“Your daydream charms,” Hermione growled impatiently at George. Her hair seemed bushier than usual, giving her the air of an angry lion.

"Yes?” George said timidly.

Lords, the woman had been tetchy since Ron had run off with their sister-in-law, Fleur. Hermione was approaching 30 and seemed to take the action as a personal insult. Molly had been scandalized. Bill was crushed. He had thrown himself into his work and Gringotts was more than happy to supply him with work. Last anyone knew, he was in South America trying to crack a particularly hard curse on a Mayan temple.

“They’re pretty tame,” she said simply. She seemed to be sucking slightly on her bottom lip.

“We didn’t want anyone to complain.” George blushed. “I voted for different grades.”

“I’ll give you 50 Galleons if you can make me come.” Hermione slapped her money on the counter.

Fred popped his head out of the back room, his jaw to his chest. He looked around.

“I’m glad you’re the only person in here,” Fred said, looking scandalized.

“It’s why I came so early,” Hermione said impatiently. “Can you do it?”

“Absolutely,” Fred said quickly.

“Can we watch your reaction?” George said. Hermione scowled at him. “I mean,” he added quickly, “we only have us to test it on. If we don’t have a female, we won’t have complete information.”

“Maybe,” Hermione said suspiciously.

“Right,” Fred said, coming out of the back room, his hands full of enchanted candy. “We could have something in a couple weeks. I think we have an old prototype or two hanging around.”

“I can think of something that would make it brilliant!” George said as it seemed as if he remembered something. “Oh, it’s perfect!”

“What?” Fred asked.

“Tell you later,” George said quickly to Fred. He turned back to Hermione. “You don’t want to be bored with design specs.”

“I know the original makeup,” Hermione said.

“Just a tweak,” George said. “An expensive tweak. Worth every penny, though,” he added hastily.

“Good,” Hermione said. “Owl me when it’s done,”

“Will do,” Fred said, looking curiously at his twin.

Hermione turned on her heel and stalked from the building.

“Good lord, she’s pent up,” George snickered as they watched her stalk by the front window.

“No doubt,” Fred said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your ‘tweak?’”

“The Erised annals,” George giggled.

“What?” Fred asked. “We aren’t even supposed to have that book. Mundungus would kill us if we ratted him out for stealing books from the Black house. Not to mention it's dark magic.”

“Ah,” George said. “But it’s not illegal magic.”

“Part of it is,” Fred frowned.

“Not the part of the enchantment we need,” George said. “We’re not going to search her soul, just find the object of her lust.”

“What if it’s Ron?” Fred made a face. “Ant it’ll be her deepest desire.”

“What are the chances Ron’s her deepest desire?” George said.

“Good point,” Fred said. “Fine, we’ll give it a shot.”


Hermione made her way through Diagon Alley to the twins' shop a few weeks later. She tried not to think too hard about what she was about to do.

As she reached for the door it swung open, the bell clanged noisily and she looked up to see Dean Thomas.

“Well hello, Hermione,” Dean said holding the door open for her.

“Goodness you’re up early,” Hermione said weakly.

“Howard’s getting back from his grandmother's today. It’s his birthday.” Dean smiled.

“Goodness, another one already,” Hermione said. “How old is he now?”

“Eight,” Dean said. “First year with fireworks. It’ll be exciting. So why are you up so early?”

“Lots of things to do today,” Hermione said. “I have to restock the laboratory again.”

“You’d think you could order those in through the Ministry,” Dean said, frowning.

“Well, I can.” Hermione hesitated. “But I like to see what’s available myself. Make sure things are fresh.”

“Of course.” Dean smiled. “Always the perfectionist. Well, have a good day.”

Hermione felt like letting out a sigh of relief. “You too.”

She slipped into the shop and Dean whistled his way up the street to the Leaky Cauldron.

“Do you have it?” Hermione asked.

Fred smiled widely at her. “You’re afraid you’re going to be seen with it.”

“Hush,” Hermione said, annoyed.

