The Change

But Ron wasn’t there. In fact, the common room was empty, save one person: Hermione Granger. Lavender bit her lip softly, wondering if she should question Hermione on Ron’s whereabouts, or just go to bed in hopes of cornering him another time. Getting up the nerve, she made her way, as casually as possible, over to Hermione.


“Have you seen Ron?” she asked icily. She had a suspicion that Ron had liked her, but it was much easier for her to take action on the idea that he chased tails of his own sort.


“Won-Won has gone to bed,” said Hermione, in equally poisonous tones. She’d looked up from a stack of homework she’d been doing for, it seemed, Arithmancy. “I suspect he’s tired from Quidditch practice.” She turned, again, to her homework. She was on what appeared to be her fifth scroll of parchment.


“Listen,” said Lavender, in a frantic way. She was getting desperate. “I need to know if.. if there’s anything going on between you two. Not physically, of course, but.. emotionally.” She had fallen into a chair near Hermione’s, and was looking at her pleadingly. Hermione looked sympathetic for a short moment.


“I’m.. not sure,” she started, finally setting her quill down beside her essay. “I take it you want to make sure your relationship isn’t purely infatuation?”


“Yes,” breathed Lavender. “See, I’ve taken some.. measures concerning the situation. I figured he fancied you first of all. There was nothing I could do about that, I thought. But the other, I figured I could play a hand in.”


“Which was..?” inquired Hermione, obviously intrigued.


“Well.. I thought maybe.. he fancied the boys.” She finished, casting a nervous look at Hermione. The bushy-haired girl looked at her for a moment, and then doubled over with laughter.


“You – are – joking!” gasped Hermione between great laughs. “No, he’s not into boys! My goodness. He nearly vomits at the thought!” Lavender looked angry first, at the laughter, but quickly was overcome by a look of great embarrassment.


“Oh, well, it was a bit far fetched, I suppose..” Lavender’s pale skin flushed in the light of the fire, and rather noticeably.


“And.. and you say you’ve played a hand in that theory?” choked Hermione, wiping tears of laughter form her eyes on her robes.


“Yes, well..” Lavender started, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say what she’d done. Instead, she opted to remove her copy of The Change from her bag, and slid it nervously towards Hermione. She looked both amazed and concerned at the same time.


“You’ve.. this book is really hard to come by!” Hermione bent low and opened the book, flipping through it as if to appraise its authenticity. “I’ve never even been able to find it! Where’d you get it?” She suddenly cast Lavender a shifty look.


“I ordered it a while back from a little shop in Knockturn Alley, if you must know.” said Lavender, sounding offended. Hermione was sounding as though she was accusing her fellow Gryffindor of something. Hermione wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of anything to come from such a place, but she seemed put at ease by that, at any rate.


“Well, okay. But you haven’t – “ she began, leaning closer, whispering now. “You haven’t done anything this book instructs have you? It’s really risky magic, really advanced.” Her eyes were wide. It seemed to Lavender she hoped she had, and wanted feedback.


“Actually,” grinned Lavender shyly, indicating her lap with a wave of her hand. She was erect. Very erect, actually. She was finding it difficult to predict her new organ’s comings and goings. “I have.” Hermione allowed herself a worried look before opening The Change and diving into its text. After a few minute’s frantic page turning, she looked back up at Lavender, her worry even more expressed.


“You’ll need to be careful,” she whispered. “It says here you’ll need to constantly pleasure yourself for a good while before your body’s used to the new parts!”


“B-But,” Lavender stuttered. “I’ve already.. I’ve already helped myself five times tonight! It started to hurt around number four!” she again blushed; embarrassed she’d just said that aloud.


“Yes, well, self pleasure, it says, will only help so much.” She stood up suddenly, her bushy hair bouncing around her face, and strode over to a surprised-looking Lavender. “Here, be still.”


“What are you doing?” gasped Lavender, who stood up despite Hermione’s suggestion. The other girl’s hand had reached for her tented robes.


“I’m helping you, you silly girl.” Hermione replied impatiently. Stock still, Lavender watched while Hermione determinately lifted first her robes, then her skirt, and stared for a moment at her bulging knickers. She seemed in a daze, but she quickly snapped out of it, and pulled them down, letting the front of them rest just underneath Lavender’s new, swollen testes. Gaining a hungry look, Hermione leaned forward, having gotten onto her knees, and gave the head a soft kiss.


“Well, if you must..” Lavender sighed, a heavy bead of pre leaking from her tip, onto Hermione’s lips. The goo was smeared by Hermione’s tongue, making her lips glossier, and much prettier than before. But she didn’t stop there. No, she again lowered her mouth, this time gaping slightly, and gingerly sucked the glands into her mouth, letting her tongue slither expertly into the foreskin, and swirl around the head.


