Magic Books

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Magic Books

It was lonely being the Head Girl of Gryffindor House, having to stay in her own room, Hermione Granger was feeling bored, she has, with no effort, read every book she was assigned to, and every other book besides. She has practiced all her spells with little effort, and keeping Harry Potter and Ron Whesley (particularly Harry) out of trouble was becoming so predictable she might as well have done it in her sleep.
But, now she was bored. Crockshanks was out tonight, as he did every night, to prowl the Hogwarts school grounds, and it was late and every student was going to bed or already was, it has been this way everyday sense she and her friends returned to Hogwarts and she took up Prefect position with Ron.

So earlier that day, while at the library, she found her way to a section books she was not aware of. She learned it from Moaney Morble in the girls wash, who had just so happened to see her . . . playing with herself in one of the stalls. Surprise and annoyed, she quickly dressed herself and tried to hurry her way out when the bothersome ghost, playfully suggested she “take a look for the pink shelf in the far back of the library. I’m sure you’ll find these books quite interesting” then sprayed a water faucet at Hermione’s crotch, making her pants there wet, and laughing as Hermione ran out of the room, using her wand to help her with a drying spell to dry up the mess before anyone saw her.
So she did just that. While at the library, checking out Herb’s and Spices. Advanced Herbology, Hermione snuck into the area Merdle was talking about, finding, almost as if by attraction, to the pink bookshelf well secluded in the far back, as safe distance away from the forbidden magic section, which means no one else was around. She came up to the bookshelf for a closer inspection of the shelf’s contents. And she was shocked at what was there.

Love—the True Magic; A Witches Guide to Sex; Love Spells; Dragons Milk, Magical Aphrodisiacs, she could not believe what she was reading. She had never really thought about sex, even when she was dating, it was more casual, nothing serious, or as intense as what she saw of the diagram in The True Magical Kama Sutra. She was shock, but greatly intrigued by what she was looking at. Perhaps these books had a special spell that made the reader interested, and wanting, longing in fact, to keep reading, and possibly. . .
“Try some.” Hermione jumped and turned in fear only to find Moaney Merdle hovering before her, a smug look on her morbid face. “I’d recommend SexriTips and Sexual Shaping for the Body for a start.”

“Don’t be daft,” retorted Hermione, turning away from the shelf, trying not to look anymore at it. “I’m not interested in such things. I have no need for such things.”
“Really?” Murdle purred. “Are you certain you’re not the least bit interested?”
“Quite, now leave me alone.”

“Oh, come on, I wont tell. No one listens to me anyway.”

“I did.”

“You’re different. You’ve learned to trust my word these days.”

“OH, go away!”

“If that is what you wish . . .”

“GO AWAY!”

With a teasing laugh, Murdle was gone.

Hermione began to leave. No one was showing up to see what was going on, which meant she was either to far from prying ears, or everyone thought it was just one of the forbidden books, or this particular part of the library was protected by some kind of spell, which was just absurd anyway. She already had what she wanted for today, best leave and get started.
But, unfortunately, Murdle and the spell of the books, was quite persuasive. She found herself making her way back to shelf and began to take the two books Murdle suggested, hating herself as she did so.
With the books in her inventory, Hermione made her way to check out. She looked around nervously as she came into the normal sections of the library, and found her way to the check out desk.
At this point, the nature of these books became noticeable as they suddenly turned into small sheets of parchment when she was within eye view of the other students and faculty in the room. The librarian checked out only the Herbology book she originally intended to check out, not even bothering with the parchments. And yet Hermione couldn’t help but feel guilty either way, even as she made her way out of the library and made a beeline for her room to drop off the parchments before going to her regular classes.
With the day finally over, Hermione was now free to check out the books that have now returned to their normal forms. Hermione felt so nervous as she read them, but was quickly growing intrigued by what she was reading: love spells, love potions, spells for giving the user X-Ray like vision to see through clothes, body stimulations, both normal and magical, even detailed diagrams that spiked her interest even more.

She had to try some. She went to a chapter in Sexual Shaping of the Body on a most fascinating subject; one she knew she couldn’t pass up.

Following the instructions, she striped naked, even her socks were off. Taking her wand and aiming it at her crotch she read the incantation aloud from the page the book was opened to: “Futanari Femella Alte.”

She felt a strange sensation in her groin, she read this would happen, but not on how strange and somewhat painful it was. He hips felt like they were on fire, her legs felt weak and she nearly collapsed on the floor, but the pain was not like a stab or a punch, or any of those kind of pains; she actually enjoyed it, her head arched back as she closed her eyes and let out a soft pleasurable moan.

