The Hogwarts Mysteries by: Caisele
There is a kind of magic that they're not taught. It's a vicious kind of dark magic. It's seductive, overpowering, and able to render them senseless. It's lust. DHr.
Case No. 1: The Unseen Lover [A Nightmare]
Hermione was dreaming. She was sure of it.
It was the same dream she had been having for months.
Everything before her was black, yet somehow she knew her eyes were open. She was in a corridor of some kind. It was the kind of knowledge that came with the dream. She tried to hold up her hands before her to find the way out, but she couldn't lift them. It was hot. But it was a very different heat.
Hermione sucked in her breath. It was a familiar heat. Yes, this was definitely a dream. It was the same dream. The heat, oh, it felt wonderful. It was coming from within her. She couldn't see, but she felt herself glow from the center of her being, her core. Somehow she was lying down, on the ground of the corridor. And the blackness shifted above her. She moaned as a welcome weight settled above her.
Instinctively, Hermione lifted her thighs. She thought she could feel the soft fabric of her blankets…but how? Yes, because she was dreaming. She wasn't really in a corridor, she was sleeping. Hermione tried to sit up. But the weight above her held her down.
She paused in her struggle as she felt a light breath of air caress the side of her neck, sending goosebumps down her arms. Everything was still black. The weight above her lowered itself and settled assertively between Hermione's legs. She arched as a sudden wave of pleasure clouded her mind. Her head was spinning. It felt like a sheet of protective pleasantness had settled over her, covering her, shielding her…invading her.
Hermione bit her lip. Groaning. Something hot pressed itself against her lower body. Mm. She tried to reach up, to touch her lovely assailant. She couldn't lift her arms. Then it entered her.
Hermione gasped. It was hard, and it was hot, and it pulsed, like another heartbeat inside her core. It sent shivers of electricity all over her body. She couldn't think straight anymore. Nevermind that, she couldn't think at all. She clutched the bed sheets and moved her hips to the rhythm. The pleasure built, and she held on to every strand, afraid to let go. She felt it…coming so close, so close…
Her muscles tensed. There was a fraction of a second of pure bliss as the pent up pleasure exploded. Hermione was sure she screamed.
Then she woke up.
Shaking from head to toe, Hermione sat up in her bed.
"Ugh." A spell of dizziness caught her off guard and she collapsed back down onto her sweat-drenched sheets. The feelings from the dream ebbed. With shaking fingers Hermione lifted her covers and ran her hand down to her pajamas. She reached down between her legs. Her underwear was soaking wet.
It happened again.
"Shit," Hermione murmured. Slipping from her bed, she checked that her roommates were still fast asleep. She gathered her clothes and headed for the shower. She stood under the stream of warm water for a minute, eyes unfocused and gazing off into nowhere, then turned off the tap.
She stood before her mirror as she toweled herself off. Watching the way water droplets slid off her ivory skin. From her six years in Hogwarts, it seemed this year had seen the most change in her physically. Hermione grew quicker in the last few months than she ever had in her life. It seemed puberty finally caught up with her and it was making up for the lost time with a vengeance.
Hermione slid her damp towel down the curve of her waist and the swell of her bottom. She bent to pick up her stockings and laid them by the sink. Then she grabbed her bra.
The hard wires bit into her skin as she struggled to clasp the back. Shit. Hermione glowered at her reflection in the mirror. The bra was too small. And she only bought it two months ago. She sucked in a deep breath and managed to clasp it shut. But her breasts were squeezed so tightly that it looked as if they would spring free from their imprisonment at moment's notice. This was her last bra. She couldn't fit into the ones she had gotten before school started and she hadn't had the time to go down to Hogsmeade for new ones that actually fit.
Hermione sighed and reached for her undies.
With an agonizing snap, her bra popped, sliding off her shoulders to a dismal lump on the ground. "…You've got to be kidding," Hermione groaned, frustrated. She chucked her towel across the bathroom and crouched behind the door, burying her head in her arms.
