HERMIONE GRANGER AND THE EROTICUS CURSE

CHAPTER FIVE: STRESS RELIEF

Hermione, after a well-deserved three-day vacation from the constant need of sex after getting a rough threesome from the Weasley wins, was looking forward to more sexual fun. The exams were coming up soon and Hermione definitely needed some fun with someone after a few days from not doing anything. She saw Neville at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall one morning at breakfast. He looked very different than when she saw him at the beginning of the school year. Neville's normal curly mop of dark brown hair was slicked to the side making him look more handsome than she had ever seen him. "Hi, Neville," she said sitting next to him. "You look stressed out."

"I'm just worried that Sirius Black will get into the castle again." Neville said. "He already did once. Who's to say he won't try again?"

"Neville, I can promise you that Sirius Black has no reason to harm you." She rubbed his leg gently. "You are one of the bravest third year Gryffindors I know. If Black comes after you for any reason, you can at least hold him off."

Neville smiled a little at her words. "Thanks, Hermione. That means a lot."

Hermione opened her mouth to reply when she saw Ron storming into the Great Hall. His face was red with rage and his eyes burned with anger. "YOU SHAGGED FRED AND GEORGE LAST NIGHT?" he shouted making everyone stare at him. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?"

"Ron, calm down!" Hermione yelled. "Yes, it's true. The twins found me after my shower and we went for a shag. I promise you, Ron, it was a one-time deal."

"I can't believe you!" Ron snarled at her. "First your bloody cat tries to kill Scabbers, and now you're fucking my family?"

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione shouted making Ron jump. "I JUST TOLD YOU IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?"

"YOU CAN START BY EXPLAINING EVERYTHING!" Ron shouted back. Breathing hard, he plopped down on the seat across from her and, when he spoke, he spoke in a normal, though furious, tone. "What the hell is going on that makes you act like a cheap slut?" Ron felt a burning sensation on his face after a loud SLAP.

"I am many things, Ronald Weasley," said Hermione in a shaking voice. "but I am not a slut!" She wiped tears from her eyes, glaring at him. "There's a reason I didn't tell you what's going on Ron, and this is exactly that reason! If you think I enjoy having to shag every boy I see for two bloody months just so I don't go insane and potentially commit suiiced, then FUCK YOU!" Hermione ran from the Great Hall and stood on the covered bridge staring at the Black Lake. She heard footsteps and instantly believed it was Ron coming to tell her off some more. "If you're here to yell at me about being a slut, Ron, you can go to hell!"

"Why would a teacher do that?" said Remus Lupin from behind her. Hermione whipped around and gulped. "Don't be afraid, Hermione, I'm only here to update you on the potion's progress. Severus has succeeded in gathering most of the ingredients. Unfortunately, a few of the ingredients that he had in his store cupboard are gone. Someone stole them."

"That means whoever cursed me knows that the potion's being made." Hermione said. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

"Now, what were you saying about Ron Weasley calling you a slut?" Lupin asked. Hermione told him what Ron had said at breakfast and the man frowned. "I'm starting to believe that whoever cursed you not only stole Snape's ingredients, but has been telling students about your recent activities."

"I really need to find out who it is before this gets out of hand." Hermione said angrily. "If I don't find out who it is, the whole school will have labeled me the school slut." Lupin nodded. "Let me know if anything new comes up. In the meantime, I have some work to do."

An hour later, Hermione was in the library doing as best as she could to figure out who was behind all of this. In front of her was a diagram of all of the events that happened starting from when she got cursed to right now. "It's impossible!" she said leaning back in her chair. "All of this points to one person and that's Malfoy. The question is, if it is him, how is he able to cast the Eroticus Curse? That's one of the most advanced branches in Dark Magic. Someone had to teach it to him or he spent a lot of time studying it before he could cast it." The second question was would Malfoy have the stomach to cast such a curse? "All the evidence points to him, but I just can't see it."

"What's going on?" asked Neville who had been browsing the shelves nearby. "Who cast a curse?"

"I told you about the Eroticus Curse, right?" she said. Neville nodded. "Well, I made a timeline starting from the moment I got cursed to now and all of the evidence points to Draco Malfoy, but I can't really see him doing this. What does he have to gain from casting such a dark curse?"

"Humiliation." Neville said simply. "Look at it this way. You punched him in the face in front of Crabbe and Goyle. You embarrassed and humiliated him in front of his friends. His only idea is to humiliate you as much as you did him."

