Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Story Consultants: WesleyY7, Sonia
Total Word Count: 14,473
Chapter 34 Edit Date: 06/29/2009
Clean up editing: 07/26/2009
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Chapter now properly beta'd by Periculum as of July 6, 2009. No big changes. Periculum is my comma/colon/semi-colon queen and the finder of most of my tiny mistakes (such as missed letters)!
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Chapter 34: A Curse-Breakers Job Can Be Very Dangerous Indeed

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Story date: May 14, 1996 (10:08 am)

Hermione wandered about, wringing her hands nervously, repeatedly going around in small circles within the room provided for her. Her parents had been taken by Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad Eye Moody earlier that morning so they could make preparations for a long absence from work in order to stay with her. They planned to make it known that they were going to travel to the States to take up an unexpected opportunistic chance to teach at one of the more prominent dental colleges for at least six months – it was felt that by then the Death Eaters would probably have lost interest in trying to retrieve Hermione, allowing her parents to return home safely. If all remained quiet, and Hermione made no public statements against any of the men she had the misfortune to be misused by while under Bella's thumb, Professor Dumbledore speculated that they would leave her alone, believing she had been properly frightened into silence.

In private, Albus and Severus contemplated the possibility of stating her memory had been modified, which would probably ensure her safety and that of her parents. Severus, however, was reluctant to agree to this tactic. He pointed out that if any of the three were kidnapped, for whatever reason, that it would be easy enough for the Dark Lord to rummage through their memories and discover his participation in the deception. After much deliberation, Albus reluctantly agreed, so it was decided to hide Hermione's parents for a while and then determine what to do when the six month time period was over.

Hermione felt a pang of sorrow go through her as she thought about her parents and how their lives were being so adversely affected by her sudden freedom. Finally alone, she spent her time reflecting upon the fact that it may have been better for everyone involved if she had remained captive with Sirius and Master Kreacher. True, she would still be sad and frightened, longing for her freedom, but at least the lives of everyone else around her wouldn't be torn apart. And maybe, just maybe, Adara would still be alive.

Hermione stopped abruptly at the thought of her baby and stood staring at the wall, not really seeing it. She wiped a tear from her eye as she contemplated Adara's death and what that meant to her. Would Adara still be alive if a rescue had not been attempted? Or would something have happened anyway? Was it destiny for her baby to die? Oh, how she wished she had a Time-Turner now!

Pushing her unruly hair out of her face, Hermione thought about the fact that Professors Dumbledore and Snape had taken so much of their seemingly non-existent time to work on rescuing her. She never dreamed they would be the ones to free her. When she had dared to think about it, she had envisioned Sirius finally letting her go or Remus figuring out a way to circumvent the magic of the room. She wondered how much of their time it had taken to think up the plot to free her, knowing both men were very busy and had precious little time to themselves as it was.

Not that she didn't appreciate finally being free, nor the effort everyone had put into helping her gain her freedom. She just felt she was being more bother than she was worth, especially when time and effort could have been put towards more important things – like helping Harry learn how to defeat Voldemort.

She wondered what had happened with Harry and Ron while she was away. Hermione hadn't allowed herself to think about them while she was captive' every time she had she'd felt an overwhelming sense of doom descend upon her. Now that she was free, she spent much of her time wondering about the boys, Harry in particular – she found thinking about Ron particularly painful and so tried to avoid it if she could.

She found her mind, once again, turning to Harry, and a million questions seemed to explode in her mind. What had he learned? Was he okay? Was Ron a help or a hindrance during the school year? Did the boys keep up with their studies? How did they do on their O.W.L.S.? She remembered Sirius mentioning that Professor Snape was teaching Harry a specialized type of magic – Occlooency, or something similar sounding to that. Sirius had only spoken with her once about this branch of magic during her captivity, and it irked her to no end that she couldn't remember the exact name of it. 'I'll ask Remus the name of it so I can look it up in the library, surely there will be some books that will explain it to me so I can understand it better. Sirius mentioned I used this magic without realizing it, so it must rely on some type of natural talent that must be honed to perfection. If I use this magic naturally, how hard could it be to learn to use it purposefully?' She wondered if Harry had indeed learned this magic, or if Sirius' worries over Professor Snape using this time for teaching as a time for torment had indeed become true. She closed her eyes briefly, remembering Professor Snape hissing like a coiled snake, ready to strike, in her face last night, and shuddered. She fervently hoped Harry was okay.

With alarm, Hermione thought briefly about Draco, wondering if he had said anything to Ron and Harry about their encounter. She was fairly sure he wouldn't, but you never know. Harry could have pushed him too far and Draco may have said something out of spite before he thought about the words that were exiting his mouth. Was he being honest when he said he was sorry for what he did to her? How would he act when he saw her again? She cringed at the thought, hoping against hope that Draco would stay silent and not bother with her. She thought about what they had done, and how, for a boy who was not quite sixteen, he had shown a sexual prowess beyond his years. She frowned a moment, then shrugged. Either Mistress was a very good teacher or Draco was an exceptional pupil. She had no doubt of his intelligence, for she had noticed how well he performed in Potions and his other classes when at school; she'd just never really thought about it before.

Hermione next contemplated Mr. Malfoy and the other Death Eaters. They hadn't been kind to her, true, but she couldn't say they hurt her. Not exactly. They were cruel psychologically, of that there was no doubt, but physically? Well, there was that matter with the Hex game they played, using her as the target, and the animals, and making her contort herself into bizarre positions for their pleasure. What was it with men wanting a woman to get into strange positions during sex? How did that enhance their experience? She shook her head slowly as she thought about the things the men made her do. One thing they never did was harm her enough to send her into labor, and she knew they very well could have. They never went so far that they caused permanent injury or made her lose her sanity. A few times some of the men were actually kind to her. What did that mean? She was always fearful, when with them, that they would eventually cause her to miscarry; after all, a 'Mudblood' such as she was 'polluting' one of their Pure-blood lines, and that just wasn't tolerated. Yet, they allowed her to carry her child to term, which confused her. And the men, though not exactly gentle, were far less violent with her than she ever expected them to be. She remembered when the one Death Eater told Mistress she was getting too rough, and how angry that made her.

Hermione shook her head. She really did need to get out of the habit of calling that evil woman 'Mistress'. She was Bellatrix. Bellatrix Lestrange. And her husband was Rodolphus. He was not her Master. Same thing went for Kreacher. He was no longer her Master. And that went for Sirius as well.

Hermione smiled. The smile was tired, but it showed some of her happy emotions now that she was free from being a slave. And not just any slave - a sex slave. She pushed thoughts of Ron out of her mind as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. She was so tired of crying, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing so at random intervals.

Crookshanks! Hermione hadn't thought about her cat in so long and she now wondered what had become of him. The last she saw of him was at Grimmauld Place. She hoped against hope that the Weasley's had taken him in. She would have to remember to ask about him later on when she saw Remus.

Beginning to pace again, Hermione noticed an odd restlessness about her that had been building up for several hours. She found she couldn't relax, felt the need to be on the move constantly, and felt warmer than usual; indeed, a few times she reached up to feel her forehead, wondering if she had a fever. She had become alarmed a few times that day when her heart abruptly began racing for several minutes at a time, making her feel short of breath and anxious, the frightening thumping in her chest slowly abating as she struggled to calm down and wait out the 'attack'. At one point, she tried to cover her nose and mouth with her nightie, fearing she was having an anxiety attack, but that only made her feel worse.

Hermione also felt an odd sensation in her lower abdomen, making her wonder if it was time for her period to start. She noticed that the odd sensation seemed to increase in intensity when her heart raced which, in turn, seemed to perpetuate her tachycardic rhythm. She didn't feel like she normally did before she began to menstruate with cramping, sore breasts, and the inevitable bout of diarrhea, but she figured that since this would be her first period after having a baby, that perhaps it was normal not to feel quite right. She made a mental note to ask Madam Pomfrey about it when she performed a postpartum examination on her later that day.

