What A Girl Needs

Chapter 2

Hermione yawn and rubbed her face, trying to concentrate on eating her toast, instead of passing out in her plate. She’d been up most of the night revising her notes for a huge Advanced Potions test today, but now it looked like she’d probably fall asleep in her cauldron before passing the damn thing. She cursed inwardly. This test was important to her. She wanted to show Professor Snape that she could really hold her own in Potions. It was the field she most wanted to get into and he was notoriously picky about apprentices; as in he’d never had one. That didn’t stop her from wanting him as her Master though. The man was a freaking genius in Potions. Few others could hold up to her standards, modeled after the dark haired wizard.

It didn’t help that she’d spent the night before last, drinking with her friends and planning to start this ridiculous new venture in male body parts. She groaned and rubbed her head. What was she going to do with that problem? She still needed to work through some charms and have them ready in two days.

“You can’t still be hung over,” Harry teased from her right side. “I know you all drank a lot, but two days is a bit much don’t you think, especially since the bulk of it was butterbeer.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No I’m not hung over, just feeling a little screwed at the moment.”

Ron grinned at her from across the table, “So that’s what you’re groaning over. Must have really been something if you’re still moaning. Anyone we know?”

She blinked and then growled at him, “Ron! Pervert!” He just grinned wider and shrugged, turning back to his eggs and sausage. “No, I mean I’m exhausted, I have a test in Potions today, and another big issue brewing that will probably fail spectacularly and destroy my reputation thoroughly.”

“What issue?” Harry asked quirking a brow at her and setting his fork down. She almost rolled her eyes as she saw that look in his eyes; the one that said ‘Don’t worry, I’ll save you!’

Hermione hesitated, “It’s nothing really. Just forget about it. I don’t want to discuss it here anyway. Look, I’m just going to head to class now, I’ll see you two later.”

She ignored their questions about what was wrong and started to stand, only to have an owl swoop down and drop a letter on her discarded toast. Hermione gasped when she saw the Weasley twins’ shop seal, on the envelope, and snatched it up before the guys would hopefully see it as well. Muttering something about doing some more revising and seeing them later in Herbology, she bolted for the door.

***
Hermione stopped by her room and grabbed her books before heading down to the dungeons. She knew Professor Snape had still been at breakfast, so she had at least a few minutes of quiet to look over the twins’ letter. She wasn’t sure why they’d written to her and not Ginny, but since they never wrote to her, she assumed it was about the new business venture.

Slumping into her seat, she broke the seat and pulled the parchment out. Nibbling at her lip she read over the letter carefully:

‘Mione,

Ginny wrote the most fascinating letter to us yesterday. We still hardly believe it’s true, though we admit we’re feeling pretty proud of our girls at the moment. Who would have known little Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley would grown up to be such progressive business women?

Ginny said you needed some advice on charms that would copy a particular body part, and you thought we might be able to help. You’re in luck! We happen to know of an excellent book you can check out. It’s called ‘You and Your Doppelganger’ by none other than Filius Flitwick himself. What you’re proposing should be doable, using several of the charms in that book. We had considered branching out in adult entertainment as well, but we’re too busy with our primary products right now. If this works out like you would like it too, maybe we’ll all talk about a business arrangement in the future, together.

Fred and George

P.S. Let us know when you’d like us to toss in our own bits, or if you’d just like a private showing.

Hermione blushed and rolled her eyes. Hearing other students coming down the hall, she stuffed the note into her bag and straitened up, waiting for what she knew was going to be the worst test of her life.

Professor Snape swept in twenty minutes later, looking thoroughly pissed off, more so than usual. He was terribly anal about scheduling and whatever had held him up for the first twenty minutes of class had thrown off his whole morning. Hermione inwardly wailed and prayed she could stay out of his line of vision today. It wasn’t likely, but she could hope. “Well class,” he growled, slamming some books down on his desk and turning on them, “Since two of your peers decided today would be a great day to turn each other into hamsters, you’ll have less time in which to complete your potions. Fortunately for you, you shouldn’t need the full remaining time anyway. Now put your books away, look at the potion on the board and collect your ingredients.” When everyone hesitantly started to stand he barked, “Now!” Several students squealed and made a dash for the supply closet, everyone else following closely behind.

