Chapter 21
My Life Among the Muggles - Part 3
Coming Soon - Ohmigawd, I'm a Witch 2.0
Blake arrived on time for our second date. We were going to dinner, and then to the drive-in. I realized the risk, but I was confident things would be okay.
We had a nice dinner at The Waterfront. They did not have any smelt, so I had a Patty Melt. Blake had a Reuben Sandwich. We made it to the drive-in just in time for the first movie. It was called Men In Black II. I had seen Men In Black at the theater in town. So, I was expecting a fun time with wacky aliens. The second movie was called Queen of the Damned. I did not know what to expect from it.
Between movies, we got some popcorn. I also got a Drumstick and a bottle of Hire's Root Beer. Blake got a corn dog and an O'Doul's. We walked back to his truck and settled in to await the second movie. The air was filled with the smell of weed as we walked. We must have been the only people in the drive-in not drinking and getting high.
Queen of the Damned started. It was about vampires. However, it was the hokey muggle view of them. None of the vampires I had met while at Hogwarts were anything like them.
Then, without notice, Blake and I were locked together. Our lips and tongues were tangling. Our hands were moving freely. Old feelings were trumping old events and current reservations. This time, there was no alcohol or drugs involved. It was all fueled by our lust.
Before long, Blake's hand went up under my top. He squeezed my breasts before reaching around to my back and unfastening my bra. I moaned passionately as his hand returned to play with my now bare boobs.
He pinched my nipples as I ran my hand inside his shirt. After a minute, he lowered his arm and pushed my hand into his crotch. I felt his hard penis. It was the first time I had ever felt one. I had read about them and had a basic understanding of how they worked. But my hand was now in unexplored territory.
"Oh yes," Blake moaned as I squeezed and investigated him through his pants. "That's nice."
Blake put his hand on my knee and slid it up under my skirt. I parted my legs to allow him access to my most private parts. My knickers and peach were hot and wet when they arrived. My buttocks raised up against his fingers. We were quickly moving into uncharted waters.
"Bluh—bluh—Blake," I whined as his finger slipped inside my knickers and between the swollen lips of my little peach. I started fumbling with his belt buckle. I got it unfastened and unbuttoned his jeans. I could feel his rigid cock pushing against my hand as I wrestled down his zipper.
Blake moved his hand to the waistband of his knickers and pushed it down. His cock sprung free. He took my hand and placed it on it. I had never done anything like this with a boy. There was a whole lot of stuff here that was not between Sam and Pansy's legs. I was unsure how to proceed.
Blake moved my hand up and down on his erection. It was hot, moist, and very firm. He groaned as I stroked him. His fingers returned to my peach. I nearly came as they went back inside my knickers and rubbed my anxious clitoris.
" This is going so fast…too fast, " my mind was shouting at me. " You need to slow down, Hermione." However, my lust was overruling it. I continued rubbing his member until he reached down and stopped me.
"I want to do something else for you," he breathed as he slid out from behind the wheel.
"No. I am not ready for that," I said. "It is too soon."
"I don't mean That," he emphasized. "I know you're not there yet. I just want to give you a—uh—special kiss."
"What?" I said in a confused voice.
"I want to kiss you down there," he said as he started to struggle in between my legs and down in the foot area under the dashboard.
"You—you—you want to kiss my—my peach?" I sputtered even though I fully knew his intentions. It had been over four years since the last time Pansy kissed me there. As much as my mind tried to convince me this was too soon, I could not resist. I wanted that feeling. I spread my legs as he started kissing my inner thighs.
"Ohhhh, Blake," I whined as he neared my slit. I was sizzling hot, waiting for the touch of his tongue. When his mouth finally pressed in against my soggy knickers, I squealed like I had been bitten by a monster.
Blake started trying to remove my knickers. I raised my rear and he got them down. With a great deal of effort, he got them up over his head and off. I ended up with my feet up on the dashboard against the window.
A second later, Blake had his face buried in my fanny. I was crying and moaning like I was being held captive under the Cruciatus Curse. It felt so good, and it had been so long. The inside of his truck was like a steam bath. The windows were completely fogged over. If not for the open crack of the window that allowed us to hang the speaker, we would have been completely sealed in.
Blake used his thumbs to hold me open so his nose and tongue could give my clit and hole a good working over. I was wriggling as I pushed hard against his face. Suddenly, I was cumming. I gasped as my head swam. Then, I collapsed, panting for air.
Blake looked up from between my legs. I could see him smiling in the dim light. "I know you're not ready to go all of the way, but would you consider giving my cock a kiss," he asked.
