Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure

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Hermione's entire body trembled, she had never felt something like this before, it felt like her entire body was on fire. The dream she had woken up from seemed like a pale echo in comparison to what Luna was doing to her now. In the dream, the pleasure had been a distant haze, but this—this was real. The warmth of Luna's lips, the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue flicked teasingly against the sensitive underside of Hermione's cockhead—it was overwhelming.

A deep moan escaped Hermione's lips before she could stop it. "Luna..." she whispered, the name slipping out in a breathless, broken gasp.

Luna's ears perked up at the sound, and she paused for just a moment, her lips still wrapped around Hermione's cock. Her eyes flicked upward, meeting Hermione's wide, dark gaze, and there was a mischievous glint in her expression. Without saying a word, she slowly pulled back, her lips sliding off the head with a soft, wet sound, leaving Hermione panting and aching for more.

Then, with deliberate care, Luna added her tongue.

The sensation was amazing. Luna's tongue swirled around the tip of Hermione's cock, warm and slick, exploring every ridge and vein. She flicked it gently against the slit, the sensitive nerves sparking with intense pleasure that made Hermione's hips buck forward, her breath hitching in her throat. Luna's mouth closed around the head again, and she began to suck, slowly, her tongue working in tandem, pressing and sliding as she took more of Hermione into her mouth.

Hermione's eyes squeezed shut, her hands trembling as she struggled to keep control of herself. But it was impossible—her body was responding on its own, every touch of Luna's lips and tongue driving her closer and closer to the edge. Each time Luna's tongue pressed against her, a new wave of pleasure surged through her until she could think of nothing else.

"Oh—Luna..." Hermione moaned, louder this time, her voice shaky and breathless. She didn't care anymore if anyone heard, didn't care if anyone saw. The pleasure was too much, too intense to hold back. Every flick of Luna's tongue, every soft, wet sound that filled the air as she worked her, Hermione was enjoying this too much.

Luna, sensing Hermione's growing desperation, continued with a slow, rhythmic pace, her tongue tracing the edges of Hermione's cock as she sucked, her lips soft and wet as they slid up and down the shaft. The feeling was exquisite, every movement sending jolts of pleasure through Hermione's body, making her toes curl and her legs tremble.

Hermione's breathing came in shallow, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

"Luna... I..." Hermione gasped, her voice barely coherent, but she couldn't find the words. All she could do was moan, her body shaking as Luna's tongue worked her over. Hermione had used fingers on herself before, but this new pleasure felt much better, and something she found hard to get rid of.

Luna's lips slid off Hermione's cock with a wet, slick sound, leaving her throbbing and aching in the cool air. The sudden absence of Luna's mouth sent a wave of frustration crashing through Hermione's body, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, as if searching for the warmth and pressure they had just lost.

But Luna, as usual, seemed completely unbothered by Hermione's obvious desperation. She sat back on her heels, her lips shiny and pink from what she'd been doing, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. Her eyes drifted to Hermione's cock, still rock-hard and twitching in the air between them, and she tilted her head to the side as if pondering something deeply philosophical.

"You know," Luna said, her voice airy and calm, "your cock reminds me a bit of a Dirigible Plum."

Hermione's eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat as she stared down at Luna, utterly dumbfounded. A Dirigible Plum? Now? Now she wanted to talk about her strange creatures?

"I—I don't—" Hermione stammered, barely able to form a coherent thought through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "What are you—?"

Luna continued without skipping a beat, her gaze fixed on Hermione's cock as if it were the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. "Yes, they're known to swell up quite a bit when they're ripe, just like this." She reached out with one hand, her fingers brushing lightly against Hermione's shaft, sending a shiver of electric pleasure coursing through her.

Hermione's entire body jerked at the touch, a strangled moan escaping her lips. She didn't have the patience for this—not now, not when she was so close to cumming, she came once before, but Luna's mouth felt much better than her fingers ever did. Normally, Luna's bizarre tangents would have annoyed her to no end, but right now, the last thing she wanted was to listen to Luna ramble on about magical fruits or whatever nonsense was occupying her mind.

