Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure

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Two Days Later

Hermione lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains. It was barely 7 AM, and yet her mind was already thinking about the thing between her thighs. She had to get rid of it—the cock. It wasn't her; it didn't belong. Every day, it felt like more and more of her was slipping away, taken over by this foreign, throbbing thing between her legs.

She let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her messy hair. If only there were a spell, a potion, anything that could make it disappear. She'd been searching the library endlessly, but nothing had come close to offering a solution. Magic could do extraordinary things, but apparently, turning a cock back into... well, not a cock, wasn't one of them.

A sudden burst of laughter broke her train of thought. Hermione blinked, realizing that the girls in the dormitory were already up and chattering away, their voices filling the room. She turned her head slightly, tuning into the conversation whether she wanted to or not. It wasn't like she had much choice—Lavender's voice was impossible to ignore.

"Oh my God, it's going to be so much fun tonight!" Lavender squealed, her voice carrying over the others. She was clearly in full gossip mode, her excitement palpable. "I can't believe we managed to organize the entire thing without any of the boys finding out! It's going to be wild."

Hermione's ears perked up despite herself. A party? She continued to listen, though she kept her gaze firmly on the ceiling. The last thing she needed right now was to glance in Lavender's direction—because Lavender, as usual, was practically naked. She had a habit of wandering around the dorm in nothing but a skimpy set of lace underwear, seemingly unconcerned with modesty. And given Hermione's current... situation, looking at Lavender while she was half-naked was a recipe for disaster.

The last thing she needed was to get hard right now. If she did, they would all definitely notice.

"Oh, I can't wait to dance," Parvati chimed in, her voice bubbling with excitement. "It's been forever since we've had a girls-only night. No boys to deal with, just us having fun."

Lavender giggled. "And you know what that means—no worrying about being proper. We can wear whatever we want, do whatever we want, and nobody can judge us."

Hermione bit her lip, trying to block out the image of Lavender dancing around the room in some kind of skimpy, revealing outfit. Don't think about it, she scolded herself. Focus on something else. Anything else.

But it wasn't easy. Lavender's voice was sweet and teasing, drawing attention even when you didn't want it. And worse, Hermione could hear the rustle of fabric as Lavender moved around, presumably adjusting her barely-there clothing, though Hermione refused to look and confirm it.

"Are you coming, Hermione?" Lavender suddenly called out, and Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

For a second, Hermione thought Lavender had somehow sensed her discomfort, her eyes snapping open wide as she turned her head just slightly. But no—Lavender wasn't looking at her. She was rifling through her drawers, pulling out various pieces of lingerie that could barely be considered clothing, holding them up for the other girls to see.

"You are coming, aren't you?" Lavender asked again, this time turning her head toward Hermione. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was a challenge in her tone. "You can't miss it—it's going to be the party of the year! Just girls. No books, no studying. I know that's hard for you, but we'll help you loosen up."

Hermione hesitated, feeling her face flush slightly. She could already feel her cock twitching at the thought of spending an entire night surrounded by all the girls, especially if they were dressed as casually as Lavender seemed to be implying. Merlin, why does this keep happening?

"I, uh... I don't know," Hermione stammered, her voice more uncertain than she wanted it to be. "I've got a lot of work to do. I might not make it."

Ginny snorted from her bed, where she was lazily stretching. "Oh, come on, Hermione. It's one night. We'll even have Firewhisky. You'll be fine. You deserve a break."

Lavender nodded enthusiastically, her blonde hair bouncing as she moved. "Ginny's right. Besides, we want you to come. It's a girls-only thing, after all, and it's not like you can turn that down," she added with a playful wink.

Hermione winced inwardly, her mind immediately jumping to the fact that she didn't exactly feel like she fit into the "girls-only" category right now. Not with the cock she was trying so hard to ignore pressing against her thigh under the sheets.

Lavender's eyes narrowed, her grin widening mischievously. "Unless... you have some secret reason you don't want to come, Hermione. Something you're not telling us?"

