Quiet Library

Hermione and Harry sat in the Library. Hermione was studying as usual, Harry was just hoping for a quite Halloween. No one else was in Library, someone that Hermione was overjoyed about. The sun had only set as the pair sat quite across from one other.

Hermione turned a page on the book she was reading. Suddenly she started feeling warm. She sighed as she hoped she wasn't getting sick. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then continued to read her book.

"Is something wrong ?" Asked Harry, concerned about her first friend.

"No." Said Hermione, she did like Harry for asking. Harry shrugged got back to reading his book.

As time went by, Hermione continued to feel warmer and warmer. Yet, she didn't feel sick. No, she felt restless. She was completely unaware that her breasts started to get bigger or that her normally bushy hair started to get straight and become silky smooth.

Hermione squirmed as her both her bra and blouse felt tight. Did they shrink she thought to herself. After a few more minutes Hermione's face redden. She gulped, as a sense of both arousal and embarrassment washed over her. She bit her lower lip, as she felt her pussy getting wet.

'What going on', Hermione thought to herself. Why was she getting arousal all of sudden. She looked at Harry, and her blushed deepen. Harry might be her only friend but she had a secret crush on. Ever since she saved her from that troll during their first year. She been slowly falling in love with him. She never told him, worse fearing a rejection and at best ruining their friendship. Why would handsome, smart and lord of one of the oldest and wealthiest houses want someone like her.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. Fantasies of Harry kissing her started playing out in her mind. At first they where mostly clean. Some kissing, some Harry confessing his eternal love for her. All bought a smile to Hermione's face. As she continued to fantasize, they become more erotic. Kissing become making out, Harry hands moved under her skirt.

Hermione squirmed even more in her chair, as her panties became completely soak.

Soon dream Harry and Hermione where in a bed. Dream Harry undressing Dream Hermione. Saying she was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. In reality Hermione's chest had grown to the point it was straining both her bra and blouse. As normal Hermione was barely a B cup. Now she almost an E cup. Her hair was now more like a super model then the messing bush it once was.

Suddenly in Hermione's fantasy, she was no longer in a fantasy room with a half naked Harry. No, she was in dark room. Suddenly touched lit the room. As a tall dark figure stood before. Dream Hermione gulped, as she knew who it was. It was Harry, not the nice friendly Gryffindor Harry. No, this Harry wore Slytherin green. This is Dark Harry, something from the darkest part of her mind.

For all of Hermione's will and toughness. Her desire to be independent and powerful. To have a men love and treat her like an equal. Her deepest and darkest desire was to be control, to have a strong and powerful man. Make her his personal sex ****. Hermione hated this part of her. Every lonely night she masturbated in secret. Dark Harry would slowly creep into her mind. He would rip her clothes off, dominate her and have his way with her.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Harry. She would do anything, just to have Dark Harry for one night.