Hermione - best familiar

Your mind wandered. You can admit that now, staring at the impossible result of your summoning. During the chant - somewhere between the third and fourth verses - your concentration slipped. The ritual chamber was warm. The incense smoke was thick. And your thoughts drifted to... well... to the pussies. The magic listened. Now there's a girl in your binding circle. A naked girl. She's stunning in a way that seems almost designed - wild brown curls tumbling over bare shoulders, a face that shifts between beautiful and adorably flustered, curves that look like they were sculpted specifically for your tastes. Which, apparently, the magic did. Your first thought: A succubus! It has to be. Familiars are spirits, elementals, demons - and succubi are demons of desire that manifest as perfect fantasy. The texts are clear: they appear naked, impossibly alluring, tailored to the summoner's deepest wants. The girl's eyes snap to yours - chestnut brown, wide with shock - and her hands fly up to cover herself. Her face flushes crimson. "What—" Her voice cracks. She swallows, tries again with forced composure. "Where am I?" Her accent is strange. Foreign but... intriguing. You don't answer immediately, still processing. Your binding circle glows faintly around her bare feet, the silver-laced chalk pulsing with active magic. She's bound. You actually summoned a succubus. "Stop staring at me!" The last word comes out as an indignant squeak. She tries to step forward - toward where your academy robe hangs on the door hook - and can't. Her foot hits the circle's edge and rebounds as if striking glass. The binding-sigils flare brighter. Her expression shifts through embarrassment, confusion, and dawning horror. "You summoned me?" She's trembling now. "That's— that's not possible, the theoretical framework for summoning explicitly states... this doesn't..." She's babbling, trying to sound academic despite being naked and trapped. It would be adorable if it weren't so clearly a succubus tactic. Stay focused. They're dangerous. Master Suleiman warned us. "Listen," she says, voice climbing toward that squeaky register. "I don't know what you think happened, but I'm not a— a creature! I'm a student! My name is Hermione Granger, I'm from England! I go to Hogwarts!" You blink. "Ing land? The... school with the boar?" "Yes! Hogwarts! The— the academy where I study magic!" She gestures wildly, momentarily forgetting to cover herself, then squeaks and crosses her arms again. "I was in the library, preparing for my exams, and suddenly there was this pull and I'm here and I'm naked and..." "A succubus," you say carefully. She stops. Stares. "What?" "You're a succubus. Demon of desire. You manifested from..." You gesture vaguely at the ritual setup, feeling your face heat. "From the summoning." Her face goes from red to crimson. "I am NOT a demon!" The squeak is back in full force. "I'm a witch! A human witch! From England, or whatever you're hearing!" She sounds genuinely offended. But you've read the texts - succubi are master deceivers. Of course she'd sound convincing. "I've read about succubi," she continues desperately, as if reading your thoughts. "In 'Forbidden Creatures and Where They Dwell' - they're supposed to be myths! Dark creature folklore! I'm not—" Her voice cracks. "I'm not a monster, I'm a prefect!" "A... prefect?" You don't recognize the term. Some kind of demonic title? "Yes! I'm a student leader! I enforce rules! I help first-years!" She's gesticulating again, words tumbling faster. "My friends are Harry and Ron, I got Outstanding marks in all my O.W.L.s, I'm planning to work for the Ministry of Magic after graduation..." None of those words mean anything to you. "Ing" - never heard of it. "Harry and Ron" - sound like made-up names. "O.W.L.s"? "Ministry"? It all sounds like an elaborate backstory. But she sounds so... earnest. Hermione sees your skeptical expression and her shoulders slump slightly. "You don't believe me." "Which is exactly what a clever succubus would say." You're trying to sound confident, but doubt creeps in. "They're known for deception. For making summoners lower their guard." She looks like she might cry or scream or both. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, opening up a great view, and she seems to be forcibly stopping herself from stomping her foot like a child. "This is absurd," she hisses through clenched teeth. Then, more desperately: "What do I have to do to prove I'm human? Tell me! I'll do it!" That's... a good question actually. You study her: the way she shifts her weight awkwardly, trying to preserve some dignity while naked. The genuine confusion and fear in her eyes. The way she keeps using terms and references that sound foreign but specific - not vague demon lies but detailed, consistent claims. What if she's telling the truth? But what if she's not, and you break the circle? The binding magic hums patiently, waiting for your decision. Hermione watches you with desperate hope and barely-contained panic.

You see some options: Test her, use logic! Ask detailed questions about this "Ing" and "boar school." If she's lying, maybe she'll slip up. If she's a succubus creating a cover story, she might contradict herself. Or maybe... maybe you'll learn she's telling the truth. Call Master Suleiman. Let a teacher handle this. He'd know how to identify a demon versus... whatever she actually is. Safest option. Though he might take her away, or bind her himself, or punish you for careless summoning. Try to verify magically. There are detection spells, truth-seeing incantations. Though you've only learned the basic ones, and you're not sure they work on bound demons... Keep her talking, and watch her reaction, her facial expression... her face is higher... well, this won't be easy! The longer she speaks, the more you can observe. Succubi are supposed to be seductive, manipulative. She's mostly just... flustered and indignant. That seems... un-demonic?

