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The day had been long, and boring. Not to mention uneventful, fruitless, and depressing. My cubicle at work was beginning to get to me. Going to the office, sitting in the same grey four little walls every day, and staring at the computer screen while typing up report after report and sending it up the line was just... tedious. It was dull.
It was my life.
I hated it. After work, I walked down the same hallway, talked to the same people, all as bored and dull and uninterested in this business as I was, and out into the same grey parking lot, looking up at the same grey clouds that seemed to perpetually hang out overhead, and drove my same... yep, you guessed it... grey family-oriented minivan home. To go into my same house, meet my same wife, who had the same complaints as she did literally every other day, before I finally came to the highlight of my day.
And, I wish I could at least say that this highlight was mine, and mine alone, but she was growing up. She spent more time with her friends, or on her phone, or doing just about anything besides spending time with her boring old dad. She came and gave me the usual hug hello, and asked me how my day had been. I would smile for her, and tell her it was fine, just another day at the office, and ask about her own. She would tell me some quick story about school, or something funny one of her friends had done, and then she was off, picking up her phone and going back to texting someone else. Someone interesting.
Someone that mattered.
Once upon a time, I had been a happier man. I had married a beautiful, lovely young wife, and we had settled here in the suburbs with big dreams. Dreams of remodeling the home, making it bigger and better, dreams of having a couple kids to fill our days with activities and delight. What had happened to that, you may ask. Well, I would tell you the same thing that happens to everyone that has these types of dreams: taxes. Real life. A mortgage. We had bills that had to be paid, and so I got the first, best paying job I could find. I had started out as a customer service advocate, handling inquiries for a company that was just getting off the ground. I had done so well at that, they had moved me up the ladder quickly, until I landed in corporate headquarters. Now, all I did all day every day was file the reports that people handed up to me, put them in order, and send them up the ladder some more. Sure, I made decent money, which is why I kept it up. But it was a deadend, stale position. I had went as high as I could go. And now, I was firmly stuck there, unable to move up and advance because I couldn't pay for it, unable to go down because I couldn't afford it.
Life. Was. Shit.
I tossed my jacket on the chair, listening to my wife ramble on about how this needing tending to, or that needed looked at. I kept to myself my thoughts about what she did all damn day that was so important that she couldn't mow the lawn, or call a serviceman to come out and replace the fuses for the laundry room. I know she wasn't cheating on me; we were both too dull to even try to imagine that type of lifestyle. And our sex life reflected that. It was nonexistent, these days. We hadn't had sex in over a year. Many people would cringe at that. Me? I found it as a type of blessing in disguise. My wife had put on weight since having Faith, my beautiful baby girl. The only light in my life. She had put on weight, and stopped taking care of herself... now her figure was more round than it was anything else, and she had marks and everything else on her face from acne that she had stopped trying to control.
Even my daughter recognized this, and once asked me why I didn't leave mom. Why I didn't take her somewhere else, get her a new mom, one that would be adventurous and go out with us again. How could I tell it her that it was because I was a coward? What woman would ever be interested in a middle aged man stuck in a corporate office forty hours a week, sometimes more, making a menial salary and just getting by in the “average” American household?
After a pretty non-descript dinner, I headed to my office, to power up my PC and see what I could find to distract myself for the hour or so before bed. My wife left me alone, as usual, so I closed my door, and sat in my comfy chair, and powered it up. Now. A lot of people would call me a nerd, but I liked a lot of different things, and read a lot of books. I had read my daughter the Harry Potter series, for example, when she was still just a little girl, and she had grown up loving them with me. So, I had developed a bit of a soft spot for Harry Potter, and Star Wars, and several other “nerdy” things. Games, movies, books... I did it all. So, I flipped through some of my media library on my PC before picking “Chamber of Secrets” from Harry Potter, and bringing it up on the screen, began to read where I had left off a few nights before.
How I wished... just for once, my life could be like theirs. That there was something fantastic, and whimsical left to explore. How I wished that I could jump into a different life in its entirety, and leave behind this dull existence. Maybe one day... I would find a way to leave my wife, and take my beautiful little girl... teach her what life really was like.
