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The library was empty, save for the faint flicker of candlelight and the constant rustling of parchment as Hermione worked deep into the night. She could feel her exhaustion, she had barely slept for the last three nights. Tonight was no different. She couldn't afford to rest, not until this potion was finished.
With a sigh, she dragged a hand through her messy curls, her mind swimming in the complex formulae and ingredients scattered before her. The cauldron bubbled softly, its contents an odd shade of dull blue—until she tossed in the next ingredient. The moment the powdered rose petals hit the surface, the liquid inside turned bright, alarming pink.
"Oh, no—" she gasped, trying to backpedal, but it was too late.
The cauldron hissed violently before exploding in a puff of pink smoke. It enveloped her face entirely, wrapping her in a cloud of sugary-sweet mist. Her eyes widened in shock as the thick fog choked her, her lips parting in reflex. In that instant, some of the potion's concoction slipped into her mouth, and she coughed, only to feel the liquid sliding down her throat.
Panic shot through her. She swayed on her feet, coughing, but something was wrong—very wrong. Her body tingled, it felt as if a fire was burning on her thighs. Her pulse quickened, pounding through her veins, and an unfamiliar warmth pooled in her belly, slowly spreading lower, igniting an ache between her legs that made her thighs clench together involuntarily.
"No...what...?" she breathed, heart racing, her vision blurring as the strange sensations surged through her. A sudden heaviness settled over her chest, and her nipples turned hard like diamonds painfully against the fabric of her blouse.
It felt wrong...but also, somehow pleasureable. The more the warmth spread, the deeper the ache became, and despite herself, Hermione's legs shifted, rubbing together as a sharp, almost electric jolt of pleasure surged through her. She bit her lip hard, trying to shake it off, but the sensation only grew stronger, overwhelming her exhausted mind.
Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her flushed face, her fingers grazing her lips—lips that suddenly felt unbearably soft and sensitive. She tasted the remnants of the potion there, its sweetness lingering, tempting her to lick them clean.
"No...focus, Hermione...focus,"
Hermione sat back down, heart still hammering in her chest. Her skin buzzed with heat, and that strange, pulsing ache between her legs persisted, but she stubbornly pushed it aside. She should go to Madam Pomfrey, but the thought of explaining this particular incident, and worse, having it get back to Snape, made her stomach churn.
The mental image of Snape sneering at her, berating her for foolishness and lack of control, made her shiver in dread. She could already hear his sarcastic, cutting voice:
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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure
FanfictionHermione works late at night, and makes a mistake and the potion explodes on her face, she doesn't think much of it, but the next morning she wakes up with a phallic surprise...
