/lit/ - Literature

As Harry was lounging around Hogwarts smoking wizards grass he noticed Hermione Granger strolling naked through the corridors of the dorm rooms, seeming as if she was parading in triumph and all seemed to be following her, much impressed.

Harry became erect from the position he had been laying in and walked over to Hermione,
"what're you doing, Emma-" and he corrected himself, "I mean Hermione Granger," and he laughed nervously at the director.

"I've perfected my new spell!" cried Hermione, gleefully, "and look," she said, "it works perfectly!" and she raised her arms and shook her boobs to the gawking on-lookers.

Harry looked at her body.

"What's the spell?" he said after a while.

"Can't you tell?" Hermione exclaimed, givign him the kind of cross-eyed glare that one would give a complete moron, "it's my new rabbit costume spell!" she said, shaking her hips and bottom all around, "my body has been covered by the magical illusion that I'm a rabbit!" and she wiggled her sacrum.

Harry smiled and nodded, "yes," he said, giving a disapproving look to the several hundred adolescent boys who had been following Hermione all through the school, "but perhaps you made a mistake somewhere along the line because-"

"OH THAT'S TYPICAL" Hermione shrieked, "JUST BECAUSE I'M A GIRL YOU THINK I'M CRAP AT MAGIC," and she raved for they had one been an item and she spoke nowadays to Harry with the familiar contempt of an ex-wife, but Harry, being now in his late adolescence had come to develop a kind of dull tuning-out of a Womans high-pitched shrieking and so he simply stared at her naked breasts until she had grown silent.

Suddenly Ronald Weasel emerged from his bedroom clad in brightly colored pyjamas about several age brackets too young for him to really wear.

He looked in shock at Harry and demanded to know what Harry was doing wearing Rons special beast-class glasses, that he usually wore for his sessions in Hagrids cabin.

"Oh I forgot I had them on," mumbled Harry, I must've borrowed them because Draco Malfoy had smashed mine when he used his maic spell to turn into a muscular man and beat me up," and he seemed perplexed as if reading from a oor script, shot the director a look and mumbled, "or something."

And then he took the glasses off and suddenly Hermione turned into a giant rabbit.


Ron snatched the glasses from Harrys hand and scampered away, "don't tell anybody about this," he shouted, waving his fist as he made a bolt for his broomstick and hoped straight out the window.

"WAIT" shouted Harry, "I... borrowed your broom and replaced it with the elf slaves cleaning broom," and his voice petered away into nearly nothing, "it doesn't fly."

But Ronald was already dead, having fallen from a great height and his legs shattering upon impact.

But the worst thing of all was that the ginger faggot had taken his pervert spectacles and gone and smashed them in the fall.

"Curses!" said Harry, staring again at Hermione as she wiggled her bunny tail.