Sirius "Big Dick" Lupin ripped his moist cotton shirt off in a great tattering cacophany of fabric threads sundering and tossed Hermione willfully on her back. Finaly, what she'd been waiting for all day. Today was her 18th birthday and she was ready to fuck.

Sirius "Big Dick" Lupin had been strutting about the barber shop when she passed on her way back home and had acosted her frigidity with rakish insistent charm until her between parts where slick with her boiling passions. The juice dripped down her thighs in great cascading gobs, soaking her slacks and great wooly ankle socks. He peeled each of the fuzzy, sodden, grey contraptions from her rapturous ankles with delicate precision.

She was somewhat worried about poor Saturnalia and her illness but she figured Sats could hold out for a bit longer. She'd understand.

Hermione was just a simple farm girl and didn't know anything about the intricate passageways of lovemaking. She hoped she didn't embarass herself or show inmodesty.

"Oh yeah shove that hard cock up my slit you dirty pig bastard!" She postively roared at him in great leaping bounds of boundless passion. "Rip my fucking cunt in half ruin me make me your whore piss in my mouth daddy." She said.

It felt amazing but she was so shy and akward that she just knew it could've been so much better. But the law was the law, and she certainly couldn't have broken her chastity before this very special birthday of hers.

Soon it was over... too soon.

They fell too, gasping and sweating, in each other's embrace. It was a temporary sort of intimacy, but "Big Dick" Lupin would take whatever he could get. Underneath his cocky facade he was just a sad lonely man, lost in this veil of dreams and tears we call the earth. He just wanted to feel some warmth, and for a time, he did.

"Oh great!" Hermione cried out, jumping from her feet and disengaging herself from her lovers tangle with not a little regret. "It's later than a hill of beans! Saturnalia desperately needs this unction!" She held the vial out for "Big Dick" Lupin's insepction. After a few terse, incredibly tense, moments, he nodded and Hernmione took off at the speed of sound... the speed of desperation...

"Wait!" He meant to yell, "don't go just yet!" or "when will I see you again!" He didn't even care about her golden hair and it's disgusting appearance to him. His time sure was a crazy one to have that sort of social stigma. The thought usually mae him laugh, but not today, the only expression stretching the facial muscles of Sirius "Big Dick" Lupin was sorry. He watched the love of his life scamper off and he fell to knees, shamed by his own silence, which soon broke with wrenching wail of his woefull howls.

Hermione thought there was a werwolf loose in the woods when she heard that. She shivered all over, just like in her dream, imagine that. "Of course it isn't a werewolf," she said, but to whom... she never knew.

She had had that crazy dream again that morning while she dozed off waiting in line at the bank. In it the Slytherins had all become werewolves, and Padma Patil, usually so even keeled, had smuggled Luna out of Hogwarts. Luna had been awful scared in that dream and for her it had been a nightmare. But this dream only happened in the mind of Saturnalia so Luna had no idea.

Hermione burst through the door. Saturnalia was there waiting. She looked quite mad. Shit and puke caked her already dingy nightgown and there were great gobs of both vile substances rucking up her tangly green hair.

"Oh poor sister, tell me you are well!" Hermione fell to her knees, crying.

"I'm well.." Saturnalia responded.

"Well done with your bullshit!" Saturnalia finished and slammed the door on Hermione's tear stained face. "You can just go live somewhere else!" She roared. Hermione positively lost conciousness and fell to the ground.

In her temporary unconciousness she dreamt. She dreamt of Hogwarts and claws, plots and betrayels, the golden trio, and the mystery solving boy... Harry Potter...