Many people would call my love for my daughter somewhat inappropriate. I didn't love her just like a father normally loves his children. Oh no... I loved her. In every sense of the word. I loved her face, her voice, her eyes and her lips. When she sat on my lap, I had to be careful lest she feel something else that wanted to partake in her small, beautiful body. She gave me daydreams that made me hard as a rock. I loved her, and I wanted her.
I was a sick man.
I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing hard for an escape. I just wanted to DO something exciting for once... wanted to BE someone exciting! I wanted to be someone that my little girl looked up to and adored, like she did every single Harry Potter character... even Gilderoy Lockhart....
With a heavy sigh, I clicked to the internet, and pulled up a search window, typing in a random whim, I put in “get a new life” and hit enter. The first result piqued my interest, so I clicked on it. “Start fresh here, every day control something new!” the ad read. I scrolled down. It was just a file? Something you downloaded, that gave you access to “multiple universes of your choice. Choose one, or choose many! It's all up to you!”
I scoffed a laugh, but something kept me scrolling and reading more. There weren't any reviews for the product—obviously because it's some scam—but still.. there was something... intriguing about this. I clicked on the “download” link, and a file popped up, downloading almost instantly. I ran the installation, and a new window came up, asking me to type in my name. What's in a name? I asked myself, gave a mental shrug, and typed it in. Now, if it started asking for personal information and credit cards, I would hit the panic buttons and roll the system right back, but for now... why not see what this could do? It couldn't hurt to just look, right?
I clicked on next, and it came up with a huge list of “common universes” to choose from. There were all sorts of topics listed; Star Wars, Harry Potter, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Marvel, DC Comics, Game of Thrones... you name it, it was showing up on here. And there was still another window in the corner called “Custom! Create your own!”
I scrolled around for a bit, then gave another mental shrug, and clicked on Harry Potter. It popped up another huge list of every conceivable character from the entire series. There were two seperate windows up on the top as well, one listed “Movieverse,” that had a picture of the starring cast of the movies, and another listed as “Bookverse” and had an animated image of Harry and Hermione sitting together, wands in hand.
Remembering my last thought about Lockhart, I scrolled down to his name, and clicked.
The entire screen flashed black, then pure white. A hand outline came up on the screen, and the words “place your palm here” scrolled across the screen. Amused, I followed the instructions, raising my right hand, and placing it within the outline. It was weird that the outline exactly matched my hand print, I noticed... then the tingling began, and the screen began to pulse. I blinked as I realized it was pulsing in time with my heartbeat, and it began to accelerate. What in the hell was going on...? I went to pull my hand back, but couldn't... the pulsing sped up. The whiteness increased... the screen became everything...
* * * * * * *
Lockhart blinked as he glanced around. He was standing in... Diagon Alley! He would recognize this anywhere, and he had never actually been here before. That was strange. He glanced down at his hands, and started again. He was wearing robes! Wizard robes! He reached inside the left breast of his robe, and found his wand. He... he was in Diagon Alley. He was Gilderoy Lockhart. And.. he was a wizard! With a simple thought, he cast a nonverbal summoning spell at a pebble on the road before him, and it zipped into his hand without issue. A broad smile ran over his features.
He wasn't sure how, but that program had absolutely worked wonders. He smiled, and walked forwards, heading towards the book store. He remembered now; he was supposed to be doing a book signing there. And if he also recalled correctly, that meant Harry, Hermione, and the other Weasley children would be showing up. Along with the Malfoys, and... the book! The secret diary of Tom Riddle. The entire plotline for the second story started here, and here he was, to see it in person!
He whistled a tune to himself as he stepped into the shop, and allowed things to progress, acting normally, almost on a sort of “auto-pilot.” It was curious, how he knew both things. It was strange, looking around and seeing all the happy witches and wizards looking at him, but at the same time, it was amazing, feeling so in control. Happy words rolled off of his tongue, until he saw them. Harry, and the others! He called Harry up, and had his photo shoot with the boy. He spotted the swooning faces of Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger, and a sudden, delicious thought popped into his head.