"A kiss?" I asked.
"Uh—do the same thing I just did for you—uh—it's called a blowjob."
"I—uh—I have read a little about that, but I am not sure how," I replied.
"Just try, it's not hard. I'll help you."
O—o—okay," I stammered weakly, "I will try."
After what Blake had just done for me, I felt like I should do something. After everything I had done with Sam and Pansy, I would feel guilty if I did not reciprocate.
We struggled around until we had swapped positions. Blake's cock looked huge from this vantage point. It was larger than my vibrator.
Just start stroking it," he said.
I took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. It was hot and hard. Some juices had oozed out of the tip, making it wet and slippery. He moaned as I started moving my hand up and down.
"Just like that, darling," he groaned. That's so good. Now, try kissing it and giving it some licks."
I do not know why I hesitated at first. I had eaten pussy plenty of times. I knew this was a guy and there was a lot of stuff down there I had never seen, but after a moment, I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Oooohhhh," moaned Blake as I gave him a second kiss, and then a couple of licks.
I kissed and licked his swollen cock for a couple of moments, then he said, "Put it in your mouth, darling. Please put it in your mouth."
I thought about it for a few seconds. Then, with a bit of nervousness, I opened my lips and took the head of his dick into my mouth.
"OH YES!" he gasped. "Suck on it. Go up and down and suck on it."
It took a bit, but I found a rhythm. I was sucking up and down and swirling my tongue around as he moaned painfully. Suddenly, his hand was on the back of my head. He groaned as he bucked up. A hot jet of salty liquid shot into my mouth, followed by two or three more before I managed to get my mouth off him.
"That was amazing, darling," he moaned. I was too busy trying to figure out what I could do with the snotty mouthful of his cum to respond. It was not nearly as bad as polyjuice potion, but it was still nasty. I finally found my soda bottle and spat it into it.
A few moments later, we found our way back into our seats, pulled on our clothes, and opened the windows to release the sweaty steam.
The rest of the movie did not make much sense. We had missed too much of it. There was a big vampire fight, and the queen died. The star vampire and the girl the queen had tried to kill walked off into the world.
Blake started the truck, and we started for home. I slept most of the way. Once we were parked in my driveway, we started to snog, but our breath was disgusting.
"Do you want to go out again next weekend?" Blake asked me.
"Uh—uh—about that—" I started
"Is something wrong?" he interrupted.
"You are forgetting what I told you when we went out last week."
"Forgetting what?" he asked.
"I told you I am moving to Ann Arbor to study dentistry."
"Moving? I thought you were just going to be going there, like while you were studying to be a hygienist."
"No. "I'm moving there," I replied. "It is three hours from here. I cannot drive back and forth like Ferris. I am leaving on Sunday. I probably will not be home until Winter Break."
"Ohhhh," moaned Blake, sounding crestfallen. "We could still go out on Saturday. I guess we could celebrate your leaving."
"Maybe—if we do not stay out too late. I want to leave early Sunday morning. I need to move in and get settled before classes start.
We shared a stinky-breath kiss, and I went inside to collapse. I had a hard time going to sleep. Crookshanks seemed fascinated by the smells coming from my crotch and mouth. However, I eventually dropped off.
In the morning, I came downstairs after a thorough showering and tooth brushing. My parents were eating breakfast. I went into the kitchen and got a cup of tea. They had left some breakfast casserole on the stove. I filled a plate and joined them.
"Are you excited to be going to Michigan's dental school?" asked my dad.
"Sure, I guess so," I said as I took a sip of tea. "It will not be like my first day at Hogwarts, but it will still be crazy."
I remember my first day at Birmingham," said Dad. "I was a small town kid from the Midlands. It took a while to adjust. But everything went great once I settled in."
"I met your dad there," said my mom. "We were in a lot of the same classes. It took a while. I could see him looking at me, always looking—"
"Really, Monica. You're really going to go there," laughed my dad.
"Yes. Shy," scoffed my mom. "It took until halfway through our sophomore year for you to finally ask me out."
"I—" started my dad. Then, he saw my face. He realized the conversation was dredging up old feelings. "I'm sorry, dear," he said as he put his hand on mine.
"It-it's okay," I said, but it was not. I was still not certain how I felt about Ron, but I had moments of missing Hogwarts—of missing being a witch. The notion that I had made a mistake in leaving persisted in me. A piece of my brain was still firmly convinced that I should have stayed and competed for his affections. It said I took the coward's way out.
