Repercussions

Hermione was moody, worn-out, bloated, and her bladder and sweat glands seemed to be working overtime, but worst of all, she still hadn’t gotten her revenge on Malfoy. It had been exactly one week and six days since the night of the party, and she felt as if she had gone through every book of hexes and jinxes she could get her hands on. As Head Girl she had free reign over the restricted section, so she had come across some pretty gruesome spells. Still nothing seemed fitting for the Slytherin prankster. Hermione was not going to give up until she found the absolutely perfect payback, which was why she was spending her Thursday night immersed in a copy of “Settle the Score, Or Start One- Curses for the Enemy.” Sure she could make his precious blonde hair fall out, or his smooth fair skin erupt in boils, but she could do those things to anyone. Draco Malfoy needed something unique, something that would bring him down off his pedestal, and deflate his big head. After Hermione was done with him, she wanted him to beg her for forgiveness, she would accept his apology, and then they could go back to their acquaintanceship as if Halloween never happened.

Finding the “Curses for the Enemy” book to be quite useless, she grabbed at a random volume on the bottom shelf of the restricted section. She went back to her table in the far corner of the practically deserted library, to investigate the book she hoped would end her search. The faded red cover was so worn down from usage that she could hardly read the title. From what she could make out of the silver lettering, the book was called “Get Them Where it Hurts, and Begging for Mercy by Bedtime.” Intrigued, she flipped through the yellowed pages, until an illustration caught her eye. It was a black and white sketch of a handsome man in all his glory, with an erection that looked as if it could pop off the page, and poke the reader’s eye out if they got too close. Blushing scarlet, she quickly moved to turn the page, but found her fingers were betraying her. The naked man was so taboo and forbidden in her mind, and curiosity was taking over. The artist captured a mesmerizing look of pained lust on the man’s face, and Hermione seemed to be caught in the trance. Finally tearing her eyes away, she looked at the page opposite the man, to see the curse associated with the drawing.

Endless Erection

While the target is asleep.
Hold wand firmly in hand.
Whisper ‘Duro infinito.’
When target awakes he will know nothing.
Upon the first conscious sexual thought concerning the spell caster,
The victim will grow an endless erection,
That can only be relieved by the spell caster.
Embarrassment and pain ensue,
But it will end there,
As long as curse is countered within twelve hours.
Longer is not recommended,
And may result in extreme pain,
Loss off feeling in limbs,
And eventual death.
Enjoy!


Hermione snorted out loud at the thought of the Slytherin self-proclaimed sex god walking around all day with a raging hard on. She could just picture him stumbling down the halls, knocking over vases as screaming students ran away in fear. Even though she figured her brain was over exaggerating a little, trying to cover up an erection like a hormonal 14 year-old boy would definitely drop Malfoy’s arrogance level a few notches. Plus, she would have to cast the counter curse, which she of course wouldn’t do until he apologized profusely, and promised to never play another evil prank on her again. Maybe begging for mercy wouldn’t be so bad either.

Scanning down the page again, her eyes paused on the line,’ Upon the first sexual thought concerning the spell caster,’ and her face fell. How was she supposed to get Malfoy to think of her in a sexual way? Although she did notice him checking her out on Halloween, she figured that was just so he could find something about her appearance to use as an insult. Hermione wasn’t the sort of girl to go out of her way to make boys look at her. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. She looked at her watch and saw that it was already one in the morning. She could either give up on the erection curse and look for a different one, or end her search now, get to sleep at an almost decent hour for once, and just have a little extra work to do. She let the long yawn she emitted decide for her, grabbed the shabby book, and headed to her room.

When she entered her dorm, a newfound energy washed over her at the prospect of what she was about to do. Pacing across the room with the book opened, she reread the page until she had it memorized. She then went to her dresser, pulled out the only thong she owned, which luckily happened to be black and lacy. Her muggle cousin had bought it for her birthday the year before, but it still had the tag on it. She ripped it off, then tiptoed through the bathroom and listened at the opposite door. She thought she could hear Malfoy’s shallow breathing, so she slowly turned the handle and stuck her head through. Sure enough, the Head Boy seemed to be resting peacefully, hugging one of his pillows to his chest as if he was afraid it would be stolen in the night. She pointed her wand at him, and whispered the curse. She felt her wand vibrate under her fingers, but it didn’t seem as if Malfoy had noticed anything, so she hoped it had worked. She then went back to her room to get some sleep, ‘accidentally’ dropping the panties on the bathroom floor on her way.

