Ch 622 – Two Silicone Balls? Hermione’s Trouble Inside~

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

___________

"They obviously can't talk freely inside the main room anymore," Hermione said in a low, hushed voice as she, Harry, Ron, and Lucifer passed straight by Professors McGonagall, Sprout, and Flitwick huddled tightly together outside the Charms classroom on their way to lunch, "Not with Umbridge sitting in the corner.”

"Reckon the teachers know anything new about Death Eaters?" Ron asked, head turning to gaze back over his shoulder at the professors.

"If they do know something, we're certainly not going to hear about it, are we?" Harry asked with a bitter edge.

"Not after the immediate passing of 'Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six..." Lucifer sighed dryly.

The official notice for new decree had appeared pinned to Common room bulletin boards the very morning after the Azkaban breakout was printed.

Under the Ministry law, teachers were no longer allowed to provide students with any information, news, or data that wasn't strictly related to the academic subjects they were paid to teach. The restriction made the professors eager to increase difficulty of their daily lessons as much as possible just to train students' practical survival skills through work.

The decree itself was the immediate subject of many mocking jokes among the upper-years. Lee Jordan had actually boldly pointed out to Umbridge's face during seventh-year Defense class that under the terms of the new Ministry rule, she was not allowed to tell Fred and George off for playing 'Exploding Snap' in the back row, as the game didn't relate to 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' theory.

When they next saw Jordan walking downstairs, Lucifer noticed something distinctly off and tense about him. He couldn't understand why even Amelia Bones’s office was being strangely vague and quiet regarding Umbridge's private evening detentions, “What is that red mark on the back of his hand?" Lucifer asked, eyes narrowing as he stepped inline.

Hermione instantly began to panic inside her chest, as did Harry and Ron. They knew with certainty that if Lucifer ever discovered the nature of what went on behind closed doors in that pinkish office, his wrath would tear castle apart, and they weren't sure what violence he would unleash. The three of them were unaware that Lucifer had already quietly compiled multiple images of what that punishment might be, using a heavy wooden scale to boot.

He did find it weird that his friends all tried to block his line of sight to keep from looking at Lee's hand, but the question was definitely pushed out of his mind after Hermione suddenly stepped right inside his guard, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing lips deeply right in middle of the Entrance Hall to a grandiose explosion of loud applause and catcall whistles from most of the passing students.

She purposefully prevented the kiss from ending early, keeping her small hands locked onto the back of his head and neck, pulling him down to her lips, not that he really complained about the public display of affection.

"Mr. Morningstar, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall’s stern voice suddenly barked out, coming up from the stairs and causing lovers to separate quickly, "As genuinely glad as I am to see young love blossom so brightly, I believe your afternoon classes will commence in five minutes."

Her words caused an immediate rush of panic among the surrounding onlookers as they all scrambled to gather their books and hurry off to their first period.

"R-right. Don't worry, Professor. We won't be late," Lucifer said, offering his Head of House a cheeky grin.

"I would surely hope so, Mr. Morningstar. See to it that public display doesn't happen again before class," McGonagall said strictly, but a soft, warm smile was clearly playing on the corners of her mouth as she rustled down the stone corridor.

xxxxxxx

Every 'Care of Magical Creatures' class was rigidly supervised. According to Harry and Ron, Divination wasn't much better.

However, Firenze seemed to be taking the Ministry intrusion well. He calmly did what Dumbledore was paying him for, refusing to let Umbridge’s presence or clipboard bother him in the slightest. Sybill Trelawney, by contrast, had closed her doors to the world.

She had even stationed an even uglier stone gargoyle at the Headmaster’s staircase to guard her private bedroom tower and keep the High Inquisitor at bay.

Hagrid, however, was doing considerably worse than usual in class. Terrified of being sacked, he showed the fifth-years nothing dangerous, but the material was also uninteresting to observe and learn about. He was strictly following Hermione's safe advice, and she was already starting to regret it. She realized this neutered, fearful version wasn't the passionate Hagrid she actually liked seeing as her teacher.

The Half-giant also ended up being more distant and withdrawn with four of them than ever before, expressly forbidding them from visiting his cabin after dark to protect them from Umbridge’s nighttime patrols.

