Chapter 11: The Torment of Hermione Granger
Notes:
Trigger Warning!
Hey folks, first off, I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. I have several reasons for the long delay.
First off, if you saw my latest update to my Scenes from a Hat collection, then you will know that on the 2nd of September this year, the CPU i bought for the pc i built back in July, a AMD 3900X, started to fail. It took several weeks (7) to identify the issue, RMAing the Motherboard (which came back OK), replacing the RAM and Power supply (both from an old system, the PSU was 8 years old and starting to fail as well.), and finally, replacing the CPU (which AMD was kind enough to ship). So I didn't get my system back up and running until late October.
I also switched to Scrivener a couple of months back, dropping Word as my primary writing app.
My other reason, is I just got distracted with another fandom, which I may also start posting stories for in the future. :P
But the update is here now, just in time for Christmas, thank you to all of you who have been patiently (or impatiently, lol) waiting for me to update. I hope you enjoy. I won't set a date for the next update (which is probably about 1/3 to 1/2 written already).
So until the next update, enjoy, and have a safe Merry Christmas and happy new year (and may the next one be far better than the shit show this one was) :)
EDIT
Removed/retooled the scene between daphne and harry after he saves her from Draco.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Chapter 11: The Torment of Hermione Granger
Sunday, November 27, 1994.
Mid-morning after breakfast, Hogwarts grounds.
Fleur Delacour hugged herself and shivered as she stood on the front lawn of Hogwarts, stepping away from the steps leading up into the Carriage. She had just finished a Floo call with her parents in her quarters inside the Carriage. She'd already let them know on Thursday how the First Task had gone. Her parents had understandably been thrilled at her performance and had been impressed by what they'd heard of Harry Potter's performance as well.
Her mother had also subtly asked if she'd spotted anyone she 'liked' yet. Fleur had to roll her eyes at that. Though she couldn't really blame her mother for being that way. They were Veela after all. They were creatures of passion. Both inside the bedroom and outside of it. A higher-than-average sex drive and more open attitudes to sex were all part of a Veela's physical and psychological makeup. Veela, as a rule, were as comfortable talking about sex, in great detail, in casual conversations as most people were talking about the weather, or Quidditch.
Though that did present its fair share of problems. Her almost ethereal beauty for instance, that drew the eye of almost every red-blooded male human within visual range of her, and made the majority of those behave like brainless idiots in a foolish, and futile attempt to impress her. It had won her many enemies during her adolescent years and had lost her just as many friends. That was not to say that she didn't have any friends left, she didn't have as many as she used to. Those she did have, if they had boyfriends, she hadn't met them, and likely never would.
It was why she worried about little Gabby so. Gabrielle was only 8, but already her Veela nature was starting to manifest, though thankfully, since she hadn't started to mature sexually, her Veela characteristics just made her look exceptionally cute. But once her sister hit puberty, and her Veela heritage really kicked in, she would be in for a few very rough years. Fortunately, she would have Fleur and her mother there to help, and maybe even their grandmother.
Though it still would be difficult.
Fleur hugged herself again against the cold as she started to walk across the grounds, taking note of the younger students milling about, playing in the new layer of snow, and ignoring the boys who tried to get her attention with foolish antics, some with their girlfriends present, who sent jealous, withering glares in Fleur's direction. She'd seen it all before, so she ignored it.
Being creatures of fire meant that they did not particularly like the cold, though that did not mean they couldn't appreciate the natural beauty of winter snow.
Another thing Veela, as a rule, were not fond of was being underwater. Again, being creatures of both the air and fire, they did not like being submerged for long periods of time. Taking showers and baths was a necessary evil, so it was easily tolerated. She looked out over the Black Lake and shuddered. From what she'd heard of this school, there was supposed to be a giant squid in that lake, though it was apparently relatively tame.
And according to some rumours she'd heard, there was supposed to be a Merpeople settlement at the bottom of the lake. She shuddered again and turned away, heading in the opposite direction from the lake. She really hoped those rumours were not true. If they were…
Then she hoped the Second or Third tasks of this Tournament did not have anything to do with that lake. Though she still hadn't figured out how to open the egg.
It was beginning to frustrate her.
"Fleur!" A high-pitched voice called, she turned, and barely managed to lean to the side to dodge the snowball that came flying at her.
She narrowed her blue eyes at the giggling form of her 8-year-old sister, who ducked behind a small snow-covered rise with a group of First Year Hogwarts students. The little imp…
Quickly whipping out her wand, Fleur grinned as several of the First Years, her sister among them, poked their heads up over the rise, and several arms came up, each one holding a snowball.
Fleur waited until the snowballs were almost to her before she made a swish-flick motion with her wand, and the balls all did a U-turn in mid-flight and sailed back towards her now squealing and laughing attackers.
"You weel 'ave to try better zan zat, non?" she called, smiling as they all tried to dodge the snow; only a few of them managed it. "Next time, do not warn your target!" Then she decided to be sporting and put away her wand. Crouching, she scooped up some snow into her hands and made some snowballs, which she threw at the laughing First years, who eagerly returned fire, seeing she'd put away her wand.
As she played with the younger students and Gabrielle, Fleur thought about the other champions and her own opinions on each of them.
Krum was famous, even in France, as an international Quidditch star, though she had been a little weary of the Durmstrang students, as that Academy had a reputation. It was the school Gillert Grindelwald had been expelled from, after all—the man who preceded Voldemort as Europe's premiere Dark Lord. But Krum, she was finding, was nothing like the atypical Durmstrang student; he was rather kind, and apparently no stranger to dealing with the Press.
Fleur momentarily scowled, losing her focus and letting a snowball hit her, as her thoughts briefly turned to that…woman…Rita Skeeter…She couldn't help but chuckle as she remembered what she'd said, and how the woman clearly had not understood a single syllable of what she'd said. As evidenced by the quoted "statement" in the paper the next day.
She couldn't believe they'd printed that in a frontpage article!
Then her thoughts turned to the other two champions, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter.
Cedric seemed rather nice. He'd handled his dragon rather well, and she'd been impressed by his transfiguration work. She hadn't spoken to any of the champions much over the past month. Something she aimed to try to correct. However, getting close to either Cedric or Krum would be difficult, with the gaggle of girls around them. Cedric, in particular, seemed to already have a girlfriend, who sent Fleur warning looks every time the girl caught her looking in his direction. She sighed; it was the same everywhere.
Then her thoughts came to the last champion. The fourth Champion. And wasn't that a first! How would they handle the final victory score if one of the two Hogwarts Champions and either her or Krum came in equal? There had never been a fourth contestant in the Tournament in its entire history, hence its name.
There had been some arguments among the Beauxbatons students the night of the Selection, after the fact, where several of her fellow students had argued that both they and Durmstrang should be allowed an extra Champion. Clearly, their protests had fallen on deaf ears.
Harry Potter…she didn't know much about him personally, though she had heard of him before coming to the school. She honestly doubted if there was a person in the magical world anywhere on Earth who had not heard of him.
And if she was honest with herself, she had not been impressed when she'd first met him when he'd entered that little side room after the choosing, only to announce, albeit reluctantly, that he had also been chosen.
She remembered being furious, as were the others. She'd even called him a 'Leetle Boy!' when she'd addressed him.
Now, though, she found herself re-evaluating him. His performance had been the most spectacular, the most unique, and had earned him the highest marks. Even Maxime had to admit she was impressed begrudgingly. Karkaroff, though, she could tell he'd been livid at Krum coming in last.
She had never heard of someone interacting with a dragon that way. Well, she'd never heard of anyone interacting with a dragon that way and surviving.
