Syyn has an axe to grind while Delirium explores a bit.

"Let's do both!" Dee shouted as looked at her best friend with the intelligent madness in her eyes gleaming. "I know who you want Miss Syyny McGrudgey."

Syyn opened her mouth to deny being so transparent "I..." but she paused as the words failed her. She really did have a very specific target. That overrated uptight slag that got in her way, cunt-blocking her for nearly two years. Fuck. it really was obvious to someone who knew her. "Okay, so you know what I'm up to. What are you going to do?"

"I've got some ideas I need to test, so I'll probably find some nuns and corrupt them into the scarlet women your mom always warned us about."

Syyn laughed. Alright I'll see you in a bit, and disappeared in a burst of apperation.

"Now where do I start?" asked the smartest witch of her age. "And why am I asking you?"

Delirium walked around Grimmauld Place exploring some of the apartment decorated by her benefactors Toxicicity and Demonia, while Syyn had gone out to wreak her vengeance. The kind of Vengeance that Ginny Weasley was too much of a prude to take care of prior to being liberated from morals by Demonia's lessons.

Hermione explored the rooms: Potions Room, hazardous conservatory, brainwashing room, Syyn's lair (bedroom), bunch of empty rooms yet to be filled, potion's lab, Black Library...

Had she been exploring the Black Library a week ago, she would have been far more interested, but this storehouse of common light, neutral, and dark spells focused on fighting and **** rather than fucking simply highlighted the fact that the most pressing need was to look at the items Toxicity used to outfit her own bedroom. So, Delirium returned to her own Bedroom-cum-library (literally) and explored her room.

The walls were covered with bookshelves and mirrors. The ceiling was entirely a mirror, though it was magically charmed to emit a soft glow, keeping the entire room illuminated.

Delirium admired her new self in the mirrors. She hadn’t known that black latex and green hair really suited her. Had Toxicity not stepped in, she would have likely remained enshrouded by generic wool blends for the rest of her life and avoided the color green out of a dislike of Slytherin students despite it being her favorite color.

The last time she had worn this much green was in her second year, when she accidentally turned herself into a catgirl in a stolen school girl outfit. Pity that she wasted her opportunity to experiment with that body, Madam Pomfrey had her transformed back so fast she barely had the opportunity to notice that she had six nipples. Of course at the time, they would have been merely mosquito bites.

But still... catgirl in a schoolgirl outfit... yum. Oh and Theft. Dee had to clench her thighs. "So hot." knowing that she was such a bad girl even back when she was trying to be good.

"Speaking of my old school clothes..." Delirium paused as she tweaked her pierced nipples, "I suppose I should dress for success myself." And she turned to figure out how to access her closet.

Syyn's tardis-like wardrobe was obvious in its use. But clearly Toxicity wanted to have some fun with her. "If I were a mad-wytch where would I hide a closet in a room full of bookshelves? She did want to see what options Toxicity had gifted her as her old preppy/Head Girl style clothes were probably not her style anymore... though they might be useful for some roleplaying or a disguise. Of course they would require some minor alteration as none of her old clothes could even attempt to handle the outrageous G-cup Tits (capital T) that Toxi had installed when she possessed Hermione's body.

At the moment, the only things Delirium had on other than her piercings and tattoos, were a pair of shiny black thigh-high latex boots with 5-inch stilettos, a pair of black latex sleeves which ran from her shoulders to her wrists, and a spiked collar. She was walking around fully exposed and probably needed to put something else on if she was going to leave the house.

Delirium browsed her bookshelves as she pondered exactly how to open the room's closet. As she walked up to a bookcase she felt drawn to the 300's specifically 306.77 in the Dewey Decimal System. "Fetish: Fashion, sex, and power" Oxford Press. "Ah. Almost too easy."

She ran her neon green fingernails up the spine of the book, before she pulled on the book and stepped back.

The wall of books magically split open as though it were the entrance to Diagon Alley, displaying an adult boutique's worth of selection of fetish wear and toys that seemed more Delirium's style than the catsuits and corsets in Syyn's wardrobe.

