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Another Death by Polyjuice
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*****
Another Death by Polyjuice
“Can you imagine? Soon it will be summer, and when we come back, all the visitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be gone and it’ll just be another normal year.”
Hermione skipped and chattered as they crossed the lawn.
“Oh, are you going to miss your precious Vicky?” Ron sneered as Harry knocked on Hagrid’s door.
Hermione blushed and looked down.
“Well, he is very nice, and he wants to stay in touch and . . . “
“Oh, I bet he wants to touch you, alright,” Ron muttered angrily.
Harry interrupted.
“He’s not answering. But there’s noises coming from inside.”
Ron peered into the window.
“Well, there’s movement—whoa!”
Hermione and Harry joined him and both gasped. Madame Maxime was lying naked on Hagrid’s bed, her hips floating in the air, as Hagrid leisurely kissed his way down her body.
“Invisible air cushion?” Hermione guessed.
“The change in angle . . . “ but shushed when the boys elbowed her.
The students watched the mating couple silently. The idea of leaving didn’t even occur to them.
“Uhhh . . .” Ron muttered as the blood rose in his cheeks (and flowed to other places as well).
A simultaneous gasp arose from the three when Hagrid moved to the end of the bed and shifted into a kneeling position.
“It must be a foot long and three or four inches in diameter!” Hermione said.
“Of course, that makes sense considering he’s twice as tall and four times as wide . . .”
Ron interrupted her with a groan.
“Just stop, Hermione, just stop,” he said as Hagrid began to pump into the half-giantess.
*****
Hermione giggled as she warded the door to her Head Girl room.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she laughed as she pounced and pinned Ron to the bed.
He rolled them over and pulled her hands over her head.
“This is going to be entertaining. My naughty Hermione, going wild and crazy and breaking all the rules,” Ron teased with a soft smirk.
“We’re not technically breaking any school rules. Except fornication in a dormitory . . .”
Hermione bit her lip.
Ron hurriedly kissed her and began to run his hands up and down her sides before she began thinking so much.
“Do you really think it will fit?” she murmured.
“Well, we can get a fist inside with lots of lubrication. Hagrid’s cock should probably fit inside you okay,” Ron said reassuringly. “But we don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
“Oh, I want. Now,” she purred as she began to unbutton his shirt. “Let’s get these clothes off of you. We don’t want them to strangle you or to be ripped apart, now do we?”
“I rather get YOUR clothes off.”
Ron gave her a playful leer and an eyebrow waggle as he removed her shirt and pressed kisses into her shoulder.
“Oh! Let me get the blindfold. Just because we’re trying out Hagrid’s body doesn’t mean I actually want to see him!”
Soon, Hermione was on her back on the bed in nothing but a blindfold. Ron kneeled in front of her while holding a vial, and ran his free hand down Hermione’s chest.
“Here goes,” he murmured as he tilted his head back and drank the potion.
He made a face at Polyjuice’s foul taste and felt his skin begin to stretch and bubble. He threw the vial aside and slid his enlargening fingers down Hermione’s stomach, ghosting them over her clit, and began to stroke her labia.
“How does that feel?” he asked as he felt a slight pulling in his chest.
“Mmmm, warm and large and – protected? I feel cherished. Don’t stop.”
Ron began to feel lightheaded, but shook it off. He bent his head and gave a tentative lick to her lower lips with his now enormous tongue. Hermione gasped and her hips rose off the bed. He slid his tongue inside her as he continued to stroke and pet his girlfriend with his hands as she writhed.
Drawing breath became more difficult and he felt even dizzier than before, and not just from lust. He wrenched his head away and returned his fingers to her wet cunt as he tried to draw a deep breath. Soon, he stopped his motions completely.
“Ron?”
He gave a soft gasp and fell to the bed.
“Ron? Ronald?!?”
*****
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger. His body didn’t have enough mass to support a transformation to such a large creature. This caused massive organ failure. He reverted back to his regular form when he passed, but his insides are so – um, distorted – that there was no way to resuscitate and heal him. We did return his skin to normal though—we thought you and his family would appreciate that.”
Hermione turned away, sobbing and wracked with guilt. How could she have missed something that HUGE in her research? She had read Moste Potent Potions, Advanced Potions-Making, and Magical Drafts and Potions FIVE times each, and had read every other reference in the Hogwarts library about the Polyjuice potion.
“The insufferable know-it-all doesn’t know it all, I see,” sneered Snape from behind her.
“Special modifications to the potion must be made for drastic . . .”
Snape paused, and then emphasized his next word.
“ . . . increases or decreases in size, for changing into an animal, or for changing into a part or whole magical creature.”
Hermione made a small choking sound, but didn’t turn around.
Snape let out a sigh and took pity on her.
“The modifications were initially proposed in Potions Monthly in May 1974, and were further discussed in November 1978, July 1983, and January 1990. However, the . . . relevant issues were er, rendered unfit for use and have never been replaced. Filch has quite the obsession with bestiality.”
She gave the softest of snorts, but didn't move.
“Tell me Miss Granger, have you ever made love . . . centaur-style?”
Hermione’s head snapped up and she stared wide-eyed at Professor Snape.
He regarded his beautiful and infuriating student for a moment, then sneered, turned, and walked away as Hermione stared at the back of his head.