Within eight months she miraculously shot up three inches when she hadn't gown a hair for three years. She had gone from a Twiggy look-alike to Marilyn-fucking-Monroe within weeks and her chest was still growing. What was worse was the unwanted attention her transformation had earned her.
Colin Creevey stalked her for a month until Harry jinxed him silly. Cormac McLaggen regularly made crude comments about her loudly in the library. Zacharias Smith practically fucks her with his eyes every time they have class together. Even Ron goes all red and weird around her.
Hermione clutched her hair. How the hell was she supposed to attend classes without a bra? She opened the bathroom door a crack and saw Lavender shifting in her bed. They'll all be up soon. Hermione's eyes drifted to her own messy bed. She flushed as she remembered the dream. It came to her almost every night since school started eight months ago. She's long learned to not fight it. The more she struggled against the feelings it stirred up in her the longer the dreams would last.
Hermione shivered. It had become a nightmare. In the moment she'd crave it, and take pleasure in it. The minute it was over she would endure a tsunami of guilt and shame. It was a nightmare both beautiful and sickening at the same time. And it haunted her.
The most terrifying part of it all was probably the lingering image that the dream showed her every time just before she awoke.
It was an image of Malfoy.
x
Malfoy yawned, bored, as his mind wandered elsewhere. The Potions room was sweltering hot today. Malfoy could smell the scent of the approaching summer in the air.
His partner, Zabini, gave him a curt nudge and pointed at the door. Malfoy looked. Hermione Granger was late. Malfoy raised one platinum eyebrow. "What the hell is she wearing?"
Zabini sniggered. Granger had on what looked like a very itchy vest over a jumper from which white collars of a button-up shirt could be seen. And she wore a cloak over all of that. Here were Malfoy and Zabini in their thin summer shirts with the sleeves rolled up, the tie loosened and the top buttons undone, yet they were still sweating like pigs. And there came Granger dressed like she was ready to take on a blizzard.
"She's finally gone mad," Malfoy concluded.
Zabini laughed loudly. Granger turned to glare at them. She seemed a bit pink in the face. Malfoy met her eyes and held her gaze. "Are you…" he paused with a serious expression on his face, "…pregnant?" The Slytherins burst into a fit of giggles.
She hissed at him angrily, turning redder by the second. Zabini nudged Theodore Nott, who was working with Pansy on the cauldron next to theirs. Nott grinned mockingly at Granger.
"Merlin, I wonder who the father is," Pansy stage whispered to Nott, loud enough for her entire section to hear, "She does hang around that savage gamekeeper a lot..."
"Get to work," Snape snapped from where he sat at his desk, flipping through a stack of parchments, their essays, probably.
While the Slytherins tittered Nott looked over to Malfoy. "I've got something for you," he said quietly. Malfoy's grin slipped off his face at once. He retreated to the back of the room with Nott.
They turned their backs to the distracted class. Nott pulled out a piece of parchment, clearly ripped from a book in the school libraries. "So that summoning we tried to do last year? Well, it looks like we fucked up, big time."
Malfoy peered at the tiny words printed on the parchment. "No, really?" he replied sarcastically. "I kind of knew that when I blacked out and woke up in Prague."
"No," Nott pursed his lips. "You don't know how serious this is. Listen, first when we tried to summon that minor demon. It failed. Then we found out that there has to be a series of spells that needed to be performed on the summoning chamber before we can draw in the runes. So we did that and then when we performed the summoning we were knocked out and transported. Failed again–"
"I already know that–"
"–and this is why," Nott took a deep breath. "Firstly, the materials we gathered for the summons were immaculate–"
"Of course. My father only bought the best ingredients for himself–"
"–all the materials except one: the virgins' hair. Chances are, one of the three virgins we collected hair from might not have been a virgin."
Malfoy looked stunned. "I swear on my life that Goyle is a virgin. Pansy too. And there's no way in hell that Granger has ever gotten laid, the way she walks around like she has a broom up her ass–"
"Okay. Goyle, fine. I believe you. And Granger, yea, no one would possibly sleep with her, which leaves the only logical explanation: Pansy."
