chsdbacks Ch 576 – Hermione was Glared at
Ch 576 – Hermione was Glared at
Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+
(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)
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Hermione, on her side, her left shoulder against his right arm pit, his arm against her back with his hand on her right bicep.
Her breasts rested against his upward thigh as both feet were close to his buttocks, his knees in the air.
Her left fingers explored his butt as she kept sleeping, they moved around, felt, pushed into the anus bared beneath the covers.
Her right hand stayed on his sack, his balls within that pouch.
Creak!
Lucifer tried to ignore it, however, footsteps followed, he felt so tired...where is my wand?
Klomp! Klomp!
“Potter!” Lucifer said, guessing.
Swoosh!
Quickly, in a fell swoop, Lucifer’s curtains and covers were torn away, revealing Hermione there.
Dean Thomas glared at her right hand taking refuge beneath Lucifer’s scrotum.
Hermione’s eyes opened, she just watched, feeling too tired for giving any kind of reaction.
“How many times do I have to tell you? She’s not to be in here!” Thomas snapped.
“It’s my bed.” Lucifer said, “Kiss my dick and apologize.”
Thomas glanced at his crotch. His balls showing up, with a mons-----
“No!” Thomas snapped.
“Then let me be,” Lucifer said, “If you’re so concerned—check on Potter if he is fighting with Irish again.”
“He is not acting like a jerk,” Thomas said, “You are. I’ll see to get you a detention, because I’m the one that’s supposed to be keeping order.”
“Then do it,” Hermione said, “And buzz off. We are Prefects, who are you going to complain?”
She snorted, left hand cradled the lumps of his bollocks.
Her right held the prick, upward, her eyes focused where the slit could be seen where the foreskin didn’t quite cover it.
She watched it as it stiffened in front of her, the erection jutted upward.
“Doesn’t grow old, does it?”
“Strangely, no,” Hermione replied.
Lucifer felt her left fingers return to his anus, pushed inward, and massaged, while her right stroked.
He felt the stimulation, breathed deeply, until his cock complied.
Felt the tension, the release.
Hermione watched the sticky white semen surge up, pour out onto his abdomen.
“Thank you.”
“Thought you’d last longer,” Hermione replied as her finger began to paint the sticky white across his abdomen.
“Not after last night—you know.”
“I’ll play along....”
“We will definitely be doing more of what happened last night again in the future," Lucifer said, a half smirk on his face.
“I hope so, I forgot how wonderful your lips felt on my clit," Hermione smirked back, then only to be realised what just happened, “Shit! I am in the boys dorm. Get up, quick! Quick!”
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It wasn't until after dinner when Lucifer challenged Hermione to a few games of Wizards Chess.
She accepted and he proved to be the better Chess Player, but Hermione did win two games against him, she had serious doubts about those.
But he gave her an innocent face.
She asked if he let her win, and he said who knows.
It was half-past Eleven when Hermione was tired of the game and stood up, yawning, and walked over to Harry.
"Made much progress?" She asked, Lucifer coming up on her left.
"Not at all..." Harry said dismally.
Hermione looked over his Astronomy paper, but said nothing.
Lucifer saw her face make some weird twitches, indicating he had wrong information written down, but like she said, she wasn't helping.
She looked up at Lucifer, then looked past him, “Damn...”
"If you're just going to tell me I've made mistakes-"
"No, look," she pointed to the window, "Hermes."
Um....Ron stopped writing and looked and sure enough, Percy's Owl was at the window, gazing at him.
Ron got to his feet and walked over to him, "What's Percy writing to me for?"
He opened the window, and Hermes flew in and onto Ron's essay, holding out his leg.
Once Ron took the letter, Hermes departed and Ron looked it over.
"This is definitely Percy's handwriting... what do you think?" He looked up at his friends.
"Open it," Lucifer said and Hermione nodded eagerly, wanting to know what he had to say.
Ron unrolled the scroll and began to read.
The farther down his eyes traveled, the more pronounced his scowl became.
When he finished reading, he looked disgusted.
He thrust the letter to Hermione, and Harry and Lucifer read over her shoulder:
Dear Ron,
I have only just heard (from no less a person than the Minister of Magic himself, who has it from your new teacher, Professor Umbridge) that you didn't become Prefect.
I was most displeased when I heard this news and must firstly express how disappointed I am. I heard that Morningstar got Prefect, and while I don't think he'll make a bad Prefect, you should've strived harder for it. I fear you are taking a "Fred and George" path at Hogwarts. You need to learn to shoulder responsibility, Ron.
But I wanted to express more than my displeasure, I want to give you some advice, which is why I am sending this at night rather than my usual morning post. Hopefully you'll be able to read this away from prying eyes and avoid awkward questions.