Hermione stiffened, trying to keep her expression neutral. "No! No, of course not," she said quickly, sitting up in bed and brushing her hair back with a nervous hand. "I just have... a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Mmm, well," Lavender said, her voice lilting in that sing-song way she used when she was teasing someone, "if you change your mind, we'll be waiting. I'll save you a spot near the drinks. You know, just in case you need to 'loosen up' a bit." She winked again and turned back to her drawer, clearly satisfied with her little jab.

Hermione forced a weak smile, though her thoughts were racing. Loosen up, she thought bitterly. Right now, loosening up was the last thing she needed. If she so much as let her guard down for a second, she knew her cock would spring to life, and that would be impossible to hide.

She stared up at the ceiling again, trying to refocus. Trying to figure out how she was going to get through this day—let alone the idea of attending a party that night, surrounded by all the girls, including Lavender and her... barely-there outfits.

"Firewhisky does sound nice," Parvati added, her voice breaking into Hermione's thoughts. "Maybe we can finally get Hermione to relax."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Ginny teased from her bed. "Hermione's a tough one to crack. I think it'll take more than Firewhisky to get her to let loose."

Hermione shot Ginny a look, though there was no real malice behind it. "I can relax," she said defensively, though the truth was, with everything going on in her body and her mind, she wasn't sure she'd ever feel truly relaxed again.

Ginny smirked, clearly enjoying Hermione's discomfort. "Sure you can," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'll believe it when I see it."

The girls continued chatting, their voices light and carefree, but Hermione's thoughts were elsewhere.

She had to figure something out, and fast. Because if she couldn't, there was no way she'd survive a party like the one Lavender was planning without everyone finding out.

And that was the last thing Hermione needed.

Later

Hermione found herself deep in conversation with Ginny and the rest of the girls, lounging around the common room as the day slowly bled into night. They had been together for hours now, just talking, laughing, and catching up, but for Hermione, there was a strange sense of peace. Ever since the encounter with Luna, she had been hyper-aware of her body and her thoughts, but to her surprise, it was easier than expected to maintain eye contact and just talk without constantly worrying about where her gaze was drifting.

For most of the evening, she had been able to focus. Her eyes weren't glued to the curves of Lavender's figure, nor did they linger on Parvati's exposed midriff as she sprawled out on one of the couches. It was a welcome relief—after all, she'd been terrified that her new... predicament would make it impossible to function normally around the other girls. But here she was, twelve hours later, feeling almost like herself again.

Almost.

Because as the hours ticked by and the conversations became more relaxed, more casual, Hermione started to notice something. Her gaze, though still mostly under control, was beginning to linger. Just a second longer here, a slightly more focused glance there. She caught herself looking at Ginny's legs as she sat cross-legged on the floor, her shorts riding up just a bit as she laughed and gestured wildly with her hands. Then there was Lavender, who had changed into a slinky, low-cut top as the evening grew warmer, her cleavage on full display, making it hard for Hermione not to notice every time Lavender leaned forward to grab her drink.

Why does it feel different? Hermione thought, a small knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. Last year, she wouldn't have given any of this a second thought, but now... now her mind was starting to wander again. She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the conversation around her. But her cock was starting to get hard, and she could feel it pressing against her knickers.

She shifted in her seat, trying to discreetly adjust herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Not now, not here, she thought, willing her body to calm down. But the more she tried to ignore it, the harder it became to focus on anything other than the girls around her—the way they moved, the way they looked. And then, her thoughts drifted to Luna, her lips wrapped around Hermione's cock, her eyes full of that innocent curiosity...

Hermione swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She needed to distract herself, and fast. "So, uh," she began awkwardly, turning to Ginny, "do you know if Luna is coming to the party tonight?"

The moment the words left her mouth, a chorus of laughter erupted from the other girls. Hermione blinked in surprise, her face turning bright red as she realized how ridiculous her question must have sounded. The Ravenclaw girls, seated on the other side of the room, were the loudest, their laughter sharp and amused. One of them—Cho Chang—gave Hermione a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Luna?" Cho said, snickering. "You're asking if Loony Lovegood is going to show up at a party like this?"

