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Turning Hermione	By : CloudyToxin Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 2158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Happy Couple
- 2-Encounters
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That evening Hermione went to take a bath in the luxurious prefect's bathroom which she'd quickly become accustomed to. More than the luxuries of the space itself, though, she enjoyed the quiet time alone. It was like the library, but with a much smaller pool of people allowed in. It wasn't uncommon for her to bring some light reading, or some not-so-light reading to enjoy while bathing, or even some homework to do while her hair dried. Tonight, though, she was annoyed to discover Pansy getting dressed by the side of the bath, just as she arrived, and utterly outraged to discover Daphne also there, discussing something with Pansy in private. Daphne placed a hand on Pansy's shoulder as if to comfort her, when Pansy turned to face the entrance where Hermione stood, staring. Daphne turned as well, and smiled when she saw who it was.
"Oh, Mione." Daphne spoke, as Hermione bubbled and fumed over. "Don't mind us, we were just leaving." Hearing Daphne downplay the situation made Hermione snap. "I mind very much, actually! You know you shouldn't be here... How did you even get in?" Pansy glanced between the two girls for a moment, before putting her robes on and slipping out past Hermione, before she could get into any trouble herself. Meanwhile Daphne just continued to smile. "Someone must have left the window open." She said sweetly, her broom resting against the bench by one of the windows, which was indeed wide open. She started to step towards Hermione, now. Hermione dropped her books and schoolbag to the floor, and tried to block the entrance with her body, so that Daphne wouldn't just get away until Hermione knew more about what Daphne was up to. Daphne wasn't trying to leave, though; she placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, and looked down into her eyes. "It's nice to finally be alone, just you and me... Maybe I should come here more often!" Hermione tried to back away for a moment, but still didn't want to let Daphne out, so had to stay in place while she was tormented.
"I'm telling Snape you came here," Hermione let out, "and if you come again I'll tell Dumbledore about it myself!" Daphne sighed, "Oh yes yes, you can tell Snape or Dumbledore later if you like... Even one of your dear Gryffindor teachers if you must. Can't we just enjoy this moment though? For now?" Hermione didn't know what Daphne was talking about, and still had no way of getting away as Daphne brought her hand up to Hermione's face, caressing her cheek as if trying to soothe her nerves. "Don't... Don't touch me!" Hermione let out as she pulled away with her head. She couldn't move far without releasing her grip on the sides of the entrance, but she still pulled her head and body back as best she could to avoid Daphne's invasive touch. "You're adorable. You know I'm not leaving, right? At least not by that exit." Hermione stared at her suspiciously for a moment, having been lied to by one too many slytherin students to let her guard down that easily... But after a moment she sighed, and lowered her arms. "Fine. But still... Why are you here? This isn't some moment... we're not friends, you know." "Yes yes, because you're friends with Harry, and I'm friends with Draco, I get it... I was just here to talk to Pansy in private, to make amends, and to explain to her that Draco and I aren't exclusive."
Hermione went silent as she tried to compute this scandalous admission. "You're not?? You just hold hands in public, sneak into each other's beds, and chastise people for being virgins, but it's not exclusive??" Daphne smiled once more. "No, we're quite open, actually! That's why Drakey's roommates don't mind or tell... they know they're allowed to listen, and sometimes they even get to join!" Hermione was appalled, and her shock only grew more visible with every word. "Draco talks about you, you know... He seems to fantasize about you a lot. Honestly, I think all the boys do, every since your... Glow up." She stepped forward and stroked up Hermione's arm, and down her side, but Hermione pulled away again, trying not to blush. "Why? Aren't I just some dumb virgin?" she snapped, trying to mask her embarrassment with more anger. "Oh Hermione," Daphne stepped close now, cornering Hermione against the side of the entrance tunnel. "that only makes you all the more desirable... In fact, they all want to be the one who takes you, you'd be like a trophy to them." Hermione went a bright red that matched the red trim of her Gryffindor prefect outfit. "Well it's not happening! I don't want any of them!" She went to push Daphne back, but Daphne took her wrists and pressed them against the wall too, right above Hermione's head, as if they were lain in a bed in the midst of some vigorous activity. Daphne was waiting for Hermione to resist and fight back, but Hermione didn't even look angry anymore... She just stared up at Daphne, blushing furiously, vulnerable and exposed in this mock position she'd been placed. Hermione's stomach was churning, and if her mind were more clear, she would have snapped at how inappropriate this was, and how wrong it was for Daphne to treat her this way, but in this moment all she could do was wonder what Daphne would do to her, her heart beating in anticipation.