She'd also seen several of the other Hogwarts students wearing flashing badges, though she couldn't really tell what they said, as her English wasn't perfect, but she'd learned that Potter's main rival among the students, Draco Malfoy, had created them.
Now that she thought about it, she'd heard rumour that Potter and one of his housemates had gotten into a scuffle with Malfoy a week before the first task, and then had spent all of the previous weekend in the school's infirmary, though she wasn't clear on the details. Though there had been a lot of students wearing those flashing badges before the First Task, now, only a handful were wearing them.
She wondered what he was doing now. She'd like to talk with him at some point, get to know him better. She then refocused her attention as three more puffs of snow hit her and redoubled her efforts to bury Gabby and her new friends.
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At that moment, the boy in question was making his way through the castle, on his way to the library to finish a potions essay; he still hadn't 'fed' yet. He suspected that several of his female housemates would soon start making offers to help him. And although he'd promised Hermione he would accept, part of him couldn't help but feel like doing so would be a betrayal of her. He hoped he could last a bit longer; he'd been feeding so much lately that he reasoned that he'd be able to manage going one or two days without, surely.
"Hey, Harry." A voice said behind him. Turning, he saw it was Parvati Patil walking towards him, looking a little…nervous?
The dark-skinned Indian girl blushed fiercely as she came to a stop before him. The few times their eyes met, she'd smile nervously and look away.
Harry had a feeling he knew what she wanted. He hadn't missed Hermione handing out those pieces of parchment.
"Yes, Parvati?" He asked. She looked around, spying a broom cupboard not far down the corridor. There was no one else present, not even any portraits.
"I was wondering…if you needed any…help." She said, saying the last word in a loud whisper.
"Help? Well, now you mention it, I was just on my way to the library to finish some essays for Moody, Sprout, Flitwick and The Greasy Git, I mean, Professor Snape, and could probably use a second opinion on them." Harry said with a grin. He knew exactly what she meant by 'help', but after the way she and the rest of Gryffindor had treated him the past month, and how he'd seen most of his house, including her and Lavender, wearing Draco's badges until this last Thursday, he decided a little payback was in order.
If Parvati wanted him to eat her out, she was going to have to work for it.
Parvati rolled her eyes and fixed him with an embarrassed glare. "That's not what I meant, and you know it, Potter!" She growled, before grabbing his hand and dragging him further down the corridor, to the broom cupboard. He tried to say something, but she didn't listen, and shoved him into the confined space before stepping in and closing the door behind her, then locking it.
"Parv, listen, I—" his protests were cut off as she pushed him down onto one of the benches, then stepped forward until she was only a few inches from him, and then she lifted her skirt.
And Harry got his first look at Parvati's vulva. Her lips were smooth, a beautiful milk chocolate brown, just like the rest of her. Above her lips, covering her mons, was a neatly trimmed triangle of short black hair. He could see well enough, despite the lack of light, to see that her lips were slightly parted, and they were already glistening.
She was already wet.
At this distance, he could smell her heady aroma as well. Sweet and heavy, with a faint musk to it that was uniquely feminine, and with a scent that was also uniquely her. He could also detect the distinct smell of coconut. Every breath he took of her scent made his trousers tighter. He closed his eyes as a grimace of embarrassment and guilt swept through him.
'I know I promised Hermione, but I don't know if I can do this…' he thought guiltily.
"Parv, listen, it's not that I don't appreciate the offer, because I do, and I do think you're lovely, but I already fed this morning."
"I'm sure you have, and thank you. A girl always likes to know if her body looks beautiful. But I know about this curse, Harry, probably as much as Hermione does, if not more, so does Padma. We know it takes multiple feedings a day to stay fully on your feet. Sure, you can get by with two a day, but that's dangerous. What if you forget the second one? Or someone stuns you, and you end up missing the second deadline? Then you start going downhill."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the mention of her twin.
"Does Padma know about this?"
"She does. I asked Hermione if I could tell her, and she said yes, as long as it doesn't go further. Don't worry, Padma won't spread it around, she knows how serious this curse is, and neither will I nor Lavender. Sure, we're the school gossip queens, but even we know when to keep a lid on things."
She then tilted her head and gave him an impatient look.
"Now, stop talking and put that mouth of yours to some better use, Harry. My fanny isn't going to eat itself."
Harry hesitated some more, licking his lips to wet them as his cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants.
"Or do you need a bit more incentive? Should I whip out the girls?" She asked, her hands started to move to her shirt and she started pulling it up, revealing more of her flat stomach. "Or maybe…" she said with a seductive purr, as she took a step back, then turned round, looking back at him over her shoulder as she arched her back, pushing her hips back towards him a little.
"…Are you more of an arse man than a boob fan?" She giggled, wiggling her hips a little.
Harry gritted his teeth as he tried to clamp down on his raging libido, and he tried desperately to think of something unsexy that would kill his erection. Sadly, with a half-naked girl in front of him offering her body up on a figurative plate, it was difficult. He couldn't help but look. Look and compare.
He noticed that Parvati's butt was a little fuller than his girlfriend's, the cheeks a bit more defined, though they were just as firm, yet soft, as he gently placed a slightly shaking hand on her left cheek. Even in the reduced light, with how her hips were angled, he could just make out a hint of her labia between her slightly spread legs.
"Mmm…" the Indian girl let out a slight moan at his touch. Reaching up, she slid a hand under her shirt and began to unbutton her blouse, wondering just how she measured up in the butt and bust department compared to Granger as her hand glided over the smooth skin of her chest. She then worked her shirt up until it was over her breasts, and her blouse was pulled open. She couldn't quite get naked, but this was as close as she could get for now. She shivered with building excitement as she felt Harry gently squeeze her ass, smiling to herself.
'Oh yeah, he's definitely an arse man, but let's see how he likes the girls…' she thought, as she then straightened up and turned back around.
"While I do like my bum getting some attention on the odd occasion Harry, that's not the part of me you need to focus on right now. Here, let's see if you like the look of these while you're snacking." She said with a husky whisper that Harry found he really liked the tone of, he'd have to drop a hint to Hermione to use it more often. He swallowed and shuddered with barely suppressed lust as he stared at Parvati's slit once more as she turned round. He could definitely see how wet she was now. He then looked up and saw the twin mounds of her breasts that she was proudly displaying to him.
No knickers or bra.
'And I thought Hermione was the only kinky one in Gryffindor,' he thought.
"Come on Harry…" Parvati breathed, her eyes dark with lust, "Show me what you can do. Do to me what you did to Hermione to make her shriek like a banshee." As she angled her hips to give him better access, she thrust them forward. Harry paused and looked up at her, seeing her flushed face as she panted with desire, the enclosed space was starting to become heavy with the smell of her.
"Oh…right. Still can't believe you guys heard that," he said, blushing, Parvati rolled her eyes.
"Harry, everyone in Gryffindor heard that! Some of us thought you were brutally murdering her in there. It sounded like she was either being stabbed to death, burned alive or giving birth to a baby elephant. Now, shut up and eat me," she growled, placing her hands on either side of his head and tried to pull him in.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but one lick." He said, taking hold of her hips as she raised a foot and placed it next to him on the bench.
"One lick?! Really? You better give me more than that Potter!" she growled, putting a hand on the wall behind him to support herself.
"Trust me, Patil, it'll only take one." He said smugly, he then leaned in and extended his tongue, focusing, then he started to hiss, as his tongue came into contact with the bottom of her slit, and he slowly dragged his tongue along it, collecting a small amount of fluid as he did so.
"Oh? Someone's very sure of themselves today, aren't we? What makes you think it'll only take one-ooooOOOHHHHAAAHHH!"
