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   HermioneAndMalfoy (MF, oral, impreg, nc (rape), first) By Egress

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   "How COULD I be so harsh?  She's just a depressing ghost with a
cyclothymic disorder.  Why did I pay attention to her at all?" she asked
herself as she walked down the dark hallway.  It was a few hours after
light's out, and she was returning from the prefect's bathroom, where she'd
had a loud row with Moaning Murtle.  Murtle had been so insistant about her
being in love with Ron, and for some reason Hermione couldn't handle the
suggestion.  Their confrontation had gotten meaner and louder as the time
went on, and then Peeves got excited and started all of the taps running in
the sinks at once and sprayed them at her, drenching her from head to toe.

   "It's impossible anyway.  I don't love Ron.  It's not like that... 
We're friends.  I mean, sure, I'd like to..." she trailed off, not even
willing to voice the possibility out loud.  Hermione's thoughts kept
flashing back to the times when they'd held hands, sometimes by mistake,
and the time when the blast-ended screwt had nearly blasted her in half and
Ron had given her that hug...  ok, maybe it went on a little long, but then
he just went cold.  Maybe he doesn't feel anything but friendship towards
me.  And she didn't want to be the one to chance their relationship
(whatever it was) by asking HIM out on a date.

   Another hug came to mind, when Professor Lupin had turned into a
wearwolf and she was sure he was going to kill them both.  She closed her
eyes as she pictured it again, a small smile dancing on her lips.  He was
so strong then, his tense muscles holding her tightly, and she pulled him
so close to her, fitting herself to his...

   "Ooof!" - she bounced into the wall, nearly falling down from the force
of the blow as he tossed her out of his way with a sharp elbow.

   "Watch it, Granger," said Draco Malfoy.  "Why the allow half-blind
mud-bloods to become prefects, I'll never know." He looked at her as she
held herself up on the wall, her wet blouse clinging tightly to her body.
"You do have some decent curves though.  You just tend to hide them beneath
those rags."

   "Just because some of us would rather spend more on manners then our
wardrobes doesn't mean you get to be the minister of style and elegance. 
You're as much of a snob and twit as you ever were, you twisted git."

   "Oh, is that so, Granger?  You'd replace style with fake fur and
elegance with a small purse?"

   "What is it about you that makes you so afraid of small things?  Are you
compensating for something?  Isn't it the big spenders who only have
small..."

   Draco's eyes began to blaze.  "You watch yourself, Granger.  You'll get
yourself into big trouble."

   "Is that the case, big man?  Or should I say little man?" She could
almost see his hair raising from his head as she made shots against his
ego. She kept with it, approaching him as she couldn't approach Myrtle. 
"Is the pained look your mother always wears due to the small winkle your
father has?  Could it be that your eyes are so shifty because you're
wanking all of the time?" She pushed him into a wall.  "Or is it just from
staring down at your - Tiny - Little - Peanut - Dick?" She poked him hard
in the chest with each of the last four words.  Malfoy was shaking from his
anger.

   She turned her back to him.  "You'd better grow up, little man," she
said as she walked away.

   She never saw him draw his wand, but in shock she heard the incantation,
"Imperio!"

   When she was in the DA, they had cast the imperious curse on each other
to practice breaking out of it, so she knew the floaty-disconnected feeling
that it gave you, but where they were inexperienced with the curse and
admittedly younger at the time, Draco Malfoy was well practiced at the
darker magic that his father had taught him, and his anger-fueled will
clamped the curse about her.  She was never the best at breaking the curse
(that was Harry, of course), but now she could feel it chaining her without
a single weak link.

   "Come with me," said Draco.  He led her back to the Prefect's washroom,
but when she entered it was not the lady's washroom that she remembered,
but a more masculine room with a bath in the middle and a stained-glass
mermaid sleeping quietly.  Malfoy added a sleeping jinx to reinforce the
mermaid's sleep.  He sat on the thick tan pad of the bench with his back to
the tub, then turned to Hermione.

   "Alright, you filthy mud-blood, you think you're so great a wizard,
don't you.  Cute little tricks you pull getting me and my boys into
trouble. Well, I'm not the on in trouble now.  Time to put a slug like you
into your place.  So how to do it best?" He looked at her soaked body, the
curves showing through her wet blouse.  "Ahhh, I've got an idea, and I'm
going to enjoy this, though somehow I don't know if you will.  Show me that
worthless body of yours, mudblood.  Let's have a strip show, sweets, and
make it as sexy as you can."

