Chapter 9

Hermione slithered up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. She scanned the room names, looking for the first year dormitory. It was late, but it was never too late for some blood fucking fun. She felt the heavy shaft in her pocket stiffen at the thought. Ah, first years. Fresh meat, Hermione thought as she stood in front of girls' dormitory. Hermione bent to one knee and began to expertly pick the lock. Fuck wands, Hermione thought, she was going old school. Being a street urchin in the suburbs of London had taught her a few tricks. She'd spent the last few years of her school life in juvi, much to her parents' disappointment. She'd never told anybody that before.

Hermione was off the sparkspores, she was addicted to something new. Something more exciting. Fucking and murdering, the two greatest gifts that the metallic wang had given her.

The lock clicked and Hermione gently pushed the door open, slipping inside and then silently closing it behind her. She stood in the shadowy corner to wait for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, sliding her hand down the front of her pants to prepare her weapon.

"Put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts…" Hermione whispered huskily as she slid her hands up and down the shaft. A choked giggle escaped her lips.

Swollen love muscle held above her head, Hermione moved to the closest bed. Bathed in moonlight, she saw the angelic face of a young girl lying on her back. She had delicate features framed by a curtain of sleep tousled hair. She was perfect. Hermione slammed the pork sword down upon the bed with the strength of a fully grown grizzly. The body was instantly severed in two, blood pouring to the floor in unstoppable waves. This little slut didn't even wake up to know what killed her.

Hermione moved to the next bed. Her excitement grew as she unleashed an unholy frenzy upon the sleeping girl, brain matter and chunks of intestine spraying around the vicinity like a rain of meatballs. Tastes like meatballs too, thought Hermione as she threw back her head and caught some liver in her open mouth. After the first victims the girls were awake and screaming. Hermione leapt over the beds and dragged a girl away from the door, kicking and hollering in futility. This time Hermione used the wand screaming "defigo!" The door instantly locked. That would prevent any of the little bitches from escaping.

A blood bath ensued. Blood drenched the walls, the beds, the clothes. Blood even covered one of the girls' new kitten that her parents had given her. Hermione would leave the cat. She was akin to the beast within. The small animal bent down and began to drink blood out of the gash in her owner's neck. Hermione smirked in grim approval.

Hermione spied the last victim. She was trying to hide beneath the mutilated corpses of her comrades. The girl must have sensed Hermione's attention upon her because she sprung up and began to claw at the door, simultaneously begging Hermione for her life.

Hermione strode towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair. She pulled the head back to expose the fear filled eyes of the young girl. Hermione tore snapped the girls' neck against her shaft effortlessly, tossing the body aside.

Afterwards, Hermione sat down upon the ground and began to lick herself clean, humming Atomic Kitten under her breath. It was almost time for her to return to the sewers.

Hermione awoke in the darkness some time later, not entirely sure where she was or what she had just done. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what happened in her last possession by the schlong. Vague memories of the bloody frenzy returned to her mind, much more easily than they had about past encounters. She remembered the feel of the wang, the taste of the blood, and the sense of terrible excitement that had dominated the whole episode. She loved it. She was almost… gagging for it.