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Harry Potter
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The Succubus
By Miracles79
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Chapter 11: Desire and Temptation
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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: Please read the final Author's Note at the bottom of this page after you have read the chapter. It has information concerning the sex scenes that will be used in this story. Please do not read it before the chapter as it will ruin the introduction of a new love interest. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy the chapter :D
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It was near daybreak when Hermione stirred. The faint rays of sunlight slipping through the curtains enough to wake the brunette from her slumber. Groaning, Hermione turned to lie on her back, eyes staring lazily at the ceiling.
Eh?
Oh, the ceilings doing its thing again.
Eyes now focused, Hermione watched as an assortment of colours merged into each other, a purple liquid ebbing to the surface like paint in water. It was quite a sight to wake up to so early in the morning. Although the mystery as to how – and why – it did this still continued to evade her vast wealth of knowledge. No matter. There were other ways to gain comprehension of such mysteries. The School Library, for one, would no doubt have the answers she sought.
Leaning back against the headboard, Hermione sighed. She was back. Hogwarts. Her home away from home. The simple thought of losing herself in research and study brought colour to her cheeks. She couldn't wait. Much like how Harry and Ron breathed and lived Quidditch; Hermione felt the very same zest of life for knowledge. Then again; the thought of socialising with friends and others of her age was, in itself, a blessing of sorts.
Unfortunately – due, in part, to her schooling in the magical world – Hermione didn't have much in the way of friends back home. In truth, the only people she talked to or spent time with were her parents. She had no friends to speak of, or former classmates who would even remember her name. And Hermione allowed the distance to happen. Welcomed it even. She was leaving everything to be a part of the magical world… everything except her family. And even that bond of familial love might not survive the passage of time and separation.
Rubbing her sore eyes, Hermione stretched, moaning as every bone in her body clicked and shifted in unison. She felt... a little strange this morning. Not strange in a bad way, mind you, but… in a good way. On most occasions, when she woke early, Hermione would have to battle against her inner desire to fall back to sleep. It was a little known fact but Hermione hated mornings. She just couldn't handle them. Every morning she would feel like the living dead, dragging her feet to the girl's bathroom in much the same way a zombie would.
But not tonight…?
Today, she felt wide awake… wired even. Everything she touched sent electricity shooting through her body. Every thought caused her synapses to fire at remarkable speeds. There was no hangover from sleep deprivation, no drowsiness.
She felt… good, great even. Awake and alive to the world for the first morning in years. The only comparison that Hermione could draw upon was when her mind worked into overdrive while researching in the library. But it was happening now.
How strange…?
Sitting up, Hermione looked around at her surroundings. Ginny was still asleep, tucked in at her side. Her expression unmarred by fear or sadness, a look that Hermione had seen first-hand the night before. She looked calm now, her breathing even. Heart racing, Hermione moved a lock of hair from Ginny's cheek.
To think, the night before, this very person was looking at her in fear?
What's more, Hermione knew this was her fault. She was the cause of what must have been a terrible dream. That knowledge alone caused guilt to rage inside her. Ginny was clearly worried about something that involved her, and yet she could not fathom the reason behind it. The fear Ginny exhibited was akin to that of losing a close friend.
But, that couldn't have been the case! She loved Ginny and would never leave her, not in a million years.
And yet, despite this very obvious fact, Ginny had pleaded with her not to leave. Ginny had looked at her with tears in her eyes, her body trembling. Why? Why did she sound so terrified last night? To the point of being almost inconsolable. Where had the usually cocky redhead gone in that moment?
"…"
Sometimes Hermione forgot that she was the eldest of the two. That Ginny was supposed to be her junior. Hermione had never really taken notice of these labels before as Ginny was just… Ginny; a wonderful friend who was charming and confident beyond her years. Someone who brought a bit of – dare she say – fun into her life.
That was right. Ginny had never truly been her junior, or shown any signs of worry or weakness in their time together. Everything should have been fine. And yet the confident redhead had pleaded with her to stay, out of nowhere. Completely blind siding her.
Why did Ginny feel like Hermione was leaving her…?
Had these fears grown to such an extent that they affected her dreams…?
It was a well-known fact that the majority of bad dreams were caused by the fears that festered in a subjects mind. A fear that they could not overcome alone. So, it begged the question… What did Ginny fear?
Did Ginny fear some sort of separation?
Was that all this was?
Was Ginny under some misguided belief that she was going to ignore her friend? Had she acted in a manner that warranted this kind of reaction? Surely not. She had always made sure to spend time with Ginny as well as Harry and Ron, the three people she trusted with her life and happiness.
Although, now that she thought about it, her focus last year had been primarily centred on study and research for the Tri-Wizard tournament. So… She hadn't spent a lot of time with Ginny recently. In fact, they rarely spoke last year. But surely Ginny knew that was just a one off.
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No, she was lying. The distance between the two wouldn't be a one off, now, would it?
Not since Rose came into her life and turned her world upside down.
Regardless of whether Rose spoke the truth, Hermione's body – her mind – was changing. Since the kiss, Hermione had felt different. Her body had filled out to a very desirable shape, curves in all the right places. Although the young brunette tried to hide it by wearing robes or baggy clothing while out in public. Her eye sight had improved, strength too. Her sense of taste was also different, heightened.
