Especially don't know anything regarding Lucifer.
Heaving out another tight sigh, she nodded. "Okay. Go ahead. Quickly, before I lose my nerve."
She put both arms in the air, and Lucifer shook off an unwarranted shiver of anticipation.
Although his brain knew nothing salacious was about to happen, his body seemed to have a different idea.
"You are fully aware this will involve bodily contact, correct? You're certain this is what you want me to do?" Lucifer asked, just to make sure they were on the same page. "I don't want you have any second thoughts that might lead to retaliation; a Depulso to the face is no way to end the Easter holidays."
"Get this thing off me, Lucifer! I can't breathe."
"Very well."
Careful not to touch her more than necessary, Lucifer slowly curled his fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled upward.
Her lower back came into view, and his traitorous body broke out in a wave of gooseflesh.
'Nope. Don't even think about it.' He closed his eyes and pulled harder.
The shirt was indeed very reluctant to go past her chest, and he had to open his eyes to readjust his grip and brace himself with a wider stance.
"Wiggle down, Hermione," he grunted through clenched teeth. "We'll need to use gravity to our advantage."
She did as requested and bent her knees, essentially hanging from her top.
Just when Lucifer thought they were going to lose the fight, the material doubled over and she fell out of her shirt with a squeak of surprise.
Lucifer pulled it over her head, waylaid by her hair, but a few seconds later she was panting on the floor in her jeans and a bra, and he held her empty t-shirt triumphantly in both hands.
"Bloody hell," Hermione gasped into the stone floor. "I think I've got friction burn on my shoulder blades."
Lucifer tossed her shirt aside and reached down to help her up. "Are you injured?"
Hermione tenderly inspected her upper arms, which had been rubbed raw on either side. "No, I … I think I'm okay. At least I can breathe now."
She stood, still hunched over, clutching her broken bra to her chest.
The catch had snapped under the strain, and the hook had left an angry scratch across her back.
Lucifer hissed under his breath and reached out to examine the red line, just barely stopping himself from touching her without permission.
"You're hurt," he informed her as he retreated a step.
"Where?"
"The middle of your back. Your hook got you. It's not bleeding … much, but it will if you keep pulling on your skin. Do you want me to heal it?"
"Yes, please," she muttered, curling into herself even more, her hair hiding her face.
"I'll need my wand."
Without saying a word, she clamped one arm around both breasts and used her free hand to pass his wand over her shoulder.
Lucifer took it from her, but as soon as his fingers made contact, her overwrought magic sent a a stinging jolt through his hand.
"Be careful!" he hissed, rubbing at his palm with a grimace. "You're going to do us both a mischief."
"I can't help it! Or shall we pop a couple of gargantuan boobs on your chest and see how calm your magic is?"
Biting his tongue, Lucifer placed the tip of his wand lightly against her skin. "Point taken. Just try to stay still for me."
He murmured a healing incantation, passing his wand back and forth over the blood-dotted scape, and a moment later her skin went from red to pink, then back to normal. "That looks better."
"Okay … thank you very much. Now could you please turn around so I can put my robes back on? It's bloody freezing here."
Lucifer tucked away his wand and turned to face the shelves. "You're safe. I'm not looking."
He heard her shuffling around and then a muttered warming spell.
"All right. You can look."
Lucifer peered over his shoulder, and when he saw her simply standing there in her robes, her arms crossed over her chest, he turned around fully. "What was your assessment of your condition when you removed your clothing?
One brown brow arched, and her expression went from tense to perplexed. "What exactly was I supposed to be assessing?"
"What did they look like?"
"Enormous knockers!"
"No," Lucifer bit out. "Did they appear to be your own skin, or is there something artificial about them? Were they larger versions of your actual breasts or are they just engorged flesh? And what do they feel like? Do they feel natural like breasts or are they hard? Or buoyant? Do they have sensation?"
She blinked, nonplussed, and then looked down at her chest with bewildered curiosity. "Uuuuuhhhh … hold on."
Turning her back, she opened the top of her robes and ducked her head into the darkness, then, from what he could see, she felt herself up.
Lucifer's lip twitched. And for some reason, so did his cock.
Which seemed wholly inappropriate considering the absolute absurdity of the situation.
"Yeah, so they're not like my own breasts at all," she reported shakily. "They're blown up like balloons. And they're tight, like my skin has been stretched. I can feel my nipples, but … they're weirdly dull."
"Are they weighty like real breasts or light like they're full of air?"
"Heavy."
"Hmm," Lucifer murmured under his breath. "It sounds like some kind of engorgement charm."
"Great," she sighed. "Just give me a Deflating Draught, and I'll be on my way."
"I don't have one on hand. But if you hurry, you could see if Madame Pomfrey is still here. She might have some in her stores."
Hermione spun around and goggled at him. "I can't go through the school like this! What if someone sees me?"