Another Ravenclaw girl, Marietta Edgecombe, chimed in, barely able to contain her laughter. "Honestly, Hermione, what are you hoping for? A lecture on Nargles halfway through the night?"

The girls continued laughing, and Hermione felt her embarrassment grow. She hadn't meant it like that—well, not exactly. She just... she wasn't sure why she had asked about Luna. Maybe because Luna was the only person who knew about her problem, the only person who had seen her like that, and in some strange way, that had made her feel less isolated. 

Lavender, who was lounging on the armrest of the couch, shot Hermione a teasing grin. "Sorry, Hermione, but Luna's not invited. It's girls only, and Luna... well, let's just say she's a bit too out there for something like this." She winked playfully, her tone light.

The other girls murmured in agreement, and Hermione felt a strange pang of disappointment. She hadn't realized how much she had hoped Luna might be there, if only because Luna wouldn't judge her for... well, anything. But she quickly pushed the thought aside, trying to laugh along with the others, even though her mind was spinning.

"Oh, right," Hermione said, forcing a smile. "I guess that makes sense. She's probably busy with... you know, Wrackspurts or something."

Ginny snorted, clearly amused by Hermione's awkward attempt to fit in with the teasing. "Yeah, something like that. But don't worry, you'll have plenty of fun without Luna around to talk your ear off about magical creatures."

"So, what are we going to do at this party, anyway?" Hermione asked, hoping to steer the conversation back to something—anything—that would distract her from the sensations building in her body. She could feel the fabric of her underwear straining as her cock continued to harden, and she prayed no one would notice.

Lavender grinned wickedly. "Oh, you know. Drinking, dancing, maybe a bit of gossip." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And if you're lucky, maybe we'll even get a little... risqué."

Hermione's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She had not been expecting that. She could already feel her cock twitching in response, and she quickly averted her gaze, trying to avoid looking at Lavender's cleavage, which was practically spilling out of her top as she leaned closer.

"R-Risqué?" Hermione stammered, her face flushing.

Lavender winked at her, clearly enjoying Hermione's discomfort. "Well, we are a bunch of girls, after all. Who knows what might happen after a few drinks?" She laughed, and the other girls joined in, the conversation moving on as if nothing had happened.

But for Hermione, it felt like the room was spinning. Her mind was filled with images she didn't want to think about, and her cock was now painfully hard, straining against her knickers in a way that was impossible to ignore. She shifted again, praying that no one would notice, but it was getting harder and harder to control herself.

Hermione leaned back against the couch, her thoughts racing. She had survived the day—barely—but the night was still young. And if she didn't figure out a way to get herself under control, she knew she was going to be in serious trouble before the party was over.

Later

Hermione sat hunched over a stack of books in the quietest corner of the library, frustration building with every page she turned. The texts before her, normally so full of knowledge and answers, seemed useless today. Her search for any information—anything—that could explain how to get rid of the cock had turned up empty. It was like the library was mocking her, the tomes filled with solutions for everything except the bizarre situation she found herself in.

She sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair. It had been like this for the past few days—reading, searching, turning page after page, but finding no answers. No spells, no potions, no magical anomalies. And the worst part? She couldn't even remember if anything specific had happened the night before she woke up with it. Was it a curse? A prank gone wrong? She had no idea.

Her fingers drummed nervously on the wooden table as she glanced up at the high, vaulted ceilings of the library, her mind already drifting to the party she knew she was going to be dragged to later. The thought of being surrounded by Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, and all the other girls—laughing, drinking, dancing—while she had to hide the uncomfortable, throbbing reminder of what she'd become... it made her stomach twist in knots.

She didn't want to go. She knew that much. But at the same time, if she didn't show up, Ginny would undoubtedly give her hell for it. The teasing from the other girls earlier had been bad enough, and the last thing Hermione wanted was to become the butt of some inside joke about skipping a "girls-only" party. Especially after what she had said about Luna.

She glanced back down at the pages in front of her, hoping to distract herself, but her thoughts were racing. What am I going to do?

"Hermione..."

Hermione nearly jumped out of her seat, her hand flying to her chest as she looked around wildly. The library was supposed to be empty this late at night—except for Madam Pince, of course—but there was no one else here. Or so she thought.

