Hermione Granger was many things. She was prim and proper and a well known swot. She was the former head girl. She was the brains of the Golden Trio and Heroine of the wizarding world.
Hermione spent her days doing all the things expected of her. She slicked back her hair into a tight bun to rival Professor McGonagall's. She put on an appropriate skirt and blouse, and some conservative heels. And then she flooed to work, prepared to bury her head in a mountain of paperwork.
But at night, a different woman emerged.
This particular evening, Hermione was determined to do something she'd pondered since her days at Hogwarts and it required her to visit the Black Lake.
For her plan to work, she had to take a leap of faith but Hermione was nothing if not brave. So, without a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes and fell back into the cold, unforgiving water.
At first, she feared that she had made a mistake. She was freezing and very quickly running out of time before she could no longer hold her breath. But mercifully, right as Hermione prepared herself for death, she felt something large and slimy wrap around her waist and lift her out of the water.
Once she regained her bearings, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the glowing eyes of the Giant Squid.
"Hello Gideon," she addressed him breathlessly. She had learned his name during her 5th reading of Hogwarts: A History. He tilted his enormous head in response.
"I have a request. A... Proposition, if you will," she said after a few moments of tense silence.
A few minutes later, after explaining her desires, Hermione was back on land and laying in wait. Soon enough she felt a tentacle gently tickle her side. One tentacle turned into many and in no time her work clothes were effortlessly ripped off of her
Gifted with foresight, Hermione wore no underwear in anticipation of her night. She looked up and saw and ominous glow and knew without a doubt that the squid was staring at her naked body. The thought made her incredibly aroused. She had little time to consider that fact though because all the tentacles that had destroyed her clothes invaded her body at once. Every hole was filled, some with more than one appendage. They wriggled around, going in an out of her.
The sensation was overwhelming and even more pleasurable than anything Hermione had ever dreamed of. What sent her over the edge was when a final slimy limb grabbed her by the throat and started squeezing. She screamed loud enough to be heard in Hogsmeade as she had an explosive orgasm.
Her last thought before she passed out from exhaustion was that this was much better than books.