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Hermione stood just outside of the Entrance Hall, listening for any sounds of students or teachers moving around. She had seriously debated with herself on asking Harry for the Maurader’s Map, which hadn’t been used much at all in their eighth year here at Hogwarts, but then she would have had to explain to her best friend why she needed it. She turned her head, hearing some noise from the corridor that led down to the dungeons, but she didn’t see any light or any movement.
Deciding it was probably safe enough, she took her wand and rapped it down on the top of her head, casting a Disillusionment Charm over herself, concentrating that it was strong enough. With her body hidden from what she hoped were all eyes, she cast another spell, causing the front doors to open slightly as though a wind had pulled against them, and Hermione snuck out into the darkness.
She was on a mission, one that her mind wouldn’t allow her a moment of reprieve from since she had found the diary two days ago. Hermione had been in the library, deep in the shelves of the Restricted Section. Browsing for old Pureblood Laws on elf ownership when a small black diary had fallen from the top shelf as she pulled a book from the same shelf.
Hermione’s first instinct had been to throw it away, already knowing how dangerous other’s diaries could be in the hands of anyone but the owner, but when she had flipped through the pages only to find a drawing that could only be described as pornographic her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
Already aware of her surroundings, a leftover from her days running before the war had come to an end. Hermione made her way to her favorite corner in the back of the Hogwarts library. She opened the small diary an began to read the entries from what she could only gather as a Hogwarts student, the dates stating they must have already left Hogwarts, who had found out another secret about the castle that even Hogwarts a History didn’t know about.
This particular student, never giving away their identity or clues that would lead to Hermione discovering it, had written in detail about all of the best places in the castle to catch a quick snog, the best places when you wanted to go further than a snog, and the places in and around the castle that made self-pleasure a most forbidden experience. Hermione had been so caught up in the written words of this over-sexualized student that she hadn’t noticed the late hour til Madam Prince had shooed her from the library.
Hermione had needed more than just her fingers that night as she stared longingly at the drawing of a Hogwarts student and to Hermione’s great surprise, the giant squid that lived in the lake. The giant squid had then filled her dreams and most of her waking thoughts for the next two days as Hermione finished the diary but found herself wanting in the worst way.
Without a boyfriend, especially after the way she and Ron had ended before she went back to Hogwarts, Hermione had little options in the way to relieve the tension that was churning her insides after she had found the little black book.
So two days after her discovering she found herself on the steps leading away from the castle towards the Great Lake. There was a map inside of the diary that showed a secluded spot where she could go, and it gave the incantation that would call the giant squid to her.
As she walked down the slightly slippery steps, she pulled the book from her robes and checked the map again, knowing she was going the right way, but wanting to be very careful as the way would take her close to Hagrid’s cabin. Hermione walked quickly by the small stone cottage and just as she put her foot down on another stone, her shoe slipped a little on the wet rock.
“Ooph,” she called out, forgetting the need to be quiet.
She had decided that she would only lift the Disillusionment charm when she was safely near the lake and hidden amongst the trees. So when Hagrid’s cabin door swung open, and the tall half-giant looked out, she stopped moving.
“Whose o’t there?” Hagrid called out into the dark.
Hermione stayed frozen, hoping that her breathing wasn’t loud and that it would give her away. She watched his sharp black beetle eyes dart around, but eventually, he shut the door to his cabin, and Hermione let out a loud sigh.
She waited another minute before she set back off into the darkness. It took her a few more minutes before she finally reached the tree line and began her descent into the true shadows of the forest. The map had instructed that once you reach the tree line, you keep walking into you reach a small cove of the lake, which is surrounded by trees on three sides, and the mouth of which opened away from the castle, preventing anyone seeing anything.
So Hermione walked on, the images illustrated in the book playing in her mind’s eye, blocking out any thought of if she should do this, or what it said about her that she was craving such a physical connection. She had followed the instructions of the book on what to wear as well, and she was dressed in her long black outer cloak under which was a school uniform skirt, button up shirt and nothing else but her shoes. The book had explained that she should strip before using the incantation as the squid would in its haste shred anything that stood in the way.
The previous student had also explained that it was an incredibly sensual experience to walk through the castle and grounds with nothing covering her core, and feeling the excitement drip down her thighs. That she would be teased deliciously as the starched white button up rubbed against her growing nipples, and Hermione could officially say it had been exactly the experience the student had described.
Hermione was beginning to wonder if she would attract more than just the giant squid with the smell of her arousal as even she could smell it now. She hoped she was nearing the spot soon, as she wasn’t sure how much more teasing she could take before she would have to stop and sink her fingers deep into her quim. Just as her hand went up to begin twisting her hard peaks, needing more distraction from the delicate throb of her core, she saw the cove only 30 yards away. Her feet carried her faster as she saw the rocky shoreline as it had been described in the diary and had been painted into her mind’s fantasies.
She broke back through the treeline, this time in a different part of the forest, and she undid the disillusionment charm, a thrill crawling up her spine as she realized what was about to happen. On the edge of the shoreline she saw a large rock, and there she took off her cloak and began to undo the fastenings of her skirt. Her fingers were trembling as the skirt fell past her thighs, and onto the ground, where she scooped it up and folded it neatly on top of the rock. Her shirt soon joining the pile, before she finally removed her shoes.
Hermione extracted her wand from the pocket of her robes, and pulling the diary out, read:
Now that I had found the spot. I placed my cloak at the edge of the ebb and flow of the water, just enough that it didn’t get soaked. I laid down on it, naked, the moonlight the only thing covering my skin. I opened my legs, plunging my fingers into the slick that was now trailing down my thighs, almost to my knees and pulled my wand. With a whisper of words, I sang “venite ad me daemonium voluptatem” and waited. My wait was not long before the water began to swirl and the long tentacles unfurled themselves from the depths of the lake, reaching for me, beckoning me with the promise of pleasure untold.
Hermione sat the book back down on the rocks next to her, grasped her wand lightly between her fingers and whispered venite ad me daemonium voluptatem.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the water begin to churn, bubbles breaking the surface of the smooth lake and a large pair of eyes peeked from the surface.
To be continued. . .