   She smiled at him, walking back a few paces, one hand beckoning her
enemy as her other began to primp for him.  Hermione's mind sat somewhat
apart, feeling with disbelief her hands sliding along her flat stomach and
up to her breasts, her hips swinging back and forth as she danced in a
tight circle.  Her hands went up into her hair and pulled out the barette,
shaking it into a loose cascade that would swing back and forth to hide her
face.  As her hands came back down, they opened her blouse one button at a
time, while her uncontrolled mind shivered with revulsion, pushing out
against the spell, her mouth made dumb by the imperious curse.

   Now unbuttoned, she slid the loose garment from her shoulders, revealing
her simple white brassiere.  'No!' she thought as her fingers pulled the
blouse out of her skirt and tossed it away, yet she could feel the grin on
her face, the come-hither glint in her eye.  In horror she felt her hands
swing with her hips, moving ever so slowly to the zipper on the side of her
skirt and sliding it down.  Her hips undulated as she swayed to an imagined
beat, the skirt falling centimetre by centimetre as gravity pulled it along
her legs.

   She ended facing away from him, and with hips swaying back and forth. 
She slowly brought her hands up behind her to release the clasp of her
bra-strap.  The poor girl strained against the curse, wanting ever so much
to stop herself; no man had seen her naked before, not even her dad since
she'd turned 8, and now she was watching from inside her eyes, feeling her
body enjoying itself as she flung her clothes at the feet of her enemy.

   Hermione was rather chilly.  Having been soaked earlier, the removal of
her clothes left her in the drafts of the large bathroom, and her skin was
crawling with goosebumps.  Her nipples stuck out like little pebbles, hard,
pink and sensitive.  She told herself that the shiver she felt as her
thumbs slipped unbidden under the edges of her panties was from the cold,
but deeper she knew it was the fear and, somehow, anticipation at removing
her last garment and being naked infront of a boy for the first time.

   She bent forward, her butt waving near his face as she slowly lowered
her white panties.  Slowly they came down, inch by inch, revealing half,
now all of her butt, the feathery hair covering her mound just visible. 
Down, down, down.  Half way down her thighs her arms gave them a flick, and
she stepped out of them, turning about to face him with one arm over her
breasts, the other at the junction of her legs.

   Slowly one hand revealed her breasts to him, to rest on a hip, then the
other moved to reveal her completely nude form.  Her mind reeled in horror,
but all her body would do is lick her lips seductively.

   "Not bad.  Your tits could be larger, and the hair on your puss is
rather sparse, but that's to be expected, I guess.  Good arse, and I like
the pouty look.  Hmm." He tapped his lips for a moment as he evaluated her
nude form.  "I think you should put those lips of yours to better use,
though.  Suck my cock."

   Hermione's mind screamed.  Her hand touched his knee as he sat there,
and she got down onto her knees in front of him, sliding her hand up his
leg, the fabric rough but warm against her hands.  His leg began to bounce
with excitement as her hand approached his crotch.

   Inside her mind, she gathered her will to push back.  With a strong
thrust she pushed against the curse and felt her body pause, her breasts
swinging lightly as her body shook while she tried to escape Malfoy's
control, but his will pressed against her again.  She had no hold, no
leverage, and he laughed at her as her hand slid across the bulge in his
pants, stroking his hard penis gently as she reached for the buttons with
her other hand.

   One, two, three, four, five, and his pants lay open.  He lifted up
slightly to let her pull his pants down, freeing his erect member.  About
five inches; neither large nor small.  She planted kisses on his
belly-button, then down, along the back of his penis, then slowly sucked
his cock into her mouth.  It was hot and very soft, with a spongy head
beneath the thick foreskin, and a flavor that was not completely
unpleasant. She slid her tongue about, stroking it as her head bobbed back
and forth.

   Her mouth slid back, leaving just the head between her lips.  She licked
it with quick strokes, twisting her head this way and that to caress the
mushroom shaped bulb on every side with her slick tongue and he groaned. 
In her mind she was no longer sucking on Malfoy's cock, but that of Ron,
imagining the red pubic hair that she knew would surround the strong shaft
of his manhood.