Parvati's world dissolved into ecstasy as pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt before erupted from her crotch, as sparks seemed to surge through her nervous system following the slow path of that tongue! She arched her back, throwing her head back as she keened, her body shaking as she felt his tongue reach her clit and her body convulsed. Her other hand let go of her skirt and moved to the wall to support her weight as she started to roll her hips, grinding against his face. He then placed a kiss on her clit and pulled back, easing her away. He smirked up at her as she panted, taking deep breathes as she looked down at him, an unreadable expression in her eyes.
"There. Told you all it'd take is one lick."
"What…the hell…was that?!" she panted.
"Parseltongue. Apparently, it is very potent when used in oral," he then started to gently ease her back away from him, making to stand, when she suddenly pushed forward, her hands going to the back and sides of his head, holding him in place between her legs.
"Oh NO you don't! Don't you DARE think about leaving me hanging after that!" she growled, shoving his face against her wet slit.
"Mmph!" he grunted, as she started to roll her hips aggressively, grinding against his mouth really hard. 'Maybe this was a mistake…' he thought as she then pulled her hips back and leaned over, tilting his head up to practically snarl into his face.
"You're not leaving this cupboard until you finish what you started! Don't want it getting back to Granger that you like to leave a job unfinished, do you? Now stick out that magic tongue and start hissing! 'Cause Potter, you're about to get your face fucked!" And with an almost insane grin, she tilted his head, rather roughly, back down and started to press her slit against his mouth again. Then, holding his head with both hands in a vice-like grip, she started to thrust.
Harry had little choice but to obey as the Indian girl literally fucked his face, but he did have the foresight to cast a silencing charm on the door. It was fortunate that he did, since he said the incantation in Parseltongue while his fellow Gryffindor was grinding her erect clitoris and labia into his mouth and nose, very aggressively if he was honest with himself.
Thanks to the charm, the two Sixth years did not hear Parvati's near-deafening scream a short moment later as they walked past the cupboard.
Harry grunted again as Parvati thrust her hips forward with such force, his head was pressed back against the wall, and she held him there as she climaxed a fourth time, filling his mouth again as she aggressively, almost violently worked her hips back and forth against his mouth.
She was doing exactly what she'd promised to do.
"Oh…oh…uh…uh...nnnggh!" Parvati grunted as she tried to catch her breath, body shaking as she awkwardly thrust her hips forward, though her movements were very sporadic now.
Harry couldn't help but smile with smug pride, though his neck was really starting to crink. He didn't know if using Parseltongue during oral was technically cheating, but honestly, he didn't care. Especially if it got the feeding over with quicker. With Hermione, he liked to take his time and enjoy it.
But with Parvati, and he assumed, any others who offered to 'help', assuming he accepted, it felt like he was cheating on his girlfriend, and he did not like that. He would feed from the others for now, but he silently vowed to find another way.
With a final thrust of her hips, Parvati pressed her swollen slit into his mouth, then trembled, her back arched and head leaning back as she let out a final gasping cry; Harry holding her hips to help support her weight as she shuddered again, one final time.
"Ugh…" with a final grunt, Parvati pulled back and looked down at his face, smiling as she panted breathlessly, then sank into his lap, going almost boneless as she kissed his wet face. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, her body coated in sweat.
"Holy shit…" she gasped. Harry chuckled as he licked his lips and swallowed, the familiar taste of Treacle Tart filling his mouth, oddly making him hungry for more, hm…odd, he didn't feel the usual 'rush' that he felt when he fed from Hermione…
That thought brought his previous thoughts to the front, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
"You okay?" he asked, as she pulled back and then planted a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm better than okay. Boy, if I'd known you could do that since our second year…I would have tried to nab you last year. Granger better never let you go."
Harry chuckled as she pulled back and looked at him, smiling mischievously as she felt his erection pressing between her legs.
"Hm…feels like you have a problem there…want me to help you some more?" she asked. Remembering that, along with telling her that he would potentially need help, Hermione's note had explicitly said that she, and she assumed everyone else who read theirs, were not allowed to suck him off. Hand-jobs were okay, though, right? Or maybe if she sucked him, but didn't swallow?
"Uhm…" Harry said, his voice a little higher than normal. "I'm good, thanks, Parv…" though he wasn't, his body desperately cried out for release; he was going to have to find a bathroom, even if he knew that probably wouldn't work.
She raised an eyebrow as she finally stood on shaky legs, wobbling a little as she started buttoning up her blouse, and making herself presentable. "You sure? That felt really hard, and I bet it's uncomfortable, sure you…couldn't use a…hand?" she asked, giving him a cheeky smile and a wink. "It's the least I could do after a performance like that."
"I'll…I'll be fine…" he said, steadily getting to his feet and giving her an appreciative look before cancelling the silencing charm and opening the door.
"So…what do I taste like?" she asked, flirtatiously.
"Huh?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
"What does my cum taste like? I know for people afflicted with this curse, it's supposed to taste like their favourite food, or at least something really sweet, as an incentive to keep doing it."
"Oh, uh, treacle tart, like, well, that's…Hermione." He replied a little awkwardly.
As they walked out, Harry quickly looked around to see if anyone was present, they seemed to be in the clear. Parvati stumbled out, her legs still somewhat unsteady. She caught herself on the wall and giggled.
"Phew! That was fun. Seriously Potter, Granger better not ever let you go, or she'd be the biggest fool on the planet." And with that, she gave him one last smile, turned and walked off, her gait a little unsteady.
Unseen by him, her warm smile turned into a ridiculously happy grin as she walked, unconsciously swaying her hips at him. 'I can't WAIT to tell Pads and Lav about this! They'll NEVER believe me!'
Harry didn't even have time to mention the fact that if Hermione 'let him go', she'd probably be signing her own death sentence. Then he paused as he turned in the opposite direction, as a thought struck him. One he had not considered before, but only now realised.
He and Hermione were effectively trapped.
Trapped in a relationship that thankfully, was borne from an already well-established friendship, so it had a great foundation to build from.
But it was still a relationship that revolved around sex, for the most part. They'd have to work on that. Sex couldn't be all this was about.
But a thought suddenly occurred to him that made him pause and think.
What if it had been someone else?
What if, by some cruel twist of fate, he'd been protecting someone else from that curse? Or someone else had been protecting Hermione? Someone that neither of them had a close friendship with, or were good friends, but already had prior commitments to others?
What if, Merlin forbid, the other individual, if there had been one at all, had been a member of Staff?!
He briefly tried to imagine what the what the fallout would have been if that had been the case. If Draco had cursed any of the Staff with that curse, well, his furry little ferret arse would have been out of Hogwarts within the hour, Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to do anything about that.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder how a member of the faculty would cope with this, he wasn't sure if anyone of them were seeing anyone. And he wasn't about to ask any of them. He didn't fancy serving the rest of the school year in detention. He certainly couldn't see either himself or Hermione helping said members of Staff deal with the curse, they'd probably refuse anyway. That was all assuming of course that the Staff member in question wouldn't have disarmed Draco before he got the curse out.
The only scenario worse than a member of staff being caught in it, was a Second or First year getting hit.
But that hadn't happened, thankfully. It had just been him and Hermione, ironically, probably the best option either of them could have gotten. An errant thought crossed his mind that he should actually thank Draco, but he quickly dismissed it. Yes, he and Hermione had gotten very lucky, in more ways than one, thanks to Draco, but they were still trapped in this arrangement, possibly for the rest of their lives, unless completing the Bonding somehow cured it, in which case, it would just be a matter of waiting until they both felt they were ready.
Harry then decided he'd thought enough on this topic, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. It was leading into dangerous territory.
Plus he was still as hard as a rock. And it was beginning to hurt. He quickly cast a few glamour charms on himself so it wouldn't be noticeable, then he turned and headed for the main entrance. If his mind couldn't help him 'cool down' then maybe being out in near freezing temperatures would do it.
