A/N: Chapter Five, already! Wow, this story is gettingn interesting. The Yule Ball is coming soon, within a chapter or two, so I will need some ideas for later pairings for this installment and the final book which will cover the fifth year. So far, the only pairing I have is Viktor Krum. If there are any more pairing ideas, please comment. Also, be on the lookout for a new erotic HP series coming soon to : Hogwarts Hookups: The Golden Trio. Now, on with the chapter!

HERMIONE GRANGER AND THE EROTIC CURSE

BOOK TWO: STRONGER OVER TIME

CHAPTER FIVE: HERMIONE UNDER PRESSURE

The whole of Gryffindor House from third year to seventh year, were gathered in the Great Hall for a quick talk with McGonagall. There was snow on the ground as December came. "I would like to say that a very fun and engaging event is coming soon," she said rather proudly to us all. "You see, the Yule Ball is a tradition to the Triwizard Tournament. It is a way for the three schools to engage in frivolity and conversation and, to use the phrase loosely, let our hair down." Many of us girls giggled because McGonagall's hair was always kept in a tight bun under her hat. "The Yule Ball is, first and foremost, a dance." There was a lot of muttering and whispering at the word 'dance'. "Silence, please! Now, inside every young lady is a beautiful swan waiting to spread her wings and inside every young man is a lordly lion waiting to sweep her off her feet."

Off to the left, I heard Ron whisper to Fred and George, "I don't know about you, but I don't reckon she's talking abouut a swan," he laughed.

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall called and Ron shut up instantly. "Over here, please." Ron stepped down off the bench he was sitting on and joined her in the middle of the room. "You can assist me. Put your hand here on my waist."

"Where?" Ron said in sudden fear.

"My waist." McGonagall said curtly. She placed his hands in the preferred position and Mr. Filch started some dancing music on a very old phonograph. Everyone started laughing as Ron and McGonagall started dancing across the room. "Grab a partner and join in!" McGonagall commanded. Harry, who had suddenly grown very shy, was pulled into the crowd by Parvati Patil, who looked pretty pleased to have a partner for the moment. After the lesson, I heard McGonagall call Harry to talk to her. I stayed behind to listen in case something dangerous was coming up and hopefully I could help. "Potter, I hope you find yourself a partner."

"Partner?" Harry asked. "What do you mean, Professor?"

"Your dance partner, Potter!" McGonagall said with emphasis on 'dance'. "Surely I told you that already?"

"No, you didn't," said Harry numbly.

"Oh," she said in a stuttering voice, "well, now you know. Good day, Mr. Potter."

I went over to Harry, who still stood where he had been for the past few minutes, as if he had been hit by the Body Bind Curse. "Harry?"

"Dance partners!" he said in stunned disbelief. "I can't dance!"

"You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure," I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone. I didn't have much practice dancing, either, seeing as I was more of the social butterfly, or the fly-on-the-wall. "I don't dance much, either." He nodded. "We need to find dance partners soon, then."

"You want to go to the Yule Ball?" he asked. "Wouldn't you rather be in the library?"

"The ball is on Christmas Eve, Harry," I reminded him. "I think I'd rather be where the festivities are, don't you think?" Harry gave a sheepish nod and we started walking to the Great Hall. "Isn't there anyone you want to go with?"

"There is someone," he said. His face turned red, but not from the cold weather. "Cho Chang." Cho Chang was a year above us and the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain and Seeker. I had to admit she was very good at her position and she was quite pretty. It wasn't any wonder why Harry fancied her."

"All you have to do is ask," I told him. "If she says 'no', then find someone else." Harry gave me a warning glare, but I stood my ground. "You could always take Ginny."

Harry shook his head. "I would, but I don't need her fainting or something while we dance," he said. "It's not that I don't like Ginny. She's prone to knocking something over, spilling something or something mental like that." He looked around him to make sure Ginny wasn't around to hear his words about her. "I'll find someone. Who are you thinking of going with? I'm sure Ron would..."

"Harry, you know I like Ron, but I have my personal reasons for not going for him, okay?" I said hurriedly. "I'll think of something." Harry nodded and we changed the subject to our classes. "I'm not sure how much I can handle of the Skrewts." I said. "One of them keeps burning my hand whenever it blasts off and the other bites whenever I feed it."

"Yeah," said Harry. "One of them's definitely a male because it stung me in the finger last week." He showed me a pin mark on his finger. It was still red. "I should probably see Madam Pomfrey about this, but I'm sure there's other ways to heal it." I nodded and we finished up our lunch. "I'm heading off to see Hagrid. I'll see you later."

"Okay," I said and followed him to the entrance hall. He headed off to find the Clocktower Courtyard while I walked around the Middle Courtyard. As I walked, I saw Viktor Krum walking toward me. I felt a lump in my throat and felt my stomach flip. "Oh! Hi."

