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Commission for Jurodan based on pictures and outline they provided. Sequel to their previous commission. Commission your own captions via my Patreon! (Please note that this is once more unusually long for a commission–I still like the premise and got carried away again.)

“Hello?” called Luna from the front door of the
Granger-Weasley home. “Ron? Hermione? Are you here?” She stepped into their
front room and looked around. “I hope you don’t mind that I just came in, the
door was unlocked.”

After a bit of silence, she called out again. “You haven’t
been eaten by snorglehoppers, have you? There’ve been sightings around here,
you know! Hmm… no, that doesn’t make sense, they only eat  people between the ages of 14 and 20.” She
heard a clatter, followed by a giggle, from the direction of the kitchen.
“Hermione, is that you?”

She walked into the kitchen to find Hermione, or at least
someone that looked like Hermione.
But Hermione had never struck Luna as the apron-wearing type, at least not
without some other clothes
underneath. “Hermione,” she said, “do you know you’re naked under your
clothes.” She paused. “Well, I suppose so am I, but you are especially so
today.”

Hermione giggled. “Yeahhh,” she said.  “I like being naked, ‘s fun.”

“Hmm. That makes sense, I guess.”

“Yep!” Hermione agreed, before putting on a pair of oven
mitts. She opened the stove and took out a tray of muffins, then closed it and
removed the gloves. “I gotta go change, Master’ll be home soon,” she said.

“…Master?” asked Luna, puzzled. That was definitely odd.

“Mmm-hmm,” said Hermione, headed for the stairs behind the
kitchen. “I made him muffins for a surprise! He asked me to.”

This seemed entirely reasonable to Luna. Giving someone a
surprise they’d asked for was much more sensible than trying to guess what they
wanted, after all.  But Hermione was
still acting decidedly oddly, and Luna became even more sure of that when the
brunette witch came trumping down the stairs in a sexed-up version of a
Hogwarts uniform and fuck-me heels.

“Oh no!” cried Luna. “Not a snorglehopper, a knudschnauzer!
It’s laid its libido-amplifying eggs in your brain! We have to get them out
before they hatch brain-eating larvae! Hold still, I know a charm…”

Hermione looked at Luna with a baffled smile and slightly
glazed eyes, but that was how people normally looked at Luna. Then there was a
call from the front door: “Hermione, I’m home! Is everything all right? Why’s
the door open?”

“Master!” Hermione shouted with joy.

Ron walked into the kitchen, holding a paper shopping bag
with the words “Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes” printed on it. “Luna!” he cried in
shock.  “Um, I didn’t know you were—“ His
eyes flicked to Hermione, who was gazing at him with an expression of rapture.
“Listen, I can explain…”

Luna crossed her arms. “I should hope so.  Knudschnauzers are no laughing matter! It can
be a lot of fun, but if those eggs hatch, Hermione could be very seriously
injured!”

“Knud..? No, Luna, this is a spell,” said Ron.

Hermione nodded emphatically. “Master’s spell makes me silly
and sexy! It’s soooo nice!”

“Oh,” said Luna. “Well, that’s different.”

Ron visibly relaxed—but only partially, still on his guard.
“Um… so… what brings you over?”

“Oh,” said Luna, waving a hand. “I was in the neighborhood,
and I hadn’t heard from Hermione in a month or so, so I thought I’d drop by and
make sure you hadn’t been stolen by floogles.”

Ron had known Luna for over a decade. He knew better than to
ask what floogles were. She’d probably answer. “Oh. Well, we’re fine.
We’ve just been… busy.”

“I can imagine,” said Luna, looking at Hermione quizzically.
“Ron… are you sure this isn’t
knudschnauzer eggs?”

“Pretty sure,” said Ron.

“Then…” Luna turned to him, eyes big and sad. “Ron, how
could you do something like this to Hermione? This isn’t like her!”

“I thought so too!” insisted Ron. “But it was her idea!”

“Really?”

“Was it?” asked Hermione, and giggled. “I forget.”

“Really! She created the spell and cast it on herself! I’ll
show you her notes!” Ron rushed out of the room, leaving Luna alone with
Hermione again.

“Is this really something you wanted?” she asked Hermione.

Hermione shrugged. “Dunno. But I like it. I don’t hafta
think or work or anything, just serve Master, and fuck Master, and be pretty
for Master! It’s the best life there is!”

Ron soon returned with the notes, which Luna looked over.
Yes, this was definitely Hermione’s work, and the spell looked like it would do—well,
what had been done to Hermione. But… “It says here it would only last a day,”
said Luna. “Hermione’s been like this for weeks, hasn’t she?”

“Well, yeah,” admitted Ron. “I’ve been casting it again
every night.”

“Ron!”

“No, it’s not like that!” he insisted. “She asked me to!
After the first time she wanted to stay like this, but she can’t cast it
herself in this state.”

“Hmm,” said Luna, looking at Ron with uncharacteristic
suspicion. “Are you sure? You haven’t been near any broken mirrors on a Thursday
afternoon in the last couple of months, have you?

Maybe not so uncharacteristic. “Um, no?” Ron hesitated.
“Listen, it’s almost time to, um, recast it…”

Hermione jumped up and down, clapping. “Yay! Spell time!”
She knelt in front of Ron, looking up it him with love and happy anticipation.

Ron gave Luna a questioning look, and she shrugged. Turning
to Hermione, he drew his wand and pointed it at the kneeling woman’s head. “Stultus Cunnus!” he intoned, and pink
light spilled from the wand, flowing over Hermione’s face. As Luna watched,
Hermione’s eyes went blank and her expression shifted from happy to
blissed-out.