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A short time later, he was out on the front lawn, looking around at the playing students, he sucked in a breath of cold air, held it then let it out.
A snowball sailed past him, and he leaned to the side to avoid a second, turning, he saw the small group of First years who were alternating between throwing snow at him, and…Fleur?
He watched for a moment, smiling as she dodged and ducked, avoiding frozen projectiles being sent her way. Unfortunately, the cold did nothing to cure him of his 'condition', which was, to his annoyance, being exasperated by the fact that she was so beautiful. If anything, his 'condition' was getting worse looking at her. He grit his teeth and did his best to ignore his hormones and the damn Curse as he tried desperately not to imagine what those pink lips of hers, that looked so incredibly soft and sensual, would look and feel like wrapped around his dick.
"Hello Fleur, need some help?" he asked, ducking an incoming snowball.
"Ah, bonjour 'arry. Oui, my seester has betrayed me!" she said with mock anger, a grin splitting her face as she crouched behind a rise as he approached. He looked over, and yep, there was Gabrielle among the Firsties. He grinned.
"So I see." He crouched next to her, scooping up some snow.
"How are you finding Hogwarts? Not too cold for you?" he asked.
"Eet ez good school, zough I am not sure about some of ze students." She replied, thinking of the Slytherins who had leered at her, and a few she'd seen eyeing Gabrielle. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, but there are problem students in every school." He admitted.
"Mhm, I was really impressed by ze performance you gave during ze Task." She replied. Harry chuckled.
"Yeah, that was all improv. My original plan went up in flames. Literally."
She gave him a sympathetic look as she dodged another snowball. "Oui, we saw." After throwing one of her own, catching a First year Ravenclaw boy, she continued. "What made you zink to try touching eet?" she asked. Harry shrugged, he honestly hadn't really thought at the time, he'd just gone with a feeling he'd had.
"I just wanted to show her I wasn't a threat. I figured the only humans she'd ever had contact with used wands against her, and she and her clutch were in an alien environment, so naturally, her maternal instincts were set to 'Kill Anything That Moves! Especially if it's holding a Stick!' mode. So I figured 'Why not show her a human that doesn't hold a stick?' and luckily, it worked."
"And if eet 'ad not?" she asked. He shrugged again.
"Then I would have become the youngest Tri-Wizard Champion in history to get eaten by a dragon."
"I guess so."
"Figured out your egg yet?" he asked, she shook her head. "Well, word of advice, don't try to pry open the panels. It shrieks. A lot."
"Shrieks?" she asked, turning to look at him, a thoughtful, and if he was right, a slightly fearful look in her eyes.
"Yeah, sounded horrible, only listened to it for a few seconds."
"Hmm…" she hummed, momentarily distracted.
"Not sure if Cedric or Krum have told you yet, but I was told about a room on the Seventh Floor near Gryffindor Tower, opposite a tapestry of a wizard trying to teach Trolls to dance ballet."
"Non, zey 'ave not. What kind of room?" she asked.
"It's called the Room of Requirement, and you open it by walking back and forth in front of the tapestry 3 times, thinking about what you really need."
"What eez in zis room?" she asked, turning to look at him. He shrugged.
"Anything you want. It creates anything you need, and once you're inside, you can change it to what you want it to be, it can conjure almost anything. Only thing it can't do is food."
Fleur nodded. "Merci 'arry." She said with a smile.
The two of them continued to talk, and Harry did his best to ignore his raging libido.
They talked for nearly an hour, with Gabrielle and the First years coming over to join them eventually, when they realized the snowball fight was over.
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Later, after lunch, Hermione pulled him to one side, down a side corridor, until they found an empty broom cupboard.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Hermione turned to face him, her eyes burning with barely restrained lust. Harry finally lost his struggle with his own as she pounced on him and their lips met in a fierce kiss, and she pushed him back against the back wall.
Ten minutes later, the door opened and the two stumbled out, panting and sweating, their hair and clothes a mess.
"Well…that was…intense." Harry said as he finished trying to sort himself out.
"Heh, I did warn you…" Hermione said, straightening out her shirt. "Though you seemed pretty pent up yourself there."
"Yeah, you did…" Harry said, he hadn't mentioned his encounter with Parvati, and he thought he'd best keep quiet about it. His girlfriend might be 'okay' with the idea of him feeding from others, but he was pretty sure she didn't want a list.
"Well, I need to get back to the library, still got some essays to finish, want to come with?" she asked.
He was tempted, he really was, but he reasoned that, if he went with her to the library, studying would be the last thing he'd end up doing.
"Love to, I would, but I think, honestly, in my current state of mind, studying would be the last thing I'd end up doing." He said, giving her an apologetic smile, and a wink.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "Honestly Harry! You're such a boy!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing." He said, chuckling as he gave her a hug, shamelessly reaching a hand down to firmly squeeze and rub her arse.
Hermione giggled as she hugged him back, burying her face in his neck as a thought went through her head and she thrust her hips back into his wandering hand.
'What am I going to do with him?'
Unfortunately, her lust addled brain didn't recognise that as the rhetorical question it was, and promptly provided an answer.
'Lay him out on a table, cover his gorgeous naked body in all sorts of confections and then eat him penis first?'
She mentally groaned as she tried, and failed, to stop the mental images that suggestion created from forming in her mind as she felt her arousal start to build again.
'Shut. UP!'
She couldn't wait for this week to be over, and it hadn't even properly started yet, she mentally tried to work out how many days it could be, if three, then she'd be down by Wednesday, any longer and it could be Friday.
'God, I really hope I'm not like this every month…I don't know how I'll cope!'
Pulling back, she looked at him, smiling, hoping her flushed face didn't give her away too much. "Ok, well, I'll catch you later then." And with that, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and turned, heading off. He watched her go, part of him really wanted to follow her to the library and find a nice quiet spot in the Restricted Section and go another round, but she had work to do, and honestly, so did he, and he needed to concentrate, something he figured he wouldn't be able to do with Hermione sat next to him in a secluded spot.
-=-=-=-
On his way back to the Common Room after lunch, he was intercepted by Lavender Brown.
He didn't notice her until she was just a few feet away and he looked up.
"Hey there Harry, you're looking a little…haggard." She said, smirking and giving him a knowing look.
He shrugged, smiling wanly.
"Eh, can't complain I guess, went outside, got some fresh air, had a snowball fight, ya know."
Lavender nodded, though she wasn't really interested in small talk right at that moment. And the sudden hungry look she gave him clearly telegraphed that fact.
'Oh boy, here we go again…' he thought. 'I wonder if I should start charging 10 Sicles a go at some point.'
As she opened her mouth to speak, Harry raised his hand to stop her.
"Look, Lavender, I think I know what you're really after here. And, while I appreciate the offer, I…" 'How can I say this delicately?' "…I…"
"Yes…?" Lavender purred, tilting her head slightly as she tried to strike a pose that she hoped he'd find alluring, which mainly involved her pushing her chest up and out. Parvati had told her what he'd done to her in that broom cupboard, and she wanted some of that herself.
"I…" he swallowed, steadying his nerve as he tried to focus on Lavender's face, and not her chest. "I don't need to…um…feed, right now."
Lavender blinked in confusion, as she stood up straight, the flirtatious expression leaving her face.
"What?" she asked.
Harry shrugged, "Well, I don't want to sound, well, presumptuous, but, that is why you're here, isn't it?"
"What? A girl can't approach you for a chat without having an ulterior motive?" she asked, folding her arms, and sounding more than a little offended. "I mean, sure, it would be nice if you could do to me what you did to Parv earlier, I also hear Padma's looking for you as well, but still, you automatically assume I'm talking to you just for the sole reason of wanting to get my fanny licked?"
