A Room in the Dungeons

Hermione thought she looked quite pretty. She’d used about every glamour charm in the book, and so now not only had perfect eyebrows, but her hair was sleek and silky and her eyelashes thick and dark. She’d managed to change the colour of her eyelids, lips and cheeks temporarily as well as make her skin flawless and smooth. There hadn’t been a charm for breast enlargement but Hermione had stuffed some tissues in her bra to pad it out. The blue dress fit her slim, now busty looking, figure well and she thought she shouldn’t have any trouble arousing Krum enough to at least get him in bed. She transfigured the firewhisky bottle into a perfume bottle and gave herself a smile in the mirror before leaving to find Krum.

Krum’s jaw dropped in surprise when he saw Hermione, and he rushed forward to plant a kiss on her cheek.
“I alvays knew you vere beautiful Herm-own-ninny, but you are like…” he struggled for a word, “a Göttin, a…a goddess.” Hermione felt weak at the knees and her stomach did little flips. She felt a tingling sensation in her…well, she was very flattered.
“Thank you Viktor, you look wonderful too.” They beamed at each other in a sickly kind of way, before hurrying into the hall. They quickly found a table with the others, the boys gaping at Hermione very unsubtly, and were just in time for the food. After Dumbledore demonstrated how to use the menus, Hermione, stomach rumbling, opened her mouth to order, when she felt a foot kick her under the table. Parvati was glaring at her pointedly, and Padma who was sitting next to her hissed,
“What are you doing, you’ll need twice as much firewhisky is you’ve eaten!” Hermione looked disappointedly at the menu and folded it and put it down.
“You are not eating, Herm-own-ninny?” Krum looked worried.
“Erm…I ate quite a large lunch actually.” She beamed in what she hoped was a convincing matter, before Parvati butt in to help her.
“So Viktor, Hermione was telling me about the dragons in Bulgaria, you must tell me more.” Hermione mouthed a thank you and Parvati smiled back. Krum was diverted wonderfully and began to talk animatedly about his home country. When the boys had finished eating, convinced to eat less by the twins, they began to dance. Hermione was having a fantastic time dancing romantically with Krum, but after the second song was whisked away by Parvati. They wandered out into the rose garden, and found a secretive spot right at the back where Harry, Ron and Padma were already sitting. Parvati pulled the firewhisky out Hermione’s bag, sniffing it to make sure it wasn’t actually perfume then transfiguring the bottle.
“Okay, let’s play a drinking game!” Parvati’s eyes flashed dangerously.
“Just a simple one,” Padma produced a dice from her large amount of cleavage. “Whoever rolls a 6 has to drink.” She grinned and rolled the die. A three, she looked disappointed and handed the dice to Ron. Neither him, Harry or Parvati rolled a 6 and then it was Hermione’s turn. Typically, she rolled a six, shrugging she reached for the shot glass (also coming from Padma’s seemingly magical breasts) and threw back a shot. It burned horribly and she almost gagged, though she stifled it and eyes watering handed the die to Krum. After a few shots, Hermione became a little woozy, and the twins who had a little more than her were swaying a little. Harry and Ron were smiling a little more than usually, but Krum was somehow still completely sober. The game deteriorated after a few more shots each and Parvati threw herself on Harry. Padma followed suit with Ron and Hermione grinned woozily, struggling to stay upright. The twins weren’t wasting any time, and both had their hands down the boys’ pants already. Hermione looked at Krum, still stone sober, and thought it seemed like a really good idea to kiss him. She lunged forward a little less gracefully than she’d hoped, but she caught him in a sloppy kiss. He kissed her demurely back, and Hermione moved his hand onto her breast. He stopped and looked into her eyes, she smiled back lustfully.
“Herm-own-ninny, I do not vant to take advantage of you.” He looked concerned. Hermione sighed, of all the times for him to be a gentleman.
“You aren’t, I want to do this.” She looked at him pleadingly.
“I vill talk to you tomorrow ven you are not so drunk.” He kissed her a little stiffly and then walked off towards the great hall. Hermione angrily slumped back, drunk and unhappy. Hermione looked over towards the twins, wished she hadn’t, grabbed the bottle and left. She was walking a little unsteadily towards the great hall when someone grabbed her shoulder. Hoping it was Krum she turned around, smiling. Her face fell a little, it was Mad-eye Moody.
“Hello professor.” Hermione said as steadily as possible.
“Good evening Miss Granger. You seemed to be having a little trouble walking, I thought I’d make sure you were okay.” He smiled knowingly. Hermione flushed bright red.
“Oh, no, just, you know, not used to heels.” Hermione tried to laugh lightly but it was too loud, too slurred. Moody looked a little disappointed.
“Well, Miss Granger, you’re a good student, so I’ll overlook this little…problem. I will have to take that firewhisky though.” Hermione groaned, remembering Moody’s eye.
“Sorry professor.” Hermione mumbled, head hung in shame.
“It’s alright Miss Granger, now let’s just pretend this didn’t happen and you go sleep it off.” He paused, about to turn away. “And I’d find somewhere else to keep those tissues if I were you.” He chuckled to himself and walked back out into the rose gardens. Hermione thought it wasn’t possible for any more blood to rush to her face and she hurried away, checking the tissues in her bra. She composed herself and walked into the great hall. Walking close to the wall and only using it for support a little bit, she managed to make it to the entrance hall with no problems. Not particularly wanting to be woken by the twins moaning as they fucked her two best friends, Hermione stumbled towards the dungeons vaguely remembering something about guest rooms. She was cold and feeling a little sick by the time she came upon an unlocked door. She pushed it open and to her immense relief there was a tidy room, looking like a lounge room, and an open door leading to a bedroom. It was a little dreary, but there were no signs of anyone staying in it, so she staggered into the bedroom and only managed to remove her shoes before curling up under the covers and succumbing to sleep.