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Subject: {ASSM} Merry Widow Waltz (FF rom magic Harry Potter)
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Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 12:10:01 -0400
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Merry Widow Waltz
by Flondrix

FF, rom, magical transformation, Harry Potter universe

Both characters in this story are the property of J. K. Rowling.
The time is set a few years post-Hogwarts, post-Voldemort, and
unfortunately post-Harry and Ron as well.  While nothing in this story
conflicts with the first six books of the story per se, I fully expect
the story to be inconsistent with the events of _Harry Potter and the
Deathly Hallows_, due out in a few weeks.



Ginny came home late from Saint Mungo's to find that Hermione had fallen
asleep in the bathtub again.  She woke her lover up and gave her a hand
out of the tub.  Helping her towel off, she considered her partner's
attitude over the last several weeks.  Like any healer in training, she
had to resist the temptation to diagnose everyone she knew.   This was
not melancholic humour, or "depression" as the muggles called it.  Nor
was it grief--Ginny and Hermione and gone through grief and come out the
other side together.  They allowed themselves one day of quiet rage each
year; when the rest of the wizarding world was busy celebrating the
anniversary of their liberation from Voldemort, Ginny and Hermione got
drunk to blur the memory of that final battle.  No, this was merely...
dissatisfaction?  Blast it, I'm the one working double shifts at a
bleedin' hospital, Ginny thought as she brushed Hermione's hair and
relayed the latest Mungo's gossip, She should be trying to cheer *me*
up.

Kisses, caresses, and even a foot rub elicited contented sighs, but
Hermione still seemed to be somewhere else.  Ginny placed her hands on
either side of Hermione's face, looked straight in her lover's eyes and
said, "Girl, I don't think you're that into it."  Hermione blinked and
said, "I'm sorry, Ginny.  Today was bad at the Ministry--"  "You haven't
been into it for a while now, have you?" Ginny countered. Hermione
suddenly looked frightened.  "I love you, Ginny!" she almost shouted.
"I--"  Ginny silenced her with an open-mouthed kiss and said, "I've
never doubted that for a moment, Heart.  But when was the last time you
wanted to pull my clothes off?"  Hermione was at a loss for words as
Ginny continued, "We have a problem here, but I don't think it's a very
complicated one." She traced a valentine shape between her lover's
breasts with one finger. "I think that at heart, you're just a sweet,
old-fashioned girl. An old-fashioned girl who needs a cock inside her
every now and then." "Don't be silly," Hermione sputtered, but Ginny was
certain that her flush was not just from embarrassment.  Ginny went on,
"Everyone could tell when my dear brother had stuffed you right and
proper.  You were radiant."  Hermione's nipples became erect but there
was steel in her voice as she said "You are my lover now.  What was,
was."

"I would be a sorry excuse for a lover if I didn't fuck you silly when
you needed it."  Removing her remaining clothing, Ginny sat naked and
cross-legged on the bed, a vision in copper and ivory.  The sound of
Hermione's indrawn breath told her that the sight of her body still
evoked some response from her lover.  From the bed stand Ginny took her
wand and the lovely dragon skin bound diary that Charlie had given her.
She wondered if he had any inkling of the sort of things she kept in it;
being a Weasley, he probably did.  As she waved her wand and thought the
keyword that unlocked the diary, Hermione scowled her old Prefect scowl
and said,  "If you're going to try some sort of transformation spell,
that is hardly justified--"  "Hush," Ginny cut her off, "You're not the
only one here who can do her homework. This spell has been around for
millennia.  I looked it up in the hospital archives, and they have no
record of anyone having any harmful reactions." Unless you include a few
cases of terminal embarrassment, Ginny kept to herself. Hermione's eyes
misted over as she pleaded. "I would never want you to change yourself
for me."  Ginny laughed.  "That sounds like a line from a muggle
romance. The changes involved are actually almost minor, and quite
temporary.  Now, hush for a moment."

Ginny had located the spell in her diary, and began organizing the
elements in her mind.  She carefully held the tip of her wand a half-
inch from her clitoris, which was already engorged from excitement at
what she was about to attempt.   As she spoke the activating words, she
could feel blood rushing into her clit and enlarging it, pushing it out
and up. She suppressed a gasp of pleasure as she became turned on, and
on, and further on, beyond all previous bounds.  She could barely
maintain enough self-control to keep the tip of her wand near the tip of
her clit as it grew outward. Finally, mercifully, the transformation
slowed to a halt.  Ginny looked up to see Hermione staring mesmerised at
the unmistakably male penis that protruded from the soft folds of her
lover's cunny.  Its skin was stretched tight and shiny by the urgency of
Ginny's erection, and the tip jerked slightly in response to the beat of
her heart.

Hermione reached out with one hand and touched it tentatively.  She
softly curled her fingers around it and a flurry of conflicting emotions
passed across her face.  Shite, thought Ginny, which memories have I
dredged up now?  But the hand began to gently stroke Ginny's new cock up
and down, and Hermione smiled with fond remembrance.  "It's so--
natural," she sighed.  "It's the cock I might have had, if things had
been only slightly different," Ginny replied.  "That muggle textbook you
got for me was quite informative," she added with a smile.

Ginny pulled Hermione into a bear hug with her firm, warm penis pressing
against the muggleborn woman's belly.  She gave her ear a wet, sloppy
kiss and whispered, "I love you, Hermione Weasley.  And I want to stuff
you." Hermione whimpered as Ginny lightly bit her neck and continued, "I
want to fuck your busy brains out."  Hermione's breathing had become
ragged.  Kneading one breast, Ginny insisted "I'm going to ride you
until you pop."  Hermione made a frustrated noise and tried to get out
of her bathrobe; Ginny pulled it off of her.  Hermione rolled on her
back and looked hungrily up at Ginny for the first time in months. Ginny
covered Hermione's body with her own.  Nibbling a collarbone and
tickling a breast drew more frustrated groans from her partner.  Ginny
rubbed the length of her cock along the outside of Hermione's sex,
teasing her further, until Hermione begged, "Fill me, you dope.  Be
inside me!"

