This isn't mine, The author (so far as I know) is "Fernwalker"

Hermione and the Widows Consolation

The door to the common room closed at last, deadening the sounds of the other students heading off to watch the match. This was what Hermione had been waiting for. She'd told them she was going to spend the afternoon catching up with some reading and thanks to her reputation as a boring nerd they believed her.


Retrieving the spell book she had found in the restricted section of the library Hermione let it fall open to a very well thumbed page. She was sure that this spell was the reason it was restricted. The rest of the spells in the book were simple household charms and aids for domestic chores that could be found in any witches home, but this spell was something altogether different.


It was called the 'widows consolation' spell but the hand scribbled notes in the margins gave it much cruder titles. It was enough to make a girl mad, the fact that wizards, no doubt all male!, had decided that the joy of such innocent pleasures should be kept from female wizards and witches. It wasn't as if she was a child as even though she was old enough to fuck every boy in Hogwarts the crusty teachers still thought such simple pleasures should be hidden from her. Well Hermione would see to it that every girl knew about this before she was finished.


For such a banned spell it appeared to be absurdly simple, only a few words of power and the only requirement being that it be cast by a female. Couldn't ask for anything more appropriate for her needs.


Sitting curling up in the wing-back chair by the fire Hermione reached beneath her long grey skirt to feel her plain grey panties. She was already feeling tense in anticipation and the sexless uniform she and all the other girls were forced to wear wouldn't deter her from what she intended to do.


Saying the words of power Hermione felt the warmth of in her cunt build, her own juices creating an instant damp patch on the seat. If felt better than any of her previous nocturnal fumblings but whereas she normally peaked with a whimper of a suppressed orgasm this continued to build.


She felt the heat moving under her skin, spreading from her dripping cunt into the rest of her body. Reaching her nipples she felt them grow painfully hard under her bra but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as waves of orgasms swept through her. Her wand seemed to twist between her fingers seeking to escape from her grasp until she instinctively pressed it between her thighs. As it made contact with her clit Hermione felt her whole body seemingly light up as she arched her breath in ecstatic pleasure, gasping in a ragged breath then she froze, her muscles seemingly locked solid. Her eyes were closed when finally she seemed to relax. Slumping down in the seat once more her mouth opened, letting out a puff of steam.


When the other students returned to the Common Room they realised something was amiss when they smelled the delicious taste of roast meat that filled the corridor. Harry cautiously approached Hermione's still form and prodded her with the tip of his wand. It pressed against her normally firm breast then slipped through her blouse and the flesh beneath like a hot knife through butter. The clear juices that it released confirmed the fact that Hermione was thoroughly cooked.


Harry would miss his best friend, but he wasn't about to miss the opportunity of a life time. Soon Harry and the other boys stripped Hermione out of her uniform and set about carving up the delicious roast meat beneath. By supper time there was nothing left of Hermione except a few bones that Hagrid's latest pet enjoyed chewing on.