Time Alone With Herself

As the weeks turned to months, Hermione found that her increasingly frequent masturbating sessions just weren't enough to ease the tension that her hectic school schedule caused her. Hermione knew it was wrong to be using the time turner in such a selfish way, not to mention it was illegal, but she couldn't help herself. Once or twice she said to herself that one more time would be enough, just one more time and she would stop forever. But the thing was, "one more time" was what the time turner was made for.

One late afternoon, buried face deep between her other self's legs, Hermione suddenly stopped with a big sigh. Her other self, who was just a breath away from an orgasm, nearly cursed out in frustration and was forced to finish herself off by hand.

When the other Hermione finally caught her breath she looked over at herself and asked, "What was that all about?"

"You wouldn't understand," Hermione answered, pulling her clothes on.

"Try me." The other Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

There was an awkward silence while the clothed Hermione realized who she was talking to.

"Right... it's just, well you know. This just isn't doing it for me." Hermione said, wondering if her other self had been thinking the same thing.

"We could try something new..." The naked Hermione said, laying back on the bed seductively.

"Like what, we've tried everything we can think of."

"...Polyjuice Potion?"

"Yeah, polyjuice potion… why didn't I think of that?"

A naughty smile broke across Hermione's face. Polyjuice potion could spice things up nicely. But then again, it could take quite a long time to make it, month’s maybe. But then the cleaver witch remembered, she had all the time she needed.

Luckily, the full moon wasn't far away, so there wasn't too long enough of a wait. But there was still a lot of preparation. Getting the ingredients wasn't a problem anymore, given her unique school situation. With all the classes she was taking, the school set up a system that whenever she needed any supplies, she would just need to write them down on an enchanted piece of parchment, and the supplies would be delivered by owl the next morning, no questions asked. The ingredients for Polyjuice potion were kind of rare, so she'd have to order them separately, in case someone did get suspicious, but that wasn't really the thing that was on her mind. The thing that really bugged her about the potion was, who? Who was she going to turn in to? It was a strange question because she was asking herself who she wanted to have sex with. And, to complicate things, it was going to be herself under the person's skin, so she wasn't asking herself who she wanted to have sex with, it was whose body did she want to have sex with. Ron would have been her first choice if she had to pick a real person, but when it came to whose body, it could have been anyone. She had already decided that the person should be male, but that didn't narrow it down much. Harry seemed like a good choice, since he was kind of handsome and it would be easy to get his hair, but since he was such a close friend, it might be weird to know exactly what he looked like under his robes, not that Hermione wasn't curious.

The question of who was the only thing on her mind the whole rest of the afternoon. She found herself staring at the other guys in class and undressing them in her mind. The thought of sex with all the guys in class worked Hermione in to a frenzy and she tried to control her breathing out of fear that someone might know what she was thinking. In potions class she was sure Professor Snape must have know what was on her mind because he shot her a look of pure disgust. When she hid her face behind her potions' text book, the thought of a naked Professor Snape intruded in to her mind and the only way she could stop herself from puking was to imaging the closest person to her naked, and that was Harry. As the day lead on, Harry seemed to be the best choice, but she didn't want to make any rash decisions.

That night, when all of her classes were finished, Hermione snuck down to her own privet classroom and locked the door. A few seconds later she heard herself come in to the room.

"God, I never thought the day would end." Hermione said, pulling off her clothes before the other Hermione even made it through the door.

"Someone's eager tonight." The other Hermione said.

The both laughed, knowing that they were both eager. The thought of sex all day had driven her insane and desperate for release. The other Hermione removed her own clothes and approached herself, kissing her passionately.

Even though there was no need for hesitation, she still had trouble being forward with herself. Even thought she knew her other self wanted to jump straight in to sex as she did, she still felt like she needed her other self to give her a signal, and she was sure her other self was waiting for a signal from her too. It was all to complicated and hurt her head to think about, but as she felt her other self's tongue pressing in to her mouth, all the complexities melted away.

