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Harry Potter

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The Succubus

By Miracles79

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Chapter 9 Part 2: New Quarters and a Familiar Guest

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Disclaimer: The characters used in this Fan Fic are owned by JK Rowling and Warner Brother Studios (I think?) and are merely used in appreciation of the original author's incredible work. I own nothing apart from the story contained within these words, if that.

Author's Note: There is an important Author's Note at the end of this chapter. It concerns this possibility of changes to this story. Please, have a look at it after reading the chapter because the decision will be yours. For now though please enjoy the chapter.

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"Miss Granger?" Minerva questioned, the young girl having remained rooted to the entrance of her new quarters.

Hermione, meanwhile, failed to register her professor's words as she simply stared at the room that lay before her. And, who could blame her? The room's interior was simply magnificent. It held everything that the young brunette could have ever wanted in one room. Almost as if it had been created by Hermione's own personal specifications.

The young brunette's attention shifted all around the room, taking in every corner, every crevice with a look of amazement.

This room was to be her new quarters?

What had she done to deserve such an incredible gift?

Hermione's gaze wondered to the assortment of books that lined the walls of the room. In fact, there were no visible walls in this room. The perimeter had, instead, been filled with bookcases all around. The bookcases stacked high, so that they connected to the ceiling.

Her gaze then fell on the window that lay between two bookcases on the opposite side of the room. Edging further into the room, Hermione spotted the lake nestled between the Astronomy Tower and Clock tower. The sight took her breath away. Was this the sight she would be welcomed to every morning?

The feeling of heat suddenly drew her attention away from the window. Hermione turned to locate its source and was surprised to see a small fireplace nestled into one of the bookcases. How the books were not set alight, Hermione had no idea. But the flame continued to brush against the wooden surface of the bookcase, and yet nothing happened. Magic was truly incredible, was it not?

Looking down at her feet, Hermione noticed a small roundtable at the room's centre, the legs of the table pressing against the rug. The rug brought a smile to her face when she noticed the Gryffindor symbol displayed at its centre.

This room was absolutely incredible and like nothing she could have ever imagined. It was her Perfect room. The one she had imagined several years ago suddenly brought to life. How was this possible?

However, before Hermione could lose herself in the room's splendour, Albus stepped forward. "Do you approve of your new quarters, Miss Granger?"

Smiling at the Headmaster, Hermione nodded. "Yes! I mean, this room is wonderful. Thank you so much."

"Not at all," Albus said, waving away her thanks good naturedly. "This room has been without an occupant for too long. I believed it was time someone made use of it. Who better than the brightest witch of her age?"

Hermione flushed at the compliment. The nickname that had been bestowed upon her had always made her uncomfortable. At least it was better than the alternative; Mudblood.

"Why was this room never used? It seems like… such a waste."

"Because I didn't believe it necessary to use at the time. Until now."

Surprised by this, Hermione looked to Professor McGonagall for further elaboration, but none seemed forthcoming. "But why have I never heard of a hidden room in Gryffindor tower? Hogwarts; A History never mentioned a secret room."

Laughing warmly, Albus leaned against the nearest bookshelf and regarded the young Gryffindor for a moment. "We all have our secrets, Miss Granger. This castle more than most. I doubt this room would have made itself known to all. Only to those that it considers worthy of its use. It seems this room picked you."

"Me? Why me?"

Pondering this Albus raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it gently between his fingers. "I do not know. I had hoped to convince the room to allow Harry to stay here, in the event that Lord Voldemort's followers had managed to infiltrate our teaching body. But the room refused, it only showed a picture of you."

"Of me?"

"Yes," Albus stated, pacing towards the lone window in the room and gazing out. "It was adamant. So, I decided to cater to its wishes. But have no fear, Miss Granger. The room was created to protect and shelter its occupants, not harm them. I can assure you of that."

His words helped assure the young Gryffindor, but Hermione couldn't help but feel a new sense of anxiety about the eagerness of this room. Why did it want her as a guest? Apart from her brains, and, most recently her heritage, Hermione believed herself unremarkable. Why would the room go to such lengths – denying a man as powerful as Albus Dumbledore – simply so she could live here?

As Hermione began to mull this over she was momentarily distracted by the actions of her Headmaster. The man could be seen staring up at the ceiling of the room, a look of wonder etched on his face.

"Ahh," He sighed. "I had forgotten about the wonders of this room."

Following the man's gaze, Hermione looked up and in that moment she finally understood her Headmaster's words. Above her, before her very eyes, the ceiling was changing. It was almost identical to the ceiling that could be found in the Great Hall. Except this one showed calming sways of colour, no harsh showers or lightning storms to speak of. The creamy texture morphed into a pleasant yellow, like the mixing of paint in a small tin. It did this over and over again, soft colours changing every few seconds.

