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3 weeks earlier

The receptionist looked up as the door chime sounded, and saw a small figure, hooded and cloaked, with the hood drawn close against the face. “Can I help you?” she asked. Whoever it was seemed rather nervous, so she tried to appear as friendly as possible. People often felt a little uncomfortable coming into these offices for the first time.

“Are these the offices for Pure Witchery?” The receptionist nodded. A girls voice. Probably fairly young, maybe only just out of Hogwarts, which would explain the nervousness.
“They are indeed,” she replied. “Are you hoping to model for us?”
“Yes, I was,” answered the girl, her hands fidgeting a little at the front of her robe.
“Okay, that’s good...if we can start with your name, and then we’ll need to take a look at you as well,” she said with a smile on her face, trying to appear as reassuring as possible.

The figure took a deep breath, as if convincing herself that she could no longer remain anonymous, and tossed back the hood, revealing a pretty face, with bushy brown hair tied back into a ponytail.

“Hermione Granger.”
The receptionist stared for a second, in shock. “Hermione Granger? And you want to pose nude?”
Hermione nodded. Somehow, unveiling her identity had firmed her resolve. “Yes, I do,” she answered, somewhat amused by the evident shock of the receptionist.
“But you’re a hero!” she exclaimed. “You’re Harry Potters best friend! And you want to get your kit off in a magazine?”
Hermione almost smiled at the way the witch had put it. Get your kit off. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to do. She’d had quite enough of being told what was or wasn’t acceptable. “Yes,” she answered. “Is there any chance of getting me in as soon as possible?” The woman still appeared slightly stunned, but looked down at her desk for a piece of parchment.
“Just a second...I’ll find out,” she said, writing a short message before tapping it with her wand, which made the note form up into a paper aeroplane and zoom off down the hallway behind her. “Why don’t you have a seat in the meantime?” she asked, indicating some chairs just behind Hermione.

She took a seat, looking around the walls as she did so. Hopefully they’d be able to get her photographed today, she thought, she might not have the nerve to come back if they had to make an appointment. Maybe the anger would have died down a little. Damn Ron! They’d only been going out for a couple of months, he had no right to get so possessive or controlling of her. At first it had been cute, the dark looks he would give other wizards who looked at her in what he considered to be an inappropriate fashion.

But then he’d started quizzing her after she’d gone out with Ginny a couple of times, what had happened, where they’d gone, who they’d seen. Not just in a curious fashion, but more of a ‘checking up on her’ sort of way. Then there’d been the full blown row when she’d told him about the muggle club that she’d gone to with some cousins. He’d flat out banned her from going anywhere similar ever again, and she’d hit the roof.

“I can bloody well do what I like, Ronald Weasley!” she’d screamed at him. “I haven’t just fought a war, been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, and watched friends die so you can tell me what I can and can’t do!”

He’d blustered a lot about how it was inappropriate for her to be going to places like that when she was his girlfriend, but she’d cut him off. Apparently what he wanted was for her to be a nice placid housewife, a Molly Weasley MkII. Fiery when he needed it, but ultimately under his control.

“Miss Granger?” came a male voice, breaking into her thoughts. She focused on a pleasant looking man who was standing just in front of the main desk.
"Yes?”
“Would you like to come with me please?” he asked, indicating the hallway. She stood up, feeling her heart thudding in her chest, and let the man lead the way to a small office, which looked, somewhat surprisingly to her, like a normal office. She’d been expecting photos of girls all over the place. There were one or two framed covers of the magazine, but nothing overbearing.
“So,” began the man. “First of all, to introduce myself, I’m Kirian Longstaff, I’m the editor here. You’d like to model for us, is that right?”
She nodded. “Yes, I would,” she answered. He smiled gently.
“Can I ask why? Not that we don’t want you, but I’m just curious why you want to do it.”
Hermione shrugged. “Because I want to,” she answered matter of factly. “Because it’s not the sort of thing I’ve ever done, and I don’t want to be stuck doing things I’ve always done before. If that makes sense.”

Kirian nodded. “It’s something I’ve heard more than once, yes, so don’t worry about that. Well, we can actually fit you in this afternoon if you like. Do you have time for that? It’ll be a few hours to do the shoot.”
Hermione smiled, a little nervously. “I didn’t have anything else planned, so let’s go for it,” she said.
“Wonderful!” exclaimed Kirian. “There are a few things I need to do before we actually get started, one is just a quick test to make sure you aren’t someone disguising yourself as Hermione Granger. If you don’t mind...?” he asked with a wave of his hand.
She shook her head. “Go ahead,” she answered.