   Her apparantly willing mouth now began to fuck him, sliding back to hold
only his head, then forward, bringing her nose closer and closer to his
pubic hair with each successive thrust.  His cock-head pressed her tongue
down as she pressed it into her throat, trying to swallow the whole length,
but her gag reflexes made her body pull back for a moment as she stifled a
cough.

   As she moved forward again his hands landed on her head, pulling her
into him.  This time when her reflex pulled her back, his will pulled hard
at her along with his hands.  Bit by bit he filled her, his stomach
approaching her forehead as her throat clenched at the invading dick head,
making him groan in appreciation.

   At last her nose was buried in his fuzzy patch of hair, her throat
uncomfortably full.  She found that she couldn't breathe with his cock so
deep in her, yet she couldn't even try to pull away.

   Finally his hands released her and she felt her head begin to withdraw,
the uncut end of his dick slipping nearly to her lips as her tongue
massaged the underside of the fleshy spear before swallowing it again. 
Each time he pulled her forwards she felt her body accept the intrusion
with less difficulty until she barely noticed the discomfort.

   Malfoy's began to breathe more heavily.  She pulled back to pay some
special attention to the cock head, pressing at the receeding foreskin,
flicking her tongue along the slit in the tip, tasting his pre-cum as her
hand cupped his balls, so heavy and full.  She rubbed them gently, feeling
their softness, the thick, mousy blonde hair tickling the palm of her hand.

   "Oh yea.  Suck it." he said, and she returned to making slow, deep
thrusts, but giving the head a slick twist as it came to the front of her
mouth.  "Shit," he said, then again.  "Shit.  Shit.  Faster!  Shit!  Oh,
yea." His dick felt bigger in her mouth now, the flavor of the pre-cum
filling her senses.

   Faster and faster he wanted and so faster she went, sucking in saliva
and pre-cum as her unwilling mouth worshiped his vibrating dick.

   "FUUUuuuuuuuuUUUUUUKKKkkkk!!!" he yelled as he pulled her onto his cock
while the orgasm swept through his teenage body.  His hands held the back
of her head tightly as his pelvis thrust up into her.  Hermione could feel
his cock pulse as the sticky semen flowed up from his balls to fill her
throat, flowing down to her stomach.  He pulled her hair and she slid back,
the flavor filling her mouth before he thust forwards, nearly bruising her
nose as he slammed into her again.

   He held her there for a moment as his orgasm subsided, then let her fall
back to rest on the stone floor while he recovered.

   Hermione was gasping for air, no longer caring that she was swallowing
his foul seed.  She lay with her forehead against the floor, her head
between Malfoy's feet.  After a moment she realized that she had some
control over her own body again.  Perhaps Malfoy's Imperious was broken by
his orgasm?  She looked over at her wand, sticking up from the pile of her
clothes, and wondered if she could get to it before he could recover
completely.

   She slowly sat back on her feet, looking at his dazed face, her eyes
flicking to the wand loosely held in his right hand.  Perhaps...

   Quick as she could she got up and made a run for her wand...

   To find herself stopping after one step and turning to face Malfoy.

   "Cute, mudblood.  Don't you know an Imperious curse lasts as long as I
keep my will on you?  If I reduce the concentration you can do SOME things,
like getting up there, but soon as I want you to, you're back under my
wand." He stood and casually removed his shirt and pants, careful to keep
them dry.

   Hermione tried to tell him what she thought of him, but his grip on her
was too strong.

   "You are a decent cock-sucker though.  Look at it now, all happy, and my
balls are just drained.  I must have put a quart of cum down that dirty
throat of yours."

   He stroked his testicles with his wand.  "Semenus Recargona" he chanted,
and his penis, so happily flacid, began to rise again.  "It's a shame women
can't feel that charm.  There's quite a little high you get as new, hungry
little sperm fill your balls.  Terrible shame.  All set for round two!" he
said.  "Come over here."

   She walked up to him, her mind shreaking.

   "Sit in my lap, facing me." She did, her eyes looking at the quickly
hardening shaft under a foot from her virginal opening.

   "It looks good, doesn't it?  You looking forward to bouncing on a real
dick, not your little Harry's twig?  Hmm.  I want to hear what you really
think.  I think I'll let you talk."