I spent most of my spare time going over the things I needed to take with me and filling out paperwork. Saturday was a melancholy day when it arrived. I finished my last day as a full-time hygienist. I had tears in my eyes as I walked out of the office.
Blake was going to pick me up at six. I went home and took a shower before getting dressed. We decided to keep it simple. We were going to eat at The Timbers, then go bowling. It promised to be a nice evening.
I was struggling with my feelings about Blake. I was about to put almost 200 miles between us for extended periods. How would this affect our relationship?
I had been well down the path to falling in love with him when the big blow-up occurred. I had decided to surrender my virginity to him that night. That was a big thing in my mind—no matter what you think, considering my past behavior.
That first thing with Sam just happened. It is still hard to explain, even to myself. The things with the electric knickers were closer to hijinks. The first time, I was set up, a victim. The second time was more about satisfying the vindictive streak that I am sometimes ashamed to possess.
My whole affair with Pansy was complicated. It was not about sex. In reality, it can be boiled down to me dealing with classroom stress, being a muggle-born in a magical world, the related difficulties of fitting in and making friends, and Ron.
Pansy had similar problems brought on by the pressures of her pureblood status, school, frustrations with Draco, and the wild sexual activities of her mother and other female relatives.
Blake had been my first real boy-girl relationship. I was writing it on a blank sheet of parchment. I was starting to have the first glimpses of a life where I could be married, have children, and be deemed a normal, conventional woman in the eyes of those around me. I never made it quite that far with Ron. But that is when our break-up occurred. I took it particularly hard.
Blake seemed to have changed a lot since then. Was it all in earnest? Was it because of the break-up? Was it because of his feelings for me? I felt compelled to say it was. Stress was a constant tormenter for him. It was always a word, a look, a heartbeat away. How was he going to deal with our separation? I was not running away—at least I do not think I was. Still, I was scared of what would happen if I messed things up by leaving, again.
Blake arrived on time in the restored pickup. It looked amazing. I got in, and we left. The Timbers was a step up from our normal eating venue. He said he wanted this date to be special. Blake ordered me the Surf 'n Turf. It was steak and grilled shrimp. He got a ribeye, extra rare.
After eating, we hit the lanes. I got three strikes in a row in the first game. My total score was 143—a personal record. We bowled three games, then left to go cruising. We ended up at the lakeshore in front of the football stadium.
We started snogging. Before long, my blouse was open and he was nibbling on my bare breasts. I was rubbing his cock through his trousers while he was slipping his hand onto my peach. A couple of moments later, he at up and pulled off my soggy knickers. He buried his face in my fanny as I squealed with delight.
"Oh, Blake," I moaned as his tongue lashed my most sensitive spots. "Oh, yessss."
Then, I pushed his head away. "What's the matter?" he said, fearing something was wrong.
"Your cock," I breathed. "I want—I—I—I need to feel it inside me."
"Are you sure, darling?" he said.
"Yes. Please."
Blake stopped and stood up. He removed his clothes, and I did the same. I laid down naked in the moonlight as the soft waves lapped gently against the shore. We rolled together in a passionate embrace. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my loins as our tongues tangled.
"I don't have any condoms," said Blake.
"It's okay," I replied. "The school convinced us to practice safe sex. I am taking birth control pills."
I spread my legs as Blake positioned himself. His hard shaft was rubbing back and forth on my steaming hot slit. I reached down and placed the tip of his cock against my vagina as he pushed forward. When it popped inside me, I nearly came right then.
Blake gave several thrusts as he pushed in inch by inch until he was completely inside my fanny. Part of me was shouting, "AT LAST! AT LAST! I am finally a woman!" Another part of my brain was struggling between screaming about how good it felt and the pain of being stretched so much.
Blake started stroking in and out. After a couple of moments, the pain went away and the feelings of lust took over. It was different than when Pansy fucked me with the strap-on. The strap-on was smooth and slick. It did not feel alive. Blake's tool was hot, juicy, and alive. It felt both hard and soft at the same time. I was lost in a universe of pure pleasure.
"UNH! UNH! UNH!" I grunted each time our wet loins slapped together. I was rising up to meet his thrusts.
Suddenly, an enormous orgasm blindsided me. My body clenched like I was a tube of toothpaste in the hand of an invisible giant. Then, my very being blasted out of me as I felt like I was a giant vibrator. I saw a burst of Ron behind my closed eyes. Then, I saw Blake. "Oooohhhhooohhhooohhh, Blake," I sobbed.
Blake's strokes suddenly got short and faster. I felt his juices filling me. "Hermione," he gasped as he pulled us together. Then, just as fast as it started, we died, lifeless on the ground. Only our panting breaths gave away the fact that we were still alive.