Hermione was half way through her potion, a complex truth serum, when a deep baritone purred into her ear, “Ah Miss Granger. Working hard as always, I see.” She stiffened at the odd sensation of him so close to her back, leaning over to inspect her potion. He tended to do that to students. He crept up silently, invaded your space, and then proceeded to tear you apart with his terrifyingly calm voice. More than one girl had sheepishly admitted that they sometimes got a little turned on by it, even if in the end they usually ended up crying and shaking in terror.

“I am doing my best, sir,” Hermione mumbled softly, uncertain, yet, as to what she’d done to call him down on her. Had she missed a step? Was the color wrong? She was positive that everything was perfect. Even the Moonroot, under her trembling hands, was sliced perfectly and ready to be added the moment the potion turned yellow.

“You look a bit worn, Miss Granger,” he continued on softly. “Up late?”

“Yes sir,” she said in confusion. “I was studying for the test today, sir.” Was he being nice or was he about to tear her a new one? That scared her all the more because she didn’t know if it was sincere or if he was about to start screaming at her.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Good. I thought perhaps you might have gone out with your little gaggle of friends. Funny thing about pubs…when you’re sitting with your friends it seems to cozy and secluded, doesn’t it? It can be pleasant, don’t you think, Miss Granger?”

Hermione saw her potion change color and, despite the terror clawing at her brain, managed to dump the correct amount of Moonroot into the cauldron. “I suppose so, sir.” Her mind was screaming now. What was he doing? What was his plan? Did he know something about her or was he just screwing with her mind? Other students were carefully ignoring the two, hoping that whatever he was whispering to Hermione in no way involved them.

He watched her work nervously for another ten minutes, before nodding in satisfaction. “Miss Granger, see me after class please.” With that he walked away and she stared after him in horror. What did she do? Did she have detention? She looked over at Pansy who shrugged and shook her head in confusion. Draco, two tables in front of Pansy looked surprised too. So much for help from the Slytherin front. “Yes, sir,” she gasped out, her voice trembling slightly.

After bottling her test potion and cleaning up her work space, she went to stand before his desk. He ignored her until the last student had left the room, Pansy mouthing “Good luck,” as she hurried out and closed the door. She stared in despair at the closed door before turning her terrified gaze back to the boogey man before her.

Finally he set his quill down and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Miss Granger,” he said slowly, studying her carefully. “You are the best student in my class and apparently one of the top in the school.”

Not knowing what to say, she stared at him warily and nodded slightly.

“Graduation is coming up in a few months as well. What are your plans concerning that?” he asked, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand.

She blinked and swallowed, “W-well, I’m going to begin revising right after the holidays, hopefully get high scores on the NEWTs and then start an apprenticeship, sir,” she said softly.

“Do you have a Master chosen to study under yet?” he asked watching her curiously.

“N-no sir, not yet. I was hoping to ask…” she trailed off. She couldn’t just blurt out her request to him. She needed to plan it carefully and practice it over and over in front of the mirror.

“Hmm?” he hummed. “Who were you planning to ask Miss Granger? It’s a simple question really.”

Oh hell, like she’d ever get up the nerve to approach him anyway. “You sir, I wanted to ask you to be my Master. I want to be certified in Potions sir.”

“There are few women in Potions,” he said smoothly, sitting up again and studying her with interest.

Hermione hadn’t heard a ‘no’ yet and began to hope just a bit that he’d actually say yes. “No, sir, and that was part of the reason I chose it. I love Potions, but I think it is moldering a bit. I think it needs a bit of new blood and a different perspective. There are few Muggle born Potion Masters as well, so it would be like a double hit of…newness,” she said looking up at him, excitement lighting up her eyes for a moment. Of course then she realized whom she was speaking to and in horror dropped her eyes. She might have well just called him a moldy old man and been done with it. He wasn’t, of course. He was only in his late 30’s, young by Wizarding standards, and despite his severe and slightly greasy appearance, didn’t smell moldy at all. In fact more than one girl had admitted that he smelled rather nice when he hadn’t been brewing anything foul that day.

Instead of reprimanding her, he simply raised a brown and purred, “Indeed. Those have been my thoughts as well for quite some time.” He stood and paced a bit, before coming around the desk and standing behind her. “Miss Granger, are you aware of the tradition and expectations behind an apprenticeship?”