Harry voiced his bitter thoughts to the group one evening by fire. He talked about how it felt like she was taking away everything he loved about Hogwarts: his comforting visits to Hagrid; his private letters from Sirius; and the fact that he couldn't even ride his Firebolt or play Quidditch without risking another immediate detention for "flying wrongly."

Not wanting to get his broom permanently confiscated again under some new decree, he was doing his best to act perfectly well-behaved. Otherwise, he felt he would be throwing dirt directly in Lucifer's face, their friend who had gone to extreme lengths to get their brooms back and lift the Quidditch ban in the first place.

The only thing Harry had left that was genuinely enjoyable was co-teaching the D.A. inside the 'Room of Requirement,' a secret rebellion he promised he would redouble his efforts for.

On the opposite side of the scale, Harry was doing even worse in his private 'Occlumency' lessons, or so he felt. Snape’s mental attacks left him exhausted, and exposed twice a week. Ginny had went to vomit every time to Luna’s all knowing dreamy gaze, as she patted her back comfortably.

"Maybe..." Ron started from his armchair, but he quickly trailed off, staring blankly at his star chart.

"Maybe what?" Hermione snapped at him sharply, her nerves frayed from the heavy workload. She narrowed her eyes, thoroughly unappreciative of the dramatic suspense he was trying to create.

‘Maybe you don't have any room to really be mad at him, pet...’ Lucifer thought to himself with a smirk. He sat beside her, quietly filing away a mental notice to feed his kitten in the bedroom later tonight before her unexpressed desires started a literal, clawing "bitch fight" with Umbridge.

"Maybe it's not actually Harry's fault that he can't close his mind to the dreams," Ron suggested darkly, leaning forward over the table.

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione asked curtly, ink quill hovering over her parchment, darkening it to which she groaned.

"Well... maybe Snape isn't really trying to help Harry block the connection at all," Ron said quietly, ensuring his voice didn't carry past their table, "Maybe... he's actually trying to force it open a bit wider each week? Making it easier for You-Know-Who to see inside his head?”

"Would Professor Snape really be doing something that treasonous, though?" Hermione asked, her jaw dropping. To be precise, the theory implied that Albus Dumbledore was a blind buffoon who kept actively growing venomous snakes in his yard just to let them bite him back later in his silver beard.

"The man used to be Death Eater, Hermione, and we've never actually seen any real, irrefutable proof that he swapped sides for the right reasons," Ron pointed out. He wasn't entirely sure what he was saying either, but the suspicious pattern had just occurred to his thoughts, so he aired it.

"But... Dumbledore trusts his loyalty implicitly," Hermione argued, her voice growing into a tight whisper, "If we openly doubt Snape's position, then we can't believe in Headmaster anymore. And this is the wizard who successfully defeated many dark warlocks, Gellert Grindelwald to name a few." She paused, realizing she didn't even believe her own defensive words anymore.

And, her half drawn 'Astronomy' parchment was ruined as well. The days kept getting worse for the bushy haired girl, had she offended a deity recently, she couldn't fathom, maybe she would ask Parvati again, and offer milk to stray pets like her.

"That's implying I ever trusted the old man to begin with," Lucifer said smoothly. The outrageous statement shocked both Gryffindor boys straight to their cores, leaving Hermione looking like she was under her period.

It wasn't just a matter of distrust, though. Lucifer suspected that Potter was subconsciously resisting the 'Occlumency' training. Deep down, the boy wanted the mental link to remain intact so he could continue to ponder the Dark Lord's movements, believing his scar was a necessary radar for saving lives, just as it had done for Arthur Weasley in the corridor.

Truth be told, after the chaotic trajectory of school year so far, even with Dumbledore trusting his vision and getting him basically off during Ministry hearing back last August, Harry could fully see where Lucifer’s cynicism was coming from.

A moment later, Hermione looked over at her boyfriend with a knowing, supportive expression, he had somehow returned her homework clean without messing up drawing, “Of course... when you look at the past, Snape has given no reason to trust his shady character...”

Ron had a look break across his disheveled face as if his cheek had just been slapped by a textbook, how did Hermione change in a matter of seconds, was she really the innocent girl he knew back in their first year, "What are you both getting at right now?"

