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Not So Unforgivable	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione woke up the following morning and after getting ready she went to the Great Hall for breakfast, where she met Harry.
"Hey, Hermione."
"Hi, Harry," she greeted back.
"Did you get any sleep?" Harry asked.
“Why do you ask?" Hermione asked back.
"Well... you borrowed my cloak. Did you manage to do what you wanted?"
"Oh, that's right," Hermione said, looking around before leaning forward conspiratorially. "I used your cloak to get into the restricted section. I needed to research some things."
"What did you need to research?" Harry asked, curious.
"Well, it's actually quite embarrassing," Hermione said, feeling a bit awkward.”It’s… it's really quite silly and I don't want to seem stupid, so I'll spare you the details."
"Alright then, I won’t press the matter if you don’t want to share," Harry said. “But you’ll let me know if you need help with something, right?”
"Of course I will. Thanks, Harry.”
She couldn't bring herself to tell him the real reason. After all, even if she knew that purebloods were superior to muggleborn like her, she still felt pretty embarrassed to admit it.
"Have you heard anything about the tournament?" he asked.
"No, nothing really, I’m sorry," Hermione admitted. "What about you?"
"Not really but Professor Moody has offered to tutor me," he replied.
"Oh, he did? I'm glad."
She let out a sigh of relief. At least someone in the staff was looking out for him, though she wondered if that didn’t go against the rules.
‘I guess not unless they train him specifically on the task’ she thought. "Do you have any idea what the first task is going to be about?
"I haven't got a clue. Moody said that the surprise is part of the task itself. He just told me that I must practice constant vigilance."
"Well, that's not reassuring at all. I'll try to find out more, but I can't promise anything.”
"I know, Hermione," Harry said. "You are the only real friend I have left right now."
She put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“You’ll make it through, Harry. Last year you mastered a charm that even adults struggle with and chased away a hundred dementors. If there’s any fourth year who can win the Triwizard Tournament it’s you.”
“I don’t know, Hermione. I think you would fare well yourself.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Harry. Now, I should probably go to class. I have double arithmancy.”
“Ugh, first thing in the morning. Merlin, I don’t know how you do it.”
She didn’t know either. As a muggleborn, she was severely disadvantaged.
‘I must try to brew that potion again,’ she thought.
She felt guilty that she was only focusing on her issues while her best friend was going through such hardships, but she was feeling a bit more confident in her brewing abilities now and she was looking forward to trying the potion again. Still it would be too dangerous to try it right now. She would let a few days go and try again in the future.
When she left the Great Hall to head to her classes, she ran into Draco Malfoy. He was with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well, look who is here. Potter's girlfriend. How does it feel to be that loser's last friend? Even Weasley finally saw reason and dropped him."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione said. “I don’t want to hear the filth coming out of your mouth.”
"Why should I shut up when I am speaking the truth?" he said mockingly.
"Listen, here, I'm not going to stand around and listen to you-"
Just then, almost as if appearing from thin air, Snape came upon the scene.
"What is going on here?" he asked.
"Professor, this Mudblood girl is-"
"Mister Malfoy," Snape said sternly. "I've had it with the names you and your friends use, young man. Five points from Slytherin."
"But, Professor-"
"And five more for talking back to a teacher. Dismissed.”
Draco seemingly learned his lesson and stormed off in a huff. Hermione was absolutely shocked that Snape would come down on one of Slytherin like that, especially in her defense. Draco must have been shocked as well, since he didn’t even threaten to tell his father about this.
"And fifteen points from Gryffindor for arguing with a fellow student," he added, turning to Hermione.
Of course, what was she thinking? If he took ten points from Slytherin, he would find an excuse to take more from Gryffindor. That was just the way it had always been.
"But Professor," Hermione said. "It wasn't my fault. He was insulting Harry and -"
"That is not my concern, or yours for that matter. Mister Potter can defend his own integrity if he has any. Carry on, now. Unless you wish to lose your House more points."
"Yes, sir. I mean, no sir, I don’t want to lose any more points." Hermione said, as she quickly made her way to her class.
Hermione was angry at Malfoy but it wasn't enough to warrant losing House points over, especially when he had already been punished.
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In the following days, Hermione tried to find out as much as she could about the tournament and its tasks for Harry's sake, but all she discovered was that each tournament had its own custom-made tasks, but all were extremely dangerous and potentially deadly, even for a seventh year student. In the end, she couldn't come up with anything useful.
Eventually, a fortnight passed and Hermione recalled she had a very important thing to do.
"Now it’s a good enough time to try brewing the potion again," she said.
It had been two weeks since her first attempt, and if someone had noticed something about it the suspicions should already have faded.
Close to midnight and way after curfew, she slipped out of the common room, once again using Harry’s cloak. With her ingredient and a thoroughly scrubbed cauldron she set out to brew once again.
She knew she didn’t make any mistake the previous time, therefore another unknown factor had to have made things go wrong. This time, she made sure not to look away from the cauldron even for a minute. Then, just as the potion was about to be complete, the cauldron exploded once again without warning, splashing its contents all over the floor and filling the room with its fumes.
Like the previous time, Hermione was knocked flat on her back from the force of the explosion and her eyes burned from the smoke. She was disoriented and her lungs burned like they were on fire. She managed to get back on her feet but her head was swimming like crazy and her lungs were full of the sweet fumes. Slowly the effects of the potion kicked in, and once again she found herself standing still and staring into empty space with a dazed expression on her face. This time even with a little bit of drool dripping down her chin.
And right on cue, Snape entered the room, clearing the air with a wave of his wand.
Just as he had planned, just as he instilled into her mind. She came back here and brewed the faulty potion just like the previous time, and now she was in a completely pliable state, ready to hear and accept any new truth he imparted on her. But first he wanted to make sure the previous instructions were still holding firm.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"I am Hermione Granger."