"Yes, that's a good motive, but would he have the guts to even cast it?" Hermione said. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. Not to mention that the curse itself is one of the most dangerous curses in Dark Magic. It's so bad it should be one of the Unforgivable Curses."

Neville nodded and said, "How about we take a break for a little while? You look like you could use a little time away from research."

"Yeah, I could definitely use a way to clear my head." Hermione said nodding. "So, what are you thinking?"

"Well, I did hear a little about you shagging the Weasley twins last night," he said with a grin, "but I'm not mad at you for it. I understand it's the curse causing your actions."

Hermione hung her head and looked at the desk she sat at. "I kind of enjoy it, honestly," she said. "It's like the curse brings out a new version of me and...I like it."

"Right, well, I was wondering if you'd like to hook up sometime?" said Neville with a hopeful smile. "I know I'm not the best-looking bloke in school, but..."

"I think you're pretty handsome, Neville," she said smiling fondly at him. "I especially like the new hairdo. Looks better on you."

Neville blushed and then asked, "I never thought I'd ask this, but who else are you planning on shagging before the potion's finished?"

Hermione smiled. "I know this is going to be huge stretch, but one of the boys I really want to shag is Zabini. I mean, he really is hot."

"Yeah, he is good-looking," said Neville. "I heard he's shagged Pansy a few times." Hermione laughed. "Who else?"

"I really never thought I'd ever say this in my life, but either Crabbe or Goyle would be okay to have some fun with." Hermione said with a grimace. "I mean, sure they're just Malfoy's brainless flunkies, but I think they're kinda cute in a way."

"Damn, you really are desperate for a shag, aren't you?" Neville said cringing. "I really can't picture you doing anything with them, honestly."

"Well, there's Seamus and I might even take a chance at Ron when he's calmed down enough, and you, of course."

Neville's jaw dropped. "You...you want to shag me?"

"I think I have for a while, but never really gotten to asking you." Hermione said. "Have you shagged anyone before?"

"Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones and Parvati Patil." Neville said blushing crimson. "They say I'm not that bad in bed."

Hermione leaned in closer to Neville until she was an inch from his face. "I'd like to find out sometime, Neville," she said in her best seductive tone. "Just let me know when and where." Neville grinned and nodded. "Good. See you then."

"Yeah," said Neville with a big smile. "See you." He walked off and headed to the staircase. Hermione watched him and smiled.

The next morning, Hermione woke up and saw Lavender coming in from the common room. "Good morning," said Lavender cheerfully. "Someone wanted me to give you this." She handed Hermione a small piece of folded parchment.

Hermione opened it and read the contents. 'Hermione,' it read, 'I've thought about where and when we should meet. Meet me on the fifth floor by the statue of Boris the Bewildered at nine tonight. You won't be disappointed." There was no signature on the note and this handwriting wasn't from anyone she recognized. "Hmm," she said with a smile, "I guess I'll just have to meet whoever it is where they want to meet. Thank Merlin Harry hasn't asked for the Invisibility Cloak back yet. I'll give it back to him tomorrow." Hermione went to breakfast and ate while reading the day's issue of the Daily Prophet. She glanced over at the Hufflepuff table and saw Cedric Diggory quickly look away from her, though she could see a little smirk on his face. Cedric was an extremely handsome sixth year Hufflepuff boy with a well-built and burly body, wavy dark hair and chiselled features and bright grey eyes. When Hermione looked at him, she felt a slight surge of arousal. If he's that hot, she thought, he has to be a decent size where it counts. She shook her head to clear her mind of any naughty thoughts. It was too early for that right now.

"Hey," said Harry. "How was your night?"

"Pretty good," said Hermione. "How are you this morning?"

"Oh, you know, trying not to get killed by Sirius Black, as usual." Harry said casually with a grin. He frowned and lowered his voice. "How's it going with the curse?"

Hermione sighed. "I did some digging last night. I pieced together a timeline of events starting on the day I got cursed to right now and all of the evidence points to Malfoy. I hate to say it, but you may be right."

Harry sighed. "I was actually hoping I was wrong," he said. "You did humiliate Malfoy pretty badly by punching him."

"I understand that I overreacted, but don't you think this is a little too much revenge?" Hermione said. "He's meddling with very powerful Dark magic and it could backfire on him at some point."

"So," said Harry trying to catch up with her idea, "we're trying to get him to stop the curse by asking niecely?"