Rather worryingly, Hermione's desire for women had not only emerged but escalated beyond her control. Without her say so, Hermione could feel her eyes gravitate towards any beautiful woman that passed in her vicinity. Whether teacher or student – regardless of age or ethnicity – Hermione could feel arousal course through her system as she watched them.
Every touch from a male hand felt repulsive. And yet, every touch she felt from her own sex succeeded in setting a fire in her belly. The urge to take that hand and place it lower down her body becoming harder to resist with each transgression.
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What if Ginny touched her…?
What would happen then…?
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No, she wouldn't… S-She couldn't. Ginny was her best friend, someone she cared about deeply. It wouldn't be right. Ginny would feel ashamed and humiliated. Their friendship severed upon the mere utterance of romantic intent. No… no. She would protect Ginny from this – from her – no matter what.
"…"
But the only way to truly protect Ginny… To ensure her safety… Was to create distance between them…
And that was something Hermione couldn't do!
Not now, not after Ginny had begged her to stay, to never leave her side…
… She couldn't just leave.
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What was she supposed to do?
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"…"
Disturbed by the nearby source of movement, Hermione turned, watching as Ginny groaned and yawned into her pillow. A mess of red hair being all she could see from her vantage point. It was at that moment that all previous thoughts of separation vanished from her mind. How could they remain after what she had just seen?
Attempting to control herself, Hermione bit into her lower lip and looked away. The sight laid out before her was too much to take, she had to control her urges.
Oh my god…
Ginny!
Your hair…
It's… It's…
Unaware of her awful bedhead, Ginny looked up at Hermione, eyes fluttering as it became accustomed to the morning light. "What?"
"Hmm?" Hermione replied, her face inching away from view.
"What's so funny?"
Chocking back the rising tide, Hermione checked her fingernails before responding. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"You're lying," Ginny groaned, falling back on her pillow dramatically. "Go on. Just say it. I know you've seen it already."
"… I don't know what you're talking about?"
Sighing, Ginny sat up. "Yes, you do. Now c'mon, out with it. Quit stalling. I have a pillow and I am not afraid to use it."
"Oh, scary," Hermione mocked. "What are you going to do? Make my hair as mad as yours?"
Swatting Hermione's forearm, Ginny pushed herself back against the headboard and gave the young brunette a stern look. "Don't give me ideas, Miss Granger. You won't like the results."
Grinning like an enthusiastic toddler, Hermione nudged the sleepy redhead. "Come on, Ginny. If it's any consolation my hair probably looks as crazy as yours."
"What are you talking about," Ginny yawned, giving the brunette an odd look. "Your hair looks nice… Sleek even."
"My… What?" Hermione murmured, surprised by the statement.
Ignoring Hermione's words, Ginny continued unabated. "You've got to stop with all these doubts. Have a bit more confidence. Appreciate yourself more."
"Eh, Ginny? What are you talking about?"
Turning in Hermione's direction, Ginny rolled her eyes. God, she loved her best friend but there were times when Hermione's lack of confidence really grated on her. To Ginny, Hermione was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. She thought this even before these… feelings… came to the surface. To say otherwise was blasphemous. Why could Hermione not recognise her own beauty? Why did she have to find fault when none was to be had.
"I'm talking about your hair. I like it. It looks good alright. I know how long it takes to tame, and how much you dislike it, but the time was worth the effort. Trust me."
"Eh, Ginny," Hermione piped up, hands rising to her own hair. "I haven't applied anything yet. I just woke up."
"Bullshit! There's no way you look that good after waking up. You're the smartest witch of your age… Not the luckiest woman alive. Now…"
As Ginny spoke Hermione's hands stilled. The lock in her hand, it felt… soft and straight. What the hell was going on? Pulling a strand of hair in front of her eyes, Hermione inspected it. The texture was smooth, not a single tangled hair to be seen.
Looking towards the bathroom Hermione stood up from the bed and sidled towards it. Ginny's features souring as she realised her best friend had completely ignored her. The nerve!
"Not cool, Hermione. Not cool at all."
Unaware of her friend's words, Hermione looked into the bathroom mirror and her mouth dropped instantly. "What the fuck?!"
"Oi, language. I'm still a minor, you know." Ginny murmured, a sleepy yawn escaping her lips once again.
"…"
Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her hair… It was… It was… the best she had ever seen it. Coaxing her fingers through every strand of hair, Hermione smiled. It felt wonderful, smoother than she had ever thought possible. Realising she had an audience, Hermione turned and shut the door.
"Oh, come on!" Ginny moaned, a pillow slamming against the door. "Let me see!"
Laughing at her reflection, Hermione fanned her fingers through her hair again and again. With every pass of her fingers, Hermione's smile widened. Not a single tangled hair could be found on her head. The volume of her hair was different too, the colour a slightly darker shade of brown then she was used to. A small glimmer of light streaked down her hair caused by the light directly above her.
Huh?
Maybe being a Succubus might have its uses after all.
As Hermione spent time admiring her new look – relishing in the prospect of not having to deal with her hair anymore – Ginny's voice wandered through the door.
"Eh, Hermione?"