Her breathing hitched slightly, “You mean between an Apprentice and Master, the roles played by both?” When he hummed his agreement, she took a deep breath, “Well I spoke to a few people about it and read up on the subject. From what I understand, an Apprenticeship usually lasts for two years, longer if the Master truly believes their apprentice isn’t ready. The apprentice obeys all commands from their master, unless they involve death. Your life is not fully your own, as an apprentice, nor is…your body.” She flushed a little at that, realizing that may well be what he was getting at. If he took her on as an apprentice he would be within his rights to demand sexual favors from her at any time during her stay with him.

Hermione swallowed hard and turned to look up at him. “Yes I am aware of what is expected, sir. After all, sir, if I wasn’t devoted to Potions, I could escape some of the…requirements by choosing Professor McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey.”

For a moment, she swore that his eyes glittered with amusement, but she couldn’t be sure. “True,” he said with a nod. “Not that I would expect much from you of course. My needs are rather infrequent, so you won’t need to concern yourself much Miss Granger.”

Hermione blinked and looked up at him in surprise. “Sir? Did you just...you have accepted me sir?”

“Of course I have, you silly girl,” he said with a frown. “Why else are we standing her discussing all this?” He crossed his arm and studied her for a moment. “I would like you to begin after the holidays, however. One hour a night with me, until graduation, possibly weekends as well. After that you will move into a room off my personal labs and begin in earnest.”

Hermione felt a huge grin split across her face and before she quite new what she was doing, she’d thrown her arms around his waist, kissed him soundly on the cheek, and dashed out of the room, bag in tow, to tell her friends. She dashed back briefly and cried, “Oh thank you sir! I won’t disappoint you sir!” and then she was gone again.

Severus blinked in surprise at her behavior and rubbed his hand over his cheek. Silly child. He frowned when he realized that she’d dashed out before he’d even gotten a chance to bring up his doubts about her upcoming business. He’d have to remember to pull her aside later. It’s not that what they were planning was illegal, as long as the wizards in question knew about it, but it wasn’t exactly a dignified way to begin her Mastery. He’d need to ensure that her reputation, and his, wouldn’t be damaged by it.

***

Wednesday night found Hermione, Pansy and Blaise in Hermione’s private room. Head Girl definitely had its perks, especially when you needed to do an in depth study on a man’s private bits.

“So let me get this straight,” the darker haired young man said, an amused grin on his face. He sank onto Hermione’s bed and looked at the two young women before him. “You want to start a business selling replicas of wizards’ ‘wands’? Functional replicas?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, a light blush spreading across her cheeks.

“And you need me because?” he asked with a laugh.

“Well you’re one of the wizards we were considering anyway,” Pansy said with a shrug, “And I knew you were the least prudish of the lot. You’d be the most likely to let us experiment with you a bit.”

“You’re forgetting that you want to experiment on that which I hold most dear,” he said with a raised brown, “And you make it sound like I’m some kind of slut.”

“If the shoe fits…” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, Granger said it’s not dangerous for you, it just might not make a copy that is of any use to us.”

He studied them for a moment and then sighed. “So you just need me to help you make a decent, working copy of my cock? That’s all?”

“Well, not entirely…” Hermione said with a small cough. “You’ll also need to…you know…touch yourself a bit.”

“Pardon?” Blaise asked with a short laugh. “What does that have to do with cloning my cock?”

“Well, from asking other girls and from some personal experience, we’ve decided that the copy should occur moments before orgasm, since that is when the erection tends to be…plumper,” Hermione responded, mortified by the whole conversation.

“But if you want a working copy, won’t that mean that your little toys are going to be exploding and going limp within a matter of seconds?” he asked in amusement. “Those should sell like crazy,” he said sarcastically.

“I’d thought of that already. That’s where another charm will come in. Really we’re just capturing the shape at that moment. A second charm with capture a typical performance of the wizard, including his average stamina and thrusting pattern. A final charm will move the toy in the correct…pattern and not stop until the witch removes the toy from her body or falls asleep. After all it wouldn’t do for it to stop when she could still find a bit more pleasure, but it would be horrendous it she passed out and it just kept going at her until she was raw,” Hermione said with a blush and a shrug.

