Maybe it was the side effect of Polyjuice + Sleeping Drought, or it was due to such intense fucking you just received but you did not have any ordinary dream as before. Most nights you'd dream of finally leaving this horrid land, of Sirius suddenly arriving to take him to his new home. The lights would be bright and the birds would sing. Dudley would be turned into a pig and the Petunia and Vernon would have some horrid fate befall them.
This night was not like that. Instead, the dreamscape was dark, you found yourself unable to move. Your environment at first seemed alien before you noticed a familiar door nob. You were back in the cupboard again. You quickly began to thrash and fear infected your skin. No! Not again, not here! you tried to scream, but no words came from your lips. You banged your hands on the door, but it would not budge. You begin to hyperventilate. Your breathing became erratic, you could feel your breasts heave.
Wait...
You look down upon his now naked form. You were a woman. Scars along your stomach, thighs and breasts reminded you of long nights being thrashed about by Master Vernon. This must be a dream, but, master? Like all dreams, memories of a false life suddenly felt very real. You never got that letter to Hogwarts. You never became a wizard. You were just a scared girl. You recall your 18th birthday when Master Vernon took you for the first time. You could feel your pussy moisten as you recalled the many times you have since serviced your Uncle.
Suddenly, though your reminiscence felt like ages, a large dick popped out of a hole in your doorway. To you, as Harry, this may seem like a surprise, but you(as Hermione) knew just what to do. You licked your lips and began to wrap them around the thick cock. Each vein pressed itself against the inside of your cheek. The throbbing meat pushed deep into your throat as you serviced it. Thick drool coating it as you gagged, now unable to break. You(as Harry) screamed in your own mind to get off the dick, but instead your hands shoved themselves deep into your pussy, with bliss blocking your own insecurities.
Suddenly you pulled yourself up. How you did so in such a tight cupboard was due to the logic of a dream. Lifting your hips to the cock, Your's eyes looked forward to see as Hermione in the mirror. It resembles Hermoine's, only dolled up like a whore. Thick make-up, stained eye shadow running over it, from her fake being fucked for long hours before going to sleep.
The cock pushed itself against her soaking pussy, about to go all the way through her body. Such an experience would surely break her.
(Credits to dbmanga)
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