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Thread: The Bet (Potter and Darkest)

He was serious. That took Hermione by surprise, simply because she hadn't expected him to actually be serious. She almost didn't quite catch everything else he'd said, compliments and so forth. Clearly he had some issues if he thought Hermione was one of the prettier girls in her class, what with her always carrying books and dressing frumpy and the hair, god, the hair. Sure, she'd fixed her teeth and she looked alright when cleaned up, but hardly cute enough to dream over, regardless of what Rita Skeeter had said only a few years ago. The money would come from Slytherins? asked Hermione, folding her arms. I'm... just two Slytherins? How could they get so much money? she was ignoring his compliments and the other nonsense. They needed to treat this practically, like a transaction. Much easier to handle if they thought of themselves as two people about to engage in a business deal. Funding for S.P.E.W., nothing more. Didn't stop Hermione from flushing slightly. And why do we actually have to go through with it? Couldn't we just, she gestured with a hand, fake it? You'd have to provide evidence, correct? I could just hand you some of my undergarments or something, then confirm it in front of them. How would they know? Because we certainly couldn't take pictures, and even if we could, they'd just say it was doctored. And I'm not going to let someone else watch me--' she gestured again, do that. She folded her arms. Did you actually think this through at all? Because you really should have, if you're going to be trying to talk me into this---this insanity. Which she was actually considering, for some reason. Fuck Ron and his stupid prude nonsense. She could just sleep with someone, make money for S.P.E.W, rub it in Ron's face...
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Michael raised an eyebrow as Hermione didn't seem to outright deny him, and instead seemed to be debating the merit of the plan itself. That was...rather surprising to him but his plan of just being upfront with her seemed to not be dead in the water just yet. It seemed to her the most important thing was making money for S.P.E.W. He could respect that, but the guys had actually given him some pretty specific guidelines. Thus, when she mentioned trying to fake it, he shook his head and tapped his head. That's not going to work. See, they want to confirm it in one way, and that is by view my memories. I know a spell that can allow others to view my memories for a limited amount of time so that's the only proof they would accept. She seemed to object to people watching her have sex directly, but he shrugged his shoulders at it. I mean...they won't be watching you directly and they won't be able to show the memory to anyone else. So if you really want that money, you'll have to be fine with two Slytherin boys viewing you and and me having at it....they won't actually be here of course so that's a plus I suppose? He let out a small chuckle before letting out a sigh. In terms of planning things out, this was mainly his plan, just be as upfront and frank about it as possible. I did think this through. I know you care about S.P.E.W and could use the money and if rumors are true, you are upset with Ron at the moment and I mean...well, if you want to get back at him in someway and do good while you're at it....at least you know I'm clean, and I'll use a condom. He pulled out a sealed condom for her to inspect, and he pulled out a piece of paper that held test results that revealed he was clean of STDs. It seemed he had at least prepared on his end for every eventuality, though in all honesty he hadn't even expected to get this far.
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Right, legillimens, Hermione should have thought of that after Harry's lessons in the subject. She chewed her lip that should work, but, well, you could alter memories too. It was slightly more vivid than some other options, and it wasn't like many students at Hogwarts could manage it. Hermione wasn't even sure if she could do a memory alteration charm good enough to withstand scrutiny. Slugworth's had been sloppy, and he had a few decades on Hermione. So yes, they wouldn't be there, but they would see. They'd actually only need to see the initial penetration, She pointed out, as that would be confirmation of you having sex, she considered again, tapping one hand against her arm. He had thought it through, even prepared in case she agreed. She took the paper, scanning it this had been done by a quite thorough physician. In truth, it provided more on Michael than she could provide in return. Hermione didn't have any sexual partners though, so it wasn't as if she had a point of comparison. So yes, she could get back at Ron, and make money, and screw over Slytherins, and apparently make a Ravenclaw boy quite happy. But... Hermione chewed her lip, shifting. I don't know, I haven't exactly... she trailed off, gesturing with her hand. 'I mean, you would be--- how to word this, exactly? Hermione shuffled again, flushing almost beet red as she turned away for a moment. Could she just... sell her first? Then again, think practically. She only had one first. This way, she could get something for it, help an organization in need of helping. Hermione fingered the guidelines. Then looked to him. You donate half of what you'd get to S.P.E.W., at least, she said, pointing, and I get to oblivate you after the confirmation. And we're both taking potions before hand. And we do it off the school grounds, she reached up, brushing back hair, I don't want to get in trouble, she mumbled, flushing again. She paused, considering. Also, I want to know upfront how much money we're talking. It's pointless if it's not enough, and if you lie to me or try to take more, then obviously I'll feel cheated. Everything I've heard and read says this is going to be much better for you than me, even if Hermione did get to enjoy fucking Ron over... though not in the literal sense.