To Daphne, the role of any woman that Daphne found beautiful, was to submit to Daphne, and whatever Daphne wanted to do. As she watched Hermione blush, accepting that she was unable to leave this position, unable to stop Daphne doing anything, really, Daphne couldn't help but praise her. "You look so sweet right now." Daphne let go of Hermione's wrists, stepping forward to embrace her against the side of the entrance space. Her hand came to Hermione's cheek, and her other hand wrapped around Hermione's waist. "Those boys are right to want you... You're just gorgeous." Hermione was still silent, apart from the intense pounding in her chest. She didn't know what was happening, and although she didn't feel threatened, nothing about this seemed right, like what you were supposed to do. Daphne was leaning over Hermione's shoulder now, so close that tingles were rushing down Hermione's neck and into the small of her back. "I don't want them to have you either, though..." Daphne whispered, "Not until I've had you first."
As Daphne spoke, Hermione's stomach turned over on itself once more, her heart still pounding. Tension built in Hermione's neck where Daphne's face was hovering, like static electricity before lighting struck. Daphne leaned in a little more, and gave Hermione a gentle kiss on her cheek, before letting go of her fully, and stepping back. "Well Mione, I better go." she said suddenly, as she started to make her way to her broom, which was still sitting by the open window. "And look, you've got all this leverage over me now, catching me in the prefect's bathroom like this... Before you go telling on me, let's see if we can't come to some kind of arrangement. Think it over." Hermione was still deeply confused by whatever had just happened, and even more confused by Daphne simply deciding she was allowed to leave now. "Wait... You're just off then?" Hermione walked in the direction of the window, as Daphne climbed onto the window sill and brought the broom under her skirt to sit on it. "That's right. But we'll have plenty more opportunities to be alone, don't worry." "What?! What makes you think that's what I wanted??" Hermione protested, but Daphne simply winked, and kicked away from the window sill, falling out of sight on her broom. Hermione ran up to the window, and stared in silence as Daphne gained some lift on her broom, and wound around, out of sight from the narrow opening of the castle wall.
Hermione stared out the window for another minute, dumbstruck, before finally bringing herself to close the window. She sat on the bench and wondered if there was anything she could do. She could tell Snape, but clearly Snape had already given up on her far more scandalous behavior with Draco. Maybe she would try to tell the staff in some other house, like McGonagall? But what did Daphne mean about coming to some kind of arrangement? Maybe she should tell Harry or Ron what had happened, to see if they could blackmail Daphne into spying on Draco for them? But she might leave out the part where Daphne made advances on her.
Hermione was making herself blush with embarrassment, just thinking about all of this. She tried to put these issues to the side for now, and walked back to collect her books and bag where she had dropped them by the entrance to the bathroom. She brought her things to the side of the bath, and started to run the bath that she'd originally came here for. She removed her robes and shirt, but when she went to remove her skirt, she suddenly realized how wet she must have been. Her pants were heavy with arousal, and she couldn't help but blush furiously once more, as she removed her pants, with a slight wet sound as the gels of her arousal peeled away from her. Hermione would be hard pressed to admit whether a man had ever made her body do that, but whether or not one had, it was clear no woman had ever come close to doing the same. Hermione flicked her wand to turn off the various taps about the bath, and climbed in, trying once again to move on from the situation. She picked up a book to read, and laid back to float in the water, but she could barely get past a single page without remembering what had happened that evening with Daphne, what Daphne had said afterwards, and most of all whether Hermione might ever be able to make it happen again.
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From that point on Hermione would find herself thinking involuntarily about Daphne's interaction with her. Every time she saw Draco or Pansy or Snape in classes, every time she was left alone somewhere quiet, she'd remember that interaction, and wonder if she wasn't exaggerating the situation, that Daphne wasn't just messing with her, the naive Gryffindor. But then she'd be in the prefect bathroom again, or alone in her bed, and the whole thing would feel so viscerally exciting, so surreal, that she'd start to feel like none of it could have happened at all. But when she saw Daphne around, Hermione's mind practically went blank. Sometimes she would try to read Daphne, but she just couldn't. On the one hand Daphne was barely interacting with her, always rushing off to be somewhere, but on the other hand Daphne didn't insult Hermione anymore. Did Daphne really like her? Or was Daphne actually afraid of some kind of blackmail? Or was this all another mind-game? She felt like the two of them had this little secret they shared, but she wasn't even sure why it mattered to her, it wasn't like Hermione was actually interested in women. Besides, Daphne was acting like Hermione barely existed.
