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Hermione and the Juju of Pleasure	By : Cloudbringer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 16098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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SUMMARY: A re-telling of A Goblet of Fire. Fem!Harry,Harriett. She believes being the "Chosen One" grants her special privileges. Harriett begins to antagonize and manipulate the sexual desires of boys to propel her to the top of the class. Hermione must pull out her own tricks to stay on top, even if it means utilizing and ancient fetish doll called the Juju of Pleasure. With this fetish, Hermione can target anyone and make them succumb to their hidden desires or even bring them to orgasm from a distance.
-I'll adjust the tags as more chapters introduce such content. Enjoy. All feedback appreciated. Work in Progress
The first 2 Chapters are a slow burn. Getting backstory and mostly inuendo canon scenes. If you are impatient and want to get to the meat and potatoes, feel free to skip to Chapter 3: The Madame, and dive right in.
CHAPTER 01: WAKING WEASLEY
    A pounding at the startled Hermione as she was finishing her hair. Her and Harriett had been spending the last week of summer at the Weasley house. It was already getting old for Hermione; the small restroom wasn't big enough for two sixteen year old girls to share.
    “Hurry up!”
    Hermione opened the door and Harriett stood there with shoulder length hair made of shadows. She wore a headband as usual to hide the scar on her forehead. Today it was a Gryffindor headband.
    Harriett shook her head. “All that work and I don’t see a difference.”
    They bumped shoulders as Hermione forced her way past. “Not all of us have perfectly straight hair.”
    Harriett spun and flicked her black hair. “One of the many perks of being the chosen one, I guess.”
    “You mean, the annoying one.”
    Harriett chased Hermione through the upper floor and down the stairs as they laughed. Harriett stopped halfway and inhaled deeply. Hermione stopped at the bottom and look up at her best friend. The smell of freshly baked scones greeted them.
    “Is that was having a family smells like?” Harriett said.
    Hermione sometimes forgot how lonely Harriett must have been growing up with the Dursleys. “This is your family,” she said.
    Harriett smiled back, “I like to think so too.”
    “Can someone make sure Ron isn’t still sleeping?” Mrs. Weasley yelled from the kitchen.
    “I got it!” Harriette yelled back.
    Hermione saw the grin on Harriette she knew too well. It was the one that always preceded them getting into trouble.
    “Leave him alone.” Hermione said.
    “Not a chance!”
    Both girls sprinted back up the steps. Hermione dove at the top of the stairs and grabbed Harriett’s ankle, causing her to fall.
    “Let go, twit.” Harriett laughed and jerked free from Hermione’s grasp.
    The two scrambled to their feet and headed up to the third floor. By the time Hermione caught up, Harriett was already bent over and catching her breath at Ron’s door.
    Hermione was a bit surprised that Harriett waited. “It’s good you came to your senses.” Hermione went to knock and Harriett grabbed her hand.
    “Shhh.” Harriett pulled out her wand.
    “What are you doing?” Hermione said in a low voice.
    Harriett flourish her wand. “Alohomora.” There was a click inside the door. Harriett looked at Hermione. “He’s too daft to put a counter-charm on it.”
    “He’s not daft, he just doesn’t expect friends or family to break into his room.”
    “We’re visiting, not breaking in. You can stay here then.” Harriett opened the door and slipped in.
    “I hate you.” Hermione quietly followed and shut the door behind them.
    Harriett grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her towards a pile of covers and sheets. Ron didn’t have a true bed, but a large mattress on the floor. All they could see was a gigantic pile of linen. Harriett pulled out her wand again.
    “What are you doing? You’re going to get in trouble by the ministry,” Hermione whispered.
    “Adults live here. They can’t tell who is doing magic here.” Harriett winked. “Wingardium Leviosa.” Harriett’s wand signed the spell in the air and the bed’s linen began to rise. Harriett dropped the sheets and covers to the side.
    The two girls stood there in silence as they watched a sleeping Ron. He lay on on his back, shirtless but clutching a pillow to his chest. Hermione wanted to cover him up or at least wake him, but she couldn’t stop looking. Harriett bit her lip and tapped her wand to her thigh.
    “He sleeps funny.” Harriett finally said.
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Maybe he’s dreaming of holding me.”
    “I doubt that.” Hermione wasn’t sure about it though. The thought did concern her that maybe it was true.
    “Let’s take a closer look.” Harriett lowered herself onto the mattress by Ron’s lower half, his boxers and legs exposed. Hermione grunted and took a spot on the other side of Ron’s legs.
    The two looked at each other. “Are you happy? Can we wake him now?”
    Harriett shook her head. “I’ve been waiting all week for an opportunity like this.”
