(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
A few days later Hermione left with a large group to Hogsmeade, ready to do her part. She was alone, Harry needing to stay back to execute the brunt of the plan, by getting into the Ravenclaw dormitory. Hermione was given the simple task of watching Michael, and ensuring he stayed in Hogsmeade.
Her eyes fixed on the back of Michaels head, she followed near the back of a long line of Hogwarts students ready to spend a fun filled day in the village.
For the 10th time, Hermione checked her back pocket. However, she wasn’t put at ease, despite ensuring that she still in fact had what she needed. She knew she’d check again in a few minutes, desperate to do her part perfectly.
The thing in her back pocket that she so anxiously kept checking for was a chess piece. Harry also had one that was identical, the twin of Hermione’s. The purpose was simple: it was an alarm.