As Ginny slipped inside her lover, she felt a sudden pang of sympathy
for Harry's plight the first time they had made love.  It wasn't his
fault that women felt so damn good inside.  Ginny gritted her teeth and
wished she had thought of using a secondary spell to postpone this
problem--it's not as if the medical literature wasn't full of  those as
well.  Like many a medical student before her, Ginny mentally recited
the Latin names of the most disgusting diseases she could think of to
avoid bringing a premature end to Hermione's joy.  It was all worth it,
though, to see Hermione flushed, panting and thrusting, showing more
interest in sex than she had for some time now.  Ginny did her best to
apply everything she had learned about Hermione with her tongue and
fingers to this new appendage, but in the end what really mattered was
that the woman underneath her wanted more than anything in the world to
be fucked by the one she loved.  She realized that she wouldn't be good
for much longer, just as Hermione arched her back and began to scream
"GINNEEE" at the top of her lungs. Ginny's body jerked in a dry
imitation of male orgasm--the spell had been a simple one, after all--
and they both collapsed.  It sounds like that went well, Ginny thought
as she climbed off of Hermione with a parting kiss and lay down beside
her.  Her erection deflated and continued shriveling, until it was once
again an ordinary, if somewhat overworked, clitoris.

When Hermione had recovered a bit, she said, "You were right.  I did
need that.  I've tried not to think about it; it wouldn't be fair to
you..."  "Oh, honey, it's *good* that you enjoyed shagging Ron so much,"
Ginny reassured her.  "It's part of who you are now.  Do you think I would
want to live with Miss Granger the Prefect?"  Hermione chuckled, then
turned wistful.  "If I had known how little time we were to have...I
should have jumped him in the common room back at Hogwarts.  And now,
how much of *our* time together have I wasted, moping about like that?"
"We're going to be together for a long time yet, Heart," Ginny assured
her.  "That's no excuse," Hermione shot back.

Ginny noticed that Hermione had picked up the diary and was studying the
spell.  As she reached for her wand, Ginny started to say, "Dear, just
because I did that doesn't mean I expect you to--"  "Am I limited to
only doing what is expected?" Hermione asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Not at all, love," Ginny smiled, "Have fun."  Not being as well
prepared as Ginny had been, Hermione looked and sounded quite silly as
her clitoris grew into a penis. "You might have warned me," she scowled
at Ginny.  "And miss the entertainment?" Ginny giggled. "Now, let's take
a look at your work.  Mmmm, warm and pleasing to the touch, good size,
oh look, it's just a bit crooked.  Sorry, only five points for
Griffindor."  "This is very--Ah!--different," Hermione gasped as Ginny
gently stroked her pretty face against Hermione's brand new cock. "Yes,"
Ginny replied dryly, "I can sort of understand now why boys will stick
them anyplace they can."  She continued to tease Hermione's prick and
sighed, "Goodness, I've missed this, too."

To Ginny's surprise, Hermione wanted her to stand on the floor and bend
over the edge of the bed.  Grateful that her partner was finally out of
her rut and taking the initiative, she gladly complied.  Hermione
caressed Ginny's legs and playfully pinched her buttocks.  Ginny heard a
jar rattle on the night stand, and the touch of cool lotion on her anus
elicited a loud yelp.  "Merlin's Beard!  What are you doing?"  "I am
putting an end to this 'sweet old fashioned girl' nonsense once and for
all," Hermione said smugly as she worked more lotion into Ginny's
arsehole with a finger, then a  thumb.  "What's gotten into you?" Ginny
giggled, as she felt Hermione worm the tip of her cock around the
opening.  "Weasleys, that's what's gotten into me," Hermione replied
conspiratorially. The tip of her cock was now carefully teasing Ginny's
sphincter. "Miss Hermione Granger would never have done anything so
unnatural and depraved as this.  It simply has to be the company I've
been keeping."  Ginny's ass popped open and allowed Hermione inside.

Hermione put her arms around Ginny's hips, embracing them as she lightly
stroked Ginny's sex, and slid inside her as gently as possible.  Ginny
groaned approvingly, and Hermione began to carefully but relentlessly
bugger her rectum.  Did my brother taught her this?, Ginny wondered in
amazement.  She felt so gloriously full of Hermione, it seemed as if she
would burst.  And she did!  Stars exploded in her head as her moan was
transformed into a scream: "mmmmmmmmMIONEEEE!"

Their breathing gradually returned to normal.  Hermione's cock shrank
back to a clitoris once again, and Ginny showed her a cleanup spell that
often came in handy at St. Mungo's.  The two exhausted but happy women
tucked themselves into bed, naked underneath a especially fluffy
comforter.  Hermione hugged Ginny ferociously.  "As much fun as that
was, I don't think that we should make transformation a regular thing,"
she cautioned.  "I should hope not," murmured Ginny, "I rather like
being a girl." "So do I, even if I manage to forget sometimes.  Ginny,
if you ever catch me regressing into the proper Miss Grainger again, I
want you to wave your wand and shout 'Carpe Diem'."  "What kind of spell
is that?"  "It isn't.  It's a muggle motto that means any day you don't
spend making love to a redhead is a day you'll never get back again."
"It does *not* mean that!"  "It does to me."

THE END


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