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It was just for a couple of hours. She needed just a little bit of uninterrupted time, time away from the shenanigans that Harry and Ron seemed to effortlessly drag her into.
By all means, she would happily help her friends deal with the latest troll that had somehow stumbled its way into the bathrooms or help them overcome the forces of evil that seemed to stalk their every move.
But at the moment, all she could think about was three important things.
First, Professor Flitwick's essay on Resonance Charms was due in four days.
Second, she was nowhere near finished, thanks to her aforementioned troublemaker friends.
Third, if anyone asked why she was sneaking through Hogwarts at half past midnight carrying six books and a lantern, she would deny everything.
There were times when Hermione wondered why she didn't simply ask Harry if she could borrow his Invisibility Cloak. It would make sneaking through the castle while the rest of the students slept considerably easier. She understood that it had belonged to his father and was one of Harry's most treasured possessions, but surely he wouldn't object to lending it to her for just one night?
Moonlight spilled through stained-glass windows, painting patches of silver and blue across the stone-floor. Far away, a suit of armour let out a metallic snore.
Hermione froze. The armour snored again, louder and somehow more obnoxiously then before.
"Honestly..." She muttered, slowly tiptoeing her way towards the library.
Madam Pince had locked the doors hours ago, of course. Fortunately, not long after Hermione had started spending more time in the library than was strictly necessary, she had discovered something useful.
An old side entrance, tucked away where few students seemed to notice it.
She had stumbled across it entirely by accident while making her way to a Charms class, taking what she thought was the quickest route. One of the staircases, however, had other ideas and delivered her to an unfamiliar stretch of the fourth floor instead.
From there, she had found herself facing what looked, at first glance, like a sealed door. The latch was old, though, and far less secure than it appeared. A little curiosity later, and Hermione had her answer.
A private, forgotten way into the library.
The door opened without protest. Hermione slipped inside and carefully closed it behind her.
The library at night was something else entirely. It felt almost transformed, as though it belonged more to the evening than the day. Towering shelves cast long, stretching shadows across the floor. The pale light of the moon filtered through the high windows in pale strips, and row upon row of books disappeared into the dimness beyond.
To Hermione, it was a kind of private paradise. She smiled despite herself.
No Fred and George attempting to test experimental sweets in the aisles. No Harry and Ron hurtling through yet another unfolding disaster. No Seamus Finnigan detonating something alarmingly close by.
Just her, her books, and silence.
She settled into a corner table and opened her notes.
A full ten minutes of blissful studying passed before the castle, as if reconsidering her luck, decided she had been left alone for far too long.
Footsteps, a strange moaning sound and rustling had jumpstarted her adrenaline.
Someone else was here.
Was it a ghost?
She wouldn't have put it past someone like Peeves to cause chaos when she needed it the least. That being said, from the sounds she was hearing, the intruder sounded a little too physical to be a ghost.
Which meant it had to be either a teacher, or another student.
The footsteps seemed to have stopped, although she could still hear floorboards faintly creaking. The moaning, and apparently panting now, were getting louder. It sounded like a dog might have found its way into the library.
Apart from Hagrid's, I've never seen one at Hogwarts before...
Feeling more confused than worried, she was starting to suspect that this was another student. After all, if she could sneak into the library late at night, she probably wasn't the only student who knew how to do it.
That's a shame. There goes my secret studying space...
Hermione extinguished her lantern. If she could catch whoever this student was, maybe she could somehow scare them off and regain her private paradise.
Standing up, she quietly moved between the shelves. She tiptoed past Ancient Runes, Magical Theory and a section Hermione was fairly certain nobody had visited in years.
The strange noises were getting louder. On top of the strange moaning and panting, there seemed to be a squelching sound, alongside the sound of liquid dropping onto the floor.
Maybe it wasn't actually a student?
Maybe it really was some kind of animal?
Hermione took a deep breath, counted to three and peeked around a shelf.
It was a little hard to make out in the darkness, but a solitary figure stood several rows away. The moonlight helped a bit, but at least she could identify it was a person and not an animal.
That looks like a Ravenclaw robe...
At least, Hermione thought so. The blue trim on her robes was difficult to see, but any of the other house colours would probably stand out a lot more.
What are they doing?
The figure was moving in an odd way. Stood on the spot, their back leaning against one of the shelves. Whoever it was seemed to be giving themselves an odd massage.
Hermione crept forward, stopping behind the next row of shelves. She knew she shouldn't be spying on another student, but curiosity had thoroughly defeated good judgment. The Ravenclaw student didn't seem to be studying.
So then, why were they here?