*****


Draco awoke with a start the next morning, quickly bringing his hands to his hair and patting at his face. Not feeling anything out of the ordinary, he still jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom like he had every morning since Halloween. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he saw he still had his blonde hair, and his skin was perfect as always. ‘Yup, still hot,’ he thought, breathing a sigh of relief. He was impatiently awaiting Hermione’s attempt to get him back, and now that they were at the two-week marker, he didn’t know how much longer he could wait without going insane. ‘Maybe that was her plan all along? Make me go insane with anticipation and not even bother to actually do something to me? That would be so typical. Ugh, I am going to put a stop to this!’ he thought as he huffed towards he door and knocked loudly.

“Granger! Enough is enough already!” he yelled through the door. Inside the bedroom Hermione squealed in delight, thinking her ‘panty ploy’ had been successful.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” she replied, trying to sound annoyed to hide her excitement.

“It is obvious that you will never come up anything even close to the kind of pranks I can pull off. Why don’t we just call a truce? You can save yourself some embarrassment that way.”

“What!!?” she shrieked back, pulling open the door to find him practically up against it. “You’re childish pranks can’t compare with what I could do to you.” Malfoy was taken aback when she was suddenly inches from him. She was dressed in loose fitting shorts that hung low on her waist, and a light purple tank top. Maybe he was imagining it, but he thought her stomach appeared to be protruding slightly. Her breasts looked full and round underneath the thin material, and his mouth hung open at the thought of what he wanted to do to them. Other parts of his body were also reacting to her ensemble, and he snatched at a towel on the counter top to cover himself.

“How rude! Barging in on me like that, I thought you learned your lesson the last time you caught me indisposed.” he said, trying to hide the erection that seemed to be thoroughly aroused by the presence of the Head Girl.

“You wanted to talk to me! And that should be the least of your problems, your cologne is…” she paused, feeling the sick rising in her throat. “Is…” She thought for a minute it was going to stay down. “Overpowering.” She had barely gotten out the last word, when she couldn’t hold it in any longer, and she vomited all over the front a stunned Draco. They both stared at each other for a moment, utterly dumbfounded.

“Ugh! That’s disgusting!” Malfoy screeched when he was able to comprehend what had happened, the puke dripping off his shirt. He turned around to wash off in the sink, and slipped on a strategically placed pair of black panties. He fell flat on his back, completely winded, the smell of sick invading his nostrils.

“I’m sorry! Are you ok? I’ve got the flu or something. Oh I’m so sorry!” Hermione just stared at Malfoy, who seemed to be too shocked to get up from the floor. She felt even worse when she saw the only part of him that was sticking up, just like the curse had promised. Needing to do something, she went to retrieve her wand and pointed it at the motionless being on the floor.

“Puke on them, then curse them when they’re down, that’s not very Gryffindor-like of you,” Malfoy scowled from the floor, his face contorted in pain and his eyes shut, as if that would make the vomit disappear.

“Not all of you is down,” she replied with a smirk, not feeling quite so bad for throwing up on him anymore.

“Thanks for noticing.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Maybe if you took your own advice I wouldn’t be laying on the floor covered in the remains of last night’s dinner,” he shot back through gritted teeth.

”Scourgify! There, now you can stop your whining, little girl. Maybe tomorrow morning you can take it easy on the bottle of cologne and we can skip the whole getting puked on thing.”

“I haven’t applied my very expensive designer cologne that usually makes girls throw their panties at me, not throw up on me, since yesterday morning,” Malfoy replied, getting up gingerly and wondering how his erection survived a puke shower. “Speaking of panties….” He said, reaching down to pick up the small black garment from the floor. “These can’t possibly be yours…these are… sexy! Surely you don’t own knickers like this?” he asked her in an astonished tone, holding the delicate piece out in front of him to examine it.

“As a matter of fact I do,” she replied snottily, trying to snatch them from his grasp. He moved them high above her head and just out of reach, and could almost see the anger welling up inside her. Her prank was not going at all like she had planned. Malfoy was just supposed to see her knickers on the floor and think of her wearing them. Then he would get a boner for the whole day and come crawling back to her begging for forgiveness later that night. She was not supposed to be this close to him, or it, at any time until she countered the curse. Puking on him was not in the plan either, but he seemed to have gotten over that. Now if she could just get over being near him when he looked so good, her plan would be back on track. How was it possible for someone to not have one gram of fat on them? It seemed like he was completely made up of chiseled muscle covered by creamy white skin. She could feel her cheeks growing hot with arousal, not exactly the emotion she was going for. ”Thank heavens girls can’t get erections, talk about embarrassing!’ she thought, while giving Draco a look of death as he taunted her with her own knickers.