Hermione walked slowly over to the empty bassinet and refolded the blankets and clean nappies that were piled around it just so she could expend some of the excess energy she felt coursing through her. Madam Pomfrey had come to take Persimmonie nearly a half hour prior, telling Hermione she was going to have a visitor soon and that the baby would be in the way. She found she missed her baby and felt so terribly alone, longing to hold her daughter as she imagined their new lives together now that she was back at Hogwarts.

She stood, looking about the room with its cold, barren stone walls and floor. A few multi-colored, oblong, braided-rugs (thankfully none in blue!) were thrown haphazardly about the floor, helping warm the room with their gay colors. The lone window, which was in the wall opposite the door, reflected the sunlight about the room in subdued hues of the rainbow. The cots she and her parents slept in – now all made up neatly in Madam Pomfrey hospital style – were pushed up against the walls to provide some room for walking.

Hermione spent a few moments studying the sumptuously stained table and chairs, the set made from ancient, richly-carved oak with a highly polished surface. She took note that the joints, still sturdy due to their old-fashioned craftsmanship, were cleverly hidden due to the decorative carving. The table - sitting directly beneath the window – looked out of place to her and she decided she didn't like it where it was. Hermione grabbed the heavy table and labored to bring it to the center of the room, then put the chairs around it, deciding she liked it in its new home better – it was easier to see out the high window while sitting at the table now even though one had to walk around it to get to the other side of the room. She frowned a moment as she thought about the fact that moving the furniture would have been so much easier if she had her wand back.

Where was her wand, anyway? Was it still in the Blue Room where Master had held her captive?

'I will not call him Master.'

Remus had said that he thought Professor Dumbledore would be able to retrieve her wand from the cabinet where Sirius had stored it. Maybe he already had it in his possession. She hoped so - she missed her wand terribly. Her wand was as much a part of her as Adara was. Hermione sat down quickly, wiping her eyes from the tears that burned and threatened to spill over. Her little Adara was gone. Where was she? Was her body someplace safe? When and where was she going to be buried? Maybe they had already buried her baby without her being present. Would her parents do that to her? Surely not! She took in a deep, shaky breath and looked about the room, trying to occupy her mind with something other than the sad memories that threatened to overwhelm her.

The room she was in was small, and despite the fact that she had cried to Professor Snape about it being so tiny, she was glad to be there. A larger room, such as the infirmary, or even the Hogwarts hallways, were too big for her right now. After being in the hallway last night and having a panic attack, she realized that the larger rooms made her feel lost – as if the vastness were swallowing her whole. Sound carried differently in large spaces and she was dismayed to discover that this phenomenon both frightened and annoyed her. She was also sensitive to the fact that the air in a large space seemed colder – as if it was an alien entity trying to suck the heat from her body like a Dementor would suck a soul from the body of one of their victims.

Hermione shuddered when she thought about being all alone in the hallway and wondered how she had handled it before. She didn't understand how being in the Great Hall, or, indeed, outside, had meant nothing to her at one time – it was hard to believe that a mere year ago none of this mattered to her, and yet she was now perplexed by the discovery that her perception of space seemed so distorted from what she remembered it to be. There had been a time when being outside was a luxury she looked forward to when Sirius took her out – it was something to take the boredom away and make her feel alive again. Now, the thought of being outside of this room perturbed her greatly.

Hermione stood up and looked around the room, trying to decide what to do. Frowning, she looked at the books that were scattered about on her cot. She had attempted to read the books several times that day, but just couldn't sit still long enough to accomplish much, finding herself on several occasions reading and rereading the same passages without comprehension. After a few moments of indecision, she began ambling around the room again, feeling bored and increasingly restless.

Once again, she felt a strange heaviness in her lower abdomen, taking note as it spread down her thighs and into her back. It took a few moments for her to finally, at long last, recognize these feelings as signs of arousal. Once she recognized the symptoms of her unease, it wasn't long before she found herself squeezing her thighs together and moaning in frustration. She longed for Remus to come back to her, impatiently having to wait until he recovered from his transformation into a werewolf as there was a full moon last night. She wondered with increasing anxiety how long it took for him to recover, not recalling how long he had had to be away from her during the previous months full moon.

She smiled when she remembered Remus telling her, just before they showered together for the first time the morning after the babies had been born, that she couldn't bathe until after the next full moon, and that they would be able to “safely gauge when that will be”. He had been so wonderful with her and she missed him terribly – his lovely calm voice and demeanor, his nice warm hands, his smile. Soon, her thoughts turned to her more carnal desires and she began thinking about what Remus' erection looked and felt like, what he could do with his hands and mouth, the things he would whisper in her ear. Hermione's eyes widened as she shook her head in disgust – it seemed that all her thoughts eventually ended up on a sexual note and she was getting annoyed with it. She had finally been rescued from her sexual prison and here she was, thinking about sex.

In an attempt to divert her mind from the signals her body was sending, she tried to think of who this visitor could be that Madam Pomfrey had mentioned was coming, pondering how long it would be before they came. What did they want? Were they going to talk to her, ask her questions, maybe give her some useless advice? She remembered how people on Muggle TV always talked about the victims of a crime going to some type of therapy – maybe that was what this person was: a therapist of some sort. There were Healers who dealt with some type of psychotherapy, weren't there? Hermione didn't know. She wondered if there was a Psychiatric Ward at St. Mungo's full of people needing therapy. She supposed there had to be, surely there were Witches and Wizards who had trouble with life, just like Muggles.

Impatiently, Hermione squeezed her thighs together a few times and wondered if she would be able to get in a quick round of masturbation before this person came. She felt another throb hit between her legs and sucked in a deep breath before letting out a low growl of need. Gods! She wouldn't mind having Master Kreacher's hands and mouth on her right now! Anyone would do at this point.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to imagine Remus, trying to remember exactly how it felt when he touched and caressed her. She could almost hear his voice in her ear when she suddenly saw her father standing before her with a smile, his hands reaching out for her. Hermione's eyes snapped open. 'What's wrong with me? My dad would never touch me like that. Never.'

Hermione leaned forward, her hands on the back of a chair, and closed her eyes, working hard to force the images of her father out of her imagination, only to have Professor Dumbledore enter her mind's eye instead, making her eyes fly open as she quickly stood up in disgust. 'Ewwww! Not him! I said any man but I didn't mean Professor Dumbledore!'

Heart fluttering madly in her chest, Hermione walked over to her cot and lay down, her fingers pulling on her nipples as she did so. She closed her eyes again as she pulled her nightie up, her hands sliding in between her legs. This time she saw Professor Snape, his ugly face with his crooked, yellow teeth slowly lowering down towards the apex of her legs – within seconds she found herself standing up with a grimace decorating her face. 'Why can't I daydream about Remus or Sirius? Why these three men? Or even Bill? Bill would be better than those three!'

Hermione whirled around to look at the door when she heard someone quietly knocking on it. Annoyed, she stomped her foot while letting out a low, feral groan. She felt as if her body was tightly coiled, ready to implode - or explode – she wasn't sure which, due to her untimely, mounting, and irritating arousal. Hermione tried to suppress tears of frustration as she pulled on her Hogwarts bathrobe, quickly sucking on her fingers in hopes she could rid them of the smell of her arousal as she stomped in huffy defiance to the door. Stemming her anger for a moment, she opened the heavy wooden door cautiously, still not sure if she was actually allowed to answer it since her presence was supposed to be a secret.

Her heart skipped a beat and her mood brightened when she saw who stood before her. Yesterday, when he initially came to speak with her, she had been afraid of him, flinching away from him whenever he moved too fast or unexpectedly. After he left, she had a very serious 'talk with herself', systematically cataloging why she should or should not be afraid of him. Indeed, she found no reason to fear him, only reasons to trust him. Despite her mental declaration that Bill was not someone to fear, it still took a while to really let the information sink in so that her heart didn't flutter with trepidation when she thought of him. Now that he was here again, she was glad she had that talk with herself so she could enjoy his visit today and not fear it.

Hermione smiled warmly at him. “Oh, hi, Bill! I wondered who was knocking!”

Bill smiled back. Hermione ogled at him a moment, suddenly realizing she had never truly noticed how handsome he was before. It nearly took her breath away.

“Hello, Hermione. May I enter?”