"What is it doing?" Hermione asked.

"The ceiling seems undecided about what colour it should be. This problem should sort itself out once you have decided on a colour."

Puzzled by this, Hermione asked. "C-Can this room read my mind?"

The colours presented to her were all her favourites. How else could this room know that unless it learned it through her mind? She had never made mention of her favourite colours in Hogwarts let alone this room that she had only entered as of this moment.

"It has that ability, yes. I suspect the room is trying to impress you. It does not mean to be intrusive but it has not had a guest worthy of its use for a very long time."

"How do you know this, sir?"

Smiling, Albus looked at Hermione. "Because I was the last person to use this room."

Stunned into silence by this admission, Hermione could only gawk at her Headmaster who seemed to take the attention in stride. Hermione couldn't believe it. She was going to use the quarters that had previously been used by, arguably, the most powerful wizard to have ever lived. This room had picked Albus to be its occupant many years ago. And, now… Now it had chosen… Hermione?

"I assure you," Albus said, unaware that Hermione was still in a state of utter shock. "This ceiling will be even more breath-taking when you fall down to sleep."

"W-Why?"

"Because at night this ceiling will become a sea of stars. It will resemble the night sky and comfort you when you sleep. Believe me, Miss Granger… There is nothing quite like it."

Hermione, still coming to terms with the room's peculiar tendencies, could no longer remain quite. Something about this offer seemed too… perfect. There had to be some catch. She wouldn't have been permitted entry to this room unless there was good reason. Albus did not give in so easily. Despite what this room wanted, Albus would have pushed until he got things his way. So why did he conceded defeat so easily?

"Sir, can I be honest with you?"

Noticing a hint of anxiety in her voice, Albus said. "Of course, Miss Granger. I would hope for nothing less."

"Why have I been handed this room so freely? You said you wanted Harry to use it but… but why did you decide against that? I don't understand."

Breathing in deeply, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. She had been quite for quite a while now, what better time to speak then now.

"I will be frank with you, Miss Granger. We are not giving you this room entirely freely."

"Okay?" Hermione replied, sensing Minerva's unease.

"We were hoping you would take up a new position in Gryffindor. One that is a first of its kind."

"And… What would this position be?"

Glancing towards Albus, Minerva took another deep breath and turned back to Hermione.

"We would like you to be the personal consultant to our new Head Girl this year," Minerva said, ignoring the wide stare and open mouth that seemed to be Hermione's response to this situation. She was doing that a lot today, Minerva noted. "You would, in essence, become the Deputy Head Girl of Gryffindor."

"The Deputy Head Girl?"

"Yes, that would be your official title."

Hermione blinked again and again, trying to process the information that had just been presented to her. She, a fifth year, would be the understudy to Gryffindor's Head Girl? Was that even allowed? Surely there were rules against this kind of thing. I mean, Albus was fairly lax on the School rules but even this was a bit much.

Was that the reason behind Albus giving her this room?

Was this room supposed to act as a sweetener?

Minerva, sensing Hermione's line of thinking, quickly piped up. "Please, don't misunderstand, Miss Granger. This room will remain yours even if you decline my offer. I am not here to pressure you. But we believe it would be in your best interest to consider this offer seriously. You are highly valued by both myself and the Headmaster. We believe you are more than up to this task."

"Minerva is correct," Albus continued. "This room and our offer are unrelated. This is a completely different matter. These quarters are yours until the day you leave Hogwarts. Whether you accept Minerva's offer is up to you, but please understand that we are not trying to coerce you."

Mulling over this new piece of information, Hermione suddenly remembered an undiscussed piece of information. The Head Girl! Had the Head Girl agreed to this? Why would she agree to such a request? After all those years of working to receive this position, why would the Head Girl suddenly accept a share of power?

Hermione considered this for a time, her eyes passing over the room once again. She spotted her clothes hanging from the lone wardrobe in the corner of the room, seemingly placed there before her arrival. The sound of Crookshanks purring into the duvet cover that rested on her bed. This was all quite overwhelming. She needed to understand her place in all this. How everything would work before she made any decisions concerning Minerva's offer.

"Why have I been named Deputy Head Girl when there had been no need for the position before? And why did you choose me?"

Straightening up, Minerva walked towards Hermione, standing at an arm's length as she spoke. "We believed a change was needed this year. And, when Albus asked of my plans I suggested the position. I believe we put too much pressure on the Head Girl or Head Boy, too much expectation. So, I believe it necessary for them to be supported. Share the burden, so to speak."

"And is the Head Girl okay with this? Did she agree to my position?"