“You can have them back, if you wear them today,” he said with a smirk, his eyes lighting up like they did whenever he was trying to get something he wanted.

“That’s ridiculous, girls don’t actually wear things like that, they’re too uncomfortable.”

“Then what do you suppose girls do with them? Have them for tea?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Ok, so I’ll just take these over to the Slytherin common room for tea this afternoon as a special show and tell item. You can go find some garment that you believe constitutes knickers to wear, or you could be a crazy rebel and wear these. They aren’t only used for tripping your suitemate you know.” Draco was thoroughly enjoying holding her panties captive. He felt strangely light headed and giddy, but that may have been because all his blood was rushing to his nether region. He really did need to take care of it soon before it started to become painful, but first he was going to get his way, like he always did with Hermione Granger.

“Fine I’ll wear them, but only because I know that no matter how uncomfortable they are, you are going to feel worse today.” She smirked at him knowingly, before plucking them from his hand and heading to her room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh you’ll see!”

Draco stared at her closed door for a minute, trying to figure out what she meant by her previous comment. ’Probably just more of her Granger mind tricks, I’m not falling for it,’ he thought, removing his clothes and starting up the shower. He stepped into the spray, careful not to trod on a haphazardly placed bar of soap or washcloth and fall for a second time. He let the hot water sooth his taught muscles and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. Instead, images of her came flooding through his head, causing him to involuntarily slide his hand downwards, across his slick wet abs, and grasp his hard length.

She was walking towards him, adorned in a sheer lavender teddy, the flowing material billowing out behind her as she moved, splitting at the center, and exposing her smooth, slightly rounded stomach. Her whole body was glowing with an ethereal light, that seemed to be coming from within her.

He slid his hand slowly up and down, his grip soft but firm. The hot water and steam just added to the sensations, each drop that hit the sensitive head sent of bolt of electricity through to his core.

She reached up her hand to rub her breast through the thin transparent material. He watched her nipple become hard to the touch. She squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger, looking up at him while she did so, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her other hand was sneaking its way downwards, towards her bare folds. ‘Show me… I want to watch you…’ she whispered.

“I’ll… I’ll show you..” he moaned out, his breath coming in pants as he quickened the pace of his pumping. His legs were starting to shake as the pressure built up inside him. The thin skin of his shaft was gliding smoothly along the hard insides, and he could feel it pulsing under his fingers. As he neared the brink of his orgasm, the pressure started becoming almost unbearable. His hand was frantically pumping up and down, the pressure reaching its peak as he felt his climax approach. He was so close, just a few more pumps should be enough to bring him over the edge… or maybe a few more….


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Back inside her bedroom, Hermione was happily dressing for the last day of class before the weekend. She was humming cheerily to herself, listening to the soft noise of the shower in the background as she laid her robes across her bed. She was patiently awaiting the cry she knew would come when Malfoy realized what she had done. She even decided to try on the black lacy thong that had caused so much trouble already that morning. She pulled it up and over her long legs, and was surprised to find that it didn’t actual feel as uncomfortable as it looked. The material was very light and she hardly even noticed it. She glanced at herself in the mirror, turning around to get the full affect. However, instead of noticing how it perfectly accentuated her long slender legs or shapely bottom, all she saw was her stomach. Her stomach that she had been trying to ignore for the past month, but could no longer pretend that it wasn’t growing. She had never had to worry about calories or carbs like most girls, because her genes blessed her with a fast metabolism just like her mother’s. Her much larger aunt used to pick on her and tell her that her diet would catch up to her someday, but she honestly never thought that day would come.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, she tried to suck it in, but it didn’t make much of a difference. She couldn’t see a single rib, and her previously cheerful mood was starting to fade. She didn’t understand how she could possibly be gaining weight, when she was sick and throwing up almost every morning. Sure her appetite had increased a little, but she had gone through periods of eating more before, and it had never noticeably affected her. She sighed to herself, rubbing her hand across her somewhat rounded stomach, thinking that at least it wouldn’t be noticeable through her school robes.

Instead of dwelling on her belly any longer, she decided to put it out of her mind for the moment, and put her mind on her schoolwork where it should be. She threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag to head down to breakfast. She made a mental note of the time (8:15am), to make sure she countered Malfoy’s curse before that time that night. The room went silent when the shower was turned off, but it was quickly broken by an extremely angry sounding Draco.

“Errrr…. GRANGER!”

