Magic Books

This is a fan fiction, the author does not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and settings and expects to make no profit from this.

“This way.”

Hermione didn’t know why she was following Moany Merdl. Ever sense she found the magic sex books in the library here at Hogwarts and tried the spells, Merdl, who has been watching of all things, has been bothering her whenever possible, suggesting she try this or that for her own amusement, thank God it was when she was in private. Of course, now that she had these sex-magic books, at Merdl’s bequest, her curiosity has made her seek privacy wherever, whenever she could, especially knowing Moany Merdl would be watching. Just how old was she really when she died?

“We’re heeeeeerrrre,” sing-songed Merdl. They had stopped at a wall in an out-of-the-way hallway. It seemed seldom used. There was no one else to be seen in any direction, it was lunch so there was no one to bother her, save the groundskeeper and Peeves, and Merdl, surprisingly, helped Hermione avoid them and anyone else out and about.
“The enchantment in this hall was made to keep those who are unaware of or have any interest in finding it, coming here,” explained Merdl.

“And how did you just happen to know?” asked Hermione.

The ghost turned to look at Hermione with a wicked smile and said, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Oh, just get on with it!”

With a cheeky grin, the ghost girl said to the wall: “Full Load Cumming,” then to Hermione, “that’s C-U-M-M-I-N-G, for clarity,” and gave her a wink, which only made Hermione unease at the meaning of her words. The wall opened like drapes being pulled apart, revealing a large red double door with gold handles shaped like curving penis’s. Someone has a twisted sense of humor, thought Hermione, gently rubbing her own groin at the sight of the obscene door handles.

“The enchantment also makes you invisible to anyone unaware of your being here as well as this door way,” mused Merdl as she drifted towards the opening red doors. “They’ll just see an ordinary wall. Now come on, don’t be shy.”
Hermione was hesitant to go in. It was dark beyond the opened doorway, but a strange alluring scent seemed to waft its way out and to Hermione’s nostrils, enticing her, making her wet, her breathing quickened slightly, she could even feel her own nipples harden reflexively. Just what was this?

Whether by her own bodies desires or her own intellectual ones, there was a good reason the Sorting Hat selected her to Gryffindor, and Hermione sucked in a deep breath as if she was about to dive into a pool of water and with large strides, passed through the threshold. . . .

Into a warm and cozy well furnished room of soft red and gold. There was a large bed shaped like heart, heart shaped closets and a shag carpet. It was gaudy but strangely comfortable. And for some strange reason, she could feel all of this on her bare skin even through. . . .

As she touched her shoulders to check her body temperature, she realized, her clothes were gone! Instinctively she covered her exposed women parts, as she frantically looked around, not really certain if she was looking for her clothes or the culprit who striped her all at the same time.

She stopped her search at the sound of Moany Merdl’s laughter in the spacious ceiling with the mirror (gaudy) looking at her own reflection of her right arm clinging to her chest and her left down at her womanhood, bending over to better hide her shame. “Don’t worry, Hermione,” purred Merdl. “Your clothes magically come off when you, and even a guest or two, come in. If you want to know they are safe just look by the door.” Merdl indicated to Hermione’s right, and Hermione turned carefully to look a long dresser beside the door, going all the way to the right side wall. “Go ahead,” said Merdl. “Open the first drawer.”

Hermione looked quizzically at the ghost, frowning her mistrust at the shameless pervert hovering near the ceiling. Fine, she thought as she turned to the dresser. It’s not like you haven’t seen my bum already anyhow. With her back to Merdl (backside included) Hermione took her hands of her privates and pulled open the first top drawer revealing her school uniform and under things folded professionally inside.

“Hmm,” Hermione heard Merdl say, prompting Hermione to cover up and turn around to face the ghost girl, who now had a playfully pouty look on her face to show her discontent at the loss of her show. “You don’t have to worry to much or at all for that matter,” Merdl finally said. “You’re clothes will be replaced back on you when you leave. And now that you have entered and know the secret words, you can come and go anywhere in the school whenever you want.
“Not bad for someplace a cleaver little Hufflepuff student came up with that not even Dumbledore knows about, thankfully. I don’t much care for the elderly, you know.”

“I really, really, don’t want to know how you found either this place, or that section in the library for that matter.”

“Well, it was by chance I came upon the books. As for this room, one of the books happened to have directions to find it to whomever is interested.” Merdl began to chuck, Hermione liked it better when she just haunted the girls bathroom crying.

“And why was it you neglected to tell me which book that was?”

“And I always thought you were the smart one,” teased Merdl, laughing her horrible laugh that sent a chill down Hermione’s spin, making her skin break out in goose pimples all over, she really wished for her clothes.

“Oh, get lost!” commanded Hermione as she kicked at the air in front of her in Merdl’s direction, careful to not expose anything to the ghost.

