Hermione huffed in annoyance. He was still very much embedded in her folds, but clearly softening. But his heavyweight was squashing her into the mattress. She had difficulties to breathe. Hermione smacked him hard on his backside, but he just grunted and continued to snore. Ok, so he was still alive. She wiggled. Trying to gain momentum, but that only excited her raw nerves between her legs. Nothing, no muscle tonus from the man. "Help, me!" she called out in hope to be heard by some house-elf, but again. None answered her call and Hermione huffed in frustration. The frustration that she was pinned to the bed and frustration, that she still felt unsatisfied. She concentrated on the incantation and focused on the body above her and recited it in her mind. Wingardium Leviosa. Slowly, the infuriating Malfoy Sr rose into the air, slipped out of her and Hermione quickly got up from the bed. She was half-tempted to simply end the spell, letting him fall on the floor, but as she had no idea how much she could hurt him or possibly kill him she directed him over the bed and let him glide down until he was splayed out in the large king-sized bed. The entire design was white, depicting innocence. Hermione snorted. Another attempt to wake him up remained just as unfruitful to the next and he continued to snore and occasionally grunt. Well, as he couldn't keep it up for one night, she had no desire to stay and listen to his apnoea. Hermione contemplated. He was totally at her mercy, and she had the perfect opportunity for revenge. But chances were high that she had some observer, who had been ordered to not interfere. Perhaps she could do some minor revenge. A malicious lop-sided grin worked itself on her face and she spoke yet another incantation. When he would wake up, he would find his long hair intertwined with the metal head-bars of the bed in the form of the rays of a sun. Getting up from the bed would be hurtful if he wanted to keep his hair.
She snorted in delight. Perhaps she was too kind. After all, she could have simply castrated him. Don't get any ideas, Hermione.
Hermione searched the room, but no clothing that she could through over was to be found. Well, then. She would inform her boss of the current situation. A moment later she sneaked along the dark narrow corridors, hearing grunting, moaning form all sides which affected her whenever she passed one room after the other. She would need to get rid of that itch in the shower today. It seemed that Madame Adler had a full house today.
She quickly checked the entry hall, which to her elation was empty and swiftly stepped into the office giving her boss a heart attack, or rather near heart-attack.
"What are you already doing here?!" Madame Adler exclaimed jumping up from her seat. She had just settled down in her office with a glass of strong wine. "You are supposed to serve your winner right now."
Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance and sat down on the chair crossing her legs. "You mean. Lucius Malfoy. I tried to, but he fainted and is sleeping soundly on the bed." She put her head to the side. "And he snores. Like a horde of centaurs."
Madame Adler was biting her lips. She took a deep breath, letting her gaze roam over the younger woman, wondering how Granger had managed to sneak past the other clients. Especially as stark naked as she still was right now.
"How do you know that your client was Lucius Malfoy? And why didn't try to wake him up?" she questioned her with barely hidden glee. Oh, she wouldn't let him live this down. That was too hilarious.
Hermione shrugged. "Well, for one his hair is a dead giveaway. No need for a mask. And he was as obnoxious as ever. As for waking him up, I tried. He just murmured. No, Narcissa please let me sleep." She snickered. "Then he said. 'Before dawn, he is your son'. So, does that mean that Draco Malfoy has yet to be weaned?"
Madame Adler couldn't hold it any longer and let out a loud guffaw. "Not sure if any of his sorts are ever truly weaned." She held her stomach, continuing to laugh when Hermione snorted. That Granger had recognized Malfoy was disconcerting. She had spelt her mask properly after all. But it was possible that whatever had brought forward her primal nature, also had changed her eyesight temporarily.
„Well, how do you feel?" her boss asked wiggling her eyebrows letting them roam over Grangers naked once again. Traces of the coupling still lingering on the insides of her calves. The young witch certainly had enjoyed the coupling in the temple. Her passionate moans had given her away and caused a stir in the audience. She also never had seen the altar being lit as bright as it had shone. It had also rekindled long lost passion in her. In fact, there already was a long waiting list for her services. Victor Krum had managed to be on the very top of it. The base fee for her services would be quite a high one based on the auction, and Madame Adler looked forward to it.
"A bit sore, in a good way, but not even remotely sated." Hermione shrugged her shoulders complaining "He left me hanging. I'm still hot and bothered and he just fainted. At least he could have had the courtesy to finish the job. Are all Purebloods too inbred to keep up their stamina?"
Madame Adler's eyes widened, and she obviously fought hard to fight her rising laughter again. Unsuccessfully she burst out laughing.
"He passed out my dear. Never tell a man he fainted. It's unmanly and can-do severe damage to their ego." She wiggled her index finger, but Hermione countered dryly. "His ego is far too pompous anyway. Wouldn't hurt to put him down a notch or two."
"It would seem to me that Lucius has found his match. Normally, all our girls praise his stamina. They usually can't keep up with him. He is known to be able to go several rounds without any potions." She informed her with a devious side glance.
"How long ago was that?" Hermione countered crossly. "He came trice in me. Blow job and the coupling. "I mean statistically men usually only manage to come once and need a break. So, him coming that often is an interesting feat already. Perhaps he's just getting old."