Hermione’s good mood returned to her as quickly as it left, and she quietly snuck out of her room and down to the Great Hall to meet her friends for breakfast, eagerly anticipating the gossip she hoped would start by lunch.


*****


It had been an interesting day, to say the least. To Hermione’s knowledge, Draco did an admirable job of hiding his prominent erection until about half way through lunch. She looked up from the book she was reading when she heard whistles and catcalls from the Slytherin table, and watched Malfoy flee from the hall, his book bag held out in front of him, and his face burning red with anger and embarrassment. Hermione ducked her head behind her book to hide the smug grin spreading across her face.

“Wonder what that was all about?” Harry asked to no one in particular.

“It’s Malfoy, who cares?” was Ron’s response, his mouth so full of toast it was amazing he could make any noise at all let alone comprehensible words. He was still in a bitter mood over the break-up, but it seemed like he was taking it out on everyone equally, not just on Hermione. Ginny claimed that he just needed time, but after two weeks, Hermione was already starting to lose her patience with him. She really missed the old, goofy and fun friend Ron.

“It could be something amusing, God knows we all love to laugh at Malfoy,” Harry said nonchalantly.

“Whatever,” Ron shot back, stabbing at a piece of sausage moodily.

“Oh you are impossible sometimes Ronald, and I am not going to let you ruin what should be a very good day for me.” Hermione then got up from her seat, wondering vaguely where Malfoy had rushed off to.


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The last class of the week arrived once again, and the advanced students were settling themselves into their seats for the start of Potions. Hermione sat near the front, shooting anxious glances at the door each time she heard it creak open. If Malfoy did actually show up, it would be the first time since the morning that Hermione would be in a close proximity with her victim, whom she knew was not going to be pleased with her. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing him. For their DADA class, they were all working on private theses, and were supposed to spend the period doing research in the library. Instead of risking an interaction with Malfoy, Hermione had taken her book to the Gryffindor common room; the one place she figured he couldn’t possibly find her. The news of Malfoy’s boner had definitely traveled around the school; it didn’t exactly cause the effect she was going for though. In the bathroom she had overheard a few girls talking about it, while she listened silently from the stall.

“Do you think he left it on purpose, to show off how big he is?”

“Well it seemed like he was trying to hide it.”

“Maybe he is giving up sex for awhile, so it can be amazing when he does it again. I’ve heard of guys doing that before.”

“Yeah… he looked really big…”

Hermione was snapped from her reminiscing when she heard the chair next to her drag across the floor. She tried not to look up, but jumped when a pale hand hit the desk, and couldn’t help herself. Draco was hunched over, and slowly lowered himself to the chair, wincing and sweaty.

“Have a good day?” Hermione asked him brightly.

“Why you little-“

“Please settle down, we have a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time. I want all of you to turn your attention to your books, and prepare a recipe for an antidote to Weldenmer Poison. You can hand in your papers to me for approval by the end of class, so you can make the potions next week. No talking, and no Bezoars. You may begin.”

Professor Figg spent the class pacing around the room and looking over their work, so Draco didn’t get a chance to give Hermione a piece of his mind. How could she do this to him? She had no idea how painful it was to have an erection without release for more than a few hours, let alone all damn day! He had tried desperately to finish himself, but once he neared his peak, he found no more pleasure from his hand motions. All he felt was pressure in his stomach, which quickly turned into pain in his groin and surrounding areas. He had spent all morning in the library trying to look up the counter curse, but couldn’t find anything about his ailment that would help him. So, he waited patiently for Hermione to enter the library to do her DADA research, but she never showed up. He needed to make sure she didn’t hide from him all day, or worse, all weekend, which was why he decided to attend Potions. Otherwise, he would have saved himself the embarrassment, especially after what happened at lunch. He told Blaise what Granger had done to him, but instead of getting sympathy like he expected, his friends had laughed hysterically at him, showering him with whistles and catcalls upon his hasty exit.

The bell that signaled the end of class finally sounded, after what felt like the longest class of Draco’s short life. He hadn’t put much effort into his antidote recipe, but he never really did and still ended up with top marks. Anyways, he had bigger problems to worry about, much bigger, and his only solution was already heading out the door. He stayed behind her a short distance, partly because she was with her friends, partly because he couldn’t walk very fast hunched over. They finally left her at the entrance to the Head quarters, and Malfoy let his anger spill out at last.

“You better fix this RIGHT now, Granger! I mean it!” he shouted at her as they entered their common room.