"Yes," Minerva replied. "But under the condition that the final word on School development and improvement comes from her."

Sighing at this piece of news – as it had not been completely unexpected – Hermione folded her arms against her chest. She didn't like the idea of going through someone to implement important changes. What if they disagreed with her proposals? This would be a complete waste of her time if she did not have certain freedoms afforded to her.

This would need to be discussed with the Head Girl. She could not work under these conditions.

"Is it possible to talk with the Head Girl about this? I don't really feel comfortable with that arrangement."

To Hermione's surprise, however, Minerva glanced at Albus nervously and seemed to be asking him something which Hermione could not discern. Albus shook his head, dismissing whatever Minerva was attempting to get across. What was going on between the two of them? Why did Minerva look so doubtful?

Turning back to Hermione, Minerva said. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until tomorrow to meet her. She… has been feeling a little under the weather as of late."

"'Under the weather?' Is she okay?"

"She's fine," Minerva said, far too quickly for Hermione's liking. "She should come back to School in a few weeks."

"Who is the Head Girl by the way?"

"…"

Uneasy silenced fell upon the room at Hermione's utterance. Minerva nervously playing with her fingers as she looked towards Albus once more. Sensing that his Professor was going to tell Hermione one way or another, Albus nodded in acquiesce. What was the point of hiding it from her really? She would find out in a few weeks anyway.

"Anna…" Professor McGonagall muttered before standing up straighter, a new look of confidence in her expression. "Anna Diggory."

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"Anna! Cedric's sister?!" Hermione piped up, disbelief washing over her at the mention of the girl's name.

"The very same."

Looking between Albus and Minerva in bewilderment, Hermione shook her head scepticism. Anna! Anna Diggory! Cedric's sister had been appointed Head Girl? What were they playing at?

"So… Cedric's… Cedric's sister is the Head Girl of Gryffindor?! After everything that's happened…"

Looking at the girl with her familiar stone gaze, Minerva rested a hand against her shoulder. Praying to the god's that Hermione would understand their decision. They needed Hermione to be on board after all.

"I know, Miss Granger. This was far from an easy decision but I believe it was necessary none the less. I can see you both benefiting greatly from this partnership. And, I believe she will benefit greatly from your support and the new responsibility that she had been tasked with. It might even help her come to terms with Cedric's death."

"Or it could break her."

Anna. How could Anna, who had held her own brother's lifeless body, be expected to take up the role of Head Girl?

Hermione didn't know Anna very well, bar a few chance meetings in the common room, but Anna had always seemed like a lovely person. Kind hearted and gentle to all of those around her. She had been close with Cedric despite belonging in different Houses, something which was not always the case as Sirius could attest to. Then all of that, her happiness and support, had been ripped from her.

Anna had always seemed frail and fragile before Cedric's death and Hermione could only imagine how she was now. Would she even socialise with her friends anymore? Would she hide from Hermione when she attempted to comfort or even talk to her? She didn't know. This offer was starting to look less and less appealing, and yet Hermione already knew she was going to take it up.

Why, you may ask?

The answer was simple; she had always liked Anna. They had never spoken at great length or even spent much time together but Hermione knew that Anna was worth helping. She couldn't just leave Anna alone, there was something about her that made Hermione's protective instincts rear up.

'HeHeHeHe…'

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"Time will tell," McGonagall said, snapping Hermione's attention away from the voice inside her. "I have faith in her. More faith than you it would see."

Hermione lowered her head at this. She never liked to disappoint her teachers, especially her favourite Professor McGonagall, but she couldn't but feel like she was wrong. Anna had just lost her brother and the likelihood that she could get herself together must have been small. Not to mention the added pressure of leadership that was right around the corner.

"Miss Granger, Anna was always going to be Head Girl, regardless of the events that came to pass. Anna needs this distraction… she's not so unlike you. She is always throwing herself into her work. Believing that she can one day change the world for the better."

"… I know… but still…"

"I understand, Miss Granger," Minerva said softly, squeezing her shoulder in comfort. "I do this at great risk but I assure you; I have judged the task and I believe that she is more than up to it. And, if things become difficult, I will be there to support her. As will you… I am sure."

"Of course," Hermione stated, not even considering any other options. "Is that why you set us up?"

"Of course not," Minerva piped up, offended by the implication. "I believe you are both equally suited to this task and will prosper greatly from it. I have never found two students more suited to working together. I will not pretend that it won't be difficult, however. Anna is very strong willed, as are you, but I know that you will both strive to do what is best for Gryffindor."

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"I understand. I accept your offer. I only hope my best is good enough.