"Yes, Ginny." Hermione drawled, Ginny's voice far too sweet for her liking.
"Could you bring back my pillow when you come back? I miss it terribly."
Laughing, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and hurled the pillow back at Ginny. The young redhead was ill prepared for this and could only tumble off the bed as the pillow collided with the side of her head. A strangled gasp leaving the redhead's lips as she rolled to the floor.
Rather than show concern for her friend, Hermione skipped to the other side of the bed and kneeled in front of the redhead. "Oops! My bad! Thought you would catch it seeing as you are a Chaser and all."
Ginny, seeing stars and constellations in her vision, shook her head. "I will have you know that I am an excellent Chaser… during the day. But in the morning I am sloth."
Reaching out a hand in greeting, Hermione shook it with a bemused expression.
"Eh, Ginny?"
"No. I am Sloth. Ginny will be back momentarily."
Laughing – for what felt like the fifteenth time in as many minutes – Hermione pulled Ginny to her feet before wrapping her arms around the young redhead's shoulder. A small smile reaching her lips as her small frame fit perfectly in her arms. The heat spreading to Hermione's cheeks as she held the young girl tighter by the second.
Eyes widening at the contact, Ginny stood completely still, mouth opening and closing in question. Then, with no prior warning, Hermione started to spin her around, laughing happily while Ginny could only stare at the revolving scenery in confusion.
What the hell?
"Eh? Okay! Ginny is back! Ginny is back! You can let me go now!"
Dropping Ginny back to her feet, Hermione stretched her limbs and walked to the nearby window. Never once noticing the bemused expression that was now stuck on her best friend's face. Ginny, now breathless, could only watch as Hermione marched to the lone window in the room – sighing happily as she looked out of it. Then, after a few quiet moments, Hermione turned and skipped towards the nearby dresser, passing Ginny without a single word.
Okay…?
Something is definitely up.
Walking towards the brunette, Ginny looked around the room, looking for any reason as to why Hermione would be acting this way. There had to be something. The Hermione she knew did not take it upon herself to skip and dance around the room.
Maybe there was an elixir or potion nearby that Hermione had accidentally drank from? Yes, that would explain her cheerful behaviour. That must have been the answer to this illogical conundrum.
Hmm?
Should I throw caution to the wind and rush her to the School nurse then?
"Hermione?"
"Yes!" Said person replied, smile widening as she caught sight of the beautiful Ginny.
"Um, are you okay?"
Puzzled, Hermione placed her skirt against a nearby chair, eyeing Ginny curiously. "Okay? Of course I'm okay. In fact, I'm feeling better than ever."
"Really?"
"Yep!"
Tapping her foot impatiently, arms crossed, Ginny nodded to herself and placed a hand against the brunette's forehead. "Hm? No temperature. You sure you're alright?"
"Never better."
Smiling, Hermione skipped away towards the bathroom with her uniform in toe. Ginny's disbelieving eyes resting on the dresser as she contemplated this new and unfamiliar predicament.
Hermione has never been this lively in the mornings, Ginny thought, I was always the one who had to drag her out of bed at the Burrow.
None of this made any sense.
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Coughing into her open palms, Ginny stroked her sore throat, her hands throbbing at the movement. God, her body ached. Every cell, every fibre of her body hurt, even the simple act of breathing was causing slight discomfort. As if matters weren't bad enough, she was also running a high temperature but hadn't noticed it till now. Maybe she really did overdo it in last week's Weasley Quidditch tournament?
Smiling at the memory of her victory, Ginny looked back towards the dresser. Her eyes widening immediately upon glimpsing sight of her own reflection in the dressing room mirror. To say the sight was far from pleasing would have been an understatement in Ginny's eyes. She looked horrible. Tired, almost withered features looking back at her. The unmistakeable signs of heavy bags under her eyes were also hard to miss. Her lips chaffed and sore to the lightest touch, for whatever reason. Her skin looked a little pale too. Strange as she spent most of her time outdoors in the sun?
God!
I look hideous!
Of course, if you were to ask Hermione or any other boy in the entire School whether Ginny looked 'hideous' at this moment, all would have said a resounding NO! But Ginny was secretly very touchy about her appearance. She wanted to look good. After all, Hermione had complimented her on her appearance last summer. How could she not wish to maintain this look when she received such valued compliments?
"Ginny?"
Startled, Ginny turned to face Hermione, fully clothed in her Gryffindor colours. "Oh, H-Hermione." Ginny muttered, rushing fingers through her hair to flatten it. "I-I didn't hear you come in."
"I could tell. Showers ready if you want it?"
Turning crimson, Ginny nodded and hurried to the bathroom. Hermione's eyes watching her leave as she licked her lips, enjoying the sight despite her best intentions.
"I'll leave your clothes on the dresser. Come out when you're ready and when you've finished dressing; we can have breakfast in the Great Hall."
Very, very strange, Ginny muttered. Hermione rarely comes down for breakfast. Maybe I should rush her to Madam Pomfrey after all.
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Making their way through the School halls Hermione took the lead, Ginny dragging her feet as she followed behind. That shower had done her a world of good. She felt better, still a little ill and her body felt strangely drained of energy, but on the whole she felt like her usual self. Hermione, meanwhile, was still on her strange high, walking with a hop and a skip to her step, hands held behind her back.