"Harry, this curse is going to stop one way or another." Hermione said firmly. "Either by the potion or Malfoy himself, and I don't care what it takes to get him to break the curse. I don't bloody care if I have to shag him to do it. I will do whatever I have to do."

"You'd actually shag him?" Harry said in disbelief. "I really can't imagine you doing that."

"Unfortunately, I have no choice in the matter." Hermione said in dismay. I have to do whatever it takes." Harry nodded, though he didn't fully agree with her solution. "Anyway, I better get going. I'll see you later." Harry nodded and headed off to the first class of the day.

Ten minutes after eight that night, Hermione snuck through the castle to the fifth floor. She used some of the secret passageways Harry took to sneak around the castle during his nighttime strolls. She found a passage on the seventh floor that took her to the fifth and turned left to find Cedric by the statue of Boris the Bewildered. She wore a pink bathrobe tied at the waist and her curly brown hair fell to her shoulders nicely. "Hello," she said waving at the older boy. "I got your note."

"How did you know it was me?" said Cedric with a smile.

"Let's just say you wrote as if you were unsure of what to say in your note," said Hermione with a playful grin. "Try to be more sincere and assertive." Cedric gave a nod and gave the password to the fourth door on the left behind the statue.

"Pine-fresh," he said and the door unlocked. He swung it open and they quickly went inside. "What do you think?"

"It's large." Hermione said in awe as she looked around the bathroom. There was a large swimming pool-like tub and some toilets on one side of the room. The tub itself sunk deep into the ground with four bath taps. Each tap ran a different color of water: red, green, blue and yellow. "Those taps represent the four Hogwarts houses, don't they?' she said. Cedric nodded and turned on all four taps until the tub was filled with water.

"Care for a bath?" he said with a crooked grin. Hermione shivered with pleasure at his seductive tone and eyes. She watched with intent as he stripped his trousers and shirt. He had no underwear on, which meant she had a great view of Cedric's pecker. "It's not fair if I'm the only one naked, you know."

Hermione untied her robe and shrugged it off. She, also, had no underwear on under her robe. "Do you usually walk around without any underwear on?"

"Only on special occasions," he said with a wink and waded into the hot water. "Are you coming?" Hermione grinned and followed him into the water. She felt a sense of peace when the water touched her body. She dove down and sprang up a few seconds later soaking wet. Hermione waded over to his side and sat on the edge with her feet in the water. Cedric, who was already completely wet, was already sitting on the ege. "Even when you're soaked, you look hot."

Hermione blushed as she pushed her soaking wet hair out of her face. "Same goes to you, Cedric," she said placing her hand on his thigh. She gave the boy a look when he moved her hand to his crotch and he gave a nod. "So this is what you wrote to me about?" she asked.

"Well, there's more to just you touching me like this," he said and slid his own hand between her legs until his fingers were gently rubbing her opening. Hermione's breathing matched the speed of his finger and she gave a squeak when she felt his finger push inside her. "You're enjoying this." Cedric said. It wasn't a question, but a statement. He pulled his finger out of her pussy and moved so he was in front of her. Hermione spread her legs wider for him. "I know you'll like this."

Hermione gave a moan when she felt his lips touch her vagina. "Oh, God!" she said closing her eyes. "Cedric..." Her eyes snapped open when she felt his tongue shot inside her tunnel. "FUCK!" she groaned and gripped his short wet hair, pushing his face into her crotch. "KEEP GOING!" Cedric tongue-fucked her for at least five minutes before she moved herself away from him. "Your turn." Cedric sat back down and Hermione moved in front of him and stroked his dick for a few minutes. "I'm sure you've heard about my oustanding blow jobs?" she said.

"Oh, I've heard a few stories," said Cedric, "and I'm glad I finally get to find out if those stories are true or not." he sat back as she bent her head down over his legs and licked the tip of his dick a few times before taking a couple of inches in her mouth. He watched as her head bobbed up and down in a steady pace. "Merlin, this is great." Hermione kept going and Cedric just enjoyed what she was doing. After a little while of her slow and steady pace, Cedric gripped the back of her head lightly and quickened her pace a little so the tip of his rod was tapping the back of her throat. "That's it," he said with encouragement. Something snapped in Hermione's mind and she began to take control. She gripped the shaft of his rod and slid her hand up and down, matching the movements of her head in steady rhythm. "Holy..." he gasped at the sudden change in movements. "Warn me next time!"

