A/N: I haven't the slightest idea why I wrote this, I just know I no longer have writer's block so I'm not gonna chance it. Expect plenty of errors as this story is un-beta'd and I haven't read OOtP (or any of the other Harry Potter books) in quite some time.
Future femme-slash between the OC and Hermione… just wanted to warn you all now. If you're unfamiliar with my work, you'll find that this story will be riddled with all kinds of bizarre, kinky stuff 'cause that's just how I roll.
"Love, like Fortune, favours the bold." ―E.A. Bucchianeri.
Another day, another problem; Hermione had barely been a prefect for a month and she was already tired of it. If it wasn't the gullible first-years setting off one of the Weasley twins pranks in the halls, it was Fred and George themselves running amok; between chasing pranksters up the halls like a madwoman and locking horns with her rival, Pansy Parkinson who was just reveling in the fact that she could now make others squirm with her newfound prefect-status, Hermione was losing her mind.
It didn't help that, between managing all the Gryffindor underclassmen and keeping the Slytherins from terrorizing everyone else, Hermione scarcely had any time for studying or hanging with Harry—not that he really minded, though, what with Cho Chang being on his mind 24/7 since they started going out.
Now, as the bushy-haired witch rushed down the hallway, ordering people from her path as she swept by with a sense of overwhelming urgency, she not only worried about the dire situation at hand, but also the quality of her schoolwork; though, her grades had not yet suffered, Hermione wondered if she was making her reports detailed enough for her professors were beginning to skim through them.
As her pace rapidly accelerated from a brisk stroll to a full-on run, Hermione darted by Ron and nearly shoved him into the wall as she stumbled to avoid hitting the second-years he was being chatted up by. "Sorry!" She called over her shoulder, steps faltering momentarily as she tried to regain her stride.
"Oy, have you got a screw loose or somethin'?" Ron shouted back, stepping away from his charges to get a better look at Hermione as she gradually disappeared amongst the throngs of students heading to-and-fro their designated classrooms.
Hermione waved her hand hastily, hoping to dismiss Ron. "No time to talk; trouble with the girls' bathroom. See you at lunch." She assured before cutting down another hallway and disappearing from sight completely.
Ron look perplexed. "Huh? Girls' bathroom...?"
"Are you going after her?" One of the second-years asked, eyes wide and curious behind large wire-rimmed glasses. "Hermione's lookin' bad; I reckon she's gonna need another wand if whatever's going on is enough to get her running."
"She looked fine to me." Ron said as he scrunched his face up; after mentally processing the underclassmen's words, he groaned and took off after Hermione. "I really hate this prefect thing," he complained under his breath as he went.
It took Ron a bit to relocate Hermione but when he did, she was at McGonagall's office panting and shouting meekly at the pulled-up door. "Professor, the... the girls'... bathroom!" She wheezed pathetically.
The redhead, breathing hard himself, approached the door and together with Hermione shouted: "Professor McGonagall!" To which they received no reply.
"Bollocks," Hermione swore under her breath before whipping around on her heel and starting off in the direction she came.
"Wait, where are you going?" Ron huffed.
Hermione paused, turning to face Ron with anger and dissatisfaction etched into her features. "Professor Snape's office." She informed curtly. "Someone has got to be in; if not Professor McGonagall, than it has to be Snape!"
"What's going on? What's so bad that'd you'd go running to SNAPE for help?" Ron asked looking incredulous.
Hermione threw her hands up, groaning testily before she launched into a short explanation of the events that transpired which ultimately culminated with her being here and needing Snape or someone's help. "You know Rhiannon MacIntyre, right, the 6th year from Ravenclaw?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, I remember Ann."
"Well, her kid-sister, Keira, hexed one of the toilets in the girls' bathroom and she thought she'd fix it before someone found out and told on her." Hermione explained, talking a mile a minute as she wrung her wand in her clammy grip. "Now she's trapped in the stall with... Merlin knows what that thing is and I've got to get one of the Professors to help get her out!"
"Is that all?" Ron looked unimpressed. "Keira's not all too good with magic; what's the worst she could do?"
The tentacle bound around Rhiannon's ankle squeezed especially hard as the witch struggled to free herself from its slimy hold. "Augh, Hermione, somebody, please! Help!" Rhiannon screamed, hands reaching out and gripping the top of the stall to keep from falling over. Tentacles flailed from the very depths of the toilet, soaked with fluids most viscous, all reaching out to coil around its prey: her.
Capturing Rhiannon's waist, the moist tendrils held fast onto her as they wiggled and writhed mindlessly. A monster worthy of Lovecraftian lore and all it wanted to do was cuddle; Rhiannon counted herself lucky, knowing how sadistic Keira's magic creations tended to be.
Laughing involuntarily as a few errant tentacles slid under her arms and across the surprisingly ticklish backs of her knees, Rhiannon called out again: "Hermione! Come on, I'm getting tired!" Moving with the tentacles as they pulsed and wiggled around her, Rhiannon tried not to focus on the feeling of fatigue that set upon her.
Standing on the rickety rim of the toilet being molested by an oily, faceless creature? Yeah, not how anyone would want to spend the intermission between classes; especially when your next class was Potions and there was no way you could clean yourself up fast enough to not get in trouble with Snape.
Ah, bollocks, isn't Snape the reason Keira did this in the first place? The potions master calling her a talentless squib 'cause she was unsuccessful with the sleeping draught put the young witch into such an ill-humor, and the third-year had been on a mean-streak of hexing and hiding other students' valuables since then.
Nothing, it seemed, was able to cheer her up. Except word that her good-for-nothing older sister was ensnared by her hex and was now being held hostage by it.
Shuddering as a tentacle found its way up her shirt to strain against the remaining buttons that held it closed and her sweat-dampened brassiere, Rhiannon hoped like hell that McGonagall would give her sister a lashing or something akin to one. Somehow, expulsion never crossed Rhiannon's mind even as other, more nefarious, punishments did.
A sound caught between a shriek and a hiccup escaped Rhiannon's mouth as the tentacle climbing up her shirt wrapped around her neck; not too tight but just enough to have her worried. Just what in the bloody hell was Rhiannon thinking when she thought she would will away this unholy creature with just a simple spell or two? It's no wonder all the damned thing had to do was swat her wand out of her hand to disarm her; Rhiannon didn't plan ahead enough for the scenario to have played out differently.
Cursing her own lack of forethought, Rhiannon squealed when a tentacle boldly slipped its way up her skirt to coil around the uppermost portion of her thigh. Shit, they weren't even on a given-name basis and already it was groping her in places not even her ex was allowed to touch!?
"Hold on there, Mate, you don't at least wanna buy me coffee first?" She asked; voice pitchy and broken as more tentacles moved to join the one up her skirt.
Feeling the chilled fleshy mass moving against her panty-line brought a flush of crimson heat to her face. Letting go of the stall with one hand, Rhiannon hastily reached down to swat them away. "Oy, stop that!" She panicked, gripping one of the slippery tendrils only to have it slip from her grasp.
"Stop it!" She repeated more firmly as the monster pulled her legs open, clearly interested in what lie betwixt them. "Help!" Rhiannon shouted as her legs were pried apart. "HERMIONE!?"