"Well, considering over the past month you've all gone out of your way to ignore me or insult me." Harry snarked back. Now it was Lavender's turn to be on the defensive.
"Well, we did apologise for that, and maybe I wanted to make it up to you myself in my own way." She replied hotly.
"Look…" he said, trying to salvage what he could from this before he upset her anymore. "I appreciate the offer, I do, but I've already fed three times today, and quite honestly, my jaw is starting to ache. I feel fine, I don't need to 'top up' right now, and before you say I need as much as I can get, I know that. I'm just not really comfortable with the idea of feeding from people other than Hermione. I know she said I could, I just don't really want to. And besides, if I start diving under the skirts of every girl in Gryffindor, word will get out. And last thing I want is the whole school finding out about this."
"Are you really sure they'd care that much?" Lavender asked, Harry scoffed.
"Oh please! I'm a pretty hot topic of conversation these days, always have been, apparently. For something I don't even fucking remember DOING!"
His last words came out as a snarl, and Lavender backed up a little, taken aback.
"In fact, come to think of it, it's my mum that should be getting all the credit! NOT me! SHE'S the one that did all the work that night. She's the one that did the one thing none of the fucking COWARDS in the Ministry or the Order had the spine or balls to do: Kill! Tom Fucking Riddle!"
And with that, he walked past her, before she could reply; but rather than head towards the common room, he turned, heading in another direction, soon finding himself wandering through the corridors. If he was honest with himself, his encounter with Lavender had left him a little riled. Sure, he had appreciated the offer, but this was someone who had spent the last month ridiculing and blanking him, walking around wearing one of those damn badges, and he still remembered how she'd acted during their second year, along with most of their house and the school when they thought he was the Heir of Slytherin. And yes, that last bit might have been a little on the harsh side, but he felt his anger about that nice was justified.
So he really didn't feel in the mood to get under her skirt for any reason.
Soon, he bumped into Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones, the two girls giving him a tight hug.
"How you doing Harry?" Susan asked, smiling at him as Daphne stepped in for a hug.
Harry smiled as he returned it, taking a deep breath of Susan's deep red hair. "Eh, ya know, I'm doing okay I guess. Got entered into a potentially lethal competition against my will, lost my broom in the first task, risked getting eaten, got cursed by a ponce, which, in retrospect, I should probably thank him for because I'm gotten more head these last few days than I have in my entire life beforehand."
Daphne snorted, smirking. "I bet. Sooo…" she said, her voice taking on a teasing and flirtatious tone, "What's it like getting your willy sucked several times a day? And what's it like getting your tongue wet?"
Susan snorted, smirking as she gave Harry a once-over.
"I'm not answering that." He said, folding his arms.
"What? It is a valid question." Then she turned to Susan "I don't know about you Sue, but I certainly wouldn't mind getting some head every now and then. A girl has needs ya know Potter."
Harry shrugged. "Well, I can't really do that with Hermione at the moment, and only Parvati has cornered me so far, Lavender tried, I think, but I shot her down."
"Why? I thought Hermione said you weren't allowed to refuse help?" Susan asked, Harry nodded.
"Well, she implied she didn't want me to, she just said she'd be very upset if she found out I'd been skipping."
"Best not to skip then, next time Lavender or anyone else asks, better take them up on it. Remember, you upset her, you're on the sofa." She replied. "Too bad she's on her cycle though, I'm surprised we still haven't found a spell or potion to cure that."
"Yeah, that's a bitch. Take it from someone who actually has to deal with that crap once a month." Daphne added. "Fortunately for you, that's not an issue for me this week. So if you ever want either me or Sue to help you out, just come and find us, and we'll…take care of your needs." She finished with a grin and a wink.
"Oh, 'we' will, will we?" Susan said, folding her arms and giving her friend a look. "How very nice of you to offer him my fanny on a platter Daphne."
"Oh please Bones, you've been dying to get him between your legs just as much as I have, and don't you deny it!" Daphne then smiled at Harry, before she continued "Besides, you, me and Luna all offered to help him out if he ever needed it. And this week, he will."
"Well, I appreciate the offer girls, but right now, I uh…I don't really need to feed right now." Harry said.
The two girls shrugged.
"That's okay, it'd be kind of cramped in a broom cupboard with three of us, and with these abandoned classrooms, no telling which paintings might be passing around information. We'd need to find somewhere more…private anyway." Daphne said.
"Ever heard of the Room of Requirement?" Harry asked.
-=-=-=-
Later, just after Dinner, Harry had just left the Great Hall, trying to hide the fact that he was starting to feel rather lethargic and tired, since he hadn't fed since that morning with Parvati. He figured he'd be fine, not much longer and he'd be able to get back to his and Hermione's quarters and join her in the shower.
Or at least, that was the plan, until Luna had rounded the corner and intercepted him, grabbing him by his tie, she started dragging him down the corridor towards a broom cupboard.
He didn't even try to protest, he just mentally sighed and rolled his eyes, as several other students gave him and Luna odd looks, though he did catch the look on Hermione's face, and it almost made him stop walking. While she was smiling with a look of encouragement, he could see the emotional conflict in her eyes. She might have insisted he accept offers of help, and even arrange those offers of help, but he could see the truth of it.
She was not entirely okay with it.
In some capacity, she was struggling, emotionally, to cope with the situation, and if he were honest, that realisation made him feel worse about this whole thing. He wasn't sure how they'd cope with this next month, though if he remembered right, she'd probably start producing milk soon, so, he reasoned, he could just use that.
'Would that work though?' he thought as Luna dragged him towards a cupboard.
"Uhm, Luna? What are you doing?" he asked.
"Feeding you of course." Luna said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to say to a guy as they reached a cupboard and she opened it and practically shoved him in, then closed and locked the door behind her, applying several silencing and privacy charms.
"Look Luna, I appreciate the offer, really, but there's no need." Harry deflected. Luna didn't reply, instead, she shoved him down onto the bench then stepped up onto the bench, her feet on either side of his legs, as she started to lift her skirt.
Harry had a good idea what he was going to find before she'd finished lifting the skirt, and yes, he was right.
She was going commando. And she was as smooth as Hermione and Parvati. And despite himself, the sight of her smooth vulva, and the smell of her, was more than enough to inflame his libido, and in an instant, he was painfully hard again. Before he even knew he was doing it, he was taking a deep breath, his nose just shy of touching her, his lungs filling with her warm, heady scent, and by Merlin, she smelt good!
"Actually, there is. I've been watching you whenever I get the chance, and I've noticed how tired you've gotten. You haven't fed since this morning. We're in a Family Alliance now, which means I must do all I can to help you if I am able, and if you need it. You do. I am. So I will." She replied, casting a sticking charm on her skirt to hold it up, she braced herself against the wall and bent her knees a little and moved forward, until she felt his warm breath between her legs, and smiled.
Harry sighed, figuring he wasn't going to talk his way out of this one, so he reached up, the warm, soft cheeks of her ass filling his hands rather nicely, and brought her forward.
-=-
Later that night, laying in bed with Hermione sleeping soundly next to him, Harry was struggling to shut his brain down, a first, if he were honest. He thought to himself, making a mental note to ask Hermione in the morning when she would start producing, as he honestly didn't feel okay feeding from others, he knew Hermione wasn't completely okay with it, if her milk gave him what he needed, then that would do.
The question was whether she'd stop producing after they'd bonded, or not. And if not, how long would she go on for? Months? Years? Decades?
It was something they'd have to discuss, at length, once this week was over.
He had a feeling Daphne and Susan were planning to approach him soon, but he felt he needed to get to know them better first. He also needed to talk to Hermione about what he'd seen with the Horntail.