"Hermione..." The voice came again, soft and hushed, but unmistakably familiar.

She turned around, her eyes scanning the dimly lit rows of bookshelves, and her breath caught in her throat when a familiar figure stepped out from behind one of the towering shelves. Luna Lovegood stood there, her wide, dreamy eyes locked on Hermione.

"Luna!" Hermione hissed, her heart still racing from the sudden shock. "You scared me half to death! Don't sneak up on people like that."

But her chastisement was halfhearted at best, and Luna, of course, didn't seem the least bit bothered. She tilted her head slightly, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she regarded Hermione with a serene smile. "Oh, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just following a Wrackspurt."

Hermione blinked, momentarily thrown off by Luna's usual oddness. "A... Wrackspurt?" she echoed, her voice still slightly shaky from the surprise.

Luna nodded, her expression completely earnest. "Yes, I've noticed they've been particularly drawn to people who are feeling anxious lately. And you," she added, her eyes drifting toward the pile of books Hermione had surrounded herself with, "look like you've been feeling very anxious."

Hermione let out a long, exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples as she tried to make sense of the situation. Of course Luna would connect her nervousness to some imaginary creature. "I'm not... I'm not anxious because of Wrackspurts," she muttered, trying to refocus on the problem at hand. "I'm anxious because I can't find a way to fix this."

"Why are you trying to fix?"

Hermione bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the table as she hesitated. Luna was the only one who knew about her... condition. The only one who had seen it, who had... helped her with it. And while Hermione had initially been mortified by the whole thing, there was a strange comfort in knowing Luna wasn't judging her. 

"Because it doesn't belong with me. I'm trying to... get rid of it," Hermione said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Luna blinked, her gaze thoughtful as she leaned against the table, her arms resting casually on the stack of books. "Why would you want to get rid of it?" she asked, her tone genuinely curious. "It's part of you now, isn't it? Maybe it's like a magical creature—something rare and unusual. Sometimes, things that seem strange at first turn out to be special."

Hermione huffed, shaking her head. "It's not special, Luna. It's... it's a curse. I'm not supposed to have it."

Luna tilted her head again, as if considering Hermione's words. "But what if it's not a curse? What if it's just... different? You're still you, aren't you? Just a little bit... expanded."

Hermione let out a frustrated laugh, shaking her head. "Expanded, right," she muttered under her breath, though her heart wasn't in the sarcasm. Luna's strange perspective always had a way of throwing her off balance, making her question things she thought were obvious.

Luna moved closer, her gaze softening as she looked at Hermione. "You're nervous about tonight, aren't you? The party."

Hermione sighed, dropping her head into her hands. "Of course I'm nervous. I'm going to be surrounded by girls, and... I don't know if I can keep... this under control," she admitted, her voice small. "I don't want them to find out."

Luna nodded thoughtfully, as if she understood completely. "Well, maybe it's the Wrackspurts making you overthink it. They do that sometimes, you know—get into your head and make you doubt yourself. But really, you're just Hermione. You always figure things out."

Hermione blinked up at her, a small smile tugging at her lips despite everything. "I don't think Wrackspurts are responsible for this, Luna," she said gently.

"No, but they're a good reminder that sometimes, things aren't as bad as they seem. You're strong, Hermione. I think you can handle whatever comes your way—cock or no cock."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh softly at that. Only Luna could say something like that and make it sound perfectly reasonable. "Thanks, Luna. I just... I don't know if I'm ready to handle all of this."

Luna's gaze softened, and she placed a hand lightly on Hermione's arm. "You don't have to be ready all at once," she said gently. "Just take things one moment at a time. And if you need me, I am right here."

"I'll keep that in mind," Hermione said quietly, feeling a bit of the tension in her chest ease. 

Hermione stood awkwardly for a moment, biting her lip as Luna prepared to drift away again, chasing after whatever imaginary creature had captured her attention. The library had grown eerily quiet after their strange conversation.

"Luna," Hermione blurted out before the girl could disappear entirely. "I, um, I'm really sorry the other girls didn't invite you to the party tonight."