*****
Another Death by Polyjuice
“Can you imagine? Soon it will be summer, and when we come back, all the visitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be gone and it’ll just be another normal year.”
Hermione skipped and chattered as they crossed the lawn.
“Oh, are you going to miss your precious Vicky?” Ron sneered as Harry knocked on Hagrid’s door.
Hermione blushed and looked down.
“Well, he is very nice, and he wants to stay in touch and . . . “
“Oh, I bet he wants to touch you, alright,” Ron muttered angrily.
Harry interrupted.
“He’s not answering. But there’s noises coming from inside.”
Ron peered into the window.
“Well, there’s movement—whoa!”
Hermione and Harry joined him and both gasped. Madame Maxime was lying naked on Hagrid’s bed, her hips floating in the air, as Hagrid leisurely kissed his way down her body.
“Invisible air cushion?” Hermione guessed.
“The change in angle . . . “ but shushed when the boys elbowed her.
The students watched the mating couple silently. The idea of leaving didn’t even occur to them.
“Uhhh . . .” Ron muttered as the blood rose in his cheeks (and flowed to other places as well).
A simultaneous gasp arose from the three when Hagrid moved to the end of the bed and shifted into a kneeling position.
“It must be a foot long and three or four inches in diameter!” Hermione said.
“Of course, that makes sense considering he’s twice as tall and four times as wide . . .”
Ron interrupted her with a groan.
“Just stop, Hermione, just stop,” he said as Hagrid began to pump into the half-giantess.
*****
Hermione giggled as she warded the door to her Head Girl room.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she laughed as she pounced and pinned Ron to the bed.
He rolled them over and pulled her hands over her head.
“This is going to be entertaining. My naughty Hermione, going wild and crazy and breaking all the rules,” Ron teased with a soft smirk.
“We’re not technically breaking any school rules. Except fornication in a dormitory . . .”
Hermione bit her lip.
Ron hurriedly kissed her and began to run his hands up and down her sides before she began thinking so much.
“Do you really think it will fit?” she murmured.
“Well, we can get a fist inside with lots of lubrication. Hagrid’s cock should probably fit inside you okay,” Ron said reassuringly. “But we don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
“Oh, I want. Now,” she purred as she began to unbutton his shirt. “Let’s get these clothes off of you. We don’t want them to strangle you or to be ripped apart, now do we?”
“I rather get YOUR clothes off.”
Ron gave her a playful leer and an eyebrow waggle as he removed her shirt and pressed kisses into her shoulder.
“Oh! Let me get the blindfold. Just because we’re trying out Hagrid’s body doesn’t mean I actually want to see him!”
Soon, Hermione was on her back on the bed in nothing but a blindfold. Ron kneeled in front of her while holding a vial, and ran his free hand down Hermione’s chest.
“Here goes,” he murmured as he tilted his head back and drank the potion.
He made a face at Polyjuice’s foul taste and felt his skin begin to stretch and bubble. He threw the vial aside and slid his enlargening fingers down Hermione’s stomach, ghosting them over her clit, and began to stroke her labia.
“How does that feel?” he asked as he felt a slight pulling in his chest.
“Mmmm, warm and large and – protected? I feel cherished. Don’t stop.”
Ron began to feel lightheaded, but shook it off. He bent his head and gave a tentative lick to her lower lips with his now enormous tongue. Hermione gasped and her hips rose off the bed. He slid his tongue inside her as he continued to stroke and pet his girlfriend with his hands as she writhed.
Drawing breath became more difficult and he felt even dizzier than before, and not just from lust. He wrenched his head away and returned his fingers to her wet cunt as he tried to draw a deep breath. Soon, he stopped his motions completely.
“Ron?”
He gave a soft gasp and fell to the bed.
“Ron? Ronald?!?”
*****
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger. His body didn’t have enough mass to support a transformation to such a large creature. This caused massive organ failure. He reverted back to his regular form when he passed, but his insides are so – um, distorted – that there was no way to resuscitate and heal him. We did return his skin to normal though—we thought you and his family would appreciate that.”
Hermione turned away, sobbing and wracked with guilt. How could she have missed something that HUGE in her research? She had read Moste Potent Potions, Advanced Potions-Making, and Magical Drafts and Potions FIVE times each, and had read every other reference in the Hogwarts library about the Polyjuice potion.
“The insufferable know-it-all doesn’t know it all, I see,” sneered Snape from behind her.
“Special modifications to the potion must be made for drastic . . .”
Snape paused, and then emphasized his next word.
“ . . . increases or decreases in size, for changing into an animal, or for changing into a part or whole magical creature.”
Hermione made a small choking sound, but didn’t turn around.
Snape let out a sigh and took pity on her.
“The modifications were initially proposed in Potions Monthly in May 1974, and were further discussed in November 1978, July 1983, and January 1990. However, the . . . relevant issues were er, rendered unfit for use and have never been replaced. Filch has quite the obsession with bestiality.”
She gave the softest of snorts, but didn't move.
“Tell me Miss Granger, have you ever made love . . . centaur-style?”
Hermione’s head snapped up and she stared wide-eyed at Professor Snape.
He regarded his beautiful and infuriating student for a moment, then sneered, turned, and walked away as Hermione stared at the back of his head.