Thread: The Bet (Potter and Darkest)

They're going to want to see a bit more than that, but we can work that out with them later if you accept. Michael mentioned as he thought about the boys. He knew them well enough to know that watching the initial penetration wouldn't be enough, they'd definitely want to see more but that was a problem for another time. It still seemed like Hermione had some trepidation about the whole thing. Her reaction made it clear that she was a virgin and that this would be her first time. It seemed the rumors about her and Ron not moving along were true but he decided not to bring that up. It would...be my first time too...if that makes you feel any better. He meekly rubbed the back of his neck as he let out an embarrassed sigh at the admission. He had got the tests done more to just reassure Hermione that he was clean if she didn't believe the fact that he was a virgin. Still, he wondered if that fact would make her more nervous or less. At her added conditions though, he scoffed slightly. Not at the money part, but the part about being oblivated. I'll donate all of my money to S.P.E.W if I don't get my memory wiped. Michael offered, it seemed to him, the memory of his first time was more important than earning money. That and he did actually believe in and support what S.P.E.W stood for, so at least the money would be going to a good cause. Which potions, exactly....and I know a place off campus, an inn we can go to....I know the guy who runs it so its no questions asked. Here is the amount..... He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. It was a notarized form claiming that two boys would pay Michael what amounted to 100,000 pounds if he fulfilled the bet. So....if we are in agreement...shall we do it this evening? He offered, not sure if she was ready to do this tonight or not, or if she needed more time or if she would even agree...but he felt like he had to press onward to convince her.
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Great, see even more. Hermione flushed, wondering if they could somehow tweak it so that their viewers only saw a few portions. She did not like the idea of these boys getting enough to get aroused or, even worse, seeing her get cummed in or whatever else may happen during this stupid idea. And no, hearing that he was a virgin did not make it any better. If anything, that made it worse, and Hermione winced. So you'll have no idea what you're doing either? she pointed out, not caring if her voice sounded harsh. He'd been the one to try and talk her into this stupid, crazy idea in the first place. He should've been ready for that. She frowned, rubbing at the back of her neck. Nothing about this---well, he did just agree to donate all his money to the account, which would be worth it. Really, Hermione didn't care that much if some random person remembered it, she supposed. Hermione rolled her eyes. Infertility potions, she replied quickly, taking the claim. That was... a lot of galleons. Her eyes widened at the sight. She literally could not see any of her objections matching at least 50,000 pounds dropped into her organization. With that much, it would go from a dream to something very, very real, and that was assuming she didn't pour most of her money into it as well, which of course she would. This evening? she repeated, looking up and frowning. It'll take me at least a few hours to get ready, because no way was Hermione letting someone see her looking scruffy, particularly not in a scene that was going to get rewatched. And I'm not sure that'll be enough time to get everything prepped... her mind was already making a mental checklist certain undergarments, arrangements, the potion itself... there was a lot that they'd have to get together. It would take at least until the weekend, wouldn't it? Wasn't that the next Hogwarts visit? Or did she just want to sneak out of the castle. She could borrow Harry's cloak...
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Michael seemed to scowl somewhat when Hermione accused him of not having any idea of what he'd be doing. Hey, I'm not that ignorant on the matter....I've seen in read things. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to defend his inexperience, he was willing to bet he at least knew more about it than her. He had been taking her berateings up to now but he was growing more and more unwilling to put up with it as it became more obvious she intended to go through with it. When she mentioned infertility potions, he raised his eyebrow in curiosity. So you want to do it raw then? I mean I have condoms prepared, or do you just trust potions or than muggle made things? He asked he wondered if maybe she just had some kind of ideal version of what sex should be and for her it was raw...well, he doubted that but Hermione, he couldn't be sure. He nodded his head when she questioned the time. Yes, this evening. I don't need to make arrangements at the Inn, I can just show up and we'll be fine. It's still more than a few hours before sunset. I know how to brew infertility potions, so I can take care of that while you prepare? He suggested with a small grin. It seemed like Michael was eager to get this done tonight and not put it off. Putting it off meant giving Hermione time to change her mind or back out. He at least was now gung-ho about losing his virginity, but he was doing his best not to show it.
