{Guest Room, Hermione's House}
"If you need anything, just knock on the door, okay?" Emma smiled at me as I looked around the plain-looking room. It was tastefully decorated, but it lacked a personal touch.
"Of course, Emma. Good Night," I smiled back as she gave me a look and then walked away, her hips swinging, clearly with the intent of teasing me. She had gotten bolder the more time I spent around her, and at the dinner table I could sense that her relationship with Daniel wasn't as harmonious as they painted it.
'There was definitely some underlying tension there during dinner. Hermione seemed oblivious to it all, though.' I thought as I collapsed on the bed. The mattress here had a lot more spring inside as I sank comfortably into it.
Since it was late, Emma had offered to let me stay here today, and she could drop Hermione and me off at the Leaky Cauldron in the morning on the way to work. I had agreed since I wasn't too keen on introducing myself as Neville Longbottom to Stan again. That tribute to a canon scene could prove costly one day.
I had borrowed Daniel's pajamas and T-shirt, which were a size too small for me. I didn't want to miss today's gym session, but in the end one day isn't going to make that much of a difference, and it's not like I'm lazy, right...right?
'Alright, I'll do a couple sets of pushups before sleeping,' I thought, having lost an argument to myself.
Before I go through any exercise, though, I had planned to go through the changes in Hermione's state, so I called on the diary and flipped to Hermione's page.
Instantly, I noticed the first change, her clothes in the image had changed along with her actions. Her loose white T-shirt was gone, along with her blue jeans. Instead, she wore a pink satin top and shorts. Instead of just smiling and waving, she now leaned toward the camera and blew a kiss.
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[Hermione GIF Stage 0 {Max Affection}]
[Hermione Granger]
[Corruption Level: 0/5 {Model Student}]
[Affection Meter: 200/200]
[Inhibition Level: 9/10]
[Inhibition Meter: 47/100]
[Trait unlocked at Level 1: Fast Reading]
[Fast Reading(Blue): A supplementary trait that increases the speed of your reading and understanding of text by 30%]
[Trait unlocked at Level 2: Locked]
[Trait unlocked at Level 3: Locked]
[Trait unlocked at Level 4: Locked]
[Trait unlocked at Level 5: Locked]
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'Does the portrait change with each inhibition level?' I thought and flicked over to Adorabella's and took in her scantily dressed form. Her lingerie had changed to an open-cup black bra that was just there to enhance her figure, as it was hiding nothing, along with open lace panties. Instead of masturbating, she was now grabbing her boobs as she was pushing them towards me.
'Yep, today is Tease the Boy-Who-Lived Day.' I thought as my cock started to harden, staring at Adorabella.
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[Adorabella GIF Stage 4 {Max Affection}]
[Adorabella Greengrass]
[Corruption Level: 3/5 {Slutwife}]
[Affection Meter: 200/200]
[Inhibition Level: 3/10]
[Inhibition Meter: 02/100]
[Trait unlocked: Charms Inclination]
[Trait unlocked at Level 4: Potions Mastery {Purple}]
[Potions Mastery {Purple}: You have a natural affinity for brewing potions. Effects of successfully brewed potions increased by 50%]
[Trait unlocked at Level 5: Locked]
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'Right, I didn't check this last time, so the next trait for Adorabella is Potions Mastery. This, although, would help. With Snape in charge, I don't really think I'll get much use out of it during class.' I thought I had almost forgotten about the man who was likely to become an annoyance over the years.
I quickly closed the book for now as I tried to get my orgasm under control, but the image of Adorabella swinging her breasts at me kept replaying in my mind.
'Fuck it, let's do some push-ups.' I thought as I dropped to the floor and started doing exercises before I used my wand to cast the newly learned Hot-Air charm and drain all my mana.
Sleep claimed me pretty quickly. Both the physical and mental exhaustion pulled me quickly into the dream realm, filled with scantily clad witches dancing all around. For a moment, it looked like a TikTok feed before I woke to the sound of a door slamming shut.
"... deal, but that doesn't mean I'll allow it inside my home." I heard Daniel's voice coming through the door as I stood up.
"You don't have a right to judge me, Daniel," Emma said, her voice colder than I had ever heard it before.
"He's Hermione's age, Emma," He almost screamed, but he managed to keep his voice down. I heard something being dragged in front of my door.
"The bitch you fucked was just out of university as well," Emma retorted. "We both agreed that you won't have a say in this."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'll hear you get fucked in my own house," Daniel retorted as he started going down the stairs. The sound of their fighting paused as I heard them both walking down; I hesitated for a moment before I stood up and tiptoed to the door.
I slowly opened the door to peek out and found no one in sight. I tiptoed out to the stairs, and when I looked down, I saw Daniel dragging a suitcase out of the house as Emma watched him go, arms folded.
The door closed with a gentleness that didn't seem real, and Emma just stood there until she heard a car start and bright headlights lit the living room for a few seconds before the sound of it driving away reached both our ears.
I saw her shoulders drop as she sniffed, then her hand rose to wipe away her tears as she shook her head and turned. Then she froze as she looked at me. Then she quickly looked toward Hermione's room, and only when no sound came from that direction for a good 10 seconds did she move, starting up the stairs.
I took that time to look at her lacy nightgown, her breasts were exposed under the dim light and the translucent netting, but she made no attempt to hide them.
"Come with me," she whispered, grabbing my hand and leading me back toward the guest room.
Once she closed the door, she turned around and sighed, "How much did you hear?" She asked.
"Enough," I replied, deciding to be honest. Her shoulders slumped as she walked over and sat on the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me and asked, "Was I wrong?"
'Oh boy... I'm not made for these emotional talks.'
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