"We expect no less," Albus interjected, smiling at the brunette. "Now, I'm afraid we must leave. It has been a privilege as always to catch up with you but we must now see our way out. Feel free to look around new surroundings. I am sure you will find something new with each passing day. Whatever you require will be catered for."

And with that Albus left the room, descending the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room. Minerva, meanwhile, looked back at Hermione and couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration was over her. She never doubted Hermione for even one second. No matter what… Hermione would always pull through for her. She really was something special…

At this thought Minerva instinctively lowered her hands to Hermione's flushed cheeks and, despite the brunette's look of alarm, she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Hermione's breath hitched at the sensation, the heat in her belly becoming prominent as she felt Minerva's lips remain on her forehead.

Suddenly realising what she was doing, Minerva pulled away from Hermione and staggered back. Her eyes remained on the floor, an expression of horror coming over her. "I-I'm sorry, Hermio… Miss Granger. I-I shall take my leave."

And with that Minerva left the room at pace, not caring for how unseemly she might have appeared. For she had just kissed her student, not romantically, or on the lips, but a new feeling was starting to rise in the pit of her stomach.

What was this feeling…?

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An Hour later…

Hermione had finally come to terms with Professor McGonagall's moment of affection. It had startled her at first, and sent a fire in her belly the likes she had felt for Pansy and Ginny, but Hermione knew it was only a friendly kiss. It wasn't like Minerva had kissed her on the lips. If she had then, well, Hermione would have had to consider a number of things. But it had been on the forehead, a harmless kiss which had been misappropriated because of her inexperience of such things.

Minerva must have been under so much pressure and, when Hermione had finally accepted the offer, she simply kissed her out of relief. That was it. There was nothing more to it. I-It wasn't like she liked the kiss. It didn't send her heart racing or her sex pulsing. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about.

'Damn…'

'I don't even sound convincing in my head…'

Attempting to leave this topic behind, Hermione began to walk around her new room. Her attention immediately grabbed by the library of works that surrounded her. There were so many tomes and volumes to be found here in this place, many that weren't even available in the main School library. She could already tell that she was going to like it here. The place was exactly what she needed; seclusion, peace of mind and full to the brim with knowledge.

… Almost as if the room had been personally tailored to fit her whims.

"'Whatever you require will be catered for?'" Hermione pondered, smiling to herself as she closed her eyes and whispered.

"I need a glass of water."

And then, as she opened her eyes, a glass of water appeared beside her table.

So it was true then, Hermione pondered. There was more than one room of requirement. Now she understood what Albus had meant upon his departure. It was thinly veiled, of course, but it had set the cogs in her head immediately upon utterance. Nothing Albus said was without purpose, and rarely did he reveal something that wasn't woven in a riddle.

However, as Hermione reached for the glass of water, she stopped mid-way as her ears picked up a faint sound nearby.

"H…ne…"

It was a voice, it held a soft, whispery quality to it but she could hear it none the less. Moving away from the bookshelf, Hermione stepped further into the room to locate the sound.

"Hermione? Are… there? Can you… hear me?"

Turning her head towards the sound Hermione noticed the light emanating from the fireplace. The colour had suddenly changed, the flames were purple now. Small sparks continued to lick at the bookshelf but once again no damage could be seen.

"Hermione?"

"G-Ginny?" Hermione exclaimed, recognising the face that peered at her through the flames. "H-How are you doing this?"

Scoffing, Ginny gave Hermione a look that sent butterflies squirming in her chest. Oh, no. Not this again.

"By magic! Duh! You know for someone so smart you do have a habit of stumbling on the basics, don't yah?" Ginny teased.

"You know that's not what I meant," Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes at Ginny's increasing giggles. "I just… how did you know how to contact me?"

However, remembering Ginny's last omission, Hermione suddenly piped up. Her cheeks growing red. "And… And I do not stumble on the basics."

Just the suggestion was scandalous to Hermione. Ginny didn't seem to mind however and simply offered a smug smile in reply.

"Ginny?!"

"What?" Ginny exclaimed, holding her hands in surrender. "You do. You're almost as bad as Ron. Alright, maybe not that bad, but still not good."

"Ginny? Answer my question, please.

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"Okay," Ginny sighed, a cheeky smile lightening Hermione's mood. "Professor McGonagall showed us how to contact you…"

'Don't react to her name…'

'Keep it cool...'

"… We have to communicate through this… this… You know what, I don't even know this is?" Ginny wondered, suddenly looking at something with increasing scepticism.

"It's a fireplace!" Harry shouted, clearly far away.

"Oh, right, what he said. We have to communicate through this…?" Ginny looked puzzled for a moment and then sighed before turning around and away from Hermione. "Harry! What was it called again?"