Luna turned back to face her, her expression serene as always, though a curious glint appeared in her eyes. There wasn't a hint of sadness or disappointment in her face.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Luna said lightly, shrugging. "I'm not really one for parties, anyway. Too much noise and dancing. I'd rather be outside, you know—chasing after creatures. The stars are much more interesting company than sweaty Gryffindors, if you ask me."

Hermione felt a small laugh escape her, and she relaxed a little. "I suppose you're right," she said, shaking her head. "It's just... I don't know. I thought you'd want to be part of it."

Luna's eyes gleamed mischievously as she took a step closer to Hermione, her gaze flicking down briefly before returning to Hermione's face. "Well, I suppose I could make an appearance. But I think I'd rather spend the night doing something a little more... intimate."

Hermione blinked, not entirely understanding what Luna meant at first. "Intimate?"

"Yes, intimate," she repeated. And then, without missing a beat, she asked, "Would you like me to suck your cock again, Hermione?"

Hermione's heart stopped. Her entire body went rigid as Luna's words hit her like a thunderclap, her face turning bright red in an instant. She glanced around wildly, her head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had overheard the blunt, scandalous question Luna had just asked in the middle of the library.

Thankfully, the library was empty. But Hermione's embarrassment was impossible to hide, and she quickly leaned forward, hissing in a panicked whisper. "Luna! You can't just say things like that!"

Luna blinked, her expression completely innocent. "Why not? You seemed to enjoy it the last time."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Her face burned with embarrassment, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. "I—" she stammered, flustered and at a complete loss for words. "That's not the point! I have... everything under control now. I don't need... that."

Luna's gaze dropped to Hermione's skirt, and she raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" she asked. She pointed casually at Hermione's lap, her finger aimed directly at the bulge that was now unmistakably visible beneath her skirt. "Because it looks like your cock is already getting hard again. It's a bit obvious, don't you think?"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she glanced down at herself in horror. Sure enough, the bulge was pressing against the fabric of her skirt, clearly visible now that Luna had pointed it out. Her cock, already half-hard from the stress of the conversation and the lingering thoughts of the girls at the party.

"I—I didn't—" Hermione stammered, her face somehow growing even redder. She had been so distracted by her conversation with Luna that she hadn't even realized what was happening. "This is not under control. I mean, I mean it's under control! I'm handling it."

Luna smiled softly, her gaze as serene as ever. "You don't seem very comfortable, Hermione," she said gently, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world. "And if you're going to a party with all those girls, it's only going to get worse, don't you think?"

Hermione bit her lip, her mind racing. Luna had a point—there was no way she could hide this at the party if it kept happening. She was already struggling to keep herself in check just sitting in the library, and the thought of being surrounded by Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, and the other girls, with their revealing outfits and playful teasing... it was going to be a nightmare.

Luna took a small step closer. "I can help you, Hermione. Just like last time. I can make sure you don't have to worry about it—make sure the other girls don't notice anything... by accident."

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, the memory of what had happened two days ago flashing through her mind. The warmth of Luna's mouth, the way her lips had felt around her cock.

But now... now it felt different. She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, especially so soon after the last time. And yet, as Luna stood there, Hermione couldn't deny that her body was reacting.

"I... I don't know, Luna," Hermione said quietly, her voice shaking. "This... I can't keep doing this. I need to figure out a way to get rid of it, not... not let it take over."

"I understand," she said gently. "But until you find a solution, why not let me help? Just for tonight. After all, you'll feel much better if you go to that party without having to worry about... this."

Luna's offer was so matter-of-fact, so genuine, and yet, it felt dangerous. But then again, Luna had already helped her once before, and there was no denying that the relief had been... something she needed desperatly. 

"Alright," Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible. "But we have to be quick. And quiet."

Luna smiled softly. "Of course, Hermione," she said, her voice as gentle as ever. "I'll take care of you."

And with that, Luna knelt down in front of Hermione once more.

Luna's fingers brushed against the waistband of Hermione's skirt. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing shallow as she watched Luna's movements. The memory of the intense pleasure she'd felt when Luna had sucked her cock the first time surfaced again—how overwhelming, how good it had been. But that was the problem.