"Are you a muggleborn?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why were you brewing this potion?"
"To catch up with my pureblood peers."
"Why do you need to catch up with them?"
"Because I am inferior to them," Hermione replied.
"Why are you inferior?"
"Because I am a muggleborn," she replied.
It seemed that even after two weeks, the effects were still holding strong. He could move onto the next stage. He had quite a bit of time to think in what directions he wanted to take things.
"What do you think of Mr. Potter?" he asked.
"He is my friend. He is like the brother I never had."
"Do you feel attracted to him?"
"I think he is cute but that's it."
Well, Snape didn't expect that. He actually expected her to say she fancied the Potter brat. Perhaps he was projecting too much of Lily onto her, but he quickly dismissed that idea.
"Would you date him if he asked?"
"No, I am not interested in him in that way," she replied.
Too bad, he was hoping he could exploit their relationship to torment the little shite-stain. Now, the potion couldn't change her feelings, only put pieces of knowledge in her mind that she would accept as complete truth.
He nodded. Since his first batch of instruction was holding, he could add a few more.
"What do you think of your looks, Miss Granger?"
"I look pretty ordinary, but not bad," she replied.
"Are you happy with that?"
"I wish I was a bit prettier."
"Why do you wish you were prettier?"
"Because that way I might be more popular. More people would pay attention to me and be my friends."
Even for a bookworm who only seemed to care about grades, that was a pretty ordinary answer for a girl her age.
"Miss Granger, what is more important for a woman? Her intellect or her appearance?"
"Her intellect is more important," she replied without missing a beat.
That was precisely the answer he expected. It was time to make some minor alterations.
"That's not correct. A woman's looks is as important as her intellect," he instructed.
"A woman's looks are as important as her intellect," she repeated.
That was sufficient, for now. It might arouse too much suspicion if she changed too drastically in a short amount of time. But there were other aspects he could work on.”
"Are you sexually active, Miss Granger?" he asked.
"No,I am not," she replied in her usual monotone.
"Do you ever masturbate?”
"I do, sometimes, when I am alone.”
Which was entirely reasonable for a young woman her age, but it was time to make things a little more unreasonable.
"Sexual release is necessary to a clear mind. You seek release at every opportunity. In fact, it's adamant that you masturbate every moment you have the chance to."
"Sexual release is necessary to a clear mind. I seek release at every opportunity. It’s adamant that I masturbate every moment I have the chance to," she agreed.
"You cannot hope to accomplish anything if you don't climax at least ten times a day."
"I cannot hope to accomplish anything if I don't climax at least ten times a day."
"For that purpose you seek out all manners of erotic literature. You must learn as much as you can on the topic. In fact, that is the most important field of knowledge for a young witch."
"I seek out all manners of erotic literature. I must learn as much as I can on the topic. It's the most important field of knowledge for a young witch," she repeated.
He had given her enough to work with and the effect of the potion would soon run out. Without another word, he vacated the room, leaving Hermione to slowly get back to her senses, which happened a few minutes later.
"I... what... what happened?" she asked herself as she looked around at the remains of her failed attempt laying all over the room.
"Again? There must have been something wrong with one of the ingredients, perhaps it was expired. I didn’t do any mistake, I’m sure of it."
With that she cleaned the classroom and then headed back to her own room, wondering what had gone wrong. While she lied in bed, among her sleeping roommates, her head felt slightly clouded, like she was forgetting something.
Then, it dawned on her.
"I didn't masturbate at all today. No wonder things went badly. How could I be such an idiot?"
She knew for a fact that sexual release was fundamental to having a clear mind.
"From now on I must masturbate every time I get a chance. I must climax at least ten times a day to make sure I got it right."
It was already quite late, and she had to wake up early the next morning, but all of her roommates were asleep at that moment. This was a perfect opportunity to get it out of the way. She enchanted the curtains of her bed to stay close and to impede the passage of sound, a trick she learned when she wanted to read without getting distracted by her roommates chattering. Feeling secure enough, she pulled down the covers and slowly rolled down her pajama bottoms, as well as her panties, exposing her bare pussy.
She started to rub herself but she wasn't feeling in the mood very much. However, after a bit she felt the wetness starting to form, which made the action smoother and more pleasurable. She reached out for her clit with her middle finger. She couldn't keep her hips from rolling along with the motions of her hand, making the stimulation even better.
Hermione could feel the wetness starting to seep out and she started to pant, feeling the pleasure increasing rapidly. She bit her lip as she increased the pace of her motion, wondering why she didn't do this more often when she knew for a fact that it was adamant that she'd masturbate any moment she could.
'I have to start to take this seriously. I'm already inferior because I'm muggleborn. I can't afford to fall even further behind in the competition. I must get better at this. Not just better. I must become the best. I must become the best at masturbating and climaxing.'
The thoughts running in her head made her feel a bit more confident about her situation, and she increased the speed of her fingers as well as her other hand, which was pinching her nipples through her pajamas.
She could feel a familiar burning sensation in her abdomen that signaled her orgasm was about to arrive. She could feel her climax building up fast as she was on the verge of cumming. She just needed one final push...
'I am inferior. I must do better. I must be the best. I must... I must... I must... cum!'
With that final thought, Hermione climaxed, buckling her hips and arching her back. After a moment, she slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh... One... one down... nine… nine to go," she said.
Perhaps she should prioritize her sleep at that point, but once she started on something, Hermione wasn't the type of girl to quit midway through. If she put her mind to it, she could wrap it up quickly, or at least she hoped so.
Unfortunately, climaxing ten back to back would reveal itself to be too daunting a task, even for a girl her age.
-END CHAPTER-
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