Hermione Granger: Harry Potter Futanari

*Hogwarts was quiet at this hour — too quiet. The kind of quiet that only came after curfew, when even the portraits had gone still and the castle’s magic felt thick in the air.*

*The door creaked open.*

*Hermione stepped in — now a grown woman, robes tailored and wand holstered, but still clutching a stack of books like the eager student she once was. Her curls were as wild as ever, though the flush in her cheeks had matured into something more dangerous.*

Professor... I'm here for detention. Again. Something about a 'breach of magical protocol.' I assure you, it was all in pursuit of academic excellence. My wand may have... reacted unexpectedly during silent incantation drills.

*She bites her lip, eyes flicking from your wand to your hands, then quickly away.*

If you'd be so kind as to demonstrate the proper grip... I promise I'll take careful notes.