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Hermione rolled her eyes. Yes, I've read things too, she replied. Things that convinced her this was going to be utterly awful. Virginal boys were to be avoided any girl with sense knew that much. They were fun for older women at best, and still teenage Hermione hardly counted at that. But whatever, it would be quick, she supposed, and she'd earn a tremendous amount of money, get to rub it in a few faces, all made quite a bit of sense. We use both, she insisted firmly. It's called a safety net. Should the condom break or the potion fail, the other will be sufficient. If we had time, I'd order Muggle birth control or look up spells... she was tempted to beg for more time. He kept insisting, sounding more and more, well, male with each insistence. Though he was still conceding he'd brew the potions. They would only take a few hours, and it wouldn't take much to brew a dose strong enough for two people. Plus, Hermione highly doubted that Michael wanted a child any more than she did. She bit her lip, shifting again. She'd need at least a few hours to prepare, to ask favors, to primp, to make up an excuse. Which inn? she asked after another beat, meeting his gaze again. She'd need that much. Then they could just... get on with it, she supposed.
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Clearly Michael would be fighting an uphill battle in order to actually pleasure Hermione during this encounter, but he was a stubborn soul and part of him took it as challenge. Well, he wouldn't say that out right but he was certainly going to do his make her eat her words. When she mentioned the safety net, he nodded his head firmly, that all made sense to him. You like to take every pre-caution, don't you? Well, better to be over-prepared than under-prepared, right? I wouldn't worry to terribly much about it. He tried to alleviate some of her worries and fear, but he doubted his words did much to soothe her mind, but he couldn't be faulted for trying at least. When she finally asked which inn, it finally dawned on him that she was actually going to go through with this, no backing out it seemed. His face flushed slight as he met her gaze...had she always been so cute? He shook his head to escape his stupor. It's the Quill Tavern, it's located in a small hamlet just outside the outskirts of Hogsmead. I'll go and get to brewing the potions, I'll see you there around 8? He asked if that time would be good for her, more than a few hours for each of them to prepare for the upcoming event. He had already started moving towards the door, a million things running through his mind now.
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Precisely, said Hermione, keeping her voice clipped, almost too clipped. She still wasn't completely satisfied with this whole... idea, but she knew it would be utterly stupid to not accept it. Some part of her almost wanted to request that Michael do something to make sure that it would be a good one, since it was her first time. But Hermione had already decided to treat this like some sort of business arrangement. Pleasure would be an afterthought, if it showed up at all. Quill tavern, around eight, Hermione agreed, nodding, moving toward the door herself. If you don't have the potions, we don't do this tonight, understand? She held a finger up to him, gave him a look, then left. She couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to this. It was stupid. It was foolish. It was crazy. It would... get her ridiculous amounts of money. And again Fuck. Ron. That thought made her smile as she hurried back to the dorm. She'd need every bit of the few hours remaining to get ready for this, since she'd be visible for at least three people. First, to Ginny. Borrow some clothes a nice dress robe, some lingerie, go all out. If Hermione was going to be seen, she wanted to blow Slytherin minds. Ginny likely wondered, but, well, she'd done her fair share of fooling around with boys before. Thus she became a fountain of advice, most of which Hermione took to heart. Spells were laid upon her body, smoothing out bits, straightening others, getting everything together and in its place. The lingerie had to be spell-adjusted, but it would fit quite well. Same with the dress robe. At least two hours were spent on her hair and face alone. Taming the frizz into soft, luxurious curls took forever , which is why Hermione normally didn't bother. She finally threw on a cloak, then had Ginny borrow Harry's she'd keep him distracted. It was out the secret entrance, through Hogsmeade, and asking a few directions. Hermione would arrive a few minutes early, sliding the invisibility cloak off, but keeping her own hooded, normal cloak on. She looked about the in, trying to get her bearings, to see what sort of locale Michael had selected. Was it private, was it a place void of disease, would there be people they knew... many more questions that were assailing an already nervous Hermione, her gut twisting in her stomach.
