hermione's mouth leave his shaft, before he felt his balls being lifted by a hand, then felt her mouth engulf one of them, and gently begin to lick and suckle on it.
'Oh Merlin! She's…she's sucking my balls…? I didn't know she'd…do…that…oh wow…that feels…Good!' he thought, before he pulled on her hips, pulling her pussy back onto his mouth, trying to get deeper.
Hermione moaned as she gently lavished attention on the delicate organs, licking, kissing and gently sucking on each in turn, while using her other hand that wasn't supporting them to stroke his shaft. After a couple of minutes, she switched back to his penis, planting open-mouthed kisses all over its length, before moving up to the head and licking every part she could, catching several beads of precum on her tongue and swallowing them.
She knew it wouldn't take long, since she was so turned on, even though he'd been at it for a few minutes, she was surprised she hadn't come already, though she wasn't sure how long it would take him, since he'd already come, not too long ago, she silently hoped that the urban legends around teenage virility were true, she didn't want them to be here too long, after all. Deciding to move things along, she took him in her mouth and started sucking while stroking him. She wiggled her hips and pushed back a little, trying to coax him, he seemed to get the message, and she moaned as she felt him start to lick around her clit again, pressing firmer this time, he even gently started to explore with a finger.
He curiously probed further, until, round about the second knuckle, his finger met a barrier and he felt her stiffen, and his eyes widened, before gently backing off, pulling back so he could get a good look at her, panting as he felt her relax and start to suck him in earnest while he used his fingers to gently open her lips, and get his first good look at her. Her labia were flushed and swollen, her vagina was wide open and pulsing, juices trickling out of it like honey, down over her lips and swollen erect clitoris, though he had no idea yet that that was what it was called, thanks to his relatives teaching him practically nothing.
"Don't stop! Please Harry! I'm so close!" Hermione's desperate plea came as a gasp as she lifted her head and started stroking his shaft, aiming it at her face. She pushed her hips back towards him and wiggled them a little. "Lick me!" so that's exactly what he did, he started licking her slit from top to bottom, feeling her body twitch each time he licked the small nub of flesh. He started to hungrily suck her juices into his mouth, eagerly swallowing, feeling a little stronger and less tired each time. He then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it into his mouth, out from under it's protective hood, at the same time, he felt Hermione take his entire length into her mouth and the back of her throat, her muffled cry of pleasure vibrating along his shaft.
When he felt her tense, he opened his mouth again and sealed his lips to her vulva, pressing on her clit with his bottom lip, then she squealed, and his mouth was flooded with more of that sweet-tasting fluid that still tasted like Treacle Tart as Hermione's body shuddered and she let out several muffled moans as she shivered on top of him, pressing her body down against his, pressing her still climaxing pussy into his mouth. As he swallowed it, he felt all of his fatigue finally leave him, along with all of his hunger, and a surge of strength ran through him.
He blinked in surprise, pulling away from her wet, soaking fanny and gasped, running his hands up and down her warm back as he suddenly registered his own climax that was almost on him. He'd been so focused on Hermione and giving her pleasure, and apparently getting his strength back, that he'd completely missed the climax he'd been building to. Had he really been so out of it that he'd missed most of it? Sure he'd felt her sucking on him, but his climax had seemed to come out of no-where, pun intended.
"Her—Hermione! I…" he tried to gasp a warning, but she either didn't hear it, or didn't care. He felt her press her mouth into the flesh around the base of his shaft, his glans pushing into the back of her throat as she clamped her lips tightly around him and sucked. Harry grunted, he felt his shaft pulse as his climax hit, and he also felt the beautiful naked girl on top of him hungrily swallow every single drop, not even bothering to collect any on her tongue.
'Wow…' was all Harry could think, as Hermione moaned, then slowly drew up, sucking all the while, drawing out as much of his nourishing, life-giving seed as she could, before she released him from her mouth with a wet 'pop', then lay on him, panting. "Thank you, Harry…that was…phew! That was wonderful! I so needed that!" Hermione said as she lifted herself off him then swung herself to the side and sat on the bed next to him, sitting up, not even trying to cover herself as she turned and smiled at him. The change in her was very telling, and if anything, she looked even more invigorated than before she started, if that were possible.
"How was that for you? How are you feeling?" she asked, taking note of how alert and awake he looked.
Harry blinked as he reached for his glasses and slipped them on. "Fine, great actually. Better than I felt in days…you said this was the cure? That all I had to do was…uhm…" he blushed as he looked away, embarrassed.
"Well, it's more of a 'treatment' than a cure, since what we have now would be considered a condition that has to be managed." Hermione said. "How'd you like the blowjob? At least you were awake for this one."
Harry's face turned red, he still wasn't looking at her. "Uh…well…I was so focused on you that I barely noticed it until I was about to…uh…"
"Cum?" she asked with a smile, he nodded. "Well, I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy it." She said giving him an impish smile.
"Uh…are you sure we'll have to do this again?" Harry asked.
"Yes." She said with a sigh, the smile fading.
"How often?" He asked, finally looking at her, though he didn't let his gaze fall lower than her shoulders.
"At least once every 12 hours…but…the more often…the better." She said, as she stood then bent over, giving him a perfect view as she picked up her clothes that had been cleaned and folded for her, just as his had been. "Come on, lets get dressed and meet with the others, and we can talk more about this."