Hermione and the Fairy · Part 1

Hermione and the Fairy · Part 1 (1/4)
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Ding-a-ling!

With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop. She was filling in for him while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft.

Last year at this time, she would have been spending spring break with Ron Weasley, but, finally, she realized that he was a complete git and broke it off with him more than 10 months ago, much to the relief of her friends. Ron took it surprisingly well – which really wasn’t all that much of a surprise, he’d always had a roving eye – and quickly became involved in some easily-impressed trifle that was much more suited to him.

The work at Wizard Wheezes wasn’t bad, it was just exhausting. The pace never slackened and keeping things under control was… challenging, at best. Hermione was glad that George was scheduled to return in two day’s time. She could easily hold out till then and, anyway, she liked George and was always looking for ways to help him out after what happened to Fred.

Crash!

But there was no time to dwell on that, another “customer” had caused a commotion and she needed to take care of it.

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed as she slumped against the front door and closed it. It felt soooooooo good to turn the sign on the door from “Open” to “Closed”. She leaned against the door for a moment, soaking in the delicious silence of the shop. Well, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was never completely silent. There was always some sort of magical thing-a-ma-jig wheezing or clicking. But compared to the cacophony of the store when it was open, it might as well have been as silent as a tomb.

Rousting herself, Hermione waved her wand and set the store’s magical cleaning mechanisms going. Brooms and dustpans, rags and buckets appeared out of closets and quickly got to tidying up the aisles. All Hermione had to do was put things back in their proper places and stay out of the way of the cleaning objects.

Once again she was reminded how absolutely convenient magic was. In the muggle world the brooms definitely do not push themselves and everything was so much more difficult. Here things were just easier. But still, she couldn’t just leave. Everything needed to be supervised lest something unexpected set a mop off in the wrong direction. The lesson of Mickey Mouse in the Sorcerer's Apprentice was not to be ignored.

Truth be told, Hermione was looking forward to this time in the shop. As part of her studies she’d been working on developing some new spells and just last night she’d almost gotten one to work. She’d been mulling what went wrong in the back of her mind all day and she thought that she’d figured out the “bug” in the spell.

“Ostende mihi magicae!” she said while lightly pulling her wand across in front of her eyes. Nothing much happened initially, but she got that familiar feeling when a spell “took”. Slowly, various items in the room started to glow. Or rather, they looked like they were wrapped in glowing ribbon. Not every object had ribbons around it, only the magical ones. She held up the pen from the counter and it looked like a normal pen, but her wand looked like it was wrapped in layers and layers of undulating translucent ribbons of energy.

“This is splendid… it works!” she said to herself. She’d been working on the fine details of a “Detect Magic” spell for a couple of weeks now. It was very satisfying to build some magic that no one had ever seen before.

Looking around the shop, all the myriad of magical items were glowing in their energy ribbon wrappings. Surprisingly, some items weren't glowing. The itching powder was, evidently, just plain old itching powder!

She wandered around the shop watching the cleaning items with new perception. Their magic was less robust than that of her wand. Given that they were only temporarily magicked, their glowing ribbons were more tenuous.

When she returned to the checkout counter she noticed something a little odd… The products around the counter were wrapped in the glowing ribbons, as she expected, but the wall behind the counter was glowing too. In fact the ribbons outlined the shape of what looked very much like a door.

Hermione's natural curiosity – which had gotten her in loads of trouble growing up – kicked in once again.

"George must have a secret storage room back there. I wonder what's in it?" she asked herself. “And why is it mystically hidden?”

With her curiosity piqued and with nothing else to do other than watch the cleaning process, Hermione looked closer at the door, trying to find the way to get in. As she got closer to the wall, the glowing ribbons became more finely detailed. The edge of the door was more clearly defined as was an area to the side of the door which became something resembling a door handle. She lightly pressed her finger against the wall and traced the fine filigree of the ribbons around what appeared to be the handle. When her finger finished the circuit of the circle, she heard a small *click* and the door in the wall swung open.