"Luna..." Hermione's voice came out as a desperate, pleading whisper, her thighs trembling as her cock twitched with need. "Please..."

Luna blinked up at her, as if only just realizing Hermione's state. Her smile widened slightly, and without another word, she leaned forward again, her lips parting as she took Hermione back into her mouth, her tongue swirling expertly around the head.

Hermione's moan was loud this time, her body bucking forward uncontrollably as the pleasure surged through her once again.

The heat coiled tighter in her belly, unbearable, and Hermione felt her thighs tense as her hips involuntarily pushed forward. For a brief, dizzying moment, her mind flickered with a dangerous thought—What would it feel like to shove my entire cock into her throat? The image of Luna taking all of her, her lips stretched around the full length, flashed through her mind, but it vanished just as quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure building inside her. She couldn't hold back any longer. She was going to cum—right now.

"Luna... oh, gods, Luna..." Hermione's voice was a breathless moan, her hand grasping a nearby table. She wanted to warn Luna, wanted to tell her she was about to cum, but the words never made it past her lips. Her cock throbbed violently, and before she could stop it, the first pulse of her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

To her shock, Luna didn't pull away. She stayed right where she was, her lips tight around the swollen head of Hermione's cock as Hermione came, thick spurts of cum shooting into her mouth. Hermione moaned louder, her body shaking as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her hips jerking forward with each spasm of release. She could feel Luna's tongue still working against her, teasing the tip even as she filled Luna's mouth with her cum.

Hermione's mind was a haze of ecstasy, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She hadn't expected this—hadn't expected Luna to stay, to let her finish inside her mouth. But Luna didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. She simply swallowed, her throat working as she took every drop, her hands still resting gently on Hermione's thighs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last wave of pleasure ebbed, and Hermione slumped back against the wall, her legs weak and trembling. Her cock twitched one last time, overly sensitive and spent, and with a soft, wet pop, Luna pulled away, her lips sliding off Hermione's cock with a sound that made Hermione shudder all over again.

Luna sat back on her heels, her expression as serene as ever, though there was a glimmer of something playful in her eyes. She licked her lips thoughtfully, as if savoring the taste, and then, much to Hermione's utter disbelief, she smiled brightly and said, "Hmm... kind of like Fizzing Whizzbees, but less fizzy."

Hermione blinked, her brain struggling to catch up with what she'd just heard. Her face flushed even deeper, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "W-What?" she stammered, completely thrown off by Luna's bizarre comparison.

Luna tilted her head, her smile never fading. "Your cum. It's a bit like Fizzing Whizzbees, don't you think? Sweet, but with a strange aftertaste. Although, I suppose it would pair nicely with some Gurdyroot tea." She gave a small shrug, as if discussing the taste of Hermione's cum was the most casual thing in the world.

Hermione stared at her, speechless. She wasn't sure what to say—wasn't sure how to even process what had just happened. She had just cum in Luna Lovegood's mouth, and Luna was sitting there, talking about it like they were sampling sweets from Honeydukes.

"Luna, I... I don't even know what to say," Hermione finally managed, her voice weak and shaky. Her body was still trembling, the intensity of the pleasure she'd just experienced.

Luna smiled again, her dreamy expression soft and unfazed. "You don't have to say anything, Hermione. I just thought it might make you feel better. And I was curious, of course." She paused for a moment, then added, "But if you ever want to explore other... sensations, I think Wrackspurts might be involved. They tend to linger around when people's heads get foggy, you know."

Hermione let out a breathless laugh, half in disbelief, half because she couldn't help it. Only Luna, she thought, shaking her head. Only Luna could say something so bizarre, after what had just happened. And yet, despite the absurdity of it all, Hermione felt a strange sense of relief. Luna wasn't judging her. Luna wasn't making her feel strange or out of place. If anything, Luna seemed genuinely intrigued, as if Hermione's condition was just another interesting mystery to explore.