"…Wait–"
"Don't you remember? We had to raid her room for her hair because she wouldn't give us one. She had something to hide."
"Shit."
"Yeah. So she fucked that up–"
"No, I mean shit. She's supposed to be my girlfriend! Who the fuck did she sleep with?"
Nott's gaze wavered a bit. "Well, you're supposed to be her boyfriend, but you still screwed Daphne and that Ravenclaw girl and–"
"Nott…" Malfoy began warningly.
"–Right. That was the first screw up. The second part is the most important part. Those complicated spells we did on the summoning chamber were successful, right? But we didn't know what they were when we did them. So I looked them up. And we're fucked, big time."
Malfoy tensed. "Get to the goddamn point."
"So we all know Hogwarts has been charmed and whatnot as protective measure. But what we didn't know was that obviously there isn't one single spell that would make Hogwarts Muggle-proof, Apparation-proof…etc. In fact when they made Hogwarts they didn't even use spells. They used seals."
"Okay…"
"Another thing I found was that when the founders built Hogwarts they chose this location for a reason. The seals hold together by themselves without their conjurers because this land we're on is a sacred place. It draws magic to it and it replenishes what magic that has been cast onto it. Which is all nice and dandy for the founders and their seals, but it presented one minor problem: what attracts magic will attract those that wield it."
"Like, us?"
"Yes, and also any magical creature known to man."
"That explains the Forest."
"Right. That was also why your father's book demanded that the summoning is to be done on Hogwarts grounds, because it's a path well known to demons, since they are magic. But the demon couldn't cross into our world because the founders knew how alluring this sacred land is. So they put together a little spell – that was obviously too trivial to put into the books we read – and sealed unwanted or dangerous creatures out of Hogwarts–"
"SHIT! So the spells we performed on the summoning chamber…"
Nott nodded gravely. "We opened the seal."
Malfoy felt light headed. "Can we close it?"
"Yeah. That's what this is for," he shook the parchment in his hand. "But that's not why I'm telling you this. Think about it. We opened the seal last year, right before school ended…"
"It was left open for two months of summer…"
"...and from September to now, eight months of school."
Malfoy's jaw dropped. "There's ten months worth of Merlin-knows-what lurking around the school!" He dragged his hand across his face, thinking. "Do we know what could have entered the ground?"
Nott shrugged. "It could be anything. Think of all the magical creatures in the world…"
"Like a banshee," Malfoy murmured, shell shocked, "…or gremlins, werewolves–"
"No," Nott shook his head. "So far there hasn't been anything overtly detectable, or else Dumbledore would know and the Ministry would be all over this place already. So no werewolves, no vampires, no fey, no shamans…nothing like that."
Malfoy heaved a sigh. "Then we need to close this thing tonight, before there is."
"Good. That's just what I was thinking. I've found up a couple of protection spells, just in case something is trying to get in while we're trying to do the seal."
Malfoy turned to Nott, bug-eyed. "You're shitting me, right?"
Nott patted Malfoy on the back. "Suck it up, princess. If you go about life worrying about getting your hands dirty then you won't get very far. Especially not in our world."
"Shut up."
Nott grinned grimly and dodged Malfoy's half-hearted swing. It was gonna be one hell of a night. Literally.
x
Hermione chopped her mandrake roots with shaking hands. She was wearing at least eight layers of clothing, trying to hide her chest. Yet she could feel all the eyes boring into the back of her head.
The more she thought about it the weirder it seemed to her. How was it possible that this transformation happened? It wasn't natural, no, it had to be magic. And the nightmare. Her body began to change after having these nightmares. Hermione snapped off the mandrake's tip as a cold shiver ran up her body. The nightmare was doing this to her.
She scratched her neck where the vest was leaving a rash.
That's it.
She's going to find out what's going on, and she's going to do it tonight.
Caisele:
I missed writing sex scenes. Heehee.
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