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------ All characters within this work are the property of J. K.
Rowling. As, Ms. Rowling does not object to fan fiction I have
produced this in honor of her great work and creative spirit. Her
work is an inspiration to all young writers.

This is an alternate fork in the work and takes place after the
fifth book in the series. If you have not read this book please
do not read any farther as it contains spoilers.

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Hermione and the Potion of Cupiditas (Chapter 1) by Naive (SJTJ)
Shattered_Mind@hotmail.com

As Harry sat there alone, on his bed at Hogwarts, flipping
through Practical Defensive Magic and Its Uses Against the Dark
Arts, he couldn't help thinking about the summer and the events
that lead up to it.

Sirius's death weighed most heavily upon him, but the revelation
that he, and he alone, had the only chance to stop Lord Voldemort
did nothing to ease his mind. Being couped up in his room at the
Dursley's all summer also did little for his mood. Everyone was
sure it was the safest place for him. Not that he cared really,
because in the end, being alone was just what he wanted. It was
safer for everyone that way. Harry was sure now, after hearing
the prophecy, that he was tainted: that some evil miasma
surrounded him, and anyone that got too close would be hurt.

He'd even decided at one point during the break not to return to
Hogwarts. But, Ron and Hermione, most likely at the request of
Professor Dumbledore, had finally convinced him it would be folly
not to return. He'd need that knowledge if he was ever to stand a
chance at victory. But still he knew that by separating himself
from everyone he'd be protecting them.

So as usual he'd skipped dinner and come back to his room to
study. He was propped up on his bed when the door suddenly
slammed open and Hermione rushed in. She was taller than the year
before, almost as tall as Harry, and starting to fill out nicely.
Still her bushy brown hair made her seem ruffled and unkept.
Harry jumped to his feet as he noticed the pained look and sweat
running down Hermione's face.

"What's wrong? Is it Voldemort?" Harry said with a pang of fear.
"No," Hermione said with a little start, "nothing to do with
Vol... Voldemort." Her breath catching on the name. "But, I need
your help Harry. It's really really important!"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Just come with me Harry, I'll show you." Hermione said gripping
his hand tightly and pulling him from the room. Harry didn't even
have time to grab his wand as he staggered along behind her down
the spiral staircase.  When they entered the common room Harry
noticed the chairs, the big squashy ones with the fuzz hanging
out (their favorite), right in front of the fireplace were bare.
The whole commons was empty. Harry guessed everyone was still
down in the Grand Hall having dinner.

He'd expected to see Ron sitting there waiting for them. Ever
since summer break Ron and Hermione had been inseparable. The
shock of Sirius's death, or possibly Ron's own close brush with
it, seemed to have emboldened him. And finally, he admit to
Hermione (and himself) that he really liked her. Luckily, for
their friendship, Hermione seemed to have some of those same
feelings for Ron, and together they decided they'd have a go at
it.

But, this new situation put a bit of a strain on the trio. To
Harry, it felt as though he were intruding on them, so he tried
to give them as much time and space as he could. Not to mention
that it was unsafe to be around him. Ron and Hermione also seemed
to feel awkward, because they seemed to always be watching what
they said or did around him. To relieve some of that awkwardness,
Harry had started hanging around with Neville when he wasn't
alone. It wasn't half as much fun as being with Ron and Hermione,
but it was better that way.

Harry snapped back to the present as they reached the stairs
leading up into the girls dormitory. Planting his feet he pulled
Hermione to an abrupt halt. "Harry, please." Hermione pleaded.

"Hermione, I can't! That's the girls dorm." Harry said in shock,
a deep blush rising in his cheeks.

"Oh, Harry, stop being such a prude. Now come on." Hermione
pulled, but Harry wouldn't budge.

"Besides," Harry said as if Hermione had never spoke, "all the
alarms would go off, and the stairs would change, and I'd never
get up there to see whatever it is you want to show me."

