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All this, understandably, led to a very Not Good place for Millicent.
She was destroyed.
Since there was no point in going back to Gryffindor, she didn't bother finding out what the new password was. She went ahead and moved herself into the new spare bedroom allotted to her. She went back to eating at the Slytherin table during meals, though everyone kept a wide berth from her.
She felt like she wore a sign on her forehead announcing what a doofus she was. What a ridiculous, myopic idiot she was. Did she really think that a Gryffindor could trust a Slytherin? Did she really think that her life was so simple?
So, because she hated herself, for the next week, she retreated into herself. And she ate, because that was easier than any other method of coping.
Whatever brief glimpse of glory she'd tasted in being Hermione's lover, it was long lost. And she was miserable about it.
She had no idea what was to come.
...
One day, as she was leaving the dungeons from potions class, she was stuffing her first post-class snack into her mouth when someone tugged at her elbow.
"Millicent?"
Millicent spun around, hoping against hope that the soft voice belonged to Hermione. But to her surprise, it was Ginevra Weasley.
"What?" asked Millicent, hoping the girl would shut up and leave. She had no desire to deal with any Gryffindors today.
Ginny smiled sadly, and raised her arm, offering a hug. "Are you okay?"
Millicent was suspicious, but she was also deeply, desperately in need of attention, and physical touch. She found herself, despite her better instincts, falling into Ginevra's embrace. The other girl clasped her warmly, and Millicent did her best not to break out in sobs. As it was, she couldn't hide the shivers of pleasure and relaxation as she felt the other girl's breasts press against hers, and Ginny's perky athletic hip pressing into her thigh.
Ginny pressed a kiss near Millicent's ear, which led Millicent to briefly believe that the youngest Weasley was interested in resuming their fly-by-night liaison. But no such luck.
"I know about you and Hermione," said Ginny in a whisper. "What happened? I thought you two would surely be good together."
"I... I said some... idiotic things," Millicent confessed in an even lower whisper, which was garbled by the threatening of tears in her voice. Ginny asked for her to repeat herself, and she did, only slightly louder.
Ginny proceeded to nod, and with a gentle squeeze, dismissed Millicent from their embrace. Millicent reluctantly let go, wondering when the next time she'd get to touch another human being would be. It wouldn't be soon, that was for sure.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, and Millicent believed her. "I... would you like me to help you out?"
"What could you possibly do?" Millicent asked, her voice nearly a wail, but she controlled herself just enough to keep her voice down to a mere whimper.
"Probably not much," Ginny said, and smiled in that sweet, sorrowful way she seemed to be quite good at today. "I'll talk to her."
"That... would be appreciated," Millicent said, her heart sinking. She doubted it would be any help at all. "If she... wants to see me, I'll be in the library all study period."
"I'll tell her," Ginny said, and with a final parting smile, she dashed off.
Millicent, for her part, dug in her bag and found herself another wrapper of pumpkin pasty, and opened it. As she did so, she looked down at her body with some amount of dismay.
She couldn't blame all of her newfound weight to Hermione, that was for certain - she'd been getting fatter both in the relationship, and after. It was all her doing, either way. And surely she would die alone, with no one but her cats for company, because she would be too fat to get out her front door by the time she was fifty.
Ah well. Might as well enjoy it. She sure as hell wasn't getting any thinner.
She munched on the pasty and walked slowly all the way to the library.
...
She didn't actually expect Hermione to come. If she was a better Slytherin, she told herself later, she would have come up with some sort of clever scheme to get Hermione back.
But as it happened, she didn't have that kind of skill all the time. Not when she was so abject and lonely.
Still, she should have planned just the tiniest bit ahead, just in case Hermione did come.
Unfortunately, Millicent did no such thing. She merely sat there in the library, absorbing one of the remaining books on Hermione's list doggedly and without thought to what she was doing. She was bound and determined to get through them all, even though it meant a stab of pain every time she looked at the damned list Hermione had written. Maybe it was self-flagellating; she didn't bloody know.
And of course, given the fact that Millicent did no planning, Hermione did indeed show up at the library that very afternoon. She had a stubborn look on her face, and the rage of a tiger in her eyes, but she seemed at least willing to listen.
Ginny did good work, and fast, Millicent noticed. She wondered what sorts of tricks Ginny knew, and how she could use them herself. The girl must have picked up something, after having slutted her way around half the school.
"So," Hermione said, and threw herself into the chair nearest Millicent with a vigorous thump. Millicent saw the challenge in her former lover's eyes, and she closed the book she'd been reading, a little bit disconcerted to be suddenly faced with the person who had been occupying so much of her mind for so long. "You wanted to see me."
"And apologize," Millicent said, swallowing hard. For the briefest of moments, she couldn't remember what she was apologizing for. "I was saying things I've said a thousand times," she said, "but as of recently, they're also things I haven't meant. Things I've had to say just to survive in Slytherin," she said, and she realized she was blathering. But Hermione was staring at her, intently looking at her. Perhaps this was working. "But clearly that's stopped working. Probably because my heart isn't in it anymore."
"What," Hermione said scathingly, "your heart isn't behind your genocidal ideas anymore? Good for you, Millicent. Have a cookie."
"It's more complex than that," Millicent began defensively, but as she saw Hermione's rage begin to stir, she added, "but also, yes, I understand what you're saying. I shouldn't have been thinking those things, ever. But it's... it's so hard to not when that's what everyone else around you believes. I mean," she went on, "if your parents had told you since you were born that a certain kind of people was out to destroy you and your family, and that you must prepare yourself to defeat them at any cost because the threat they posed was so great... you might think that way, too."
