Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
45,446
Reviews:
17
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Currently Reading:
4
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Research
Disclaimer: This is my first try at writing anything like this, and my first submission to AFF. It will involve a changed Hermione and multiple people. At times, she'll be female, others a hermaphrodite, sometimes even a tentacle demon. This will also include non-consensual and some sorta messed up sex acts. If you are offended by any of this, don't read. Also, if you recognize anything, I don't own it. That means characters, ideas and places. Oh, final note, this is going to be a Granger with Power story, as in Hermione is going to be seriously OP by the end. Oh, and it starts slow, but it will get juicier later. No sex this chapter.
Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
Chapter 1: Research
Dark thoughts clouded the mind of one Hermione Granger as she stalked through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the direction of the library in the late evening of a gloomy Saturday.
I am sick and tired of this. Am I seriously the only virgin in seventh year? It's not my fault that everyone looks at me and sees a plain, flat-chested bookworm. I'm thinking about the future, rather than my looks or anything frivolous. Now Harry's taken care of Voldemort, a lot of those morons seem to be playing musical beds, it's hard to keep track of who's bonking who. And I'm sick of being looked down on. Well, by the end of the year, I will lose my virginity and no one will ever mistreat or look down on me again, no matter what I have to do.
As she arrived at the large doors into the library, she swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and gripped the ethereal, silver cloak in her left hand tighter. She was about to do something she never did on her own. She was about to break the rules. She entered the tome filled room and waved warmly to Madame Pince, receiving the same in turn (something Madame Pince did for a very select few). She kept the pilfered invisibility cloak hidden as she shuffled off to the History of Magic section. Most of the school was at the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match, but a number of N.E.W.T. level students had bunkered down in the library. Most of them would remain until curfew. At that time, enough people would be leaving the place that the librarian wouldn't notice Hermione wasn't. She slipped the cloak over her head and waited.
Three hours later, Hermione was glad she had chosen a comfortable spot, because even here her ass was falling asleep. At last she heard Madame Pince clear her throat.
“Attention students! The library is now closed. Please return to your dormitories.”
She heard the standard movements of teenagers evacuating an area, followed by the sound of the door being closed and locked. Waiting a few minutes more to be safe, she quietly made her way to the Forbidden Section.
Four hours of searching through the Forbidden Section's rather disturbing literature had turned up nothing that would allow the frustrated muggle-born to take control of her life. She punched the shelf nearest herself and was rewarded with a throbbing pain in her hand. The ancient bookshelf wobbled and she grabbed and steadied it, and in doing so noticed another book, hidden on the very top of the shelf. Building up a pile of books, she stepped up and grabbed the tome.
“Hogwarts: Unabridged by...Rowena Ravenclaw!?”
She quickly opened the dusty cover and stared at the first page of text.
“Congratulations on finding this book, as it is everything I know about Hogwarts and the grounds including all the secet places we four included; from the Kraken's Grotto in the lake to Helga's Corridor of Solitude to my very own Room of Requirement and Whispered Library. You hold in your hands the amassed secrets of this school.”
Hermione was awestruck at what she had inadvertantly found; a compendium of hidden places. As she glanced through, she listed off the few she knew about until she came to a bit on the Whispered Library.
“The Whispered Library is a place of my own creation, hidden deep in the bowels of the castle, it is where I stored all the knowledge I deemed too great and/or dangerous for students.”
A satisfied smile crossed Hermione's face as she replaced the other books she had taken down.
Following the instructions in the book led Hermione to a statue of a Sphinx in a seldom used corner of the ground floor. Grabbing the statues nose and tweaking it caused it to come to life.
“If you wish access, you must answer my riddle.”
“Alright.” The statues feminine face was lit with a sly smirk.
“Almost everybody needs me, but almost nobody takes me, even when I am needed. What am I?”
After puzzing over it for a few minutes, Hermione brightened.
“You're advice.”
