Darkness Ascendant, a Hermione Omake:

Hermione checked one more time to make sure her parents weren't home then nervously dropped her vest on the floor and kicked off the skirt she wore. Her bralette joined them next then her knickers. She now stood in the middle of her room facing a camera, naked, feeling a major trill of titillation as she imagined Harry or Sophie walking in on her.

Her nerves getting to her, Hermione snapped the pictures and hurriedly redressed, leaving off her undergarments, reveling in the feeling of brazenness at going without.

An hour later she had finished developing the photos–tucking one away in a hidden spot she thought she might one day decide to give to Harry–and settled down to begin the process.

Magical ink, designed normally to go under the skin to begin the animagus process was loaded into a quill and she began the slow process of 'tattooing' her nude photograph, frozen with a spell. She did her best not to focus on her flaws-a not flat enough stomach, too small breasts, a waist only a bit narrower than her boyish hips. Both Sophie–who was so stylish and feminine and fashionable–and Harry–who had grown women more than willing to do what he wanted considering what those slags haf suggested in the night club–had both seemed to enjoy that night, she reminded herself.

Her face went red as she remembered all three having too much to drink and the haziness of what then happened on the beach in Australia. Everything but, she thought. And if Harry or Sophie asks, I just might do that the next time. Or if they just try without saying anything.

She pushed that thought away and went back to carefully inscribing the runes, sigils, and chaos emblems that made up the third version of the animagus 'spell.'

A mistake.

Hermione scowled and burnt the photo image side down so she didn't see the terror of her graven image then began again.

Six mistakes in total but the seventh image was flawless. And then it happened. Instead of a nude Hermione covered in ink, a black splotch showed in the image and she jabbed her wand at it, glad for the mage 'couple' living next door. She knew who they really were. Her bodyguards. But because they were there she could do magic, the trace couldn't distinguish between her and them, just that magic had been done within a sixty metre circle which encompassed both homes.

The image zoomed in and a large black scorpion waved a pincer at her then began doing a little jig.

A/N: Not her form in story. Not how she and Harry and/or Sophie have their first hookup(if they even do at all, only Fleur and a hatefuck and Tonks are seriously plotted atm with Sophie and Harry being a potential endgame). Though having it happen in Australia is likely.

Just… it's been so long since I wrote anything on this story and this idea came to mind while I had tea.