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Not So Unforgivable	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20591 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
Hermione looked dead ahead as the potion of Mental Acuity had her deep under its effects.
"So, Miss Patil and Miss Brown had a change of heart?" he asked.
"Yes," Hermione replied in the usual monotone. "They insist on getting a boyfriend, completely disregarding that they are sluts and must make others feel good, not themselves."
"Quite," Snape agreed. "Sluts who don't do their part are simply despicable."
"Sluts who don't do their part are simply despicable," Hermione concurred.
"And how do you plan on fixing that?"
"I have not thought of a proper plan. I must convince them to do their duty somehow."
"How far would you go in this endeavor, Miss Granger?"
She paused for a moment before replying.
"I would do whatever it takes."
"Including unethical or illegal means?" Snape asked.
"Yes. It's necessary for the sake of sexual liberation. I must help sluts fulfill their potential."
"Indeed you do, Miss Granger. Indeed you do."
-oOo-
Luna sighed and dropped her father's letter at her side I'm the bed.
She ccouldn't bring herself to read through it all. Once she knew he didn't find the Crumpled Horned Snorkack in his trip Brazil, she just skipped all the other pages.
Usually she looked forward to hearing from him, but in the past couple of weeks she had gotten more and more uninterested in what her dad was up to.
In fact she was losing interest in engaging with anybody at school. Not that she normally had any significant social life, but she used to wish that people came up to her and struck a conversation.
Not anymore.
Everyone was just so dull and boring. With one notable exception.
Professor Snape.
Maybe it was because he could go off at the slightest wrongdoing, genuine or perceived, but she was always excited about his classes. He was the only other person who felt real to her. Everyone else felt like a caricature.
At the very least he treated her like everybody else.
Like they weren't worth his time.
In fact, just that morning...
She bit her lip and slipped a hand between her legs.
"Miss Lovegood, can you not follow even the most simple instructions? Five points from Ravenclaw."
She slipped two fingers into her pussy and suppressed a moan.
When he towered over her, glaring at her incompetence she felt so incredibly small and vulnerable. Completely humiliated.
Already twice that day she masturbated replaying that moment in her head, trying to replace the sting with pleasure the way dhe knew she should.
It worked. Oh, it worked so well.
"Uhn! Hng!" she groaned, her hand moving faster.
Her climax was right around the corner. It was going to be a good one.
And just as she reached her peak, she heard a knock on her door and froze.
"Luna, are you there? I didn'tsee you at lunch. Are you okay?"
It was Ginny's voice.
"G... Go away," she stuttered. "I'm fine."
Gosh, she was so close.
"Are you crying? Please let me in."
"I'm... fine. Leave me... hnnf... leave me alone."
"Luna, please. I just want to-"
"GET LOST!" she shouted.
There was a moment of stunned silence, followed by a dejected "Okay," and then the sound of steps going away.
Luna groaned in pleasure. Ginny was looking out for her and Luna treated like trash. She should have felt awful about it but it was just a faint, insignificant echo. Her feeling toward people were muted, and thus her next thought came up naturally and without conflict.
'Being kind is for fools,' she thought as she fingered herself harder. 'I shouldn't be kind. People don't deserve kindness. They are weak, ignorant and contemptible. They don't deserve respect.'
Normally this chain of thoughts would have caused her to have all sorts of negative emotions, but her body was under the permanent aftereffect of the Charm of Lubrication, making the pleasure of even mere masturbation too overwhelming.
"Uuuuhhhhnnngg!!"
Her mind exploded in bliss as the intense orgasm wracked her young, tiny body. In the back of her mind, the idea that people deserved nothing but contempt was reinforced as she squirted her orgasm all over the bed covers.
'It feels so good to be mean. This feeling can't be wrong.'
She laid there, recovering, trying to catch her breath. She didn't feel the least bit of guilt for yelling at Ginny.
Catching her breath, she notice her father's letter still resting at her side.
She crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground, before her fingers went back to her dripping womanhood, still throbbing from the pleasure of her climax. She hadn't had enough of that pleasure yet.
-oOo-
A dainty figured moved through the street of Knockturne Alley, their features hidden by the heavy cloak they were wearing. Every few steps they turned back to see if they were followed, only to continue when they were sure the coast was clear.
The figure slipped in the narrow space between two buildings, barely large enough for a person to fit through. It continued down this path until a tiny wooden door blocked their way.
A fist rose to knock on the wood. The door opened, and the figure slipped inside.
A hunched figure with a big nose covered in warts shone a wand in their face.
"State your business."
Hermione steadied her breath before replying, making sure to keep her face hidden at all times.
"I was told I could find a master potioneer that would brew anything as long as they were given the recipe and the ingredients."
"For the right price," said the wart-nosed figure.
"For the right price," Hermione agreed.
The man, whom Hermione figured was the potioneer she was looking for put their wand away and held out his hand.
Hermione gave him a piece parchment, which the man read from top to bottom.
"Ah, yes. Yes. I've seen this before. The Potion of Mental Acuity, eh? I don't need the name to know what it is. Trying to cram your brain full for your exams, yes? NEWTs or OWLs. No, you are too short for NEWTs. OWLs it is then."
"It's none of your business what it's for, sir," Hermione replied, already feeling exposed.
"I guess you are right, it isn't. Well, if you have the ingredients, brewing this potion will cost you a hundred galleons per vial."
"A... a hundred? That is outrageous."
"That's for me to decide, young woman," he replied. "There are a lot of risks brewing illicit potions like this one, more so if it's to help cheat on ministry official tests. Great risks require great compensation. So, unless you have the coin, the way out is the same as the way in."
Hermione didn't have that kind of money for one potion, much less two. She couldn't quite tell the man that she didn't want the potion to cheat her schoolwork, but to make her two friends accept that they were nothing more than sluts. That would probably increase the price even more.
"I can't afford it."
"Then that's that," he said, opening up the door for her. "Come back when you have the money or not at all."
He rudely pushed her out and slammed the door shut behind her.
"I better return before anyone notices I'm missing."
She had taken the floo from the Three Broomsticks after bribing Rosmerta to keep quiet, which further cut in her finances. This entire operation had been a complete waste of time and money.
-oOo-
A few days later, Luna walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, with her books hugged to her chest. She was on her way to Potions. She was looking foward to have another class with Professor Snape. Whether her ire would be directed at her tjat day or at another student, she was looking forward to see him in action.
She barely registered the snickers from a group of students nearby until, quite suddenly, her feet were pulled from under her and she fell forward, landing on the ground with a soft thump.
Gasps and muffled laughter rippled through the hall. Luna blinked, momentarily stunned, her wide, silvery eyes darting to her wand, which had slipped from her grasp. As she reached for it, a small shadow loomed over her.
“Oh dear!” Professor Flitwick’s squeaky voice cut through the quiet murmurs, his tiny form hurrying forward with surprising speed. He extended a hand, his kind eyes full of concern. “Are you quite alright, Miss Lovegood?”
"I'm fine. I believe someone used a tripping jinx on me. Professor."
Flitwick’s expression hardened, though on his small face, it merely made him look like a stern garden gnome. He turned toward the gathered students, many of whom were now attempting to look anywhere but at Luna and the Charms teacher.
“Who was responsible for this?” he demanded, his voice firm.
Silence stretched long and thin. Whoever had cast the spell had already slipped away, vanishing into the sea of blue-trimmed robes. Flitwick sighed, shaking his head before turning back to Luna. “I’ll investigate this, of course, but for now, do be careful, my dear.”
“Thank you, Professor,” she replied out of formality.
His kindness didn't hearten her and she didn't feel humiliated from being pranked in front of the other students.