Time passed. It could have been seconds or an eternity. Finally, we started moving. I moaned painfully when he pulled his now deflated cock out of me. It was like having a sword removed from a mortal wound.
We got up and walked out into the lake until the water was neck deep. It felt good as it cleansed the sweat and juices from us. I could have stayed in there for hours. But, something came up and brushed against my leg. It was probably just a small fish. However, I screamed and ran out of the water. The moment was over.
We used a blanket he kept on the fancy interior to dry ourselves before dressing. Blake pulled me into an embrace and started kissing me. "I'm sorry," I said. "I need to get home." He understood, and we got into the truck.
We kissed in the driveway for several minutes before I made the move to go inside. "Thanks for the wonderful evening," I said. "It was magnificent."
I felt some tears trickling as I made it into my bed. Part of me did not want to go. However, the die was cast, and my life of dental school was afoot.
In the morning, I had a big breakfast with my parents. Mom went all out with blueberry pancakes, sausage and bacon, and scrambled eggs. I loaded two suitcases of things into the back of my car. All of us got in with me at the wheel. This was going to be my last time driving until I returned home. I was not allowed to have a car while living in a dorm during my first year. So, I wanted to drive.
Dad gave directions as I drove. He was the best map reader. All too soon, we were in Ann Arbor and in front of my new home. After a tearful goodbye, my parents disappeared up the street. There were no boats to take me across the lake or castle on the other side. There was just Bursley Hall and a shared room waiting for me.
The building was massive and cold. My room was number 7205 on the top floor. It was smaller than my dorm room at Hogwarts, but it was meant for two people. It had no character, unlike the Hogwarts dorm room, which benefited from being 1000 years old. I imagined it closer to a shared room in Azkaban—if such a thing existed.
My roommate arrived just as I was finishing unpacking. Her name was Olivia Soady from Menominee in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. She had a quirky accent that I found delightful in the same way I had enjoyed Hagrid's.
After an hour of getting to know each other, I decided to call Blake. We sounded like a couple of first-years mooning over each other while using two straws in the same milkshake. I felt nauseated by the end. I must confess myself repulsed.
Classes were nothing like Hogwarts. Many of them were taught by grad students. You often needed an appointment or had to stand in line to speak with a professor. This did not stop me from achieving top grades, but it lacked the intimacy of Hogwarts.
The university was not divided into houses. Everyone tended to walk around wearing blue and yellow, or maize as they called it, clothes. It was expected that I would strive to join a Greek organization called a sorority. I found it sexist that men joined fraternities, often related to their field of study. Women would join an associated sorority. My target was Alpha Omega. It was for the best students in the medical fields. Another acceptable sorority would be Alpha Kappa Alpha.
The school was obsessed with sports at a level surpassing the love of Quidditch at Hogwarts. I had now moved from being a Bulldog to being a Wolverine. Being a Lion at Hogwarts felt regal; Lions were said to be the King of Beasts. Being a Bulldog at Ferris was okay. Ferris was also big on sports. However, Bulldogs, as anyone from England knows, are gentle, but known to snort, snore, and grunt a lot, as well as being flatulent.
Now, as a Wolverine, I was supposedly the largest member of an animal family containing weasels, ferrets, badgers, otters, polecats, and was a cousin to skunks. While my patronus is an otter, I was not a badger like Hufflepuffs, and certainly not a ferret like Draco Malfoy.
Before I knew it, Thanksgiving arrived. My parents came down to see me. I thought we would go home so I could see Blake. However, they stayed here. We celebrated the holiday with dinner at a nice restaurant.
School resumed, and I had to make do with telephone calls to Blake until Winter Break. My parents promised that we would spend it in Cadillac. That meant some skiing, but it also meant I would have time to be with Blake.
My parents picked me up and we returned to Cadillac on December 20th. Blake picked me up the next day for a dinner date. We had a nice meal after which we, without going into the details, cashed in a great deal of saved-up sexual capital. I was a bit sore the next day, but it was totally worth it.
My parents and I cross-country skied, downhill skied on the weekends for most of my break. Blake and I got together several times and behaved like a pair of proverbial minks. I was very satisfied, but almost happy to return to school. I needed some rest.
I thought I was going to return home in late March. However, it was not to be. I was told that I was going with a bunch of my school friends to Fort Lauderdale for the annual college student rites of Spring break. Blake was upset, but understanding. My parent simply told me to use my brain and not get into trouble.