"You are Hermy-own-ninny?" he said slowly.

"It's Hermione, but yes, I am." I said. "You're Viktor Krum. I saw you playing in the World Cup. Shame Bulgaria didn't win."

"Yes," he said, "Ireland played vell, but ve should have von." I smiled. "I vanted to ask you something. The Yule Ball is coming up and I vanted to know if you vould be my date?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Y-y-yes," I stammered, "I-I would l-love to." He gave me a kind and friendly smile. "I'm very flattered you asked, and honored."

"The honor is mine, Hermy-own," he said and kissed the back of my hand. I felt a surge of pleasure flood through my body and struggled with the sudden urge to jump him right then. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I said in my calmest voice I could under so much pressure, "I'm fine. See you at the Yule Ball." Viktor nodded and lumbered off toward the Black Lake. "Is that your ship over there?" He nodded. "I didn't know it could submerge under water."

"Yes, that is one of the great things about Durmstrang. Ve like to travel vithout anyone noticing, so our ship acts like a submarine." I was very impressed. "Perhaps I can show you the ship if Karkaroff vill allow it."

"That would be quite nice," I said beaming with delight. "I better get to the library." I stopped after a moment when I realized something. "You were trying to get the courage to ask me to the ball, right?" He froze and stared at me questioningly. "All those times you were watching me in the library?" He nodded. "You don't have to answer, but why were you nervous? I'm kind and gentle. I won't hurt you."

"I see that, now," he said with a courteous bow. "I vill see you at the Yule Ball." He walked away toward the Durmstrang ship and I went to the Grand Staircase to the third floor and to the library to study.

I sat at a desk near the back of the library with my quill and ink out along with a sheet of parchment. I sat there thinking about who I wanted to shag before the Yule Ball. Viktor was the main one on my list at the moment because he just asked me to the ball, so, of course, I was going to plan something for him. Roger Davies, a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, was next on my list. He was a grreat player, though very full of himself. There wasn't anyone on the Slytherin team I was interested in having a shag with, but I was sure there was someone in Slytherin that was decent enough to have a go with me. "Excuse me," said a small voice from behind me. I backed my chair up and turned to see a third-year Slytherin boy with dark brown hair standing behind me. "I was asked to give you this." He handed me a piece of parchment.

"Thanks," I said. He gave a short nod, turned on his heel and walked out of the library. I opened the note and read the words: 'Granger, I have a couple of freinds who would like to meet with you. Meet us outside the trophy room later tonight, say eight-thirty. Draco'. My eyes narrowed in rage. "So," I said through clenched teeth, "Draco wants me to meet a couple of friends, eh? I guess I'll do what he wants this time, but I won't be so obedient the next time around." I crumpled the parchment and threw it in the fireplace near the librarian's desk. Madam Pince was putting books away around the corner, so I packed my books and left the library.

Even though I was enraged by Malfoy setting up a meeting with two of his friends, I was still pretty happy thanks to Krum asking me out. I wasn't quite sure if it was an actual date or not, but I knew I was going to have a load of fun.

I decided to find Viktor and talk to him more. Get to know him, and...if I felt up to it...asking what this would be called in his eyes. It was almost dinner time, so I headed down to the Great Hall. I saw Viktor talking to someone in Slytherin. "Viktor." I said as I stopped in front of him.

"Ah, hello, Hermy-own," he said. I dismissed his mispronunciation of my name. "Vat can I do for you?"

"Can we talk alone, please?" I asked him. "It'll be quick, I promise." He followed me to a corner of the entrance hall. "I just want to ask you a question about us going to the Yule Ball."

"Very vell," he said in a surly tone, "vat is your question?"

"What do you consider it to be?" I asked in a very serious manner. "Do you count this as a date and calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, or just two people from two different schools having a good time at a traditional time of international connectivity?"

Krum stared at me, dumbstruck. "I do not know vat you're talking about," he said slowly. "If you are vondering vat I think of you, I vill tell you now that you are very beautiful, smart and funny. You study a lot, and I find that fascinating. I have never seen anyone study so much before."

I blushed. "I am rather ambitious and studious," I admitted sheepishly, and then changed my tone to a more apologetic and calm one. "I'm sorry for being so demanding." I said sweetly. "I just wanted to know how you felt about us. What you wanted us to be."

"Ah," he said, finally getting what I was talking about. "I am hoping ve can be something, but it is hard to tell." Krum said, copying my serious tone. "You do fascinate me, Hermy-own-ninny."

"Close enough," I said when he looked at me expectantly. "You'll get my name right sooner or later, Viktor. Did you figure out the clue yet?" His eyes grew dark and serious. "What?"