This wasn't real. Not like real life, anyway. He could do anything he wanted here... and Hermione here was the same age as his daughter, Faith, back home. He could seduce her. He could make her his. He could act out the one thing in his life he had always wanted to... a plan uncoiled in his head, and he smiled brightly, signed more books, and waited.
It wasn't long before it happened; the Malfoys came in, and caused their scene. Lockhart slipped over to Hermione, and grabbed her shoulder in a light grip, gently pulling her back against him as he watched the little confrontation. She looked up at him and smiled so prettily. He smiled back, and gave her a little wink, touching her cheek with the backs of his fingers, and gave her little shoulder a squeeze. She seemed to get even closer to him, and he couldn't resist, as he moved her around behind him, he let his hand graze across her chest, feeling the swelling on her chest where her breasts were beginning to grow. Hermione didn't even seem to notice the contact, starstruck as she was with Lockhart taking a personal interest in making sure she was safe throughout this little ordeal.
All too quickly, it came to an end, and he watched Malfoy slipped the black book into Ginny's possession. What he wouldn't give to have five minutes with it, to speak with Tom Riddle himself, to find out his motivations, the things that no other reader would be able to access...
“Apologies for the interuption today, Miss...?” he let it trail off in a question, feigning ignorance.
“Granger. Hermione. Hermione Granger,” she said, blushing, and held up her hand.
He took it, performing a sweeping bow, and pressed her fingers ever so slightly to his lips, making her blush deepen and a giggle escape from her pretty little lips. “Miss Granger. You are a student of Hogwarts?”
She nodded. “Second year.”
“Lovely. You'll have to allow me to make up for this... display,” he said, shooting a disapproving glance at the parties involved in the little showdown, “once you get to school. You will, won't you?”
She nodded, still starstruck and amazed. He smiled broadly at her, and once again brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Until then, Miss Granger... I'll be looking forward to it.”
Oh yes. Yes he would.
* * * * * * *
Classes started with their usual hubbub. And no one in the school was the least bit unimpressed with their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Warrick had read the books several times over. He had studied their reference material to gain a deeper understanding, and spent countless hours playing the games, reading fanfiction, interviews, and other material based around the same universe. So when it came to spells, he was nearly a wizard himself. Combine his knowledge with the surprisingly lacking Lockhart's, and he found himself a master of the arts within an hour.
For his first few classes, he wowed, dazzled, and impressed his students with advanced spell displays and featured things in his classes that they had never dreamed of seeing before. So, it was with little surprise that when Miss Granger and her trail of two boys showed up, she picked a front row seat for the class, all adoring eyes as he began his same routine for this class. By the end of it, even the boys who had seemed far more skeptical of him than anyone else were impressed, and voiced their desire to see more in the next class. He assured them they would, and asked Hermione to stay a moment longer.
She remained seated until everyone else was out, shooing away Ron when he hesitated to leave without her, and then smiled at him brightly as he came and sat on the corner of her desk in front of her.
“Miss Granger. A delight to have you in class. You have quite the reputation amongst the staff here, you know.” He smiled at her, folding his hands on his knee.
“I do?” she asked innocently.
He nodded. “Oh yes. 'Brightest witch of her age' is a saying quite common about you.” He leaned down a little closer to her. “I have an idea, and a proposal for you. But we don't quite have the time to go over it now. Would you agree to come meet me here, in my office for supper? I'll have the Elves prepare us something special. And don't worry; I've already cleared it with the Headmaster.”
She blushed hotly, and nodded, looking down shyly. He smiled broadly. This was going oh-so-perfectly. “Excellent! Then I shall see you tonight. For now, enjoy the rest of your classes, Miss Granger. I hope you find this term an excellent one.”
“Oh, I'm sure I will!” she said, and hurried out to her next class.
The rest of the day passed in a bit of a blur for Lockhart. He was confident and sure of himself in a way that the character had never been, and it showed in the mannerisms and reactions of the students around him. But, as the day passed, he found himself ever-more focused on the night approaching. He had a solid plan, and he was sure it would work... it was hard to distract himself from the anticipation of having a fantasy become reality—in at least one sense of the word.