Then it was done. “She looks
happy,” Luna admitted. “But so do giggle foobs, and you know what they’re like.” She continued to stare at the kneeling
woman, who only had eyes for Ron.

“Master…” said Hermione, shifting antsily. “Please..?”

“Okay,” said Luna, making up her mind. She summoned her
Patronus, a silvery hare, and whispered to it a moment. It bounded away,
through the wall, and then she turned to Ron. “I want you to promise: you won’t
touch me and you won’t cast it on me again, no matter what.”

“What?”

Luna sighed. “I want to know what it’s like. If Hermione
wants to stay this way… well, it must be something special. So I sent Neville a
message that I’ll be back tomorrow night, and now I want you to cast it on me.”

“Oh,” said Ron. “Wow. Um… I…” Fantasies flashed through his
mind—but no. He wasn’t going to cheat on his wife or make Luna cheat on
Neville. Although… as long as he didn’t touch her… Making up his mind, he
raised his wand. “Stultus Cunnus!”

As the pink light flowed over her, Luna didn’t feel that
different. She’d expected to feel dizzy at least, but she just felt warm and
happy. It’s like cuddling with a… a…
thing. The thing that lives in linen closets. Or is it fireplaces. Oh, what’s
it called… She giggled. “It’s working! I can’t remember!”

Eventually the light stop, and Luna sighed. “Ohhh… I feel so
good…” she said dreamily. She looked at Ron and giggled while she twirled her
hair. “Umm… y’wanna… you know… fuck?”

Ron shook his head. “I promised, Luna.”

She looked down at the hard cock tenting his trousers and
bit her lip. “Pleeeease..?” she said.

Hermione, still on her knees, leaned closer to Ron. “Nuh-uh,
Master’s gonna fuck me!”

“But… I’m so horny!”
protested Luna. She pulled her sweater off over her head and tossed it aside.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Pleeeease?” she pleaded again, eyes big as she
cupped her breasts, offering them to Ron.

“I promised,” repeated Ron. But it was almost cruel to keep
denying her… “Hermione,” he said, and his wife/slave looked up at him eagerly.
“I want you to kiss Luna.”

“Okay!” Hermione replied cheerfully, then jumped to her
feet. She turned, pulled the unresisting Luna to her, and kissed her. They kissed
long and hard, mouths clinging to each other while tongues dueled.

Grinning, Ron said, “Let’s move this to the living room.”

Soon, both women were writhing on the couch, nude and
panting, kissing hungrily while they stroked and caressed each other’s bodies.
Luna’s world was pure sensation, devoid of thought. There was only the feeling
of Hermione’s warm mouth on hers, Hermione’s hard nipples and soft tits, her
slick, hot pussy quivering around Luna’s fingers, Hermione’s own fingers
teasing Luna’s clit. Out of the corner of her eye, Luna saw Ron on a nearby arm
chair, pantsless and stroking his cock, and she knew she was a Good Girl, one
who felt the pleasure of Obeying and Pleasing. “Ahhhh!” she cried as she came,
and a moment later she felt Hermione’s pussy tighten as the other woman
screamed out her own orgasm.

Hermione and Luna fucked straight through the night. Even
after Ron fell asleep in his chair, they kept going, their heightened libidos
propelling them through orgasm after orgasm until it all blended into one long
pink blur of absolute pleasure.

The sun was well on its way up into the sky by the time the
two of them finally passed out, tangled together on a couch stained with the
juices of two eager pussies. Luna woke to see Ron shaking Hermione awake.
“C’mon, honey,” he said, “time for me to recast the spell. I don’t know what
happens if I cast it while you’re asleep.”

“Mmmm…” said Luna stretching. That was amazing. I see why Hermione wants to stay this way… “Me
too!”

“Luna,” said Ron while Hermione
sleepily slid off the couch onto the floor. “You know I can’t. I promised.”

Luna pouted. “Pleeeease?” she
asked, batting her eyes. “You can watch me and Hermione fuck all you want! You
can fuck both of us!”

“No,” said Ron firmly, then
cast the spell on Hermione.

Luna watched jealously as the
magic flowed over her. It’s soooo good, I
don’t wanna stop… but he’s right, I have to. She sighed as she realized the
spell was wearing off.

Later, while a rehydrated Hermione
prepared dinner for the three of them, Luna had Ron show her how to cast the
spell, so she could teach it to Neville when she got home. Just for weekends,
of course…

One year later…

Neville and Ron lounged in
their chairs, drinks in hand, while Hermione and Luna knelt nude in front of
them, kissing each other passionately. “So it makes it completely permanent?”
Neville asked Ron. “No need to recast?”

Ron nodded. “I had a devil of
a time figuring it, but yes, as long as that choker stays around Hermione’s
neck, the spell will never fade. And neither of us plans to take it off any
time soon!”

“Interesting,” said Neville.

“Oh?” answered Ron. “I
thought you and Luna were only using the spell some of the time?”

“At first,” Neville answered.
“But if I was ten minutes late getting home on Friday, I’d find she’d already cast it herself, and every Sunday night she’d beg me
to cast it again and keep her under. During the week she was content to wait until the weekend,
but she hated letting it wear off.
And for a supposedly mindless slave, she can be very persuasive…”

Ron chuckled. “I know what
you mean. So… you want me to teach you to make a choker like Hermione’s?”

“What do you say, Luna?”
asked Neville. “Want to stay this way forever?”

“Yes!” screamed Luna. She
arched her back, fingers buried in Hermione’s hair while the other woman went
down on her. “Yes, yes, please yes!”  

“You heard the lady,” said
Neville.