"Wizards have higher stamina than Muggles. Lucius is in his prime, and there is a Veela gene in the mix, but he is out of practice. Narcissa is an unresponsive starfish. A remnant from her almost Victorian education in the Black family. Perhaps that will change in the next few months with you. He might book you for a threesome." She suggested wiggling her eyebrows.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean? I thought that my debt is almost paid with last night's auction."
Madame Adler sighed dramatically. "Yes, they are unfortunately almost paid. As of yet you still owe us 150.000 Galleons, which you will be able to earn back after the six months are over. You forget that the winner has preceding rights. If he wants to continue relations with you he can do so.
"Continuing relations with me?! He can't even keep up his vigour for one night." Hermione complained. "And he had difficulties during the defloration ceremony. He was struggling and I certainly don't want him to pass out or die on me because he has an untreated heart condition."
"He doesn't have a heart condition. As part of the agreement, even he had to undergo a physical examination and he was perfectly healthy." Madame Adler shot back.
"If you say so," Hermione stated dryly. "Just when something happens don't blame me. Anyway, does that mean that I did my part as prima nocte or do we have to schedule another appointment because I plan to be at Hogwarts in time and I have no desire to wait for crusty old Mr sleepy-head upstairs to wake up."
Madame Adler had to bite her lips at the mental image to stop her from snickering. "crusty old Mr sleepy head." She would definitely use this to tease Lucius. Oh, what fun.
"Until the night is over, you'll stay here in case he wakes up. If he does, we will continue as planned. If not, then we will have to schedule an appointment.
Hermione nodded and changed the subject. He wouldn't wake up tonight. "So, what exactly was in that last pool to actually give my skin such a bluish shimmer? I mean, it does look good, but it could give my identity away if anybody sees me like this outside later."
"It is not just your skin that carries such a shimmer, Miss Granger. Your eyes changed as well. They now have a slightly purple shade around your darkened irises." Madame Adler informed her wryly making Hermione uncomfortable. She quickly jumped up and snuck a glance at the mirror hanging on the wall, hoping that it was not a window to yet another room. Her hair was a mess, more like a bird's nest really but that was not surprising considering how much Malfoy had kneaded it in passion. Her skin showed a blueish taint, her nipples even had darker blueish taint. The colour incited raising pride for some reason in her, yet her eyes scared her the most. Her normally brown eyes were dark and contained speckles of purple and there was a round ring of purple around her eyes as well. She cursed. What the hell? She couldn't go out like this. It could tell lingering contestants of the auction who she really was.
"What did you do to me?" she snarled turning around and Madame Adler suddenly gulped taking a quick step back.
"We didn't do anything that wasn't already inside you. As I said, the last pool is enchanted to bring out our most primal nature and for some reason, this did temporarily give your skin a blue glow and one hell of a sex drive. I've seen several defloration ceremonies, but never a spectacle like yours. Your previous shyness was entirely gone. It still is now. I mean look at you. Running around completely naked, confident in your body. All our clients were so turned on that for the first time in decades, all our rooms are full at the same time. And I mean all rooms. They all were affected by you. The air felt tense and virile." She caught herself and took a step towards Hermione, who straightened her back.
"Your skin added a bluish tint. Just like the slight blue shimmer your blood has against the light. Why don't you tell me why that is? Never in my long life have I met or heard about a creature with blue skin. What manner of creature are you Ms Granger?"
"I'm not a creature! I'm a human witch!" Hermione defended herself stomping angrily leaning back towards the wall. She couldn't go outside like this. She had to wear a glamour until she figured things out.
"How long will this last?" she inquired tensely.
"Technically, it should have worn off during the prima nocte, but as your client passed out, it probably will fade until tomorrow evening or after an intense cardio session."
She did not know about any magical creature with blue skin. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to remember her first vision in the pool. If what Madame Adler said was true, and those visions were suppressed memories, then that would mean that her father's stories and his "invented" language were real. The last thing she needed was the Wizarding world finding out what she could potentially be. What her blood could potentially do if her suspicion was correct. If the stories were correct. She had to test that theory once she was back in Hogwarts. But then those had just been stories. Nothing more.
"A witch, other than that I don't know." She ground out, trying to be convincing. How much of a Kree was she? Oh come on Hermione, snap out of it! She admonished herself. Her father had taught her that the Kree were a very dominant and very aggressive race and that their military and their leaders were conducting themselves as such. Was that why her father had chosen to serve in the Royal Air Force on their planet? Why not in…what was the capital of the Kree called? She put her head to the side. Perhaps, she had forgotten. Or the Star Force? No, her father had just told her stories. Probably just codified old stories about Earthly militaries or heroes. Well, she could be bossy, when the situation required it. Leading up to the war and the final battle it had served her well. And it had felt right. Natural even. But that did not mean that she was a Kree.
From what she could remember from the stories, the Kree were 'really incredible warriors', 'hyper intellectuals' and 'totally devoid of emotions.' Well, she had no idea how much of a warrior she was. She was not trained in combat. All she knew were a few minor self-defence moves she had been taught. With her wand, she could hold her own, even with wandless magic, but she would not exactly call it incredible. So, far she had nothing to the stories of the Kree heroes. Considering the stories, she expected, he had just told her stories of ideal warriors.