"Come on Ginny. We'll be late for Breakfast at this rate. Move your little butt."
"Okay," Ginny stopped, hand rising in front of Hermione. "One, we are the first ones up in the entire School. So we couldn't possibly be late. Two, real breakfast doesn't start for another hour. Everyone knows that you're supposed to turn up an hour late. And three… I do not have a little butt thank you very much!"
"Enough talk, come on."
Completely ignoring Ginny's previous comments, Hermione gripped the young redhead's hand and led them down a flight of stairs. Ginny followed, gripping Hermione's hand and pulling her back when she attempted to jump to the retreating platform. Hermione merely smirked, winking as she turned her attention to the next staircase.
Oh My God!
Are you trying to seduce me?
Because I will ravish you on this staircase in front of the entire School if you keep this up.
Walking down another flight of stairs, Ginny shook her head. She couldn't understand Hermione's sudden change in attitude. Nothing remarkable had happened the night before, or even the day before. So, what the hell was Hermione smiling about?
Unable to hold her tongue, Ginny spoke. "How are you so bright and chipper this early in the morning?"
"…" Hermione shrugged noncommittally.
"You hate mornings! I know you do. So, don't even try to tell me otherwise."
Laughing, Hermione turned to face Ginny as she descended the stairs. "I don't know. I can't explain it. Maybe I'm just happy to be back? Maybe I just like a change in routine? Or, maybe… it's the company?"
Feeling Hermione's grip tighten, Ginny greeted the brunette's smile with one of her own. She would not be dissuaded, however, by such an act and quickly rounded on her senior. "Ha-ha, very funny! I know something happened, and that you are keeping it from me, Mione."
"Nothing happened, Ginny. I'm just… feeling very happy. Can't you be satisfied with that?"
Biting her lip, Ginny nodded, following Hermione as she slowed her pace. "I am. I'm relieved actually. Haven't seen you this upbeat in a while. It's a good look for you," Looking around her vicinity, Ginny leaned forward towards Hermione.
"If you are not careful I might just move into your room if it means I can get to see you looking so happy."
Giggling behind her hand, Hermione smiled at the possibility, calming herself before she spoke again. "I know I wouldn't say no to that. There is always a space beside my bed waiting for you, Ginny. You're welcome to it any time."
"You're talking about the floor, aren't you?" Ginny deadpanned. Ignoring Hermione's increasing laughter, the redhead continued. "It's funny. On the day that you are so cheerful and happy, I am absolutely exhausted and sick. I can't even enjoy this moment because I'm… I'm… 'Achoo'… sneezing all the time."
Concerned, Hermione took another look at Ginny. Her pale features drawing her attention. She didn't look like her usual, vibrant, self today. Before she could say anything, another sneeze shook the younger girl's body. Ginny had been doing that a lot on their way to the Great Hall. It was starting to worry her.
"You know… Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey."
"Looks who's talking." Ginny muttered under her breath, walking through the doors of the Great Hall.
As they stepped inside both girls made their way towards the Gryffindor table, mouths watering as they eyed the food already on display. There were only a handful of students sitting to eat, mostly Ravenclaws shifting through food and books, occasionally getting them mixed up. Though no sign of Slytherin yet, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were present but not a single Slytherin could be seen. Unsurprising as they were considered the laziest of the four houses.
Sitting down to eat, Ginny took two slices of bread and a bottle of jam from the table – satisfied with her endeavour. Her attempts to spread the jam over her bread were forgotten, however, when she saw the assortment of foods that littered Hermione's plate. Sausages, eggs, bacon, bread, chicken, croissants, pana chocolates, what looked like a ringed doughnut, baked beans, Weetabix and not forgetting the large pancakes were piled on top of one another. Ginny eyes expanded, stomach rumbling in respect.
"Eh, Ron? Could you remove yourself from Hermione's body?" Ginny said, a hint of truth rising in her words.
"What? Come on. I'm really hungry. And this is nothing compared to what Ron eats."
Shaking her head, Ginny ignored Hermione. Ignored how she gouged herself on the food like a starving animal, ignored how everyone in the room had their mouths open as they watched Hermione breath in her food. Ignored the clatter of cutlery as a nearby Ravenclaw dropped her fork, her mouth biting around a rather tasty looking book.
This wasn't happening? There was no way Hermione could eat all this, and yet here she was dwarfing every last bit. And…
Oh God…
No!
NOOOOOOOO!
Don't do that!
Do not ever… EVER lick your lips like that again!
Taking a moment to compose herself, Ginny looked towards her breakfast and began to eat.
"GINNY! What are you doing?!"
Surprised by the interruption, Ginny almost dropped her bread on the floor before turning towards the source of the commotion. Upon inspection she watched in astonishment as a number of Gryffindor's sprinted past the doors of the Great Hall - one solitary girl staying behind to wave in her direction. Confused, Ginny looked towards Hermione who merely shrugged noncommittally before returning to her second helping of chicken.
You lucky piece of chicken!
What I wouldn't give to be eaten out by…
… Wait, what?
"Ginny!"
Shaking her head, Ginny refocused on the approaching Gryffindor, realising it was a friend from her year. Confused by her state of duress, Ginny arched an eye brow.