Then one day after dinner, when everyone was clearing out to go back to their common rooms, when Harry had left for Quidditch practice, and Ron to rush to the library to start an assignment due the following morning, Hermione was left to wander back to the Gryffindor common room by herself, when she heard a shout from behind her. "Granger!" She turned to see Daphne at the end of the empty hallway she was in. Hermione didn't know what to expect from this situation, but a morbid and self-destructive curiosity compelled her to find out. "There you are!" Daphne started jogging up to meet Hermione, with an enthusiasm that may have been a relief, had it been less unfair. "I'm glad you didn't tell on me yet," she started, rubbing Hermione's arm a little. "I guess I owe you now." She walked behind Hermione and looped around to the other side, tracing her fingers along the blades of Hermione's back. Daphne's gratitude seemed disingenuous, and yet her good mood seemed sincere. Hermione stepped away from Daphne, interrupting the footwork of Daphne's standing lap-dance. "Don't toy with me!" Hermione let out, trying to break through Daphne's pretenses. "What do you have that I would want?" Hermione asked firmly. Daphne was not phased by Hermione's reaction; if anything her mood only lifted more, having someone to play with. She stepped forward some more and took Hermione's hand. "Do I have to spell it out, Mione?" She snaked her way to Hermione's side, (slytherinly,) talking quietly into Hermione's ear now. "I can get into any Slytherin's bedroom," she explained, wrapping her arms around Hermione's side, while she had Hermione's interest. "I can get into any Slytherin's bed." She slid a hand down to Hermione's ass, giving her a gentle squeeze through her robes. Hermione stepped away and pushed at Daphne's chest to force Daphne's arms off. "I said don't toy with me!" Hermione repeated, the slightest tremble in her voice. Daphne stepped back, walking slow circles around Hermione again, like a shark circling a sinking vessel. "I'm not toying with you! I can find out any secret you want, about their families, their business with Draco's silly gang, or just something to blackmail them with." She reached a hand up to Hermione's chin, circling in to face her, and leaning in close now. "Or maybe there's a boy that interests you? You could learn something just for your own gain..." She ran her hands from Hermione's shoulders down her arms. "But you've already thought about all of this, haven't you?" She held both of Hermione's hands, looking into her eyes with a sorry expression. "What does Miss Granger want?"
Hermione held Daphne's hands for a moment, contemplating what Daphne had said. She had thought about what Harry and Ron might want, but what did she want? She knew she was being manipulated, but Daphne pretending to look out for her, it was as if they had always been close friends. She thought through all the people in Slytherin house that she might want to get to. Pansy? Draco? No. "I don't want any of the boys in your dorm..." she thought out loud. "I don't want to be their virgin trophy anyway." she continued, still a little offended at the notion that people would only like her due to her inexperience. She went silent for another moment, then shook her head. "And regardless, it would be wrong. I could bring myself to use you, if it meant learning something about the Death Eaters," she explained, peeling her hands out of Daphnes's, "but I don't need to blackmail some boy into loving me, or whatever else you would be trying to help me do." Daphne clasped her hands together in her waist, feigning innocence. "Of course! Death Eaters then!" Something seemed to click in Daphne's mind, but Hermione couldn't tell what. "You just get back to me once you know what you need, and I'll make it happen!" "Wait!" Hermione protested, "I didn't say we had any kind of deal!" Meanwhile Daphne's innocent smile was turning to mischief as she imagined all the ways she might draw secrets from Draco's most self-important friends, or maybe she'd have to make Draco squeal himself? It wouldn't have been the first time. Daphne reluctantly pulled herself from her own fantasies to consider what the girl was saying. "Of course, dear!" Daphne agreed. "But if you do want to use me to get to the Death Eaters, then count me in! That's all!" Daphne deflected. No deal had been made, but Daphne had learned enough about Hermione's motivations to be reassured. Life is a game of chess, but you can't always trust your opponent to make the right moves.
Daphne was smiling with some kind of satisfaction, but soon was glancing up and down Hermione's body, drinking her in as Hermione stood there awkwardly, trying to work out what Daphne was about to do. "You know," Daphne began to say, "it really is wrong of those boys to tease you like that." She stepped forward again to run a hand through Hermione's hair. Hermione blushed as the advances began again. "They see your gorgeous body," Daphne continued, stepping in close to bring an arm around Hermione's waist, "but they don't know just how dirty you are inside. Who are they to judge?" Hermione looked away. This is all she had been thinking and fantasizing about for days, and yet having Daphne pop back into her life all of a sudden, only made her mad, and nervous... Hermione didn't know what to do, it still felt so unfair, and so new and scary at the same time, but she didn't want to lose this moment, didn't want to be left missing Daphne's touch again.
