A/N

Despite having a time-turner, Hermione is not 12 in this pornographic fanfiction! In fact, she is at least 18. The dormitory she's in is probably not even the Hogwarts dormitory. It may be some other community living arrangement that she takes part in later in life.

HERMIONE

That night I just couldn't sleep. It was dark and I was in bed and everyone else in the dorm was out cold, but I was just tossing and turning. Sometimes it just happens. It's hard to put a cause to these things. Maybe I couldn't sleep because I was extremely horny? I was I only horny because I was bored?

Well, either way.

I found my hand snaking down beneath the elastic waistband of my pajamas and pressing on my clitoris. It gave me a little smile, but I felt that somehow my hand wasn't going to do it tonight. Not that I had anyone else to do it with! (What a thought! I'm blushing!)

That's when I had the idea.

I looked at my bedside clock to note the time. If I could remember that - and I could - then I should now be hearing -

- a light knock on the door.

My heart starting thumping suddenly. I told it it was being silly; there could be no easier encounter than this. But that's instincts for you, I suppose. Excited, I quickly pulled back my bed's opaque curtains and pulled forward its translucent ones. I took my wand, cast a Quietus on the bed's area, and then used a careful TK spell to rotate the doorknob from across the room and open the door.

I could now see the shadow of a person through my curtains, entering the room and walking toward me. I pushed out from under my bedcovers and began pulling off my pajamas, exposing my sensitive areas to the chilly air. Bizarrely, I found myself hoping I wouldn't be a disappointment. I lay back, looking down my pale body at the shadow behind my curtains who was just now gently pulling them open.

Then I saw -

I emitted a sound between a gasp and a moan.

I mean to say -

I had expected the warm brown curls spilling over her forehead and her shoulders and back. Likewise the large lips, round nose, heavy eyebrows. The longish legs with thin peach fuzz. All very familiar; I see them in the mirror.

I did not expect the boobs and I did not expect the cock.

The other Hermione was silent. She didn't have to explain anything; I could piece together that she'd found a spell or potion to give her a huge, thick penis and balls sitting above her vulva, as well as a potion or spell to expand our tiny breasts into wide, full melons. Even as I made the deduction, the surprise of Hermione's gorgeous enhancements sent a jolt of longing down toward my crotch and I tensed my thighs around dampening labia.

Hermione smiled, and I found it adorable... perhaps narcissistically. As she knelt on the foot of our bed, curtains flapping closed behind her bare, smooth butt, and bent down over me, it was all I could do to breath evenly. Hermione's enormous boobs, tilting closer to my face, flushed half the thoughts from my mind and replaced them with a fuzzy pink pleasure. Instead of inserting into my vagina, I felt Hermione's warm dick lie against my midsection just above my eager clit, pressing down on my stomach and rubbing my patch of curly pubic hair. She wasn't going for intercourse yet, but I couldn't bring myself to be disappointed as her breasts came to rest on my own nipples, squishing down as softly as I had hoped, and her head, expression sultry and seductive, approached my ever-hotter face - first her swirling locks brushing against mine on the pillow, falling together, then her face tilting sideways and lips opening (I remembered just in time to do the same with my own face), then her wonderful lips locking over mine and our salivas mingling, a feeling like an electric current passed between us, then more pressure and we were passionately sharing each other's mouths, forgetting any boundary, and I was lost, oh so deliciously lost, in a kiss with myself.

We didn't (yet) need that Quieting barrier, as we kissed silently and started to shift against each other. I felt sure that the hard, intense beat of my heart was in time with hers, and we were sharing that sensation like everything else.

I became aware of my arms at my sides and I wrapped them around Hermione's back, feeling all the way down. From the arches of her shoulders, which twitched playfully(?) under my fingers, to the soft curve beyond that, that swelled up into her round, chubby buttocks. I squeezed them, then slid my fingers near the crack. (I thought I felt her react through the strength of her kiss.)

Did she enhance these too?

Or do I just have a really nice butt?

I think we gasped for air in the exact same moment - which might make a certain kind of sense - but at any rate our mouths broke apart and our offended lungs pumped to recover. A drop of spit came from Hermione's mouth and accidentally found my cheek. She looked worried for a moment - was that awkward? - so I quickly played it off with a wobbly grin, which probably looked stupendously dumb, but was about the only expression I could manage at that moment anyway.

She grinned back.

I grinned wider.

God, this was amazing.

Who knew autochorisexuals could have it both ways?

Hermione cupped my cheeks with her hands and brought her forehead to nuzzle mine, twining our curls together, and then she hungrily came back to my lips, her mouth perpendicular to mine, pressing down and slurping in and out, a motion I tried to reciprocate. Heat rose to my cheeks once again as we played, locked together, for another stretch or two. Then, finally, I did make noise: a moan, deeper than I expected, came out and was caught within the soundproofing of our privacy tent.

Hermione broke off again, looking at me with fondness. She lifted back a little. Sweat covered her face and hung in her soft brown hair. With an almost questioning expression, she raised herself up a little more and presented to me her boobs.