Jerking out of her daze, blushing because she realized she had been staring at him, she stammered out an apology. “Oh. Oh, yes, um, forgive me, um, forgive my manners. Come in, come in. I, uh, I didn't know it was you who was coming to visit today.” Hermione hastily stepped back so Bill could enter.

“You knew someone was coming to pay you a visit?” Bill asked as he hesitantly took a step into the small room. He had noticed Hermione's sudden infatuation with him and was now wary of being alone with her. He was used to being stared at by girls due to his natural good looks, he just never had to deal with Hermione being the one doing the staring. One thing he had always liked about her was that she never had a brainless crush on him like other girls her age did. He knew she acknowledged he was handsome, but then she seemed to dismiss it as not being as important as his personality was. And she left it at that. At least, she did before today.

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey told me,” Hermione answered as she quietly closed the door. She looked at Bill nervously, hoping his sense of smell wasn't as acute as Remus'. Or that he didn't notice how she had just stared at him like a star-struck teen, all idiotic and googly-eyed.

Bill nodded as he looked around the room, taking note that the table and chairs were now in the center of the room instead of where they were last night. “How are you feeling today, Hermione?”

“Oh, I'm all right, I guess. I just feel a little restless. And nervous for some reason. I don't know why.”

“Hmmm.” Bill eyed Hermione critically, wondering what her restlessness represented. He noticed her pupils were dilated, then looked around again and figured it was due to the room not being very well illuminated. He frowned, sure he could see traces of drying tears on her cheeks and reached up to wipe them away thoughtfully. “Have you been crying?” He was pleased to see she didn't flinch away from him like she did last night.

“Oh, um, a little.” Hermione reluctantly pulled away from Bill's fingers and turned away when she felt her heart beginning to race, an uncomfortable flushing sensation suddenly overwhelming her. “It's nothing, really.”

Bill quietly followed her into the room as he rubbed his fingers, moistened from her tears, together without thinking. He gave another cursory sweep of the room, taking in the neatly made cots, his eyes pausing when he caught sight of the frilly bassinet with pink trim, wondering if Hermione had a baby sister he wasn't aware of. Silently, he studied the young girl before him, realizing there was much about her he didn't know. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew better than to quiz her and delve for information he had not been appraised of by Albus – if the headmaster wanted him to know everything, he would have offered the information to Bill himself. Bill firmly believed that Albus withheld information for a reason and wasn't going to overstep his bounds by prying just to assuage his own curiosity. He didn't want to risk losing the old man's trust, so he kept to the matter at hand.

“Hermione, has anyone explained to you why I came to see you yesterday?”

“Um, no. I was kind of wondering. Yesterday you said you were looking for some spells, and then began muttering under your breath as you walked around me making intricate wand movements. I didn't recognize any of the wand movements you were doing or what you were saying, though I did feel some tingling at times. Twice I felt like the air was moving through me, it felt odd, but not painful.”

Bill nodded slowly as she described what she felt. “Do you recall what my profession is?”

“Um, it was a, I mean, you're a Curse-breaker, right? Do you still break curses for Gringotts?”

Impressed, Bill smiled as he sat in a chair at the table, motioning for Hermione to sit with him. “That's right. You have an excellent memory, Hermione.” Bill waited for Hermione to sit before continuing. “Professor Dumbledore asked me to examine you. He specifically wanted me to look for any curses that may have been cast upon you. He worried that some of your responses to people may have been curse-induced.”

“Oh.” Hermione looked at him quizzically. “My responses to people?”

Bill sat back and cleared his throat, his hand going up to tug at his earring, not sure how to proceed. He decided to circumvent her question with information he felt would be less distressing to her, planning to work his way towards the subject of her being a curse-induced sex slave. “Do you recall the collar that I removed from you?”

Hermione, sitting with her hands in her lap, nodded slowly. Bill was concerned when he noticed her near constant fidgeting, her fingers twisting and untwisting the tie to her bathrobe as well as her shifting in the seat.

“That was placed upon you to keep you from running away from the person who took you.” Bill suddenly felt a shiver coarse through his body as warmth spread rapidly through him, starting at his core and working peripherally. He frowned when this happened, not sure what had just occurred. Briefly, Bill's eyes darted about the room as he unconsciously looked for the perpetrator of a spell that caused the physical reaction he just experienced. Soon though, his attention was brought back to the girl before him when she spoke – her reply taking him by surprise.

“Yes, I know. Sirius told me that when he put it on me.”

Bill froze momentarily when Hermione mentioned Sirius, but said nothing. His mind was reeled with the implications of her reply. 'Sirius? Did she say Sirius? Oh, fuck. This is worse than I thought. Holy shit!' He clearly remembered Sirius arguing in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, when he and Mad Eye had nearly dueled, furiously denying that he was the one who took the girl. 'Bastard. So he was the one to take her after all.'

“Well,” Bill shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “the collar contained some pretty Dark Magic. When I removed it from you, I was able to break the spells contained within it.”

Unconsciously, Hermione rubbed her neck. “That was when the bright light flared, wasn't it? And when I felt the burning?”

“Yes. When certain spells are broken, they release themselves as energy. The heat and light were examples of that.”

“Okay.” Hermione nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that makes sense. Kind of like when Harry described stabbing Tom Riddle's diary with the Basilisk fang?”

Bill nodded. “Excellent analogy, Hermione. I'm glad to see you understand the concept.” Bill reached up, his fingers gently pulling her chin up so he could inspect her neck. “I see Madam Pomfrey was able to take care of your burns. I'm sorry you were hurt like that.” He lowered his hand down to her neck, rubbing it lightly where he knew the burns had been.

“Oh, it's okay, Bill.” Hermione blushed demurely, her head cocking to the side and her shoulder coming up as his thumb stroked her jawline. “Madam Pomfrey had said there wouldn't be any scarring, and it looks as if she was right. She applied some type of paste to the burns last night and this morning.” Hermione stifled a whimper when Bill moved his hand away. “At least that thing is off of me. My father was overjoyed when he found it gone.”

Bill chuckled. “I'm sure he was.”

After a moments silence, the pair listening to the breathing of the other, Hermione asked timidly, “So, what does that collar have to do with curses that I might have on me?”

Bill took in a deep breath and leaned forward, his head down as he laced his fingers together. Uncomfortable as he was with the subject, he forced himself to look up as he informed her of her infliction. “There is a strong possibility that the person who took you may have put some, uh, sex curses on you. Curses to make you more compliant with their wishes.”

Frowning, Hermione sat back, her heart seeming to skip a few beats as she furrowed her brows with disbelief. “Sex curses?”

Bill nodded as he forced himself to keep his eyes on her, struggling to keep from looking away with embarrassment. Briefly, he wondered if he should have brought Madam Pomfrey or Minerva in with him due to the sensitive nature of the subject he was being forced to discuss with Hermione. Albus reassured him several times that he didn't need them with him, but now he wasn't so sure. He knew Albus wanted to minimize the number of people who were fully aware of what had happened to the girl, but he was sure this situation warranted the presence of another female. “Yes. Sex curses.”

“To make me, um, to make me do things I didn't want to do?”

Bill nodded gravely. “Yes.”

Hermione sat still and thought about this. She remembered worrying that some type of curse had been put on her when she became aroused at times she definitely did not want to be or knew she shouldn't have been. Times when she was afraid or even in pain. 'Sirius wouldn't do that to me, would he? I thought he liked me the way I was.' Her hand came up to rub her neck again. 'Would that make me think of my daddy like I have been since I've been free? And, ick, Professor Snape and Dumbledore? Kreacher, too? And those times I thought about Dobby?' Hermione looked up at Bill. 'Maybe that's why my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest right now. And why I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin. And that feeling I have between my legs, it's not simple arousal, is it? Could that be my problem? Is that why I responded to Mistress Bella like I did? And to Draco? And the others? Would Sirius do that to me?'

Bill sat uncomfortably and watched as Hermione digested what he was telling her. He wished more than ever that Albus had allowed Minerva or even Hermione's mother to help him tell her all of this instead of leaving it for him to do alone. It just didn't seem right. Especially when she looked so... restless right now. Bill swallowed nervously.