"Oh," Hermione said a little taken aback, brushing the bangs from
her eyes, "you know, you're right." Pulling her wand from her
robes she pointed it at Harry, then suddenly clutched her stomach
and leaned over.

"Hermione, are you all right?" Harry said in a worried voice as
he helped her to stand strait again. A fresh wave a sweat had
appeared on her face and a strange twinkle burned in her eyes.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine Harry." She said, trying to wipe some of the
sweat from her face.

"I think you need to go and see Madam Pomfrey."

"No," Hermione said with a little edge to her voice, "no I'll be
fine. Let me just change your aura and we'll be on our way."

"My what?" Harry asked curiously.

"Your aura. Oh, Harry, you _do_ know what an aura is?" She gave
Harry an exasperated look, reminiscent of many a professor, as
she started explaining. "Your aura represents who you are.
Professor McGonagall told us loads of times about it in class;
once when we started tranfiguring people and another when we
started self-transfiguration." Harry opened his mouth to tell her
that twice was not loads of times, but he could see she wasn't
about to be interrupted. So, he just closed his mouth and let her
finish. "It has to do with who you are, and how magic tells who
you are. I'm sure that's how the Marauder's Map knows who's who.
Aura magic. By changing your aura you can fool some spells into
thinking that you're something or someone else. It's really quite
useful."

Harry interrupted as she took a breath, "Hermione, are you going
to lecture me all day? Or, are we going to go before the common
room fills up? I really wouldn't fancy trying to explain why I
was sneaking into the girls dorms."

"Oh, yes, you're right we'd better hurry." She said a little
panicked. Making a complex gesture with her wand she tapped
Harry's chest and he felt an odd warmth wrap around him, almost
like an invisible fur coat. "I've given you Crookshanks' aura
that should get you past the stairs. Now come on." She grabbed
his hand and pulled. Harry didn't think he had any choice, so he
just followed along behind her.

It was lucky really, everyone still being at dinner. Harry was
sure that Hermione hadn't even thought about a distraction. It
was quite unlike her to put so little thought into something she
was doing. Whatever was distracting her had to be really
important to make the queen of planning become so reckless.

Harry followed her up the stairs all the way to the top of the
tower. He knew that if the girls dorms were like theirs, soon
they'd hit the dead end at the top of the tower. And, so they
did. Harry gave Hermione a look that said, 'So?', but she payed
him no mind as she walk over to the wall and started searching
for something.

Once again Hermione let out a little gasp and leaned over in
apparent pain. Harry rushed to her but she was already pulling
herself up. "Hermione, are you sure you don't want me to take you
to see Madame Pomfrey?" Harry pleaded.

"No, I'll be fine Harry." She said, a little winded. She gave him
a tight smile, her face again looking anguished and covered in
sweat, then turned back to the wall to continue her search. It
only took a minute or two for her to find what she was looking
for, and with a tap of her wand a secret door appeared out of
nowhere. "Here we are." Hermione said relieved.

As they pulled open the door and walked in, Harry saw it was a
large bedroom; slightly different than their dorm rooms, as it
was meant for one. There also seemed to be a whole area setup for
working potions: there was a cauldron, scales, vials of odd frog
span and things, and some tools Harry had never seen before.

Harry said, "Wow Hermione, how did you find this?", barely
noticing that Hermione was doing something behind him as he
looked around the room. When he turned back he saw that Hermione
had pulled her robes off and was standing there in her knickers.
Harry backed into one of the shelves, rattling the jars and
vials, as he stood there shocked, unsure of what to do.
"Hermione, what's going on?", he said in a trembling voice.
Hermione was no longer the boyish little girl he'd become friends
with. She had filled out in all the places Harry had admired on
Cho. Her round firm breasts were cupped in a lacy bra and her
panties were covered in little pink bows. And through the tight
little barely opaque material he could tell (though her hair was
normally wild and untamed) that she was well trimmed and neat.