He took out his wand, and muttered a few spells while looking at her, his brows furrowed with concentration. The lines in his face disappeared as he stopped. “Excellent,” he pronounced. “The only other thing we have to be careful about is polyjuice, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to drink anything you take in with you. We’ll be happy to get you whatever you want to drink during the photoshoot, but again, we can’t be too careful. This is standard for everyone.”
Hermione nodded her acceptance, and asked “So when do we start?”
“Right now!” he replied, and stood up. Hermione did the same, and followed him out of the office and into a different room, this one fairly plain, as if it could do the duty of just about anything. “This is where we take the photos...we pretty much just conjure what we need for the shoot. Did you have any ideas yourself about what sort of thing you wanted?

Hermione shook her head. “Not really. I mean, the only thing is that I don’t want to be made up into something I’m not, so no really heavy make up or anything. I just want to be me,” she answered.

“OK,” he said. “So...how about something set at Hogwarts, would that make you more comfortable? Maybe in one of the dorm rooms?”
“That might be a good idea,” she said with a nervous little laugh. “I do feel a little, um, out of my comfort zone right now,” she replied.
He smiled a little at her. “Totally understandable, but don’t worry, our photographer is very good, she’ll make you feel very comfortable, and it will be just you and her in here, no guys around to make you uncomfortable. Now, while I get everything set up in here, why don’t you go and see Ri, our make up and wardrobe girl? She’ll get you set. Just out and on the left,” he directed her.

Hermione left the room as directed, and found a small room with a huge mirror one one wall, and a small Asian witch sitting in a chair, reading a magazine.

“Um, hi,” said Hermione, knocking gently on the open door, making the girl jump at the sound.
“Oh! Hi!” she said, a smile appearing on her face. “You need make up and an outfit?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, so I was sent to you.”
“Well, it’s what I do,” said the girl. “I’m Ri, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Hermione,” she said with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too...why don’t you take a seat?” she asked, indicating the chair in front of the mirror.

Hermione did as she was asked, as Ri chattered away, asking what sort of set was planned, what Hermione wanted to look like as far as make up went, and what sort of outfit would be best.

“OK,” said Ri, after about thirty minutes. “Why don’t you stand up, and I’ll see about an outfit.” Hermione did as instructed, and watched as Ri muttered under her breath while waving her wand at a mannequin. A set of clothes were conjured, looking much like a standard Hogwarts uniform. “Right, why don’t you try those on?” she asked. “Come out when you’re done, and I can make any adjustments that we need.”

Hermione pulled a curtain around her and set about taking her own clothes off, as Ri called out “And leave your underwear off!”

After a couple of minutes she opened the curtain to find Ri standing waiting for her. “How is it?” she asked.
Hermione made a face. “It’s not quite what I’m used to,” she said, honestly. It really wasn’t a standard Hogwarts uniform at all. The shirt was quite a bit tighter across her chest than she was used to, the skirt was a fair bit shorter, and the tights were actually stockings that ended mid thigh. Ri smothered a laugh behind her hand.
“Well,” she said, “Where would be the fun in that? You look fabulous though.”

Hermione looked in the mirror and had to agree. The outfit, while definitely not Hogwarts standard, flattered her body, and the touches of make up were slight and just enough to highlight her looks, while her hair had been done in a french braid style of ponytail, with just a few wisps of hair untucked to fall around her face in artful disarray.

Just then, Kirian bustled in. “Are we ready to go ladies? Wow, you look fabulous Hermione. Come along, I’d like you to meet our photographer if you’re ready.”
“Bye Hermione,” called Ri, as she was shepherded out the door. “Have fun!” she said with a wicked grin.

Hermione walked along in her stocking feet, feeling the oddness of the situation. The extra tight uniform, the lack of underwear...she ALWAYS wore underwear, even to bed, and so to be parading around in a pretty short skirt without any, feeling the air on her privates...it felt a little odd, to say the least.

However, her thoughts were again interrupted as Kirian introduced her to the photographer. “Hermione, this is Summer, our photographer. I’ll leave you ladies to it,” he said, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Summer looked to be in her late thirties, with dark hair, and she was definitely still a looker. “Nice to meet you Hermione,” she said. “Have you done anything like this before?” Hermione shook her head. “I suspected as much. Well, not to worry, you won’t be the first girl who’s had her first time with me, and I suspect you won’t be the last. Why don’t you have a a look around, get comfortable, and I’ll take a few test shots?”