"Who should we turn in to with the Polyjuice potion?" Hermione asked before bringing her other self's nipple in to her lips.

"I don't know..." The other one moaned, hugging her to her chest.

"Seamus Finnigan?" Hermione asked, changing between nipples.

"No thanks, sexy sure, but I'd rather choose someone else."

"Dean Thomas?"

They both giggled but moved on.

"Ginny?"

"I thought we decided it was going to be a guy?"

"But doing it with you is great and you're a girl."

"That's because you're a girl."

Hermione dipped her head down between the other's legs. She tried to remember exactly what the other Hermione had done to her last night that felt so good, so that she could do the same thing right now. It was a combination of tongue and lips, but the action had caused her mind to go fuzzy so she just had to improvise. As her lips reached the other's vagina, the smell of excitement filled her nose. It was a familiar scent, a scent that caused the same kind of excitement in her own body. She pressed her mouth down wetly, dipping her tongue between the hot folds. She heard a yelp of pleasure and knew she was doing the right thing. She wiggled her tongue back and forth, massaging the entrance with her lips.

"Hagrid?" The other called out through heavy breaths.

Hermione laughed with a mouth full of pussy, causing the other one to shriek out in twitching pleasure. As she continued to lick herself, Hermione retorted, "You want to be torn in half?"

The other Hermione was too excited to care how stupid her next suggestion was, "Draco Malfoy?"

Hermione stopped, wiped her mouth off and got up to leave.

"I was only kidding," The other Hermione pleaded, desperate for release, "I thought I could make you laugh again. It felt so great the last time."

"Okay, but don't joke like that." Hermione said, getting back down on her knees. "Oh, and you'd better laugh for me when it's my turn."

Hermione hated herself for thinking of Draco Malfoy. She knew herself well enough that she wouldn't have suggested it if she wasn't really thinking of it, so she just tried to push the thought from her mind. She felt the other Hermione's legs close around her head as she approached her peak. Neither of them dared to speak as their rhythm picked up, the other Hermione's hips coming up off the bed desperately trying to meet her lips sooner. In a wave of pleasure, Hermione’s body simultaneously tensed up and began to jerk wildly. Hermione, remembering the pleasure she was given last night, dove her tongue in deep and pressed her mouth in to the twitching flesh, receiving a mouthful of unexpected female cum. She choked down the surprisingly sweet liquid and let her other self catch her breath.

"I think it should be Harry." The other Hermione said, kissing her and tasting herself in more ways that made sense.

Hermione nodded, lying down on the bed for her turn. As she lay there, feeling the same thing she just did to herself, Hermione imagined what it would be like if it were Harry doing this to her. She found that deep down, she might actually want it. Also she found, that someone laughing in to your vagina felt incredible, deep down.

The next few weeks were devoted to making the Polyjuice potion. She had made Polyjuice potion before, but it was still the most difficult potion she had ever made. It was dangerous if brewed wrong, even deadly if really screwed up badly. Plus, she really really wanted to do this. Her mind was running in circles, thinking of all the things she could do with Harry's body. A few times with herself, she had conjured a makeshift strap on and they had tried out what it would be like to do it with a penis, but as fun as that was, Hermione knew it would be a thousand times better with the real thing. Or, as Hermione kept pointing out to herself, as close to the real thing as she could get without really making her life weird, or weirder than it already was.

She found herself staring at Harry more and more, fantasying about him night and day. It was getting to the point that she was fingering herself under the table in the great hall while staring at him during breakfast. She was just thankful that Harry was so obsessed with talking about Quidditch that he didn't see her face twitch as she fought to suppress a brief orgasm. Harry didn't notice, but he wasn't the only one at the table.

"Are you alright?" About a dozen different voices asked.

Hermione's eyes lit up in sock as she realized just what the hell she just did in front of about five hundred people. She muttered something about a forgotten book and ran like a frightened animal. She was more embarrassed than she had ever been in her whole entire life, embarrassed and excited. She ran to an empty room and clutched at her time turner. Without even counting she spun it, sending her back to the middle of the night.