But, when dinner time came, a soft knock came at the door, and all nerves and anticipation evaporated in a smooth state of serene calm and confidence. He called for her to come in, and she did, shutting the heavy classroom door behind her. He had set up a couple tables together, and the House Elves had indeed prepared them a special meal. He waved for her to take a seat, which she did, folding her skirt under her thighs and sitting properly, like a lady, her knees pressed together.
He couldn't wait to be between her pale, slim thighs, to hear the sounds she'd make for him...
“Good evening, Miss Granger. Please, have a bite to eat before we begin the business talk.” He smiled brightly at her, and she returned it, pulling her plate closer and sampling a couple of the dishes before laughing softly to herself and setting her silverware down.
“I'm sorry, Professor, but honestly curiosity is driving me to distraction. I can't even focus on the food! Can you please tell me what you have for me?”
He laughed, and wiped his mouth with his napkin, leaning back in his chair. “Very well, Hermione. I have a grand idea, to further both of our talents. You are, they say, the brightest, and quickest witch, not only for your class and year, but for the school. You have the abilities that some seventh years still work hard at. That is what I need! Natural talent, that I can help shape and guide. I would like to take you on as my personal apprentice, to train you, to guide you in a way I can no other student here.”
“Me?” she said, her cheeks burning hot. “But... why me?”
“I already told you, my dear,” he said, leaning forward, folding his hands together and resting his chin atop them, elbows perched on the table. “You are brilliant. I want to help you.”
“I... I don't know what to say,” she said, looking around.
“Why, it's simple. Say yes, of course!” he laughed. “There's no reason not to. And, as I said, I've already gathered the Headmaster's permission for this. There's just one small condition.”
“What is it?”
“An oath. You'll have to take a magically binding oath to not speak of the apprenticeship to anyone else. We can't be seen to be playing favorites, or the like. As well, some of the magic I will be teaching you is technically advanced magic that you would not be learning inside the castle walls otherwise. The oath is just to prevent others from becoming jealous if you were to make an off-hand comment or the like.” He smiled reassuringly at her.
“Oh.” Her face took on a thoughtful cast, and she fiddled with the hem of her skirt for a moment, before looking up and smiling. “That sounds logical. I agree.”
He smiled, and stood. “Excellent. Let's go ahead and get that out of the way then, shall we?” he pulled out his wand, waving it in a complicated pattern and casting the beginning of the spell over the pair of them. Non-verbally, he added the bindings to the spell, and took her hand in his own, turning her chair to face him and kneeling in front of her, taking her hand in his.
“Now, just read this parchment outloud, and then sign at the bottom. Speaking it binds you to it, signing it merely puts it on record.”
She nodded, and read it quickly, surely, then signed her name at the bottom quickly. He grinned, and with a flick of his wand sent the parchment to a locked drawer within his desk. “Excellent, and thank you, my young apprentice. Let us begin your training immediately. I'm going to teach you a complicated spell; this spell will alert me, no matter where either of us are in the world, that you need me, and I will come to you at once. Now, stand up, and take out your wand.”
She stood, and he rose behind her, running his hands down her arms. He had already repocketed his wand in a flash, and so smoothing his palms across her shoulders and down her arms, he could feel every fiber of her clothing and the warmth of her body through the clothing with every touch. He directed her movements, walking her through the wand movements at least three times, to make sure she had it... and to prolong the feeling of her little body pressed against his front, his hands around her wrists.
Then he turned her to face him, and had her perform the movements again, watching her eyes, she blushed as she met his gaze and he gave her a dazzling smile, then he sat down, turning her and pulling her back to his chest, reaching around her again to guide her movements for the next set of motions. “This is complicated,” she stated, as he showed her the entire thing.
He smiled, and idly rested one hand against her stomach, holding her against him just faintly. She turned her head to look at him and her cheeks were still pink, but there was a smile on her lips. “Yes, it is. But, you'll get fast at it, and be able to do it in less than a moment.” He winked at her, and she tuend back to her movements, practicing moving through them again. He reveled in the feel of her young body against his, and put both hands on her sides, holding her against him. He could feel the swell of her bottom, the developing dips of her waist under his hands, the heat of her breath... she felt divine against him. He wanted to feel more, to see more, to do more. She bit her lip as she focused, and he inhaled her sweet fragrance. She smelled faintly of shampoo and a small bit of soap, but mostly of her, of young female, and that scent was enough to drive his senses into overdrive. He could feel his manhood stiffening in his pants, and knew that his patience was about to be rewarded.