   He raised his wand to touch her throat.

   "You sniveling dog!  How could you do this to me!"

   "Easily," he said.  "Move forward in my lap."

   "Never, you evil bastard," but she felt her body inch forward, kneeling
on the cushion on either side of Malfoy's legs until she pressed against
him, her breasts against his chest, her labia spread about his rigid cock.
She inhaled sharply at the sensations; her sensitive, swollen nipples
dancing with her breath against his chest, his cock throbbing along the
front of her groove, each pulse of his heart pressing it against her clit.

   "No!  You can't!  I'm a virgin!"

   "Oh really?  Who were you saving it for?"

   "I...  No.  Just let me go.  I won't tell."

   "I know," he said with a sneer.  "Now who were you saving it for?  I
just want to hear you say that I got there before Potter."

   "But I don't think of Harry like that...  we're just friends."

   Malfoy reached around her and took hold of her pettite arse.  "Yeah. 
Right."

   She grunted as he began lifting her up and down, rubbing his cock with
her spread labia.  Her breasts were pressed tightly into his chest and she
found herself clutching tightly to him as her body shuddered with the
unaccustomed stimulation.

   "I bet you've been dreaming of this for a long time now, having a cock
in your breeding cunt.  Do you think you sucked all of the semen off of my
dick?" he asked.  She felt the vein of his cock sliding against her vagina.
Could one of his sperm be working its way up into her even now?

   He lifted a little higher and her pert brests rose over his shoulders.
She leaned in so he could suck on one of her nipples.  "No, dooon't do
that..." The sound came from her mouth sounding more like a whining plead
than the commanding tone she had hoped for.  She pushed herself upwards
slightly to escape his mouth and felt his cock head slide back to wedge at
her vaginal opening.  He looked up into her eyes, and compelled by his
will, she couldn't look away.

   Slowly he let her sink down onto his pole.  "Ungh.  No.  Take it out."

   "Me?" he asked, "Why don't you just pick yourself up off of me."

   She began to lift herself up and it slid out...  almost.  But she
couldn't get herself to lift off.  Suddenly his will smashed hers aside. 
She heard herself say, "but it's so empty now," and she began to lower
herself back down.  As her hymen began to stretch she stopped.  "Oh, it
hurts, but I can't resist you," said her voice.  She bounced up and down,
his cock stretching her maiden-head, almost tearing it.  "You're right
against my hymen now.  Please make me a woman?  Please?  Oh Draco, please?"

   His hands slowly climbed up along her back as she bounced up and down,
grunting at the bottom of the stroke, each time stretching her thin
virginal barrier.  After what felt like an eternity his hands grasped her
shoulders firmly.  He counted.

   "One" No, she thought.

   "Two" Please stop.  You can't do this!

   "Three" and he pulled her down into his lap, shreadding her hymen as he
filled her.  She bit her lip in pain, though she wasn't sure if it was him
making her react or not.  She sat still in his lap, his penis inside her,
pulsing against the sore, shreadded remnants of her maidenhead with his
heartbeat.  His bare chest was warm against hers, her nipples pressed
tightly against his as she hugged him tightly.

   After a moment she began to squeeze him with the muscles of her vagina.
She leaned away from him, offering her breasts to his hungry mouth.  He
sucked the hard nipples that looked so much like small, ripe strawberries
while the pain from her deflowering seeped into the background of sexual
stimulation.

   Her body began to dance against his, rubbing left and right as her hips
made circles, stirring his cock and giving him pleasure.  It was strange to
feel her body rutting against his, his penis filling her as both her body
and voice begged him for more.  She knew it was her base instincts that
wanted sex, not her mind, but listening to her own voice calling lovingly
to him as the pleasure began to throb through her body confused her, and
she sat back in her head and watched, apart from the action as well as in
with it.

   After a while she grasped his shoulders and pressed down on them for a
moment, lifting herself up and dropping down on his hard cock, knocking the
wind out of herself as he penetrated her more deeply than before.  She lost
all sense of time as she ground her body into his, eliciting groans from
him as she meweled his own encouragements back to him.

   His hands massaged her breasts as she bounced up and down on his prick.
The pain had long since passed and she hated the pleasure that her body was
giving her as she rode him.  'It must be a purely physical response to the
stimulation' she thought, but nonetheless she shivered as shocks ran
through her body.