“Enter.” With that, the wall beside the statue slid up to reveal a long, narrow staircase. A quick lumos allowed her to see as she descended.
When at last she reached the bottom, obviously below the foundations of the school, she was awestruck at the collected knowledge contained therein. There was also a rather comfortable looking chair off in the corner. She browsed for a bit to find a promising book, then sat down and cracked it open.
A couple of hours later had her realizing just why Ravenclaw had hidden the books here. Much of what she had found was very powerful, and some of it dark. Some of the books were titled and written in unknown alphabets. As she placed this next book back on the shelf, she noticed something. A large tome with a crystal set in the centre of the cover. The crystal glowed dimly in the light of the chamber and seemed to react to her attention, as though it wanted her to read it.
Picking up this strange book, she could feel the hum of a barely contained energy in the pages. When the cover was lifted, the pages were revealed to be filled with a script consisting of inhuman looking symbols, which quickly rearranged themselves into English for her.
“The tome in your hands is one of great power. It can grant it's reader power, control, their heart's desire. It contains rituls to change the caster into a being far greater. It is suggested one has time and a clear mind.”
The last line reminded Hermione that it was late. She glanced at her watch. It 5 o'clock in the morning. She snapped the book shut and dashed back to Gryffindor tower in an effort to get some sleep. she was allowed to sleep in once in her life, she would wake up and perform the ritual in the afternoon. She also vaguely remembered that she had to return Harry's cloak.
It was around 1:30 by the time she woke up, and 2 o'clock by the time she was fed and ready to make herself greater.
Back in the secret library, she picked back up the crystal adorned book and opened it further.
“The reader has a choice of which tannar'ri to become. The choices are the Kyton, powerful and tricky; Erinyes, furious and strong; Vrock, master of the skies; and Bezekira, who cannot be ignored. Any of the choices will lead to great power. When the choice is made, touch the crystal and repeat the name of the choice twice, followed by Erohim Noltas Malefic”
Powerful and tricky, furious and strong, master of the sky, or can't be ignored. I think I want people to stop ignoring me so...
“Bezekira...Bezekira Erohim Noltas Malefic!”, as the last syllable left her mouth, the previously noted energy in the book discharged into her hand and quickly spread through her body, quickly becoming an intense pain and, with a scream, Hermione Granger lapsed into unconsciousness.
Hermione Granger: Lady of Lust
Chapter 1: Research
Dark thoughts clouded the mind of one Hermione Granger as she stalked through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the direction of the library in the late evening of a gloomy Saturday.
I am sick and tired of this. Am I seriously the only virgin in seventh year? It's not my fault that everyone looks at me and sees a plain, flat-chested bookworm. I'm thinking about the future, rather than my looks or anything frivolous. Now Harry's taken care of Voldemort, a lot of those morons seem to be playing musical beds, it's hard to keep track of who's bonking who. And I'm sick of being looked down on. Well, by the end of the year, I will lose my virginity and no one will ever mistreat or look down on me again, no matter what I have to do.
As she arrived at the large doors into the library, she swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and gripped the ethereal, silver cloak in her left hand tighter. She was about to do something she never did on her own. She was about to break the rules. She entered the tome filled room and waved warmly to Madame Pince, receiving the same in turn (something Madame Pince did for a very select few). She kept the pilfered invisibility cloak hidden as she shuffled off to the History of Magic section. Most of the school was at the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match, but a number of N.E.W.T. level students had bunkered down in the library. Most of them would remain until curfew. At that time, enough people would be leaving the place that the librarian wouldn't notice Hermione wasn't. She slipped the cloak over her head and waited.
Three hours later, Hermione was glad she had chosen a comfortable spot, because even here her ass was falling asleep. At last she heard Madame Pince clear her throat.
“Attention students! The library is now closed. Please return to your dormitories.”
She heard the standard movements of teenagers evacuating an area, followed by the sound of the door being closed and locked. Waiting a few minutes more to be safe, she quietly made her way to the Forbidden Section.