She didn't want this. She was supposed to be getting rid of it, not finding new reasons to keep it. The more she gave in to this... this thing between her legs, the harder it would be to imagine her life without it. And she had to imagine her life without it—this cock didn't belong to her. It was a mistake, a curse, and giving in to its demands, to the pleasure, was only making it more difficult to focus on finding a solution.

But then there was Luna. Sweet, strange Luna, who didn't see this as a burden or a curse, who didn't judge her or make her feel strange. Luna had been gentle, curious, and in her own way, helpful. But the truth was, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow taking advantage of her. They hadn't exactly been close before all of this—Luna had always been more of a passing acquaintance, someone from Ravenclaw with odd ideas and strange habits.

Was this fair? Was it right to let Luna do this just because she seemed so... willing? Hermione's stomach twisted with uncertainty. But then, as Luna tugged gently at her skirt, pulling it down over her hips, Hermione's cock suddenly sprang free, standing hard and ready in the dim light of the library.

Luna let out a soft hum of appreciation escaped her lips as she gazed at Hermione's cock, her wide, dreamy eyes alight with fascination. "Oh, it's even bigger than I remembered," she said, her voice light, as if she were commenting on a particularly interesting magical plant. She reached out, wrapping her fingers gently around the base of Hermione's cock.

Hermione's whole body tensed at the contact, a wave of heat flooding through her as Luna's fingers explored her length. The pleasure was immediate, sharp, and intense, and Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan. She couldn't help it—her cock was throbbing in Luna's hand, and the sensation of being touched, of being held like this, was driving her mad.

Luna's gaze flicked up to meet Hermione's, her expression calm and almost playful. "I think it likes me," she said, her tone matter-of-fact, as if she were simply stating an observation about a plant in Herbology class.

Hermione blushed furiously, her heart racing as she tried to regain control of her spiraling thoughts. "Luna, I—" she began, her voice shaky, but Luna's fingers tightened slightly around her cock, and Hermione's words died in her throat as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"You're thinking too much, Hermione," she said softly, her voice almost soothing. "You always do that. You don't need to think so much right now."

"I... I don't want to take advantage of you," Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "We're not... we weren't close before this. I don't want you to feel like you have to—"

Luna blinked up at her, her fingers still gently stroking Hermione's cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her. "I don't feel that way at all," Luna said, her tone calm and reassuring. "I'm here because I want to be. Because I think you're interesting, Hermione. And this," she gave Hermione's cock a light squeeze, making her gasp softly, "this is just another part of you."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at Luna's words. She wanted to argue, to say that this wasn't a part of her, that it was something she needed to fix, but Luna's calm, steady gaze made it hard to find the words. 

"Besides," Luna continued, her fingers still wrapped around Hermione's cock, "I've always been curious about things that are different. And you, Hermione, are very different right now. I think that's a good thing."

"I... I don't know if I can handle this," Hermione whispered.

Luna smiled softly, her gaze gentle and understanding. "You don't have to handle it alone," she said simply. "I'm here."

With a soft, pleased hum, Luna's lips closed around the tip of Hermione's cock.

"Mmm, you taste divine, Hermione," Luna purred, pulling back just enough to speak. "Like a Nargle's favorite treat."

Hermione let out a breathy laugh that quickly turned into a moan as Luna took her back into her warm, wet mouth. "Oh Luna, your mouth feels incredible," she whispered, her voice quivering with pleasure.

Luna's tongue swirled expertly around Hermione's sensitive head before she released it with a soft 'pop'. "I do hope Madam Pince doesn't catch us," she mused dreamily. "Though I suspect she might enjoy the show."

"Luna!" Hermione gasped, scandalized yet aroused. "Don't say such things!"

"Why not?" Luna asked innocently, her hand still stroking Hermione's shaft. "It's only natural to be curious. I'm certainly curious about how much of you I can take..."

With that, she engulfed Hermione's cock once more, taking her deeper than before. Hermione bit back a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh Merlin, Luna... your mouth... it's magic," Hermione panted.