   She began to grunt in time with her strokes as the feelings grew
stronger.  Try as she might, she couldn't shut out the euphoric cloud as it
moved from her dominated body to her mind.  Her hands were now travelling
back and forth from Malfoy's shoulders to teasing his nipples as she lifted
herself up and down on his dick, exhaling with a grunt as she bottomed out,
her clit mashing against him.

   Left and right he squeezed her breasts, the occasional tweak of her
pebble hard nipples making her squeek as the sensations combined with those
down below.  It felt like a wire was connecting her nipples to her clit as
he squeezed the sensitive flesh, the sensation running rampant through her
body.  She paused with him deep inside her and rotated her hips,
stimulating her clit.  Her long hair swished across her back, a soft
counterpoint to the bright magic below.

   She couldn't breathe.  The sensations were more than she ever could
imagine.

   'No' she thought, as her body began to vibrate.  'He can't.' Her hips
ground into his.  'I can't.  He's raping me, how can I cum?  I'm not
enjoying this!  I'm not!  I'm not I'm not I'mnotnotnotnot...'

   "IEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" she cried as the orgasm burst
from her.  She bounced and thrashed, impaled on his prick as she came,
finally resting against him.

   "I didn't tell you to stop, slut," said Malfoy, but to no avail.  She
was totally drained from her first vaginal orgasm.  "Fine.  On your knees."
He pushed her off of him, turning her to face away from his position, her
head on her hands, knees under her, butt in the air.

   'Good thing I came before,' he thought to himself.  His balls were heavy
with the magically regenerated cum, but his recent orgasm was helping him
hold off.  He entered her hard, and began to fuck the brunette with a
vengance.

   After a few moments she seemed to reawake, and began thrusting back into
his hips.  Each time he felt himself get close, he would thrust in and hold
her hips tight to his own.  He could feel his balls swell as he got closer
and closer to unloading his potent syrup into the dominated witch.  She was
grunting now with his thrusts, perhaps close again to orgasm.  Malfoy
enjoyed the idea that he could make a woman cum twice for one of his own,
and paused again.  Her hole was tight even now, squeezing him like a vice,
her tight ass bouncing nicely beneath his stomach.

   For her part, Hermione was indeed lost to the feelings of being
repeatedly penetrated, but as the euphoric haze reduced, a new thought ran
through her rational mind.  Her wand was only three or four feet infront of
her.  Under the imperious curse, it might as well be three or four miles
away, but the long, narrow shaft was right in front of her.  If only she
could break out of Malfoy's control.

   'No' she thought as her body began to heat up again, as the platinum
blonde willed her to thrust back at him.  'I can't deal with another
orgasm.' Nonetheless she could feel the strains of pleasure tickling her
from her nipples to her clit, spreading across her stomach to her toes and
all over.  She reached between her legs to feel his balls as they slapped
into her clit.  They felt huge, full of sperm, and at his mental wish she
massaged them, feeling them tighten as he came close.  Then it happened.

   "Yeah.  Ungh." Malfoy began to shudder.

   Hermione's mind went in a new direction.  It's a bad time.  A really bad
time.  I could get pregnant.  If he cums in me, or even now it may be too
late.  Oh no.  Oh NO!

   "Oh yea.  oh..  Oh...  OH FUCK YEA!"

   She could feel the first pulse of his dick as he came, the magical sperm
flooding up into her, causing her own orgasm.  "Ieyeyeyayayeyahhhhh!!!!"
she screamed as she came, her clenching vagina accelerating the travel of
his seed as it moved farther up and in.  She could just picture her cervix
sucking at the fluids, swallowing them into her womb as her mouth had
swallowed his semen before, now bathing her egg in his sperm.  Stunned, she
didn't move at all, her mind turned inwards, feeling each pulse, the
growing pressure in her tummy.

   At last he fell forwards onto her and slid off in post-orgasmic bliss.

   Hermione shook her head.  There's a weakness in his Imperious!  She
pushed hard against it, felt it crack, then shatter away like an eggshell
struck from inside.  She lunged for her wand.

   "EXPELERAMUS!"

   Malfoy, still stunned from his orgasm didn't stand a chance.  Thrown
back against the tub wall, his head hit with a loud "Thump" and he slid to
the floor.