It was the first time she had done something this stupid, but there was no way she was going to go in living in a world where half of the school just saw her masturbating. She carefully snuck in to her own room and quietly woke herself up.

"The hell? What I'm I, What are you?" The sleeping Hermione asked trying to keep her voice down to a whisper.

"I can't explain," Hermione said, refusing to even tell herself what happened. "I'm just hornier than hell right now."

"Well go back further, or do it yourself. I'm going back to sleep." She replied, turning back to bed.

"Like hell you are." The desperate Hermione said, slipping her hand in to the other's panties.

"What are you doing?" The sleepy one asked, frightened.

"Keep it down or you'll wake everyone up."

"You stop it then."

"I can't, I need this."

"And I'm telling you to stop."

Hermione paused a moment while she pondered the idea of raping herself. Before she could make a decision that would mentally cripple her, she heard a voice call out to her through the closed sheets of her four poster bed.

"You alright in there 'Mione?" One of her dorm mates asked.

Her covered her other self's mouth with her hand and made a hushing gesture with her other hand. In a tired voice she called out, "I was just having a nightmare, sorry if I woke you."

"Are you sure you're all right, sounded like you were thrashing about." The voice called back.

This time, the sleeping Hermione answered, "No I'm fine, really. I was dreaming that a teacher was trying to give me low marks on a test."

The voice left, muttering, "typical," but both Hermione's ignored it.

The tired one, now fully awake, whispered, "Are you going to tell me what bothering you?"

The idea of another accidental repeat of this morning forced Hermione to give up on having sex with herself. She didn't dare masturbate in her own bed, even alone. And sex involving two people was just too unpredictable. She might have the control over her own moans, but with someone else behind the wheel, a single flick of a tongue could have her screaming in ecstasy then she'd have to live with being caught masturbating, or worse, getting caught with herself and going to prison for abusing the time turner. And not to mention, she could get expelled.

Not taking a chance, Hermione decided to sleep in her own bed that night, next to herself, still hornier than hell. It was painful, but strangely comforting to cuddle with herself. A few times she found her hand drifting to one of their crotches, but she'd stop before anything stupid happened. When her other self left for class the next morning, Hermione waited to make sure everyone else was gone before she snuck off to her privet room to masturbate like a wild animal.

"Okay, I think it's ready." Hermione told herself as she stirred the bubbling pot of Polyjuice potion.

The rest of the month had passed by without anymore incidents. Hermione had grabbed one of Harry's hairs and stored it in a test tube for safe keeping and all that was left was the wait.

"You know we'll only have an hour before we change back right?"

"I know just as much as you do."

"Oh, right. Um how do we decide who changes in to Harry?"

"I thought you were going to."

"I thought you were."

"But I wanted to see what's its like have sex with a guy."

"So do I."

"But I'd also like to see what it feels like to have a penis."

"Whatever you want to do, I want also. So let’s just flip a coin."

After they finally decided who would go first, they filled a cup with the Polyjuice potion and dropped in Harry's hair. It bubbled and fizzed and the liquid turned in to a dark thick goo. Pinching her nose, Hermione downed the potion and waited for the effects to begin. A strange sensation filled her body like clay being molded through a plastic bag. She felt her muscles growing thicker, her legs stretching longer. She felt like she was going to throw up and fell to her knees. Her vision went blurry and she felt her hair shrink down to Harry's short cut. Everything was the same as she had remembered like when she had taken the potion in her second year and accidently turned in to a cat. Only last, she had grown a tail, this time, a different appendage was growing from between her legs.

It was difficult to see with Harry's poor eyesight, but there it was, a penis between her legs. A strange manly hand reached out and took a hold of it, and Hermione realized it was her hand.

"This is weird." The other Hermione said.

"Really weird, I've got a penis." Hermione said in a strangely deep voice.