Well, she thought, that was easy. I guess you just have to know where to trace the circle.

Hermione carefully opened the door and peered in. The door opened into a reasonably big room that had a couple of big tables and a lot of shelves, exactly what one would expect from a spare storage room. There was a similar but larger room like this at the back of the store where George kept all the extra inventory.

Walking into the room Hermione immediately realized that George was not storing more of the shop's inventory here, this was altogether different! She was struck with the smell of leather and rubber. George was running a very naughty side business!

The room was filled to the brim with lace, leather, rubber and latex items of clothing. There were "adult aids" of various kinds: from dildos and vibrators to cock rings and handcuffs. There was a lot of bondage gear in the room: gags, rope, leather restraints and much more. Her "detect magic" spell was fading but still working, many of the items were magical while an equal number weren't.

"Well, well, well." she muttered, "George, you kinky boy."

Hermione wasn't exactly shocked. After all she'd seen growing up, it took a lot to shock her. Bemused, perhaps, but not shocked.

Glancing back through the door, ostensibly to check on the "cleaning crew" but also to make sure that no one was watching (even though she was completely alone in the store), she started exploring the room in detail. The first thing she noticed was the smell. The latex, rubber, and leather created a musty, illicit scent that was impossible to ignore. It smelled of sex. No, not sex… lust. It smelled of lust.

The odor reminded Hermione that it had been quite some time since she'd been intimate with Ron. They'd been hot and heavy for a good bit after Voldemort had been defeated, but since their breakup there'd been nothing. She'd been busy with her graduate work and it had been easy to put that part of her life on hold.

The contents of this room were well beyond Ron's limited capabilities anyway. He was a strictly meat-and-potatoes man when it came to sex. Foreplay to him was Hermione taking off her pajamas. After that it was wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am with very little effort spent on her needs.

What are my needs? Hermione thought, as she ran her hands down a blue latex dress. It was smooth and liquid feeling and very small. If she could squeeze into it would leave very little to the imagination.

The next rack contained leather items of a different nature. She pulled a mass of leather straps off the rack and held it up against her body. The straps were to go around her body and, at various points, there were leather cuffs to trap the wearer's arms and legs. She shivered thinking how absolutely helpless she'd be wearing this and put it back on the rack.

There were shelves of shoes, not one pair could be described without using the word "slutty." The heel height went from tall to insane to that's-just-not-possible.

It was during this time that the effects of the detect magic spell finally faded. She was so distracted by all the items in the room that she barely noticed when the glowing ribbons finally flickered out.

She'd toyed with the idea of actually putting on one of the latex dresses or trying to balance in a pair of stilettos but had not acted on the thought. That changed when she was looking at some small items piled on top of a chest of drawers. What caught her eye was a black choker that was studded with little diamonds and had fine silver stitching that created a mesmerizing pattern. It was quite beautiful and Hermione thought, why not? She lifted it up off the ornate box that it was sitting on and brought it to her throat. The clasp was easy to manipulate and with a *click* it was on and fit perfectly. She couldn't see that the stitching on the choker glowed slightly after the click.

Hermione idly stroked the choker with her hand as she looked around the room for a mirror. She saw one near the latex dresses but, as she took a step, she heard a pop and a click coming from the top of the chest of drawers. The box that the choker had been sitting on had come to life!

Hermione immediately took two steps back as the box started to glow and parts of it started to move. Various gears and latches extended from the box, turned and retreated. More and more things started moving until, with a *snick* of a large lock being unlocked, the lid of the box flung itself open.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a small hand appeared above the edge of the box. It was quickly followed by another hand stretching upward which was accompanied by a very small yawn.

Slowly a tiny woman climbed up and stood on the edge of the box, shook herself and spread the wings on her back.

"Why, you're a fairy!" Hermione said as the creature flexed and fluttered.

The fairy was wearing a typical Tinkerbell outfit: a tight bodice and a short, ragged skirt. Her blond pixie-cut hair was exactly what one would expect for a fairy.