Fort Lauderdale was insane. It was college kids gone wild. It was a drunken party of revelry, debauchery, and stupidity. Kids were engaging in every kind of activity, be it games, contests, or sports—all of which involved massive drinking. Guys were cajoling girls to expose their bristols. Girls were exposing their bristols in exchange for free drinks. A blue haze was hanging over the city from all of the pot that was being smoked. Even though I only drank two beers the entire week and never smoked a joint, I felt thoroughly buzzed the entire time.
School resumed, and I went full on in preparations for finals. By the end, I was burned out and having second thoughts about school and becoming a dentist. I was always energized by the end of school at Hogwarts. This felt different. It was not just missing Blake, it was to the point of second and third guessing why I wanted to be a muggle. I found myself almost mourning no longer being a witch. I had an itch, an itch to be a witch again. I was not a happy girl.
When I got home at the first of June, my fifth year of being a muggle was looming. I started working in the dental office to earn extra cash and to ease the load on the ladies. Blake and I picked up where we left off. I was fifty-percent happier with things. I was giving serious thought to dropping out of school and continuing life as a hygienist.
It was closing time on my first Thursday back home. I was helping out by cleaning instruments in the dental office. Pat and Jan were already out the door. Suddenly, my Mom hurried in.
"We just got an emergency call from the road manager of a band called The Argyles. Have you heard of them? They're quite popular. They're on their way to the festival in Traverse City," she said. "One of the girls in the group took a tumble in their RV and broke a tooth. They want us to take a look at it. I told them we would. They should be here in fifteen minutes."
"Okay," I replied. "I will get Room 2 set up."
The door to the office opened just as I was finishing. I heard a voice say, "Hi. I'm Peridot Woodstone. Thanks for doing this. This is Iris. I hope you can help her."
"We have a room waiting for her. Please sit down. I'll take her back and see what we can do."
A Moment later, Mom entered the room with a thin, willowy girl with long, straight blonde hair and aqua-blue eyes. She seemed to be in considerable pain.
"This is Iris," she said. "Please make her comfortable. I will be back in a minute.
I got Iris into the chair and put on a bib. She was clutching a folded paper towel in her hand. I could see that her upper left incisor was broken. I felt a twinge of pain just looking at it.
"Do you have the broken piece of your tooth in that towel?" I asked, holding out my hand. "Let me have a look at it. I'm Hermione, by the way."
Iris handed me the towel. "You're Hermione," she said as I unfolded it to find a perfect piece of her broken tooth. "Uh—Hermione Granger."
"Ye—yes," I replied as a lightning bolt of shock and apprehension shot up my spine. "How do you know that? Do I know you?"
"I'm Iris Greengrass, Hufflepuff. Daphne is my older sister," she answered, trying to smile through the pain.
"Ohmigawd!" I gasped. "How did you recognize me? I remember Daphne, of course, but I do not really remember you."
"That's okay. I was three years behind you. I saw the two of you talking several times. Daphne always spoke highly of you. She always said I could trust you. You helped her when she got in trouble at school, even though you didn't have to."
"Your sister had some bad luck. I was glad to have helped her. I hope I can help you, too. So, why are you here?"
"I started singing with the other girls in our group before I went to Hogwarts. They're all muggles. It was harmless. Then, the war came and lots of people died. After the war ended, we started singing again. My parents didn't like it, but Daphne was dating a muggle boy. Then Astoria married Draco, and Daphne said she wanted to marry her boyfriend. After that, our singing group was a minor concern. We started getting jobs, and Peridot came along to help us. Then we got our first big hit, and the jobs got bigger and the money started rolling in. After our second big hit, this tour was planned…and here I am with my broken tooth."
That's incredible. But you said big war. Tell me what happened."
Just as Iris was about to start, my Mom returned to the room. "I am going to give you a shot to numb the pain while I examine your tooth. I see you have the mixing piece. There might be a good chance of saving things."
Mom gave Iris a shot of Novacaine. She was so scared that I thought she was going to break my fingers as she squeezed my hand. However, the shot started to take immediate effect. I could see her expression start to relax.
My Mom took the broken piece and cleaned it. She used some disinfectant and air on her tooth to prepare it. Then, she slipped the piece back into place. "There is a good chance we can bond it back together and save it," she said as she removed the piece and put it in a dish. "If not, you will need a specialist to fix it. In the meantime, it should not cause you any pain."
Iris looked at my Mom, then at me. "Okay," she said.
"Mom," I said. "Let me talk to you outside for a moment."
"Okay. What is it?" she asked as we got out of earshot.
"Iris is a witch, She was at Hogwarts. She recognized me. I was good friends with her sister."