Luna hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Hermione's body. She pulled back again, her lips glistening. "You know, Hermione, I've always admired your... wand work. But I must say, this particular wand is my favorite to practice with."

Hermione's cheeks burned crimson. "Luna, you're terrible," she giggled breathlessly.

"Terribly good at this, you mean," Luna replied with a wink before diving back down, taking Hermione's length into her throat.

"Fuck!" Hermione hissed, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Luna, I'm close... I'm so close..."

Luna's eyes twinkled mischievously as she released Hermione once more. "Already? But we've only just begun, Hermione. I haven't even told you about all the places I want to feel this magnificent cock of yours..."

Hermione whimpered, torn between desperate need and burning curiosity. "T-tell me," she breathed.

Luna's smile was positively wicked. "Well, for starters..." she began, before engulfing Hermione's cock once more, her talented tongue promising pleasures beyond Hermione's wildest dreams.

Luna pulled her mouth off Hermione's cock with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening as she licked them, seemingly savoring the taste. Hermione, breathless and still trembling from the intense pleasure, watched in a daze as Luna grinned up at her, that ever-present twinkle of curiosity in her eyes.

But Luna wasn't done. She leaned in again, her tongue flicking out playfully, teasingly, starting at the base of Hermione's cock and dragging slowly up, tracing the length with deliberate care. Hermione's breath hitched, her entire body tensing as Luna's warm, wet tongue glided up to the sensitive tip.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione whispered, her voice shaky as the sensations coursed through her. She was trying her best to stay quiet, but every flick of Luna's tongue made her want to moan louder, to lose herself completely in the pleasure. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds, but her efforts were quickly undone when Luna hummed softly, the vibration sending shockwaves of bliss through Hermione's body.

Luna's tongue continued to explore, swirling around the tip, then sliding back down to Hermione's balls, her lips curling into a smile as she licked and hummed, clearly enjoying herself just as much as Hermione was. "Mmm," Luna murmured between licks, her voice muffled but still bright. "I think it's tasting even better than last time."

Hermione, caught off guard by the absurdity of the comment, couldn't help but giggle through her ragged breathing. "L-Luna..." she tried to say, her voice trembling, but the laughter quickly turned into a low, throaty moan as Luna's tongue found its way back up to the tip, circling it slowly, teasingly.

Luna pulled back for just a moment, her dreamy gaze locking with Hermione's, her lips curling into that familiar, serene smile. "I wonder if it's because you've been thinking about me," she said, her tone light and thoughtful, as if she were making a comment about the weather. "Maybe your cock is starting to like me."

Hermione let out a breathless laugh, her head spinning with a mixture of amusement and arousal. "That's... not how it works, Luna," she managed to say, her voice shaky.

But Luna simply smiled, undeterred. "I don't know, Hermione," she said softly, her hand wrapping around the base of Hermione's cock again, stroking gently as she spoke. "Your body does seem to react very well when I touch you."

Hermione was about to respond, but the words were lost as Luna leaned forward once more, taking Hermione's cock back into her mouth. This time, there was no teasing. Luna's lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside as she took more and more of Hermione's length into her mouth.

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as the pleasure overwhelmed her. "Oh, gods, Luna..." she moaned softly, her body trembling. The sensations were too much, too intense—Luna's mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling and teasing as she sucked, and Hermione could feel herself teetering on the edge, that familiar pressure building inside her.

Luna, sensing Hermione's growing desperation, hummed again, her lips sliding up and down the length of Hermione's cock in a slow, steady rhythm. The vibrations of her moans, the heat of her mouth—it was all too much. Hermione's hips bucked forward instinctively, her body seeking more of that delicious friction as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

"I—Luna, I'm..." Hermione gasped, her voice shaky and breathless, but she couldn't finish the sentence. 

Luna, still humming softly, took Hermione even deeper, her lips tight around the shaft as Hermione's body tensed. And then, with a loud, breathless moan, Hermione came.

