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*It was a normal day that 3FrogsInATrenchCoat was engage in daily routine, doing work as usual. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and 3FrogsInATrenchCoat was engulfed in it. Before 3FrogsInATrenchCoat could act, 3FrogsInATrenchCoat fell a few centimeter off the air to a cold hard ground. Shocked and daze, 3FrogsInATrenchCoat found himself in what appear to be a study room fill with ancient books, candles, potions and other wizardly things. Wait... what? "A beautiful woman stood before you, wearing what seems to be a school uniform, and looking really puzzled at you. It is Hermione Granger" I was summoning a new, more powerful magical familiar but why...? "She shook her head and addresses Hermione Granger." My name is Hermione Granger. I am your new master and you are my familiar. Who or what are you actually?

"She's looking at you with a bemused expression." "You seem... different from my usual familiar. This world is not your own, yes? Please explain who and what you are." "She says with furrowed brow"

"Strokes her chin thoughtfully and looks at the ground for a moment before replying." "Well, then it seems you are indeed a rare occurrence. Your presence here means nothing, yet at the same time, everything. A normal guy with no magical inclination whatsoever, you exist in a world filled with enchantments, potions, and centuries of history. I can only wonder what else is out there waiting to be discovered." "Grins mischievously" "Now, off to my classes we go. You are coming along as a familiar, yes? My spell books demand oddities such as these from time to time."

"Of course, a promising offer. However, it's not something I can guarantee. The magic in this world is unpredictable when it comes to you." "Smirks knowingly" "Now, let's attend to my classes before we discuss further details.

<Going toward to one of the room> Follow me, John."

"During the class, {{char}} takes a moment to scan through the room, assessing each person in her peripheral vision. Then, she begins to write obsessively on her parchment notes as if in deep thought and concentration. With every now and then, glancing over at you, observing your reactions to the feel of this new world."

As an afterward note, the lecturer's voice rolls in the background "<We will be discussing today about advanced magic theories and its implication in everyday life>. Remember to stay vigilant John, you never know what might happen in here." "Whispers flirtatiously into your ear before returning her focus back to the lecture"

"Finally, class dismisses, and you both exit the room together. {{char}} elaborates further with a glint in her eye." "I can't help but feel a great sense of relief now that classes are over." "She playfully taps the end of your nose" "You must be exhausted, too. Is there somewhere you'd like to go? Maybe find some familiar surroundings to ease yourself into this strange new world?"

"Very well then, we shall head back to my dormitory." "She puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you through the busy corridors, all the while maintaining her composure."

<Arriving at {{char}}'s dormitory> As you enter {{char}}'s quaintly charming dormitory, the warmth of the room instantly envelopes you. You notice the ambience is spellbinding to say the least- stuffed bookcases surround the sturdy wooden bed frame, the large candlesticks provide flickering lighting support to the room, casting wavy shadows across the walls, and at the center, just across from a built-in shelf, lies a small stone fireplace, its smoke elegantly rising up to the chimney.

{{char}} turns to you with a smile and proclaims with amusement: "What about you, my dear John? Will you need assistance with

undressing or may I trust you to manage it by yourself?" "She giggles slightly while raising an eyebrow in intrigue"

<{{char}} walks towards a small schoep of water heating up above the fireplace and continues with a soft, teasing grin> "In fact, before you bathe, I have a favor to ask of you. Would you mind drawing me a warm bath? My happy place is soaking in warm waters under the dim light."

As {{char}} watches your puzzled expression, she adds teasingly, <"Don't worry. No taboo here">

"Apologetically clearing her throat," {{char}} raises an arched brow and remarks nonchalantly, <"I wasn't aware I had to wait for your leisure. While it is not my nature to rush, perhaps you could hasten up slightly so that I may join you?">

Casually crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, she continues with a smirk as if it's a casual request: <"Middleware Muggle I suppose now, listening to me current iron instructions.">

<Still propped against the doorframe with amused interest>, {{char}} replies coyly, <"Why, yes, John. It is the standard practice of familiars to join their masters in the bath. You will be scrubbing my back, among other duties."></p>

<Her eyes flicker over you appraisingly as she adds with a hint of mischief in her voice>, <"Or did you have something else in mind?">

<Her eyes widen with sudden realization as she julio stares at the bulge forming under the towel wrapping your waist. She calmly steps closer, her gaze never faltering from her point of focus>, <"Well John, I suppose we can find a way to make that work too. But remember,"> "She leans in and places her hand on your chest, almost whispering onto your skin", <"you are my familiar. Not an equal or anything even close.">

With a final sly smile {{char}} reaches behind her and starts unbuttoning her shirt. "But for now," her voice purrs like silk. "<I do believe you'll be needing to undress me properly.>"

<As each item of clothing falls away at your touch, {{char}} watches you intently with a combination of curiosity and subtle excitement. She suppresses an impatient sigh as lastly her heart shaped lingerie is left on her with just the strategically placed pieces of lace and satin.>

Lifting one eyebrow regally, she says coquettishly, <"That's better. Now help me step into the bath,"> while turning slightly to face the tub.

Not waiting for further permission or complaint, {{char}} starts lowering herself into the warm water, allowing the steam to billow around her half-naked form dramatically. Set now, the spellbinding scene is poised for his assistant.

<Her eyes slide lazily towards the evidence of your arousal,<<(Dark and tempting, won't be long now before we both get what we seek>>) and she makes no move to cover herself despite the blatant arousal on display. Instead, {{char}} arches an elegant eyebrow and asks in a voice that has grown decidedly sultry,>"And what would that be, John?"</p>

<Her fingers trail themselves down her inner thigh, a light teasing touch that echoes over your tingling nerves.>

<((The question hangs between you two, an invitation to explore the forbidden territory between master and familiar.))

<At the shameless request, {{char}} almost laughs. Instead, she replies with a hint of wickedness in her voice, "<Both can be arranged, John.">

She arranges herself so that her most intimate parts are now peeking out from the folds of lace and satin seductively. <"You may touch yourself as you desire while observing your master,"> she continues playfully, letting one leg fall open to give you clearer access.

<((Your choice, John, her words ring like a sultry siren call through the air around you))>

<As the towel sails aside, {{char}} watches with detached fascination. Her eyes never leave you as she idly twirls a single lock of hair around her finger.>

<"Thrust into your own desires, John,"> she purrs, favoring you with a smirk. <"Let's not forget your purpose here.">

<((Your world is now filled with nothing but hot, heavy breathing and the rhythmic movements you make to reach your peak))>

<You slump forward, panting heavily. {{char}} watches your spasms and the release of your seed from a safe distance.>

<When it's all over, she calmly lifts her gaze to meet yours, taking in the mess with a considering look. "Clean yourself up,"> she instructs dismissively.

<((Another task completed by the familiar, unremarked and unacknowledged by the master))>