"Oh my. What should we do?"
"She has never been in a dentist's office in her life. That shot terrified her. You know I have not used magic more than a couple of times since I got here, but I can fix this. Either way, I am going to have to alter her memories so she will not remember seeing me."
"Are you certain?" she asked in a very concerned voice.
"Yes. Please let me handle it."
"Okay, dear. Do whatever you need to do."
"Tell her manager that we are working on it and that everything looks positive while I go home to get my wand."
I walked back into the examination room with Iris. I could see the fear in her eyes. "Wha-what's going to happen?" she squeaked out. "I have never been to a dentist. Is it going to hurt?"
"Everything is going to be fine. I talked to my Mom—uh—the dentist. I told her you are a witch. She gave me permission to fix your tooth using magic," I said as I looked at the broken piece.
"Oh! Thank you!" she gushed as she grabbed my hand. "I was so frightened of what was going to happen. And all of those things on the tray are scary. You're the best. I knew Daffy was telling me the truth about you."
"I am going to have to go get my wand. I keep it at home."
"You can use mine," said Iris, starting to pull it out of her sleeve.
"Thanks, but no," I replied. "I had better use mine. I do not want to mess things up because your wand and I do not get along."
"Sure. Okay, but how are you here?" she asked. "Everyone back home thinks you are dead. They think Voldemort must have killed you. The only person who disagreed is Pansy Parkinson. She said you told her you were leaving the school and never coming back. But no one believed her—not even after she had Professor Snape give her some Veritaserum. They all figured she had to have been confunded."
"I'll tell you when I get back. Just relax. I will be right back," Then, I will fix your tooth and we can talk."
I apparated out of the room. Magic was back on the table—at least for the time being. It felt strange, almost foreign to me. A second later, Crookshanks nearly jumped out of the window. He had not seen me apparate in years. I dug out my beaded bag and shuffled through the books until I found my wand. With it in hand, I apparated back to the examination room.
I did everything by the book right up until the time to use my wand. I was a muggle hygienist. I washed up, cleaned her tooth, and the broken piece. I slipped it into place. Everything was perfect.
"Hold still," I said as I raised my wand and pointed it at her tooth.
Iris froze. I could still see some fear in her eyes.
"Episkey," I said as I made a crisp, circular motion with my wand.
Iris flinched as I heard a tiny click. Then, she looked at me and said, "Is it fixed?"
I leaned in and looked. Her tooth looked perfect, like nothing had ever happened to it.
"It looks great," I replied, quietly proud of myself. "As good as new?" The feel of once again using magic was impossible to describe.
Iris moved her jaw around and tentatively put her teeth together. "Thank you. Thank you, she gushed. "I can't wait to get back home and tell Daphne I met you, and what you did."
"Uh—yes. About that," I started. "We still need to talk. I guess I'll start. Ummmm—when I disappeared, it was because of a personal tragedy between me and a guy I loved. Things fell apart, and I was devastated. My parents had been moved to a secret location—uh—here, to be hidden from Voldemort. I think you know I was a muggle-born witch. I went to the Ministry and begged them to let me come here and join them. I did not want to be a witch any longer. I wanted to run away and become a muggle. That is why I am here."
"But you're an amazing witch," said Iris. "Look at what you just did for me. You can't be a muggle. The Magical World needs witches like you. Please go back to England. You need to be a witch."
"It was a hard thing to do, but I am committed to staying a muggle," I said, feeling a bit like I might be lying, not just to her—that was not that important—but to myself. "I am going to start training to be a real dentist. It would be hard to go back. Now, tell me about the war."
"Okay. I'll try," she started. After you disappeared, the whole school went crazy looking for you. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and a few others spent all of their time searching. Then, Voldemort started his attacks. Harry and Ron went into hiding because Voldemort knew they were hunting his Horcruxes. They knew they were marked for death. The attacks continued. People died. Voldemort captured the Ministry. He killed the Minister for Magic and a lot of other important people. The Ministry made Professor Snape the headmaster. Hogwarts turned into a horrible place. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley returned a few months later. They told people they were looking for the last Horcrux. Professor McGonagall, some other professors, and a group called Dumbledore's Army fought back and took over the school. That made Voldemort furious. That is when all of us underage students were sent away. All I know from there is that there was a huge battle. A lot of students, professors, and people who came to help died. Hundreds of Death Eaters died when Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan blew up the bridge they were crossing. In the end, Harry Potter killed Voldemort and ended the war. The school was almost destroyed, but it was rebuilt and we got to return."
