Hermione and the Demon of Smoke

I am very happy to share the story, "Hermione and the Demon of Smoke" with you. I thought that it was lost to the sands of time, but I recently found a copy of it.

It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.


Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???

Hermione was in the library when it happened.

There was nothing special about that.

Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.

So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.

Hermione certainly didn’t see it.

She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.

At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.

But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.

She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.

This smoke, however, did not smell like burning things to Hermione. It smelled something like smoke from a cigarette except that it was sweeter and more mediciney.

By now the ball of smoke was quite large enough for Hermione to see it when she looked up from her book.

She wasn’t frightened by the apparition. Not yet.

This was partly because Hermione Granger was not a normal kind of girl and never had been a normal sort of girl. She wasn’t given to panic or hysterics. She had decided long ago, before she could even remember deciding it, that panic did not do one any good at all. A clear head, rational thinking would save you from more trouble than panic ever could.

But Hermione also didn’t get excited right away because things like this happened at Hogwarts all the time. It was probably some kind of spell gone wrong. Possibly a prank by Harry or Ron Weasley, or perhaps one of the other boys here at Gryffindor. Maybe something by those awful boys at Slytherin. They were never up to any good over at Slytherin.

Hermione was far more curious about the ball of smoke than she was frightened by it.

She just sat in her chair and watched it grow. After all, what else was she to do? Scream? Run around the room babbling about a little ball of smoke?

She sat there and watched in fascination as the ball of silky white smoke grew larger and longer and began to take on a new kind of shape.

The shape of a person.

It could have been anyone at first. But it took a definite shape with each passing moment and it began to seem more and more solid, less like smoke than like flesh. And before she knew it Hermione was quite sure that she was looking at a girl about her own age.

A girl made out of smoke.

The girl that Hermione saw was definitely not a normal girl. No, not a normal human girl at all. She had grey hair for one thing. Not grey like an old person’s but shimmering and silky and shiny like the softest most perfect hair Hermione had ever seen. And the girl’s skin was whiter than Hermione had ever imagined skin could be. Almost translucent, like a pearl or a polished perfect white marble. She had dark eyes too. Big, black and liquid. And her lips were so red they seemed like flames against her white perfect skin. This girl looked like no girl Hermione had ever met or could ever even imagine. She was beautiful and strange and feminine in ways that Hermione could only have wished she could be. She was fascinating to look at in a way Hermione would never be. Fascinating. Almost

hypnotizing.

The strange and stunning visitor opened her flame red lips as if to speak. But she never made a sound. Instead smoke poured out of her mouth. White smoke, thin and misty at first and then thicker and darker, grey like storm clouds. The smoke kept pouring out of the girl’s mouth. It coiled through the air, twisted and slunk around the room and up around Hermione’s head. Hermione smelled the smoke. She knew she should hold her breath, to be safe but somehow she didn’t want to. She breathed in the sweet-smelling smoke and began to feel drowsy and light almost right at once. A sleeping spell of some kind, Hermione thought. Maybe a spell for trances or some kind of hypnosis. She’d read about it. Somewhere.

In a… A um…

Hermione’s eyelids felt heavy and tired. She yawned. And breathed in more smoke. The girl made out of smoke came towards her and kept filling the air up with her smoke breath. Hermione licked her lips. She ran her tongue across her lips, having no idea why she might do a thing like that but realizing that as she did, the girl was doing exactly the same thing. The girl’s tongue was fire-red like her lips and smoke rolled over it, around it as it flickered out and licked.

Hermione was aware all of a sudden that the girl’s face was close to hers. So close that the smoke from the girl’s mouth was pouring directly into her own. She could have sworn that only a moment ago the girl had been almost across the room but now here she was and her lips were about to…

Hermione had thought about kissing girls before. Only once or twice, but that was once or twice more than she had ever thought about kissing a boy. Even Harry, who was very cute and clever did not make her want to kiss. Hermione had had crushes on boys now and then but had never even once fantasized about kissing a single one.

She knew what a lesbian was. She’d looked it up the first time that awful Draco Malfoy had called her one. She had no idea if that’s what she was but kissing another girl was definitely something she had thought about doing.