"I apologize, Hermy-own, but I cannot speak to anyone about the clue." Krum said shaking his head. "No champion is allowed assistance from teachers, staff, judges or other students."

"Well, Ron and I have been helping Harry the whole time." I told him. "I was the one who helped him with the Summoning Charm on his broomstick."

"That vas your doing?" he said, eyebrows raised in surprise. I nodded proudly. "Impressive, the Summoning Charm. I used the Conjunctivitis Charm, but, as you saw, I got burned."

"Yeah, you should have gotten a better score." I said. "Harry should have, too, but your Headmaster could have been nicer about his score."

Krum shook his head. "That's Professor Karkaroff. Alvays looking out for Durmstrang, but showing hostility and hatred for other schools and their students." He sighed. "It vas nice talking to you, Hermy-own. I vill see you sometime?" I nodded. "Good. Until then."

I couldn't tell you why, but I was really starting to like him a lot. In fact, I would say I was attracted to him, and not just in a physical way. I groaned as I stopped at the girls' bathroom on the first floor. Did I really care it was the bathroom inhabited by Moaning Myrtle? No, I really didn't. I sat on a toilet in a stall and glanced at my panties. They were soaked. I cast a quick Warming Charm on them until they dried. I was horny already. "I hate this blasted curse!" I said in a shaky voice. I felt like crying. "I wish I didn't say no to getting rid of the curse. I'm so stupid!"

Myrtle was listening and said, "It is sad that this happened to you. Why didn't you take the cure?"

"I kinda liked the attention I was getting and really enjoyed the sex. The curse brought out a side of me even I didn't know I had. I guess I didn't want to lose that side." I said. "Now that I spent almost a full year with this curse, I guess I miss being my normal self."

"You want the best of both worlds." Myrtle said. It wasn't a question, either. She was right. She nodded. "I hope you do get what you want, Hermione. You are a very bright witch and you deserve to be happy, both emotionally and physically." Myrtle gave me a grin and wink. "Do what makes you happy."

"Thanks, Myrtle." I said as I dried my eyes with my uniform sleeve. "You really helped me out."

She started to sob a little. "You helped me when no one else would. You defend me when people talk about me, especially Peeves." Myrtle said. "I owed you for that."

I smiled, wished her a good afternoon, and went off to the girls' dormitories to gather my homework for the weekend. I still needed to find more partners to satisfy my insatiable hunger for pleasure. Like I told Myrtle, I want the curse gone but I don't want to stop having sex. I looked at my alarm clock. Almost eight o'clock. "Oh, no!" I gasped. "I almost forgot about my meeting with Draco and whoever he's setting me up with." I rummaged through my trunk to find something suitable for the occasion. I went to the bathroom off the dormitory to take a quick shower. Once my hair was dry enough, I brushed my bangs to the side and the rest I put in a French braid down my back. I decided to wear my pink hooded sweater and a pair of blue jeans.

I found Malfoy on the third floor near the door to the Trophy Room with, as I guessed, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, his two hulking bodyguards. "I can take a guess as to what you're expecting me to do with these two blockheads." I said rather hotly to Malfoy.

Malfoy smiled with malice. "Good guess, Granger," he sneered. "Crabbe and Goyle wanted to have a go with you. Can you make time out of your busy schedule for them?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." I snapped at him. "Let's get this over with, then." Goyle pushed the door open and I followed them into the Trophy Room. "Are you goingn to watch or stay out here?"

"Boys?" he said, looking at the two large boys behind me. "Do you want me in there or to stay out here?" Crabbe and Goyle shrugged stupidly and he rolled his eyes. "Granger, what do you think? Should I come in or stay out here?"

"We need someone to keep a lookout for Filch or anyone else." I told him. "Will you let us know if anyone's coming?" Draco nodded. "Good. See you in a bit, then." I shut the door in his face and followed the boys to the middle of the large room. "Why here?" I asked them. "Why the Trophy Room?"

"Just thought it was a good spot," said Goyle. "Big enough for the three of us."

"It is pretty spacious," I agreed. "Not one of my usual ideal locations, but it'll do." The boys dropped the trousers and boxers to the floor immediately. "Enough talking, then," I noted aloud as I got to my knees and started pumping their cocks, one in each hand. Both of their penises were very meaty, even when limp. Crabbe's was at least between five and six inches long and around almost two inches thick. Goyle's was the same length and almost the same girth. I was actually surprised that just seeing and pumping these thick rods made me even hornier. "I can't resist it." I said and shoved a few inches of Crabbe's fat dick in my mouth. I saw Crabbe close his eyes and sigh with relief as his dick slid in and out of my mouth.

"How's it feel, Crabbe?" Goyle asked eagerly.

