The Bad Potion

“Hahahahaha, you’ve got to be kidding!” Ginny laughed, rolling over on the bed, “Snape!? Really? Oh, this is too much!” The ginger girl absolutely failed to contain her laughter, clutching her sides and gasping for air.

“I didn’t bring you here to laugh at me!” pouted Hermione, “I hoped that, as my friend, you would at least be a little more contained. Maybe even offer to help. But I can see that’s too much to ask!” And with that, Hermione turned away from her friend.

“Aww, come off it, Hermione,” Ginny began, trying to placate her friend, “you know I’m just teasing. But I mean, really. You did…that with Snape? You have to admit, it does sound a bit ridiculous!”

“I know,” said a clearly embarrassed Hermione, “but it’s not like I had a choice! According to the book, the accident a few days ago made it so that I was instantly attracted to the first person to say my name. And it just happened to be Snape. And, what’s even worse, the book says that every sexual encounter, both with me or someone else, will prolong and worsen the effects.” Hermione looked down, trying to hide the tears starting to well up in the corner of her eyes.

Ginny sat there for a minute, trying to think of a way to comfort her friend. The longer she thought, though, the worse the tension grew. Finally, eager for a way to break the ice, Ginny opened her mouth to speak. “So…how was it?”

“How was what?” Hermione asked nervously

“You know, IT.”

“No, I don’t know ‘it’. How was what?”

Ginny breathed a sigh of frustration. She knew she would have to just come out and say it. “How was sucking Snape’s dick?”

“Ginevra Weasley! How could you?! What kind of question is that?!”

Ginny ducked her head and blushed. “I’m just curious okay! I’ve never gone that far with a guy before. And I have to admit, I’ve had one or two fantasies about Snape. It was just a question; don’t kill me.”

Hermione looked at the shy girl sitting on the bed. Although the question was outrageous, Hermione did understand her friend’s curiosity. She let out a sigh and reluctantly answered Ginny’s question. “It was …okay, I guess. It felt weird at first, but by the end, I was actually enjoying it.”

Ginny’s eyes lit up at Hermione’s openness. “Really? Wow. How big was he? Could you fit the whole thing in your mouth? Did you get him off? Did you swallow? How did it taste? I’ve heard it’s salty! Did it turn you on? Did you cum too?! Did you-“

“Woah, woah. One at a time!” interrupted Hermione, laughing. Ginny sat mesmerized as Hermione answered each of her questions. Hermione, now completely relaxed, felt as open as can be, answering with graphic detail. As Ginny sat listening, she could feel a tingling sensation creep up her back. The more Hermione described, the clearer Ginny’s mental image became. The more Ginny thought about it, the worse the tingling sensation became. It confused her at first, but finally, it dawned on her: Hermione’s story was making her aroused. Ginny tried to block out the feelings, but the harder she tried, the worse they became. Soon, Hermione’s voice faded into background noise as all Ginny could concentrate on was the images in her head.

These thoughts did not disturb Ginny. In fact, she found them rather natural. First of all, she already knew Snape was attractive, so that wasn’t unusual in the slightest. And as far as Hermione went, Ginny had always thought her friend was beautiful, but for the first time, she was seeing more than that. Ginny really saw Hermione’s strong, yet feminine, facial structure; her shapely breasts; and her long, flowing legs. Not to mention that Ginny already knew Hermione had an ass to die for. Ginny had never thought of Hermione in a sexual way before, but now that she knew Hermione was capable, it wasn’t remotely a stretch of the imagination. And Ginny was perfectly aware that she was a young girl with budding sexual interest, so the idea of doing “it” with another girl wasn’t beyond her comprehension. In fact, the idea excited her.

Finally, Ginny interrupted Hermione. “Hey, sorry, I know this is an odd question, but does the book say anything about people becoming the object of your desires other than the original person? You know, just so we can prevent any unfortunate accidents.”

“Yes, actually,” started Hermione, a bit confused by the young girl’s question. Hermione opened the book lying next to her and began reading “it says that any kind of sexual contact with another person besides the original person could have similar, if not the same effects. But that’s kind of vague, isn’t it? What do you think it means by ‘sexual contact’? It could mean anything from sex to a pat on the ass. Or what if someone brushed my tit with their shoulder? That technically qualifies as…sexual contact…what do…you think…Ginny?” The brunette girl’s speech began to slow as a cloud filled her mind. Hermione’s focus on the book had kept her from noticing the tiny, pale hands that were now lightly massaging her breasts.

The sensations rolling through Hermione’s body made it difficult for her to concentrate. She dumbly looked to the source of the hands: the redheaded girl sitting behind her. “Ginny…Wha?” was all she could manage before a moan forced its way out. “Shhh…” soothed Ginny, “just let it happen. You’ll enjoy it. And it’ll be over soon enough.”

Hermione attempted to protest, but it came out as nothing but another moan, this one lower and deeper than before. Ginny smirked as her plan unfolded. She used this new confidence to push forward, sliding her hand down Hermione’s stomach.  Hermione fought, but, unable to make sentences, she simply shook her head back and forth.

“Oh, Hermione, don’t give me that,” Ginny teased, “I know how much you want this. Your panties are already soaked. Your body is screaming to let this happen, so why don’t you just relax and enjoy the ride.”

Hermione gave an internal sigh. She knew Ginny was right. The potion’s effects had already begun to sink in. Her body had begun gyrating in time with Ginny’s movements. It was too late.

“Are you ready?” Ginny asked with a smirk, her fingers poised to plunge into Hermione’s waiting pussy. Hermione gave a small whimper and slowly nodded her head. With a quick movement, Ginny’s fingers dove into Hermione’s waiting folds. Hermione gasped. Her whole body arched forward as pleasure shot through her like lightning. Her body took over, freeing her mind from any and all responsibility. She began panting wildly, grinding herself against Ginny’s hand. Ginny’s eyes and smile widened as she watched her helpless friend. Hermione’s body began moving faster and faster, grunting and moaning. Hermione’s cries grew louder and louder, until her entire body shook and she let out a loud scream.

Hermione’s body relaxed, slumping forward off of the bed. She landed on her hands and knees, still audibly panting. Ginny, afraid that fun may have gone too far, leaned forward to get a good look at her. “Hermione?” she asked gingerly, “are you alright?”

At the sound of Ginny’s voice, Hermione’s head shot up and whipped around to look at the red-headed girl. There was a look of pure lust in Hermione’s eyes.

Ginny smirked.