“He also worried that you may have other curses or spells upon you and wanted me to try and identify them.”

“He did?” Hermione gasped as she brought her hands up, covering her mouth with her fingers. “Did you?”

“The answer is yes, to both questions.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, Hermione squirming as she watched Bill, who was now determinedly looking down at his hands, with great interest. Bill suddenly became uncomfortably aware of the fact that Hermione was clad in her sleeping attire, something that hadn't bothered him in the least last night.

“Hermione, I was able to identify a curse that causes a type of non-waking night terror. The spell, Amnoctis Formidonis, would take any nightmares you were having and allow you to respond to them physically, then make you forget you had them. The spell usually causes the nightmares to escalate, or worsen, increasing the victims terror. This, in turn, makes the person more violent during the night terror episodes.”

“Sirius and Remus both said I was having nightmares and throwing myself around, but I never remembered any of it. They said I kept climbing into an armoire and hiding from big green monsters. I don't remember any of that, not at all. I didn't believe them at first, and until now, I still didn't believe them even though I knew they wouldn't lie to me. Especially Remus.”

Bill stared at Hermione until she finally said, “What?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, nothing.” Bill's mind was still reeling from her mentioning Remus. 'Surely Remus wasn't in on the kidnapping of Hermione, was he? Surely not. No.' “Uh, well, what you describe is exactly how the curse works. The victim actually doesn't remember anything about the terror episodes and those around them must deal with the victim as they thrash around. Victims will often injure themselves and others in their efforts to get away or defend their person.”

“I didn't know I had that curse on me. But I suppose I wasn't supposed to, was I? I was never hurt though, maybe Sirius healed me each time before I woke up.” 'I feel awfully hot.' Hermione was uncomfortably aware of the throbbing sensation between her legs coming back, its intensity increasing slowly though steadily. She wiped some hair from her face with quivering fingers as she watched Bill intently.

“Hermione, why do you keep mentioning Sirius?”

Hermione sat back and covered her mouth with trembling fingers, her eyes wide and fearful. “Oh, oh, I wasn't supposed to do that, it just came out, I wasn't thinking!”

“It's okay, Hermione. Calm down, okay? You aren't in trouble for mentioning him.”

“Oh, well, I don't think I'm supposed to, uh, mention his name or anything because, um, because...”

“He's the one who kidnapped you?”

Hermione paled, then looked down as she nodded, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

Not sure why he repeatedly felt compelled to do so, Bill reached out and wiped away her tears in an attempt to comfort her. “Hermione, it's okay, I promise. You just need to be more aware of what you are saying before you blurt it out. I want you to work on not saying his name anymore, to try and practice with me so that you can get used to not mentioning his name. You'll really need to be careful around Harry, now won't you? And once you go back to school, you'll have to be very careful of that, am I right?”

“Yes, yes, that's right.” Hermione looked up with a gasp. “I'll be allowed to come back to Hogwarts?”

“Well, I just assumed you would. I didn't talk to Albus, uh, Professor Dumbledore about it or anything, like I said, I just assumed you would go back to school.”

Elated, Hermione bounced slightly in her seat, her nipples becoming even more erect as they slid against the rough cloth of her nightgown. “Oh! I hope I can! I want to come back so much! I've been afraid that, you know, because of Persimmonie, and that I'm not married, that I wouldn't be allowed to.”

“Persimmonie?”

Hermione blushed. “Oh, um, you don't know about her?”

Bill shook his head slowly. “No, is that a person's name?”

“Persimmonie is my daughter. Um, right now, Madam Pomfrey has her. She came in and told me someone was coming to visit and then took her out of the room.”

Bill sat back sharply. “You had Sirius' baby?”

“Well, yes, um...” Hermione paused as she struggled to keep from crying over Adara. A few more tears slid from her eyes and, concerned, Bill reached over to wipe them away. He glanced down at his fingers briefly before looking back at her, then looked questioningly at his fingers again. “But, well, Persimmonie isn't his.”

Bill looked up at her, confused. Absently, he rubbed his fingers together, barely conscious of a slight tingling sensation as her tears dried while he tried to make sense of what she just told him.

“I don't understand, Hermione. What do you mean?”

“It's kind of complicated, Bill. And I'd rather not talk about it.” Without thought, Hermione slowly untied her bathrobe, allowing it to fall open as she fanned herself.

“Okay, okay, sure.” Bill brought his hands up and looked at them, turning them about so he could examine them from all angles. “I understand.”

Curious, Hermione watched Bill inspecting his hands. “Thank you.”

Again, they sat in silence for a few moments. Hermione chewed on her lower lip, squirming, while Bill gave her furtive glances as he tried to think of how to continue the conversation without feeling the need to hide his face. He didn't know why he was so uncomfortable with this situation; he felt he should be able to deal with this clinically and in a professional manner and was disappointed with himself for feeling and acting the opposite.

Out of the blue, Bill sat up and took in a startled breath as he felt the uncomfortable fluttering of his libido course through him; he closed his eyes and concentrated on quashing it back into control, wondering why his body was suddenly responding erotically. Warily, Bill looked at Hermione, now truly worried over how professional he would be able to remain. He wondered if the knowledge that he was in a closed room with a curse-induced sex slave was affecting him more than he realized. Determinedly, Bill took in a shaky breath and waited until his heart rate began to slow down.

Hermione startled slightly when Bill sat up suddenly and took in a sharp breath. 'Why is he acting like that? He's uncomfortable being around me, isn't he? I bet he knows about what I did with Sirius and the Death Eaters and is disgusted with me. Does he know about Kreacher and the other house elves? Oh, I hope he doesn't! Please say he doesn't!'

“Ba-back to the Amnoctis Formidonis. I was able to safely remove it yesterday. That was when you heard me mumbling under my breath and had the sensation of air moving through you. Now you won't be plagued with anymore night terrors. If you do have a nightmare, it'll be normal and you won't go climbing out of your bed and running around in fear. You won't have to be watched while you sleep.”

“I had to be watched?” Reaching up with trembling fingers, Hermione unbuttoned the yoke of her nightgown and pulled it open.

“Yes, because you were a danger to yourself and others.” Bill watched her for a moment, self-consciously eyeing her cleavage before raising his hand and jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Perhaps we need to open the window?”

“Yes, that would be good, I'm awfully hot.”

Bill quickly stood and walked over to the window, glad for the excuse to put some distance between him and the adolescent girl. After unlocking and opening the old stained-glass window, he turned and saw Hermione eyeing him with great interest. He decided it was best if he stayed where he was - he wasn't so sure he liked the way Hermione was looking at him, and he was very sure Fleur wouldn't like it either. Attempting to appear nonchalant, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms while placing one booted ankle on top of the other.

“I was a danger?” she asked softly, her voice wavering slightly.

Bill nodded. “It's typical for people afflicted with that particular curse to run around in a vain attempt to hide from the monsters and murderers within their dreams, fighting anyone that gets near them.”

“Oh.” Hermione looked unsure, her mind briefly connecting the fact that she would get violent during these nightmares and that Remus said she was having a nightmare when she was rescued. Why was that important?

“Anyway, that was one of the curses I found on you. Then there are the sex curses that I had mentioned.”

“Yes? Will you be able to get rid of them as well?” She paused as she looked down at her hands, thinking. She looked up at him quizzically. “What, exactly, do they do to me?”

“I'll give you a very brief overview, okay?” Hermione nodded, her eyes big. Bill took in a big breath and let it out slowly. There was no mistaking Hermione's libido going into overdrive, and he was the target. Best to explain it all to her quickly and then get on with trying to break the curses. He had no doubt he'd be able to fend her off, even if it meant stunning her, knowing she didn't need to be cognizant of the process in order for him to successfully break the curses. He just hoped it didn't come to that.

“Sex curses are exactly what you'd expect, Hermione. They will either make your body respond sexually with the people around you – whether you want to or not, or they'll make you seek out people to have sexual intercourse with.”

Blushing, Hermione hid her face behind her hands and lowered her head down to the table. “You mean, like a lust potion?” 'That's what's wrong with me! That's why I'm so horny right now, isn't it? Gods, where's Remus? I need him so badly right now!'