"It's called a goddamn fireplace, baby sis," Fred called, Ginny features souring almost instantly. "We have one in our house, if you didn't notice."

"Alright, keep your knickers on,"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Ginny's childish response. She looked so adorable with that little pout. It suddenly started to grow hot, Hermione thought, and it had nothing to do with the fire she was kneeling next to. It also didn't help that Ginny was biting her lip, a nervous habit that Hermione never wanted to see rid of.

"Well," Ginny continued. "Apparently we can't enter without your approval. So, I have to stand here and talk to this fireplace just so I can see my best friend."

"Yeah, I know…" Hermione said, becoming distracted when she overheard the voices of Fred and George. Ginny seemed to hear them too as she peered to her side, her lips pursing as she listened.

'Ginny don't do that…'

'I won't be responsible for my actions if your purse your lips like that…'

"…"

"And she says Hermione stumbles on the basics. How can you forget what a fireplace is?"

"I don't know, George. I really don't. After we went through all the effort of raising her, she turns around and forgets what a fireplace is."

At this utterance Ginny turns to Hermione with a look of exasperation. Her looks turns to horror when she sees Hermione laughing at the situation. Friends were not supposed to laugh at your misfortune!

"She is truly a lost cause. And an ungrateful sister at that."

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"Guys," Ginny exclaimed, drawing out the word with that delectable tongue. "I can hear you, you know."

Unfazed by their sister's interruption, or the twitch in her eye, the twins simply leaned back against the sofa. "Well, obviously. We said it out loud, didn't we?"

Hermione felt the laughter bubbling up to the surface and, despite making every effort to mask it, she finally caved to the pressure. Ginny could hear her best friend's laughter even without the aid of the fireplace and she simply glared at the brunette in response.

But, in all honesty, Hermione couldn't help herself. She loved the Weasley's with all her heart. Every single last one of them. For different reasons, of course, but she felt nothing but love for each and every single one of them.

"Oh, forget you," Ginny said turning away from the twins. "Alright, listen up. Long story short… I have to contact you through this…"

"Fireplace!" Fred and George moaned earning Ginny's glare once again.

"Fireplace… if I so much as think about talking to you. I mean, heaven forfend I even consider such a thing. I mean talking to you best friend. Pfft, so last year, right?"

"R-Right?" Hermione replied, unsure what to say.

"No! Wrong, Miss Granger. I need to see my best friend right this instant. So open the damn door before I kick it in. Or, as god as my witness, I will sing songs to you the likes of which you will never have heard before. I will leave you scarred for life, Hermione Granger. And trust me, you do not want that."

"Hmm?" Hermione pondered, enjoying how feisty the young redhead was being. It was quite a turn on. N-Not that it was obviously. S-She was only joking about that. "I don't know if I should let you in now."

"Hermione," Ginny teased, leaning closer to the fireplace so that her face was now inches from Hermione's. "You remember our deal at the feast, do you not? If you do not open this door in the next ten seconds. I will be forced to sing to you the entirety of Atomic Pussy. Now, I will admit I'm a little out of practice but I reckon I could still hit those high notes."

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Suddenly, Hermione heard a chorus of loud noise somewhere in the background followed by immediately by heavy footsteps. It… It sounded like they were coming closer, in fact…

"Hermione! Hermione, for god sake let her in" Fred screamed, sliding towards the fireplace and knocking Ginny out of the way in the process.

"Seriously, Hermione, do as she says!" George continued, looking at Ginny's crumpled body and lovingly stepping over her in his rush to reach the fireplace. "Don't make us suffer through Atomic Pussy."

"Are they really that bad?" Hermione asked, staring at the two faces which were watching her with fear in their eyes.

"Yeah! They're supposed to be a tribute to some muggle band," Fred said, clicking his fingers as if that would help him remember. "Atomic Cat, Kitten, something like that and they are just terrible. I'm begging you Hermione, don't make us suffer through her singing again. She can't sign for shi…"

Upon this utterance the twins were suddenly propelled back, Ginny's features returning to the forefront. Although she looked a little different than before. The redhead was panting, her hair messy like someone had put their hands through it again and again. A little wetness could be seen on her lower lip and Hermione immediately clenched her legs together.

'She's going to be the death of me…'

"I'm not that bad," Ginny whined, attempting to tame her unruly hair between her hands. "Mom says I have a great singing voice."

"Of course she did. You have a voice only a mother can love. Even dad thinks she's tone death." Fred mumbled, struggling to his feet.

"Haha… Open the damn door, Hermione."

Regaining her composure, Hermione suddenly realised something that had be left out of her conversation with the Headmaster. She didn't know how to enter or leave this place.

"Um, okay. How?"

"Just say these words: entry aeternam: Ginny Weasley."

