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Millicent returned to her room with the stack of books, most of which she'd gotten from Hermione, some of which she'd gotten in the library, and some of which she had to find at her usual favorite Hogsmeade bookstore. But reading Hermione's own books was what really made her happiest.
Some people, presumably like Madam Pince, had a tendency to see books as sacred in and of themselves, and despised any notations or markings in them. Hermione Granger was no such person, Millicent was pleased to see. It delighted her to no end, to sit in the Slytherin common room, or in her dormitory, or sitting up in the astronomy tower smoking, while reading one of Hermione's well-thumbed tomes. There were often little penciled notes in the margins, sometimes specific and concise, sometimes cryptic, sometimes meandering, and often unfinished. Hermione seemed to be a compulsive reader - whereas Millicent tended to approach it as a hobby, a diversion, a way of passing the time, Hermione seemed incapable of being without a book.
The more Millicent read of the books Hermione had already left in her wake, the more she realized that Hermione Granger was too fine for her. Too beautiful, too intelligent, too clever, too... good.
The books, all in all, were ones that reflected this essential quality of Hermione. Millicent ploughed through a rudimentary Muggle introduction to philosophy course, ranging from Plato to Leibniz to Simone De Beauvoir. In retrospect, once she knew more about such things, Millicent realized that Hermione's parents must have simply collected their old uni materials and presented them to Hermione, and the girl inhaled them in stride. There was, indeed, some puzzling handwriting in some of the older books that led Millicent to initially believe Hermione got them second-hand.
The first book Millicent finished was Plato. Once she'd completed it, on a Sunday afternoon, she approached Hermione in the dining hall. Hermione was holding a book in front of her while she sipped her soup for lunch.
"Sit with me," Hermione said, gesturing to the place next to her.
"Erm, I've already eaten," Millicent said, sitting down next to Hermione anyway.
Hermione simply quirked an eyebrow and, putting her book down, simply summoned one of the trays of warm chocolate cakes and deposited it in front of Millicent. "At least have dessert with me."
And how could Millicent say no to a beautiful witch asking her to eat?
But she did have to work for each bite. Hermione asked penetrating questions about the content, a hard look in her eyes whenever Millicent wavered in an answer.
"You should be a teacher," Millicent said once she had finally gasped out a final answer to Hermione's apparent satisfaction, and Hermione took the book back.
"Does that make you my student?" Hermione asked, reaching for the tray of chocolate tea cakes. They were warm, gooey, and delicious, and the dark chocolate stuck to her fingers even after she put the whole cake into her mouth. She licked her fingers and sucked at them to get the chocolate off.
It made Millicent woozy to watch, and based on Hermione's coy sideglance, she knew exactly how it made Millicent feel.
"If you like," Millicent said, grasping at her own tea cake and, with considerably less gusto than Hermione had exhibited, she put it in her own mouth.
Hermione grinned a little and picked up another tea cake, and her dark ruby lips surrounded it.
"I do like," said Hermione, and she licked her fingers once more, with relatively minor success. "Here," she said, picking up another teacake, this one colored a dark green, "be a dear and tell me if you like this flavor. I'm not sure if I want to try it myself, seeing how I've already eaten a bit too much for lunch."
Millicent, eyes wide with anticipation, happily obliged, opening her mouth and accepting the treat without comment. Only once she had chewed and swallowed did she say, with a calculated smile, "I'm not sure what it is. Pistachio? Mint? Spirulina? Please let me try another and I'll have a better idea."
"Of course, whatever you need," Hermione said, and with a wicked grin, she picked up another green cake and practically shoved it down Millicent's waiting throat.
"Definitely pistachio," Millicent said, swallowing the cake with a gulp. "Though perhaps it's not the one you'd like the most. Pass me one of those pink cakes, would you?"
"With pleasure," Hermione said, and with two gentle fingers, she delicately lifted the pink teacake and, with a little more grace, but no less enthusiasm, she put it into Millicent's mouth.