Now, as the girl’s flame red lips closed over her own Hermione’s body trembled and her legs began to tingle in a very nice way. It wasn’t just because of the smoke either. The smoke was making her want the kiss more but it wasn’t making up the want. She wanted to kiss the smoke girl so very, very much.

At first it was just lips and smoke coming in and out and saliva dripping in and out but then Hermione felt that red fire tongue slither into her mouth and lick at Hermione’s tongue so she did it back to keep the kisses from stopping. She licked and sucked and the smoke girl licked and sucked. Hermione’s body felt more and more numb and sleepy even though she was tingling and buzzing all over. She breathed in the girl’s smoke and got more and more sleepy and more and more tingly.

The smoke girl’s fingers danced over Hermione’s body, so soft and so quick that by the time Hermione felt the touch the fingers were already someplace else.

Hermione longed to touch the girl too, to feel that smoke skin under her own fingers but her hands wouldn’t move. Her arms wouldn’t move. Come to think of it, her whole body wouldn’t move no matter how hard she told it to! It was okay though, because the girl was kissing Hermione and her hands were going lower.

And lower…

Hermione was feeling so sleepy that moving her arms or any part of her body right now did seem completely unnecessary after all. So she just sat in the chair and kissed the smoke girl back. At least she could do that! Which was good because she liked kissing the smoke girl very much!

Then the smoke girl’s hands were sliding Hermione’s dress up and her hands were…

Ooooh!

Hermione gasped into the smoke girl’s mouth.

Perhaps this was just a dream. Perhaps it was just some kind of illusion or some cruel trick being played on her. Maybe the smoke girl wasn’t real. Maybe she was a demon. She certainly didn’t look like a demon and she certainly didn’t taste like a demon, though Hermione had no idea how a demon’s mouth might taste. At that moment, in the library, none of that mattered in the least to Hermione Granger. She didn’t care if she was a lesbian or if the smoke girl was a demon and she was under some kind of wicked and awful spell. She didn’t care at all!

Because what the smoke girl was doing felt so delightfully good, because kissing the demon made of smoke, if that is indeed what the girl was, felt so deliciously nice that Hermione never ever wanted it to stop!

Nobody was in the library that night to hear Hermione’s moans and her sighs. No one was there to see the things the demon did to Hermione, or that Hermione did to the demon. No one at Hogwarts would ever know what happened that night.

But Hermione would come back to the library almost every single night after that. She would be here while everybody else was sleeping, when nobody could hear or see.

Because now Hermione Granger had two reasons to want to be in the library every single chance she got. Hermione learned a lot in the library that year. And the things she learned weren’t things you could find out about  just in books! Not anywhere in the whole wide muggle world! Not even here at Hogwarts!

* * *

First the Slytherin girls had started acting like Muggles. Then they started treating Hermione like she was a queen. And now Hermione was acting like she wasn’t Hermione at all!

It was all too much!

Poor Ginny wanted to go home and make the crayons dance the way she used to in her nice sane home before she had come to this awful school! Her family might be poor but at least they weren’t Muggles! She hated having to work at being a Witch. Having to learn and go to school to do magic. Magic was easy! It was what Ginny was born to do. Putting up with some people, especially with Muggles, was the hard part!

Ginny sighed.

Hermione was a Muggle.

That was the trouble alright!

Ginny liked Hermione just fine. But right from the beginning she didn’t trust the older girl. Muggles couldn’t be trusted. Hermione took things too seriously, always working and studying. And Ginny knew, even though Hermione showed no interest in boys at all, that sooner or later she’d try to steal Ginny’s Harry away. Because Muggles couldn’t help it. That’s the way they were. But Hermione’s behavior had been even stranger than usual lately. Even for Hermione! She had made friends with the Slytherin girls. Who in their right fun made friends with Slytherins? She was always in the bathrooms with them, doing things that the old Hermione would never do!

Hermione had always been nice. Ginny had to give her that at least. And she was smart. And organized. Too organized. But definitely nice. Lately though, since she’d started hanging out with those Slytherins, Hermione had gotten to be pushy and lazy and trashy and mean.That’s what you get when you expose Muggles to magic. Harry was half Muggle. Only half though. Hermione was one hundred per cent Muggle. And it certainly was beginning to show!