"Hello, Susie. What can I do for you?"
Breathing deeply after such a long run, Susie laid a hand on Ginny's shoulder. Ginny eying her questioningly at the act.
Little did Suzie or Ginny know but directly beside them sat a silently enraged Hermione Granger. The Brunette's eyes resting on Suzie's hand which dared to touch her… her… her best friend. The juice from the jam doughnut slipping over her hand as she crushed it.
"Ginny?! What the hell are you thinking!? We have to go now!?"
Being pulled against her will Ginny quickly pushed away her friend's hand. She did not like to be handled this way, no matter the situation. "Suzie? What are you talking about? What's going on?"
Disbelief rising to the young blonde's features, Suzie crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What's going on!? What's going on!? I'll tell you what's going on!? Professor Snape! That is what's going on!"
"Snape? What about him? We haven't got Potions for another hour?"
Sighing, her head shaking from side to side as she rubbed her forehead, Suzie pointed to Ginny's bag. "Look in your diary."
"My diary?"
"Yes!" Suzie drawled, hands tearing at her hair. "Look in your diary and you will see the reason for my anger!"
Doing as instructed, Ginny placed her breakfast on the plate and fished out her diary from within the confines of her bag. Looking at Suzie one last time, she opened her diary. Her eyes widening as she scanned the first page. She now saw the reason for Suzie's discomfort.
"We have potions… now! What the fuck!? Last night it wasn't till nine?"
"Yeah," Suzie sighed, ignoring her friends who called her from the entrance way. "He changed it late last night."
"You're fucking kidding me!" Shaking her head, Ginny fumed. "That shrivelled up piece of sh…"
Distracted by a taping to her left, Ginny turned towards Hermione, a warm smile plastered on the brunette's face. All worries began to melt away in an instant despite the seriousness of the situation. But that was just the effect Hermione had on her. She always knew what to do when the need rose, always had just the right things to say to calm her when in distress. That would never change. And she was grateful for it.
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"Can I have your jam sandwich?"
Ginny blanched at the unexpected response from her favourite brunette, eyes rising to Suzie for confirmation that what had been said had actually been said. When she received no word in reply, Ginny sighed, grabbing her bag as Suzie sprinted towards the exit. She needed to go but Ginny promised… she would not forget this most cruel of betrayals.
"This is not over!" Ginny shouted, sprinting after Suzie and through the door of the Great Hall.
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"So? Is that a yes?"
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It was an hour later and Hermione still remained seated in the Great Hall, nursing her belly which was now filled to capacity. The strange ebb of happiness and enjoyment had rubbed off quite some time ago. In fact it had gone away the moment Ginny had left her side. She was back to being the usual Hermione now and, for that reason, the memories of her antics this morning caused quite a reaction. Without need for a mirror, Hermione could tell that her face was bright red.
Harry and Ron hadn't made it down to breakfast yet so Hermione busied herself talking to Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan. The former striking up a quite fascinating conversation about the appearance of freed elves protesting outside the Ministry of Magic. Apparently they demanded that their garments be taken away from them and burnt so that they could return to their masters. Hermione couldn't believe her ears when she learned of this.
Why would the house elves do such a thing?
Didn't they want their freedom..?
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As the talk turned to Quidditch, Hermione's mind began to wander – much like it did when the word Quidditch was spoken. Her eyes wandered the expanse of the Great Hall never resting on anything for too long…
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That was until they settled on a familiar figure walking her way into the Great Hall.
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All sound ceased, her breath hitching as the student walked alongside her colleagues, shining brighter than the rest.
Wow!
She couldn't help herself. With every stride Hermione's eyes would focus in on her flushed yet ripe thighs. With every movement of her torso Hermione would watch the slim contours of her body as her hips swayed. She was gorgeous, unique and perfectly proportioned to such an extent that even a professional model would grit her teeth in envy. The form fitting clothing did nothing to quell the arousal that spiked inside her. Nor the sight of those plump… delicious… heavenly looking lips.
Oh God!
Those…
Those lips…
All thoughts ceased. Memories of the girl's legs, her body and clothing were no longer relevant. Only her lips. Unbeknown to her, Hermione's hand began to move towards her hip as the girl in question laughed at some joke that never registered in the brunette's mind. But she didn't care. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Just her lips.
Hermione could only imagine what they tasted like. How soft and supple they must have felt if pressed against her own. With one gentle tug Hermione had no doubt she would be drowned in a sea of bliss. And, oh, how badly she wanted to tug at that lip of hers between her teeth.
Hermione's hand came to rest on her thigh before drifting towards the place that needed her utmost attention. She couldn't stop her progress. Couldn't deny this feeling that was taking over her entire thought process. The urge was almost… primal. The thought of walking up to the girl, slamming her against the table and having her way with her lips was almost too much to handle. Her hand was inching closer now, slipping beneath the edge of her panties.
Oh God!
How did I never realise!
Those lips…
I want them…
I need them…
Breathing heavily, Hermione's hand glided over the wisps of pubic hair. Those lips still the only thing visible to her naked eye. God, they looked ripe. Her heart suddenly thundered in her chest as she watched a row of stunning white teeth press down on the delicate, pliant flesh. Hermione almost kicked the table at the sight but somehow managed to keep her cool. She was so close. So very close.