“The last part of this is quite simple,” he showed her the last bit, then smiled. “Now, all you have to do while performing this spell, is think about me.”
“About you?”
“Yep. Generally, it's easiest to find a feature on the person in question that you find... well, attractive. And if you can... link a strong emotion to it, that's even better.”
“A.. strong emotion?”
He smiled. “Perhaps I should show you something else before we finalize this spell. Come to my office.”
He stood and led the way up the small staircase and into the back room. He stepped aside, letting her in, and then shut the door quietly behind her. She stood in the middle of the room, and he came up behind her, settling his hands on her shoulders.
“I never thought I would be so blessed,” he said quietly.
“Blessed?” she echoed.
“Oh yes. To have a beautiful young girl such as yourself as my apprentice. To guide you in so many ways of life...”
“Oh,” she said softly as he began to softly rub her shoulders. “I want to show you everything, Hermione. May I... teach you something that masters often show their apprentices? It is soon, I know, but we need to form a bond. We need to be connected, you and I, on a magical, primal level.”
She nodded, and deftly, he slipped off her outer robes, leaving them in a pool around her feet as he softly rolled his shoulders under his hands. “I think I would like that...”
“You will not only like it, dear, precious Hermione... you will enjoy it. It will give you pleasure such as you have not experienced in your life. And you will become mine by the end of it.” He bent behind her, and softly kissed her cheek. She turned to look at him, her lips parted, and he couldn't resist. He kissed her lips, felt her melt into his arms, and kissed her more deeply, slipping his tongue between their lips, into her mouth. Hers jerked as he rubbed his own against it, but as she learned and adapted, it curled around his own, caressing it back as he explored her mouth leisurely. He turned her in his arms, and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up effortlessly as he rose to full height, one arm around the small of her back, the other grabbing one leg, bringing it up around his waist. She caught on quickly, and wrapped both legs around him, pushing her skirt up high around her thighs. He walked her backwards, quickly raising the height on his desk to set her on the edge so they were the same height without ever stopping kissing her.
When he pulled back for a moment, she put both of her hands on his chest, and toyed with his shirt, her cheeks pink. “That's not very.. student and professor like, is it...”
“We're no longer student and professor, my beautiful girl. We are master and apprentice.” He kissed her nose, her cheek, and her forehead, rubbing her back with one hand. Then he stepped back and reached down, taking a leg in each hand, holding her thighs apart and sliding his hands under her skirt. “And it will be very.. sexual...” he kissed her again, and she pressed against his mouth, kissing him back hungrily. When they parted again, she was breathing much faster, her neck flushed.
“Are you going to make love to me?” she asked innocently.
He smiled up at her. “Yes, I am. And I will mark you as mine, after. He unbuttoned her shirt with one hand, and pushed it open. She was wearing a small training bra underneath, and he took that off quickly as well, pushing her back to recline on his desk, he tilted her head up and kissed down her neck, licking from one shoulder to the other, then down her chest to one of her small breasts. They were topped with small nipples, which were a tender pink. She bit her lip and looked down to watch him as he licked one, flicking her nipple with his tongue, and then moved to the other, sucking it into his mouth. She gave a soft moan, her small body jerking with the sensation. His hand under her skirt moved up until he felt her panties, and he traced around her leg and along their edge with his finger, feeling her heat up. He sucked on her breast harder, breathing in her clean, pure scent of young girl, and moaned, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk with his other hand, pressing her groin against his body, feeling her sex's heat through their clothing.
“You are so perfect,” he murmured, licking up her chest before kissing her hard. She kissed back just as hard, moaning into his mouth as his tongue invaded her mouth again, curling her own around it and sucking on it. He slipped to his knees, the desk shrinking with him slightly to put her at the perfect height, her midsection at his face, and he lifted her skirt up, exposing her panties. She bit her lip again, and put her heels up on the desk on each side, legs spread wide, her bottom perched right on the edge.