“Very well,” cooed Merdl turning as if to leave through the wall. “But, just remember one thing.”
“And what is that?”

Merdl turned to face Hermione, a serious look across her pale, see-through face. Then she smiled, “lunch ends in twenty minutes. Be quick about your business.” And she flew backwards through the wall in a laughing fit, as Hermione, giving up her modesty, threw her arms up to shake her fists at the wet spot Merdl passed through in the wall.

With Merdl gone, as it seems, Hermione let her arms lacks to her side as she walked about the room, surveying her surroundings: there was another door opened on the opposite side of the room where she could see a large tub and a vanity mirror and sink, no doubt the bathroom, she didn’t need to use it so she continued along her expedition. The rooms lighting appeared to change in color, when she first came in, the mood was almost panicky, most likely part of a spell for mood lighting as the color seemed to change to something like soft pink, which must mean something of curiosity or something. There were a lot of mirrors in various areas, as if it wasn’t enough to be nude, but to look at yourself, which she couldn’t help but do, examining her own body as if she were just discovering puberty for the first time, although after what she has been doing she was fully aware she was a young woman.

She came up to a mirror and cupped her own breast, not knowing why she felt like wanting to examine them, she was no stranger to them, they were hers after all, but, now she seemed more interested in them then usual. They didn’t seem to big as far as breast go, throughout the Muggle world she had seen the pop culture of modern women and how much emphasis is put into the sight of large breasts or even the sight of breasts at all. She gave the soft mounds a gentle squeeze, letting out a soft moan as she did. Catching her breath, she let go of her mammaries to focus on the right one. Her study was more intent on the nipple, the rosy pink bud that seemed to stand out all alone, as if wanting something and thus outstretching its peak as far as it could go, it was almost adorable to look at the hardened little stump like it was a living thing all on its own.

She bent her own right breast to look at the nipple closely, amused at the feeling of doing it. She carefully pulled on the arousals of the nipple and then squeezing back and a little more inwards, pushing the mound upwards more then it usually did. All the while she was doing this, she felt the wetness between her legs again, she was so thankful she was naked, now she could touch herself with ease. She reached down with her right hand and began to massage her aching womanhood, grabbing her left breast with her left hand almost by instinct, her eyes closing in the euphoria.
Suddenly, almost miraculously, Hermione came up with an idea. Still probing herself, Hermione bent her head downwards while at the same time bringing her left boob up and towards her face. She hesitated for a moment, mostly to put some focus on her other work, finally, after the moment had passed, and her arousal maintained, she took the left erect nipple into her mouth and began to suck. She never imagined how her own tits would taste, sweet and meaty like a glazed ham, she had to suckle more, no wonder babies like to nurse. And not just the babies but also the mothers as well, the sensation of sucking on the tit was stimulating enough.

Between the two activities, Hermione, weak kneed and rapidly working her body vigorously, finally came. She was so excited she didn’t care if she actually peed on the carpet, it must have some kind of cleaning spell on it or something, and it wasn’t like anyone else was using the room. But, her cum gushed out, running down her legs and passed her feet, and squirting out directly onto the floor in clear guy gobs. The sound of her scream was echoing throughout the deceptively (largely due to the mirrors) spacious room, ringing in her ear in a pleasing way she never thought she would like.

She panted, still standing, this was not the first time she had done this, she masturbated a lot in the girls bathrooms and in her own bed at home and here in Hogwarts. What was different was she could do it freely in this room, do whatever she wanted and however she wanted. She brought her right hand up to mouth and began to lick her work off of her fingers; she felt like she was making honey in her own vagina, though a little salty, and not quite the right taste.

She hated to admit it, but Merdl was right, and she was (more or less) glad she was talked into it. She has been so stressed as off late what with keeping up with school work and keeping Harry and Ron from doing something stupid and not be able to get out without some kind of brains to work with. This was perfect, absolutely perfect, a room of her own, to do with as she pleased, it was like she was out on her own, no one to interfere (save the annoying ghost, but she did help so maybe she’ll let her have her moment.)

As if the memory of Moany Merdl was a special trigger, Hermione snapped back to reality. She looked for the large heart-shaped clock on the wall opposite the heart-shaped bed and swore, she had two minutes to get to class, and it took ten minutes to find this place from the main hall, and who knew what mood the stairs would be in.
Then she suddenly remembered about the room’s special ability. Without another thought, Hermione ran towards to main door and shouted, “Herbology” as she passed through the doorway—

--And in the hall leading to the greenhouse.

She looked around no one was here yet. She looked down at herself, and was thankful Merdl was no liar: her clothes were back on, just as they were before, even the vaginal fluid that dripped down her legs was amazingly cleaned off.
This was the best thing that could ever happen to her. Now, maybe she could like to share this amazement with someone. . . ?