Casting for Ladies In This Chapter:

Hermione Granger…Millie Bobby Brown

Merula Snyde…Camren Bicondova

Patricia Rakepick…Jessica Chastain

Ginevra Rakepick..Sadie Sink

Luna Lovegood…Kiernan Shipka

Eloise Midgen…Maisie Williams.

Samantha Shacklebolt…Laura Harrier

Flora Carrow…Lucy Hale.

Hestia Carrow…Lucy Hale.

Beatrice Haywood…Dove Cameron.

Penny Haywood…Lili Reinhart

Lyra Malfoy…Sydney Sweeney


The death march to the office of the Hogwarts Headmistress felt like an eternity to Hermione Granger. Nothing she could say could ever justify what she did. Pinning this on Malfoy would not go over well. The memory which the rich bitch dumped into her head made Hermione breath heavily.

Almost there. To the end of the road. Hermione wondered if she could ever look anyone in the face once again.

"Dynasty."

The office for the Headmistress opened up. Professor Snyde stood behind Hermione and that look of judging disappointment caused Hermione's stomach to turn.

"You have my note about Granger, right, Headmistress?" Professor Snyde asked.

"Yes, Merula, I'll take it from here," Professor Rakepick said. "You may return to your students."

Professor Snyde left Hermione all alone with Professor Rakepick.

"Sit."

Hermione sat down. She had been completely deflated. It had been a long staredown between herself and Rakepick.

"You're not expecting me to offer you a lemon drop, are you, Miss Granger?"

"No, Professor."

Hermione stared at the floor.

"Eyes up," Professor Rakepick said. "Look me in the eye when you're talking to me. Show some respect."

"Sorry."

"You're only sorry because you were caught," Professor Rakepick said. "And you were caught. Defiling the school groups with your deviance."

"It won't happen again," Hermione said.

"You are right about one thing," Professor Rakepick said. "It won't. Professor Haywood is very disappointed at you, along with your other teachers for what you've done. In front of first years as well. They won't forget this for a very long time, will they?"

"No, Professor," Hermione said. "I…"

"If you're going to tell me something, then tell me," Professor Rakepick said. "Because, so far, I don't have a good reason why you would do something like that. What you do in the privacy of your own Dormitory, is your business, as long as you clean up after yourself afterwards. And use silencing spells."

"You want to know?"

"Explain yourself, Miss Granger," Professor Rakepick said.

"I was sent down to see Professor Haywood, so she could get me a potion, for…hair removal," Hermione said.

"Well, I can see why you might require it," Professor Rakepick said. "Continue."

"But…she was busy," Hermione said. "So, I decided to wait outside."

If Hermione said what Professor Haywood was busy doing, she doubted very much she would endear herself to the woman. Accusing Rakepick's ward of anything would not get Hermione in the stern woman's good books.

She was gorgeous. And terrifying.

"And then, I ran into Lyra Malfoy," Hermione said. "She attacked me. And did something to me where I forced to see one of her memories where she was sexually activated. It wasn't until Professor Haywood screamed my name that I snapped out of it."

Professor Rakepick stared at Hermione for a good long time.

"Accusing one of our top students of misdeeds is very serious and foolish without proof," Professor Rakepick said. "Do you have any proof? Did anyone see her attack you?"

"No," Hermione said. "And when I told Professor Snyde, she said that Malfoy was with her the entire afternoon."

"Then, I have nothing but your word," Professor Rakepick said. "And weighing it against Ms. Malfoy's would not go in your favor."

"You don't believe me."

"I believe you were careless and ignorant," Professor Rakepick said. "If you wanted attention, there are less deviant ways to get it. So close to the Triwizard Tournament, we can't afford this scandal."

"Professor Snyde took points off of me," Hermione said. "Two hundred points."

Professor Rakepick looked Hermione right in the eye. Perhaps it had been a trick of light, but a small shadow of a smile passed over her face, before irritation followed.

"She's right to do so," Professor Rakepick said. "But, that's simply not enough. Because, I'm not convinced it will do you any good."

"Please, Professor, you're not going to expel me. Are you?"

"Explusion would allow you to hide from what you've done," Professor Rakepick said. "I want to face these consequences I want you to apologize to Hogwarts at dinner tonight. And I want you to write letters of apologies to the parents of every single student who witnessed your display."

Hermione's mouth was open slightly, but she nodded with regret.

"And Professor Snyde said I had to explain to my housemmates why I lost those points," Hermione said.