There she was after all. With the Slytherin girls. In the bathroom. Ginny had seen them go in and she knew exactly what they were doing in there.

Smoking!

Nobody had ever hated Muggles more than the Slytherins. No group at Hogwarts was as strict about not allowing Muggles in and no other group gave the Muggles, even half Muggles like Harry, as hard a time. But these girls imitated Muggles! They dressed like Muggles, talked like Muggles and even did Muggle things that were so obviously stupid.

Like smoking.

They seemed to think Muggles were cool. Or maybe they just thought dressing up and acting like Muggles was  funny. Either way they treated Hermione like she was some kind of Queen. Because she was a Muggle!

Ginny was pretty sure that Hermione would be considered what Muggles called a nerd even by her own kind. Maybe that’s why she had fallen so easy for the Slytherin girls being nice to her, had even made friends with them.

She had changed so much!

Hermione wore make up and lipstick now and dressed in tight fitting trashy Muggle clothes instead of the nice loose robes and Hogwarts uniforms that she had always worn. She had started talking back to teachers and swearing too. Hermione had always been the model student. That was one of the things that Ginny had always disliked about her. Too much like Ginny’s pompous and annoying brother, Percy. A goodie goodie student. That’s what Hermione has always been. Except with Professor Trelawney. And who could blame her for that? Professor Trelawney was a silly flake. Everyone knew that! But other than Professor Trelawney, Hermione seemed to love teachers. Now she was talking back and swearing at them.

It was all over Hogwarts how badly Hermione was behaving. And she was smoking!

Ginny thought about reporting what they were doing in there to Professor McGonagall. Even going right to the top; Professor Dumbledore. After all, shouldn’t the people who ran the school know what kinds of misdoings were going on right under their noses? Ginny wasn’t sure if smoking in school could get you sent to Azkaban. She’d leave that up to the Professors after she told them.

But Hermione was Ron’s friend. And more importantly than that she was Harry’s friend. Harry would probably be pretty peeved if Ginny got Hermione kicked out of school or sent to prison. So Ginny stood there in the hallway trying to figure out what to do. She could tell Ron and he would tell Harry. Or she could just go right to Harry and tell him. But Ginny knew that Muggles didn’t like tattle tales and Harry was half Muggle. He might get mad at her instead of Hermione. It made no sense of course, but that’s the way Muggles were.

She could send Harry and anonymous message. But where would she get an owl that wouldn’t be recognized?.

No. She couldn’t tell. Not yet anyway.

But she couldn’t very well do nothing!. Something had to be done! But what?

Ginny stood there chewing on her lip and puzzling it over.

And then it hit her!

The one Muggle thing that Ginny had ever liked were the books. Muggles had all kinds of books that didn’t try to teach you anything at all. They were just for fun. Ron had given her some Muggle children’s books that Harry had given him, and Ginny had liked some of them very much. Her favorites had been the mystery books. Especially Nancy Drew. Ginny thought to herself that maybe the best way to deal with a Muggle was to think like a Muggle! And Nancy Drew was a Muggle! Nancy Drew was also fun!

Perfect!

So Ginny asked herself what Nancy Drew would do. She’d investigate of course! Nancy Drew would learn as much as she could about the situation and the information she learned would lead her to the solution. Nancy Drew would penetrate the ring of evil

doers and then expose them.

So, trying to look just like a cover drawing of Nancy Drew, Ginny headed for the bathroom door. Not only would she expose Hermione’s wrong doing, she would be a hero doing it! What fun! What could be better than that?

Ginny pushed through the bathroom door.

And went almost immediately blind!

Suddenly she couldn’t breathe and she couldn’t see a single thing! The room was so filled with cigarette smoke that Ginny was choking and coughing blindly before the door even closed behind her. Her eyes filled up with tears and she felt kind of dizzy from all the smoke.

‘Who the heck is that?’ Ginny heard someone say. Heck. Some kind of Muggle word probably.

‘It’s… Is that… Ginny?’ someone else said.

Hermione.