"The name is Maeth," the fairy said as she bowed, "and I am at your service. Thank you for releasing me. I've been in that box ever so long!"

"You've been imprisoned in that box? That's awful!" Hermione had always been a supporter of the rights of magical beings.

The fairy stretched and fluttered her wings. Carefully at first, she started flying and was soon flitting about the room.

"The box isn't so bad, I just needed the right person to come along and bond with me." The fairy said as she started examining the contents of the room. "I must say, this room is filled to the brim with wonderful things, isn't it?"

Hermione was having a hard time following the fairy as she zipped to and fro. "What do you mean, 'bond with me'?"

The fairy had disappeared behind a rack of bondage equipment. She emerged holding some shiny metal cuffs.

"Look at the quality of these!" Maeth said, "So finely made…"

She put the cuffs down and zipped off again, explaining as she went. "You know how dryads are attached to a particular tree? And that the dryad feeds off the health of the tree? I'm kinda like that. But I am attached to a person and I feed off the sexual well-being of that person."

"Wait? What?" Hermione said. "What do you mean 'sexual well-being'?"

Maeth stopped flitting about and hovered in front of Hermione. "Well, for instance I can tell that your sexual well-being is at a low point. Your sexual aura is very sad."

Hermione blushed and looked down. "Well… I've been busy with school… and stuff…"

"And that is a shame," Maeth said, flying around Hermione. "You are so very beautiful. To ignore or hide your sensuous side is almost a crime."

Fairies are natural telekinetics (to make up for their diminutive stature, perhaps?) While she was flying about, she had gently started unbuttoning the top buttons of Hermione's blouse.

Oblivious, Hermione argued, "I don't mean to be rude, but I don't think I want any of your help. I'm quite happy with my 'situation', thank you very much. HEY!"

Hermione had noticed when the third button of her blouse had been undone. She immediately started rebuttoning the buttons. "Stop that!" she yelled.

"I just wanted to get a look at what I'm dealing with. You are extraordinary!" Maeth said and continued unbuttoning the buttons as fast as Hermione could button them.

"Look. Stop that. I don't want this." Hermione said in frustration. She reached down and pulled out her wand. "Please, I don't want to hurt you."

Hermione's blouse was almost completely unbuttoned and her lacy bra was very visible. She put one arm across her chest in modesty and pointed the wand at Maeth and said "Stupify!"

Almost effortlessly, Maeth dodged the curse and flew around Hermione, unbuttoning the final button.

"Argh!" Hermione exclaimed and cast another stupify spell which missed by a mile.

"That's enough of that," Maeth said and telekinetically yanked Hermione's wand out of her hand. It flew across the room.

"Look. Please. I don't know what you're up to, but I don't want it. I don't want to be bonded with you." Hermione begged.

The fairy explained, "Once you put the collar on, we were bonded. As long as you're wearing it, I am to make sure your sexuality is completely satisfied."

She called it a 'collar' not a 'choker', that doesn't sound good, thought Hermione.

Hermione reached up to her 'collar' and tried to take it off. The fastener, which went on so easily, was completely locked. She tried to get her fingers under the collar and break it, but that proved impossible.

"Uhnnn… why won't this come off?" she said in frustration.

"Oh, you can't take that off. Someone has to take it from you. And you can't simply ask a person to take it off, that person needs to want the collar more than you do."

As Hermione pulled on the collar, Maeth continued to mentally undress (get it?) her. The top button on Hermione's skirt was the next to pop open. Hermione was twisting and turning, trying to avoid the fairy's telekinetic powers but to no avail. Fighting back one more time she reached out with her hand and said, "Accio Wand!"

Hermione's wand flew back to her hand and she quickly fired another bolt at Maeth which, just as quickly, was easily dodged. In her frustration Hermione's grip on the wand slackened just as the pesky fairy yanked it out of her hand again and it went sailing all the way up into the rafters of the room.

"Dammit!" Hermione yelled and stomped her foot. She was about to launch into another scolding of the fairy when a noise above her made her look up. A box on an upper shelf had been up-ended and a large number of things came tumbling down on top of her.