The closer Hermione edged forward, the better she could hear what was going on. Judging from the moans, the Ravenclaw was a girl.
A girl who, from this angle, seemed to have a bit of a puddle forming on the ground, with moonlight illuminating streaks of liquid flowing down her legs.
Oh no... Did she wet herself or something?
As much as she dared, Hermione crouched down, peeking her head around to get a better view. She was about to decide whether or not to approach the girl to tell her it was late and she needed to go to sleep, but suddenly froze to the spot.
This girl is wearing a robe... And only a robe...
Hermione's hand snapped to her mouth, stifling a gasp. The Ravenclaw girl was wearing literally nothing underneath. Her breasts were on full display, being played with by one hand, whilst the other was furiously massaging her crotch. The liquid Hermione had spotted earlier was slowly dripping down from there. The droplets added to the growing pool beneath the girl's feet, sending ripples through it every now and again.
Is... is she... masturbating!?
Hermione could only watch in a transfixed trance as the girl continued to moan, her body convulsing with pleasure.
I know about it... but I've never done anything as... as lewd as that!
Hermione's thoughts were a jumbled mess. She knew what the act entailed, but never felt the need to partake in such unladylike impulses.
Of course, she could never outright lie and say the thought of doing it had never crossed her mind, but she had always been able to supress the urges, directing the energy instead to her studies.
But seeing what she's doing... right in front of me... is starting to make me feel a bit... odd.
Strange feelings were spreading across Hermione's body. Feelings that seem to amplify whenever the girl let out another passion-charged moan, watching how wet the girl was getting and, something Hermione hadn't noticed up until now, inhaling the incredibly lewd scent the girl seemed to be giving off.
I shouldn't... stay here. I should probably go.
Before I start feeling...
Try as she might, Hermione couldn't pull herself away from the scene. Watching the moon spill it's radiance over the girl's body, illuminating the glistening sweat streaking down her breasts, had locked Hermione's mind to the sight in front of her. Without realizing it herself, Hermione had also begun to breath heavily.
The girl stopped playing with her crotch, bringing her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue began to dance, lapping up the juices that had collected on her hand.
"I can't stop... this feeling... why is this so addictive?" The girl whispered, letting her voice spill out for the first time.
Is... Is it really that good?
Hermione began to wonder, just as she vaguely felt a new sensation. Her panties were beginning to moisten.
Am I getting... turned on?
There was indeed a stain starting to form on Hermione's panties, growing larger as she continued to spy on the horny Ravenclaw. The urge to start playing with herself was starting to grow, with Hermione fighting a losing battle to supress it.
A battle that got exponentially harder when Hermione noticed the girl slowly slipping off her robe.
Watching it fall to the ground, landing in the puddle and soaking up the juices, Hermione almost gasped again as she saw the girl fully in the nude, resuming her assault on her crotch, seemingly not caring how dirty her robe got as she sprayed more and more liquid over it.
What is she doing!?
And why... why can't I stop watching?
Hermione could feel not just her face, but her whole body heating up. Sweat started to slowly make its way around her body.
Normally it was something that would maker her feel gross, but for right now, feeling dirty felt...
...good.
The only difference between her and me now is I'm still wearing clothes...
She was shocked to realize she felt a twinge of envy.
I'm not about to strip in the library like that harlot!
...am I?
Without realising when she had started, her hand had unconsciously moved towards her nether regions, tickling her crotch gently.
She could feel how wet she had become. If anything, she felt like she hasn't become wet enough.
"If anyone saw me like this right now... how humiliating would it be..." The Ravenclaw girl had decided to whisper again.
"If I get caught by a teacher, I might be expelled... By another student, I'd be ridiculed for the rest of my life... hmmm!!!" An ecstasy-driven moan escaped her lips, her face flushed by passion.
"But that risk... knowing I might get caught... that thrill! It's so addicting..." She continued while Hermione listened with rapture, unaware that her hand playing with her crotch was beginning to form its own puddle under her crouched legs.
"Someone... please, anyone! Please... look at me!"
"I'm dirty, covered in sweat and my own pussy juice... masturbating wildly in the library. Someone, anyone...!" The Ravenclaw girl's movements became a lot more aggressive as she spoke. It looked like she was nearing her climax.
"Maybe I'm not dirty enough? Maybe you want to see how lewd I can really be?" Hermione could not imagine how much more lewd this could get. But with every word the Ravenclaw girl spoke, Hermione's own climax was rapidly approaching.
"If that's the case..." The Ravenclaw girl stopped. Both of her hands went down to her vagina, spreading her labia wide, as well as her legs.
W-what!?
A small stream of golden liquid shot out of the Ravenclaw girl.