“Come on back then.” Fred beckoned to her and Hermione hastily bustled through the shop and into the privacy of the twins’ back room.

“Well, hello,” George said mischievously as she swept the curtain aside.

“Do you have it?” Hermione demanded.

“Are you going to let us watch?” George asked hopefully holding up a plain brown box.

“Maybe next time,” Hermione snapped as she turned on her heel and practically ran from the shop.

“Completely repressed.” George shook his head.

“Such a shame,” Fred said. “How many are in there.”

Three,” George said. “Let’s see if we see her again before the weeks out.”


Hermione made her way back to the small cottage she shared with Crookshanks with haste. She knew no one could see through the box, but Mad-Eye seemed to pop up at the most inappropriate places.

She knew he was completely discreet, but still.

It was a small place. One floor, a kitchen, pantry, sitting room and 2 bedrooms. It was full of lacquered wood and old memories. She still hadn’t the energy to take Ron’s pictures down.

A Muggle picture of their wedding beamed from the mantle, although Ron had gained a pointed beard and horns.

Hermione locked her door behind her and made her way to the bedroom. She drew her curtains shut and her bed creaked as she sat on the thin quilt covering it. She opened the box.

Three twists of sparkling paper lay on a small pillow of red satin.

“Wow,” Hermione said as she lifted one of the bundles out. “Thanks, guys.”

She put the box on her night stand and took a deep breath. She lay back on her bed and opened the twist of paper.

A small pink glow came from the paper for a second before the smell of roses and country rain filled her nostrils.

Hermione suddenly found herself in a barn. She was surrounded by piles of what appeared to be hay, but was strangely soft and un-scratchy. She giggled to herself.

A thunderstorm raged outside. Hermione peered out a window. It seemed like the barn was in the middle of nowhere. She saw grass and trees, but nothing else nearby.

Suddenly a door behind her was kicked in. Hermione turned to see a black cowled figure.

It didn’t seem to be fully corporeal yet, like it was deciding what to turn into. Well, George did say it had only been tested on males. Perhaps what did it for women was more complex.

The black cowled figure snapped into view as it settled on a figure.

Hermione felt her heart leap into her throat as the figure lifted its head and a Death Eater mask stared at her, dispassionately.

Fred and George couldn’t have known. There was no way they could have known.

It must be an adaptable spell. Hermione looked down at herself for the first time and realized she was wearing her old Hogwarts uniform. She shivered.

The barn shimmered around her. Hermione began to worry. It seemed like the interlude were adapting to her the longer she stayed entwined in the spell.

She could, of course break the spell at any time, but she had a feeling what was coming up.

Her old Potions classroom shimmered into view. Hermione felt an ache in her midsection that she hadn’t felt in years. As the room adapted to its surroundings, desks surrounded the Death Eater and he shimmered again once more before turning into Professor Severus Snape.

The students sat as their desks, unblinking as if they were frozen in place. Or frozen in time.

Hermione stood before Snape's desk, facing the class.

“Imperio,” Snape said, waving his wand at her.

Hermione felt herself becoming relaxed. It wasn’t anything like the Imperius Curse, actually, but it was suitable for this fantasy. The one she had ran through her head on a constant loop her sixth-year.

Snape strode through the classroom, looking down at the students and smirking

“Do you know how hard it is to pull off a Time Freeze Curse?” Snape said silkily.

“Yes, Master.” Hermione heard herself coerced into saying.

“Do you know why I had to do this?”

“Because I’m an insufferable know-it-all and deserve to be punished, Master,” Hermione said. She giggled through the fake Imperius Curse. Had she really been this silly? It made her feel slightly giddy.

Snape slapped her face. It hurt.

She stopped laughing immediately.

“Do you find something funny?”

“No, Master,” Hermione whispered.

Snape grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She banged her head on his desk as he roughly shoved her down. She was magically bound down. She felt her knees lock and her legs part. She was muted. She couldn’t speak the counter spell to release her from the fantasy. Part of her was completely satisfied that 16 year old Ron was watching the scene. She kind of wished she could see him staring at her.