It happened too fast to get out of the way; all she could do is raise her hands and duck. The jumble of items didn't hurt, but it was very startling and she immediately started flailing about casting off the straps and other things. She yelled in frustration and when she did something bumped against her lips and popped into her mouth!

She immediately tried to yank whatever it was out but the straps were faster than her fingers and instead of being able to pull – what she now realized was a big ball – out of her mouth, she was only able to fumble at it while the straps tightened and then, with a click, locked.

"gffff hhsss oo fffff mmmeh!"

Hermione's eyes went wide when she realized how thoroughly she was gagged. Things were rapidly getting out of control here and now she was going to have a hard time retrieving her wand. Hermione had been practicing wandless magic, but it was difficult under the best of circumstances. Being gagged wasn’t going to help at all.

Maeth said, "Look, I'm sorry, all right? You and your wand are just too dangerous and I had to put a stop to that. I'm doing this for your own good."

Just as the last of the leather straps fell from her body, she heard a couple of *clicks* and felt something cool on her ankles. Two of the shiny cuffs that Maeth had been admiring had attached themselves around her ankles.

No one would ever accuse Hermione of not being brave, but she was also smart enough to know when she was beaten. It was time to get the heck out of here and regroup. And get this damn gag out of her mouth!

She turned on her heel and started to dash for the door. Before she could take two steps a chain snaked out from under a nearby table and locked onto the D-ring dangling from the cuff on her left foot. The other end of the chain was firmly attached to the table leg. She was immediately brought up short and toppled forward. With a muffled yelp she managed to stop from face-planting by catching herself with outstretched arms. Hermione's relief was quickly replaced with fear as she watched two metal cuffs fly down and secure themselves around her wrists!

Luckily there was no chain between the cuffs and she was able to right herself quickly and fall back against the table that her leg was attached to. Maeth wasn't finished, as Hermione was getting her balance back another chain snuck out from under the table and quickly attached itself to Hermione's other ankle. Her legs were now attached to opposite legs, slightly spread apart.

All the while Maeth had been flying around, examining Hermione, always staying well out of reach. She got closer now that Hermione was fixed to the table.

"Look, I'm doing this for your own benefit, you know," she explained. "You're obviously horny and interested in this stuff… You put the collar on yourself. And now that it's on, we're connected. Though, I don't need the collar to tell me that you're turned on right now."

Maeth's gaze was directed towards Hermione's stiff nipples. Hermione glanced down and mentally cursed her body for betraying her so blatantly.

"Immm emmmm nofffff urrrn onnnn," Hermione lied.

"Oh yes you are," Maeth continued, "and I'm here to help. I don't think you realize what I can do…"

Hermione stiffened as she felt a light caress stroke the side of her face. It continued down her neck and across her shoulder. It was the slightest of touches but there was no denying that it was there. The fairy had slowed in her flitting about and was obviously concentrating on her work. More caresses followed, across Hermione's hair, her neck and shoulders. Hermione shuddered as her breasts were gently stroked. She instinctively brought her arms up to cover her breasts but at the same time whining in pleasure past her gag.

“See?” Maeth asked, “I’m all about finding out what gets you going. And it’s mutually beneficial. The energy you’re exuding is what I live for. And there are so many things I need to try on you.”

With that, the light strokes turned more insistent and became tickles. The sensations went up the sides of Hermione’s breasts and to her underarms. Hermione shrieked and clutched her arms closer together to, somehow, prevent access to the invisible fingers. The tickling zoomed down her side to her waist and Hermione twisted and turned, laughing behind the gag. Quickly, the tickling raced to the small of her back and she reflexively reached both hands behind her to protect her back.

… Click …

Hermione wailed as she realized that the manacles on her wrists had been locked together. She struggled mightily, but the cuffs were tightly locked and snug around her wrists. Not only that, but there was a chain that was attached to the lock. And it was being pulled backwards across the table.

Hermione resisted the pull of the chain and it stopped. The fairy’s telekinesis was powerful, but it had its limits.