The stream grew stronger as time went by, though to Hermione, it all felt like an eternity. The library began to fill with a strong smell of ammonia as the girl willingly let it all out, right on top of her robe. The puddle of love juices from earlier mixed in with the fresh urine, creating a small lake in front of the girl.
"I'm doing it! I'm really... peeing! In the library!"
"Everyone who comes here tomorrow is going to smell it..." The girl's body started to shake wildly.
"Oh no... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum while peeing! In the library! Mmmph!"
The pee stream squirted violently as the girl slowly let her legs give way. Now sitting on her robe, still letting the liquid flow, the girl had a look of utter bliss on her face.
"That was... incredible... I'll have to come back tomorrow..."
Hermione stood, frozen to the spot, still breathing heavily. The lewd Ravenclaw girl had departed, leaving a sticky mess as she had made her escape.
She had taken her sodden Ravenclaw robe with her, apparently not brave enough to wander the halls of the castle in the nude, but had left behind the sizable amount of pee and other liquids in her wake.
She's not the only one... Hermione glanced back at where she had been hiding.
A much smaller puddle of her own juices was sparkling vibrantly in what was left of the ambient light. She had experienced at least two orgasms during the event, leaving Hermione with what worried her would become a permanent blush.
I've never done anything like that before...
It's wrong...!
If Harry and Ron... or any of the others found out about what I've just done, they'd think I'm as bad as that Ravenclaw!
She bit her lip, remembering the waves of pleasure that had shaken her to her core.
But... I slightly understand that girl, at least a little bit...
It did feel really good...
And... if nobody found out about it... I might have discovered a really fun way to de-stress!
Hermione slowly wandered over to the puddle, crouching down beside it.
She sure let out a lot...
Nameless Ravenclaw girl, who I entirely blame for corrupting me, make sure you drink some water before you go to sleep!
She still felt incredibly turned on. Her common sense had not yet fully come back to her. She reached out her hand towards the puddle.
I know it's wrong...
But...
I'm curious...
Her index finger touched the puddle. She left it there for a moment, before bringing the finger towards her face.
The smell was turning me on like crazy before.
I really want to know...
How does it taste?
With only the slightest hint of hesitation, she popped the finger in her mouth.
Her first impression was simply that it tasted incredibly sexy. Slightly bitter notes followed soon after.
Maybe it was because her whole nervous system was still in shock over what happened, but her tastebuds seemed to enjoy it.
Yeah... I'm definitely broken after that...
Her hand once again reached down to play with her completely soaked panties, but paused for a moment.
I want to do it too.
Just like her.
Before long, Hermione suddenly found herself undressing in the middle of the library.
First her shoes, slipping them off and hiding them under one of the tables.
Her robe followed, making a rustling sound as it slipped off her shoulders.
This is... It really is an incredible feeling! It feels so wrong, but I don't want to stop!
Pulling her jumper off, she dropped it on top of the robe by her feet. It wasn't especially warm in the castle at the moment, but her body felt so hot that she wasn't too surprised to see her shirt was soaked through with sweat, revealing her bra underneath.
Well, I don't want to catch a cold! Hermione giggled as she removed the shirt, dropping it unceremoniously on top of the pile.
With her bra now exposed, the excitement she was feeling was beginning to ramp up. Her hand moved to the zipper on her skirt.
If I take this off, all I'll be wearing is my socks and my underwear...
If her thoughts were supposed to be the last vestiges of her conscious begging her to stop, she didn't want to listen. She pulled the zip and undid the buttons, letting the cloth fall down her legs.
She stepped out of her skirt and looked down, marvelling at how her skin glowed in the moonlight.
What on earth would Harry and Ron think if they could see me right now?
She could hazard at guess at what they might think. Thoughts of her friends gazing at her with lust in their eyes was turning her on even more.
They probably wouldn't mind too much if I turned into a little bit of a lewd girl.
If that's the case, maybe I wouldn't mind showing them a bit more?
She reached behind her back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra. Her excited nerves were making it a bit harder than usual, but the hooks unlatched before long, allowing the bra to fall to the ground, exposing her body to the world.
She could see the glistening sweat rolling down her breasts reflecting the light in the library, with her nipples standing strongly to attention.
I don't think I've ever seen them so erect before...
Next was her kneehigh socks. Sitting on the edge of the table, she imagined she was giving her two best friends a sexy show.
Hermione slowly slid down the sock from her left leg, taking her time with it. After she had pulled it to halfway down the sole, she allowed the sock to drop off her foot on top of the pile, followed not long after by the other sock.
And now all that's left is...