"Feels like heaven, mate," Crabbe mumbled soflty and tapped me on the shoulder. "Give Goyle a go."

"Fine by me." I said and took Goyle's rod halfway down my throat.

"Jumping hippogriffs!" Goyle yelped as my mouth slid back and forth on his rod. "She's taking it deep!"

I alternated sucking them off and pumping them until they had enough and wanted the best part. "Okay, here's the deal," I said in a stern tone. I spoke to them slowly. "This whole thing was your idea, so you have control. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

The two brutes looked at each other and then back at me. "Hold onto something." Crabbe said. I looked around and found a railing surrounding one of the tall trophy cases. "Bend over a bit." I bent forward and spread my legs. I could see Crabbe behind me through the glass case. He got on his knees and held my hips with his large gorilla-like hands. I felt his lips touch my slit and it trembled, wanting more. I moaned as his tongue brushed up and down my slit a few times and gasped as it darted in and out rapidly. He pulled back to take a breath and then I nearly yelled out when I felt his lips pull at my pussy and I heard sucking sounds. 'Oh, shit, he's sucking my pussy!' I thought to myself. I felt his tongue flick in and out as he sucked my pulsing pussy.

"I'M...GOING TO...COME!" I shouted, hoping nobody could hear me in the corridor. Crabbe nearly choked on my juices as I squirted from the orgasm. "Shut up a minute!" I hissed at them. Once the two were silent, I went to the door and opened it a crack. "Malfoy!" I whispered. "Are we clear?"

"Clear," he said in a soft voice. "Just keep it down a bit. Your voice echoed off the walls out here when you yelled."

"Sorry," I said giving him a sheepish grin. "Just give us a signal if something comes up." He nodded and I closed the door. "We need to keep it down, okay? My voice echoed off the walls out there."

"You're the one who got loud, Granger," Crabbe said in a testy voice. "Don't blame this on us."

"Okay, okay," I said, raising my hands in surrender. "I won't say anything. Now, let's get back to what we were doing, shall we? This is rather fun." They grinned and got to brainstorming on what to do next. "Any ideas?" I asked them.

Goyle took a thick sheet that was used to cover trophies and awards and laid it out on the stone floor. He folded it length wise so it was still big enough to accomodate two or three people. Goyle got on his knees while holding his humongous wanker straight ahead and gave me a nod. I got on all fours in front of him and Crabbe got on his knees in front of me. Goyle shoved his massive member into my pussy with one thrust and started ramming his hips against my ass cheeks hard and fast while I was getting face-fucked by Crabbe.

"I can't believe how tight she is." Goyle panted as he thrusted his rod in and out of my slick pussy with a steady speed.

"Can't wait to get some myself." Crabbe said in a strained voice. "She's good at giving head, though." Goyle nodded. He shut his eyes tight as my lips touched his pubic hairs and his testicals touched the tip of my chin. "Bloody hell!" Crabbe moaned. His legs trembled and I felt his hips jerk a few times. I could definitely feel his member pulsing in my mouth, threatening to explode. "Oh...!" I felt his legs jerk a few times and then I swallowed a hot load of his sperm, nearly choking on it.

Just as Crabbe came in my mouth, Goyle held my hips tight as he pushed himself as deep in my pussy as he could go as he squirted his semen inside me. He lay back on the sheet, panting. I rolled into a sitting position against a wooden trophy case and Crabbe leaned against the one beside me, his chest moving up and down rapidly. "I don't think...I can do...another go..." he gasped.

"Nope," said Goyle. "I'm spent."

"Me, too." I said as I stood up and got my clothes back on. "Thanks for a good time, boys. This was way better than what I thought it would be." I opened the door and saw Malfoy standing there. "Looks like we picked a good time. Let's go back to our common rooms and call it a night."

"Yeah." Malfoy agreed. "You three were in there for almost an hour." He held something in his hand. "I managed to get a few photographs while you three had your shag." He laughed. "I must admit I got a little hard watching." He handed me the photographs.

I shot him a playful glare. "So you were watching, you sly snake!"

"It sounded like you were having a blast in there and I got curious." Malfoy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "See you around, Granger."

Painfully, I walked up the Grand Staircase and used one of Harry's favorite shortcuts to the seventh-floor corridor. When I looked at my watch, I was surprised to see it was almost ten o'clock. I hurried as fast as I could to the girls' dormitories, hoping I wouldn't caught by a prefect or teacher on the way.

Author's Note: Okay, readers, I am going to ask you for some help on something. In your review, please give me an idea of a character to pair Hermione with and a location. It can be in Hogwarts or Hogsmeade Village. Either one will work, but please give me some ideas. I will be sure to credit you at the end of the chapter. Thanks and happy reading! Chapter Six will come soon.