“Similar, though the symptoms usually aren't as blatant. At least, not right away.”

“Oh, my god! Oh, my god! That's what's wrong with me!” Hermione shot up, her chair skidding behind her and nearly falling over. Tears running down her face, she bolted around the table and grabbed Bill's hand as he tried to pull back from her in shock. He was unprepared for her sudden and explosive reaction to this news and froze for a few seconds when she ran towards him, only trying to pull away after she had his hand in hers. “Please! You need to remove that curse! Or curses! You said there was more than one curse, didn't you? Please, Bill, remove them! Please!”

Bill felt a sudden wave of distress engulf him at the sight of Hermione's frantic tears. “Calm down, Hermione, calm down. That's exactly why I'm here, okay?” He reached up with his other hand and wiped away the tears as they slowly slid down her face. “Albus asked me to come and remove the curses from you, sweetie. And that's exactly what I'm going to do, hon. Okay? Don't worry about it, I'll take care of everything.”

“Oh! Oh, good! Oh, please, Bill! When will you get rid of it? I've been feeling so... I mean, I've been struggling to keep... I mean...”

Bill smiled cautiously. “I know, the requirements of the curses haven't been met and you're starting to feel them.”

“Yes, I guess so. I mean, I feel like such a bad girl, and it's because I've been cursed?”

Bill looked at her thoughtfully as he once again felt his body responding to the girl. He went to pull his hand out of hers but she held it tight. “It certainly looks that way. However, the way you're acting worries me because it normally takes a few days without intercourse before you would show symptoms.”

“It does? What symptoms? How am I acting?” 'If only he'd touch me with his other hand.' She blushed. 'Oh, I guess that's what he means. How embarrassing.'

“Hermione, surely you're able to discern the fact that you are sexually aroused...” Bill paused as he struggled to think of the right words to say, “and that you are directing your desires towards me?”

Her blush deepening, Hermione looked down at the hand she held. She fought an inner battle with herself: she knew she should release him, but she didn't want to let his hand go. Instead, she desperately wanted to guide it to some of the more intimate places on her body. Places that now throbbed for his touch. Now that she was in physical contact with him, she seemed to lose her ability to think straight. It seemed as if her will power had flown right out the window Bill was standing next to. Shaking, Hermione clutched his hand between hers, whimpering in her confusion as she struggled to do what was right. She finally lost the battle and pulled his hand against her chest, desperately wanting to feel the warmth of his hands on her, wanting to feel them sliding along her body and cupping her breasts, her nipples aching for his touch. 'Oh, Bill! I wish you'd touch me! I know I'll feel so much better if you would only touch me! Please, touch me!'

Bill cleared his throat while he struggled to act clinically removed. Nervously, he noted the pounding of her heart thrumming against her chest, his trembling fingers catching every beat. Weakly, he tried to pull his hand away, only to have her fingers clutch his wrist even harder, holding him in place. “Uh, I know it's a personal question, Hermione, but I need to know how long it's been since you've, uh...” 'What the fuck am I doing? I should pull my hand away from her! Who's physically stronger in this situation? This is ridiculous! I need to get out of here before this goes any further! I need to pull my hand away! Come on, Bill, pull your hand away from her fucking chest! One... two... three... pull! Shit! Come on, man, pull your hand away!'

“Had sex? Oh, I don't know. It was with Remus, I think the other day.” She closed her eyes and pushed the flat of his hand against her chest while also pushing down on his wrist until his hand slid down slightly. She felt her heart skip a beat as she took in a deep breath and exhaled huskily while telling him, “I think.”

Bill stared at her, his mouth hanging open for a second before he cleared his throat again His dick gave a monumental twitch as he felt his knees go weak. “Remus? But, I thought, I thought...”

“It's complicated, Bill.” Not letting go of his hand, she shrugged out of her bathrobe and stepped even closer to him. She could feel the trembling of his fingers as they pressed against her, felt the pulse at his wrist quickening as she clung to it, and felt his respirations deepen as his breath swirled around her. Looking up, she saw his eyes slowly wander down to her breasts, and smiled. She knew her nipples were erect and probably jauntily showing through her nightie, and she was pleased to see he noticed. Carefully, Hermione pushed his hand down further as she watched him lick his lips a few times, a bead of sweat on his upper lip making her want to stand on tip-toe so she could lick it off and taste it, taste him. She very much wanted to show him what she could do with her mouth, not just with her body. She took in a deep breath and pushed her breasts forward, hoping he found her more enticing as she did so.

When she stepped up to him, Bill immediately became aware of her scent, his increased awareness of her arousal causing his body to thunderously react in kind. His dick was now beyond the twitching stage and quickly becoming prominent enough to cause discomfort as it grew within the confines of his pants. His eyes slowly lowered down from her face and stopped when he saw her very pert nipples jutting through her nightgown. Guiltily, he thought about the fact that he wanted to see what was under that blasted nightgown, thinking that those nipples looked delicious enough to eat. Without thinking, Bill licked his lips as he contemplated what else he could do with those tits, thinking about the fact that they were far bigger than Fleur's and would be more fun to play with. He couldn't help it, but his eyes lingered on her breasts as he watched Hermione, with great fascination, take in slow deep breaths. 'Lordy, why can't Fleur have tits like that?'

“I, uh, Hermione...”

“Yes, Bill?” Hermione's voice was breathy, throaty, and served to arouse Bill even more. He thought he'd spurt before she finished saying his name.

“How, uh, how, how often do you, um, normally have sex?” 'Come on, Bill! Think! What are you doing, man? Get away from her!' “What I mean is, uh, have you ever, uh, gone a few days, you know, without, uh...”

She emitted a low-pitched and throaty, “Fucking?” as she finished his sentence for him.

Watching him carefully, Hermione was pleased to see Bill's eyes shoot up to look at her as she took another step closer and easily slid his trembling hand down so it cupped and molded itself to her breast. He looked upon her, she saw, with a mixture of surprise and lust – the latter intensifying by the moment. She smiled encouragingly when she realized he was no longer struggling to keep from touching her and relaxed her grip on his wrist. Elated, she slowly licked her lips and took in a deep breath so her breast moved under his hand, her nipple sliding against his palm. Her nipples ached horribly for his touch, the throbbing between her legs continued to intensify, and she thought she'd go crazy if he kept denying her her needs.

Bill could feel her oh, so hard nipple jutting through the fabric of her nightgown and pushing into the palm of his hand. Hesitantly, he squeezed his fingers slightly and was pleased to feel how soft, yet firm, she was. 'So young, so fucking young.' He slowly moved his hand down until he literally held the weight of her breast within his palm, then slid his thumb up and circled her nipple a few times. He felt her pushing against him, her back arching slightly as her arms slid behind her, seemingly clearing the way for his exploration.

Suddenly feeling powerless and unable to stop the progression of the situation at hand, Bill closed his eyes and nodded in response to her question as he slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over that wonderfully erect nipple; he found himself imagining his lips around it as he sucked it deeply into his hot mouth. Initially, he was surprised when he felt her milk release, his eyes shooting down to look at his moist fingers, a sudden new desire forming within him, nearly overwhelming him with the compulsion to lean down and suckle from her. Fascinated, he watched the milk soak her gown, his fingers becoming wet with her essence. Slowly, he brought his hand up and licked his quavering fingers before bringing his hand back down to caress her, his left hand coming up to cup her other breast.

Hermione murmured seductively, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the excitement on Bill's face grow with each whispered word. “I'm used to having sex several times a day, Bill. I've gone soooooo long without being properly fucked. So, so long.” She flicked her tongue against his neck. “Far too long. Will you take care of me, Bill? Please, Bill, take care of me. Touch me with your hands and your mouth and your body. Please, Bill. Make me feel good.” Hermione's lips were against Bill's neck as she darted her tongue out and licked him before beginning to suck on him, his low growl of approval bringing a smile to her lips.

Bill slid his hands down her body until they rested on her bum and began to massage it as his lips came down to hers. Uncertainly, he touched her lips with his own before he surged forward, all hesitation gone. Instantly, they opened their mouths, both impatient to take in and share, their erotic moans being swallowed by the other. Bill jerked her nightgown up until he felt the flesh of her bum with his hands; satisfied for the moment, he began kneading her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and sliding his fingers between them as he pushed her against his now painful arousal.

