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Chapter 9
by zd11
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Option 3: The Wand Chooses The Witch
She wasn't sure why Rose was smirking, honestly - there was nothing wrong with wanting to stand out, especially when they still needed to...
...get Hermione her wand! "I've got just the thing," Maggie said with a smile. Hermione let out a small squeak of surprise as her heels abruptly shot up another inch in height, leaving her tottering about for a moment until she could get her stance sorted out. The strings of her thong shifted, two lengthening and one shortening to form a Y-shaped meeting point just under her plug-stuffed pucker, leaving the wide base prominently visible between the upper two strings if she - or anyone else - were to sink her fingers deep into the meat of one or both of her cheeks and **** them apart. Her skirt shifted too, the hem rising up to cover even less of her slappable, clappable bubble butt than before as it became shorter at the back than the front. The brunette idly pumped her index finger between her lips while she sucked on it, and fluttered her eyelashes at herself as she looked in one of the shop's full-length mirrors, posing side-on and arching her back while she gave an experimental wiggle of her hips.
Lily was waiting for them as they walked out the door, two fingers pumping between her lower lips and her free hand squeezing one of her massive tits. Her bodysuit was looking a little worse for wear, the bright red latex evidently having had a close encounter with the building's brick exterior at some point during their time inside and now sporting dozens of small holes that exposed the pale curves beneath. "Looking good, Mum," Rose remarked, giving her mother's other breast a casual grope. "Want to take Hermione to get her wand now she's properly dressed?" The redhead just stared blankly into space, moaning softly as she continued to finger herself, even as Rose first snapped her fingers in front of her face and then leaned in to circle one of the MILF's swollen nipples with the tip of her tongue. "Oh, wow," the younger Evans remarked, "you're absolutely miles away, aren't you?" Straightening back up, she shrugged and beckoned for Hermione to follow her. "Guess we're doing this without her, then; come on!"
The brunette looked nervously at Lily. "Are you sure she'll be alright?"
Rose blinked, then smiled and shrugged. "Sure! I mean, the worst that's going to happen is that she'll get dragged of to be a sex **** in Carn Alley again," she replied cheerily, "and since it's her turn anyway, I can't get too jealous of her if that happens. Anyway, enough about Mum - it's time to get yourself a real witch's wand!" Hermione followed as Rose began to walk away, her gait slipping easily into a hip-swinging, booty-popping strut that surprised her for a moment - was there some sort of enchantment on her shoes? The shock quickly subsided in favour of a warm, reassuring feeling of confidence; it just felt right to be drawing so much attention and emphasising her ass like this. Once or twice she imagined hands reaching out of the surrounding shoppers to slap and grab her, but to her disappointment relief she went unmolested as she slipped into the dark, dusty interior of Ollivander's wand shop.
"Ah, another muggleborn!" Hermione pointedly didn't scream as a thin, reedy voice piped up behind her, but she did stumble a couple of steps further into the shop before she caught herself and turned to face what must be the Ollivander named on the sign. "Apologies, apologies. Garrick Ollivander, at your service," the old man smiled, as floating measuring tapes, rulers and callipers began to form a cordon around them both. "Don't mind the tools, they're just eager to get started," he reassured her, bustling past and towards the bewildering array of drawers and shelves. "Now, I assume you're here for your first wand? Well, only wand, I hope."
"Um, yes, I- AH!" Hermione's spine stiffened as a wooden ruler swung through the air and slapped both of her asscheeks with a sharp, stinging crack. "Ooh... Y-Yes, I was following my friend here and, um... Oh! Are you sure this is h-how you measure someone for a wand?" The measuring tape coiling up her thighs like serpents stopped just short of slipping under the front of her thong, but the ones measuring around the base of each breast had no such restraint when it came to her bra. "Wandlore is more than just arm length and grip strength, young lady," Ollivander replied as he rummaged around the drawers, "especially with the Ministry mandating the use of an older design for witches. Here, try this." He spun around and thrust something into Hermione's hands. "Twelve inches, hawthorn, with a Troll sinew core and Acromantula venom varnish - perfect for curses."
Hermione's fingers wrapped around the textured handle of the long, thick baton she'd just been handed, struck dumb by the sight of the glossy wooden cock easily as large as any of the men she'd taken up her asshole in the Leaky Cauldron. Running on pure instinct, she raised it to her lips and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip, before swirling her tongue around the head a few times. She was shocked out of her reverie by the sensation of rough hands kneading her body before Ollivander yanked it out of her grasp. "Surprising to see a wand like that get such a good reaction with a muggleborn, but not quite perfect. Try this-" This one was almost pure white, with a distinctly equine flare and medial ring. "-instead; eleven and a half inches of ash and Dragon heartstring, varnished in Centaur seed." This time, she found herself wrapping her free arm around her chest as she thrust the pale shaft between her tits wildly, finally being rewarded with a window-rattling whinny that seemed to come from nowhere.
"Almost there," Ollivander announced, leaving Hermione feeling more than a little bewildered as a final object was pressed into her hand, "sixteen inches, walnut and Veela hair, varnished in Troll spit - a study in contrasts." This time, the reaction was immediate, the ribbed rod vibrating with such intensity that she had to grab it with both hands, before a gout of pale, glowing goo erupted from the tip and plastered her face in a thick layer of pearlescent ooze. "Excellent," the elderly wandmaker crowed, "I seldom find such a perfect match within the first five wands, let alone three. You'll go far with this one, mark my words." Hermione barely noticed as Rose breezed into the shop with coin purse in hand and a smirk on her face, too busy trying to clear away the fog from her brain as the strange, disorienting feeling from Madame Malkin's returned in full ****. When had that started? It was... It was when...
"-ione? Hello? Are you in there?"
She idly sucked the last of the ectoplasmic money shot from her fingertips and shook her head slightly, looking around at the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley. "Sorry Rose, I just got a bit, um, distracted there. Is this-" She brandished her wand, licking her lips slightly as she realised just how thick it was. "-what you meant when you said 'wand'? Only, it seems a bit..."
"Big? Don't worry," the raven-haired girl gave Hermione a reassuring pat on the ass, "I had to get a new one when the Ministry changed the regulations earlier this year." She gestured down to the foot and a half of veiny, wrist-thick wood strapped to the outside of her thigh. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it in no time." She held up a similar set of straps. "Now, do you want to fit this yourself or do you trust me so close to that gorgeous cameltoe?" Hermione bit her lip and nodded as Rose grinned wickedly and sank into a squat in front of her, before moaning in surprise and frantically grabbing at the wall behind her for support when she discovered that - unlike Ollivander's enchanted tape measures - Rose saw no reason not to take advantage of getting her hands so close to Hermione's pussy. It was a minor miracle that she had the restraint to stop at that, so they could...
Option 1: ...head to Gringotts to open a student account. Lily and Rose are perfectly willing to cover Hermione's costs, but she still deserves a chance to receive an, ah, 'injection of seed capital' from the Goblins.
Option 2: ...take a trip into Carn Alley to fetch Professor Potter. Just because it was her turn to be used as a sex ****, didn't mean she could stay there indefinitely - especially not so close to the start of the school year!
Option 3: ...tick off all the other requirements on Hermione's shopping list. Cauldrons, quills, and all sorts of highly 'educational' books!
Option X: Something else. A time-skip, a random encounter, a variation on an existing option, whatever floats your boat.
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