“Why should I? I said I would seek my revenge and I did, you completely deserve this,” she shot back at him coolly.

“Just tell me the counter curse before you kill me. I don’t think I deserve death just because you don’t have a sense of humor.”

“Nothing bad happens unless the curse lasts for more than twelve hours, calm down.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN!? Do you have any idea how painful this is? I almost want to cut it off just to end it! And I LOVE my penis! It’s almost my favorite thing in the world! How dare you come between us!” His voice was starting to sound high-pitched, and he felt like he was practically on the verge of insanity.

“Fine, I’ll do the counter curse after you apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“For the evil prank you pulled on Halloween, and for making me wear the horrible costume.”

“If you think I am going to apologize for that, after you did this to me, you-“

“You can stay like that as long as you like, it really doesn’t matter to me.”

“Fine. Sorry.”

“Say it like you mean it, or it’s no deal,” she said, tapping her foot in annoyance, even though a part of her was kind of enjoying getting her way for once.

“I’m very sorry I played a genius prank that you didn’t find amusing,” he mumbled out, staring at the floor. Hermione wasn’t going to accept, until she saw a bead of sweat fall from his forehead, which was scrunched up in pain. She decided that the curse had lasted long enough to constitute revenge, so she went to her room to retrieve the old book and look up the counter. She brought it back down and lay it open on the table, flipping until she found the right page. She thought the counter spell was written at the bottom, but it was actually just the name of the artist who drew the picture.

“That’s odd…” she thought out loud. Flipping through to the table of contents to see if they had a separate section for counter curses.

“What? Did you find it yet? Seriously hurry up, can’t you see I am in pain!?” he whined at her. She just glared at him before returning her eyes to the book. She didn’t see anything that mentioned counter curses, and was secretly starting to panic a little.

“Oh give me that, I’ll find it,” he said snatching the book from her grasp. After searching through it for ten minutes, he looked up at Hermione, his face ghostly pale.

“Granger… where did you find this book?” he asked her seriously.

“In the restricted section, why?”

“You do realize that this is a spell book for couples, don’t you?” he replied, trying to sound calm.

“Okay… and what does that have to do with finding the spell?” Hermione questioned, almost dreading the answer.

“Well, the ‘couples’ are supposed to use this book to enhance their sex life. The curses only end when the one who cast the spell relieves the other.”

“By ‘relieve,’ do you mean, cast the counter curse, or do you mean what I think you mean…” she nervously trailed off, horror etched on every corner of her face. Draco gulped audibly and nodded. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay like this without throwing himself on her, and it didn’t look like she was about to jump down his pants any time soon. He watched her take a deep breath as comprehension sunk in…

“You have GOT to be kidding me!”









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Happy 4th everyone! (Everyone in the US at least). Sorry about the long wait once again, but thanks to everyone who is sticking with the story and reviewing. I LOVE all your nice reviews! They seriously make me want to write and write and write and write, even when I know I should be sleeping. I feel like I don’t have a free minute except for in the middle of the night. I got asked to run the 8-12 year old group at a cheerleading camp the town I live in runs for 4 hours a day. I seriously just wanted to dangle my lame arm in front of the woman’s face that does it and be like “HELLOO.” Its like they don’t see my hot pink cast. Oh well once again it is something to do, I just think it is funny because I feel so useless right now.

Sorry about the mean cliffy, but this chapter seemed long enough and I wanted to take my time with the next part. Plus I don’t know how far I want them to get. I hope you all don’t hate me by now for waiting so long for Hermione to find out about the pregnancy and everything else that I somehow have to resolve. I just don’t want to rush things and I want to try and develop Draco and Hermione’s relationship. I do have a plan for how Hermione is going to find out she is pregnant, and it should happen soon.

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Do these chapters seem pointless though? I know I have a fair few chapters that the story could easily do without, but do you like to read the little details, or should I skip them and focus more on the main plot? Please give me an honest answer, I won’t take offense. I honestly want to know what you think of my ‘fluff’ chapters; if you like them or if you are just disappointed every time you read one and have it not reveal how Hermione finds out she is pregnant etc.
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Anywhoo, I do have a fun fact about this chapter I wanted to share about the line ”Thank heavens girls can’t get erections, talk about embarrassing!’ she thought, while giving Draco a look of death as he taunted her with her own knickers.”
Well it started out with the end being “bloody knickers,” because I was trying to sound British. I couldn’t figure out why it sounded funny and I seriously read it over like 20 times before I got why. Sorry… just thought that was funny and I felt the need to share for some reason.

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, you guys keep me going!!