The Sins
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Chapter One: Meet Little Miss Slut
It was an easy life. Use, hurt, leave, hate. Like a four step dance. A horizontal dance, a vertical dance, and on kinky days a diagonal dance.
She enjoyed it. The thrill of a fuck with no feeling. Making people fall in love with you... and watching as their hearts break right in front of you. It was orgasmic. She remembered the look on their faces and got off on them later on.
She dressed in her black suede mary janes, white knee-highs, a plaid red and black skirt reaching her upper thigh, tight white button-down shirt(not buttoned up) with a black tank top under it.
Just border-line dress code. You've got to love the things you can pull when you've laid everyone worth laying in one place. Every person in a power position blushed when she walked by.
She sat in Snape's class. She raised her little hand nice and high. Her belly button proudly saying hello to everyone. Her breasts just staying in her shirt, but barely. Her skirt hiked up and her lips pouted.
Snape didn't dare ignore her anymore. "Yes, Miss Granger?" he would say and she would spout something in text-book speak that no one understood then smirk a bit. And Snape would watch her little candy apple- red lips form words and stutter. "Very good Miss Granger." He would say, not hearing a damned word.
She was a Goddess figure. Everyone wanted her. No one ever really had her. Sure she'd fucked most of them, but they never had any control, no say, nothing. They fuck when Hermione wants it, they finish when Hermione wants to, what anyone else wants means nothing.
How do you fuck me and then just pretend it never happend? Didnt I mean anyhting? They would ask her. She would grab them by the chin, run her thumb over their cheek and tell them. "I have no heart. You were a great fuck, but you mean nothing to me. Get on with your life." Then go and mastubate.
She was a fucking spirit killer. She watched the hope in their eyes die and fucked herself. And it was so good. So very, very beautiful and sweet and rich and... so good.
She walks around the school, she sits at dinner, and every eye follows her. Every heart breaks over and over again. Male, Female, Centaur... Firenze was one damned good fuck! Half horse... such a large..er.. centaur-hood... W/e.
Taking innocence was fun as well. To take an innocent by the hand and teach them how to fuck... how to fuck themselves... ah. A person's body is the most wonderful thing.
Her body was a mystery to everyone but her. She could make herself peak as quickly as she wanted to or hold on as long as she liked. She could make her nipples hard little peaks, and insist on them calming down.
Oh, wow! She remembered the time when she fucked Ginny on their house table. That girl was as firey as her mess of red hair. One of the few who actually got her off. Poor Ginny, at least she has some pride to her. Most cried and begged. But she had stood there, her eyes showing nothing, her bosy not shifting at all. She had understood that she would never get Hermione. And she had walked away.
Hermione had fucked her in the beginning, she had gone back for seconds. Mesmorized by the fact that the girl's untrained fumblings could make her come. For a while she had been in awe by the way she could play Ginny's body like a piano. Soft ivory beneath long, slender, sure fingers.
But that too passed. Her facination dissipated. She became old news. Hermione moved on to the next fuck, then the next, then the next, and so on. There were a few that she went back to, not many, but a few.
They would brag to their friends. She oft heard people whispering about how she had fucked them more than once. There were two very powerful people that she had done at the same time.
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. How do you spice up a relationship? You get The Hermione Granger to have a threesome with you. They like all the others asked her for a round two. She had been nice. One word. 'No.'
Malfoy had whined like a bitch and Harry had comforted him. It was cute, but really! Like she wanted to watch them fuck.Watchingguys kiss.. that she can enjoy, guys fucking, yeah.. not so much.
Not to mention the fact that she leaned away from guys in general. She liked fucking. But a relationship (however unlikely her getting into one of those is) would have to be with a girl.
It was a good life. Nice and simple. Fuck this one. Fuck that one. Oh and if you're up to it, fuck that one over there. No feeling, no attachment, just sex and power.
She didnt see someone staring at her. She didnt see the girl's angry, lustful, wanting gaze. But she would...
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