"We shouldn't, not in public like this..." Hermione stepped away again, but Daphne immediately followed, grabbing one of Hermione's wrists. "So you'd just make me wait again?" Daphne pouted, "And it took us this long just to be alone again!" "But we're not alone! Someone could walk out at any moment! What if... what if Draco saw?" Hermione tried to pull her hand free, but as she stepped back she was soon backed against a wall. Daphne was grinning at the suggestion of her boyfriend joining them, and leaned over Hermione as Hermione pinned herself to the wall. "Draco won't mind, like I said... He loves to watch me." Daphne pressed her chest against Hermione's, reaching her hand straight for Hermione's skirt, pressing through her skirt and her pants to massage Hermione's pussy. Hermione yelped and tried to get away, shocked that Daphne was doing this to her, practically molesting a prefect in the halls of their school. "Daphne!" Hermione protested, shocked, and quite uncomfortable, sliding along the wall, away from the hand Daphne was still holding. She didn't get very far, and so instead tried to push Daphne away with her free hand. The resistance only made Daphne grin, she loved to chase. "You protest, but I know you want it. You've never been with a girl though, have you?" Daphne teased, taking Hermione's extended arm in her other hand, pinning both wrists to the wall on either side of Hermione, and bringing her own thigh forcefully between Hermione's thighs, Hermione's skirt spreading and draping over Daphne's bare skin as Daphne extended her knee forward.
Hermione let out a whimper as Daphne's leg massaged the whole surface of Hermione's pantied vulva, the kind of whimper that a woman makes when something she doesn't want suddenly feels too good to resist. She tried to pull and shake at her arms, or pull herself away from the front of Daphne's thigh, but there was nowhere to go, she was stuck right here, blushing furiously as her pussy was massaged and rubbed, quickly making her panties wet against Daphne's leg. Daphne's grin widened as she felt Hermione's panties begin to soak, leaning forward to kiss Hermione's blushing cheek, with a tenderness that practically mocked Hermione's duress. Daphne released Hermione's wrists, but Hermione's arms had gone half limp now. Hermione brought her hands to Daphne's hips, ostensibly to push her away, and gave a half-hearted push to bring Daphne away, but Daphne only pressed in firmer, while leaning in to nibble Hermione's ear through her curls. Hermione couldn't bring herself to push Daphne away now, as she got wetter and wetter, tingles rushing down her neck and spine as she felt Daphne's tongue. As Hermione melted into the wall and into Daphne's hot embrace, Daphne brought a hand between Hermione's legs again, this time under Hermione's skirt too, to rub Hermione's pants directly now. Daphne knew how to rub a pussy, and how to be rubbed, and could do things to Hermione's clit that Hermione didn't even know were possible. Daphne's touch was comfortable, painless, never in the wrong spot, more gentle than any man had touched her, and yet the stimulation was stronger, more intense than Hermione had ever been able to bring herself by masturbating. Hermione's eyes were shut tight as her heart and her hips both rose from the ground.
Daphne brought her hand up to the hem of Hermione's pants, gliding her fingers through the tufts of pubic hair as they found their way to Hermione's bare folds now. The lower portions of Daphne's fingers were still pressing and massaging Hermione's clit and vulva, meanwhile her fingertips were slowly rubbing at the entrance of Hermione's pulsating vagina. "Such a perfect, wet little cunt." Daphne was now whispering, bringing another hand up to Hermione's chest, to grasp and fondle Hermione's breast through her shirt and bra, just the way Daphne liked to play with her own tits when she touched herself. "Da-Daphne -" Hermione softly gasped, as Daphne's fingers entered her. Hermione's hands instinctively came to Daphne's hips again, as if to control and throttle how much Daphne could do to her by pushing Daphne away somehow. "Don't you want to touch mine?" Daphne whispered, as she kept working Hermione's throbbing pussy. Hermione didn't know what to say, but just looked at Daphne with hesitation, as she endured more of Daphne's sensual touch, her mind blank as to what she would even do with Daphne's body while all of this was happening. Daphne assumed Hermione was just nervous to learn, and so took the liberty of grabbing Hermione's wrist again, with the hand that wasn't already resting against Hermione's dripping lips, and brought it under Daphne's own skirt, against the soft touch of Daphne's flesh and tufts that laid behind her own thin panties. Daphne started stimulating Hermione again, and with each whimper of Hermione's, Daphne would get turned on more, and need to rub her own pussy with Hermione's helpless fingers. Hermione's head rolled back as her pussy and hand were both used, as another woman's heat rubbed and ground against her own fingertips. As Daphne's fingers began to enter Hermione more deeply, Hermione couldn't help but squeeze, too afraid to rub Daphne's pussy, but perfectly willing to use it to express just what Daphne was doing to her.
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