"Harry," she said with a flush, "you see..." She paused and moved
towards him. Harry would have retreated, but his back was already
pressed tight against the shelves of potion ingredients. "I
created this potion -- it seemed simple enough. It was so I could
tell if someone truly loved me." She flushed again, then a
hardened angry look came over that desperate face. "But some foul
person changed the ingredients in the book with one of the other
potions. How was I to know that the _Potion of Noscitare Verus
Amour_ was really the _Potion of Cupiditas_." She moved toward
Harry again. He looked around for an avenue of escape but there
was none.

"Hermione, but ... but ..." Harry struggled to find some reason
that would stop her, "what about Ron?" That was it! She could
always do this with Ron. Besides, if Ron ever found out he'd kill
him.

"Well yes, I did think about Ron." Hermione said with a very
genuine blush. "But, I don't want our first time to be like this.
A potion forcing it on us. No, it just wouldn't be right."
Hermione smiled at Harry. "And there are other reasons." Reaching
behind her back with one hand she unclasped her bra, with the
other she waved her wand in another complex pattern; bands of
ropes flew from its end and wrapped around Harry. He was trapped,
immobile.  Hermione slid her bra off and Harry could see she was
covered in a sheen of sweat and her round pink nipples poked out
invitingly. "I'm sorry Harry, but this is the only way. You see
when we do," she blushed but had a wanton look on her face, "what
we're about to do, it won't end the spells effects, it'll just
transfer them."

"What?" Harry said in alarm.

"You see, I can't find a cure with this lust clouding my mind.
Once you have it, I'll be free to spend my time looking for an
antidote. I'm sure it won't take more than a day or two to brew
one up. Besides, the spell is meant for a boy, and thus won't be
transfered again. It's also why the effects are so erratic on me.
Once you have it, it'll be much more controlled." Hermione took
on one of her more huffy tones, "I don't see why anyone would
want to create a lust potion for boys. It seems to me that that's
all they think about anyway." Hermione put her wand onto one of
the shelves and proceeded to slip her lacy panties off. Her bush
was as well trimmed as Harry had thought and quite a contrast to
her bushy head. Harry could see that something more than sweat
was running down the inside of her thighs as she stood up and
started to pull her hair back into a ponytail.

"See even now I can tell that your lusting after me. Really
Harry, we're just friends. If it wasn't for the effects of this
potion we'd never be doing this. I really hold you in high
regard, like a brother, and know you won't ever tell Ron anything
about this." Hermione walked over and placed her body against
Harry's. Her breasts soft yet firm against his bound form.
Hermione's fingers gently played against his leg, then began
traveling up, stopping and pressing hard over his throbbing
member. Harry hadn't even realized he was hard, but with Hermione
standing there naked and the smell of sex in the air it was only
natural. Harry was tongue-tied he didn't know what to do or say
-- not that he could do much. "We might as well enjoy it, right?"
Hermione pushed herself away and walked over to her wand.

Harry's eyes were drawn, transfixed, by her swaying hips and
tight ass, as she moved.

"Now lets get more comfortable. Mobilicorpus!" Hermione said with
a wave of her wand. Harry felt as though he'd been picked up by
the scruff of his neck as Hermione led his bound form over to the
large bed, in the center of the room, where he was dropped
unceremoniously. "Manu Mittere!" Hermione chanted causing the
ropes to disappear, but before Harry could do anything Hermione
followed with, "Moduscorpus!" Causing new ropes to appear binding
him to the bed spread eagle.

"Hermione! This is going to far!" Harry shouted angrily. If he
was going to do this at least she could let him do it freely.