Four hours of searching through the Forbidden Section's rather disturbing literature had turned up nothing that would allow the frustrated muggle-born to take control of her life. She punched the shelf nearest herself and was rewarded with a throbbing pain in her hand. The ancient bookshelf wobbled and she grabbed and steadied it, and in doing so noticed another book, hidden on the very top of the shelf. Building up a pile of books, she stepped up and grabbed the tome.
“Hogwarts: Unabridged by...Rowena Ravenclaw!?”
She quickly opened the dusty cover and stared at the first page of text.
“Congratulations on finding this book, as it is everything I know about Hogwarts and the grounds including all the secet places we four included; from the Kraken's Grotto in the lake to Helga's Corridor of Solitude to my very own Room of Requirement and Whispered Library. You hold in your hands the amassed secrets of this school.”
Hermione was awestruck at what she had inadvertantly found; a compendium of hidden places. As she glanced through, she listed off the few she knew about until she came to a bit on the Whispered Library.
“The Whispered Library is a place of my own creation, hidden deep in the bowels of the castle, it is where I stored all the knowledge I deemed too great and/or dangerous for students.”
A satisfied smile crossed Hermione's face as she replaced the other books she had taken down.
Following the instructions in the book led Hermione to a statue of a Sphinx in a seldom used corner of the ground floor. Grabbing the statues nose and tweaking it caused it to come to life.
“If you wish access, you must answer my riddle.”
“Alright.” The statues feminine face was lit with a sly smirk.
“Almost everybody needs me, but almost nobody takes me, even when I am needed. What am I?”
After puzzing over it for a few minutes, Hermione brightened.
“You're advice.”
“Enter.” With that, the wall beside the statue slid up to reveal a long, narrow staircase. A quick lumos allowed her to see as she descended.
When at last she reached the bottom, obviously below the foundations of the school, she was awestruck at the collected knowledge contained therein. There was also a rather comfortable looking chair off in the corner. She browsed for a bit to find a promising book, then sat down and cracked it open.
A couple of hours later had her realizing just why Ravenclaw had hidden the books here. Much of what she had found was very powerful, and some of it dark. Some of the books were titled and written in unknown alphabets. As she placed this next book back on the shelf, she noticed something. A large tome with a crystal set in the centre of the cover. The crystal glowed dimly in the light of the chamber and seemed to react to her attention, as though it wanted her to read it.
Picking up this strange book, she could feel the hum of a barely contained energy in the pages. When the cover was lifted, the pages were revealed to be filled with a script consisting of inhuman looking symbols, which quickly rearranged themselves into English for her.
“The tome in your hands is one of great power. It can grant it's reader power, control, their heart's desire. It contains rituls to change the caster into a being far greater. It is suggested one has time and a clear mind.”
The last line reminded Hermione that it was late. She glanced at her watch. It 5 o'clock in the morning. She snapped the book shut and dashed back to Gryffindor tower in an effort to get some sleep. she was allowed to sleep in once in her life, she would wake up and perform the ritual in the afternoon. She also vaguely remembered that she had to return Harry's cloak.
It was around 1:30 by the time she woke up, and 2 o'clock by the time she was fed and ready to make herself greater.
Back in the secret library, she picked back up the crystal adorned book and opened it further.
“The reader has a choice of which tannar'ri to become. The choices are the Kyton, powerful and tricky; Erinyes, furious and strong; Vrock, master of the skies; and Bezekira, who cannot be ignored. Any of the choices will lead to great power. When the choice is made, touch the crystal and repeat the name of the choice twice, followed by Erohim Noltas Malefic”
Powerful and tricky, furious and strong, master of the sky, or can't be ignored. I think I want people to stop ignoring me so...
“Bezekira...Bezekira Erohim Noltas Malefic!”, as the last syllable left her mouth, the previously noted energy in the book discharged into her hand and quickly spread through her body, quickly becoming an intense pain and, with a scream, Hermione Granger lapsed into unconsciousness.