"What's it feel like?"

"You go ahead and touch it."

"Wow, I can't believe I'm touching it."

"Careful, it's really sensitive."

"Really?"

"Well, not as sensitive as... well you know, but it's still weird because I'm feeling it in a different place."

"Wow, it's growing."

Hermione’s penis started filling with blood, the veins on it pumping rhythmically in time with her heart. They both reached down to play with it, hands fighting to grab hold. It wasn't long before it had gotten long enough for them both to have a place to hold on to.

"I didn't know he was that big." Hermione said, stroking her new appendage.

"Can I, should I suck it?" The other Hermione asked, kneeling down in front of it.

Nodding eagerly, Hermione stuck the cock up to her own waiting lips. It was strange to see herself with a penis in front of her face like that, she just hoped no one would ever see her like that again. When the other Hermione open her mouth, she felt hot breath on her cock, sending shivers down her spine. She braced herself, but wasn't ready for the hot wet sensation as mouth met sensitive flesh. With a sharp moan she fell to the ground, her legs turned to jelly.

"Are you alright?" The other Hermione asked.

"Again!" Hermione demanded, shoving her cock back to the other's lips.

When her mouth wrapped around her again, Hermione grabbed on to the other's Hermione's shoulders to stay standing up. The feeling was beyond description, like hot lust bursting through her entire body. Her legs trembled but she managed to stay up. Then another wave hit her as the other Hermione started to suck. Every nerve in her body seemed to be connected to her cock, every fiber in her body seemed to be drawn in to her other's self’s mouth with every suck.

"Oh Merlin, this is the greatest thing I've ever felt." Hermione gasped when she finally remembered that she could talk.

The other Hermione tried to say something but forgot she had a mouth full of cock. Her warm wet tongue slid around the hard throbbing flesh in her mouth, sending Hermione out of her mind. Not sure where the instinct came from, Hermione started to hump the other Hermione’s head, her cock running in and out of her mouth. The feeling of her own soft lips running up and down the length of her shaft was driving her mad. Her thrust became wild, hitting the back of the other's throat, making her gag. The other tried to pull her head away, but Hermione was so driven by lust she held the other's head in place with strength she didn't know she had.

"I’m going to cum." Hermione grunted.

The other Hermione tried to say something but it was lost. With the added motion of the other one trying to talk, Hermione felt her body tense up. She pumped harder and harder, riding it out, when she felt her loins burst. Her whole body jerked and she felt her cock twitch and pump. A rushing sensation ran from her loins and her balls twitched. She knew what was happening, but couldn't believe it, she just ejaculated, right in her own mouth. The thought filled her mind, and she felt her balls clench again, her cock pumping out cum, flooding the others Hermione's mouth. Then, as soon as it came, it went, her whole body felt heavy and she sat back on the floor. With a loud gulp, she hear her other self swallow the mouthful of cum.

"That was amazing... How, how was it." Hermione said, feeling her body changing back in to her original body.

"You went kind of wild." The other one said.

"Sorry, I guess it was testosterone or whatever, you can do the same to me." She said, handing her other self a cup of Polyjuice potion.

"Your damn right I will." The other Hermione said, swallowing down the potion with another loud gulp.

As she saw her other self transforming in to the man she had just been, she looked over at the full cauldron of Polyjuice potion and smiled, there was enough for at least a hundred more transformations.

End


Author’s Notes

Sorry I changed the focus from time turning to Polyjuice potion, it was just something that popped it to mind and it seemed better to add it here. I wasn't really sure what tags and warnings to add... so sorry if anyone was offended by penis and whatnot. And I'm still looking for suggestions and input for later chapters or new stories, so please review if you liked it.

Also, it's getting to the point that there are too many people to thank. So if you've left me any form of feedback, thank you. I still can't believe people enjoy my writing. I mean, I failed English. To think what people might be doing while reading my words put a naughty smile on my face. So keep it up, (giggity) and I'll keep writing.