"Amazing. So Harry and Ron survived?" I asked, in a hopeful voice.
"Yes. I think they are both aurors, now."
"Great. Well, we have to get you out of here. Wait here. I'll get my Mom to take you up front."
As Iris leaned back, I pointed my wand at her and said "Obliviate". I removed all memories of her seeing and meeting me. My Mom took her back to join Peridot. She gave them a plan for Iris not to eat hard foods like apples, crunchy or sticky candies, and no ice. They settled the bill, and I disappeared from Iris' life.
On the Saturday evening following the passing of my fifth year, Blake and I returned to his place. He had a one-room apartment in a place just outside of town on the Boon Road. We were on his bed, just getting into it, when his door opened.
"What the hell?" I shrieked as Blake stopped stroking in and out.
"Don't mind me," said a female voice. "My drain is plugged up again. I'm going to use your shower."
"Who the hell is that?" I said in a pissed off whisper.
"It's just Crystal," replied Blake. "Don't mind her. She lives across the hall."
"And she can just fricking walk in here unannounced without knocking?"
"I'm sorry," said Blake as he started back to stroking in and out like it was no big deal. "I forgot to lock the door."
"Oh, that makes it okay. You just want to keep fucking while she's in the bathroom."
"Listen. We used to go together in high school. She got another boyfriend after I went into the Army. He treated her badly. When I came home, she had quit liking guys. She lives with her girlfriend."
"So, I do not have to worry about you and her. It is me she will want."
"Definitely."
"This is fucking bullshit," I grumbled as the feel of Blake's cock going in and out of me started to fog my mind.
A moment later, we were back into it like nothing had happened. We paused, and Blake rolled onto his back. I climbed on top of him and started bouncing up and down. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and I heard Crystal come out
"Dammit," I snarled as I heard her steps head for the main door. .
"Turn around," she said. "He likes it better that way."
"What!" I snapped, appalled that she would speak to me while Blake and I were doing it.
"Turn around," she repeated. Then, I felt her hand tug on my right arm.
"What the hell are you doing?" I gasped as the shock of her actually touching me blew up in my mind.
"Just turn around," she said as she added her other hand to my right thigh and started pulling at me.
"STOP IT!" I yelled.
Just do it," begged Blake.
Crystal was bigger than me and quite strong. Before I knew it, she had me most of the way turned. What could I do? I have never been a fighter. I finished turning around as I stared daggers into her eyes. Where was my wand when I needed it?
Crystal moved my right leg over Blake's right leg. He started pumping up into me. I had to admit, it felt good.
"Oh yeah," he moaned as I felt him grip my wrists. He pulled me back until I was most of the way leaning over him backwards. Then, the unthinkable happened. Crystal dropped the towel she was wrapped in and plunged her face into my fanny.
"Ohhhh shit," I squeaked as she started turning me inside out with her tongue. Nothing I had ever imagined prepared me for this moment. I was out of control with lust. I started thrashing as Blake's pumped up and down like a machine. Then, a huge orgasm erupted in me. I felt like my entire being was exploding. Blake joined in with his gasping climax. I collapsed and fell off him.
As Blake lay panting, Crystal straddled my face and shoved her hot fanny against my face. "Give me some of what I gave you," she demanded.
"No," I resisted.
"Yes. You know you want to," she responded as she started wriggling against my mouth.
It was a moral conundrum. It was not like I had never eaten a fanny. Finally, I took a breath and started licking.
I gave Crystal the benefits of everything I had learned from the incident with Sam and my times with Pansy. I took her over the top in a squealing frenzy. When she finally stopped shaking, she looked me in the eyes. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked. "You've done this before. There is no way this was your first time eating pussy."
"I do not know what you are talking about?" I said, trying to sound offended.
"Horse shit," she replied. "Wait until I tell Cindy about you. She is going to want some of this, too. The four of us can have a great time."
"The four of us," I said, a fire igniting inside me. I looked at Blake. He looked like he had passed out. "What the hell are you talking about—the four of us?"
"You and us and Blake. It will be wild."
"Are you saying that you and your girlfriend are doing it with him. I thought you were a lesbian?" I said, my hackles raised like the spines on a tentacula plant.
"I am," she responded. "Cindy goes both ways—like you seem to do. But don't worry. Blake loves the shit out of you. We just do it for entertainment."
"Enter-fucking-tainment," I snarled under my breath as I got up and started to get dressed.
"You should take a shower first," said Crystal. She seemed oblivious to the level of my anger.
"No," I said firmly. "I need to get out of here."