"Dumbledore knows the horrible, cruel things Snape has done across his career," Lucifer said spitefully, dark eyes narrowing, "And yet, he has still not fired the biased, greasy-haired bastard from the staff table....” 'If he's playing some grand long game with the chess pieces... then I'd highly like to know what it entails.'

xxxxxx

Before anyone inside the walls of Hogwarts even realized how fast the winter weeks were flying by, February had arrived on the calendar, and with it, a rather warmer, but significantly wetter mountain weather.

Along with the thawing snowdrifts came highly anticipated prospect of the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend trip, which 'fell' precisely on Valentine's Day. Was it just a coincidence, many had great doubts?

This would mark the first year in her life that Hermione would actually get to thoroughly enjoy the couple’s holiday with someone who meant more to her than anyone else in the world. She loved her mother Jane and grandfather Wendell deeply, of course, but her chosen future lay with Lucifer Morningstar.

On the morning of the fourteenth, Hermione stood alone inside her four-poster bed curtains, analyzing what she was going to wear down to the village. She briefly considered a dress, but the damp wind outside wasn't nearly warm enough for bare legs, so the girl ruled that out.

She then reached into her drawer and opened the small, unlabelled box that Lucifer had privately handed her yesterday evening, instructing her lips to open the package tomorrow morning right before she pulled on her clothes.

She looked down at the little velvet box with an intense curiosity. A small envelope rested on top of the lid, and her eyes instantly recognized Lucifer's neat, elegant handwriting marking the parchment with the single capital letter 'K'. A sudden rush of heat flooded straight into her cheeks as Hermione realized that 'K' stood for his possessive pet name:

'Kitten'

Her breathing growing tight, she set the box onto her wooden desk, drew her vine wand, and cast a series of 'Privacy' and 'Silencio' Charms securely around perimeter of her bed to block any sound from reaching the room. She broke the wax seal of the envelope, her eyes onto the ink lines inside.

Private Command: Protocol K

'Kitten,

Use your Privacy Charms immediately. Slide your bare hand under your skirt and insert these balls deep. I expect you to be wearing them for the entirety of our Hogsmeade date tomorrow.

You are also not allowed to wear any bra under your blouse.

Lucifer'

Hermione felt an instantaneous wetness flood her slit when the explicit words left the paper.

Her fingers shaking slightly with a wild mix of nerves and arousal, she opened the main box and saw a gleaming set of dual silicone balls resting inside. They let out a soft, metallic rattling sound against each other as she picked them up, and seriously hoped the other girls in the dormitory wouldn't be able to hear the inner, or whenever her body had to move around the village.

She spread her bare legs wide in her chair, breath catching as her fingers pulled her panties aside. Slowly, meticulously, she pushed the silicone balls up past her lips, quickly pushing them into her tight, throbbing heat.

As the weight settled, Hermione let out a soft moan against the silence, thankful that Lucifer hadn't ordered her to wear her anal plug out into the village today.

The toy left her feeling a distinct, constant sensation of internal fullness, a presence that right now served to drive her mind utterly crazier with lust.

She carefully stowed the empty box deep into her trunk, took a long breath, and slowly stood up from the chair. Cautiously, she took a quick walk around her side of the bed, ears straining. ‘I can hear them rattling just a tiny bit... but am I actually hearing the sound through the air, or vibrations directly through my own body?’

Hermione decided that she didn't possess any other choice but to simply hope no one else in the castle could hear the toy, keeping her busy in the joy of their weekend arrangement.

She decided to go with a casual, attractive winter wear: a pair of sleek, tight jeans, a thin white silk blouse that left her nipples visibly puckering against the fabric due to the strict absence of a bra, and a thick knit cardigan slung over her shoulders, given that the temperature outside was hovering around sixty-three degrees Fahrenheit, which was roughly seventeen degrees Celsius in the highlands.

The second Hermione removed her 'Privacy Charms' and pulled open bed curtains to walk toward dormitory door, her heart skipped a beat. She felt with certainty like Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown's eyes were straight on her clothes, and that both of her roommates secretly knew she was walking around the tower with a sex toy shoved 'inside' her cunt.

xxxxx

Hermione had worn her buttplug the whole time from when Lucifer had first increased its size, but even then, she didn't feel like her roommates suspected a thing. But now, walking around under his instructions, it felt deliciously naughty and slightly humiliating all at once.