She also was not hyper-intellectual. Yes, she loved to read and study extensively, but that was nowhere near the level of what she knew about the Kree. But this was something she would not mind emulating. And she definitely was not devoid of any emotions. She was good at compartmentalization, but was that what the Kree understood as devoid of any emotions? She didn't know. And her father also had relished openly in his emotions.
But no, those were just stories! She mentally shook her head. She would not fall into the trap of believing something that her mind had conjured up in some enchanted pool. She needed to keep her wits. For all, she knew the last pool could have contained several severely intoxicating substances or drugs to make her acquiescent. That was probably it. Her skin colour was probably just a side effect.
"You are very expressive when you think, Ms Granger. Mind sharing your thought process." Madame Adler suggested. "Any idea what you are?"
"I'm a human witch," Hermione responded defensively again. "And nothing else."
"Hm." Madame Adler grunted. "Pity, perhaps you don't know."
Hermione was exhaling calmly as she stepped through her familiar churchyard again. Madame Adler had told her that the blue taint of her skin would disappear after a heavy cardio routine when she had departed from the establishment. As predicted, the elder Malfoy had not woken up again and Hermione could not help but feel some pride at that. He had wanted to humiliate her and managed to do the opposite. When she had arrived back in the Burrow, she had detected, that Ginny and Harry had already bought her belongings for Hogwarts as well, sparing her from going shopping again. But as she still had been too worked up and had wanted to get rid of her glamour, she had gone running again baffling the Weasley family. She could not help it. Hermione felt like bursting with energy. Where all that had come from, she didn't know. Well, she had some suspicions, but could copulation really be as energising as that? It was almost intoxicating. And as the old man had left her wanting, she was almost ready to jump Ron wondering if he could do a better job. But the contract stopped her. The bloody contract! She cursed, having gone through each paragraph mentally to evaluate it. Ron would have to wait. Her contract would expire shortly before his birthday, so she knew the perfect birthday present for him already and that was definitely something worth looking forward to. Until then she would have to endure Malfoy, but she planned to make it difficult for him and there was something in her contract Madame Adler had overlooked. He wanted her, he had preceding rights, but she would bleed him dry. After all, he wanted her. So, he could have her regularly if he paid her properly after they had completed the prima nocte. Perhaps she could even get some additional money out of it. Six months was a long time and 150.000 Galleons wasn't that far away to pay her dues any longer.
Hermione meandered between the graves towards her grandparent's graves and crouched down. Why she had come back here, she didn't know, but she assumed that it had something to do to pay her respects to her family. Or because this was the only place she could go to, that made her remember that she had had a family in the Muggle World. Her family had spent quite a lot of time in this small village, that hosted a small airfield. Hermione knew not only the village, the hills but even the landscape from above. She knew she came for the happy moments she had experienced here. Then she heard it. At first, it was the sound – that sound – that caught her the attention. That familiar sound, that made longing blossom in her heart. As eyes craned skywards, ears pricked up to the insistent and gloriously rhythmic beat of what was surely the finest piston engine that ever lifted an aircraft skyward, the Rolls-Royce Merlin, spelling sheer mechanical sorcery. A sudden darting over the line of trees of the churchyard, and a lithe and exquisitely beautiful familiar fighter plane followed, fusing with that searing sound as it scythed overhead. As it turned and climbed away, revealing the artistry of its distinctive elliptical wings, the crackle of its exhaust and whistle of its supercharger it could only belong to one aeroplane, the Supermarine Spitfire, one of the finest of all heavier-than-air-machines and one of the most feted and effective of all combat aircraft. She had sat in that very training plane with her grandmother a few times. Sometimes even with one of her parents.
Hermione gulped back tears. What would she give right now to strap on some wings and fly away from all her sorrows? Leave them behind on the ground. What was the point of all this? All those years she had tried to prove that she was equally capable to do magic as a Muggleborn than the so-called purebloods. But it was a Sisyphus task. She would never be accepted by the Wizarding World. No matter how hard she tried. She contemplated. Technically, she was just shy of four hours of solo-flight routines to acquire her private license. No, she shook her head. Her documentation was still lost. They might have some copies down in tower of the air-field, but she still needed the rest of her documentation and she hadn't flown for over a year. Getting into it again would be challenging. And her parents had died in a plane, so she wasn't sure if she could clear her head enough to fly clean.
Get your act together, Hermione. There was no point. She had to finish Hogwarts and acquire enough money to get her documentation back. Perhaps, she could finally get a hold of her godfather in Cardiff. Now he would most likely be able to help with that and he had to get back from his assignment someday. But until then she was stuck. She wouldn't give up hope. Perhaps there was another future for her. Just not where she had originally planned. No, she would finish her schooling in Hogwarts. And then she would adjust her plans accordingly. Until then she would give her best to honour her parents and her grandparents in doing her best to prove the Magical world wrong. And she had at least try to right the wrongs the Magical Community did to its people.
She stood up with termination and turned around. Only to stop dead in her tracks.
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