Lucifer could very well imagine what that might be like, and he did his best not to smirk.
"If you won't risk the hospital wing, you'll have to wait here while I brew a new batch."
Closing her eyes, Hermione rubbed at her forehead with one hand and exhaled a rough sigh. "That'll take hours."
"It's the best suggestion I can offer."
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"Just … hang out?" he suggested innocently.
Her eyes slitted to a lifeless death-glare. "Not funny," she deadpanned. "Not funny at all."
He disagreed but somehow managed not to smile. "In that case, I'll get started."
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Lucifer spent the next two hours brewing a Deflating Draught from scratch.
Hermione did her best to try and help, but she kept knocking things over with her chest, and while he normally would've found that quite amusing, he didn't think it wise to laugh in her presence.
His skin still stung where she'd accidentally electrocuted him, and he didn't like to imagine what might happen if she got too riled.
Hermione resorted to lying face up atop one of the work stations, claiming her back had started to seize up, which didn't surprise him considering what she was carrying around.
Flat on her back, it looked as though she'd been caught in an avalanche and two boulders had landed on her chest.
He was shocked she could breathe with that kind of weight pressing against her heart and lungs.
"We'll need to wait a moment for this to cool," Lucifer informed her. "But it is finished."
Struggling to rise, Hermione flailed about like an upended tortoise before giving in with a sigh and rolling to her side. "So I just drink it?"
"That is how a draught usually works."
"I thought perhaps you'd made it topical."
"Hmm," Lucifer muttered with a frown. "Perhaps we could have, but it should be perfectly efficient when taken orally."
"How long will it take to work once I drink it?" she asked nervously.
"Thirty seconds at most."
She tightened her robes over her chest, then placed a hand on either breast and, wincing, pressed them both up toward her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Lucifer asked blandly.
"Taking some of the weight off. My shoulders are exhausted. I don't know how Anorei Collins manages."
"Who's Anorei Collins?"
She stared at him, her face a mask of bewildered horror. "Never mind."
"I think this is cool enough now." Lucifer said as he ladled a scoop into a phial and held it up to the light. "It's not steaming anymore."
With a groan, Hermione lowered her hands and carefully shuffled over to take it from him, her arms braced in front of her to keep from knocking into anything.
Lucifer watched as she drank it, then turned his eyes to her inflated robes.
She handed the phial back and gave him a disgruntled frown. "Would you stop staring!" Her hands crossed over her chest like a prudish mummy and blocked his view entirely.
"I have to see what's happening," he argued.
"You don't have to look that hard. I think it'll be pretty obvious."
Grumbling under his breath, Lucifer turned his gaze to the ceiling instead.
"That's better," Hermione said primly.
They stood in silence for a solid minute before Lucifer spoke again. "Am I allowed to look now?"
"Oh dear …" Hermione muttered. "I don't think it's working. They're just the same."
Lucifer lowered his gaze and ascertained that she did, indeed, look exactly the same. "Hmmm."
"Hmm?" Hermione echoed, her eyebrows disappearing beneath her hair. "Hmmm? That's all you have to say?"
"What would you like me to say?"
"Tell me why this didn't work. Tell me what we're going to do!"
"We? This seems like a you problem."
Her expression went from dismay to hurt, and Lucifer felt a swoop of regret.
"Well," Hermione breathed, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you for your time. I do appreciate that you at least tried. I'll be sure to reimburse you for the brewing."
She turned and set off to gather her clothes, her back ramrod straight, head held high.
Lucifer winced. "Hermione …"
She sniffled and tucked her folded jumper against her chest. "What?"
"I didn't mean it. You don't have to go."
"No, you're right—this is my problem. I shouldn't have dragged you into it."
"Don't be ridiculous. What are you going to do, go back to your dorm and cry yourself into a smaller bra size?"
She spun around, her damp eyes fierce. "Most certainly not! I'll sit down and decide on a new course of action. Perhaps McGonagall will have some fresh ideas."
"Do you really want to disturb her over the holidays? She might be even looking at old photos inside her office," Lucifer reminded her. "Don't you remember the ones from last year?"
The fury on her face dissolved into a quivering frown. "Do you think she has relatives?"
A sickening wave of discomfort flared in his gut. Emotional women were not his strong suit—especially not ones on the verge of collapsing under the weight of their own mammaries.
It seemed wise to slow her emotional descent before she spiraled out of control.
If she progressed to tears, he'd be lost.
Lucifer gestured to his desk. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll make you a cup of tea. I'm sure, between the two of us, we can work out a new plan."
Lower lip trembling, Hermione nodded and perched herself on the edge of his bulky, high-backed mahogany chair like a tense budgie.
Her breathing sounded shaky, but she kept a stoic façade, and he had to applaud her fortitude.
"Earl Grey?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes, please."
"All right," Lucifer said after setting the kettle over a conjured flame. "Let's make a list of what to try next...."
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