Now, she thought as she kept going with her new technique, time for the real show. Hermione forced her head down until she gagged on his thick rod. Fuck! she said mentally. This is way more fun than what I normally do. Hermione stopped when her jaw was starting to ache from keeping her mouth open so wide for too long. She stood up and hovered low over Cedric's pelvis. Cedric held his dick up so she could lower herself down. Oh, God! she thought to herself as she felt his thick dick push into her tight twat. Hermione felt Cedric's hands on her hips and started moving up and down slowly. "You like this, don't you?" he asked softly. Hermione nodded. "Hold still. I'm about to blow your mind."

"HOLY FUCK!" Hermione shouted as Cedric drove his dick deep in her pussy as hard and fast as he could, making her body shake with each thrust. He kept a good rythm for a while before they changed positions. Cedric flicked his wand at his towel which grew large enough for them to lay on like a blanket. Hermione got on her hands and knees while Cedric knelt behind her and fucked her doggy style. "That was unexpected."

"I told you I'd blow your mind." Cedric said with a chuckle and picked up his watch. His eyes darted upward in surprise. "We'll have to finish this another time, I'm afraid. It's getting pretty late."

"How about Friday night? Same time and place?" Hermione said. Cedric nodded and they both dried off and got dressed before heading back to their dormitories. "Good night and thank you for the fun."

"You're welcome." Cedric said with a smile. "Good luck with everything."

Hermione nodded and headed to Gryffindor Tower. She was just heading up the Grand Staircase when she saw Professor Lupin running toward her. He looked worried. "What's wrong, sir?" she asked.

"You must come with me to see Professor Snape." Lupin said hurriedly. "Come on! It's not good." Hermione followed him back down the stairs to the entrance hall and to the Dungeons. They went to Snape's office and closed the door. "Go ahead, Severus. Tell her the news."

Snape looked very unhappy today and Hermione could see a mixture of fear and worry in his black eyes. "Miss Granger, I'm afraid that the potion will be delayed for a while."

"Why?" Hermione said. "What happened?"

"I am missing two ingredients." Snape said angrily. "I checked the store cupboards in the Potions classroom and my private stores. They aren't in either one."

"Do you know who took them?" Hermione asked.

"We are unsure of who stole the ingredients," said Lupin, "but we have a few suspects. One of them is Draco Malfoy."

"I knew it!" Hermione hissed. "I had a feeling it would be him, too."

"He's been acting strange as of late," said Snape. "Normally, Mr. Malfoy is quite chatty with me when we meet, but not lately. He's been avoiding me completely, and I began to grow suspicious."

"Who else is on the list?" Hermione asked the two teachers.

Lupin shot a dark glare at Snape and said, "Severus suggested that Harry had a part in this, but I really don't think he'd sabotage the potion. He would have no reason to." He looked at Hermione and added, "Unfortuantely, we can rule out Crabbe and Goyle. They aren't the brightest of Draco's little gang, but there are a couple of other children I am most interested in: the Weasley twins."

"Why them?"

"I overheard Ron telling Harry about hearing explosions from the twins' bedroom at the Burrow." Lupin explained. "Apparently they've been experimenting with different ingredients and I had a thought that Fred and George could have taken the ingredients needed for your potion for their own experiments."

"Okay." Hermione said. "How long do you think it would take to complete the potion?"

"Depends on what happens," said Snape indifferently. "If we were to regain the stolen ingredients, probably around another month or more, but if I were to buy more ingredients from Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, I could probably have the potion finished within two more weeks."

"How much are the ingredients needed?" asked Hermione. "I could buy them on my next Hogsmead trip."

"Very well. The ingredients are priced at thirteen Galleons." Snape said. "Quite expensive, I agree, but a small price to pay when an emergency occurs."

"Okay." Hermione said with a nod. "I have the money for it. Just tell me the ingredients and I'll buy them."

Snape wrote down the ingredients, but told her them as well. "I will need a bottle of Syrup of Helebore, rat spleens, bicorn horn and sloth brain."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at one of the ingredients. "I thought we had sloth brain in the classroom?"

"We're running low." Snape said with a small smirk. "I thought if you were shopping for potion ingredients, we may as replenish our supply of sloth brain." Hermione sighed and nodded. "I'll need three jars of it, if you don't mind. They're only ten Sickles per jar."

Hermione went back to Gryffindor Tower feeling more stressed out than she had been before she and Cedric had their bath together. She went to bed and slept the rest of the night.