   "Oh, I hope there's still time," she prayed.  "Ovastaturio," she called
with a practiced flick of her wrist.  Before her a transparent cloud
appeared in the shape of her torso with a tan area for her reproductive
system.  There was a thick cloud of blue specks in the ghostly vagina, each
indicating a live sperm.  Farther along were a smaller group that had
passed into her womb, and just above that was the red light of her egg as
it decended.

   "No!  Don't let them in!" she called to the egg as it was surrounded by
the blue cloud.  One after another it stopped the assaulting mob, holding
the sperm at bay.  The cloud thinned as they fell away.

   She began to cheer, "Yeah!  Beat 'em back!  Yeah!"

   Then the red spot began to pulse.

   "No!  I've got to stop it before it turns white and I'm pregnant." It
got faster.  What was that spell for protection?

   "NO!  Stop it!  NO!" The light began to brighten.  "I Cant Remember! 
NOOOOOOO!"

   "IMPERIO!"

   'What?  NO!  Not again!' she thought as the cloud of the curse split her
mind from her body again.

   "Close one, Grainger.  Oh; what's this I see?" The red turned to orange,
then slowly brightened as the conception occurred.  In her mind she
screamed.

   "Congratulations.  You're now preggers, you stringy tramp.  Now how
would that kind of thing happen to a good girl like you?  Oh, you going to
tell them I forced you?  Who'd belive that?  Well, maybe your boyfriend or
that other muck you hang around with, but how could you prove it?"

   He tossed her a towel.

   "Clean yourself up and get dressed." She felt her body move to his
commands, wiping the cum off of her legs, then washing up at the sink.  'I
can prove it, she thought.  The Imperius curse will leave traces on your
wand for a month or so.  You just wait.  Plus there's my lost virginity. 
And a test on the baby will prove you're the father.  You bastard.'

   None of that came out, though, as his control was again strong.  Dressed
again he took her back out to the hall.  Malfoy looked at his watch.

   "Just a few moments more.  Does it feel different yet?  You've got a
Malfoy inside you, it's going to be a rough time."

   She shook her head, unable to even look down in shame.  Her hand stroked
her belly where she knew it would grow, unless she could cast the spell to
keep the egg from implanting, but that had to be done soon.

   "Tell me, have you snogged with your fair prince yet?  Just nod."

   "Ahh.  Well, for future reference, this is how a kiss is supposed to
be."

   He took her in his arms and held her tightly, pressing his lips to hers,
his tongue snaking into her mouth.  Her mind shuddered, though he made her
body respond.  She could feel his slimy tongue slipping along hers, forcing
its way to the back of her mouth before returning to fence tip-to-tip. 
After a long minute, he broke the kiss.  "You're not bad, Granger, if I
control you.  Wonder if you'd be any good on your own."

   "Well, I guess we won't know, at least not for a while.  I'd better fix
this." He raised her skirt and slipped the tip of his wand into her pussy.
"Reparo." She shuddered as she felt her hymen repair itself.

   "That's one part of it.  Let's see now.  I think Lockheart was your
favorite teacher, wasn't he?  Well he was mostly useless, but he did teach
a few of us some of the memory charms that made him so famous.  Oh the ones
he gave us don't cut out all that much time; two hours or so, but they're
quite effective, and just about impossible to reverse.  Here's a gift to
you, Granger.  You won't worry about having sex any longer.  REMUNO
MEMORIAM"

   "Ouch!" said Hermione as she bounced off of the wall.

   "Watch it Granger!" said Draco.

   "Oh you watch it yourself, you overblown twit." She wondered at the
wierd look he gave her.  She wiped a bit of drool off of her lip.  Wonder
how that got there.  She bit back another comment; she'd made enough
trouble with Myrtle tonight.  She'd deal with it later.  Strange, she
thought her clothes were damper from the spray Myrtle and Peeves had
unleashed.

   Never mind, she thought, and made her way back to Gryffindor tower.

   A few weeks later she was worried about her period being late, but
shrugged it off to the pressures of finals.  When the next month rolled
about she was home with her parents.  She was in a bit of trouble with Mom
and Dad, and couldn't figure out what had caused it; she hoped it wasn't a
side-effect of some of the potions she'd made.  Hogwarts felt a long way
away.