Sure, that last bit wasn't particularly relevant to anything, but he still found it odd.
It was nearly midnight by the time Harry finally got to sleep.
Monday November 28, 1994.
After breakfast, Harry had just left the Great Hall and was making his way past another cupboard, when the door opened and an arm shot out and pulled him in before he could react.
His world spun as he heard the door being closed and locked with a muttered spell, then, before he'd finished getting his bearings, a pair of lips crashed into his, and he felt hands start to fumble with his belt.
Considering the path his life seemed to have taken lately, this wasn't too unexpected, or alarming, after all, Luna had done the same thing pretty much, the evening before. At first, he thought it was Susan Bones, when he noticed a flash or crimson hair. However, alarm bells started ringing in his head when he regained enough senses to see the girl's hair was a very familiar shade of red, and that she was shorter than him. Younger than him.
This was not Susan.
The kiss finally broke as Harry felt his pants being unzipped and pushed down his legs as the girl that had ambushed him sank to one knee, panting heavily.
"GINNY!" he yelped.
"Quiet! This'll go a lot quicker without interruptions." She replied, as she pulled down his boxers and got her first look at him.
"Oooh…very nice." She purred as she gently took his half-erect shaft in-hand and started stroking.
Harry silently cursed. He was really beginning to hate this curse, and how it always seemed to leave him in at least a semi-state of arousal, almost constantly, even after 'taking care of things', his arousal wouldn't stay down for long, especially not with so many good looking girls walking around, with Hermione being at the top of the list. And Fleur certainly wasn't helping. He briefly remembered how gorgeous she'd looked, and how everything about her seemed to just scream sex.
For a brief moment, he wondered if a Veela had been the one to create the Gift of Aphrodite, but he wasn't sure, he figured he'd have to ask Fleur about it, if he had the chance. He just had to get out of this cupboard first.
He wasn't sure if it was the fact they were now a thing, but recently, over the last few days, he found almost everything Hermione did very arousing, he'd just never mentioned it to her.
'Guess I still have some hang-ups to work through…' he thought. Right now though, he had a bigger problem.
His reminiscing of his encounter with Fleur and his reminder of Hermione had hardened his shaft in Ginny's hand to the point where it was almost painful.
When he finally regained his focus and looked down, he could feel his body had warmed up significantly, and he was starting to sweat a little, and, he was standing in a broom cupboard with his pants round his knees, and a raging hardon inches from Ginny Weasley's face!
The girl he thought of as a surrogate sister was on her knees in front of him, slowly stroking his raging erection, staring at it in wide-eyed wonder, a look of pure lust and fascination painted across her freckled face as she stared, open mouthed.
"Oh my." She purred, licking her lips salaciously before looking up at him and grinning with pride.
"I knew you had to be big, but I had no idea. Thinking about me where you?"
'Absolutely NOT! Not in the slightest!' He thought. "I'm only average. And just what the heck do you think you're doing?" he said, as he made to push her away.
"Helping you, that is what you need, right?" she replied, as she started to lean forward, her mouth opening to take in the head of his shaft.
"I'm good thanks. And besides, that's not how this works. I'm supposed to go down on the girl, not the other way round, unless you're Hermione."
Ginny paused, momentarily scowling at the mention of her perceived rival.
"Pro tip Harry, don't mention another girl's name when one is about to give you a blowjob. It's not polite."
'Obviously.' He thought.
"Except you're not going to give me a blowjob Ginny. I'm fairly sure Hermione didn't give you a slip of parchment, which means, you're not supposed to be one of the ones offering to help me." He said, as he stepped to the side as she leaned forward, causing her to miss her target, almost. She still had a firm grip on him, so all he managed to do was angle himself rather uncomfortably. He all but jumped back when her lips momentarily made contact with his skin as he pushed her hand away and started pulling up his pants.
"You're too young to start the bonding. And even if you weren't, you're like a sister to me, it wouldn't feel right." He said.
Ginny scowled as she stood. "Fine then." She unceremoniously unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the floor, and Harry quickly looked away when he saw the bare skin of her hips, indicating she wasn't wearing any knickers, though he also caught a very brief glimpse of the bush she was sporting.
'What IS it about girls and going commando lately? It's like they're all expecting to get eaten out or something!' he ranted mentally.
While he had nothing against a girl having hair down there, he would at least prefer it to be trimmed.
'Au Natural isn't really my thing though.' He thought.
"Ginny, stop." He said, stepping away, turning his head.
Ginny scoffed, "What? Not good enough for you? You prefer a smooth snatch is that it?" She growled. Harry gave her a look, making sure to keep his gaze on her face.
"I did just say that I think of you as a sister, didn't I?" He replied as he pulled up his boxers and trousers. She actually had the nerve to roll her eyes at him and wave him comment off.
"You do know that all pure-blood families are interrelated, right?"
Harry shuddered, that meant he was likely related to Malfoy in some way, not the sort of thing he wanted to be made aware of. Though that did oddly enough help in killing his unwanted arousal, at least, partially. He then turned and drew his wand, unlocking the door.
"Besides, I figured I'd do my bit to help the Boy-Who-Lived." She smiled at him sweetly, at least, what she thought was a sweet smile, but to him, it looked predatory.
"Sorry Ginny, I'm not interested. And you're not supposed to be Bonding with me, not only because I don't want you to, but because Hermione doesn't either, and I'll bet neither do your family. Now I'll forgo telling Fred and George what you just tried to do, on the condition you never try this again."
He paused, then looked back at her over his shoulder.
"Oh, and one more thing. I am NOT the Boy-Who-Lived, he's just a fantasy you've been brought up to idolize, along with the rest of your generation. I'm not him. I'm sure there are stories out there about things I've done through out my life, but you should know better that those stories are lies. I spent the nine years of my life after my parents died, before I came here, living like a House Elf."
And before she could stop him, he opened the door and walked out, leaving a half naked, red-faced, confused and outraged Ginny staring after him in disbelief.
He made a mental note to himself to investigate if there were any stories about him and look them up.
-=-=-=-
Office of the Senior Under-Secretary, Ministry of Magic, London.
Dolores Umbridge closed the door to her office and walked to her desk, putting down the several sheets of parchment she had, all filled with copies of documents from Genealogy Department.
Her research had been…informative.
And her initial suspicions had been correct.
Tom Riddle, the self-styled Lord Voldemort, was a Half-Blood.
She had found no trace of any family called Riddle in the Hall of Records, going back as far as the records were kept.
So then she'd turned her efforts to looking up the descendants of Salazar Slytherin, while still trying to mentally decrypt Voldemort's middle name.
Eventually, she'd hit pay-dirt, with both.
The Gaunt family, with a Wizard named Marvolo as its last recorded Family Head.
She sat down then leafed through the pages, picking up several which had various details on Marvolo, including reports filed in the DMLE concerning his breaches of the SoS.
Marvolo Gaunt, father of Morffin and Merope. The former, a half-crazed and almost feral Wizard according to the few eye-witness reports of the head of the DMLE at the time who was visiting the house, who apparently spoke nothing but Parseltongue, and the latter, a Witch who was barely above a Squib.
Umbridge snorted as she read over the papers.
'What a disgrace.' She thought. 'Salazar would roll in his grave if he knew what his greatness had been reduced to.'
Though it galled her to admit it, the Gaunt Family would have to be removed from the list of Sacred Twenty-Eight for the crimes of it's last daughter.
While she might be a blood purist of the highest order, she wasn't an idiot. You didn't make it through seven years in Slytherin by being stupid. She was fully aware of the dangers of multiple generations of inbreeding within the Pure Blood families, Merope and Morffin were prime examples of that.
It was just easier to use the Mudbloods as a scapegoat.