From something the Minister let slip when telling me you failed to make Prefect, I gather you are still seeing a lot of Harry Potter. I must tell you, Ron, that nothing could put you in danger of failing your O.W.L.S more than continued fraternization with that boy. Yes, I am sure you are surprised to hear this- no doubt you will say that Potter has always been Dumbledore's favorite - but I feel bound to tell you that Dumbledore may not be in charge at Hogwarts much longer and the people who count have a very different - and probably more accurate -view of Potter's behavior. I shall say no more here, but if you look at the Daily Prophet tomorrow you will get a good idea of the way the wind is blowing- and see if you can spot yours truly!
Seriously, Ron, you do not want to be tarred with the same brush as Potter, it could be very damaging to your future prospects, and I am talking here about life after school, too. As you must be aware, given that our father escorted him to court, Potter had a disciplinary hearing this summer in front of the whole Wizengamot, and he did not come out of it looking too good. He got off on a mere technicality if you ask me and many of the people I've spoken to remain convinced of his guilt.
It may be that you are afraid to sever ties with Potter - I know that he can be unbalanced and, for all I know, violent - but if you have any worries about this, or have spotted anything else in Potter's behavior that is troubling you, I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman, who I know will only be too happy to advise you.
This leads me to my other bit of advice. As I have hinted above, Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts may be over soon. Your loyalty, Ron, should not be to him, but to the school and the Ministry. I am very sorry to hear that so far Professor Umbridge is encountering very little cooperation from the staff as she strives to make those necessary changes within Hogwarts that the Ministry so ardently desire (although, she should find this easier from next week - again, see the Prophet tomorrow!). I shall say only this - a student who shows himself willing to help Professor Umbridge now may be verywell placed for Head Boyship a couple years down the line.
I am sorry I was unable to see more of you over the summer. It pains me to criticize our parents, but ! am afraid I can no longer live under their roof while they remain mixed up with the dangerous crowd around Dumbledore (if you are writing to Mother at any point, you might tell her that a certain Sturgis Podmore, who is a great friend of Dumbledore's, has recently been sent to Azkaban for trespassing at the Ministry. Perhaps that will open their eyes to the kind of petty criminals with whom they are currently rubbing shoulders). I count myself very lucky to have escaped the stigma of association with such people - the Minister really could not be more gracious to me - and I do hope, Ron, that you will not allow family ties to blind you to the misguided nature of our parents' beliefs and actions either. I sincerely hope that, in time, they will realize how mistaken they were and I shall, of course, be ready to accept a full apology when that day comes.
Please think over what I have said most carefully, particularly the bit about Harry Potter, and strive to be Head Boy, since you couldn't make Prefect.
Your brother,
Percy
PS. I failed to mention above, but keep an eye on Lucifer Morningstar while you're at it. Professor Umbridge said he caused a disturbance in her class that was quite telling, given he is the most dangerous person in that school.
“If I ever see your brother again, Weasely, I'm clocking him right in the nose," Lucifer said calmly.
"Well," Harry said, trying to sound as though he found the whole thing a joke, "if you want to - er - what is it?"
Harry looked back at the letter, "Oh yeah - sever ties with me, I swear I won't get violent."
"Give it back," Ron held out his hand and Hermione gave it back to him.
"He is-" Ron said jerkily, tearing the letter in half, "the world's-" he tore it into quarters, "biggest-" he then tore it into eighths " git !" He threw the pieces of parchment into the fire.
He turned to Harry, “come on... we've got to finish this some time before dawn...”
Sigh......“Give it here,” Lucifer waved his fingers towards boys incomplete essay.
“You are not going to torch it righ----”
“Potter. Weasely. I won't ask again.”
“R-Right!”
“Thanks a million, Lucifer..." Harry said weakly, handing his essay and Ron doing the same.
It was now past midnight and the Common Room was deserted except for the four of them and Crookshanks.
The only sound was that of Lucifer's quills scratching out sentences here and there on Harry and Ron's essay with inhumane speed.
Hermione kept glancing over at Lucifer while he worked.
Harry and Ron were both occupied with their thoughts, so she took the time to talk to him.
“Why?”
"Why what?" He looked at her.
“We decided not to help, what changed?" She asked him.
“I am not. This is just me being on equal terms, I don't want to owe either of them any kind of favour...magical or personal.”
“Right, I forgot this is one of your jobs....”
After that Lucifer turned to Harry, "Oye, your essay was mostly okay, except for this bit at the end, I think you probably misheard Sinistra, Europa's covered in ice, not mice," he looked at his friend, "Harry?"
Harry wasn't paying attention to him and had slid off his chair, and was kneeling in front of the fireplace, gazing into the flames.
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