When did she become this…
Enticing…
When did Cho Chang become this sexy?
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"Hermione?"
"Oi, Hermione!? Wake up!?"
Jerking her hand out of her panties, Hermione stared at the two figures sitting across from her. It was Harry and Ron. Both looked at her in concern, Ron's plate untarnished by food. Looking between the two, the feeling of moisture staining her fingers, Hermione blushed crimson. Eyes widening as she realised what she had been doing in front of the entire School.
"Hermione? What the hell's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"What? I, um…"
"You were staring into space. Ignoring us completely."
Relieved to hear this piece of information, Hermione nodded franticly before reaching for a nearby napkin. She had to clean her hand, it was… well, it just had to be cleaned. No need to go into detail about the reasons why. That would be too embarrassing.
Smiling at the pair, Hermione refocused her attention. "Oh, sorry. My mind was miles away. I was just thinking about going to the library to pick up a book. I…"
Interrupting with a raised hand, Ron returned to his meal. "Say no more. I know you well enough to know where this is going."
Relieved, Hermione looked in the direction of Cho's last known position. Her heart sinking when she realised she was no longer there. Eyes refocusing on the Ravenclaw table, Hermione shifted through the students one by one until her eyes finally settled on her prize. There she was; Cho Chang. The Ravenclaw who had once sparked romantic interest in her best friend, Harry Potter. And she could hardly blame Harry, Cho Chang was an absolute beauty.
Battling against the wave of jealousy that formed when thoughts of Harry's lips on Cho's came to mind, Hermione gritted her teeth. It was stupid. She knew this. But the thought of Cho's lips being touched by someone else's was… disconcerting. They were so ripe. Harry was a lucky man to have touched something so… God, there wasn't even a word that perfectly captured Cho's lips.
Staring, Hermione shuffled to a nearby vacant seat so that she could get a better look at Cho. No one seemed to notice her strange behaviour, except for Harry who eyed her in concern. He tried to follow her line of sight but couldn't find anyone that warranted such close inspection. Believing the matter was not serious or hazardous to her health, Harry decided to let Hermione be.
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Listening to the inane drivel of her friends, Cho Chang busied herself with looking around the Great Hall. When she gazed across the Gryffindor table she was surprised to see none other than Hermione Granger staring back at her. Eye brows arching in surprise, Cho shot the brunette a look.
The look froze Hermione in place, her mouth thin and hands clenched around the edge of the Gryffindor table. She's been caught ogling without a doubt. To Hermione's surprise, however, a small smile trickled its way up Cho's lips, a set of white teeth peeking through the natural curve of her lip. Hermione's heart quickened in response to this, heat rushing to all corners of her body.
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Cho was no longer interested in the words her friends said. No longer cared about the food that had caused her stomach to growl in hunger. Hermione was looking at her. Odd as – in Cho's mind – she did not exist to the brunette. She was the ex of the boy who lived. Nothing more, nothing less. At least that's what she thought Hermione believed, but maybe she'd been wrong.
Sitting up in her seat, Cho leaned to her side – to get a better view of Hermione – and waved in her direction. It was an odd sight to say the least, Cho's upper body turned ninety degrees as she waved in what could only be described as a flirtatious manner. Cho had not intended it to be flirtatious of course but sexy people had a habit of making normal gestures look… incredibly sexy.
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Meanwhile, across the hall, Hermione's eyes focused on Cho. The sight of the young Ravenclaw innocently - and cutely – waving to her had sent more heat rushing to her sex. In response Hermione pressed her knees together trying to stem the heat that pulsed within her. Taking a moment to compose herself, Hermione drew in a long shuddering breath. She needed to look away, Cho was… doing things to her. That damn smile should have been illegal.
Just look down at your food…
Look down at your food…
Yes, that's right…
Keep looking…
Keep looking…
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Disgruntled to see Hermione break their eye contact, Cho sighed. She had scared the young brunette away without saying a single word. That must have been a new record for her. Why did she have to be so obvious? Had she been staring at Hermione like she had wanted to eat her?
Well, that's just great…
My thoughts must have shown on my face yet again.
Nice going, creep…
Congratulations! You did it again, Cho – Fucking – Chang!
"So, Cho, what do you think?"
Surprised by the interruption, Cho turned towards the voice, a hand moving to wipe away the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. Everyone was staring at her in wait. Leaning towards her as if her next words would be a new decree from god himself.
Great, I ignored my fan girls, now what the hell am I supposed to do?
"S-Sorry? I was miles away." Cho laughed, batting herself on the head with her first, her tongue poking out the side of her lip.
Everyone smiled and laughed as Cho knew they would.
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Moving the food around her plate, Hermione chanced a look back in Cho's direction. She was talking with her friends, unaware that she was being stared at once again. A mixture of relief and disappointment washed over her as she watched Cho smile at some second year she had never seen before.
What a lucky second year.
Oh well, there wasn't much she could do about that. Cho wasn't her property after all. She could so whatever she liked.
Picking up her glass of orange juice, with a sigh, Hermione took several gulps.
