Hermione wailed in consternation. Here she was kicked out of her house why don't you. And of cousre it was just awful. She was shivering all over because she left her jacket by the musky roadside where she had given up her girlish flower and it was so cold out that night. The moon rose on the distant shelf of horizon as a sentinel of sorrow. A watcher of her woe. Her own twin sister had kicked her out of their ancestral home and she was so lonely she could cry. And cry and cry, she did...

Sirius strolled up with misty tear filled eyes. He had seen everything and his wolfish heart ripped his chest asunder with empathy and longing. He wished he could just hold her tight one last time. Before he died...

Hermione ran to him, wailing in suplication. She tripped and fell flat on her face doubling the intensity of her ferocious sorrow and the sonic output adjusted to her shock and bewilderment. 'What in the world is going on!?' she thought to herself, kicking her feet in confusion, wrenching up great furrows of dirt in the process but still laying down. She was laying down and kicking the ground and forgot that was what was happening because the fall happened so quickly... almost like she was cursed... Eventually she realized she wasn't standing up and got to her feet bashfully.

"I bet you think that was real funny, huh?" She said and spat out a tooth. She couldn't believe Sirius. Here she had given her heart and soul to him to cherish and he had somehow made her fall over and forget how to stand up. Maybe... maybe he knew witchcraft. That could be what the dreams are trying to warn me about!' she thought in triumph. Here she was solving as many mysteries as her hero Harry Potter!

Sirius "Big Dick" Lupin pulled a knife from out of his black robes. The blade was 17 inches long and glistened with a deadly sharpness in the moonshine. He cut her face off.

"It doesn't have to be like this!" He said, she punched him in the belly, knocking him down the hill. He rolled down the hill and splashed in the water, a large girth of bubbles plopped to the surface, then a thin stream, then none.

"what have I done!" Hermione screamed and she dove into the water after the man of her dreams. But she wasn't dreaming then. No. This... this was just a nightmare.

She pulled him onto the shore, he sputtered great gouts of seawater out of his mouth and shivered in general. She warmed him up with a blowjob. She stroked his hard penis with her tounge until he was about to spurt then trailed her pink reacher down his sweaty, salty taint. She prodded at his asshole with her tounge for a minute, savoring the alien strangeness of that forbiden surface... then she effected ingress.

Sirius "Big Dick" Lupin came and came. He didn't stop coming the entire hour they were making love together and afterwards he passed out for 10 hours straight. Hermione stayed that whole time rocked by the gentle rhythm of his breathing, watching his sleeping eyes.

When he awoke they made love again. Hermione rode him while he lay on his back and she gibbered and grunted all manner of dirty things. "I don't even care about that I'm homeless right now," she promised him, riding his cock up and down with her hard pussy. He was getting wet and she loved it. The power, the rush, the utter and total control. She spat in his face and he didn't give a hoot, just kept looking at her with passionate arousal. 'How foolish' she thought.

"Why don't you shove my head in that mud puddle, you filthy spawn'va goatwhore!" she yelled at him. He was being so tame, and she wasn't really feeling it anymore.

"That's just crude!" He coudln't believe his ears. He stormed off indignantly and Hermnione, crying, ran back home. But then she realized she'd never left her front yard... and that it wasn't her yard anymore even. She fell to the ground crying, and eventually Albus Snape came out to see what all the fuss was about and decided to take her home with him. Mostly he hoped she had some more milk to sell to him but also he wanted to help just because he thought of himself as a good neighbor.

"There there," he said, as they walked to his house, "it's alright."

He led her inside and gave her a blanket and a hot cup of joe. She was huddled up on his Persian rug when he busted in with hot cranberry oat cookies. "This'l make you feel right as rain!"

She couldn't believe what was happening. She had never even heard of cookies before, because she was poor, 'cookies are for rich people' she thought, in wonder. But here was one in front of her!

"Wow." She said outloud.

But what Hermione didn't know was that Sirius was still out there. And now he was more horny than ever! And runnign to the place she was at.

"Now..." transitioned the resourcefull Albus Snape, "about those cookies, sure would like some nice fresh milk with them am I right."

Hermione nodded, completely missing the subtext.

Albus sighed, he twisted her nipples, "gimme some juice!"

She slapped him across the face and spat cookies from her mouth right in his face. "I;m not pregnant and you have to be pregnant to make milk like that!" She couldn't believe how stupid this old man was. But at least he was trying to help. She gathered all the bits of crumbed munched up cookie she spat out and slowly chewed it in apology. Eventually Albus accepted.

"So wait..." He was just figuring it out.

He thought the milk he had bought the night before had been Hermione's breast milk. Or someone she knew. But that means...

His calculations were all off. He had run from the living room into his lab only just in time to see his concotion began to metamorphosize horribly. His secret recipe for magic had called for breast milk, not cows breast milk but specifically a persons. The concotions began to froth forth in great welters of fury and out of them seven fiercely clawed Velociraptors emerged.

"Goddamnit I accidentaly made Velociraptors!" Snape wailed in misery.

Hermionne was on her feet instantly. She didn't trust these green monsters. The same color as the hair she so desperately craved.

Just then Sirius arrived but the door was locked. He pounded on it, calling out Hermione's name over and over in sorrow and all consuming lust. But she couldn't even say hi because of the reptilian monsters her neighbour had unwittingly loosed upon the world.

"Get them!" The lead Raptor yelled and they all pounced in unison. Luckily for Hermione she had stepped on a trap door and she fell through it into a pile of old glass bottles. They all shattered upon the impact and flew upward in a savage trajectory of sliced veins and killed 3 of the raptors. The remaining four dashed out the window in fear, to regroup later, in secret and safety. To plot...

But she couldn't worry about that now. She climbed out of the pit and ran to Sirius. But she was too late. His balls had both fallen off from his frustrated passions and he sat cradling them and sighing.

"We'll get through this!" She said with calm reserves of strength. "Together..."