It wasn't like when Professor Snape scolded her in class. They were insignificant. Beneath her. She didn't feel the slightest emotions towards them, for better or worse.
She dusted herself and continued her walk to class. That was the only thing she could think about.
-oOo-
Hermione paced her room racking her brain thinking of one way to get her hands on two viable doses of the Mental Acuity Potion. She still hadn't managed to brew it herself, much to her dismay, but she couldn't hesitate any longer, not for this. With that potion, she could change Parvati's and Lavender's minds for good and be the sluts they were meant to be.
Yes, it was immoral and probably illegal, but it couldn't be helped. It was for their own good and the betterment of society as a whole. And while she felt a tad guilty about it, they had it coming.
'Sluts who don't do their part are simply despicable,' she thought.
But she still didn't have the funds to afford that even one dose of the potion, much less two. She had no choice but to try and brew it herself one more time.
-oOo-
Professor Snape paced, robes billowing , his voice low and acidic as he detailed the process of the potion they were concocting in class. Luna listened with rapt attention, like he was the only other living person in the castle. He acted like the only person that mattered, too.
He was... different from everybody else. She watched him move—sharp, deliberate, purposeful. He didn't care for acknowledgment, but he certainly expected it.
"Five points from Ravenclaw, Miss Perkins," he said, without so much as looking in that direction. "There shall be no whispering in my class."
"Yes, Professor. I'm sorry," the girl replied, properly chastised.
Luna felt a shiver going down her spine, recalling when he scolded her previously. She had masturbated thinking of it so many times now that she had conditioned her body to become aroused to the mere memory of it.
She suppressed it, but it was difficult when only the two of them existed in her mind.
She was so enraptured by him that she didn't notice when someone threw something in her cauldron until it started boiling over and she had to jump away least she got burned.
"Mindless girl," Snape snarked as he vanished the ruined potion with a wave of his wand. "Do I have to teach you how to mix a potion as well as how to pay attention?"
"I'm sorry, Professor," she said. "I... don't know what happened. I was following your instructions."
Snape glared at her, his black eyes piercing through her.
"If you had been, this wouldn't have happen. Ten points from Ravenclaw for your clumsiness, and detention tonight for lying."
Luna looked down, feeling her heart race and heat spread through her body.
"Y-Yes, sir," she replied meekly.
"Now sit back down and be still while the rest of your peers finish their potions."
Luna returned to her seat, feeling the heat between her legs throb. She wanted to rush back to her room and touch herself over and over again. As soon as Snape dismissed the class, she gathered her things and rushed out.
She didn't make it back to the dorms, and instead flung herself into a bathroom stall, where she proceeded to slide her fingers inside her panties and pussy.
"Hnnf!" she sighed, eye fluttering as she frantically fingered herself, her panties getting soaked with her intense arousal.
Because she had never touched herself before getting targeted by the Charm of Lubrication she had no idea of what it would normally feel like to masturbate, and instead only experienced this severely augmented pleasure. Even in its passive state, it was several times better than ordinary masturbation. Such an impressionable young girl had no defense against the allure of this pleasure. Especially with foreign thoughts planted in her mind about acceptable behavior.
Her fingers moved frantically, churning her pussy and making more and more wetness leak out. She arched her back against the door, pushing her hips forward and grabbing her breasts through her shirt.
'It feels so good to be a dirty girl. I love feeling good. Feeling good is always right.'
She continued to touch herself, rubbing her clit and her erect nipple while she imagined Professor Snape berating her. Her legs trembled as she felt a familiar pressure in her abdomen, until a sudden, intense wave of pleasure hit her, and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying out loud.
Her orgasm was intense and her cum gushed out of her, dripping to the ground and making a small puddle. She kept climaxing and climaxing for what felt like minutes, until she slumped down to the floor, her hand and the tiles beneath her drenched.
She sat with her bare butt in her own fluids, enjoying the afterglow of her climax while gently stirring her pussy. She couldn't wait to spend the night in detention that evening.
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