Hermione's hands slid down his sides, then slid between them so she could mold her fingers around his erection and rub her palms up and down the thing she wanted most. She began feeling for the buttons of his pants, slowly unbuttoning them and working to release him, intending to give his cock her full attention when it was free from its confines. She finally worked her hands into his underwear and wrapped her fingers around him as he gave out a loud moan of want. His hands grabbed at her nightgown and tore it from behind as he shoved himself against her belly, desperately wanting to shove his dick into other places far more satisfying and tight and so fucking warm.

Suddenly, Bill saw Fleur's face in his mind's eye, crying and hurt from his indiscretion, which finally gave him the mental strength to jerk back from Hermione and push her away. Both stood, gasping, highly aroused, and monumentally confused - Hermione because he had pulled from her, Bill because he was responding to her in a manner he knew he shouldn't – she was underage, a curse victim, a friend, and now his client.

“Bill?”

Bill looked down at his quaking fingers and rubbed them together, then lifted them up and sniffed. “Hermione, h-has Professor Snape ta-taken any samples of your tears? Or, or your breast m-milk?”

Hermione stepped closer to Bill, slowly closing the gap between them. “My tears? Um, no. He scraped the inside of my mouth, took some skin from my inner arm, cut some of my hair off, and, um...” Hermione blushed as she smiled at him coyly. “He, um, made me put some of my secretions from my private parts onto a piece of glass. Maybe I didn't get a proper sample. Maybe you could help me get him another sample, Bill. I'd love it if you would help me do that.” She took another step forward, closing the gap between them.

“Shit.” Bill grabbed hold of Hermione's shoulders and pushed her back, working to keep her at arm's length as he went to turn. “I'll, I'll be right back, okay?”

“But wait! Aren't you going to remove this curse from me, Bill? Please?” Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. “You have to get rid of it, Bill! I've been having naughty thoughts about people around me! Professor Snape and Dumbledore, even my father!”

Bill tried to pull his hand out of her clutches, but she held on tightly, her arms moving with him as he tried to jerk himself free. He looked down at her, an internal battle raging within him. 'This must be the curse I don't recognize. I touched her tears and felt a sudden emotional warming towards her along with that strange warmth that spread through my body. And that tingling I felt. Is it a curse, though? Or the effects of a potion? Were other men affected by it? Surely they have been, but did they notice the tingling? Or is it only me due to my training? I need to get out of here before she draws me in and I lose complete control of myself. I've done enough damage for right now. Damn it all to hell! I never should have come in here alone, no matter what Albus said!'

“Hermione, I HAVE to get out of here. I'll explain it to you later, okay? After the curses are removed, you'll be able to think clearly and be better able to understand what's going on.” He succeeded in yanking his hand from her grasp and backed away slowly, his hands held up in front of him with his palms towards Hermione as if warding her off.

“I don't understand, Bill.” Hermione's voice became husky once again as she spoke slowly, enunciating each word with growing heat. “I thought you were here to help me, Bill.” She tilted her head down but looked up at him, her flirtatious eyes partially hidden by her hair as she gave him a seductive smirk. “Maybe it would be better for you if you found out about the curse first hand, Bill. Maybe you could do some experimenting of your own. I don't mind being your test subject, Bill. I'd love it, truly, I would. Maybe an exhaustive examination to thoroughly check my body for any marks of a curse would be best?”

Bill watched breathlessly as she bit her lower lip, then sucked it into her mouth and slowly released it. “Don't leave me, Bill. Don't leave me all alone.” Hermione pouted provocatively. “I thought you were here to remove these curses you mentioned, Bill.” Hermione's hands slid along her belly, then slowly came up to knead her over-sensitized breasts, Bill's eyes glued to them as he watched her rubbing herself and tweaking her nipples. He stared with undisguised fascination as the wetness from the release of her breast milk thoroughly soaked the front of her nightgown. Licking his lips again, he imagined the milk dripping down her body, wetting it, making him want to use his tongue to lave it off of her, to... Bill shook his head in horror, trying to clear his mind.

“I-I-I-I am, Hermione, I sw-swear I am. I'll get rid of the curse, I promise. But I, I need to go get, uh, get a chaperon, okay? Someone who can ma-ma-make sure nothing happens b-between us.”

Hermione briefly stopped advancing on him, though her hands continued their intoxicating pulling and tugging, Bill unable to tear his eyes away. “What do you mean?”

“Hermione, damn it, we were just kissing and groping each other!” Bill tried to lift his eyes, tried to look at her face, but he found he couldn't. He watched, mesmerized, as her hands worked her tits through her wet nightgown. He could now clearly see the outline of her breasts, the wet cloth leaving nothing to the imagination. Bill sniffed deeply and found he was now able to smell her milk and the musky scent of her arousal. Bill closed his eyes and released a groan of mounting frustration.

“I, I can't allow that. This. I can't.” Bill took in a deep breath, again being assaulted by her scent, further weakening his resolve even as he struggled deep within himself to find the inner strength to fight what was happening to him, to them. “I can't allow this to happen. I can't. You aren't in control of yourself due to the curse, or potion, or whatever it is that has overcome you. I have to be the responsible party.” Bill opened his eyes, this time able to look her directly in the eye as he continued to struggle to gain control of himself. He couldn't believe he had lost control of the situation so thoroughly and so damned quickly. What the fuck happened? Why wasn't he pulling out his wand and stunning her? That's all he had to do. Then he could safely remove the curses. It would be so simple. Yet his wand remained sheathed, his hands never responding to his desperate internal demands to grab it and stun her. “Don't you understand?”

“I only understand we want each other. We need each other. I need you, Bill. I need you so very much. I want you, Bill. I want you sooooooo, so much.” Hermione paused a moment to give a tiny look of hurt. “Don't you find me attractive, Bill?”

Hermione took a step towards him and he jerked back clumsily, his spellbound eyes reluctantly lowering down to watch her delicate hands as they busily touched and pulled and prodded exactly where he wanted his own hands to be. He could almost feel his hands sliding along her smooth, oh so fucking wet body.

Bill's cock gave a mighty twitch, almost as if remembering how her hands felt when they were busy with it and trying to give him a painful reminder; indeed, his dick seemed to have a mind of its own and Bill felt as if it was hard at work, working overtime to shut down the reasoning center of his brain. He found he couldn't think straight, couldn't seem to get his befuddled brain to make the proper synaptic connections to help him get out of this predicament. On the other hand, his dick seemed to have a clear understanding of the direction it wanted things to go and had taken total control of the situation. Bill had the strange and uncomfortable feeling that his dick was making all of the decisions for him, leading him down a one way track to ruin and it didn't care, not in the least. The only care in the world his cock had at the moment was being firmly sheathed within Hermione, and his mind was finding it harder and harder to dredge up why that would be a bad idea.

“Of course I do, Hermione. It's not that I don't find you attractive. Not in the least. I find you unbelievably attractive. You have no fucking idea how much I, how much I want to, I...” Bill stopped talking when he found himself backed up against the wall, his back forcefully hitting the solid stone as he continued to step away from the sex-crazed girl before him. He was dimly aware that he was only a few feet from the door, only a few feet from the escape he desperately sought. Blindly, Bill tried to reach for the door handle, unable to tear his eyes from Hermione's hands as they continued to knead her breasts and pluck her nipples, his hand never finding purchase on the handle.

Bill's eyes widened when Hermione languidly reached down and daintily grabbed the hem of her gown, slowly standing as she pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing her unexpectedly curvaceous body to him. He didn't even register when she dropped the white material of her nightie, allowing it to flutter down to the floor, as his eyes scanned her body hungrily. Bill didn't realize how curvy she was - her hips were nicely rounded, her barely convex belly just the way he liked it. A woman whose belly was flat, or heaven forbid, sunken, made him think of prepubescence and starvation – a hint of roundness brought about thoughts of vivacious health and maturity. Her tits, heavy with milk, gave promise of a delectable banquet if he chose to take advantage of it. His cock twitched again as if to say, “You bet your life we'll take advantage of it! Won't we Bill? I said, won't we?”