Why would it be a question? I thought pedantically. You're future-me; you remember the entire encounter. But the rest of my mind was churning and bubbling at the sight of her great, round breasts, pale white skin with pink nipple nubs, and I pulled myself up and buried my face in the right one (my right; her left), my eyes closed, my lips surrounding her nipple and areola, a kiss, then sucking; messily, letting my saliva slide down over her flesh. And oh god, it was so soft, so squishy, like probably nobody's natural breast was.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm!" said Hermione, above me, and I imagined her cute face screwed up in ecstasy, biting her lip, head thrown back, and it made me suck harder, trying to show her the colossal emotion she was building in my chest, trying to become one again like the kiss. My left hand, damp with sweat, groped her other breast, squeezing all over, though I tried not to be rough. Hermione was bobbing up and down and pressing her boobs into me again and again, so squishy each time, so luxurious. Down between my legs arousal fluid was soaking into the bedspread. I suddenly remembered the hefty penis that was waiting so near my opening.

I gently bucked my crotch upward, feeling her chilly tip on my stomach and her balls on my inner thighs. Hermione got the message. My double pulled away from me and sat back on her haunches, letting her cock spring into the air, so erect it seemed like a horse straining against its reigns. Hermione's foreskin (uncircumcised) was starting to retreat down the shaft as the pink head pushed up. Clear precum was spilling from the tip and traveling down her long shaft, dribbling over her balls, and sliding through her vulva and onto my bed.

I felt like I was melting all over again at that sight. My sweat-covered body was quivering with need as this goddess panted hard above me. But again she didn't put her cock inside me. Hermione reached out and took my hand. The touch felt bizarre after feeling each other so much more intimately. She gently pulled me up beside her, then turned and dropped onto her back in my place, her wonderfully curly hair spread out over the pillow and her voluptuous breasts settling down on each side of her chest. Her cock pointed straight up, at the canopy of the four-poster. She lay, still panting, trying to catch her breath. After a bit she smiled at me once more, soft and inviting.

Trying to play it by ear, I waddled forward on my knees to position my vagina over her penis. I slowly, slowly shifted downward.

As soon as her tip poked into me, a frisson of pleasure spread out through my whole body. Warmth brushed through my neck, cheeks, ears, and I felt my jaw go slack. My own slight boobs tingled. I wanted my nipples to be pleasured like hers were. My face gradually relaxed, tilting upwards in dazed happiness, as I slid farther down Hermione's cock and it pressed, oh, rubbed, pressed, rubbed against my clitoris, my glans, sending glittering fireworks swooshing into my vulva, setting fire, sending packets of joy, of thrill, of sweet-candy treat to burst again and again in my delighted vagina. First, my jaw began to wobble, and then my breaths came shorter, and then I all but lost control of my upper body as a high, desperate, keening whine pealed out of my mouth and I threw back my head, brown curls dancing around me, vision filled with sweet strawberry-ice-cream stars.

My exclamation carried on, and on, fueled by the wonderful fucking fireworks bursting between my legs. Outside, shielded from the noise, my dormmates slept in perfectly sedate darkness. Finally, the squeals from my mouth cut down into choppy, gasping addendums, and were replaced by loud breaths, both mine and hers. Her precum sent me a certain smell that was somehow delicious in my state of arousal. Sweat was sticking my hair to my forehead and neck more than ever. I found that Hermione's balls were bumping up against my buttocks and her dick was all the way in, stretching my vaginal canal, which seemed to wrap around it like warm, slippery elastic. Hermione's eyes were closed and her mouth open in a blissed-out dorky smile.

I leaned forward - a little awkwardly with a ginormous cock inside - and caught a lock of her sweat-sticky hair. I twirled it around my finger, and Hermione turned her head to the side, eyes still closed, and gave a little giggling moan of pleasure. Then I let her hair go and started to lift up off her cock, letting it slide down the walls of my vagina, as it continued working over my clitoris at the entrance, blossoming pleasure flowers throughout my lower body.

Hermione's upper body rocked back and forth in response, her face turning this way and that on her pillow and her breasts jiggling alluringly, as she let out tiny wisps of sound, little M-shaped moans and gasps.

As her penis head neared the entrance to my vagina, I stopped, keeping it inside, and then I plunged down again, faster. Hermione gave out a shriek, a blast of raw longing like I had made earlier. I began to pump up and down on her penis, squeezing it through my vaginal canal again and again, my walls rubbing and pushing to satisfy her need. My legs were working their asses off, lifting my whole body over and over, but I pushed through it, holding onto the joyful screams that were tumbling out of Hermione's mouth with each thrust, like one long note that had been chopped up into ragged pieces.

"Ahhhh!"

"Aaahhn!"

"Mmmm!"

"Oh, ohh, oh, ah, mmm, ah!"

"Nnnnyaaaahhhh!"

And suddenly, Hermione's body stiffened and relaxed in an instant and I felt a splash - I felt liquid gushing into my tunnel, more and more. I felt thick cum filling my vagina, pressing the sides, caressing every spot at once and then erupting out the bottom, spilling over Hermione's own balls and thighs and vulva and her curly pubic hair as Hermione convulsed, her boobs bouncing up and down, casting her final scream into the Quiet-locked space.

Finally her ejaculation finished and she lay down flat on the bed, exhausted, pretty brown curls lying across her forehead. I carefully pulled up off of her cock, which flopped down between her legs. My vision seemed to sway as I knelt there, over myself. I was exhausted too.

I gently pitched forward and draped myself over her naked body, in the groove between her giant breasts, my legs intertwining with hers. As I laid down my head side by side, Hermione opened her eyes for a moment, lazily, and leaned over to kiss me lightly on the cheek.

After everything, that kiss still sent butterflies into my breast. I smiled back at her, my eyes half-lidded, and then I let all my tensions go and went to sleep.