She's helpless to watch

'Mione gave the plain-faced girl in the mirror a sultry wink, then turned back to Harry, who was tenderly planting kisses all over her bared back.

"Come on, sexy," grinned 'Mione, placing her hands either side of his head, guiding him as he stood up. "Ron's gone, and we're in the middle of nowhere. We can fuck as loud as we want."

Harry pulled her into an intimate hug, her skin electrifying all over as they touched. She felt the warmth of his breath on her ear.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," murmured Harry.

Harry eased back on the double bed, stroking his cock to the view as his lover bit her lip and swayed to unheard music. As she slowly danced before him, reaching behind her back to unclasp the red covering, he realised 'lovers' didn't really capture his and Hermione Granger's relationship. He loved each of her personalities in a different way: his friend Hermione was like a sister to him; Miss Granger was as much of a romantic soulmate as he could imagine; and 'Mione... well, their love was mostly physical.

With a final flourish of her wand, 'Mione vanished her panties, revealing the pink, dripping pussy beneath. Her gorgeous eyes, encircled by black eyeshadow, pinned him down, an alluring lustfulness shining from them. His eyes were temporarily drawn to her beautiful breasts, how the locket was so at home between them - but he couldn't avoid 'Mione's dark pupils for long. Hips swaying, she sauntered over to the bed, then slowly crawled towards him on all fours, those eyes still locked on his, as if she were a predator claiming her prey. When she reached his dick, she lowered her chest, dragging her bountiful tits over his body, until finally her face was level with his.

Opening her crimson lips, 'Mione pronounced two words, in an unquestionable command. "Fuck. Me."

Harry didn't need telling twice. After positioning his penis correctly, he bucked his hips and slammed right into 'Mione's welcoming depths. The gorgeous nympho gasped, her fingers clutching his shoulders as she rested her upper body on his, before her mouth met his for another **** kiss. Harry bucked again, and again, jolting his lover each time, causing her to let out a little whimper. He spared a hand to find one of 'Mione's soft tits, and knead it hungrily, as he slammed into her again.

As Harry settled into a rhythm, 'Mione began rocking back in time with his thrusts, helping him bottom out inside her wonderfully tight passage. He couldn't get enough of this fantastically perfect girl's body, couldn't imagine a world where he wouldn't get to fuck her every moment for the rest of his life. It was all too much, and he suddenly exploded with pleasure, spewing his load right into his lover's already-sodden pussy. She came with him, shuddering on top of him and letting out little whimpers. As they lay, entwined and breathless, Harry dully registered 'Mione turning towards the mirror on her bedside table with a smirk. "Like what you see?"

Hermione didn't answer. She didn't know what to feel. She had barely begun to process the revelation she had multiple personalities, let alone process the fact that one of them was fucking her best friend. It was certainly hot. And there was something otherworldly about watching this sexually idealised version of herself having raunchy sex. But on the other hand, it felt like her own body was cheating on her. She could feel everything that was happening to her body, see it through the mirror, hear their unabashed moans... but it was like being tickled by invisible feathers. She had no control, and it didn't feel quite real. And worst of all, she still couldn't orgasm, even though 'Mione and Harry had made her horny for the first time in her life.

Tuning back in to the action, Hermione discovered they had swiftly resumed fucking, this time reverse cowgirl-style. She jealously watched her replacement's boobs bouncing wildly - before realising that they were actually her own, and probably had been for years, just hidden from her own senses by a fairly simple spell. They might even be natural, not even magically enhanced, if 'Mione truly was the original. She wondered what those mounds would feel like in her hands.

'Mione couldn't help but let out a loud moan - or maybe it was a scream - as she began impaling herself as fast and as ruthlessly as she could, drawing strength from the locket's dark magic. It was exactly what she had been craving, that magical mix of pain and pleasure that only her Chosen One could give her. She came on his long, thick sword the hardest she had in weeks, happily falling into his arms as the tension drained from her body. Letting Ron know she was fucking Harry behind his back had been fucking hot - but making that stick-up-her-arse alternate personality watch was almost as good.

"Do you get it now?" she asked the face in the mirror, lying alongside Harry. "You do all the hard work, be a good little busybody, save the world, whatever. I'll handle the sex."

"Sure," shrugged Hermione. "Though now I know what my body really looks like, I think it's only fair I get to use it every now and again."

'Mione sniggered. "You're not even capable of that, dumbass. And even if you were - that's what Гермиона is for."

"Who's..."

With a start, Hermione realised she could look away from the mirror before her - but instead of the tent bathroom, she was surrounded only by darkness. Though, as she looked, she thought she saw a dark shadow striding towards her. Squinting, she watched as the figure was slowly revealed by the light spilling from the mirror behind her. Shining combat boots clicked on the unseen floor. Black leather trousers hugged the curve of a woman's hips up to a tight waist, held by a dark purple belt with a silver buckle. A grey tank-top covered her upper body, a pony tail of straight blonde hair running down her back. Finally, her face came into view, and Hermione beheld her own features, free of makeup, twisted in a cruel smirk.

As the new personality raised her wand, Hermione tried to run, but it was too late.

"доброй ночи, придурок," said the woman. A blinding white light overwhelmed Hermione, and she knew no more.