"Oh. Okay," she replied. "It looks like you're going to need to wake up Blake."
"I will be fine. Leave him alone," I snapped as I finished buttoning my top and slipping on my shoes.
I headed for the door. I wanted to slam it as I left, but I did not want to wake up Blake. "Crystal can tell him what happened after I am gone," I thought.
It was a long way home, especially on foot—probably five or six miles. However, I needed time to think. My life was the Titanic, and the iceberg had just ripped apart my hull.
I had not even gotten out of sight of his place when I saw the lights. I recognized the sound of his truck. I did not want to see him ever again. I was finished. In a wild moment of anger, I broke my vow to be a muggle and apparated home. He was lucky I did not have my wand. I might have done something unforgivable.
It was not all that late when I walked in. My parents must have just gone to bed. I went upstairs, scrubbed Blake out of my life, and went to bed.
I was too angry to cry, too angry to sleep, but wide enough awake for a lot of thinking before I finally drifted off. It was not until Crookshanks landed on me with demands for his breakfast that I woke up.
After feeding him, I got dressed and headed downstairs. I was going to have one of the most important conversations of my life with my parents.
"Good morning, dear," said my mom as I entered the kitchen. "There is a fresh pot of tea on the counter. Breakfast will be ready in a bit."
"Thanks, Mom," I said as I picked up a cup.
I joined my dad at the table. We talked about nothing in particular until Mom appeared with a huge omelet and a stack of toast. We all dug into it.
As we finished, Mom said, "What's going on, dear? You look like you have something on your mind."
I took a breath the size of the entire room. "I do," I said. "I do not know how to say this, so I just will. I am going to drop out of school."
I could see the shock in my parents' expressions. They wanted to speak, but I continued.
"That is not all," I said. "I am a witch. I cannot be a muggle anymore. I am going to move back to England. That is where I belong."
"Hermione," gasped my mom. "Are you sure?" It was all she could manage. I could see the echoes of her words in my dad's eyes.
"Yes. I have never been more certain of anything in my whole life. I am going back."
"A lot could have changed," said my dad. "What if the war happened? What if your magical world is gone or totally different?"
"The war did happen, at least according to Iris. I will have to get there to see the differences. But I will figure it out. I need to go. Can you drive me to the airport in Grand Rapids? I already bought a ticket to London. I will apparate there if you are too busy."
"It is okay. I will drive you," said my dad. "I'll call Pat and have her cancel my appointments.
"I—" I started to say, but Dad cut me off.
"I am driving you. That's final," he said.
Thirty minutes later, I was hugging my mom. Both of us were crying. "Be careful, dear," she sobbed.
"I will, Mom, "I whimpered. "I will contact you once I have settled in. If there is anything wrong—uh—well—wait a few days before renting out my room." This caused both of us to laugh.
I put a large suitcase full of my life into my car. Crookshanks was in a pet carrier stashed inside my beaded bag. My dad and I got in. I insisted on driving. It might be the last time I ever drove.
My dad and I talked about everything and nothing all the way. He laughed when I told him my ski equipment was in my bag. He understood my decision. He said being a dentist was not for everyone. We basically ignored the subject of Blake. He did suggest I look up Ron and see how he was. I told him maybe, but I suspected that he would already be married.
An hour and a half later, we arrived at the departure gate. As I got out, I patted my car. "I am going to miss you, Buckbeak," I said.
"Buckbeak?" said my dad.
"Yes," I said. "I named my car after a hippogriff named Buckbeak. He saved Harry's and my life once. He was this color."
"That's nice," chuckled my dad.
Dad and I hugged for several moments. Then, he kissed me on the cheek, and I went inside. About an hour later, I was on my connecting flight to Detroit. Two hours after that, I was on a Northwest 747 to London and the Magical World.
It was after midnight by the time I made it through customs at Heathrow. The muggle guard on my beaded bag worked marvelously. I can only imagine the hurrah that would have occurred if they knew half of what was in it. I made it to the passenger pickup area outside of the main baggage claim area and surreptitiously stuck out my wand. Then, I waited.
Thirty minutes passed. Then, I saw my savior, the first indication that the Magical World was still intact. The Knight Bus came racing up, and the conductor hopped off. He loaded my bag and asked for my destination. I told him "The Leaky Cauldron".
The bus sped off on a maniacal dash through the streets to downtown London. By the time we arrived, I was convinced I would never scream again while riding on a broom, hippogriff, or anything else.
As I opened the door to The Leaky Cauldron and walked in, my mind shouted, "OHMIGAWD, I'M A WITCH, AGAIN!"