"I would never," Hermione said fiercely. "Oppression is against everything I believe in."
"I mean," Millicent said sadly, feeling like she was bumbling along in the most pathetic fashion, "Sure, but you're different than most people, Hermione. You seem to have this moral compass as strong as bissyroot. And me?" She shrugged. "I guess I don't have nearly so strong of one. But that also means I can change, Hermione. And learn a new kind of belief system. Even... even yours."
Hermione seemed to absorb this. She stared ahead of her, and then buried her face in her hands. She sat there for many tense moments.
Millicent felt like she was going to spew with the tension in her body.
Then, with a groan, Hermione said slowly, "Against my better judgment, I forgive you, Millicent." She raised her face slowly and made eye contact with Millicent.
Millicent couldn't remember ever seeing Hermione Granger cry before. She saw Hermione's eyes brimming with tears, and they were glossy with them, like dewdrops on iris leaves in the morning.
"Shh," Millicent said kindly, heaving herself up from behind the table with effort, and walking over to Hermione's chair. She proceeded to offer her arms to Hermione, like Ginny had offered that morning, and Hermione wrapped herself around Millicent's generously proportioned waist, burying her face in Millicent's soft expansive tummy.
"Are you all right?" she asked, and she hesitantly put her hand in Hermione's hair.
Hermione nodded, and breathed heavily. Her breath was hot and touched Millicent's sensitive tum skin, and she shivered in response. She let her other hand wander down Hermione's shoulder until she met the other girl's soft shoulder blade, and she massaged it with her thumbs in the places it felt tense and stressed.
"Oh," Hermione murmured, again breathing out some hot air against Millicent's soft belly. She proceeded to pull Millicent even closer into her face, and Millicent was embarrassed to see that Hermione's face wasn't even visible to her, she had so much squishy lard around her middle. It was a nice deep pillow for Hermione to sink her face into. Practically a comforter, given how wide she was.
Soon, Hermione pulled herself out of there, and sniffled a little bit. Millicent offered Hermione the hem of her cardigan, and Hermione thankfully blew her nose onto it.
"Are we back to normal?" asked Millicent, not believing any of this quite yet.
"I mean," Hermione said, with a sigh, and she wiped her face with both of her hands. "Would you like to be?"
"Yeah," Millicent said, her voice low and dark. "I would."
"And I suppose I do, too," Hermione said, taking a deep breath and extending her hand to take Millicent's. Millicent, for her part, felt herself blushing a little bit as Hermione tried to pull her into a sitting position on top of her. "I didn't think I would miss it, but I did."
Then Hermione firmly pulled Millicent on top of her. "I'm too heavy," protested Millicent, trying to squirm up off of Hermione's seductively soft and squishy thighs. She felt off-balance, though she genuinely liked where this was leading.
"I don't mind," Hermione said with a hint of a smirk through her tears. She held on tight to Millicent, grabbing her around the middle. She could barely get her arms around the other girl, but Millicent was thankfully just shy of being too fat to squeeze completely. "In fact, I like it," she said softly, directly in Millicent's ear.
Millicent felt herself shiver, and her panties grow a little bit wetter.
"Then that makes two of us," she said, her hand squeezing between their two fleshy middles until she managed to get a handful of Hermione's fine squishy belly. It seemed to have deflated a little bit since she'd last handled it.
"You seem a little bit thinner," observed Millicent, "Have you been eating?"
"Not really," Hermione said with a low groan. "A half-hearted attempt to try and lose a few."
"I think you'd better get them back," Millicent said shyly, and then, drawing her finger across Hermione's fine round cheek, she added, "Indeed, I think you could do with a bit of plumpening up, besides."
"I'm amenable to that," Hermione said. She then patted Millicent's succulent behind and encouraged the other girl to get up. Millicent did so, but kept on holding Hermione's hand.
They left the library, and Hermione dragged them in the direction of Millicent's new room, down the moving staircases. "More privacy there," she confessed, "I admit I was thinking about that when I suggested it as a solution."
"You should have asked me before you did that, you know," Millicent said, then instantly regretted it.
Hermione, however, didn't react badly - she just nodded. "You're right. I was too sure of myself."
"It's something I like about you, though," Millicent said, squeezing Hermione's hand. She felt nearly delirious to be back in Hermione's good graces again. She figured this chance was not to be spoiled, not for all the elves at Hogwarts.
"I hear you," Hermione said, and she sounded a little bit sad. "I like it about me, too. But you know what, Millicent?" she went on, her voice a little more quiet than before. "I think I've changed since I met you."
"Ah," Millicent said, and she frowned. "In what way?"
"I think a good way," Hermione said, and she sighed. "It's gotten me a bit out of my head. Stopped me from chasing rainbows that weren't real. Things like that. I was so dead-set on something being one way, and I guess it never occurred to me that I might have to look somewhere else for something better. Something real. Like this."
She stopped, and looked up at Millicent's face. Millicent was only a few inches higher, and Hermione stood slightly on tip-toe to lean in and give Millicent a robust kiss.
Millicent hadn't ever had such a miraculous kiss. In the way Hermione's tongue tasted her, there was something hungry and desperate.
And Millicent undeniably wanted more.
Neither of them noticed as a very bewildered Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter watched them on a different moving staircase, mouths agape as they watched the girls snog.
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