But no school girl outfits? None of her old uniforms? Not even a fetish school girl outfit? "Tisk Tisk Professor Toxi."Delirium paced back and forth in the magically expanded closet before deciding that rather than dress like a muggle, she was going to wear whatever she wanted and simply cast a glamour on herself.

As she looked through the latex, pvc leather and other slut-wear that Toxicity had gifted her, she found a shiny black pvc cup less basque with a green inverted cross on the front, that hid the zipper within a flap along the long center green line of the inverted cross. At the bottom were straps that buckled around her thighs to keep it from riding up.

Hermione strapped the blasphemous fetish wear around her waist. "Oh, that's an idea, this is like a sign from god... I mean if that god is Slaanesh."

The studious wytch then paused before she noted out loud: "Technically, an inverted cross is known as a cross of St. Peter and isn't really a satanic symbol per se, but most people see a symbol turned upside down, and they assume that it stands for the opposite, so it can be titillating in it's intended offensiveness."

Delirium paused to look around at the empty room. “Exposition is far more fun when there is an audience to listen to me...oh well, I'm sure the voices in my head learned something new." The then slipped on a green pvc skirt that was more of a shiny green ruffle that slightly obscured her heavily pierced cunt.

If she wanted to avoid panic and flight in her targets, she would still need magic to disguise her. (Though the additional clothes would serve as fine anchor points for a glamour.)

Delirium was about to cast a glamour when she realized that she had no idea what had happened to her wand. When she thought about her wand, Delirium’s runic focus tattoo on her right hand began to tingle, and she could feel a warm feeling along her right arm. So, she channeled some tantric magic into the rune, and her wand shot out of her right latex sleeve and into her hand.

The wand was easily recognizable as Hermione's old wand, ten and three-quarter inches long, Vinewood, with the powerful thrumming of a dragon heartstring core. What was new was the fact that it was now lacquered with a layer of shiny black latex.

Delirium could feel the corrupted wand connect both to her magical core AND her tantric magic reservoir. As her wand re-connected with her, it emitted a shower of green and purple sparks while it vibrated like... well like a vibrator in her hand.

"Oh, that's new", the latex coating the wand felt alive in her hand. "Alive? Aware? I wonder?"

Just out of curiosity, Delirium channeled her tantric energy body shaping magic into the wand. While the length remained exactly 10 and 3/4 inches long regardless of how much energy she poured in, the latex expanded it's girth until she was holding a 10and 3/4 inch long dildo with a 2 inch girth diameter. "Nice." she remarked before she channeled some more energy into it, until it grew to max out around a 4-inch diameter girth that required both hands to hold.

"Well, if I run into anyone who regularly fucks 2-liter bottles, I'll know I'm prepared". The madwoman cackled.

Delirium shrunk it back down and paused at slightly under 1.5 inches diameter, and realized that at this point the vines of the Vinewood started to become less "vine-y" and more "vein-y" like a ribbed dildo. "Mmmm. I'm going to have to test this out, you know, for science."

She kissed the tip of her wand/dildo, and could feel its joy. "Oh, I am clearly going to have a much closer relationship with my magic." Delirium cackled as she decided to test her wand in this form.

Delirium sat back on her bed and began to play with her labia rings, enjoying the tinkling as the green composite piercings rang like dulled chimes. As she worked her hand up and down the outside of her cunt.

Delirium decided to use a tantric spell, and cast the lube spell from her hand at her wand, only for her wand to absorb the spell, and nothing else happened. Delirium paused while she stared at her wand, before her wand felt like it was magically bloated? "So, you can absorb tantric magic on your own, but can you release it?”

Delirium felt deep into her magic and her connection with her wand, and there she felt something new. Like a string of magic connecting her Tantric energy well to her wand through her normal magical core. Delirium plucked the magic string, and felt echo of something like an orgasm, as her wand suddenly jizzed clear apple-cinnamon flavored lube all over her tits.

"Was it good for you?" The wytch asked as she stared at her expanded wand, before she wiped the lube onto her hand and smeared it onto her wand.

Once it was fully coated, the former Miss Granger started pistoning her wand in and out of her cunt. For some reason it was locked to that length of 10 and 3/4 inches.