She stood up, standing above her pile of discarded clothes. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her white cotton panties, she slowly began to slip them down. She could feel the band passing down her buttocks. On the front, she was slowly revealing her crotch. She liked to keep herself tidy, with a soft patch of pubic hair revealing itself as the underwear lowered even further.
People already say my hair is bushy, I don't want anyone to think I'm bushy down here too!
It seemed over in a flash. Hermione had finally freed herself of her cumbersome clothes and she could feel every slight gust of wind over every inch of her body.
I love it. This feeling. This freedom!
Glancing at the wet panties in her hand, she gulped, contemplating what she was about to do.
Bringing the cloth to her face, she buried her nose in it, feeling the cool touch of the moisture. The strong scent wafted it's way up her nose. It was an incredible smell. How had she never done this before?
She could feel her thighs getting wetter. She desperately wanted to play with herself right then and there, but before she indulged herself, she decided to go for a little wander around the library.
Imagine if this was during the day. Other students, trying to get their studies done. Then there's me, looking through books on the History of Hippogriffs and their Mating Rituals, not wearing a thread on me!
She wandered past other sections, well aware that she was leaving wet, glistening footsteps in her wake as her crotch started running like a fountain. She had her panties attached to her nose, breathing through it as though she was wearing them like a mask.
You know... Maybe that's not such a bad idea...
Taking the fabric in her hand, she stretched it out over her head, making sure the crotch area was planted firmly on her nose and mouth.
Being able to inhale the naughty scents, to lick her own delicious nectar, had Hermione's hands rocketing to her crotch and breasts, fondling them both hard.
This is incredible... It is addicting!
Moans started to escape Hermione's lips as she continued to go hard on her sensitive areas. Her legs began to shiver uncontrollably as she squirted all over the floor.
"It's like I'm leaving my mark in the library!" She whispered as a mischievious grin blossomed on her face.
This is my territory! That scent is all my love juices for the world to smell!
Her thoughts were slowly eroding her willpower to hold back. Rushing back towards the pile of clothes, she stood on top of them, slightly spreading her legs apart and started letting loose once again, rubbing her crotch for all she was worth.
"Even though, I just came... mmmph!!!"
Her fingers rotated between playing with her clitoris, putting a finger inside and licking the juices off her fingers.
Her moans were getting louder as her inhibitions were slowly disintegrating. Her thighs were completely soaked, veins of her juices slithering their way down her calves.
She could see her small squirts leaving dark stains on her jumper and shirt. Seeing her clothes gradually getting dirtier with each release of liquid continued to amplify the erotic feelings.
Her other hand decided to go a step further, finding it's way to her butthole. She began teasing the rim of her anus, occasionally giving it a top up of lube from her other hand.
I think... I might be able to put it in...
With a little bit of convincing, she managed to slowly get one of her fingers inside, marvelling at how warm and tight her anus was.
Look at me! What am I doing!? Standing in the middle of the library, naked as the day I was born, playing with my crotch, with a finger in my ass, leaving my scent everywhere!
How did I become this lewd?
Have I been repressing these sensations this whole time!?
Speaking of scents, her eyes wandered over to the puddle the Ravenclaw girl had left behind. Sparkling with the light and somehow incredibly inviting.
The taste was still lingering on her tongue, somehow still overpowering the taste of her own juices.
Just... a little bit more... won't hurt, right?
She didn't leave time to argue with herself. Taking off her panties from her face, she dropped them on her pile of clothes.
Getting on her hands and knees, her long hair draped over her shoulders towards the floor, with the tips of her hair now floating in the puddle.
She leaned forward, her tongue outstretched.
Just another little taste...
Her tongue made contact with the puddle. Her hair was now thoroughly soaked with the Ravenclaw girl's juices.
Yes! More, more, more!!!
She began lapping the liquid up like a beast with an unquenchable thirst.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, her last shred of dignity and common sense was screaming at her to stop, but the rest of her mind was blocking out the noise.
She scooped up as much of the puddle as she could in her hands, rubbing them all over her breasts, before continuing to drink, her mind revelling at the thought of feeling someone else's cum and pee running down her body, as well as down her throat. The smells were permeating every inch of her psyche.
Any hope she had of regaining control of herself was long gone.
One of her hands resumed having fun with her crotch, leaving her other arm for balance while Hermione continued to slurp up her new favourite liquid.
It tastes so good... And it's making me feel so good!
She could feel her climax rapidly approaching. She wanted to stay here, enjoying her new favourite drink whilst letting her orgasm spray all over the library.
But she did also have another idea that excited her even more.
Standing up, she looked at the pile of her clothes whilst using her arm to wipe her mouth clean. The scent left behind continued to assault her nostrils, only adding to how horny she was feeling.