She felt his hand come down on her backside three hard times. She opened her mouth in a silent scream.

“Stubborn, are we?” Snape said dangerously. Hermione knew he knew perfectly well she was muted. She felt as he lifted her skirt slowly, draping it up over her hips. His hand came down firmly three more times.

Hermione felt hot tears slide down her cheeks.

“Still nothing,” Snape said, sounding slightly impressed.

She knew he was mocking her. She felt his hands gently tug her panties down. He rubbed her reddened skin gently. It burned at his mere touch. She squirmed slightly.

“I don’t think you’re understanding the situation.” Hermione heard Snape say as she heard him walk away. A cupboard door opened and closed behind her.

She knew what was coming. She was stuck in this nightmare. What had Fred and George done?

Hermione felt the wooden paddle come down on her backside hard enough to make a loud cracking sound. The muting spell was lifted.

She screamed as the other two smacks landed with precision.

“That’s my girl,” Snape purred. He poured a potion over her backside and the pain began to subside.

He started rubbing it in gently, but Hermione noticed how slippery it had become. He brushed his fingers over her privates and she squirmed. He did it again and she squirmed more. She was trying to stop crying.

"Well, that’s annoying,” Snape said and muted her once more. She was shocked by her lack of control of the situation, but even more by the feeling of Snape’s nose nudging her privates. He rubbed more of the slippery potion on her privates as he sucked on her gently. Hermione felt herself nudging back slightly.

Two fingers entered her and she felt a strange sensation travel through her. Her privates began to tingle in anticipation and she felt herself getting more and more aroused.

Snape chuckled behind her.

She heard a zipper. Then she felt something nudge her. He moved his cock over her, slipping the head in and out of her folds before inching it forward, stretching her open. She noticed the potion hadn’t taken the sting completely away from her backside.

“You really are just a filthy whore, aren’t you?” Snape asked casually. Hermione heard herself gasp and knew she could speak.

“Just yours, Master,” Hermione panted.

“Are you telling me the truth?” Snape snarled as he roughly slammed into her.

“Yes, Master.” Hermione pushed herself back onto him. “I only want your cock, Master.”

Snape pulled himself out of her and pulled her off the desk, flinging her to the ground. As she tried to rise she felt a hand on her head as Snape forced himself into her mouth. She knelt in front of him, swirling her tongue over his head.

“Suck on it,” he hissed.

Hermione did her very best, grabbing his hips and pulling him into her mouth, hungrily. He groaned and leaned back onto the desk. She watched him watching her.

After a time, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her.

“I love tasting you on your lips,” he whispered. She kissed him back.

He sat her on the edge of his desk, which wasn’t really hard at all now, and kissed her as he entered her. She lay back and put her arms above her head. She felt them bind themselves together.

Snape reached out and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, running a finger between her breasts before he took a small knife and cut the small bit of fabric between her breasts, holding her bra on.

He pinched a nipple. Hermione moaned. He grabbed her breast roughly and increased his pace within her. He reached down with his other hand and began twisting and teasing her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Hermione heard herself gasp. His hands were on her hips driving himself in harder, but it still felt like his hands were twitching and teasing all of her.

“Say you’re mine,” Snape hissed.

“I’m yours,” Hermione groaned.

“There are no others?”


“Are you my sweet little slut?”


Hermione gritted her teeth as she came, a scream that sounded more like a snarl escaping.

As her final throes of passion began subsiding Snape pulled himself out and pulled her head to him, aiming himself at her face.

As she took a faceful of him, she became aware of the Time Freeze Curse coming undone.

He tucked himself back into his trousers and billowed out of the room as he left her to face her shocked classmates.

“Oh. My. God,” Draco Malfoy said, staring openmouthed.

The scene began to shimmer.

Hermione found herself laying back on her bed, trying to catch her breath, her body still throbbing.

She smiled to herself.

Dear Lord, she had two more.

Fred and George were going to make millions.