Puzzled by this, Hermione raised her eye brow. "You want me to say eternal entry: Ginny Weasley."

"What?!" Ginny shuddered, retreating from the fireplace in shock. "How did you know that?"

"I studied Latin in my spare time when I was a child. Thought it might come in handy someday, seems I was right."

Ginny, who maintained her stare with Hermione, suddenly jumped back from the fireplace. Her eyes on something that was happening above her. Whatever it was Ginny seemed to approve of it as she started smiling. What the hell was going on now?

"Well," Ginny piped up with a huge smile on her face. "Regardless of that, thanks for inviting me in."

"Eh, Ginny. That wasn't an invitation. I was merely repeating what you had said."

The redheads smile, however, only widened at her words.

"Well, it seems the fireplace would beg to differ."

"What do you mean?"

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"Doesn't matter. I'll tell you in a moment when I see you, byeee."

And with that Ginny disappeared from view. Hermione sat still in complete silence trying to process what had just happened. Why had Ginny looked so happy? She'd never offered her entrance… So, why…

Her moment of contemplation was replaced by unease however as she heard the unmistakeable sounds of footsteps coming ever closer. These were thunderous footfalls, the figure clearly running at great speed. Hermione turned towards the front door of her quarters and, almost as if on cue, Gunny slid into the room in her socks. The young fiery had arrived dressed in what looked to be her pyjamas with a pillow wrapped in her hands around her chest.

"So," Ginny murmured, looking around the room with a whistle of approval. "How about that talk, huh?"

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In the awkward silence that followed Hermione stared at Ginny's figure and the snug pyjama's that clung to her body. Heat rushed to her face in an instant, her breathing laboured while Ginny took in her room.

"Wow! Nice place. I approve."

Hermione registered none of this as she took in the soft, irresistible appearance of her best friend. It was… getting harder to breath. A familiar yet unwanted pounding began to press against her sex, the sound of her heart resounding in her ears. Thankfully, Ginny was unaware of this, walking around them room with evident interest. Of course, this gave Hermione the opportunity to see Ginny's entire figure and the young brunette couldn't help but lick her dry lips.

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And then it happened.

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Without warning Hermione's vision began to distort, the room around her becoming a blur of dark colours. Instinctively, Hermione proceeded to shut her eyes and when she opened them again something remarkable happened. Her eyes sight had suddenly enhanced itself, zooming in on Ginny and more specifically her…

'I can't look there…'

'That's private…'

Shocked by the sight she had been shown Hermione attempted to look elsewhere but only succeeded in viewing the milky white of Ginny's breasts. Growing flustered and hot, Hermione tried to shift her focus away from Ginny but that proved fruitless yet again. The young brunette now had an enhanced view of Ginny's ripe thighs. She could almost imagine how soft they were…

"So," Ginny said, the sudden sound forcing Hermione's eyes to return to their normal focus. "How about that talk, huh?"

Relieved that her vision had returned to normal – although, in Hermione's case, the damage had already been done, the brunette took stock of what the red head was wearing.

Wait!

Pyjamas?

"Are you planning to sleep over tonight?"

"Yes," Ginny said, throwing herself onto Hermione's bed and sighing wistfully. "I imagine this will be a long conversation. So… I brought necessary precautions."

As if to answer Hermione's silent question, Ginny lifted her pillow in Hermione's direction. Unfortunately, once she had noticed Ginny's shirt ride up her stomach, Hermione felt her vision begin to distort yet again. Breathing deeply, her eyes closed, Hermione managed to battle against the urges she felt in her body. Her vision returning to normal moments later.

Having shown Hermione the pillow Ginny set it back behind her head. Her body reclining on the bed as she stared up into the milky white coloured ceiling. Ginny's legs dangled of her bed, her belly button now showing above her snug shirt… all in all she seemed quite comfortable in Hermione's surroundings.

Yawning loudly, Ginny sat up, crossing her legs as she turned to look Hermione dead in the eye. "What's up, Mione? You've been… acting oddly."

"I…"

"No don't try to deny it," Ginny interrupted, sensing that Hermione was withdrawing yet again. "I know when you aren't being straight with me."

"Please, tell me. I want to help you, I want to make sure you're alright."

Hermione sighed, she knew she couldn't trick Ginny into believing her. The redhead always had a knack for telling when she was telling a fib, and in all honesty Hermione didn't want to lie to her best friend. She valued Ginny's opinion greatly after all. Not only that, but Hermione trusted Ginny enough to give her – not the whole truth – but at least a small fraction of it.

