Hermione Granger had lived a peaceful and fulfilling life, surrounded by loving friends and family. That lasted for a short time, until Ron said something suggesting he might lack loyalty, forcing her to go on a murderous rampage against him and the rest of his family.
After murdering her children for the sin of being related to Ron, and burning her house to the ground, she was literally stabbed in the back by a new traitor – one Harry Potter – who must have had no reason for the betrayal beyond pure selfishness and evil. Why else would anyone defy Hermione's will? She was a genius, damn it!
She stopped thinking about the past and realized she had been sitting at a desk. For how long, it was uncertain.
“What if I gave you a second chance?” Dumbledore asked.
“I'd have loads of sex. I'd find every good looking boy and use my prior knowledge and adult understanding to seduce them into becoming my willing puppets. After I'd satisfied myself with a cock, if he's someone who had betrayed me in my past life, I'd kill him. Yeah, this plan sounds awesome.”
Dumbledore didn't stick around to listen to her little rant. She was now alone in a black void.
Actually, it was less of a black void and more of a bed. She was in her old muggle house in her old muggle bed. Instinctively she reached for her vagina and determined she was eleven years old. Rubbing around a bit more, she determined she was sexually mature enough to masturbate. She pulled her pillows across the bed, slid her panties off, and got to work.
Yes, an eleven-year-old girl masturbated. Let's face it, these things happen. We like to avoid talking about it, for fear of being seen as people who would dare to think about eleven-year-olds masturbating, but you sticking your head in the sand doesn't stop her from sticking her hand in her cooch.
Oh, by the way, her mom walked in on her while she was moaning and drooling in sexual release. Hermione didn't care, she kept grinding her clit against that pillow. It felt too good, and she wasn't going to let some traitorous muggle stop her.
“HERMIONE G –”
Mom was cut off when Hermione sent a powerful bit of mind-wiping magic her way. Actually, no she wasn't.
“–RANGER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
“Masturbating.” Hermione's hand shot into the air as she answered with her patented know-it-all voice. She kept rubbing against the pillow, though.
The scene wasn't too shocking for words, but Hermione's mom still couldn't find any. When Hermione's dad walked in, nothing changed in terms of shock value, but he was shocked.
Hermione, shaking off her second orgasm, decided to try wiping their minds again now that she had more focus. They were still standing there. Kind of messed up parents, really. Don't you have any decency? Leave the room, don't just watch your kid do this sort of thing. Anyway, feeling refreshed, Hermione put all her energy into wiping the minds of her parents. She couldn't tell if it worked, because they were still standing there quite stupidly and rudely.
Naturally, given the situation, Hermione turned to the Imperious Curse. She had been a master of that particular spell in her past life, given the need to prevent vicious traitors from ruining her selfless and altruistic plans.
“Go to your room. You didn't see me doing anything in here. Fuck each other.” Hermione commanded.
For the rest of the summer, after a very long and awkward conversation, Hermione was grounded to her room. That wouldn't stop her from apparating, though. No, her apparent inability to use magic is what stopped that.
It wouldn't prevent her from sneaking out through her window at nights, breaking into the bedrooms of neighborhood boys under the moonlit night as a succubus, and preying on their innocence.
No, the sealed window is what prevented that.
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Yes, an eleven-year-old girl was going out of her way to find ways to fuck other kids. You should be familiar with this concept over there in England. Don't worry, she knows about anti-contraception spells, and even though those don't work right now, she can punch herself in the gut.
Of course the fact that she was always punching herself, mixed with her sudden change in behavior as noticed by her parents, meant she was forced to talk to mental health professionals. Damn traitorous parents, selling out their own daughter to the system like this. Hermione couldn't let anyone know about her plans or her past, and the schemes of her elders was putting unnecessary pressure on places other than the aching clit where she wanted it.