"And I would advise you not to tell a story about how Lyra Malfoy hexed you and forced to relieve an erotic memory," Professor Rakepick said. "It would reflect quite poorly on you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Excellent," Professor Rakepick said. "Now get out of my sight."

Hermione walked off, almost scrambling away.

"Your note, Miss Granger. You are still to return to Professor Haywood to get you the prescribed potion. And you will apologize to her when you do so."

"Professor?"

"Ms. Clearwater and Ms. Lobosca went to the trouble of writing you up the note, I wouldn't want you to waste their time," Professor Rakepick. "You have a busy night Ms. Granger. And you are still expected to attend your nightly seven o'clock meeting."

Hermione was surprised. And scared. Really scared. Terrified and petrified all together.


Dinner passed and Hermione was a bundle of nerves. Everyone looked at her and some of them laughed at her. She went from being a face into the crowd to being the center of attention.

"Now that you've all had your dinner, I believe a student of ours has something she would like to share with you all," Professor Rakepick said. "Hermione Granger."

Hermione walked up. Everyone looked at her and some laughed at her. Hermione cleared her throat.

"I was caught pleasuring myself in the corridor outside of the Potions classroom," Hermione said. "Caught with my pants off. It was wrong of me, and I'm not like that, I swear. I just want to say I'm sorry if I offended anyone or embarrassed anyone with what I did. And I'm really sorry to my fellow Gryffindors with all of the points I lost because of my behavior. It was not right of me to do that and it won't happen again in the future. I won't embarrass Hogwarts with my behavior ever again.

Everyone looked at Hermione. Nothing was said. She walked back to her seat. Everyone watched her, disgusted. Hermione could not do anything other than face forward.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said. "I'm really sorry."

No one looked at her now again. Ginevra Rakepick walked up to her, eyes locked on Hermione.

"You better not be a second late tonight," Ginevra told her coolly. "You're skating on thin ice with that spectacle."

Hermione could not say it was not her fault. She thought she saw Lyra Malfoy just smirking at her from afar.

"Pathetic, Granger."


Hermione had been really early to arrive, because it would make sure she did not have to face Luna or the others. She entered the room and came face to face with the Carrow Twins.

"Mmm, poor little lamb was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Flora said.

"But, she should keep her eyes open," Hestia said.

"Bad look, really bad look to be caught with your pants down," Flora said. "Literally in her case."

For a second Hermione saw a strand of something silver leave Hestia's forehead. She looked terrified.

"Maybe another time," Hestia said. "You look like a scared rabbit, about ready to be mauled by a pair of hungry foxes."

The others entered the room. Luna sat down on the opposite side of the room. Samantha and Eloise had a silent game of rock paper scissors, and Eloise had to be the one to sit next to Hermione.

Tea had been given by anyone. Hermione felt more isolated than ever.

"Let us make one point perfectly clear," Flora said. "You can leave at any time."

"But, there's a catch," Hestia said. "You will be empty, forgotten, with a lifetime full of regrets, and longing. And there is no comeback. Once you leave, you will never be invited back."

"And nothing in your life will matter until your pathetic end," Flora said. "But, you can leave at any time."

"Do you want to?"

Everyone shook their heads, and that included Hermione.

"Very good, you understand that your truth is one that is earned," Flora said. "You will make a crucial error."

"Isn't that right, Hermione Granger?" Hestia asked. "Lyra's plan for you could not have been more plain."

"I don't think she likes you at all," Flora said.

"Wait, you knew?" Hermione asked.

"We know much about you, Hermione Granger," Hestia said.

"There is nothing to fear from a memory," Flora said.

"But, there's much to learn from one."

Once again, Hermione flinched. The Carrow twins just smiled.

"Another time," they said in unison.


Hermione took in a deep breath and sighed. She made her way down to the Potions classroom. Hermione mentally pleaded that Harry Potter was not down there. She moved,quite jumpy.

"Hello, Hermione."

Hermione almost jumped up, wand out. Beatrice Haywood casually deflected her poor attempt at spell casting.

"Hexing the Head Girl?" Beatrice asked. "Aren't you in enough trouble?"

"I'm sorry," Hermione said. "I thought you were someone else."

"Mmm, I can tell," Beatrice said. "Your inner Gryffindor is shining through if you're spoiling for a fight with Lyra Malfoy. Bold of you to accuse her of your little escapade."

"No one believes me," Hermione said. "The Carrows know though. They knew."

"Don't accuse them of anything either," Beatrice said. "It won't end well for you."

"Is that a threat?" Hermione asked.