She needed an unbiased viewpoint on her own situation and maybe, just maybe, Ginny could be just that. Ginny always tried to stay impartial when it came to advice, not allowing her own personal feelings to affect Hermione's decisions. And, of course, there had been occasions when Ginny's advice had proven ill-advised or incorrect, but that didn't stop Hermione seeking out the young redhead's opinion. Because, Hermione knew that Ginny would always have her best interest close at heart. She would always support Hermione in anything she did, right or wrong. So, maybe it was time to show Ginny a little of the same trust.

"Okay, I'll tell you what happened. By you must swear to me. Swear to me that you will not flip out. Mo matter what."

"Hermione, you're starting to scare me now…" Ginny said nervously, suddenly this talk seemed a lot more serious then she had previously suspected.

"Just… promise me you'll stay calm…"

Ginny nodded her head.

"Okay. You've probably noticed how distant I've been recently."

"Yeah."

"About how jumpy I've been."

"Yeah."

Breathing deeply, Hermione prepared herself for the worst. "Well, the truth is something happened to me during the Holidays which has left me a little shaken."

Upon hearing this, Ginny immediately sat up straighter and moved closer to Hermione, holding her hands in hers. She looked so worried. It was nice to know that someone cared that deeply for her. That someone with as much life as Ginny could be brought back down to earth because of their concerns for a friend.

"A couple of weeks ago I… I was visited by someone at my house."

"D-Did they hurt you?" Ginny asked, her hands holding Hermione's a little tighter.

'Depends on your definition…'

She was about to say as much when she saw the look of fear cross her friends face. Ginny looked terrified. The redhead's hands becoming clammy in her grasp. Hermione took a deep breath. She had to reign back in her emotions, this was not the time to scare Ginny.

"No," Hermione stated warmly. "They didn't hurt me."

"Then what happened?"

"Well… They…" Hermione paused once again. How much truth was she prepared to tell her best friend? It was probably best not to mention things that might set her off. "They came late at night and I was alone. My parents were out to celebrate a friend's wedding, I think. So, I came downstairs, opened the door and this woman was standing there."

For some reason Hermione did not want to mention the home-breaking that had happened. Although she could not quite understand why? It was likely something was keeping her quiet. Shifting her attention to something else so that she wouldn't speak of what really happened. Perhaps Hermione feared that Ginny's opinion of the woman might be mired by this event. Why did she suddenly feel a need to protect the woman who had wrongly labelled her as her daughter?

"This woman… She… She claimed to be my biological mother."

"WHAT!?" Ginny exclaimed, shocked by the turn of events that had completely blindsided her. "Say that again!?"

"Like I said… The woman claims to be my biological mother."

Ginny stared at Hermione, opening and closing her mouth in sequence. She didn't know what to do. Should she comfort Hermione? Tell her that it was all a lie? What was she supposed to do? She wanted to make this right, to do whatever Hermione needed her to do. If that was a hug then she would hug the life out of her best friend. If it was silence then Ginny could do that too.

But she felt helpless. Useless. She didn't know what to say and it was killing her.

"I…" Ginny mumbles, staring at her hands which still held Hermione's. "Can I have some time to process all this? I-I honestly don't know what to say. This is… unexpected."

Hermione smiled, squeezing the redhead's hands which was returned. "Of course, in fact, I would prefer it if you do."

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After a few minutes on contemplation Ginny failed turned to Hermione who straightened up instantly. "Do you believe this woman? Do you believe she is your real mother?"

"What?! No," Hermione stammers, annoyed by the question that she hoped would never come. Because in truth she was no longer as sure as she once was. Doubts had started to eat away at her. The suspicion that this woman could really be her mother were becoming apparent every single day. Nevertheless, Hermione continued her façade.

"Of course not! I-It's preposterous!"

Ginny could tell that Hermione was finding this discussion unnerving. And, understandably so. Why else would Hermione have been so out of it lately. Her entire world had been turned upside down. The brunette's reactions to her question were understandable also, she would rarely reveal this much about herself and was now finding the conversation difficult. Almost as if her brain couldn't properly digest the information which appeared foreign and alien to her. This was something Ginny had learnt after years of watching Hermione. After years of being her best friend. She could read her best friend like a book sometimes and it was as much a curse as a blessing.

"I'm sorry, Mione. You're right. Your father wouldn't have been unfaithful to your mother. They seemed like wonderful people the last time I saw them. Very accepting of me when I came to visit your house. And, you know what… I just realised something. How could she be your mother when you were inside your real mother's stomach? I saw the pictures on your desk the last time I came to visit."

Hermione blinked, that was a valid point. Why had she not reached that conclusion?

'She… LiES… Do… Not… lISten…'

"This woman is clearly lying to you, Mione. And… And she managed to find you in the muggle world. You need to report this."

