Students had been disappearing for months and nobody knew why. New ones, old ones, every house... it was an enigma. There was a curfew that kept Hogwarts quiet after sundown and nobody dared to break it out of fear they would be next.
Hermione Granger was not good at following rules she didn’t care about. Sure, brewing polyjuice potion was breaking one, but they had a good reason. Assaulting Malfoy was a felony where she was from, but he was a prat. Sneaking out of Hogwarts after curfew and using a secret passage to not set off alarming spells? Who cares. That’s why she and three others were on their way to the Forbidden Forrest seeking adventure.
Well.
Hermione was seeking adventure; the others were following.
It was a path she knew well as she led them past enchanted rocks meant to trip up trespassers and branches that caused a short Confundus charm on anyone they hit. There were many reversals required for Ron.
As they approached a clearing, she cleared her throat and whistled a tune.
Ron kept adjusting his stance, trying to speak with an authoritative voice, “Stand in front of us, first years.”
Harold Dingle mumbled something about not being a first year and took his place in front of Hermione while Euan Abercrombie took his place in front of Ron.
They were perfect to be the next ones in the forest. Hermione had caught Harold selling fake powdered dragon claws and Euan made it very clear he thought Harry was unstable. Two people who did bad things that needed to learn better. Of course, a lesson in the forest was normal. Plenty of students went there in different years at different times to be taught better.
There was silence filling the blackness as they waited and Euan whimpered, “What are we supposed to be learning?”
Hermione hushed him as legs started making their way from the shadows to reveal a spider the size of a small elephant.
“Aragog,” Hermione spoke clearly, “I’ve brought you offerings.”
There was clicking coming from the acromantula before his voice slithered around the group. "Three?”
Ron balked at Hermione’s betrayal, and the other boys were frozen in fear.
“No, only two.”
He clicked some more before crawling closer. “No, there are five of you. I accept one offering from each or we do not collaborate any longer.”
Hermione gaped and turned around quickly, searching for something before Malfoy came out from behind a tree glowering.
“It seems we do have a third for you, tonight.”
“Oh, shove it, Granger. Nothing is stopping me from-”
“Silence.” Aragog stood closely behind her. Malfoy would admit he might be out of his depths. “I will choose the offerings I like.”
Euan screamed, finally, and started sobbing, attempting to flee.
“Children,” boomed the acromantuala, “Feast.”
Suddenly tens of spiders were covering the first year and then there was no more screaming. Harold kept silent but whimpered as he shed tears. The spiders turned to him and enjoyed their second meal of the night.
Ron was shaking and ghostly white as he stared at Aragog, mouth closed and eyes not knowing which of his to focus on. “I got what I came here for. I-I'm gonna head out, ‘Mione.” Without turning his back, he moved slowly away from the clearing.
An unmistakable leg shot out, crushing him to the ground before he could reach safety and Ron screamed in agony.
“No!” Hermione darted to him, tugging at the leg and taking in the damage. “What hurts, tell me what hurts.”
“Not accepting a gift is highly insulting. I suggest you accept or find someone who will.”
She cried looking from Malfoy to Ron. “He’ll do it, Malfoy will do it, let me fix him and let him go!”
The spider backed away in agreement and she started casting, Brackium Emendo for broken bones, Tergeo to rid him of blood and dirt, Anapneo the clear his throat – there should not be blood coming from there. She could barely see by the time she was done.
Ron was heaving for air and as the pain subsided, he stood, scrambling away from the scene without so much as a thank you.
Hermione was left on the dirt with tears pooling where Ron had been and a spider and blood purist looking at her. She hauled herself to her feet and looked at Malfoy. “You did this. He would have been fine if you hadn’t come, so you have to take his place.”
He snorted, swaggering down into the clearing and into her face. “Make me.”
In retaliation she cast Firestorm, shocking both beings as they were surrounded by a circle of fire. She turned to Aragog and began to strip. “Shall we begin?”
The spider bowed low before crawling towards them and using a claw to scrape against here face. “Your power is a gift, Hermione. I would fear you if I did not understand your mortality.”
She leaned into his claw, holding it against her cheek with one hand before turning back to deal with Malfoy. “Strip.”
“I’m at a loss for words besides “fuck” and “you”,” he sneered.
“You are standing in a circle of fire that I cast wandlessly with me and an acromantula. I will not repeat it. Strip.”
Malfoy complied with a grumble.
“I hope you’re a grower,” she threw over her shoulder as she faced Aragog again and moved closer to him. His claw came back up to her and started nicking her skin, leaving small rivulets of blood running down her breasts.
Malfoy stared at what was happening incredulously. “This is a sex thing. You’re having sex with the acromantula and feeding it.”
A claw made its way to him slowly and he watched it, unable to move. As it dragged up his leg and to his throat, the adrenaline surging through him was impossible to school. He was going to fuck a spider or he was going to die and a mudblood would know he had done- The thought stopped short when his back met the ground, the claw around his neck digging into his throat and pinning him. He writhed against it, cutting at his own throat and causing blood to start decorating his neck.
Hermione ignored whatever they had going on in favor of letting Aragog pamper her. Light choking with her neck in two claws as a third made its way between her legs. They had tried penetration before, she had the scar on her vagina to prove it, and while it hadn't worked, the threat of it made she shiver every time a claw caught on her opening.
A hairy leg lifted her to her tip toes and she groaned, the perfect amount of pressure on her clit and the hairiness of his legs causing a friction she could never get anywhere else. Hermione rutted against him, bracing herself with her hands as she sought her own release.
Malfoy watched, flooded with horror as her tits bounced and he found himself getting hard as a second claw crawled up his leg and started to move against his dick. He had dissociated before and there was nothing more he wanted than to do so now, but if this was the position, he was in he might as well try to find the fastest way out.
His eyes focused on Granger exclusively, listening to her moans and trying to imagine it was her on his cock, stroking up and down, her other hand around his neck while she called him filthy things like called her.
Slowly he got into it, the fantasy ruined by Aragog making that blasted clicking noise. Malfoy refocused, thrusting his hips against the claw and imagining that swot on top of him. He heard he cum and it spurred him further, gasps and soft moans leaving his mouth as he imagined his cock inside of her. Filling her with his cum and using he as a receptacle for it for years. His filthy mudblood to breed as much as he wanted.
He came with a strangled cry, cum getting on Aragogs leg and his half-lidded eyes focused on Granger.
They panted, Hermione stroking the leg used to please her and whispering thank yous until they heard Aguamenti cast and before the water was able to put out the circle of fire they occupied, she panickily cast Transmogrifian, Aragog taking the form of a human.
Harry stood there, eyes flitting between two people he knew and one person with too many eyes and arms, all naked. He cleared his throat, “Ron- Ah. Ron told me you were in danger.” His wand was firmly in his hand.
“Harry-” Hermione took a step to him before stopping herself. “Harry you shouldn’t be here.”
“What if I want to be?”
She was stunned, looking from him to Malfoy to Aragog. When her eyes met his again, he pulled an invisibility cloak off of a second year she had seen in the Great Hall.