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With every lull in the conversation Cho's eyes would sweep over to Hermione, every chance she had she took not caring if she were caught by her friends. Or anyone for that matter. The young brunette seemed unaware of her pin point stare, too concerned with the contents of her drink to look up in Cho's direction. Cho watched Hermione's throat as it constricted to allow the liquid to rush through…
J-Jesus!
I-Is it hot in here or is it just me…?
Eyes unable to look away, Cho fingered the half-filled glass in front of her. A bead of sweat rolling off her brow.
God, that is sexy…
Really… Really… Sexy…
How can she look so sexy when drinking a simple glass of orange juice?
She didn't know how it was possible but damn was it a sight to see.
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Taking a moment to look back in Cho's direction – not expecting anything to come of it – Hermione almost sprayed the entire table when she saw those brown eyes looking back at her. Resting a hand against her mouth, Hermione forced herself to swallow the remaining liquid, tears coming to her eyes before she coughed and spluttered into the cuff of her sleeve.
Concerned, Harry and Ron reached over the table to help. Harry offering a nearby tissue while Ron – astute as always – offered his support with several hard whacks to her back.
Signalling for Ron to stop with a glare, Hermione eyed Cho nervously, praying she had not seen that embarrassing moment. With one look Hermione knew Cho had seen it. No, in fact, she was sure of it. The Ravenclaw could be seen fighting back a fit of giggles, a hand over her mouth as she laughed genuinely for the first time in months. Hermione's ears reddening as she caught sight of those teasing lips move in and out of sight.
Look away…
Keep your cool…
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As Hermione stared down at her plate – ignoring Cho completely – another sensation began to take root in the pit of her stomach. The feeling was rather unpleasant, like her abdomen was being tightened against her will. The effort of breathing suddenly becoming harder to manage. Something was coming, Hermione could feel it, and what's more, the reason for her distress felt like it was somewhere nearby.
Don't look…
Don't look…
Don't look…
DON'T LOOK!
Looking up, Hermione caught sight of the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Chloe Roberts, making her way down the aisle. She was greeting students as she passed by their tables, acting in a professional and friendly manner to all that approached her. Young girls watched Chloe's progress with eyes filled with admiration, their hero only a foot away.
The greetings continued as Chloe moved forward, her steps unimpeded… until she reached Hermione's table. The moment Chloe laid eyes on the brunette her footsteps came to a screeching halt. Then, within the span of a few seconds, Chloe's eyes widened and her arms jerked in surprise, her papers tumbling to the floor.
"…"
Shocked by her mishap, Chloe hurried to pick them up, kneeling against the floor as she scooped them to her chest. Feeling responsible, Hermione bent down to pick up the papers closest to her. There were quite a few lying around, picking up one Hermione quickly scanned the content, absentmindedly.
This stuff was advanced. Way more advanced than anything Hermione had seen, even during her search of the library last year. She didn't recognise half these spells or the creatures that it spoke of. Was this what they would be learning this year?
Realising she shouldn't be snooping, Hermione reached out to collect another paper a little ways off. Instead of feeling the usual crumpled texture of paper, however, Hermione felt a rather soft and bony substance beneath her fingers.
Without warning a sudden pulse of electricity shot through her arm, the sensation forcing her eyes to close in silence. Hermione's breathing became shallow - lips dry - as she gripped the soft intrusion between her fingers. The pliant material returning the gesture almost immediately.
Turning towards the intrusion, Hermione came face to face with none other than Chloe Roberts. They were a hair breath apart, both looking at one another with a hint of apprehension and confusion. From such a close distance Hermione could see Chloe clearly for the first time since the opening ceremony. And, what she saw… it simply took her breath away.
Chloe epitomized the definition of a regal beauty. Older than her of course, by around twenty years if Hermione remembered correctly, and yet so very appealing. Her eyes showed signs of a difficult life full of hardship and death… but it was all locked away. Hermione couldn't reach it, even though some part of her wanted to.
Drinking in this moment, Hermione felt Chloe's breath fan against her face. The contact making Hermione blush as she met the new teachers eyes once again. A few locks of hair fell into Chloe's eye line but she never seemed to notice it. She just stared… at her.
So beautiful…
To think she's be so close…
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Wait, close…
Realising their proximity, Hermione looked from her hand to Chloe and back again before comprehension finally dawned. Releasing a un-Hermione-like yelp, the brunette released her hold and collapsed to the floor in a heap.
Startled, Chloe's hand retreated to her bosom, eyes watching as Hermione stared at her from the floor. Both continued to stare at each other, dead to the eyes that occupied the space all around them. Several voices whispered in the background, undiscernible to the two who only recognised one another in this single moment.
"Um, Sorry!" Hermione stuttered, pushing herself to her knees and placing the papers in front of Chloe.
Chloe merely stared at them, bemused. "For What?"
"For… For… Y-You know… Making you drop your things…"
"You did no such thing," Chloe replied, a gentle tone reaching her voice. "The fault lies with me. You have nothing to apologise for. If anyone should apologise it's me."
With her heart pounding in her ears, Hermione motioned towards the papers that lay before her. "Um, eh, these… these are yours. Um, I… I'll help you pick up the rest."
"Thank you. That is most generous of you, miss. But I think a simple incantation will suffice." Turning towards the papers, Chloe pulled out her wand and said. "Accio papers!"