Ginny wiped at the tears and tried to focus her eyes. She couldn’t stop coughing. The smoke was so thick Ginny could swear it was actually alive. Touching her. Caressing her. Choking her. She was suddenly feeling very strange. Sleepy. Light. Like the floor was tilting one way and then the other underneath her feet.

‘Ginny.’ She heard Hermione say ‘Ginny Weasley, what are you doing here?’

Ginny tried to answer. She really honestly did! But all that came out was another fit of coughing and then when that was over, a long tired yawn. She could still feel the foggy smoke touching, rubbing up against her. She was starting to make out shapes though. They were just shadows at first. Dark wisps. But then patterns started to emerge and forms and shapes. A blue piece of fabric there. An ankle and then a shoe. Some red hair…

Red hair!

Hermione had red hair like Ginny’s. Well, not exactly the same, messy and not as pretty, but…That was definitely Hermione’s hair!

Ginny peered through the smoke. She made out a face and it was most definitely Hermione’s, though very different than the Hermione that Ginny had grown used to seeing.  This face was all made up like a grown up Muggle woman’s, with eye shadow and very red red lipstick.

‘Hi, Hermione.’ Ginny said.

Somewhere in the smoke a girl laughed. Not Hermione. Somebody else. One of the Slytherin girls. Ginny knew she had sounded silly but her mouth felt funny and her brain felt like it was filled with…Smoke.

The smoke was everywhere. In her mouth, in her lungs, everywhere she looked. She could have sworn she felt the smoke licking at her bare legs, trying to lift up her dress. It made her shiver, but not because she was cold.

‘Look at her eyes!’ Another girl said ‘It’s already inside her!’

‘Shut up.’ Hermione told the invisible girl and Ginny was glad that Hermione was there to protect her. She wanted to hug Hermione. Kiss her.

Kiss her?

Hermione was moving through the fog toward Ginny. She looked like she was floating through the air. Like a ghost. Like an angel.When she got close Ginny looked up at her and grinned. The smoke was creeping up Ginny’s legs, tickling the insides of her thighs and Ginny kept looking down at Hermione’s red nail polished fingers, checking to see if it could be them touching her.

‘Hi Hermione.’ She said again.

Hermione looked down at her. Older. Taller. Her eyes looked angry but her lips were so pretty with the lipstick that Ginny was glad just to have her so close.

So close…

‘Ginny.’ Hermione said.

Ginny liked hearing Hermione say her name. Like music. Like laughing. It made her tingle all over.

‘You came here.’ Hermione said.

Ginny just smiled stupidly and wondered why the floor wouldn’t stop moving. The smoke wouldn’t stop trying to lift up her dress.

‘You came in here. I didn’t bring you. I didn’t make you come. You came all on your own.’

Voices started chanting, whispering out of the smoke ‘Do it Hermione!’ they hissed again and again ‘Make her taste it!’

‘You made this happen Ginny.’ Hermione said down to her while the smoke twirled and danced around them ‘You followed me and now there’s no way out.’

Hermione held up a red nailed hand and a cigarette just appeared between her fingers. That didn’t impress Ginny so much. As magic goes it was a pretty small trick. Besides, Ginny was too busy worrying about how the smoke actually seemed to be lifting her skirt up now. She had no intention of stopping it. But some part of her still worried that it was happening.

Hermione brought the cigarette to her red lipsticked lips. A small flame flared out of thin air and lit the cigarette. Ginny couldn’t see a lighter or even a match.

Ginny’s dress was almost all of the way up in the rear. And she could feel the smoke licking at her cotton panties.

The tip of Hermione’s cigarette flared a lightning red and crackled and burned as Hermione’s cheeks puckered and she pulled the smoke into her body. Ginny watched in giddy wonder as the flame disappeared and then the cigarette moved away from Hermione’s still puckered mouth. A small puff of white smoke curled in the space between slightly parted red Hermione lips.

Ginny ran her tongue across her own lips, wishing she had a mouth as pretty and as kissable as Hermione’s, as the smoke caressed and kissed her beneath her dress. And then those soft wet delicious looking Hermione lips formed a perfect O shape and blew all of the thick white creamy smoke right into Ginny’s face. Ginny breathed it all in. She took all of the smoke into her own mouth and lungs and it poured and streamed out of Hermione’s.