And maybe, just maybe, that was what Hermione needed most right now.

"Well," Hermione said, still trying to catch her breath, "I don't think Wrackspurts are responsible for this... but thank you, Luna. I—thank you."

Luna smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling. "Anytime, Hermione. I'm always happy to help a friend."

Hermione sat there, her chest still rising and falling with the aftermath of what had just happened. And then there was the suggestion Luna had just made—anytime, Hermione—as if this whole situation could become a regular occurrence.

For a brief moment, Hermione actually considered it. The pleasure, the way Luna had made her feel so cared for, so seen, in a way no one else ever had—it was tempting, she had to admit. But then reality set in, and she quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the dangerous thought.

"No, Luna," Hermione said, her voice still breathless but a little firmer now. "I... I'm not looking to keep this thing. I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of it, not... not do this again."

Luna blinked, her smile fading just slightly, and for a moment, there was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She looked down at Hermione's cock, still softening between them, and then back up at Hermione's flushed face. "Oh," she said, her voice as calm as ever, though there was a hint of sadness to it. "I suppose that makes sense. Most people don't appreciate the unusual. But I thought... well, never mind."

Hermione furrowed her brow, not entirely sure what Luna was getting at. "What do you mean?"

Luna tilted her head, her fingers playing absentmindedly with a strand of her hair. "Well, it's just that things that are different aren't always something to get rid of. Sometimes, they're just... meant to be appreciated. Like Thestrals, you know? They seem frightening to most people, but once you've seen them, they're actually quite lovely."

Hermione blinked, trying to follow Luna's train of thought. "You think... you're comparing this to Thestrals?"

Luna nodded, her expression completely earnest. "Yes, exactly. Something that's rare, something that most people would shy away from, but once you understand it, it's really rather special."

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but found herself at a loss for words. She wasn't sure if Luna was being metaphorical or if she genuinely thought her cock was some sort of mystical creature that needed to be admired. Either way, Hermione couldn't quite wrap her head around it.

"I... appreciate what you're saying, Luna," Hermione said slowly, trying to find the right words. "But this... I don't think this is something I want to live with."

Luna gave a small, thoughtful nod, but her smile returned, softer now, less disappointed. "That's alright, Hermione. I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do." She paused for a moment, then added, almost as an afterthought, "But if you ever change your mind, I'll be here. Wrackspurts and all."

Hermione managed a small laugh, despite herself. She still didn't entirely understand what Luna meant, but that was just Luna—impossible to fully comprehend, yet oddly comforting in her own way.

Later that evening, Hermione found herself climbing the stairs back to the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering confusion. She had cleaned herself up as best she could in the bathroom, trying to ignore the memories of what had just happened behind the Beast Classroom. Every time she let her mind drift back to it, she felt a surge of heat rush through her body. The sensation of Luna's lips, the way she had looked up at her with those wide, curious eyes—it was hard to forget.

But as Hermione pushed open the door to the dormitory, she was greeted by the familiar sight of Ginny, lounging on her bed with a Quidditch magazine in her lap. 

Ginny looked up the moment Hermione stepped inside, her brows knitting together in concern. "Hermione, are you feeling better?" she asked, her tone light but with a touch of suspicion. "You were acting really strange at breakfast."

Hermione froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat as she locked eyes with Ginny. How could she possibly explain what had been happening without sounding insane?

But to her surprise, the usual distraction that accompanied her thoughts of Ginny—the magnetic pull of her body, the way Hermione's eyes seemed to roam unbidden—felt more distant now. Sure, Ginny's legs were long and strong from all those years of Quidditch, and yes, her freckles were endearing and the curve of her waist caught Hermione's attention for a second longer than it should have. But somehow, it felt... manageable. Easier to focus on her face, her concerned expression, instead of letting her mind wander to inappropriate places.