Nuzzling against her inner thigh, he marveled at how smooth her skin was, how flawless her body, how fresh and pure her scent... even the scent of her arousal was spicy and clean, and made his body clench with desire, his cock throbbing with the want of being buried in her young, tight, pussy. He urged her to lift her bottom for a moment and reached under her, peeling her panties down, and slid them up her legs, holding them together and pointing them straight up. When he gently urged them over her shoes, he held her ankles together and held them straight up still, looking down at her bottom curved so deliciously, her pussy slit exposed and so tight looking from this angle. “Keep your legs like this,” he said to her, and she reached up, holding them in place with one hand as he knelt back down and lowered his face to her, breathing in her spicy sweet smell again before licking the crease of her thigh where it met her hip on each side of her wet little slit.
She bit her lip harder and he could hear her breathing quicken even more, then his tongue was sliding into that young, innocent little sex, tasting her wetness, exploring the small ridges and folds of that divine little pussy. Hermione moaned, trying to press her hips upwards while still keeping her legs upright and together. He licked down her slit, to the bottom, and pushed her back more, so she was laying flat on the desk, and pulled her bottom forwards more, pushing her cheeks apart and running his tongue down to her other hole, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then licking from hole to hole, sliding his tongue around between her lips, making her pant and moan.
Finally, unable to bear a single second more, he stood up, the desk magically heightening with him, and pulled her legs apart, setting her heels back on the edge of the desk. He waved his hand, and his clothes vanished. He leaned over her, his cock rubbing against her smooth skin, and kissed her, sliding his tongue still wet with her juice into her mouth. She sucked on it hard, tasting herself, finding the flavor delicious, and licked his lips as he pulled up.
“Are you ready, my sweet, sexy little apprentice?” he asked, and gently nudged her pussy's entrance with his cock. She nodded, and he began to push inside of her. She was impossibly tight, as tight as only a young girl could be, but he grit his teeth and slid more of his cock into her, hitting her virgin barrier and pushing right through it. She yelped as he did so, but before she knew it, he was buried to the hilt inside of her, his hands running all over her body. She moaned and arched into his touch as he played with her nipples and stroked her sensitive sides before moving within her, sliding his cock in and out slowly, fucking her at a nice steady pace on his desk. She whimpered and moaned, pushing against him harder as he slowly began to pick up the pace.
She came quickly, already highly stimulated from his oral activities, and feeling her little pussy spasm around his hard cock was enough to make him cum as well, unloading deep inside of her little passage, filling it completely with his cum.
As they came down from the sexual rush and high, he slipped a leather choker around her neck, and sealed it in place with a press of his finger. It glowed a vibrant violet for a moment, then faded into normality.
She blinked, tracing the edges of it with her fingers. He kissed her lovingly, and got redressed slowly, sitting in his desk, admiring her naked body draped over his desk. He would have to do this much, much more often with her, build up his endurance. He wanted to fuck her again already, but decided to wait. Anticipation was half the fun, after all. Perhaps he could find a way to fuck her in front of her friends, without them knowing? A magically controlled vibrator, that he could psychically link to, perhaps? Food for thought.
“Go ahead and go back to your room for tonight. Remember the spell I taught you. If you ever need me, cast it. Think strongly of me, and I will feel it. And I will be there for you a moment later. Do you understand?”
She nodded sagely, and he took her panties in his hand, then smiled and tucked them into his pocket, and summoned her a fresh pair from her room with a wave of his wand. He handed her the clean pair. “This pair will be my... keepsake, of our first moment together.”
“What is this?” she asked, fingering the choker around her neck.
“It is the mark of your apprenticeship,” he said.
“I thought I wasn't supposed to speak of it with anyone else,” she said at once.
“Correct. You aren't. Those that know will see it and know it for what it is. It is enchanted, after all. Those that don't, won't see it at all. So, no unusual questions.” He smiled, and kissed her again, and bade her a good night. It had been a fantastic day.