She leafed through to another sheet and started reading what was written.
The Gaunt Family had once been proud and prosperous, quite well off in fact, but over the centuries, through either bad money making decisions or just plain bad luck, their fortunes had dwindled, until eventually, they had been reduced to a shack on the outskirts of a small muggle town called Little Hangleton, on the edge of an estate owned by the most wealthy family in the town.
A family of Muggles.
The Riddles.
"Disgusting." She muttered, though she had to admit, she couldn't fault Merope for doing what she'd done. The poor girl must have been desperate to escape her existence. Though the details concerning Tom Riddle Jr's conception were never written down, and so she did not know them, she could at least theorize.
Clearly Merope had wanted a better life, and had somehow caught the attention of Voldemort's father, but clearly it hadn't lasted past the discovery of her pregnancy, as Merope had disappeared after being disowned by her father and brother. Later records from the Department for Magical Education revealed that a young Tom Riddle had been living in an Muggle Orphanage, indicating that was where Merope had gone, where she had given birth, and perished, after naming him Tom, evidently.
From that, Dolores was able to work out the rest for herself.
'A young child learns he's a Wizard, wants to stand out, but clearly hates his own name. Obviously believed his muggle family abandoned him, as they clearly did. And so started a campaign supporting the Pure Blood Cause, even though he wasn't one himself. And most believed otherwise, simply because they assumed, or he lied. Likely both.'
She grit her teeth and scowled in fury, suddenly grateful she never took his mark during the last war. Then she thought of all those who foolishly pledged themselves to him, foolishly and blinding thinking he was one of them, when all along, he'd been a charlatan. A pretender. A liar.
A Half-breed.
If there was one thing Dolores Umbridge hated more than Mudbloods, it was Half-breeds, though she tolerated Half-bloods as a necesary evil in their world, other kinds of half-breeds, like Centaurs, or that half-giant Dumbledore protected, they were a different matter. But a Half-Blood leading Pure-Bloods? No.
A Half-breed like Voldemort had no business ruling Britain, and certainly not the Pure-Bloods!
And Voldemort had no right calling himself a 'Lord' either, certainly not by their standards.
A Lord, she knew, was the title given to the head of a Magical Family, usually, one old enough to be considered Noble at the very least, Ancient garnered more respect, and families that were considered both Ancient and Noble received the most respect from their peers.
The Gaunts, and the Riddles, were neither. Well, the Gaunts had been Ancient at least, but were certainly no longer Nobles by the time Marvolo was born.
Yes, her plans would have to move forward, and she would have to work at weakening Riddle's support base…maybe start with the ones in Azkaban…
Hogwarts, Classroom 7A, Seventh Floor, Arithmancy class.
In the Arithmancy classroom, on the Seventh Floor, Hermione tried to concentrate on the mathematical equation written on the chalk board.
She looked up at Professor Vector as she started talking again, pointing and tried to focus, but she couldn't.
She'd heard Lavender complaining about Harry refusing to let her help him the day before, though she hadn't said anything. She'd also heard through the gossip mill that Harry had been seen walking out of a broom closet only a short while after someone had dragged him in, only to be followed out a few minutes later by a flustered and mildly peeved looking Ginny.
She snorted to herself. She wanted to be surprised at Ginny's attempt, but she honestly wasn't. Though hopefully the crush she'd nursed for Harry would fade soon now the girl knew she didn't stand a chance.
She idly wondered if the Twins or Ron had heard about that little incident yet.
As she looked down at her work again, she started to imagine what it would look like to draw a rune array on Harry's naked body using something edible, like syrup or whipped cream, and how that would affect the runes and their empowerment. Hermione blinked as she tried to clear her head, and banish those thoughts. Now was not the time.
But she couldn't help it. She'd been horny all day, more so than usual, over the past week and a half. The last couple of days, particularly around mealtimes and just after, she'd been particularly randy. In fact, she hadn't really been able to focus on the conversations around her, and she'd just nodded aimlessly whenever someone talked to her. She was really starting to hate her cycle, not that she really liked it to begin with, but this amount of horniness was just outrageous!
She was a sophisticated girl, thank you very much, not some sex-crazed nymphomaniac who couldn't go more than five minutes without thinking about sucking off, stroking or fucking her boyfriend!
The fact that her other hand had already made it's way down under her robes and into her skirt to try and bring herself some relief didn't really help her case in that argument.
She was so distracted in fact, that she didn't even realize she'd been masturbating in class until a tremor of warmth and ecstasy that still didn't do anything to quench the fire burning between her legs spread through her abdomen, and she blinked in silent horror at what she'd just done, quickly looking around to see if anyone had noticed. They hadn't. She mentally groaned.
'Probably just the curse, my subconscious is probably just associating food with my need to "feed" now.'
She hoped that once they bonded, this rampant horniness they both seemed to be under now would alleviate, because if it didn't…they'd have to move to a private island somewhere in the tropics.
She'd even started ogling other students, even Susan! And she'd masturbated with Luna in the library, true, she hadn't noticed Luna had been doing it too until the other girl climaxed, but that was beside the point! She was not interested in girls. She wasn't. She was sure of it.
And yet, the last few times she'd looked at Susan, or even a few other girls in the Great Hall, usually around meal times, she couldn't help but ogle them.
She mentally groaned and rubbed her eyes with one hand, resting an elbow on the desk as she sighed. If this kept up, she'd be constantly horny at mealtimes, she just hoped she'd still be able to focus on eating.
'I wonder how Harry is doing in Divination…' she thought idly, her concentration on her work utterly ruined as she bit down on her tongue to stop a scream of frustration, as she felt heat and wetness pool in her crotch. Again.
Tuesday November 29, 1994.
Hermione tried to concentrate in History of Magic, but it was difficult, not only because Bins was his usual droning self, going on and on about Goblin rebellions, her thoughts also kept going to Harry, as well as several other students that she'd noticed during breakfast.
Particularly Susan, Daphne and even Luna. She'd also taken more notice of the girls in her own House, particularly Parvati and Lavender. She had no idea why she'd taken such interest in them, but for some reason, she'd been drawn to them, feeling her body warm and tingle as she looked at certain girls, and focused on various parts of their bodies. Particularly their lips and chests.
She wanted to scream, this was really starting to aggravate her. It was getting to the point that she couldn't look at another student without her arousal spiking while she mentally undressed them. More than once, she wondered if this is what Harry had to deal with when he was round any of them, or even Fleur.
She shuddered, she didn't want to think about how her body would react under the curse if she was in close-quarters with Fleur, and it was forcing her arousal even in the presence of beautiful women, which ironically, should have inspired fierce jealousy in her, not spikes of lust where she imagined burying her face in their chests or crotches, or having them do the same to her.
She made the mistake of looking at Harry next to her, who had covertly pulled out some homework and was working on that, rather than listen to Bins. Part of her wanted to reprimand him, but the rest of her understood his lackluster attention to the lesson. Especially since Bins never got her name right, or anyone else's.
Not for the first time, she wondered if there was any truth to the rumor that Binns had died of boredom listening to his own voice.
As she looked at her boyfriend, she felt her mouth water, along with her other lips, as she imagined crawling under his desk to suck him off in class, and take her sweet time doing it too. The fact that Bins probably wouldn't even notice, much less care, made the idea very appealing.
'God...if only I had his invisibility cloak on me...' she thought, wondering just how feasible it would be for her to use the cloak to give him an unexpected blowjob in public.
"You okay?" He whispered. Putting his left hand on her thigh. She bit her lip as a surge of need ran through her, and she opened her legs almost on reflex, but he didn't move his hand any higher, much to her frustration.
"Yeah." She lied. Why wasn't he moving his hand up? She was offering a free chance for him to finger her and he wasn't taking it!