"Oh yes," Millicent said after she had swallowed the cake, "I know what this is. Yes. It's on the tip of my tongue, I just can't... oh dear. Could you pass me another one, so I can be reminded?"
Hermione's eyes were wide with fascination and excitement, and without a word, she offered Millicent the cake.
There was one more pink one, and Millicent innocently feigned a lack of remembering until the last one had entered her mouth.
"Oh, of course, how ridiculous. It's strawberry, of course," she said, smiling with immense satisfaction and settling back to accommodate her belly, which was starting to complain with fullness. "Now, what are those violet ones?"
There was a deep and painful lust rising in Hermione's eyes as she fed Millicent four purple tea cakes, only for Millicent to proclaim she knew they were the flavor of blueberry, and that she just needed to try the orange cakes as well.
Hermione couldn't help herself at that point, it seemed - Millicent's tum was starting to swell as the carbohydrates started to absorb the water in her stomach, stretching it firm. It rose like bread dough, inflating until it pressed up against her shirt-buttons.
Millicent began to worry that perhaps she had been mistaken to wear the smaller of her available shirts this day. She felt nearly ready to explode the shirt in a shower of buttons.
But Hermione seemed unable to break from the pattern they'd established, and she pressed each orange cake into Millicent's mouth, barely waiting for Millicent to finish chewing until she inserted the next one. Six little orange cakes of caramel flavor disappeared into Millicent's gullet, and Hermione was already offering the final batch of cakes - colored a creamy white - while Millicent licked her lips.
"Let's... let's adjourn elsewhere," Millicent said, her heart skipping a beat as she stood up gingerly. "I'm afraid that things are about to get a bit... erm..."
Hermione glanced around them. No one seemed to be paying much attention to them, save a few who couldn't accept that a Slytherin was sitting at the Gryffindor table for dessert, but then Millicent put one hand on her swollen belly. Hermione didn't need another hint, and quickly tipped the remainder of the tray of cakes into her never-ending purse.
"Let's go," she said, standing with some effort. She'd overindulged quite a bit, and in more than just soup, Millicent realized - Hermione's plump body was well-filled, and her protruding belly seemed to slosh ahead of her with every step. Soup was probably all she could get down by the end of her meal.
They trudged upstairs, slowly and carefully. Millicent offered her arm every time they came to one of the moving staircases, but Hermione just grinned and shook her head.
Finally, they landed, exhausted, in Hermione's bed, and they pulled the curtains tight around them.
"Now," Hermione said, shimmying out of her tight school-uniform, "the moment of truth."
She laid herself bare for Millicent, who marveled at the sight of Hermione's newly-acquired stretch marks in the belly area. Her breasts looked a little more round than usual as well.
"You look delicious," murmured Millicent, who was already bending down awkwardly to start servicing the other girl's dripping-wet nether regions.
"Not yet," Hermione said, and motioned at Millicent to take her own clothes off.
Millicent looked down at herself. She knew she liked Hermione with stretch marks on her dark skin, and the rippling jelly of fat across her body, but she couldn't quite tell if Hermione liked her body much at all. She knew she didn't like it, herself.
"Come on," Hermione coaxed, and then reached into her bag, withdrawing a cake and deeply breathing in its scent. "I would swear it's vanilla from the smell. But it might be almond. One can't be sure. We have to do some empirical tests."
"What, not like Hume?" Millicent asked, who had successfully taken a peek at the next thing on Hermione's list. Okay, maybe a bit more than a peek.
Hermione's eyes lit up, and suddenly Millicent was laying flat on the bed, and Hermione's jiggling dark thighs were above her, the chub twisting and tugging with Hermione's sudden motion.
"Yes, like Hume," Hermione said, her voice dark and seductive as the October wind at midnight. "Now you've been doing some reading ahead, Millicent. This cake is your reward."
Millicent, feeling so incredibly full, felt like she was unable to receive the reward. The smell of it under her nose was tempting, but she was also overwhelmed by the scent of Hermione's lust. She shook her head, and was satisfied to see how Hermione's thighs and belly jiggled as she shook the bed.