"Silencio!" Hermione cried before collapsing to her knees
panting. "Oh my! It seems to be getting worse." Harry could only
watch as she picked her nude form from the floor, and gazed at
him with a hunger burning in her eyes. "After I give this too you
it'll be safer for everyone if your tied up here." Harry raised
an eyebrow, since he couldn't speak, wondering what she meant.
"You see, it'll be worse for you. It'll be constant and very hard
to take. I'll have to find some way to sate you while I look for
the cure or it could drive you mad." She gave Harry a pleading
look as she almost collapsed again. He had no choice. There was
no way he could find a cure, potions were _not_ his subject, and
unlike Hermione he was getting very good at resisting the effects
of spells. Harry gave her a little nod and she smiled back at
him.

"Facereaperte!" Hermione intoned. Harry's clothes started to
shift and move as if they were alive. From his robe to his
underclothes they liquefied and oozed from him. Flowing like
sludge they inched onto the bedside counter, where they reformed
and folded themselves neatly. Harry blushed at his sudden nudity.
This was his first time being naked in front of a girl, if you
didn't count the time Moaning Myrtle had spied on him in the
prefects' bathroom (she'd claimed to have closed her eyes). It
was exhilarating yet frightening.

Harry's member seemed to catch Hermione's eyes, she couldn't seem
to tear them away. Her hand moved like a scared butterfly,
flitting closer then away, until her fingers just barely brushed
the underside of his cock sending a chill up Harry's spine. He
couldn't help shivering. Hermione, in a tinkling laugh, giggled
at his reaction, then took a tight hold of him. He could feel his
pulse beating between her fingers. He had to close his eyes and
concentrate, because just her touch had him rushing toward the
edge.

"This is fascinating." Hermione whispered more to herself, than
to Harry. In fact, he wasn't sure she even realized the rest of
him still existed. "You know I've read, for purely scientific
curiosity," she said with a blush, "that boys reach a point of no
return; where they can't stop themselves from ... from cumming."
She seemed shocked by her own daring at saying such a word. "I've
never actually seen a boy cum before. I'm sure you wouldn't
mind." But she didn't even look at him, she just stared at the
cock in her grip.

The fact was that Harry did mind. It was just too embarrassing.
Hermione didn't seem to notice him struggling to get her
attention, or decided to ignored it. Either way, her hand started
moving in a slow torturous rhythm which, when combined with her
firm grip, kept Harry on the edge for over five minutes.

"Well this is fun, but I really want to see what happens next."
She let go of his cock and thought for a second. "Maybe if I
speed up... Yes, I think that's it." Hermione took hold of him
again, though luckily for Harry, not in such a tight grip, as she
sped her pace. In moments, Harry was trembling, racked over and
over by mind numbing pleasure. Copious amounts of semen
splattered up his chest, onto his face, glasses, and hair, and
surprisingly made it all the way to the headboard, marking it
numerous times, as Hermione continued to pump him through every
contraction.

"That was amazing! Who would have ever thought that it would
shoot so far." Hermione said then looked over at Harry face and
noticed he was none too pleased, especially covered in his own
cum. "Oh! Sorry Harry." She said jumping up to get a cloth. "But
it was quite amazing."

Hermione heated some water in a cauldron and brought the warm
damp cloth over to clean Harry up a bit. She removed his glasses
and wiped his face and chest clean. Though Harry was now as
covered in sweat as Hermione, he felt somewhat cleaner. But, the
unrelenting taste of his own semen, which had seeped into his
mouth after splattering across his face, left him feeling soiled
and somewhat disturbed.

Hermione cleaned his glasses with a wave of her wand. "Evanesco,"
she looked over at him and said, "I really am sorry. I would
never have guessed it would go so far." Then slipped his glasses
back on. "Well, I guess we should get on with it." Taking his now
limp dick in her hands she started to massage it back to life.
Harry was amazed at how fast he was rock hard again, almost as if
by magic, but he knew it wasn't. Hermione took her wand and taped
his penis, "Protegere." A light pressure seemed to surround his
cock, and when he looked down it was covered in an almost
transparent material, almost exactly like a muggle condom. He
looked to Hermione. "Better to be safe." She said blushing,
almost as if she realized what he was thinking, 'How did she know
such a spell?'.