“Okay,” said Hermione, who had gone a little nervous again. She took a look around at the now richly decorated room, done up beautifully like a Gryffindor bedroom. There was even a window, clearly a charmed one, showing a a view of the lake in bright sunshine. As she looked out the window, she heard the click of the camera, and the saw the flash bulb go off out of the corner of her eye. She looked over her shoulder with a slightly nervous smile, and the flash went again.

“That was beautiful Hermione,” said Summer. “Just stay as natural as you can. Keep looking round, forget I’m here, and then we might start to lose some clothes.”

“Okay,” she replied, as calmly as she could. She wandered around the room, ignoring Summer as best as she could manage, while the camera flashed.

“Okay,” Summer said, “do you feel up to undoing a few buttons on your shirt? You can loosen your tie a little, but don’t take it off.”

“Okay,” said Hermione, her voice catching slightly. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt for a second, then the first one popped loose, then the second.

“Great, hold it there,” said the older lady, snapping a couple of pictures. “Look at the camera...?” Hermione did so, smiling uncertainly, certainly not comfortable with giving any kind of smoldering look that she imagined models would give. She bent over a little, exposing more of her cleavage than had ever been on display before, and the camera flashed.

“Perfect!” exclaimed Summer. “Another button?” Hermione undid another button, now clearly exposing the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as the shirt was open to below a point where one would have been visible. After a couple of shots, she took the initiative and undid the last two buttons, leaving the shirt completely open. Summer snapped away, and then said “All right, big step now...can you stretch your arms back for me, like it’s been a long day and you need to relax?”

Hermione took a deep breath, and nodded. Summer waited, and Hermione took the plunge. Lifting her arms up, she stretched them as far back as she could, closing her eyes as she pretended to stretch tired muscles, feeling the fabric of the shirt sliding back and exposing her breasts totally. She saw the flash go off on the camera through her closed eyelids, and opened her eyes as she brought her arms back around.

“Great,” enthused Summer, “I think we can probably lose the tie now.”

Hermione did as instructed, and tossed it to one side. Summer took a couple more photos, and then lowered the camera. “Do you think you can rub your nipples a little for me, Hermione?” Hermione blushed slightly. “Just enough to get them hard,” Summer assured her. “You don’t need to be giving yourself a nipple orgasm or anything.”

The young witch blushed even more, but giggled slightly as well as she reached up to her breasts, pushing back the white shirt to expose herself to the camera again. She tried to ignore the camera as she teased her nipples, feeling them get hard against her fingertips. It was getting her a little horny in fact, and she could feel her arousal growing between her legs.

“That’s great Hermione, try just cupping your tits a little for me...perfect,” said Summer, as Hermione did as she was asked. “All right...can you go over to the window now?”

Again, the young witch did as she was asked, and stood looking out of the window as Summer took more photos. “Okay, another big step here...I’d like you to take the skirt off, nice and slowly.”

Hermione trembled slightly as she reached for the button on the skirt, followed by the zipper, and slowly let the skirt slide down her legs to the floor, all while Summer’s camera clicked and flashed. She leaned her elbows on the fake windowsill and gazed out of the window, trying to ignore the fact that she was half naked in front of a person who was taking pictures of her.

“Great pose Hermione...stick your butt out a little?” Hermione did so. “Great...now look over your shoulder at me. Perfect!”

Hermione smiled, not in a sultry manner, or shyly, but the genuine pleasure she always felt when told she was doing something well.

“Okay, how about taking your shirt off now, and coming over to the bed?” Hermione nodded.

“All right,” she said, turning a little towards the camera and pushing the shirt back over her shoulders, and sliding it slowly down her arms. She had a sudden flash of shyness and embarrassment as she turned to the camera, exposing herself fully to it for the first time.

“Ooh,” said Summer as she continued taking pictures. “Hairless...very nice, didn’t expect that!” Hermione blushed. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Since it started growing,” she replied. “I never liked how it felt.” She sat on the bed, a little unsure how to proceed.
“Why don’t you take the stockings off?” asked Summer. Hermione did so, realising as she rolled the first one down her leg that she was exposing just about everything by doing it. Blushing quietly to herself, she continued doing it anyway, followed by the second leg. “That’s perfect...do you think you can lie back and spread your legs for me?”