Hermione tsked, and leaned forward to whisper in Millicent's ear. "This is not a request. Do as you're told, or there will be hell to pay, Millicent."
Millicent closed her eyes, and then suddenly the smell of cupcake was no longer in front of her nose. She opened her eyes again and saw that Hermione had stuffed the cupcake partially into her cunt.
"You asked for it," Hermione said with a whimper, and extricated herself from being on top of Millicent. "Now eat me out, witch."
Millicent, for all her fullness, couldn't turn down a request like that. She leapt up, as well as she could on the bed, and dove head-first for Hermione's lower regions, easily accessible by the way she splayed her legs across the bed.
"No," Hermione said, putting her plump hand in Millicent's face. "There's one thing you have to do first. Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
Millicent eased herself up, her face turning serious. "You really want to look at... at this?" she asked, running her fingers down the front of her shirt. "I disgust myself, Granger. I don't see how you would want to see it."
Hermione's eyes were wise and strangely compassionate. "Come on," she said, and suddenly her hand was grasping Millicent's left arse cheek, and OH, it felt so good... "I actually do like looking at you. You make me forget what I've been reading."
Millicent's eyes were dark and foreboding. "I just... don't understand. Is it that you like me in spite of how I look?"
"No, you silly goose," Hermione said, and she sat up, a little bit more serious. "I like you exactly how you look."
"And if, for example, I were to slim down," Millicent said, a sigh of resignation emerging as she realized how unlikely it was that this would ever be successful, "You'd be more attracted to me."
"Less," Hermione said firmly.
Millicent's eyes widened. "And if I... put on another stone or two by the end of the term?" she asked quietly, "since that's where it seems I'm headed, with all these sweets you're stuffing me with?"
Hermione's smile was beatific. "I'd be more attracted to you."
Unable to comprehend this, Millicent lay down on the bed. "I've never met anyone who liked... this... before," she said, tapping her wobbly big belly with the palm of her hand. "Forgive me if I believe you're naive. You haven't been paying attention."
"Unless I have been, and closer than you'd imagine," Hermione said, and with a careful hand, she covered Millicent's own hand with her own. They rested there together, touching Millicent's expansive belly. "You're quite, erm, hot, actually," Hermione said, with a little bit of a squeak in her voice, and Millicent looked up at her in startlement.
Hermione was blushing furiously, which made Millicent actually believe her.
"So," Millicent said thoughtfully. "A girl who likes fat girls." She began to peel off her shirt. The buttons came apart joyfully, no longer forced to do their job against such adverse circumstances.
Then, once she was laid bare in front of Hermione, she began to rub at her massive tum, and cradled the soft bottom part of her gut where it had recently started to form what some folk call a 'front-butt.' The creamy flesh settled in a solid, comforting way in her hand, and she rubbed at the ugly red stretch marks that lined her skin with her pudgy thumbs. The motion made her flesh jiggle in an alluring way.
"And... erm, fat blokes," Hermione said, eyes wide and taking in Millicent's figure hungrily, "but yeah, mostly girls."
How interesting, Millicent thought. How interesting indeed.
She shook her head, and closed her eyes again, and took a deep breath.
"It seems that I've got a bit of room in here," she said, her voice rumbling as she summoned her deepest hungry voice, settling back on the pillows. "If you'd be so kind as to accommodate me."
"Of course," Hermione said, and there was a bit of a smile in her eyes. "Here."
She proceeded to stand up and ease her body above Millicent's head. Millicent didn't need any help to finish taking care of that cake.
But afterwards, Hermione did help Millicent finish off the cakes, bit by bit, stroking and rubbing Millicent's overextended tum.
It was sheer heaven.
And, as Millicent practically skipped back to her dorm room that late afternoon, she realized she had better get started reading the next book, and quickly. She couldn't wait to spend more time with the brilliant, beautiful witch who seemed to like her in such an unusual way.
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