“How do you plan to record his thrusting if he decides to just wank once the charm is cast?” Blaise asked seriously, getting interested in the process, now that he realized they’d actually put a little though into this.

“Well, that issue is difficult. We thought to request that they cast it and then have sex, but that isn’t always possible, so an alternative is to masturbate by thrusting into their hand, rather than moving just their hand. Actual sex is the preferred method though. Many of the wizards chosen shouldn’t have a problem with that requirement anyway, or one of our partners might be willing to lend their assistance. It’s not like it would be a hardship in the case of these wizards,” Pansy said in explanation.

“So which one of you is taking one for the team today?” he asked with a lecherous grin, eyes raking over the two of them.

“And that is why this company will work,” Pansy sighed to Hermione. “Just use your hand today. We’re mostly trying to figure out if it’ll even work first, then we’ll fine tune it and hopefully have something we can use to make the master copies.”

“You’re no fun Pansy,” Blaise purred. “Fine, then, so you just need me to be erect at this point?”

“Y-yes,” Hermione said, blushing and walking towards him with her wand. “Please tell me when you think you’re ready.”

Blaise grinned at watched her with steady, dark eyes as he reached under his robe, unzipped his trousers, and tugged his cock free of his underwear. He knew she couldn’t see anything, with his robe in the way, but he laughed a little at the look on her face. He figured in about three seconds she was going to burst into flame. He decided to tease her a bit, since Pansy was really no fun and simply sitting in a chair in the corner studying her nails. “Mmm,” he hummed keeping his eyes on Hermione’s flaming face as he coaxed his half hard cock to full attention. Really, how bad could an experiment be, if you got to wank in front of a pretty girl as part of it? “Sure you don’t want to help me?” he teased, smiling and looking at her through dark lashes.

“Y-yes, I’m sure,” Hermione said with a big gulp. She’d only been with Ron once…well and Harry too. She’d thought she could deal with this professionally, but there was a hot guy wanking on her bed, not a meter from where she stood. Shaking her head to clear it, as he just smiled and shrugged at her, she lifted her wand and began to say the charms, tossing in the appropriate flicks and swishes where they were needed. All she had to do was say the final word when he told her to and she should have a working copy of Blaise Zabini.

Blaise moved to his knees on the bed and watched Hermione turn yet another shade of red has he began to slowly thrust his hips into his hand. “Do you like it slow like this Hermione?”

“I don’t know,” she said, embarrassed. “I’ve only done it once.”

“Pity. You shouldn’t waste yourself like that,” he sighed, letting his head fall back and squeezed his hand tight around himself. “You’re pretty popular, you know. I hear guys talking about you; how they’d like to distract you from your precious books; how they like to see what it would take to make the Princess of Gryffindor scream and swear, writhing beneath them, naked and sweating on their sheets. Draco is particularly creative. You might seek him out sometime. Mmm,” he hummed, feeling the rush in his legs and groin that hinted at his building climax. He was eighteen and a certified master at wanking. I wouldn’t take him long. “Or maybe you’ll just give into me, hmm?”

Hermione gaped at him, forgetting that Pansy was even in the room. “Draco Malfoy? As in ‘Granger is a foul little Mudblood’ Draco?”

“Yep,” he said, his voice catching a bit. He thrust a little harder, letting his eyes drift shut. Swallowing hard, he gasped, “He’s been hard for you for like four years now. Apparently you punched him once and he can’t get it out of his head. Fuck,” he groaned softly. “You’re all he talks about. Don’t get me wrong,” he gasped and bit his lip, “he doesn’t love you, but he does want to fuck you six ways from Sunday if given the chance.”

Hermione couldn’t even process that revelation since Blaise was suddenly swearing, “Fuck, do it now Granger. I’m gonna….” She didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence before saying the final words to invoke the three charms over his groin. Just in time too, because the moment she finished Blaise bit his lip and gave a low growl that started deep inside and rolled upwards and out, shivering and then jerking in orgasm. He gasped and slumped slightly, his chest heaving, trying to catch up.

