Friday, June 18

The heat wave showed no signs of dissipating, and Hermione thought if she had to spend much more time over a cauldron, she might die. She and Scorpius spent time in the library instead, but the boy preferred to be in the pool or flying on his broom where at least there was a breeze.

Eventually - with Astoria's blessing - she caved and sent him off to splash in the water. Free of her young charge, she wandered the halls of the library, reverently trailing her fingers across the spines of row after row of books. She paused now and then to reshelve items she found left out. Draco, she'd learned, was not a tidy person. She supposed having house elves to pick up after you would do that to a person.

She reshelved two books on arithmancy and finance and one on Egyptian artefacts before she found herself in a dark corner of the library she'd not yet explored. One of the books was pushed out of alignment, standing out from the rest. The gilt lettering on the spine read Magick Moste Intimate. Hermione slid it from the shelfand thumbed through it. She gasped and then blushed furiously when she realised this book was about sex magic. She'd heard whispers about it, but she'd never known anyone with any actual knowledge of the subject. She closed it and quickly placed it back on the shelf.

To her surprise the book beside it was also of an intimate nature. And the one next to it. Her mouth dropped open when she realised the entire shelf was filled with erotic books. She'd never seen anything like this! Oh sure, she knew pornography existed in both the muggle and magical worlds, but she'd never sought it out, never seen any of it.

Hermione glanced around the library. It was empty, for now, but the doors were unlocked and the family was at home. Anyone could come in at any moment. She certainly did not want Draco or Astoria to find her thumbing through their collection of sex books. She turned back to the shelf. Did Draco collect these books? Some looked rather old, and others like they'd been produced in recent years. She shuddered at the thought that these were perhaps Lucius Malfoy's books and was thankful that Draco's parents were far away in France.

Oh god, what if these WERE Draco's books, she thought to herself. The image of Draco reading these texts and then stripping Astoria and taking her against the stacks in the library suddenly filled Hermione's mind. She'd never thought of him in a sexual way before, and the image in her mind was both titillating and disturbing.

Still, she couldn't imagine another situation where she'd ever have an opportunity like this to read so much about such a taboo subject. Surely it was worth the risk of getting caught! Her hands trembled as she reached for another book.

Oh, this looked like it had potential, she thought as she cradled the weighty tome in her hands. Just then a delicious thought occurred to her: there was no rule that she had to leave the books in the library. Indeed, she'd moved several potions reference books to the lab to keep in easy reach. She could secret a few away of these erotic books to read in the privacy of her bedroom.

That night with her room warded and locked to prevent intrusion, she curled up on the bed with one of the books, a fictional story about an innocent young witch seduced by a scheming wizard. At first she thought it to be the same sort of absurd romantic drivel her former dorm-mates at Hogwarts had enjoyed, but she soon realised it was nothing of the sort. A flush spread across her chest as she read increasingly graphic scenes between the couple.

She was already breathing heavily when she came to a scene where the wizard, Dominus, asked his witch, Adhara, to pleasure herself in front of him. Hermione's face burned with mortification at the thought of doing that in front of someone else. She felt her own pulse race as the author described in great detail just how Adhara touched herself, and how her body reacted.

Hermione shifted on top of the bed coverings, her knickers uncomfortably damp, her body flushed with need. She knew she could quickly bring herself off with her usual efficient technique, but the way the book described Adhara teasing her nipples and slowly spreading her legs and licking her fingers before sliding them through her wet folds sounded so much more alluring.

Maybe she could try it, take her time… She slid her cotton nightshirt up over her belly and then pulled it off altogether, her fingers moving lightly over bare skin. She traced her fingers around her nipple before pinching it as Adhara did.

She moaned softly at the sensation. Why had she neglected her breasts in the past? This felt so good. She used her wand to cast a levitation spell on the book so she could use both of her hands to pinch and tug at her nipples.

When the ache between her legs grew too strong, she abandoned her breasts and trailed her fingers back down her torso to her simple lace-trimmed knickers. Her body felt so hot, so needy. She rubbed the gusset of her knickers and moaned again at how damp they felt. Her skin tingled as she slid the undergarment down her thighs. Had she ever been this turned on before? It seemed doubtful.

She glanced back at the book and turned the page. Dominus had released his cock from his trousers and was slowly stroking it to the sight of Adhara rubbing a gentle figure eight around her clitoris. Hermione looked at the foot of her bed and wished she had a handsome wizard stroking his cock to the sight of her touching herself.

She followed along with the description in the book, sucking on her index and middle fingers to lubricate them before sliding them through the wet folds of her pussy as Adhara had done. Her hips jerked as her fingers bumped her clitoris, and something inside her spasmed when she used a fingertip to make that same figure eight motion over and around her clit. In the past, she'd been able to get off by just rapidly rubbing her clit until she came. This was so much better.

Dominus instructed Adhara to fuck herself with her fingers, so Hermione followed suit and tentatively slid one finger and then two into her vagina. She pumped in and out slowly and then faster, figuring out what brought the most pleasure. Her right hand alternated between teasing her nipples and rubbing at her clit.

Dominus was talking dirty to Adhara now in the scene. Hermione closed her eyes, the book momentarily forgotten as she pictured a wizard watching her fuck herself as he whispered naughty things in her ear.

You're a dirty witch aren't you? Look at you with your legs spread like a whore and your fingers in your cunt. That's so fucking hot. Fuck yourself harder. Faster. So good. Do your fingers feel good, baby? My cock will feel even better. I'm going to fuck you so good when you come.

Hermione panted at the mental image and the prurient thoughts, her hips rocking with the frantic pace of her fingers. So good, so close. The coil inside her wound tighter and tighter, so close. She worked a third slender finger into her pussy and then -

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!" she gasped as her pussy rippled and spasmed and the waves of her orgasm washed over her body. In that moment, the imaginary voice of her seductive partner morphed into a more familiar, sneering voice.

I'm going to make you come so hard when I fuck you.

Her eyes widened in horror as she realised that her fantasy lover's voice had somehow morphed into that of Draco Malfoy.