One by one the papers rose from the floor and rested on the curve of her arm. Hermione watched as papers circled her position, flying past her ears in a swish of movement. Blushing, Hermione jumped to her feet and held her arm to her stomach. A nervous habit that she had had trouble shaking since her youth, becoming apparent once again.
"Ah, right, magic. I-I should have probably thought of that. Eh… Sorry again… About before."
Smiling, Chloe reached out towards Hermione and trailed a finger down her earlobe. "There's no need. In fact, I would rather thank you for your assistance."
Breathe hitching, Hermione leaned into the contact and stared into Chloe's stunning eyes. The moment last only a second though, Chloe's hand quickly removing itself from Hermione's tender ear. Clearing her throat, a nervous look reaching her eyes, Chloe bowed and turned to continue along the path towards the teachers table.
Great…
I just embarrassed myself in front of the new Defence against The Dark Arts teacher…
Way to go; first Cho and now Chloe Roberts…
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However, just as Hermione was about to turn to sit, Chloe's voice halted her once again. The young teacher scuttling back to the Gryffindor table, no care for the eyes that followed their continued interaction. "Um? What is your name, miss?"
"Oh, Hermione. Hermione Granger, Miss Roberts."
Nodding, Chloe wrote the name down on a piece of paper within her pile. Chloe's lips forming the words Hermione Granger repeatedly until she finished. "And… Do you have Defence against the Dark Arts this year?"
"Yes, I do."
"When?"
Unsure Hermione turned to her bag and pulled out her diary. Hands flicking through the pages while Chloe stared at her, lost in thought. "Um? I have Defence against the Dark Arts on Tuesday and… twice on Friday."
"Good. Good." Chloe nodded, scribbling another note on the same page. "Thank you for indulging me."
Smiling, for reasons that escaped her, Hermione watched as Chloe stared back at her. And, if Hermione was not mistaken, Chloe seemed to look her up and down with an appreciative nod. Yeah, she must have been mistaken. There was no way, right?
"Hmm?" Chloe mumbled, fingers pinching her lower lip in thought. "Hermione Granger, I'll remember that."
Flinching at the mention of her name, Hermione pushed her legs firmly together. Her body freezing as she felt something spread inside her panties.
Oh My God!
No!
No!
No!
You have got to be kidding me!
Noticing Hermione's sudden change, Chloe stepped back and turned her attention to the ground. "Oh! Eh, sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward. Would you prefer Miss Granger from now on?"
"N-No… It's fine…"
Smiling uncertainly, Chloe looked towards the teachers table, motioning towards it as she spoke. "Well. I, uh… Should probably get going. Sorry for disturbing you again. It was most rude of me."
"No, it wasn't a prob…"
Interrupting, Chloe smiled at Hermione. "You're too kind. I'll… I'll see you on Tuesday then."
Walking away, Chloe quickened her paces towards the teachers table. Hermione, meanwhile, avoiding the glares that filled the Great Hall, sped in the opposite direction, towards the exit of the Great Hall.
I need to go upstairs and clean myself…
This is getting ridiculous!
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Author's Notes: Really sorry for the delay. I had this chapter written on three different occasions but didn't like the way the information was presented in each version. This is my forth re-write and the best version I have done, even though I am not entirely happy with it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter regardless of the quality of writing. I tried to lessen the amount of exposition, like one reviewer suggested, but after editing I can see that I have done too much yet again. There's fleshing out the story and then there's… well, let's just say I have some ways to go before I can be satisfied with my writing.
Okay, onto the stuff that really matters. The next chapter will include the one character you have all been waiting for. She has turned up in multiple reviews and, because of this, I decided to delay her introduction until now. Your favourite French student will be appearing, and even more importantly than that; she will be involved in a very prominent angle that will be contained within the overall story structure of this tale. I wanted to bring the resounding favourite in with a bang, so to speak; hopefully I will succeeded in the next chapter but only time will tell.
So, as you may have guessed; Cho is one of the newest contenders for Hermione's affections. I always liked the potential of Cho's character. And am happy to see her name mentioned a few times in past reviews. She will be involved quite a bit, as will the rest. Ginny has simply been a joy to write so far so I might feature her a little more. I like her character and personality, after all.
Furthermore, after looking through the reviews in the last chapter I have come to a realisation that views are still split on the; normal sex, penis or tail. So, I have another proposition. I believe all groups will be satisfied if I keep this story 90% normal sex and the remaining 10% will be penis and tail. Although, now that I think about it, another possibility could be that, when I come to write sex scenes, I write two or three different versions of the event. Now they wouldn't be massive departures from each other, the overall story content would remain the same, but the sexual content would be written up differently. I could upload all three chapters to the story with headings, I.e. penis content, normal sex and tail content. So you're aware which one you are reading.
How does that sound?
Yeah, it means a little more work but you guys are definitely worth it.
The decision is up to you. I'll have a look at what you all say and go from there.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I can promise you the next one will be something a little special :D So definitely look forward to that. Anyway I've got to go, I'm not sure when I'll be able to write again but I'm hoping it will be soon. By for now and I hope you enjoyed the newest chapter of The Succubus.