"I'm fine," Hermione said, and to her own surprise, her voice came out steady. "I'm actually feeling much better."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. "Really?" she asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Because when you ran out earlier, it didn't exactly look like 'fine' to me."

Hermione laughed lightly, brushing off Ginny's teasing. "I was just stressed," she said, hoping her explanation would suffice. "But I've... taken care of it. I had some time to think, and I think I'm starting to figure things out."

Ginny didn't seem entirely convinced, but she let it slide, her smirk widening into a full grin. "Well, if you say so. But you've definitely got that look, you know. The look that says, 'I've been up to something'."

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, her mind immediately flashing back to the courtyard, to Luna's soft lips, the way she had... No, stop it, she scolded herself, trying to keep her composure. "I haven't been up to anything," she lied, though there was a playful edge to her voice now. "Just... clearing my head."

Ginny narrowed her eyes playfully, clearly not buying it, but she didn't press further. Instead, she tossed the magazine onto her bedside table and stretched lazily. "Well, whatever you did, you look better. I was starting to worry you were going to collapse."

Hermione let out a relieved breath, grateful that Ginny had let it go so easily. "I think I'll manage," she said with a smile, moving toward her own bed and sitting down on the edge.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but glance at Ginny one more time, her eyes tracing the lines of her body, the curve of her legs as they draped over the edge of the bed. She really is beautiful, Hermione thought, but right now she couldn't think about that. She knew Ginny had a thing for Harry, and she reminded herself that she should not get in the way of that, and looking at Ginny like she was a piece of meat was definitely not in her to-do list.

Hermione lay back on her bed, feeling the soft warmth of the blankets beneath her, her body still humming from the events of the day. She was trying her best to relax, but her mind wouldn't stop racing. Everything felt off—between what had happened with Luna and the confusing feelings she was having about... well, everything. She couldn't shake the strange thoughts, and worse, she couldn't stop wondering why the dormitory felt so empty tonight.

Hermione glanced around the room. Neither Lavender nor Parvati were in their beds, and it was late. The room was quiet, with just the sound of Ginny flipping through a few pages of her Quidditch magazine from across the room. The absence of Lavender—whose presence usually filled the room with the sounds of incessant gossip or the soft thuds of beauty products—was noticeable. It gnawed at Hermione, though she wasn't sure why.

She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as she gave Ginny a sideways glance. "Hey, where's Lavender?" Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

Ginny looked up from her magazine, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why? You miss her?" she teased, a playful smirk creeping across her lips.

Hermione opened her mouth, ready to brush off the question with some excuse about needing to borrow a book or something, but Ginny cut her off before she could speak.

"You know Lavender," Ginny said with a laugh, tossing the magazine aside. "She's probably sucking someone's cock as we speak."

Hermione felt her heart jolt in her chest, a flash of heat rushing through her body at Ginny's blunt words. The image of Lavender, her lips wrapped around some nameless boy's cock, suddenly filled Hermione's mind. She felt a flush creep up her neck, and she quickly looked away, hoping Ginny hadn't noticed.

But Ginny had definitely noticed.

"What's that look for?" Ginny said, her voice laced with amusement. She leaned forward, her smirk widening. "Did that idea stir something in you, Hermione? You've got that same look again."

Hermione's face turned bright red, and she struggled to find her words. "I—no! I wasn't thinking about it like that!" she stammered, waving her hands as if to dismiss the thought. "I just... I was just curious where she was, that's all."

Ginny let out a bark of laughter, shaking her head. "Sure, sure. Because you're always curious about Lavender's whereabouts." She gave Hermione a sly grin, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Honestly, you can't be surprised. Lavender's all about that sort of thing, you know? I'd be shocked if she wasn't getting up to something like that."