“You’re so pretty when you do that,” Pansy purred from the corner. “I almost wish there was a way the bottle that sound you make too,” she sighed. “I could come from that alone.” Blaise just chucked and gasped, not bothering to answer her with one of his usual witty remarks.

Hermione couldn’t speak. Instead she was staring in open shock at the very lifelike, very big cock in her left hand. “Um Blaise?” she choked out. “Is this about right?”

Blaise looked up briefly and nodded, before pulling his wand out and casting a cleaning charm and tucking himself away. Finally he relaxed back on the bed and waved her closer, hand out. Hermione quickly dropped the dildo in his hand, blushing furiously. It even felt real! “This is good work,” he said after a moment of studying to clone. “If I hadn’t just put it back in my pants I’d be seriously worried that I’d lost my dick.” He turned it over in his hands and stroked it lightly. “It feels right, the size is good…” he muttered. He squeezed it and nodded, “The texture and cushion is good, it even twitches a bit. I wonder if it moves though?”

Hermione tapped it with her wand and frowned when nothing happened. “I designed the charms to activate with just a simple tap of the wand.”

Blaise though for a moment and then grinned. “Take off your panties then.”

“Pardon?” Hermione gasped.

“If I understood correctly it really only reacts to being inside a conscious woman,” he said sitting up and tugging her between his thighs. “Come on Granger. What would you do for research?”

Hermione glanced back at Pansy, who wasn’t at all helpful with her shrug and teasing smile. “Could be fun Hermione,” she said. Hermione turned back to Blaise and bit her lip. What would it hurt really? It’s not like she didn’t plan to make a copy of every clone they made anyway.

Blushing furiously, she reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of pretty pink, lace panties and dropped them in his lap. “Oh these are very nice,” he complimented silkily. With a lecherous grin he picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket. “They need to go home with me tonight.” She blushed deeper, but didn’t protest. He was, after all, being rather helpful tonight.

“Now,” he purred, turning her around and sitting her down between his thighs, “Lean back a bit for me and spread those lovely, long leg.” She looked up at Pansy in mortification, only to see the other young woman watching her intently, her eyes half shuttered, a light blush on her cheeks. Was Pansy aroused at the thought of seeing Hermione get fucked by one of their little toys? Strangely Hermione felt a rush of power at that thought, and eyes still on the other woman, looped her thighs over Blaise’s knees.

Blaise chuckled against her back, “Very good Granger.” She felt her skirt hike up around her hips and suddenly there was a blunt pressure between her thighs. “There?” he asked silkily.

“Down a bit,” she whispered. Blaise hummed and did as she said, sliding the toy downward and into the dip that formed the slick entrance to her body. She groaned low as he swiveled the head a bit to pick up some moisture and then began to push. Hermione gasped in surprise as it she felt a sudden twitch and the toy began to move on its own, continuing the slow slide into her body.

Blaise put both hands under her thighs and supported her as his cloned cock began to move in and out of her body at the torturing pace he loved. He liked to tease a woman until she was a big puddle of flesh, begging him to take her, then he’d ride her hard until she was screaming for him and falling apart under his hands and cock. It looked as if the clone had picked up a fair amount of his style as it began to speed up a bit and draw some very delightful gasps from everyone favorite bookwork.

Hermione panted and clenched her fists into the bedding, astounded at what they had created. It moved perfectly and seemed to respond to her body like any decent lover would. The movements started slow and deep and her progressively moving towards hard and fast, just as she’d decided that’s what she needed. “Oh Blaise, this is amazing,” she gasped. “Are you…are you dating anyone?”

Both Blaise and Pansy laughed at that one. “No, I’m not” Blaise purred after a moment. “Want to have dinner with me one of these weekends?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

“Maybe,” she gasped, moaning seconds later at a particularly hard thrust. “Or maybe we could just skip dinner,” she groaned, tensing up slightly. “Oh gods, I think I’m actually going to come.” As if in response to her words the glorious toy sped up, thrusting hard up into her body, until harsh breathing, feminine moans, and wet sounds filled the room.

Moments later Hermione arched and cried out silently, her body freezing as her orgasm blazed through her groin and curled her toes. “Oh gods!” she finally gasped, reaching down and pulling out the clone to stop it. “I can’t believe…” she panted, “Pansy we’re going to be rich!”