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Hermione Granger is breaking the rules. Again. Of course. it all started out as a simple, slightly naughty mistake, but now it turned into a daily habit. Therefore, there Hermione Granger was, the Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, breaking another Merlin-knows-how-many-rules in the darkness of the night.
It all started out during the second month of school. Hermione was in one place Harry and Ron were sure to find her if they cared to look. The library. After discovering (not without the use of the Marauder’s Map) that the library had a secret entrance of which Madame Pince-the librarian knew not of, the young witch spent long nights in the book sanctuary hungrily absorbing information. This was another night much like others, when during late hour Hermione used the privileges of the Head Girl - being able to be out later than others, to sneak in to the library. Heading for the tapestry on the second floor she stole a quick glance at the Marauders Map which Harry let her borrow. Seeing her tiny self on the map she neared the entrance. Following the appearing instructions of the map, Hermione tapped the tapestry lightly, with a barely-heard whisper “Vivat scientia”.
The tapestry budged inward revealing a wooden door with a creak that made Hermione’s heart race. The last thing she wanted to happen is to get caught. Barely breathing, the girl slipped in finding herself in the student-reading section. As quiet as humanly possible, she headed for the restricted section.
The young witch has taken a recent interest in amulets and now, under the cover of the night, was sitting in the furthest corner of the Restricted Section, almost completely hidden by books, examining a curious little object. It seemed to be a moonstone opal in the shape of a teardrop fixated in a simple silver necklace, shimmering like a lonely star under the light of an oil lamp. Hermione has received the pendant as a Christmas present from her parents, and whilst she knew the likelihood of the talisman holding any secret magic was next to zero she decided to run some simple tests. She has already tried several spells, starting with Aparecium to check for any hidden writing on the silver bail, clasp of stone fixator, but no such luck.
Absentmindedly flipping through an ancient copy of “Powerful Talismans and Amulets or How to Cheat Death” to the light of the flickering oil lamp she flicked her wand murmuring “Specialis Revelio”.
To her shocked surprise something did happen. Not with the elegant necklace, which the girl clutched with fear, but with what appeared to be a heavy marble pedestal with dry flowers. It began to change into a bookshelf. That was half the problem. The other half was that the low wooden bookshelf, which now stood firmly where the decorative piece was, was not empty. It was almost bursting with magazines and thin books.
Not just any reading material , as Hermione discovered. Picking up one at random, the girl flinched in surprise as she saw the material. Porno. Not the lame Playbook magazines and the silly pinups Hermione saw in the muggle world, these pictures were developed using the Motus Effigies solution. Taking a glance around, Hermione turned the page.
Ohhh, she could feel the pulsating hotness slowly starting between her legs as she looked onto the first picture. A man of great built was standing before a witch who was kneeling. The man had his hand tangled in the woman’s hair, guiding to take his manhood into her mouth. Hermione could feel her knickers getting wet as she watched the witch give the impressive manhood a lick and begin a erotical blowjob as she swirled her tongue around the man’s shaft, bobbing her head up and down, holding the base with one hand while the other rubbed her own dripping pussy.
Turning to the next scene, Hermione’s finger were tauntingly stroking her clit though her skirt, her body desperate for more touch. The next picture showed a different witch laying on her back on a low couch, with the man position over her, each leg on either side of her ribs, slowly fucking her great breasts, dragging his cock out between them and pushing back.
As Hermione continued to watch the scene play over and over again, her fingers found their way under the soft elastic of her knickers and were stroking faster and faster to match the rhythm of the man in the scene. Small muscle spasm passed through her thighs to her toes as the flipped the pages faster and faster, feeling herself get closer to the immensely pleasurable breaking point. She pleasured herself breathlessly as she reached the final page, showing yet other witch riding the man, his giant member sliding in and out of her slick pink womanhood. The girl's eyes rolled with pleasure as her hand hit the special bundle of nerves making her body shake.
Hermione’s back arched as she reached the searing orgasm. A second later she was breathing heavily, gasping for air.
It took her another half an hour to recover and compose herself. She put the magazine back onto the small bookshelf, tapping the wooden shelf with the whisper “Finite Incantatem”
Precisely seven minutes later Hermione Granger was in her bed, falling asleep with a satisfied smile on her face, the echo of that overwhelming pleasure.
The marble podium with dry, ugly flowers stood innocently under the moonlight in the library.
That was several weeks ago, yet this night found the Head Girl tapping the tapestry, and light as a feather, slipping in. It has become an addicting habit, for the the seemingly prudish Hermione Granger to come here every night, reaching her orgasms on the pillows and cushions of couch chairs in the reading spread, her legs spread, and small moans escaping her lips.
Another magazine was laying beside her, but she was not looking at it. Her skin felt hot, yet crawling with goosebumps despite the softly lit fireplace filling the room with soft crackling. Her eyes were almost completely closed, the eyelids fluttering as she slowly fingered herself wet. Her body, taut as a bowstring was basking in waves of pleasure.
A second later her body was screaming in shock. A large hand covered her mouth, as other arm lifted her off the couch, pressing her back into whoever was gripping her. She struggled as she felt the hand that lifted her up snake its way under the hem of her skirt, under her knickers and over her slick fingers starting to gently stroke her wetness.
“So wet” a dark voice whispered into the crook of her neck as Hermione felt the draw of sharp teeth on her tender skin.
She tried to scream, tried to struggle tried to bite just to escape.
“So….innocent” another hiss before she heard “Obscuro” and felt and blindfold settle over her eyes.
The man (for Hermione knew it was a man from the deep growling voice) almost dragged her off to somewhere. She continued to struggle against the iron grip but to no avail. One hand was still firmly placed over her mouth, whilst the second would slip to her breast or her arse to grope her, or to partially carry her each time she had enough strength to fight the grasp.
The struggling child felt the man take several flights of stairs down; the cold air began giving her exposed skin goosebumps. Finally she felt herself being dragged into a room, slightly warmer than wherever she was just dragged from. She jerked several time trying to get herself free, desperately trying not to cry. Her mind frantically searching itself on what to do. The fear came split moments later.
“Lucius,what are you?-” a rich deep voice.
“Shhh Severus. I brought you a little present” the voice behind her growled deeply.