The fairy had other tricks though and a nearby feather boa leapt up and dove straight for Hermione’s face. Hermione was startled and instinctively leaned back away from the hurtling mass of fuzz. Her arms went further back to catch herself and immediately the slack in the chain disappeared. With another click, it was made fast to something under the table.

“There. That’s much better,” Maeth said, flying within arm’s reach of Hermione for the first time. Hermione wasn’t going to be reaching with her arms at this point.

Hermione screamed in frustration and thrashed about as much as she could. Her legs were chained to the legs of the table and she was bent backwards with her ass resting against the edge of the table. Her arms were locked together and pulled backwards at an angle. She was completely on display.

“Now,” the fairy said, rubbing her hands together, “let’s see what we’re working with without further interruption.”

Hermione’s blouse, already hanging open, was pulled back and off her shoulders, completely exposing her toned torso. Hermione’s bra had a front clasp and soon, it too was pulled back away from her shoulders. Hermione could do nothing as her breasts were exposed.

Maeth flew close and used both her hands and telekinetic powers to stroke Hermione’s breasts. Indeed, the fairy landed on Hermione’s right breast and sat straddling her nipple. Her small hands squeezed and tweaked the now very perky nipple prompting Hermione to shudder and gasp.

Hermione's struggles were becoming less struggly and more writhey. She found herself moving in rhythm to the fairies stroking. In fact, she couldn't help but whine when Maeth stopped and took to the air again.

"We still have some treasures to explore," Maeth explained. With that more buttons of Hermione's wraparound skirt became undone. Hermione tried to reach for her skirt but, of course, she was immediately stopped by the manacles and chain around her wrists. As the buttons became undone she pressed her ass against the table desperately trying to keep her skirt on, but she soon felt a pressure on her nipples that became a pinch that became a pull. With a squeal, Hermione had to lean forward as much as she could to take the pressure off her tits. And with that her skirt fell down in a pile at her feet.

Hermione’s panties were next, the fairy paused for a moment and then zipped off. She returned almost instantly carrying the scissors from the counter. Hermione vigorously shook her head and yelled a muffled “No!” into her gag but it did no good. Without any ado, the fairy snipped through both sides of the panties and pulled them away.

"Ah, you are so very beautiful and such a ripe flower. How is it that you don't have someone to help fulfill your needs?" Maeth asked.

"Iii ennn uusy." Hermione mumbled and looked away.

"Busy? At this time of your life? Someone needs to get her priorities straight," Maeth scolded. "Let's see if we can't show you what you're missing."

Maeth flitted away, swooping about the room, obviously searching for something. Hermione resumed her struggles, trying to slip her hand out from one of the manacles. Unfortunately, they were too tight, too solidly made. There was no way she was getting them off without the key. Or her wand. She looked longingly at her wand lodged up in the rafters, gagged as she was there was no way she could get it down from there.

I wish I was better at wordless magic, she thought, but that requires extreme concentration and it was so much easier to do holding a wand!

"Oh whee!" Maeth exclaimed from behind a cabinet, "These are just awesome! Go get her!"

That doesn't sound good, Hermione thought, looking around nervously. She didn't have to wait long before two white streaks – no, they were feathers! – zipped out from behind the shelves.

Hermione squeaked as two feathers flew straight towards her and stopped short, as if examining the situation. They seemed to nod at one another in agreement and then they pounced!

Hermione wailed into her gag as the feathers attacked her sides. She thrashed from side to side in a desperate attempt to throw off their attacks, to absolutely no effect. Up and down her sides they went, tickling and tormenting. Hermione was laughing and shrieking into her gag so much that she was starting to hyperventilate and spots were dancing in front of her eyes. And just like that, the attack stopped. The feathers retreated, letting Hermione catch her breath.

The pause was momentary and soon they approached her again. This time the attack was slower and instead of concentrating on her sides and tummy they more gently started stroking Hermione's neck and then her breasts. This had a profound effect on Hermione, instead

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