"Hey, I was wondering if you could answer something for me." He said, his voice still a whisper as he continued to work, but not looking at her. Ron was sleeping, his head on his arms.
'If you're about to ask me to suck you to dehydration, or if you can finger my very wet fanny, the answer is YES to either or both!' Her rampant libido started to play havoc with her thought patterns.
"During the first task, when the Horntail turned her back on me, I...noticed something...odd. That I honestly hadn't been expecting to see." He said, his face darkening a little as he turned to look at her, his eyes widening as he saw the blatant lust burning in her gorgeous brown eyes as she looked at him, her lips swollen and full as she lightly panted. He idly wondered if she'd noticed the solid erection in his trousers, which was thankfully very easy to hide once he sat down, though it was making it difficult for him to concentrate.
"Odd how?" She asked, 'I don't give a damn! I just wanna be fucked! Seriously, what does a girl have to do to get LAID around here?!'
"Dragons are reptiles right? And with reptiles, everything is...well, inside, nothing on the outside, right?"
"Generally, yes. It's only mammals that have external generals that are separate from the end of the digestive system. Though that may also apply to sharks." Hermione panted, trying to focus her mind on the conversation, and not on the burning, almost painful heat between her legs. If it weren't for the numerous students around them, she would have already climbed into his lap and started riding him, most likely.
Harry's blush darkened. "Well, when she turned her back and raised her tail to inspect her eggs, I saw, at the base of her tail, she had...hum..."
"What?" She asked, curiosity now peaked.
"She had a pussy. An actual pussy, and ass. I could see both, I'm surprised no-one else saw it."
Hermione blinked in surprise. "What? You mean she had an actual vulva?" Disbelief colored her words as she tried to imagine what he'd seen, considering how big that dragon had been, and how she and the others watching hadn't noticed that, though to be fair, she'd been staring at him.
"Yes! It didn't look exactly like a human's, but it was damn close."
Hermione blinked. Of all the things for him to ask, that hadn't even been on the list. She'd honestly never given any thought to such things regarding Dragons, she'd just assumed since they were reptiles, that everything was internal, but apparently, at least with Horntail females, it was not. She began to ponder the matter further.
"What do you think?" He asked, she gave a light shrug.
"Well, I always assumed Dragons were cold blooded, but maybe they're not, at least not all of them. And if she did have external, separate genitals as you said, then those are clearly mammalian traits. It could be possible that Dragons, or at the very least Horntails, are what would be called Mammal-like reptiles: Reptiles with mammalian traits, though usually that's more subtle, like milk glands, or fur, or warm-blooded metabolism."
Harry thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Maybe worth researching, I guess."
She nodded, "I agree. Now take the open invitation I'm blatantly giving you, and get that hand between my legs and finger me!" She whisper-growled.
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Later that day, just after lunch, Hermione wandered the corridors in a sort of daze, she'd just come out of lunch, and her mind seemed to be only half functional. The arousal she'd been experiencing lately round about meal-times seemed to be getting worse. She'd actually staggered out of the Great Hall after lunch, saying she needed to use the bathroom, but that was just to get away from everyone, as she felt like she'd pounce on the next person she ran into and maul them.
It would not do her reputation any good for her to be seen making out with random students. Once again, she found herself cursing Draco, the curse, and her cycle.
Unfortunately, fate seemed to have it in for her that day.
"Hermione?" A voice asked behind her. She stopped, closed her eyes and grit her teeth. It was Susan. She turned to look at the other girl, and instantly regretted it.
The sight of Susan's full lips, her kind eyes, her round face, and the prominent forms of her large breasts that weren't quite hidden under her robes drew Hermione's attention, and she felt her own breasts tingle in response, felt her clitoris throb painfully between her labia, and felt her knickers get uncomfortably wet, as she felt her pussy pulse with desire for the other girl, in time with her heartbeat.
"Are you okay?" The red-head asked, coming closer.
Hermione started to pant with lust as the girl got closer, and she stumbled a little, almost losing her balance as her higher brain functions seemed to momentarily shut down, and all she could think about was kissing the other girl's full lips, squeezing and exploring her luscious breasts, and seeing if she was as smooth as Hermione herself was.
"Hey Susan..." Hermione said, her greeting coming out as a sensual purr.
Susan raised an eyebrow as she came to a stop in front of her friend. Perfect.
"Are you alri-mmMMPH!" Her question was interrupted by Hermione suddenly reaching forward and grabbing her, turning her and pushing her back against a wall, before pressing her own body against the Hufflepuff's, a shiver of pleasure running through her as she did so.
Susan was taken completely off guard, which meant her reactions were slowed down, which allowed Hermione's hands to start exploring as she pressed her mouth to her friend's, pushing her tongue into the other girl's mouth.
Caught completely by surprise, Susan moaned by reflex and gripped her friend's shoulders to push her back, then she felt Hermione trap one of her legs between her own thighs, then she started to erratically grind against her leg.
'Oh Morgana's saggy tits! What is she doing?!'
Both were so distracted by what was happening, that neither noticed the Slytherin girl watching them from down the corridor, smirking as she hid behind a wall outcrop.
This was very interesting, very interesting indeed.
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Later, after Dinner, Harry stepped into the Hospital wing, feeling exhausted. He hadn't fed all day, and although Susan and Daphne had approached him, he'd declined their offers to feed him, saying that he felt he needed to get to know them better as they were not in the same house. The girls had seemed a little disappointed, but had accepted his logic.
He'd finally decided to stop feeding from other girls, as he felt that he honestly couldn't keep it up. He felt like a vampire, or parasite. With Hermione, it was different, as she was getting as much as he was. And while he'd fed from Luna, like with Parvati, something had just felt…off, he didn't get the rush from them that he did from Hermione. Sure, he'd still tasted the same thing, but the fatigue and hunger hadn't really faded as he'd expected it to. Almost as if…it wasn't working as it should.
Now here he was, waiting from Pomfrey. He looked around, trying to remember how many times he'd been in the ward, but honestly couldn't count.
"Mister Potter, what can I do for you?" Poppy asked as she walked through the door, drawing her wand.
"I...I was wondering if you had anything in the way of stamina potions?" He asked a little nervously. Pomfrey raised an eyebrow.
"May I ask what for Mister Potter? You aren't having any...issues, are you?" She asked as she started running diagnostic charms on him.
"Well, no. It's just that, I was wondering if there was another way I could keep my strength up."
Pomfrey paused and regarded him, taking note of the readings that were slightly off.
"I'm not sure Pepper-Up potions will help you Mister Potter, I believe that book Miss Greengrass brought was quite clear on that."
Harry groaned in frustration. "There has to be something you can give me."
Pomfrey sighed and put away her wand.
"I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I?"
Harry shook his head.
"There has to be another option for me and Hermione."
Pomfrey paused, considering what he'd said. She regarded him sadly, not sure if there was anything she could do to help, the book had been quite clear: Stamina boosting potions and spells would not help him or Hermione keep their strength up, or stop them deteriorating. Only one thing would, for not at least, perhaps.
But she got the impression Harry didn't want to use that option anymore, if it came to him getting what he needed from anyone other than his girlfriend.
'It makes sense, the poor boy probably feels he's not being faithful to her, and she's been one of his most loyal supporters for years.'
"What's really bothering you Harry?" She asked.
Harry shook his head as he started to pace, looking frustrated, with himself or his situation, she wasn't sure.
"I feel like a parasite! I'm 'feeding' from these girls, taking from them, to survive, and they're not getting anything in exchange!" He ranted. She raised a brow.
"Not getting anything? How so? Considering what you have to do, I imagine they're definitely getting something out of it." She pointed out.
"You know what I mean. With Hermione, its different."