"Umph, I suppose that nnnh, it was part of, snngh, the wand's identity." She speculated out loud as she pistoned her tool and companion for the last seven years in and out of her corrupted whore cunnie.

Delirium kept thrusting her wand deep with her right hand while her left hand began fondle her pierced nipples. She got some of the left over lube on her fingers and had an idea as she thrust a finger into her ass.

"Oh god i love this. Fuuuck. All those years I could have been doing this, and I was too much of a prude."

Delirium continued to fuck herself until she felt like she was going to cum and then "IIIeeeeeeeeeeeee" Delirium finally came with a screech. As she did, she felt her wand pulse and then paint the inside of her cunt with lube as if it was cumming.

"Fucking hell. My Porridge is Apple-Cinnamon flavor now." She cackled with glee at cumming so hard, only to hear clapping from the doorway behind her.

Delirium spun around only to see Syyn.

"EH? I thought you were going to kidnap Cho and fuck with her?"

Syyn, responded "That was like 2 hours ago, Dee. I just finished strapping her into my brainwashing chair after bringing her back trussed up like a Christmas goose. How long have you been fucking your wand there and cackling like a crazy bitch?"

Delirium looked at the newly Wicked Wytch of Weasley... (Hmmm, that could bring a whole new meaning to www) and responded with a simple "Oh." Before she continued with a manic grin. "Time does fly when having fun I suppose."

She finally stood up and used her dild-wand to cast the glamour over her sinister sexy outfit.

She now looked like a punk catholic school girl, with black shoes that looked like Doc Martin's had bred with Mary Janes, white stockings, red tartan skirt, white blouse stretched taught over her giant fake tits, but she kept her spiked collar and green hair. Her facial piercings and tattoos however appeared fuzzy like they were out of focus.

As Delirium examined her glamour, she continued, "Well, was she surprised to see you?"

Syyn smirked, "well, since I stunned her when she was napping at her family's potion supply office she was surprised from one perspective. Were she lucid, she probably would still think she's safely at work."

Delirium tapped her center labret spike with an index finger, telling her that she could feel her piercings despite the glamour. "If you took her from work doesn't that mean it's more likely that she's going to be deemed missing?"

"Nope. I checked out her calendar, and her day planner, and used the slaaneshi dream walking to check her memories. Her parents are in Hong Kong for some negotiations and aren't expected back for weeks, and she's got all the employees at the store thinking she's helping outa different group."

Delirium considered all that and said "that all seems convenient, but why not."

Syyn then continued, "At the moment, i've got her trussed up like a roast in my brainwashing room and am running a general mind breaking spell on her. I haven't decided whether to turn her into a gimp, pain-slut, or something else."

Delirium looked at her friend and grinned, "let me know how that goes, I'm going to experiment on some prudes.

And maybe if I'm lucky, i can find some nuns or schoolgirls to corrupt."

Delirium then shrunk her wand down a little more to a 3/4 inch girth before she released it and it fell through the glamour into her latex sleeve like it had been dropped in a pool of water. Now that she had re-bonded with her corrupted wand, her magic senses were elevated by exponential levels.

But before the corrupted bookworm could apparate to her own destination, she saw a spike-studded leather collar with a pentagram on the buckle, hanging from a hook on the inside of her closet door, this gave her a great idea for an enchanted item.

"Oh, that's just too much fun to pass up." Said Delirium as she used both her tantric energy and her corrupted wand to quickly inscribe runes and imbue tantric energy into the item she decided to craft. As she also began to think about how to watch the entertainment that this toy would provide, she installed a surveillance spell and then she put a glamour over it that would make it look like a Christian rosary.

Soon, the mad muggle-born held the enchanted(cursed) collar aloft and shouted: "At last, my greatest creation is complete! And now for some Nuns!"

And she apparated away.

The corrupted Weasley dominatrix stood there for a second, alone... clad in her black latex catsuit. "Seriously?" ... "Even as a whorish mad-wytch, Dee gets too wrapped up in her pet projects." Syyn shrugged at her friend's antics before she went to experiment with breaking in her new toy.