Lavender issued a set of moans, though she kept them low, as not to wake anyone in the dormitories upstairs. She backed up just a little, more stumbled than anything. She found her back pressed against the warm, rough, stone wall next to the fireplace, Hermione scooting forward on her knees to continue. The obviously talented girl’s hand had taken to kneading Lavender’s sac in addition to the sucking she was applying to her cock.


Hermione’s lips drew back slowly, causing a soft intake of breath from Lavender. The girl’s teeth caught the bottom of her foreskin and tugged playfully. As she did this, Hermione’s eyes glanced up into Lavender’s, showing her she was very much enjoying herself. She quickly let go, though, and much to Lavender’s great pleasure, swooped down over her entire manhood with her lips, tongue, and throat all going into action at once.


Miss Granger gave into a set of soft, barely audible gags, letting her throat clamp and convulse around her friend’s throbbing dick. Her tongue, meanwhile, swept lovingly over the underside of the pinkish shaft, tracing over the many prominent veins there. After a short time of staying stationary, her head began to bob; teeth dragged over flesh just enough to be enjoyable, her tongue slathered the entirety of the thing, and her lips made sweet, wet love to the base and every inch they touched.


Lavender reached out, sifting her fingers into Hermione’s thick, bushy locks of hair. It never seemed so soft before. She nudged Hermione’s head forward, holding her nose against her warm pubic hair and, standing on the tips of her trainers, slid the rest of herself into the girl’s incredible throat. The back of her throat throbbed in a way; clamping, unclamping, clamping, and unclamping. It seemed, to Lavender, to be matching her erratic heartbeat with insane precision. But Hermione, it seemed, wasn’t going to stop there.


Her tongue snaked down over the dick that was so unceremoniously shoved into her neck, to the base and finally, in a feat that made Lavender nearly sob with pleasure, emerged from over her bottom lip, and licked the curve of Lavender’s balls. The hot, wet muscle coated the wrinkled, warm skin of her balls in sticky spit before she threw her face once more onto the cock. Lavender released her hair in exasperation, though the rest of her body was sill very much ready for anything else Hermione could throw at her.


There was a loud, almost sickening suction noise and a hard intake of breath from Hermione as she un-impaled her own face. She looked up with lust-glazed eyes, her shining lips connected to Lavender’s member via a few strands of thick, clear spit. She wasn’t so motionless for long, though. A hand quickly came from Hermione’s side, and took a firm hold of Lavender’s dick, snapping the threads of spit along the way.


That hand started to stroke strong and firm. Though the wrist looked almost limp and very graceful, there was force behind the palm sending Lavender slowly to heaven. Hermione’s head tilted to one side, as if looking at a crooked picture, and she lowered her face until, with a slurping noise, she had Lavender’s nuts securely in her mouth. Her tongue bathed Lavender’s balls, while her hand continued to treat her dick, stroking the sloppy organ blissfully. Lavender bit her lip, watching Hermione through heavily lidded eyes, sweat breaking out all over her body.


“H-Hermione.. I’m going t-to come..” she panted, bucking into the hand eagerly. Hermione pulled off of her balls with an even louder, wetter noise, and quickly wrapped her lips around the head of the dick, still stroking the shaft like mad. It didn’t take her long. Lavender shuddered and, with a suppressed cry, arched up, and came elegantly into Hermione’s mouth.


A dozen or so heavy, pearly ropes flew onto the other girl’s tongue, filling her mouth to the brink, with even a bit spilling out around her lips. With a soft gulp, Hermione gave the tip one last kiss, letting some of the seed trickle down her throat. She stood, smiling messily at Lavender, who began to speak.


“Hermione, I – “ started Lavender, but she was soon cut off. Hermione’s lips had just captured hers, and the tongue that had so wonderfully pleased her cock was now making it’s ways into Lavender’s mouth. With the tongue came something hot, something much more delicious; the leftover seed flooded into Lavender’s mouth. She gasped, inadvertently inhaling her own spunk, and quickly began to suck at the tongue, devouring her own nectar.


Hermione pulled away, licking a stray bit of sperm from the other girl’s upper lip and said into her ear, before Lavender could properly speak, “I really do love Ron..”







Author's note: Part three, titled "The Change Leads to Love" will come soon, I'm sure. Much sooner than part two arrived. I kind of.. forgot about this place, and about my story for nearly a year. But now that I've rediscovered everything, I intend on at least finishing this one short series.