Ignoring his unspoken question Hermione crawled on top of him.
Her body was once again drenched in sweat, and that hunger blazed
in her eyes. Leaning low so she could whisper in his ear,
Hermione let her pert little nipples dance across Harry's almost
hairless chest. He could see they'd changed from that pert pink
to a bright rosy red, and felt them as hard little nubs as she
shifted. "Try to enjoy this. It'll probably be our first and last
time."

Taking his cock into her hand she lead him gently into her. Her
warm moist lips holding him steady, as she slid slowly down his
shaft. He could feel Hermione opening to him, like a rare summer
flower on a cold winter's day. It was a moment he'd never forget,
like his first time on a broom: new, yet familiar, comfortable,
where he was meant to be. Hermione's heat suffused him, burning
down his root into the heart of him, and he wanted more. But, she
was taking her time. Her body moving slowly up and down on his
ridged member. It was frustrating, infuriating, her slow
tormenting movements.

Harry wanted to yell, to scream, 'Faster!', but he could only
take what he was given. Luckily, Hermione seemed to sense his
frustration and sped her pace. The feel of it was beyond words.
Harry was overwhelmed by the sensations, the warm intimate
connection, but Hermione was not about to let him just lie there
passively. She pressed her breast to his lips, and Harry latched
on almost instinctual, sucking and rolling her nipple around with
his tongue.

After a few minutes she switched breasts and let him enjoy the
other one. It didn't take long for it to become something of a
pattern, leaving Harry mostly blind as his glasses were smeared
with sweat and saliva. Shaking them free, he could feel something
wild and untamed coming into him. Harry leaned forward and licked
up, from between her breasts to the nape of her neck. Her sweat,
heat, a salve to that animal burning within. And, he felt as if
they were burning.

It didn't take Harry long to realize that feeling, that animal
urge, was the spell transferring to him. He wanted to bite, to
feed on Hermione. He wanted to fuck her harder, to loose himself
in carnal lust. And, he wanted her to do the same. Harry hips
started to buck harder, pushing back into Hermione's quickening
pace. Her skin, like his, was flushed, radiating the heat of
their passion. He wanted to cum into. He wanted to slam her until
she screamed with unreleased pleasure.

As Hermione's motions became even more frantic Harry could feel
her nails digging into his shoulders, but he didn't care.
Grabbing a nipple in his teeth, he bit gently on the hard little
nub, as he slammed himself into her as hard as he could.

"I can't take it anymore!", Hermione screamed as she came.

Harry already balanced on the edge, exploded as her pussy clamped
down harder and harder with each contraction. It was impossible
to tell how long their climax lasted, but all they could do after
was pant and lay there totally spent.

Harry couldn't help thinking about how nice it felt to have
Hermione lying there on him, her warmth still wrapped around him.
But, it seemed Hermione didn't feel the same. After she caught
her breath she extricated herself from Harry and started to pull
her robe and underclothes on.

"I can't believe what we just did." Hermione said in a raspy lost
voice. Using her wand she taped Harry's penis making the condom
disappear. "I'm sorry Harry." She said tears starting to fill her
eyes, as she let down her hair. "This was all wrong." Harry
already knew that, but he couldn't say or do anything about it.

Besides, Harry could already feel the spell stirring within him.
His cock already hardening and a sense of burning desire flaring
within him. Hermione noticed too.

"Oh no! Already?" Hermione quickly wiped her eyes and looked at
Harry this time with more worry than shame. "I better go find
that cure as soon as possible. I'll be back!", she said fleeing
from the room.

Harry could only lay there struggling, a sheen of sweat already
starting to cover him. The bonds holding him there were the least
of his struggles though, the want -- no the need -- for sex was
already consuming him. He let out a silent scream as he tried to
hold back the tide of inevitability.

Copyright (c) 2004 by Naive (SJTJ)

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