"No," Beatrice said. "Penny's in her lab. Harry isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Because, I just got done blowing him."

Hermione just choked on the air. Somehow she was not surprised.

"Got a little something left over."

Beatrice grabbed Hermione and without warning kissed her. White fluid entered Hermione's mouth. She could not spit it out if she wanted to. Beatrice made sure Hermione swallowed it.

"Never been snowballed by another girl, have you?" Beatrice asked. "Glad to be your first. Teeth look nice. If we can only improve on the rest."

Hermione shivered. That taste. It tasted a little like the tea. That was it. Beatrice was playing mind-games with her. She wasn't giving Harry oral sex and then kissed her afterwards. She was drinking tea.

Unless…no Hermione was not going to even think of it.

It was a bit stronger than the tea.

Hermione decided to knock on the door to Professor Haywood's classroom before something else happened.

"Come in!"

Hermione opened the door. Professor Haywood looked up.

"Miss Granger," she said coolly.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Hermione said. "I embarrassed you."

"I'm glad you apologized," Professor Haywood said.

"I have a note. For a special potion."

Hermione handed her the note.

"Easy enough," Professor Haywood said. "Sit down. I'll make it for you. It needs a careful hand. Otherwise, you'll lose all of your hair."

Hermione swallowed and nodded. She watched Professor Haywood move around. It was easy to see her bent over that desk. Hermione clutched onto the edge of the table until her fingers were white.

The aftertaste of Beatrice's kiss still lingered in her mouth. At least drinking the potion would get it out of her mouth.

Although Hermione was completely disappointed by it. She waited for Professor Haywood to complete the potion.

"Finished."

Hermione smiled. Her gorgeous Professor took great pride in her work. Professor Haywood walked over and presented Hermione with the potion.

"You'll want to drink all of that."

"Thanks."

Hermione drank the potion and took a few seconds to savor it. Her entire body shivered when she took the potion down into her throat.

"It feels like it's working," Hermione said

"You'll have to come back in six months for another dose," Professor Haywood told her.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem."

"And I'm really sorry," Hermione said.

"You'll learn," Professor Haywood said.

Hermione did learn and walked back into the hallway. She felt completely anew and could not wait to check out her body.


Back in her dormitory, Hermione stripped completely naked. She ran her hands over her smooth body. Completely devoid of any hair. Other than what was on her head.

It worked. The potion worked. Oh, it worked. Hermione gasped in pleasure.

The hair on top of her head could use some work. And Hermione could not believe how overwhelming her breasts were. The words of Lyra Malfoy echoed in her mind.

"These are tits. Do you know what those are, Granger?"

Her breasts were a small handful. Her stomach was flat. Her legs now felt a bit better. And touching them made her feel sensitive. Hermione ran a hand up to her thigh and prepared to touch her.

A small jolt sent Hermione's hand flying back.

"Hello Ms. Granger."

The voice of Professor Patricia Rakepick echoed through her ear.

"I hope you enjoy the little charm I put on you," Professor Rakepick said. "The Chastity Charm. You won't be able to touch yourself until it's earned. It could be days. It could be weeks. Months. Or years."

"Professor, I swear I won't do that again," Hermione said.

"And once placed, even I could not remove it if I wanted to," Professor Rakepick said. "Pleasure will be yours once it's earned."

Hermione realized this charm would not allow her to touch herself in an intimate way or be touched by anyone.

"Only one is powerful enough to remove it. If you impress him."

Hermione collapsed onto bed, naked and frustrated Perhaps she did have it coming. Perhaps she did have it coming for pleasuring herself outside.

Well, time to get dressed. And Hermione had some letters of apology to write.


Hermione sent the letters of apology. Half of them, she had been sent howlers in response. So, everyone had been reminded of what she did.

Lyra walked back and smirked at her in response.

"Finally keeping your hands to yourself, Granger?" she asked.

The other Slytherin girls laughed. They all grew serious for a second when Professor Rakepick's eyes fell upon them. They all left without another word.

Now, Hermione felt paranoid. Professor Rakepick must have known what Malfoy did to her. And yet, Hermione was the one being punished.

Because, Hermione allowed herself to get caught.

If she made the changes the Carrow Twins suggested, sooner, perhaps nothing like this would ever happen.


Day after day, week after week passed. Hermione went to the meetings. It was the week before the Triwizard Tournament. Hermione always found herself trembling when looking around every corner.

"I like what you've done with your hair."