    Harriett hovered the tip of her wand over Ron’s legs, tracing the profile then the muscles of his thighs until they disappeared into his boxers. Hermione found that her breathing had slowed but felt her heartbeat increase. There was an exhilarating feel of getting caught. They could do anything they wanted to him, even if it was for just a moment before he woke. But feeling that power of opportunity warmed her body.
    Harriett brushed a strand of leg hair with her wand and leaned closer.
    “You’re going to wake him.” Hermione warned. She was a bit confused. Just a moment ago, that is what she wanted, but now…
    “Do you think his hair is red down there?” Harriett pointed the wand at his crotch.
    “I don’t know… probably.”
    “Is yours the same down there?”
    Hermione hit Harriett in the arm, causing her to wince.
    “You’re a twit.” Harriett rubber her arm.
    “You’re a twat.”
    Harriett leaned her face closer and tried looking up Ron’s boxers. “I see it, they’re red.”
    “No you don’t.” Hermione leaned in to look and Harriett giggled.
    “Of course I can’t see it, but I thought you didn’t care.”
    Hermione was about to stand but Harriett grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” Hermione sighed and stayed with her. “Do you think it’s messy down there like his head, or does he pluck it?”
    “I don’t think boys pluck it. That sounds painful.”
    “Well, he definitely wouldn’t trim it. He hardly ever gets a haircut, and it’s usually awful.”
    “They don’t have money like you.”
    Harriett bit her lip again. “I’d pluck it for him. I could pluck it now.”
    Hermione stared at Harriett. She didn’t believe Harriett was still talking about plucking hairs.
    “Would that make you angry?” Harriett looked at her.
    “Of course not, why would it?”
    “You’re getting angry now.” Harriett grinned.
    Hermione scrunched her face in return.
    “Fine, but just one more thing.”
    “What?” Hermione asked.
    “I want to try something.”
    Harriett moved her mouth closer to Ron’s crotch. Hermione was torn between stopping her and wanting to see what she had planned. The later won. Harriett pursed her lips and blew. The light material of his boxers fluttered, as did Hermione’s heart. She too leaned closer. And a moment after the material settled, there was a twitch from underneath and Ron let out a deep exhale.
    Hermione covered her mouth and sat back on her knees. Harriett stood up and was shaking her fists in excitement. Hermione glanced over the clutched pillow to see Ron still fast asleep. She looked back up at Harriett who nodded back.
    “Do it.” Harriett dared.
    Hermione lowered herself back down and Harriett joined her. They were cheek to cheek above Ron’s boxers.
    “Do you think he feels it?” Hermione said.
    “Obviously something feels it.”
    Hermione took a deep breath and blew, not like blowing out a candle but like blowing hot soup. It was long and soft. Waves rolled across. She kept it up as long as she could, until she had no breath left. After it was over, not once, but thrice did something underneath rise.
    Harriett’s eyes widened with a smile. She followed with another puff of air across his boxers. This time Ron added a moan and squeezed the pillow. The two covered their mouths and giggled.
    “I read about boy’s having wet dreams.” Harriett whispered.
    Hermione shrugged. She didn’t know what drowning in your sleep meant.
    Harriett continued. “It’s when a boy has an orgasm in their sleep.”
    Hermione almost blurted out a laugh. “You’re a nutter.”
    “It’s true.” Harriett held her own laugh. “We should perform an experiment.”
    Hermione grinned. “For academics then?”
    Harriett nodded. The two returned to blowing air across Ron’s boxers then moved to blowing air up his boxers. The twitching had stopped and now it was rising. His moans grew more constant.
    “Bugger me, it’s like a tent pole.” Harriett said.
    She drew her hand close to touch it and Ron’s knee rose. It hit her in the breast and both girls jumped to their feet. Ron groaned and rolled to the side. The two ran to the door, snickering. Hermione locked the door behind them. They started laughing in the safety of the hallway. Harriett banged on Ron’s door.
    “Stop it.” Hermione said in mid laugh.
    “Wake up Ron!” Harriett said.
    They put their ears to the door.
    “Bloody hell, where’s my sheets?”
    “Ron, breakfast is ready! Can we come in?” Harriett shook the handle. They could hear Ron stumble inside.
    “No! No!” He switched to a whisper they could still hear. “Why are you always like this in the morning? Go down, go down.”
    Hermione covered her giggle.
    “What did you say?” Harriett yelled.
    “I’ll be down, I’ll be down! Leave me alone.”
    Hermione and Harriett walked down the hallway. “I don’t think it’ll be down anytime soon.” Harriett said.
    They laughed on their way to breakfast and passed Ginny.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing.” They said in unison and continued to laugh passed her.
    “You’re both weird.”

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