Finally, almost as fast as it happened, the sensation was gone; she opened her eyes and straightened herself out. But now there was a strange tight feeling in her groinal area, right where her vagina was. She had a basically good idea what it was, but she was so nervous she had to will herself to look. First she sent her hands to probe out the situation; she could already feel what was there with her legs, adding to her anxiety. Her heart, already racing like mad, nearly skipped a beat when her fingers fumbled around the new growth, and she began to pant even more. Maybe this is a dream, it has to be, she thought. This sort of thing is not something I would do, right?

But, it was too real to be anything else, and finally she made her way to the mirror, still keeping her head straight and prepared herself. She finally looked down.

It was huge, and magnificent! It throbbed to her heartbeat, it was exactly as the diagram in the book specified. She could see the vanes bulging out from all around it, it was about twelve inches long, not that she was an expert on such things, and the head appeared circumcised like the description in the book said. She was almost moved to tears, she knew it wasn’t permanent as she could reverse it with a simple reverse spell, but, after all, this was her first penis.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Hermione began to study her new shaft. It was quite sensitive, even the slightest touch made her react. The penis has fully replaced her original sex organ; it even came with its own scrotum that, according to the book, had semen but no sperm (that was a separate spell). The book also said that the shaft would remain erect until it had released its load and would finally go limp for a time before reerecting with a “new load” ready for another go for multiple uses at near infinite times.
For now, she would try it once this night. She gripped the straight baby-with-an-apple with her right hand and began to pump it. She started slow already growing aroused by her own touch, but finally, as she had read in SexirTips, and began to vigorously work her shaft. She closed her eyes, rolling her head back, moaning deeply in ecstasy, going weak in the knees and falling back into her bed as she grabbed her left breast, feeling how erect the nipple was, adding to her euphoria as she fell flat on the bed.

The combined sexual activity turned her moans into loud whimpers and then huffy grunts. The whole experience felt like hours have past, but, it had to be minutes, but she was to excited to think about such things, as her “jacking off” grew more intense, as her hand and arm, almost by instinct, pumped the foot long phallus, even her other hand, giving up on the kneading her left breast, came down to help, wrapping itself around the other half of the shaft, causing her to roll her head around the bed like she was possessed, arching her back as she started to loose control of her own body.

Finally it happened. The penis, stiff as it was before, became ridged, and the scrotum contracted slightly upwards towards her body, just as the book said would happen, she arched her back so much her thought her stomach would pop out, and she screamed in pleasure as her male member fired off the white, milk substance that was boiling up inside her waiting to shoot off like a gun, spraying the full load all over the floor and mirror, dripping down the glass like honey.

She lay sprawled on the sweat soaked bed, her breathing slowing down as her body began to calm itself. She finally looked down at her body, watching her breasts rise and fall from each breathe, finally sitting up on her elbows and looked at the now soft member, admiring it, touching the meatus with her right forefinger and taking a large glob of her dick milk and brought it to her face to examine it closely. She sniffed it and looked at it, playing it through her forefinger and middle finger, and rubbing the substance between her fingers and thumb before finally bring herself to lick it. It was salty and bitter, but really tasty, regardless, in her opinion.

“I knew you’d like it.”

Hermione sat up straight, looking around the room, and covering her shame. The room was now cold, and after awhile she now knew who it was.

“Moaney Murdle, what the hell are you doing in MY room?”

“Oh, just enjoying the show.”

“You’re sick, you know that?!”

“You should be glad that this room is basically sound proof, that scream was beautiful.”

“You should be happy your already dead, Murdle! This is the worst.”

“Well, did you enjoy it? Like I know you would.”

“Well, ah, yes,” Hermione sighed. “It was the greatest I’ve ever felt.”

“Just wait until you add another person. Not that I would know about such things.”

“Oh bugger off!”

With a chilling laugh, Murdle disappeared through the wall, leaving a damp spot where she left. Hermione gave the wet spot the bird as she stood up and spoke the reverse spell to her crouch and watched the phallus shrunk back into being her normal vagina, that was now wet from tonight’s event. And as she was doing this, she thought about what Murdle said about “adding other people” . . ..


To be continued . . ..

Now that Hermione has discovered the books, what else can she learn from them, and what else well she do?

This is my first story sense joining this site. I hope you all like it. Oh and yes, I've forgotten how to spell the ghosts name.