Hermione swallowed hard, trying to shake off the strange heat that had pooled in her belly. She didn't want to think about Lavender, not in that way. But Ginny's casual, teasing tone was making it impossible to ignore the images her words had conjured. Hermione's mind flicked back to earlier in the day, to the feeling of Luna's lips on her, the way her cock had throbbed with pleasure, and now... Lavender's face, her lips...

No. Stop it.

Desperate to steer the conversation away from Lavender and the increasingly inappropriate thoughts swirling in her head, Hermione tried to change the subject. "So, uh," she began, her voice a little too forced, "what do you think about the new Herbology professor? I heard Professor Sprout finally retired."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing Hermione's attempt to divert the conversation but playing along anyway. "Oh, yeah," she said, leaning back on her bed, stretching her arms above her head. "I heard he or she is supposed to be really strict. Not sure how I feel about that, though. Herbology was always one of those laid-back classes, you know?"

"Yeah, I suppose. I just hope they knows her stuff. Sprout was always so knowledgeable about magical plants."

Ginny gave a small shrug. "I guess we'll see. They will starting next week, right?"

"Mm-hmm," Hermione murmured, relaxing a little as she settled into the conversation. But then, without really thinking, she blurted out, "I kind of hope she's a woman."

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Hermione immediately regretted saying them. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with an explanation for why she would say something like that, but it was too late. Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she sat up, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh-ho!" Ginny said, her tone teasing and full of amusement. "Now why would you say that, Hermione?"

Hermione's face went bright red again, and she opened her mouth, flustered, trying to explain herself. "I—I just meant—" she stammered, but Ginny wasn't letting her off the hook.

"You hope she's a woman, huh?" Ginny repeated, laughing. "What's this all about, Hermione? Having a bit of a change in taste, are we?"

Hermione's heart raced as she realized how her comment might have sounded, and the heat in her body returned, this time more from embarrassment than anything else. She waved her hands frantically, trying to downplay it. "No, no, that's not what I meant! I just—well, you know, women professors are great role models! That's all! It has nothing to do with... anything else."

Ginny's grin only grew wider, clearly enjoying how flustered Hermione was becoming. "Oh, right. Role models," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sure, Hermione. It has nothing to do with the fact that you've been acting weird around girls lately."

Hermione felt like the ground was slipping out from under her. How had Ginny picked up on that? She thought she had been hiding it so well, but Ginny had noticed her strange behavior, just like Luna had. The teasing smile on Ginny's face only made it worse.

"I'm not acting weird!" Hermione protested, though even she wasn't convinced by her own words.

Ginny crossed her arms, leaning back with a knowing look. "Come on, Hermione. You don't have to lie to me. I'm your friend, remember? If you're into girls, it's not a big deal. You can tell me."

Hermione's mind spun, her heart racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. Was she into girls? She hadn't thought of herself that way before—not until recently, at least. But everything had been so confusing lately, and Ginny's teasing wasn't making it any easier to figure things out.

"I'm not—" Hermione started, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't know how to finish that sentence. She wasn't ready to admit anything, but denying it felt wrong too.

Ginny's expression softened slightly, and she gave Hermione a more sincere smile. "Hey, it's alright. I'm just messing with you. But if you ever want to talk about it... I'm here, okay?"

Hermione let out a long breath, feeling a bit of the tension leave her body. Ginny's teasing was one thing, but her kindness was something Hermione always appreciated. She managed a small smile. "Thanks, Ginny," she said quietly.

Ginny winked. "Anytime. Now, about that new professor... I'll bet you a Galleon she's not as strict as everyone says. Herbology professors are always softies."

Hermione laughed, feeling some of the weight lift from her chest as they slipped back into easy conversation. But as they talked, a small part of her couldn't stop thinking about Ginny's words, about the way her body had responded so strongly to thoughts she never would have entertained before.

Maybe, just maybe, there was more truth to Ginny's teasing than she was ready to admit.

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