Hermione hesitated a second, then nodded. She shuffled back so that she was propped up against the pillows on the bed, and then taking a deep breath first, spread her legs. Summer snapped away, and she tried smiling at the camera until it was clear that Summer was taking close ups of her vagina.

“Pull your legs up for me?” she heard. She did as she was asked, and realised that she had just also exposed her bum hole to the camera. Why would guys want to see that? She shrugged mentally, it wasn’t her problem, but it did feel just as private as exposing her vagina.

Summer pulled out, gradually getting her whole body back into shot. “Okay, you can let your legs down now...how do you feel about touching yourself a little?”
Hermione almost squeaked in surprise. “You mean like, masturbation?” she asked, with a catch in her voice.
“Yes,” she replied, “But it’s ok if you don’t want to do it, I mean, we probably have enough...”

The slight tinge of disappointment to her voice was enough to persuade the younger girl. “No, I can do it!” she said in a rush, and moved her hand down to her crotch.
“Great!” enthused Summer, disappearing behind her camera again.

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to pretend she wasn’t doing this in front of another woman, but at home, in her own bed, where she had first tried masturbating all those years ago. Her middle finger probed at her lips, she was definitely turned on, but it could be better. Rubbing herself gently, she tried to get a little more aroused.

Her left hand came up to her breast as her right hand worked away lower down, and she let out a breath as she squeezed her nipple gently. She imagined that it was Ron who was watching her, but changed her mind when a sudden flare of anger accompanied that thought. Maybe...Harry, who had never had a hard word for her, who loved her like his own family. What would he think if he could see her now? Would he take his penis out and start masturbating too? She imagined him coming close, close enough that she could take him him hand and do it for him, her hand sliding up and down his thick shaft. Of course, she knew exactly how thick he was because of the ‘Seven Potters’ trick they’d pulled nearly a year ago.

She felt her lips becoming more slippery, and eased a finger inside herself, moaning a little as she did so.

“Oh, brilliant,” she heard a voice say. “Yes, finger that pussy,” said the photographer, as she moved around taking pictures.

She rubbed her clit, the juices from her...yes, her pussy lubricating her finger nicely. her back arched and her legs tensed a little as she felt her orgasm build. Merlin, she thought, it wasn’t usually so fast. She rubbed faster, and in her fantasy continued to stroke Harry’s penis. No, she thought to herself...his cock, waiting for him to cum, shoot his sperm all over her tits and her face.

Hermione’s eyes shot open and she cried out as she came, her body arching right off the bed as her orgasm raced through her. She felt it pulse through her, and finally she relaxed back onto the bed, twitching slightly occasionally as a tremor raced outward from her pussy. She was aware of breathing heavily, and her heart racing, and a sheen of sweat on her body. She looked up at the camera and gave a slightly exhausted smile as Summer took one final shot.

“That was one of the hottest sets I’ve ever done,” said the photographer.

Hermione laughed slightly breathlessly. “Glad it was good for both of us,” she joked. “What happens now?”

“Well, after you get your breath back, you pop some clothes back on, and go and see Kirian about getting paid,” she told her.

Five minutes later, Hermione was sitting, dressed in her own clothes, again in Kirian’s office.

“Summer tells me it was a really hot set,” he commented.
“I’ll have to take her word for it,” replied Hermione, “I just did what she told me to.”
He laughed. “Well, anyway, here’s the standard fee, two hundred galleons.”

He handed over a small leather bag with the gold in it, which Hermione took, trying to keep the shock from showing on her face. She hadn’t expected anything like that. She hadn’t actually thought about money at all, she was doing it purely to spite Ron. Apparently she wasn’t as successful at concealing her emotions as she had hoped.

“More than you expected?” he asked with a smile. She smiled back weakly.
“A little. But a nice surprise,” she added.
“Well, I’m sure we’d be glad to have you back anytime,” he said in return. “We’ll send you out a copy of the magazine when it gets printed. Feel free to send me an owl and we can set something up in a jiff,” he said with a wink.

Hermione stepped out of the building into the street, pulling her hood around her face again. Odd that she still felt self-concious about being seen leaving a building that was known for nude modelling.

Still, she knew she was leaving a slightly different person that she had gone in, although the only physical sign might be that she was, for the first time in her life, out in public without any knickers on...

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