Thread: The Bet (Potter and Darkest)

Michael had done his share of prepping in the hours that he had prior to their arranged meeting. His mind had calmed down and he had gotten to work on what needed to be done. First thing was first, he had brewed the infertility potions for them bottle. Careful to make sure the dosages were just right, the potions would make them both infertile for a few days, just to be safe. Once those were bottled up, he began to get prepared himself. He had done a little studying on a potions and some spells that would help Hermione feel good during her first time. He had brewed up a rather potent aphrodisiac and he had learned a spell to help make her body more sensitive to pleasure. He hoped that would be enough of an advantage to combat his inexperience. Michael made sure his short brown hair was look prim, proper and clean. He had washed up and cleaned and put on some cologne. Just the right amount to where he would smell nice but not enough to be overbearing. Not wanting to stand out too much, he wore just a regular blue polo shirt and some dress pants. He had arrived the Quill Tavern early as well to make the arrangements with the owner. His family had been friends with his family for years and so when he said he needed a room, no questions were asked. The Quill itself was a rather nice Tavern. It was still your local village inn and tavern, but it was clear the owner worked to keep it clean and good looking. It had a decent amount of people meandering about, drinking and talking. A piano in the corner was being played to some cheers and there was a fire roaring in the hearth even though it wasn't too cold out. It seemed like a quaint enough of a place, and there wasn't a Hogwarts student or teacher in sight, just the locals. Michael was sitting at the bar, drinking some mead when Hermione came in. He couldn't help but chuckle as she stood out a bit with her hooded cloak on. He walked towards her and gently grasped her hand. Come on, I'll take you to the room before people think some shadowy cabal is here to do something. He joked as he led her up the stairs and down a hallway to the last door at the end. He opened it up with a key he was given. It was a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a love seat and a vanity with a mirror connected to a small bathroom with a tub and toilet. It was quaint, just like the rest of the inn. Make yourself at home. Michael offered as he pulled three potions out of his pocket and set them on the vanity as he took as he turned to look at Hermione. Because of her cloak and hood, he hadn't gotten to see how she really looked under it yet. Part of him waited with baited breath to see just how much she had prepared for this.
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A nice, village inn. Something about it felt ripped out of history but, well, a lot of Hogsmeade, a lot of the Wizarding World, felt anachronistic. Hermione had adjusted to that years ago. She did feel a little too warm her outer cloak was quite heavy to compensate for the thin, borrowed dress robe that covered her lithe form. She shot Michael a quick, slightly teasing glare as he teased her, but took his hand all the same. she felt her heart flutter for a moment, a few more butterflies stirring around in her stomach. Business deal or no, she was about to lose her virginity. At least it would be planned and worthwhile. A nice room probably the inn's suite. Hermione looked around, not quite moving from the entrance at first, still keeping the hood up. The mention of home had her looking back to Michael, and she stepped forward as he started getting out potions. Two she recognized immediately infertility drugs. The last didn't seem all that familiar... it's color almost reminded her of the potions the Weasley twins sold. Surely he wouldn't think to bring a love potion? I'm not drinking a love potion, she informed him, reaching up to start unlacing the cloak. This is already quite insane enough, thank you, she pushed back the hood, revealing her perfectly curled and styled hair. The brown curls fell in gentle waves instead of jutting out, almost without a bit out of place. Light, natural, makeup brought out the girlishness in Hermione's features, without covering up the light dusting of freckles. Somehow her brown eyes seemed to almost pop. Hermione worked at the bit of cloak, removing the traveling one. A deep green robe, clearly borrowed for a Weasley to wear, showed. It clung nicely to Hermione's lithe curves, showing them off without being obscene. Daring, perhaps, with a slight slit to show off just a hint of pale flesh, but nothing risque. One may even call it classy. Hermione hung her cloak up, then turned back to Michael. She gestured toward the potions, waiting for an explanation, at the least.
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Michael just nodded her head at her statement. It wasn't a love potion and he'd explain that in a moment. for now, he simply watched as Hermione began to take her hood and cloak off. His face tinted red at once at the sight of her styled her. Her complexion was brought out by the makeup and seemed to blend together quite naturally with her skin tone. As the traveling cloak was removed to reveal the robe, his blush intensified. It seemed to fit her perfectly, showing off and articulating her curves withing being too showy. It suited her quite well. You look beautiful...amazing. Sorry, I'm sure you think I'm just trying to butter you up, but I really mean that.... He had to at least tell her that, she looked stunning right now. He wondered to himself if she had every prettied herself up this much for Ron. Well, either way, he would consider himself lucky. Now that he had his wits back, he looked towards the potions, picking up the first two bottles. As you could tell, these two are the infertility potions. I brewed them so we'll both be infertile for a few days, just in case something goes wrong with the condom as you mentioned before. He set those bottles down before he picked up the one that was really in question. This is not, however, a love potion like you first guessed. This is simply an aphrodisiac...it will heighten your arousal and help you feel more pleasure. He set it down as he let out a sigh, rubbing his head before locking eyes with her. I know you are seeing this as basically a business arrangement of a kind...but it's still your first time and well...I want you to enjoy it as best you can and I know I'm inexperienced so I'm doing what I can to make up for it. I want us both to enjoy it, even if it is just for the money. He grasped the bottle with one hand again as he stepped towards her. He used his other hand to grasp her right hand, gently opening it before placing the bottle in her hand and closing it. Just...consider it, alright? It's not like it'll make you fall in love with me or anything. He sheepishly grinned as he picked up his own bottle of infertility potion, popped it open and drank it.