Ginny’s head seemed to swell like a balloon and lift her body off of the floor. The smoke filling her lungs made her even dizzier, even sleepier. It made her whole body feel warm and tingly and somehow wet. Moist. Ginny knew about sex. It was mostly a Muggle thing. One of the many things that made them so disgusting They did it all day long and she’d heard it was very messy and dirty. But if this was sex that she was feeling in her body right now, and for some reason she was pretty sure that it was, then it was no wonder that Muggles wanted to do it all the time! It was better than anything Ginny had felt ever before in her entire life!

She looked up at Hermione as the smoke flooded into her face, poured into her mouth. She couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Hermione forever and ever. She could think nothing nicer to do for the entire rest of her life!

The smoke kept coming and Ginny breathed it all in. She sucked and swallowed the smoke now, trying to gobble all of it into her lungs. It made her feel good. Dizzy and sleepy but good. Warm and tingly and fuzzy all over. It was Hermione’s breath too. With the smoke Ginny could taste Hermione’s breath and she wanted to gulp up every little bit of it.

Then the smoke stopped coming.

Hermione looked down at her while all the Slytherin girls, hidden in the smoke, giggled.

‘Figured it out yet, Ginny?’ Hermione said to her Ginny shook her head and grinned. She just wanted more smoke.”It’s not normal smoke.’ Hermione said ‘They look like normal cigarettes. The smoke looks and smells like normal smoke. But it’s not. It’s alive. The smoke is alive.’

Ginny didn’t doubt Hermione for a moment. She could feel the smoke easing her panties aside. Of course it was alive.

‘It gets inside of you.’ Hermione said ‘If you breathe it in. It gets inside of you and takes control.’

Ginny could feel exactly what Hermione was talking about. The smoke was possessing her. From inside and from outside. She felt it licking at her, down there. It was hot and soft. She liked what it was doing very much, even if what it was doing was wrong.

Ginny licked her lips and thought about how much she’d like to kiss Hermione. Have Hermione kiss her. Hermione held out an unlit cigarette, and said ‘Try it. You might as well try smoking as well.’

Ginny took the cigarette. Held it in her fingers.

‘Um… I… Ah…’ Ginny said  ‘I don’t even know how.’ Her lips felt funny. Like they belonged to somebody else. Her tongue too. Hermione just smiled.

For some reason whoever or whatever was in control of Ginny’s hand brought the cigarette up to her lips. The flame came out of nowhere again and lit it for her. To her great surprise Ginny took a deep drag, held it inside of her and then blew it out right into Hermione’s face. As if she had been smoking for all her young life! She had expected it to taste awful. It didn’t. It was kind of bitter but it made her tongue and mouth tingle ever so pleasingly. Hermione breathed in all of Ginny’s smoke and smiled again ‘Feels good.’ She said as her eyes went all glassy and strange ‘Doesn’t it Ginny?’

It certainly did! The smoke filled up Ginny’s body, made her buzz all over and left her feeling deliciously warm and wet.And then, with all the Slytherin girls cheering her on, Hermione leaned down and kissed Ginny. Softly at first, with just her lips and then more pressing, with her lips and tongue and then her whole mouth. Ginny tasted smoke. Lipstick. Hermione’s soft wet tongue. She liked it all! She liked it all a lot! She kissed Hermione right back. Because it felt good.

Because she wanted to.

Because the smoke wanted her to!.

And there, right there in the smoke filled girl’s bathroom at Hogwarts, with all those Slytherin girls watching, Ginny and Hermione kissed in a way that girl are not supposed to kiss.. Then they did a lot more than just kiss. The other girls did a lot more than just watch too. They joined in.

And by then Ginny couldn’t remember why she had wanted to turn them all in!

She found out that after all not all Muggle things are so bad. Hermione for instance.

Or sex.

Or smoking.

From that moment on Ginny had become a very big fan of all those things.She might even consider dressing like a Muggle!After all, undressing like one, was more fun than Ginny had ever imagined!