Either way, the silicone spheres were certainly working the way Lucifer had intended, as her inner walls felt flooded with every step she took.

Walking down through the portrait hole and into Common Room, Hermione could feel the little balls moving around, and her pussy was instinctively squeezing around them with every step. 'I am going to be a soaking mess by the time I get back from Hogsmeade....'

When she entered the main living space, didn't see Lucifer down there. She quickly left the Gryffindor Tower, and the closer she got to the Great Hall, her mind remembered the secret tactical maneuver she had followed back in early January. She had sent a precise letter, blackmailing Rita Skeeter into meeting her today around two o'clock at 'Three Broomsticks,' warning the disgraced journalist that if she failed to report, she would find herself choked to death by her own cursed right hand.

She hadn't told Lucifer about who had actually done the evil, threatening deed, but she secretly hoped he wasn't going to be too mad at her methods once the truth came out. She walked straight into the Great Hall and saw her gorgeous boyfriend sitting there, entirely alone at the table, how it should be.

Hermione quietly walked up behind, hands reaching up to softly cover his eyes. "Guess who!"

He didn't react with a start in the slightest; he didn't even move an inch against the bench. "Hello, Hermione.”

She had absolutely no logical idea how he knew it was her, but it was Lucifer, he simply knew a vast array of things no normal wizard could. He always seemed to function like a natural Seer, but given that he had completely given up on his Divination curriculum before even finishing their third year, and with Sybill Trelawney currently locked up inside her North tower room, Hermione was certain he was going to learn nothing useful from the school's faculty.

She would definitely have to ask how he managed to see the future, even as limited as he claimed to be. “How did you know it was me?" Hermione asked him, sliding her hands down.

"I've listened to your steps thousands of times, pet. I've come to recognize the weight and rhythm you make when walking, even with rest of the school present," Lucifer half-turned his head and smiled warmly at her.

Hermione turned vibrantly red in her cheeks, the silicone balls shifting inside her as she shifted, "I... I honestly don't know if I should be flattered or embarrassed by that comment..." she said, sitting down tightly beside him on the bench.

"Whichever you feel. Are you ready for our Valentine's date down at Hogsmeade?" Lucifer asked with a wicked smirk.

'That stupid, arrogant smirk. How can he sit there looking so innocent while knowing he just ordered me to shove two rattling balls inside my pussy without a bra?' Hermione thought fiercely, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Oh, absolutely," she purred close to his ear, warm breath sending a slight, pleasant shiver straight down his spine, “There is... er... one tiny thing for schedule today, though..."

Lucifer glanced over at her profile, dark eyes glinting. "You mean your little meeting with Rita Skeeter?"

Hermione was utterly flabbergasted, her jaw dropping, “How did you---”

"I know a great many things, pet. Many of your... darkest secrets," he said, dropping voice into a low, menacing to tease her.

With a scarlet red face, she was not amused in the slightest, hand reaching out to sharply slap his shoulder, "That's not funny, Lucifer!”

"I'm only teasing you, pet," he smirked, his long fingers catching her hand, “I don't actually know any of your darkest secrets.”

"You are such an arsehole,” Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, trying her best to look thoroughly upset with his antics, though the lack of a bra meant her nipples were clearly outlining themselves against the white silk blouse.

"But I am 'your' arsehole, Granger," Lucifer retorted back cheekily, leaning in to give her flushed cheek a soft kiss.

She couldn't stay mad at him for more than a second, because she really did clean the boy’s arsehole most nights, the only difference being what specific part of her own body she would use to maintain the intimate routine, “You are..." she whispered softly.

xxxxxx

Author's Note

If you want to Read my Complete book, including 8th Year, Marriage and having kids, ahead of everyone.

Support this novel, join me on !

Link - .com/SmutDxddy

We have a stockpile upto Chapter 1030 for you to binge-read!

Playing Cards with Pregnant Hermione on a n*de beach, if you'd like to Read now!