"Luna... oh, Luna..." Hermione gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her like a train. Her cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling into Luna's waiting mouth, and Luna didn't pull away. Instead, she moaned softly, almost appreciatively, as she swallowed, her lips still wrapped tightly around Hermione's cock, taking every drop with a kind of serene pleasure.

Hermione's entire body trembled, her hands gripping the table so tightly her knuckles were white. The pleasure seemed to go on forever, each wave crashing through her as Luna continued to suck, her tongue flicking gently against the tip even as Hermione's body shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Luna slowly pulled back, her lips sliding off Hermione's cock with a soft, wet pop. She sat back on her heels, licking her lips with a satisfied hum, her eyes twinkling with that same playful light.

"Delicious," Luna said softly, her voice full of quiet amusement. "I think your cock really does like me, Hermione."

Hermione, still catching her breath, couldn't help but laugh weakly. "I think... it might," she admitted, her voice soft, though she couldn't quite believe she was having this conversation.

Luna smiled, her expression serene and full of warmth. "I'm glad," she said simply. "You deserve to feel good, Hermione."

Hermione's heart softened at Luna's words, and for a moment, all the confusion, all the doubt that had been clouding her mind seemed to fade away. In Luna's strange, otherworldly way, she had managed to make Hermione feel... accepted. 

"Thank you, Luna," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but full of sincerity.

Luna looked up at Hermione and asked, completely deadpan, "Do you want to fuck my pussy?"

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her mind screeching to a halt as she blinked down at Luna in disbelief. It was almost laughable how not surprising a comment like that was coming from Luna, and yet, it still left her completely speechless. She knew, deep down, that she should've expected something like this from her, but hearing the words spoken aloud still sent a jolt of heat straight through her body.

Hermione's mind whirled for a moment, unable to stop herself from picturing what that would even be like. Her imagination, traitorous as ever, painted a vivid image of Luna lying back, her legs spread as Hermione pushed into her, the tightness, the heat, the overwhelming pleasure of it all...

Hermione's cheeks flushed an even deeper red, and she quickly shook her head, banishing the thought before it could take root. "Luna, I... I can't," she said, her voice shaky but firm. "I'm still trying to get rid of the cock. The last thing I need is more reasons to... keep it."

"That's alright," she said simply, her tone as calm as ever. "I just thought you might enjoy it. You seem to enjoy pleasure a lot more now, Hermione. It's nice to see you not so stressed."

Hermione let out a nervous laugh, rubbing her forehead as she tried to compose herself. "I appreciate the offer, Luna, but... no. I'm... still working through all of this."

Luna gave a small nod, clearly unbothered by Hermione's refusal. "That makes sense," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe once you get rid of it, you can still find a way to have fun. You know, without the cock. There are lots of magical creatures that adapt after losing parts of themselves. It could be an interesting experiment."

Hermione blinked at Luna, feeling both baffled and strangely comforted by her bizarre logic. "An... experiment?" she repeated, trying to wrap her head around the comparison.

Luna smiled, standing up gracefully as she reached for Hermione's skirt. "Yes, like the Fwooper bird. They're known for losing their feathers during molting season, but it doesn't stop them from singing. They just find a new way to make music." She gave Hermione a small, reassuring smile as she gently helped her pull her skirt back up. "Maybe when you lose the cock, you'll find a new way to make your own kind of music."

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at that, the tension finally starting to lift. "Only you, Luna, could compare this whole situation to a Fwooper bird."

Luna's smile widened as she adjusted Hermione's skirt, making sure everything was back in place. "You'd be surprised how much we have in common with magical creatures," she said brightly. "Sometimes we just need a little time to figure out what we're meant to be."

"Thank you, Luna," Hermione said quietly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I really... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Luna tilted her head, her expression as dreamy as ever. "You'd be just fine, Hermione. You always figure things out." She smiled softly and gave Hermione's arm a gentle pat. "But I'm glad I could help. It's nice to have someone to share all of this with."

"I hope you have fun in the party." Luna called over her shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before she disappeared between the towering shelves.

Hermione shook her head, laughing quietly to herself. "Only Luna," she muttered under her breath, adjusting her skirt one final time as she gathered her books. 

Maybe the party wouldn't be so bad after all.

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