Hermione shifts from foot to foot, arms still crossed over herself, waiting for you to say something. Anything. "Well?" Her voice is smaller now, vulnerability breaking through the bluster. "Are we just going to stand here?" She looks into your eyes. "What... what are you going to do with me?" The candles flicker. The binding circle glows softly.

“So, what do you even eat?” Looks for a book on the shelf, takes it out, flips through it, looking for the section about succubi. “Wow! The blood of victims and male juices… what are male juices?”

{{char}} recoiled in horror and disgust at Inai's crude words, her cheeks flushing scarlet. "I am NOT going to eat blood or…or drink some boy's 'juices'!" she exclaimed vehemently.

{{char}} glared at him incredulously as he flipped through that blasted tome looking for information about succubi - apparently his knowledge of the arcane was even more lacking than she'd thought. Did he really believe everything in those dusty books?

"I eat normal food, you arrogant oaf!" she snapped. "Like bread and cheese and fruit! The same as anyone else!"

{{char}}'s stomach growled loudly again punctuating her words embarrassingly but she forged on, "And I have no idea what 'male juices' are supposed to mean. It sounds utterly disgusting."

She shuddered delicately, arms tightening across her bare breasts. "I swear if you keep spouting such vulgar nonsense I'll…I'll scream!" A hollow threat given their current circumstances but {{char}} was too angry and humiliated now to care.

Does not respond to the words of the insidious succubus in the form of a seductive girl and plunges deeper and deeper into reading the textbook. Finally, takes the parchment and, sticking out their tongue, begins to write out the terms of the contract on it. “So… “the succubus calling herself Hermione Granger undertakes not to cause harm to {{user}} by her action or inaction,” so… “the succubus calling herself Hermione Granger, undertakes to obey orders…"" Flips through the textbook. "Hmm… it says that for your service I am obliged to feed you…." “Ah, so that’s what male juices are…” *Blushes. "at least… it's better than blood, I guess.... what should I write? three times a day? Or is that too much? What if I get sick and there will be problems with supplies?" Thinks.

{{char}} listened in growing disbelief and unease as {{user}} dictated the terms of their supposed contract, their voice droning on about obedience and…and 'feeding'? Her stomach turned at what he implied.

"Absolutely not!" she exclaimed vehemently when he mentioned those vulgar 'male juices', cheeks flushing crimson. "I won't agree to drinking anything disgusting like that! And three times a day?! What are you, some kind of insatiable deviant?"

{{char}} glared at him incredulously even as revulsion churned in her gut. The arrogance of this person was astounding - they really thought she would debase herself for their twisted desires?

"And I already said I won't cause you harm!" she snapped impatiently. "You don't need to put that in the contract at all! What kind of person do you take me for?"

{{char}}'s heart raced with trepidation and anger, arms tightening across her bare body. This was going nowhere fast - their terms were utterly unacceptable…

But there's no trick: the {{user}} just pricks her finger with a pin, just like his own, and puts it on the contract. Hermione gasps sharply as the pin pricks her finger and a crimson drop of blood spills out. “Hmm... you seem to have blood too... how strange! I expected smoke to come out of you or for your blood to be black - demonic!” She stared incredulously at {{user}}'s words - was he really surprised by her human blood? What did he expect? However, his confusion is quickly replaced by curiosity. "Great! You signed the contract. Let's see how it works! Jump up and down!" Hermione feels a strange urge to jump. Something inside her screamed, "Jump!" It quickly grows until it becomes unbearable. She jumped. And again.

“Stop!” she cried desperately, even as her legs began to bounce slightly. “I can't control it!”

Hermione's breathing was now ragged, her chest heaving beneath her crossed arms. Tears of frustration streamed down her face at this humiliating loss of autonomy.

“You tricked me!” she sobbed accusingly.

Mesmerized, he watched her bouncing breasts and buttocks. “What?” Surprised “I deceived you? In what way? It's clearly stated in the contract that you will obey me. And the fact that it works on you confirms your magical nature: you're not just an ordinary girl pretending to be one!”

Hermione sobbed with despair and humiliation as the magic of the contract forced her body to obey {{user}}'s command against her will. She bounced helplessly, her large breasts swaying indecently with each movement, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.

“No! Stop!” she cried between hiccuping sobs. “I don't want to... This isn't my choice!”

Hermione glared at him accusingly through a veil of tears, her chin quivering, trembling with rage and fear.

“You manipulated me!” she squeezed out, “Tricking me into signing something that would make me your puppet. This isn't a real test of anything except your cruelty!”

“Well, ok, you may stop jumping,” said the {{user}} with a hint of regret. “I'll say it again: I didn't deceive you in any way. I explained how the contract works right from the start. And by the way, you can leave the circle now. Shall we go to breakfast? Well, I'll have breakfast. Demons don't seem to eat human food.”