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The Hungering Curse - Chapter 2: The Curse Creeps In
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 12:00:14 +0000 UTCThe Gryffindor girls’ dormitory lay hushed, moonlight streaming through arched windows, casting faint glows across the five four-poster beds. Crimson curtains swayed in the draft. Parvati’s snores purred beyond them, Lavender murmured “Oh, Won-Won…” in her sleep, and a faint snore rose from a distant bed, sheets rustling. The air hung warm, unnaturally thick with a restless hum.
Hermione Granger slipped in, bare feet whispering on cool floorboards. She shut the oak door with a soft click, breath shaky from the study lounge’s chaos. Her uniform—blouse stained, skirt rumpled, bra sticky—reeked of Harry: a musky tang woven into the fabric from the mess she’d wiped off. His groaned “Blimey!” and her own “We need to find that wand” echoed as she’d crept back, dodging Mrs. Norris against a rough tapestry until the cat slunk away.
At her four-poster, moonlight spilled across rumpled sheets. Her trunk held Advanced Rune Translation and Numerology and Grammatica, a fraying anchor of order. She set her wand down—still warm from a hurried Scourgify—and peeled off her blouse, damp fabric clinging to her skin. His scent hit her, sharp and primal. She shed her bra, straps leaving red marks, then her skirt, kicking it aside. Her fingers paused at her damp panties, a faint stain marking them. Change them—wash him away. But a strange pull stopped her. It’s late—no one will know. She kept them, a dark tether, and pulled on her nightgown, cotton hugging her curves, hem brushing her thighs.
She climbed in, tugging the curtains shut, sealing herself in shadow. The air thickened with her musk, mingling with his lingering scent. She sank onto the mattress, springs creaking, blankets rough against her thighs as heat pulsed low in her belly despite what she’d done for Harry. “Just exhaustion,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “From tonight—helping him. It’s nothing.” Her hands clenched the wool, knuckles white, willing sleep to quiet her skin’s prickle.
Sleep wouldn’t come. She shifted, thighs brushing beneath damp panties, a gasp escaping as the ache flared, wet and insistent. What’s happening? “Stress,” she muttered, grasping at reason. “N.E.W.T.s, Harry’s mess.” She recited Alohomora, Expelliarmus, but the lounge crashed in: Harry’s trousers down, his cock massive, her hands trembling, then her mouth—his taste sharp, hot. She’d swallowed as Peeves cackled, mess dripping down her chin. Why did I swallow? Her cheeks burned, thighs clenched.
The heat surged, her slit slick, curling through her hips. She rolled onto her back, legs parting, nightgown bunching higher, baring her thighs. I shouldn’t—this is absurd! She bit her lip. I’m supposed to be smarter—not this. But the need overruled her. Her hands slid beneath, pausing at the hem. Just to sleep. She pressed a finger to her swollen clit through the cotton, a sharp “Oh!” bursting free as a jolt hit—electric, wild. Her hips twitched, bed creaking. She froze, but Parvati’s snores continued, Lavender’s murmur faded.
She circled again, slickness seeping through, musky in the tight air. This isn’t me. A finger slipped beneath, inside her tight slit, stretching her with a gasp. Her walls clenched, wetness coating her palm. She paused. Stop—tell someone. But the ache roared, and she thrust again, slow, breath hitching. Just once. A second finger joined, the stretch burning, then easing. Her hips rocked, bed creaking as she sped up, thumb grazing her clit. A whimper slipped out, thighs tense.
She stopped, panting. What am I becoming? The lounge flared—Harry’s groans, her mouth full, his heat flooding her throat. Something shifted. Her resolve wavered. She added a third finger, the stretch sharp, walls gripping as she thrust deeper, soaking her panties. Restless, she rolled onto her knees, head dipping, hips rising slightly. “Merlin,” she gasped, thumb frantic. The heat built, her body screaming for release.
Her control snapped. She shoved the blankets aside, nightgown rucked to her waist. Head dropping to the mattress, she thrust her hips high, ass up in the shadowed cocoon. Her fingers plunged deeper—three now—stretching her slick slit, thumb wild against her clit. The heat erupted, a roar in her veins. “Merlin!” she gasped, voice breaking into a muffled cry as her body convulsed. A hot flood surged, squirting hard from her core, arcing out the rear in a glistening stream, soaking the sheets behind her. Her thighs trembled, face pressed into the damp fabric, eyes wide with horror and need. “I need him,” she whispered, the curse’s fire unrelenting, driving her toward Harry even as she shuddered through the release.
Lavender stirred—“Mmm—what…?”—then settled, snoring. Hermione collapsed forward, chest heaving, damp sheets clinging, nightgown twisted. Relief washed over her, a quiet tide easing the ache, her body sinking into the mattress. Her eyes fluttered, sleep tugging at the edges, the night’s weight pulling her under. But then Harry flickered in—his groans, her lips around him, the hot rush down her throat. Him. The thought stirred her, a flush creeping back, her slit tingling as she imagined his touch—deeper, fuller, taking what she’d never given. The ache returned, slow but insistent, her mind spinning with him. That wand sparked it, she realized, breath catching. Its curse flared through him, into his seed—I swallowed it, bound us tight. Just us. Dread coiled with the heat, her eyes snapping open. A hex meant for two, no more. “It’s in me,” she whispered, voice cracking.
A fresh pulse rippled through her slit, wet and warm, as Harry consumed her thoughts—only him now, his heat calling her. Her slick fingers trembled, brushing the damp sheets as she eased herself up, legs slipping over the edge. She stood on chilled floorboards, shaky but driven, nightgown settling damp over soiled panties. With the dorm’s hush fading behind her, she crept toward Harry’s room, the curse a furnace in her veins, the night’s chaos clawing at her heels.
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ArtMiner
Will keep that in mind. 😊😊
Andrew Warrington
Love these stories and pictures would love to see more of the grifindore girls