"That's the thing," Hermione murmured, remembering the woman's words from before. "She says she cheated with me mother, not my dad."

Ginny blinked in confusion. "But women can't have babies with other women. You need a… a… a guy to, you know. Put it in. Otherwise you can't have children."

"I know that, Ginny," Hermione giggled, surprised that Ginny was turning so red. "But I don't think the woman was a muggle. I think she might have been a magica… a witch."

Hermione froze.

She did not say that. That hadn't been her words! But then who…

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The Succubus! Suddenly, Hermione realised what had been happening. The succubus had taken control of her voice and said those words rather than the ones that might have revealed its true nature. The creature inside her was protecting itself. It didn't want to be revealed to Ginny. And, that moment before, when she had told Ginny that the woman had entered through the front door… that had been the succubus too.

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"But that still doesn't make any sense," Ginny continued. "Witches can't have children with other women either. Not even through magic. So, what's this woman playing at. She is obviously bullshitting."

However, just as Ginny was about to run into a head of steam, the alarm on Hermione's nightstand started to beep. Both girls turned towards it, the noise having broken the tense atmosphere that had surrounded them.

'Wait, when was there an alarm in my room…?'

"Oh, shit!" Ginny sighed, her back falling on the bed. "Is that really the time?"

Hermione turned to look at the clock once again and followed Ginny in falling onto the bed. "Looks like it."

"Shit! I have double potions early in the morning with the Slytherin's."

Hermione grimaced at this news, poor thing.

"Alright, I need some serious sleep. But Mione," Ginny says pointing directly at Hermione. "This isn't over. I know you are still holding something back. Sorry girl but I know you too well."

Hermione laughs at this as Ginny nestles herself into the covers and dragged her pillow closer. "You coming or what?"

Despite her best intentions Hermione flushed immediately. For some reason the brunette imagined those words being said in a far more sultry tone, a semi naked Ginny whispering them to her from the same spot. She blinked, now was not the time to get hot and bothered. Especially with present company in the room. Last thing she wanted to do was scare the poor girl.

Ginny, completely misinterpreting Hermione's actions, leaned closer to Hermione. "Oh, come on, we've slept together hundreds of times before."

"Y-Yeah," Hermione stutters, her mind racing to find an adequate cover for her flushed cheeks. "But you remember what happened last time? You kicked me off the bed and stole all the covers."

This time Hermione's blush was quickly matched by Ginny's. The redhead hid under the covers and looked at anything that wasn't Hermione Granger. "I'll face the other way then."

Laughing, Hermione finally had the confidence to nestle down next to Ginny. She was thankfully dressed in short shorts and a comfortable t-shirt, not quite sleeping wear but it will have to do. As for her bra, well, she could survive sleeping in it for one night. Now, all she had to do was keep a safe distance away from Ginny because if they touched lord knows what would happen. It would most likely end in a kiss and the end of a friendship.

She didn't have time to focus on those thoughts however as she needed to fall into a deep and restful sleep as soon as possible.

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It was an hour later when Hermione was finally able to fall asleep…

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But little did she know that the Succubus was now opening her eyes…

'GINNY… GINNY… GINNY…'

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IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE

Well, ladies and gentlemen I hope you have enjoyed this chapter.

I finally bought my new laptop after the previous one broke two months ago and it is incredible. The best money I have ever spent and well worth saving up for. This is great news for people who love this story because it means I will be able to write more of this story. I am hoping for more frequent updates. I have a lot to make up for after disappointing you all again and again. Time will tell.

Now, onto something I wanted to discuss with you for a few weeks. I was recently asked by one of my readers whether this story would have futunari because Hermione's mothers created a baby. If you do not know what futunari is then I will explain. Futunari is basically a woman who has a penis. Now, I must admit I never thought of this but it does make sense in the flow of this story. However, I can understand if some readers would prefer this story to have women with no male extremities attached to their person.

I am undecided on this, so… I am leaving it up to you.

Now, if Hermione were to have a penis, my suggestion would be that she doesn't have it all the time. Perhaps it only comes out when she is in the middle of a steamy sex scene. She wouldn't have a penis permanently because there are many scenes that require Hermione to be penis-less. I won't go into more detail.

Please leave a comment on whether you would like to see futunari in this story.

This will help me reach a consensus on the issue.

Okay then, now that I have finished that I just want to say thank you for reading and I hope you will come to love what I have in store for this story. The new potential pairings for Hermione are just below, just so you have an idea of which characters will be involved with Hermione.

Oh, and furthermore, brace yourself for the next chapter because it may very well be your favourite.

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Hermione – Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson x Chloe Roberts x Daphne Greengrass x Anna Diggory x ? x ? x ? x ? x ?