Luna once again sat down next to Hermione. Hermione's hair was less bushy, and more curly. And she also found a handy little charm which would redistribute more of her body weight into her chest and backside. Although the charm kept failing in the most embarrassing ways.

"Howlers drove the point home nicely, I think," Luna said, answering her unasked question. "I was almost late for class last night. Because Harry invited me to watch him shag the Patil twins."

"That's nice, Luna," Hermione said.

"He let me clean up afterwards. His seed was delicious."

"I know," Eloise said with a giggle. "Susan, Hannah, and Megan, they let me watch them play with Harry. Well he let them all let me."

"And I was invited out to the Quidditch Pitch to watch him have an orgy with Bell, Johnson, and Spinnet," Samantha said. "I'm beginning to see why they lost so badly last year in the finals, if Harry banged them like that."

Hermione had not been invited to anything like this for Harry. What the hell was she doing wrong? Other than the really bad thing she did wrong.

"Don't worry, we all progress at our own pace," Luna said. "And you had a very embarrassing setback."

Yes, Hermione recalled. She also half expected to walk into Harry on someone. No visits to her dorm room, no walking in on Harry banging a teacher, or even a student. No surprise kisses with the Head Girl, which had a pleasant aftertaste. Although Beatrice kept smirking whenever she saw Hermione.

Hermione even tried to concentrate on the memory Lyra slipped into her brain.

"But, he hasn't slept with any of you directly, right?"

The girls shook their heads in response.

"Well, that's just a personal question."

Hermione would like to think that after almost two months, she would be used to the Carrow twins doing that. But she was not used to it. Hestia and Flora floated into the room.

They gave the tea. Which tasted like Beatrice's kiss from all of those weeks ago. Well, not as strong. But enough to remind Hermione every night that tea touched her lips.

"Some are closer than others," Flora remarked.

"While others are going to have to put in a little more work," Hestia said.

"We all await Harry Potter's grand victory in the Triwizard Tournament," Flora said.

"Naturally, others will be entered into the Goblet of Fire," Hestia said.

"But, only one can represent Hogwarts in its eternal glory," Flora said.

"And, our glorious hero will sample the foreign delights brought into Hogwarts," Hestia said by licking her lips.

"I heard one of Beauxbatons' top students is a Veela," Flora said.

"And there's always Victoria Krum, the heroine of the last Quidditch World Cup," Hestia said.

"Playwizard is willing to break open the bank for her," Flora said.

"And there are other foreign delights," Hestia said. "You ladies should all step up your game."

A Quidditch Superstar and a Veela, among other exotic gorgeous women coming to Hogwarts? Hermione wanted to scream.

"And there's also the Head of Magical Games and Sports, Gwenog Jones, formerly of the Holyhead Harpies," Hestia said.

"And the head of International Magical Cooperation, Bellatrix Black," Flora said. "A rather curious appointment given her history, but I'm sure Minister Zabini had her reasons."

"Rather stunning to look at," Hestia said.

"And we cannot count out our glorious Headmistress, Patricia Rakepick," Flora said.

Yes, they were all beautiful and stunning and successful. Women which Hermione wished she could even be a tenth as great of.

"But, this is not to give you something to be jealous of," Hestia said. "Rather something to aspire to be."

"Quitters are jealous, winners aspire to greatness," Flora said. "And Luna Lovegood, we read your father's retraction."

"He does seem sincere," Hestia said.

"He was very sorry and will not spread any more lies about Harry Potter," Luna said. "His professional reputation may still be salvaged."

Hermione nodded, so that was that.

"Next Saturday, we will meet after lunch, for the Triwizard Tournament drawing will take place during our normal meeting time," Hestia said.

"Adjust your schedules accordingly," Flora said. "Unless you have anything else better to do."

All four girls shook their heads. They did not. As they had not for the past two months.

"You may leave."

Maybe tonight was the night Hermione would be fortunate enough to get the privilege to watch Harry Potter. She would have to take a closer look at the book regarding body modifications that she could make.

Her mother was well-endowed. There had to be a way to force out those genes, magically speaking. Hermione wondered if she could ask someone about that. Although summoning up the courage was something else entirely.

Well, the Triwizard Tournament would begin and that would be something. People still talked about Hermione's little embarrassment earlier this month, but at least the Tournament would distract them with other matters.

Hermione all but gave up on trying to find a way around the Chastity Charm the Headmistress placed on her. She needed to find a way to capture Harry Potter's attention.

It was the only way she could feel pleasure ever again. Although one misstep would destroy Hermione's entire life. Forever.

To Be Continued.