If she can do it, so can I!
Standing once again on top of her clothes, she copied the Ravenclaw's stance from earlier. Spreading the lips of her vagina, she angled herself, preparing for the inevitable.
All that drinking made me need to pee. And all my horny thoughts want me to take this to the next level!
Years of subconscious training to only let pee loose when on a toilet made relieving herself a bit more difficult then she originally thought, but after some deep breaths, a light golden stream started to jet it's way out of her urethra.
I'm doing it! I'm peeing! In the library! All over my clothes!
The ambient temperature of the library was lower than Hermione could currently perceive, which meant every drop of urine flowing out of her, forming her own lewd puddle, was letting off clouds of steam.
Hermione's eyes looked wild with lust. She started moving her hips, ensuring that every inch of her clothes was covered in the golden liquid.
I can't stop! I don't want to stop!
One of her hands started playing with her crotch once again, urine finding its way through her fingers as she continued to massage herself.
She started rubbing her own pee over her breasts, enjoying the warmth, with her eyes following the steam that was now radiating off her own body.
Cupping one of her hands, she allowed it to fill, before bringing it to her face and swallowing a handful of pee.
I've completely lost it!
Did I somehow drink an aphrodisiac?
I'm standing in the library, drinking my own pee and spraying it all over my clothes!
And I can't stop!
I don't want to stop!
I love it! This dirty, lewd feeling! I never want it to stop!
With the taste of pee in her mouth, she resumed giving her clothes a spray-wash with urine, with her hands firmly back on her crotch and breasts. She could feel her knees starting to buckle as a huge orgasm was threatening to burst through her whole body.
It's coming! I can feel it! I'm gonna cum!! I'm-...!!!!
A spray of liquid shot out of Hermione's vagina, soaking her already destroyed clothes even more. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head out of pleasure.
She hadn't yet finished peeing, but her legs were giving out, collapsing underneath her. She continued to let a puddle start filling up behind her as she leaned forward, her face buried in her soaked clothes and her own puddle of pee.
Finding a spot, she reached out her tongue, lapping up some liquid.
Hehe, I knew I tasted better.
Hermione didn't move from that position, occasionally allowing her fingers to play with her clitoris and sampling some more pee, until the sun started to rise over the horizon.
I should really think about cleaning up and getting out of here... but I don't want to move...
But I don't want to miss any of my lessons either...
I definitely need a shower... My memory is a mess right now, but I hope there's a spell that can clean my clothes...
Or maybe it might be better to not do anything? See if anyone notices I'm covered in my own pee?
She felt another surge of adrenaline shoot through her, reigniting her lewd impulses.
I'm not going to be able to focus on anything after today... Maybe I should feign being sick?
Suddenly, she sat up, liquid still dripping down her body. She was vaguely aware that she now smelt strongly of pee and jizz but her primary concern was something else entirely.
I can't skip! The whole reason I came here was to finish Professor Flitwick's essay! I didn't get a single thing done all night!
She collapsed once again, face first into her dirty uniform, sighing in defeat.
Great. Now I'm a pervert and a delinquent. Merlin save me...
"Hermione, are you okay?"
"You looked like you haven't slept at all."
The trio were in the Great Hall, two of them enjoying breakfast whilst one of them had collapsed her weary head on top of the table.
"Didn't really."
Ron gave Harry a worried glance as they both pondered what had happened.
"Also, and I'm saying this as a friend so don't retaliate violently or anything, but you kinda smell funny?"
A small squeak of ecstasy escaped from Hermione. She felt her thighs squeeze together as though to prevent the pleasure she suddenly felt escape from her crotch.
"Um... Seriously Hermione, what's going on?"
A bright red flush had erupted on her face. She wanted to hide but had begun to realize that she was in way over her head. Her eyes peeked up at her two best friends, indignant but worried.
" I... I might need you both to help me with something. Something I can't handle alone."
Harry's concern had been worryingly high to begin with, but hearing Hermione's words had raised it considerably.
"What do you need? You know we'll do anything for you."
Hermione buried her blushing face back down on to the table. She began to speak, though the words were coming out a bit muffled.
" I think I've been hit with a curse, or drunk some sort of odd potion... And I need you both to help me do some research, which may or may not be technically illegal, to help me reverse its effects."
What was previously a mild feeling of alarm in the expression of the boys was starting to escalate into panic.
"What!? What are you talking about?" Ron's voice quivered.
"Wouldn't be the first time we've done something a bit beyond the rules but what do you need us to research?" Harry said, watching Hermione peek up at them both once again. She took a deep breath.
"Aphrodisiacs."