Nodding absently, Bill licked his lips as he tried to swallow, his eyes roaming up and down her flawless form - her body was indeed very, very wet as it glistened with her milk and showed off all her curves to their fullest potential. He watched her fingers tweak her nipples, watched as more milk squirted in little jets and ran down her hands and body. Abandoning the idea of reaching for the handle of the door, Bill gulped as he slowly reached down to rub his aching cock, his pants still open from her previous exploration; each step he had taken away from her slowly allowing them to inch down precariously until they barely hugged his hips and threatened to cascade down and pool around his ankles.

Hermione continued walking towards him and grabbed the hand he still held out in front of him, clutching it with both hands, still wet with her milk, as he weakly tried to pull it out of her grasp. When she spoke, her tone was low and inviting as she brought his hand up to her mouth. “I thought you wanted to help me, Bill.”

Bill closed his eyes as her tongue traced along his palm and outlined his fingers; he let out a moan as she wetly sucked a few into her mouth. The girl's mouth was so warm and her tongue was doing things Fleur obviously didn't know how to do. It was maddening.

“Hermione, please. I need, I need to get out of here.” His voice was weak, non-committal.

Bill opened his eyes just as Hermione lifted her hand from her breast and brought it up to his mouth while sucking him hard at the same time. He could feel the tip of her tongue wriggling between his fingers while, at the same time, the flat of her tongue molded itself to the contour of his fingers and vacillated minutely. Closing his eyes again, he sniffed her hand briefly before releasing a low moan, then flicked his tongue out, tasting her milk again. It tasted so good, soooooo fucking good. Slowly, Hermione slid her fingers into his mouth so he could suck the milk from her. She smiled as she sucked his fingers even deeper into her mouth and hummed, her tongue working hard, silently promising what it could do for him elsewhere. Bill opened his eyes slowly, his will to fight her now gone. They both sucked on each other for a few seconds, picking up a rhythm as they looked deeply into each others eyes. Slowly, Hermione pulled back on his fingers, releasing him with a wet pop.

“I want you to stay with me, Bill. Please?” She began wetly sucking his fingers into her mouth, one by one, her tongue flicking against each before she moved with agonizing slowness on to the next.

“Gods,” was all Bill could shakily whisper in reply.

Bill closed his eyes briefly as she pulled her fingers from his mouth and stepped against him, his legs now spread wide for her. He made one last weak attempt to push her away, but was met with a giggle from her as she pushed his hands down over her breasts where they seemed to belong, where they fit perfectly, her nipples ready for his exploration. His fingers hesitated for barely a heart beat before becoming busy, making those lovely rosy peaks leak more of her essence until he felt its warmth running along his hands and down his arms.

Bill opened his eyes again when he felt her fingers fluttering against his member, feeling the heat and pressure of her hands through his clothes, her palms becoming more insistent as she manipulated him expertly, making his knees weaken until he was shakily struggling to keep upright. He looked down and saw that Hermione's pupils were dilated, her breath sweet, and her lips deep pink from her arousal. He lowered his hands, sliding them down until he held her hips firmly, not letting go. Her nipples slid against his chest as she breathed in, her lips warm upon his as she flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth, and his dick was nearly ready to explode as she pushed against him and rubbed herself in little enticing circles while also giving his cock the best damned massage he had ever experienced with those surprisingly nimble fingers of hers. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he felt those wonderful nimble fingers pulling on his pants, finally exposing him fully, her fingers deft and knowledgeable as she handled him.

Bill struggled to keep breathing as she worked his shaft to near completion, then slowed down until he was nearly ready to beg her to keep going. He'd never had a woman manipulate him with such expertise before; the girl seemed to know exactly what to do to paralyze him so he couldn't stop her from touching him even if he wanted to. He nearly fainted when she lowered herself down to her knees, her mouth finally making good on its promise, showing him exactly what it could do for him – and it didn't disappoint.

Bill began to moan, then to beg – he begged her not to stop, begged her to continue, fucking begged her to keep doing what she was doing as he fisted his hands in her hair and pushed and pulled on her – faster, faster, faster – his hips working in tandem to heighten his pleasure. Then, maddeningly, she would slow, just as he was ready to explode within that hot little mouth of hers, his hands struggling to force her to continue with its rhythm as she loosened her suck and pulled back, using her hands on his thighs to help slow his momentum. Groaning, he looked down as she smiled and licked him with that tantalizingly pink tongue of hers, licking as if he were a tasty lollipop that she was enjoying immensely.

“Gods, Hermione, don't stop. Please, baby, don't stop.”

Smiling slyly, Hermione pursed her lips and slowly engulfed him again; her wet, warm mouth sucking him in completely as he gave out a long, desperate, sighing moan. Bill reared his head back, clutching her hair, his legs pulled apart as far as he could safely get them, barely aware of the fact that his pants were no longer around his ankles and his boots were missing, his buttock muscles quivering and tight as his hips worked back and forth with the pace she set with her mouth. He could feel the tip of his penis hitting the back of her throat, and for a crazy moment he wondered if she still had her tonsils, not sure if that was why she seemed able to contour herself around him snugly as she deep-throated him so fucking satisfyingly.

'Gods, no fucking gag reflex does this girl have. Thank you, thank you to all the gods there ever were and ever will be. Oh, fuck, Hermione, keep going, baby, keep fucking going.'

Hermione seemed to enjoy tormenting him, speeding up and slowing down to prolong his agonized excitement as he continued to beg her to keep going, his voice becoming increasingly tight and hoarse with each passing moment. Bill stood with his shoulders and upper back against the wall, feet spread far apart, planted a foot from the wall with his back arched and his rocking hips pushed forward as the girl gobbled him mercilessly. His hands went from grabbing at her hair to scrabbling at the wall behind him to clutching and pulling at his hair and back again as she continued her torment upon his person. He lost complete track of time as the girl suckled him, his face and body contorting with the pleasure and pain of her experienced explorations.

To Bill's dismay, she suddenly released him with a loud pop, then blew on his member and flicked along him with her tongue as he panted and whined for her to keep going, to go back to what she had been doing so fucking admirably well. Smiling, she looked up as she wetly licked him several times from base to tip before tonguing his meatus, gyrating deeply with the tip of her tongue. He nearly cried when she circled his head a few times with masterful strokes before going back to wetly licking him firmly with the flat of her tongue, her fingers massaging his balls as she teased him to near completion before backing off. She continued this torture until he finally cried out, “Gods, Hermione, please!” - his voice tearful, desperate, and tight as he fought to keep from losing complete control of himself,

Smiling, Hermione came up slowly as her fingers and lips and tongue teasingly worked their way up his body, her hands pulling on his shirt as she came up, pulling it over his head as she stood until they faced each other, both now naked, panting together in barely repressed, animalistic excitement. Bill's hands began to roam over her body, his eyes wide with desire, and she sensed he was ready to take her the way she wanted.

Slowly, Hermione leaned forward and licked along his neck, kissing the love-bite she had given him earlier, before standing on tip-toe to kiss him. Bill brought his hand up and held her head in place as he pulled her body against him with his other hand, his arm snaking around her, not giving her the option to pull away. They kissed for several moments, Bill's member between them as they moaned and writhed and groped each other, fueling their passion to nearly impossible heights. Finally, Hermione broke their kiss, her lips tracing along his jaw before taking in and sucking on his earring, her tongue coming out to flick his ear. Bill groaned when he realized she was saying something to him, and he didn't need to hear her say it twice.

“Please, Bill, fuck me.” The words, whispered hotly into his ear, pulsed through him as he forcefully grabbed and lifted her up, preparing to push himself into her as she obediently wrapped her legs around him.

Growling loudly, Bill turned, pushing her against the wall as he reached behind her, using his fingers to guide himself to her entrance. Finally, thankfully, he was able to slide within her very wet, very hot tunnel with a satisfied grunt, a feral growl coming from the girl as he entered her. He thought he'd go mad as she rhythmically squeezed herself around him, tightening herself for him, making him feel as if she were pulsing around him.

“Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck, Hermione, fuck.”

“Bill, you feel so good, so good. Please, Bill, please, don't stop.” Hermione grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so she could kiss him, sucking his tongue into her mouth while also using her legs to push herself down so he slid deeper within her, his hips grinding against her as he slammed her into the wall.

“Not on your fucking life,” he growled into her mouth as he powerfully bucked into her a half a dozen times.

They kissed for a moment more before Bill pulled back, moving his head down and biting her neck as she gave out a shuddering gasp while extending her neck for further exploration. Growling, Hermione fisted her hands in his hair and used them to push Bill's head down while pulling herself up, pushing her breasts into his face. Bill listened to her as she moaned, “Please!” a few times while wriggling and squirming determinedly in his arms, forcing him to tighten his grip on her in an effort to prevent her from tumbling out of his grasp. He eyed the tits she was jiggling so enticingly in front of him, his mouth watering for a proper taste as she begged him to take her in. He sniffed, savoring her fragrance before he opened his mouth and leaned forward, his tongue coming out for a taste.

A moment's hesitation, a tense moment where she could feel the swirl of air around her breasts as he exhaled, her aching nipples becoming harder with each breath he took until he finally licked and began to mouth her enthusiastically. Her body reacted instantly when he sucked her in, her back arching and hips bucking against him as she gave out a great moan of want and need, his name becoming incorporated into the moan. Her crying out of his name made him suck her harder, his mouth wetly going from breast to breast as she pulled his hair back and forth in the direction she wanted him to go. She could barely contain herself when she felt her milk let down and saw the pleasant surprise on Bill's face as he began sucking on her harder, taking more of her in as he greedily worked to slake his thirst.

Hermione suddenly pulled back on his hair, pulling his mouth away from her, her nipple coming out of his mouth with a loud pop. She lowered herself down and kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, as she lifted her hips and pushed back down on him, squeezing her muscles as hard as she could.

She broke the kiss and moved her lips to his ear, her tongue flicking against him before whispering, “Please, Bill, fuck me. Fuck me, now. Fuck me hard. Ram yourself into me, Bill.” She sucked on his neck before flicking her tongue against him, then hissed, “Please, Bill. Now, pleeeeeeaaaaaase!”

Bill growled as he turned and walked her over to the table, lowering her down so he could have at those tits and fuck that cunt properly. He lowered his mouth down to her belly and began licking her milk off, working his way up to her breasts until he finally clamped his mouth down around a nipple and SUCKED her milk out. Her milk squirting out in great pulsating waves, her fingers coming around her breasts to hold them steady for him as she undulated under him while he moved from nipple to nipple, working to suck her dry. Hermione continued to buck beneath him, her legs wrapped securely around him, pushing him in and out of her while he concentrated on her tits, her constantly hissed, “Please, Bill... Oh, yes, Bill... Oh, more, Bill...” ringing through the room and heating him up beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

Finally, Bill began to push himself in and out of her, his rhythm quickly picking up the pace until he was slamming himself against her, her breasts forgotten as he concentrated on that one area of his body that felt as if he would die if it didn't explode within her soon. Their thighs slapped together with each forceful plunge, Hermione's breasts jiggling before Bill's eyes, her milk oozing out and splattering about with his efforts to relieve his aching cock within her. The heavy table moved slightly with their rocking bodies as they groaned and moaned, Hermione's fingers digging into Bill's back as he continued to blindly ram himself into her.

Hermione met each plunge of his with a corresponding snap of her hips. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him within her, to feel him moving in and out, to experience the friction as she neared orgasm. She began begging him to go harder, go faster, her fingers coming up to work her nipples mercilessly as she squirmed beneath him in an attempt to find just the right stimulation to bring her over the edge. A few moments later, the build up of energy was finally released from within, and she gave out a great shuddering cry, arching her back and squeezing her thighs. Her over-sensitized clit brought her to another climax as Bill continued to slam into her, the hair on his mons providing the perfect friction and his rhythm seemingly perfectly timed to her body's needs as she convulsed through a series of orgasms.

Neither of them heard the gentle knock on the door, or paid attention when it opened slowly. Only when the door thundered closed and someone began to yell did either of them become aware of their surroundings.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

At the sound of the familiar voice, Hermione fought out of the orgasmic fog that had overtaken her and looked over Bill's shoulder. Giving a cry of joy, she tried to disengage herself from the man who was sheathed within her while also possessively surrounding her body with his own. Even though Bill felt absolutely heavenly within her, she knew deep within herself that he wasn't the one who would offer her the constant relief of her emotional and physical torment that she so desperately needed. She wanted to be with him now that he was here, and suddenly no longer wanted anything to do with Bill.

Bill, in the throes of ecstasy, took longer to realize there was a third person present in the room and didn't recognize Hermione's struggles as those of one seeking freedom; her wrestling with him to pull away merely worked to fuel the primitive part of his brain as his hands tightened on her in their attempt to hold her still until he could finish. Bill barely registered when a heavy hand descended upon his shoulder just as he began to deplete himself within the girl, a great feral cry of satisfied release finally being forcefully vociferated from deep within his innermost being. Only after he finished ejaculating deep within her in great explosive spurts did he realize someone was trying to pull the girl out from under him.

Finally able to gain some semblance of control, Bill looked around, looking for the source of disturbance. His eyes grew wide as he groaned with a mixture of anger and embarrassment when he saw who was trying to pull them apart. The man's grip was like iron on Bill's shoulder as he impatiently tugged on him with great strength, working to pull him off of the girl. Reluctantly, Bill pulled out of a now tearful Hermione and allowed her to be removed from his grasp.

Taking a step back, Bill struggled to get his bearings before backing away completely and hastily gathering up his clothing from the floor. He pulled his pants up and began to clumsily button them with trembling fingers before tugging his shirt back on.

Bill then tried to ready himself for the inevitable confrontation that he sensed was coming, not sure how physical this would become.

With a near-hysterical Hermione securely pinned against the wall behind him, his fists balled up with perilously repressed fury, Remus stood tall as he glared murderously at Bill.

“I said, what the hell do you think you're doing, Bill?”

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Author's notes, you may freely skip:

Amnoctis Formidonis – A combination of the Latin words “amnesia nox noctis formidonis” which means Amnesia Night Terror...
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I want you to remember that – way back in chapter 30 - I had said the shower scene with Snape, who was Polyjuiced to look like Remus, would be important. Remember how much she wanted to have sex with him? How she threw herself at him? This equates with that scene, though on a bigger scale. For those of you who don't get it – Hermione was showing signs of the curse or potion in question when Severus was Polyjuiced to look like Remus. Things went along a little smoother with Severus than it did with Bill because Bill was far more reluctant to engage in a sexual relationship with her. But, that's not the only reason why the shower scene was important. The other reason will come up in a later chapter.
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Cool dementor drawing:
http://www.elfwood.com/~ebenskm1040/Dementor.3454896.html
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While doing a search for Sirius Black, I came across this site:
http://abduzeedo.com/deviantart-colors-black
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While doing a search to see if the word 'convexity' was a real word (it is, but not in the way I wanted to use it), I came across these pages (which I thought interesting) [The internet is so much more cool to cruise around now-a-days, when compared to, say, to ten or fifteen years ago]:
http://public.cranfield.ac.uk/c5354/teaching/dip/opencv/manual/ref/opencvref_cv.htm
http://www.learningradiology.com/archives04/COW%20128-Coarctation/coarctcorrect.htm
http://www.bcm.edu/radiology/cases/pediatric/text/1-desc.htm
http://www.scholarpedia.org/article/Figure-ground_perception
http://www.onlythewindknows.net/blog/
http://www.mathpuzzle.com/convex.html
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And, while looking up to see how to spell googly-eyed, I came across:
http://www.craftycrafty.tv/2008/05/googly_eye_purse.html
http://gadgets.boingboing.net/2009/02/22/googly-eye-clock.html
http://skulladay.blogspot.com/2008/04/310-googly-eye-skull.html
http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e397/takeitatthepeak/?action=view¤t=googly.jpg
http://swelldesigner.blogspot.com/2008/10/spooky-googly-eyed-crafts.html
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