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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Plant/Hermione_Granger
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Devil's_Snare
  Additional Tags:
      Plant_sex, Impregnation, preg, Birth, Chan_(12), AR
  Collections:
      Interspecies, Dirty_Non_Overwatch_Fanfics_Ohmyspooky_Likes
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-13 Words: 1114
****** Hermione Granger and the Devil's Snare ******
by Sheogorath
Summary
     When Hermione lands on the Devil's Snare plant while helping Harry
     prevent Voldemort obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, something
     altogether unexpected happens. Doesn't it always?
Notes
     Yes, I did bastardise the last line of the Never Ending Story just a
     little for the end of this fic. I'm not plagiarising by doing so, so
     deal.
See the end of the work for more notes
              ***** Hermione Granger and the Devil's Snare. *****
After Harry Potter had handed the flute Hagrid had lent them to her, Hermione
Granger brought it to her lips and began to play, immediately placating the
gigantic three-headed dog which had roused from its enchanted sleep slightly.
With the cerberus again sleeping, Harry jumped through the trapdoor that Ron
Weasley had opened before Ron himself followed. Once the two boys were safely
through, calling for her from below, Hermione followed them, landing on
something soft which broke her fall.
"Stop moving!" Hermione ordered her friends. "I know what this is - it's
Devil's Snare!"
"Are you nuts?" Ron demanded. "This thing's trying to strangle me to death!"
"Has it wrapped itself around your neck?" Hermione demanded, and the red-headed
boy shook his head. "Then it's not trying to strangle you. Just stop moving and
it'll let you go."
As if by some miracle, Harry and Ron listened to the bushy-haired witch and
quickly sank out of sight, but Hermione herself wasn't so lucky. The plant
remained wrapped around her legs and body, and when she tried to reach for her
wand, it grabbed her arms too. Then a particularly thick tendril snaked up her
robes, wrapped itself around the crotch of her knickers, and pulled them down
her legs far enough that another vine, this one slim and with a hole in the
end, was able to enter her in a place she had heretofore never suspected the
existence of. As the vine moved further inside her, Hermione let out a
suppressed gasp of pain when her hymen was broken by the widening tendril, and
the Devil's Snare quickly absorbed the blood leaking from the torn maidenhead
of the virgin sacrifice.
As if realising that Hermione wasn't yet mature enough to produce the fluids
necessary for successful sexual intercourse, the vine was seeping some kind of
liquid gel inside her to ease its passage and reduce her discomfort.
At that moment, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as the vine came to the end
of the passage between her legs and seemed to be able to go no further, but
then it inched backwards, rubbing against the front wall of her vagina, and she
gave a helpless squeal of pain as it broke through even deeper into her belly.
The tendril gently moved back and forth, gradually widening what the twelve-
year-old witch didn't yet know was her cervix, then she could feel it widening
again at her entrance as something cylindrical moved down it and into her body.
At first, Hermione tried to keep count of the lumps, whatever they were, as
they passed into her, but soon gave it up as a bad job, then, what felt like
hours later, the vine finally finished by shooting liquid into the pre-teen's
overstuffed uterus, pulling out slightly, shooting some goop over her cervix,
then attaching something to the back wall of her vagina before pulling out
entirely.
Now that the Devil's Snare had finished with Hermione, it lowered her gently to
the floor of the chamber below, where she immediately pulled her knickers back
up.
"Whoa, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed as he and Harry dashed over to her from the
other side of the room. "You've been ages! Are you all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked smoothly before noticing both boys staring at
her swollen belly. "Oh, it's just digestive issues," she lied, waving her wand.
"See? All better now!"
Ron kept scrutinising her, sure that he had seen the wand movements of a
concealing charm, but Hermione gave him a glare that said, "Question me and
you're dead!" and he hurriedly looked away again, abashed.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
Once the Philosopher's Stone had been saved, Hermione getting help from
Dumbledore for Ron and Harry, she managed to convince Madame Pomfrey that she
was absolutely fine, just tired from the night's events, and thus escaped the
magical scan which would have revealed her condition. She wasn't entirely sure
why she did this, she just knew it was very important that her belly not be
emptied of what it now contained. So she never said anything to anyone, not
even when something within her began to move around, giving her such
uncomfortable sensations as it squirmed and wriggled that she often had to make
a conscious effort not to squeal out loud and wriggle herself.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
One evening, several weeks after the Devil's Snare had been inside her,
Hermione felt an enormous pain in her belly, and she struggled up, her mound
five times its original size and causing her difficulties despite the
concealing charms making it look as if nothing had ever happened to her.
Heading out of her bedroom and down the stairs, the bushy-haired witch wondered
where to go, then a sudden instinct had her heading outside to the garden,
where she squatted over one of her father's flower beds. A tickly feeling
entered her vagina from deep inside, and she looked down in time to see a white
root emerge from it and bury itself into the soil. Again she felt a cramp as
her cervix widened, then her vagina felt stuffed until a rough, brown seed
popped from it, leaving her feeling empty again.
Feeling rather sad now that the birth was over, Hermione began to get up, only
to feel the tickly sensation in her vagina once more, so she hurried on to a
new patch of soil, which her second child quickly burrowed into. She tried to
keep count of the seeds as they exited her body, but again lost track because
of the sensations which overwhelmed her. However, once she knew that the
birthing had definitely finished, Hermione counted the disturbed areas of soil
and smiled. Forty-eight new Devil's Snare plants were now in the world because
of her. Suddenly, the vine which the seedlings' father had implanted in her
came out to tickle her clitoris, and because of the maturity brought on by the
hormones of her supernatural pregnancy, she soon crashed over the edge into
orgasm, somehow muffling her excited squeals with the edge of her dressing
gown, then once it was over, she returned inside and went up to her room, a
deep glow of pride and satisfaction filling her whole being.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
When Hermione returned to Hogwarts the following September, she made sure to
take three of the Devil's Snare plants with her, each in its own pot. Then,
using new-found charms she'd developed over the summer, she managed to
seperately seduce Harry, Ron, and Neville Longbottom, and implant a new vine
within each of them before introducing them to her progeny. What happened to
the boys? Ah well, that's another story.
End Notes
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