It was a dark, cold night. Hermione clutched her sweater and her arms
closer to herself. "OMG it's cold out!!!11" she yelled to nobody in
paritukular.
She didn't know why she had gotten out of bed? Butl. she had felt the urge, while lyihng in her dormitory with the other Gryffindor girls, to go into the forbidden forest. She hadn't entered it in years, just the outskirts a few times. The forest was extremely dangerous, yet despite knowing this something in her midesction guided her forward.
As she passed Hagrid's hut, she felt the longing increase. "OH MANZ I RELALY SHOULD GO BACK IT'S DANGEROUS" she said to herself but who could lsiten?!
Suddenly a harsh wind blew up. She clutched her cloak closer to herself and began to run for what she now viewed as the safety of the trees. As soon as she entered the woods, the wind died down and she immediately felt warmer.
Without knowing what her intentions really were she began walking aimlessly. After a half hour of wandering around she heard a large crashing noise off to her right. A spider burst through the bushes and lifted her in its two front legs. Ignoring her kicks and screams and curses, the spider rushed off, knocking over trees and crushing logs and small furry creatures beneath it.
"Who are you? what do you want?!" she yelled, hitting the hairy legs furiously.
"I am Flamargakrupinocytosis," the spider replied without slowing. "Our father Aragog is dying, and as is our custom he must lay the egg of the next king within a human female, lest our race die forever."
"What do you mean 'the next king'?" Hermione asked.
"All of the males are sterile. Only our king is able to impregnate the females and thus continue the reproduction of the spiders."
Hermione felt two emotions very strongly. The first was apprehension, which was growing by the minute, but the second...the second could not be described. It was somewhere deep inside of her, in her groin.
After 10 minutes of being carried in this manner, Hermione felt herself roughly thrown to the ground.
"Walk through those trees, into that glade. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't."
Shivering to herself, Hermione complied. When she entered the clearing she saw Aragog lying on his side breathing heavily. "come here child," he said to her. "We badly need your help."
Hermione could feel the tears coursing down her face, yet she obeyed and walked over to him. Without knowing why she began undressing until she stood naked in the moonlight.
"Yessss," Aragog hissed. "You too feel the longing. You feel the need to bear my fertile child. You were born for this night."
"yes, I was. I'm ready, I'm eager to help you," Hermione said. She lay down naked and spread eagled on the grass that had just a hint of the morning dew on it. "Please fill me with your seed."
"FLAAGURP," Aragog screamed as he expelled his DNA-rich vomit all over Hermione. She felt the sticky purple fluid course over her body, then rapidly disappear as she absorbed it. Eventually a powdery residue was all that remained. Hermione clothed herself, then looked sadly at Aragog as he breathed his last breath. She was still crying, but now for a different reason. Her first, only, and true love lay dying, and she would never see him again.
"Perhaps in my dreams..." she said to herself, as she sadly wiped a tear away.
She didn't know why she had gotten out of bed? Butl. she had felt the urge, while lyihng in her dormitory with the other Gryffindor girls, to go into the forbidden forest. She hadn't entered it in years, just the outskirts a few times. The forest was extremely dangerous, yet despite knowing this something in her midesction guided her forward.
As she passed Hagrid's hut, she felt the longing increase. "OH MANZ I RELALY SHOULD GO BACK IT'S DANGEROUS" she said to herself but who could lsiten?!
Suddenly a harsh wind blew up. She clutched her cloak closer to herself and began to run for what she now viewed as the safety of the trees. As soon as she entered the woods, the wind died down and she immediately felt warmer.
Without knowing what her intentions really were she began walking aimlessly. After a half hour of wandering around she heard a large crashing noise off to her right. A spider burst through the bushes and lifted her in its two front legs. Ignoring her kicks and screams and curses, the spider rushed off, knocking over trees and crushing logs and small furry creatures beneath it.
"Who are you? what do you want?!" she yelled, hitting the hairy legs furiously.
"I am Flamargakrupinocytosis," the spider replied without slowing. "Our father Aragog is dying, and as is our custom he must lay the egg of the next king within a human female, lest our race die forever."
"What do you mean 'the next king'?" Hermione asked.
"All of the males are sterile. Only our king is able to impregnate the females and thus continue the reproduction of the spiders."
Hermione felt two emotions very strongly. The first was apprehension, which was growing by the minute, but the second...the second could not be described. It was somewhere deep inside of her, in her groin.
After 10 minutes of being carried in this manner, Hermione felt herself roughly thrown to the ground.
"Walk through those trees, into that glade. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't."
Shivering to herself, Hermione complied. When she entered the clearing she saw Aragog lying on his side breathing heavily. "come here child," he said to her. "We badly need your help."
Hermione could feel the tears coursing down her face, yet she obeyed and walked over to him. Without knowing why she began undressing until she stood naked in the moonlight.
"Yessss," Aragog hissed. "You too feel the longing. You feel the need to bear my fertile child. You were born for this night."
"yes, I was. I'm ready, I'm eager to help you," Hermione said. She lay down naked and spread eagled on the grass that had just a hint of the morning dew on it. "Please fill me with your seed."
"FLAAGURP," Aragog screamed as he expelled his DNA-rich vomit all over Hermione. She felt the sticky purple fluid course over her body, then rapidly disappear as she absorbed it. Eventually a powdery residue was all that remained. Hermione clothed herself, then looked sadly at Aragog as he breathed his last breath. She was still crying, but now for a different reason. Her first, only, and true love lay dying, and she would never see him again.
"Perhaps in my dreams..." she said to herself, as she sadly wiped a tear away.