Hermione in Paris


Lavender and Parvati tell Hermione to check out a particular shop in Paris that will undoubtedly help her sort out her own love life.


This story is set during Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts. It goes along with the idea that Voldemort never regained his body during their fourth year, and as such all the events concerning Harry and Voldemort during their fifth, sixth and seventh years never occurred. Animosity between the houses decreased as the students grew older, and the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor house grew much more amicable because there was no war going on.


Chapter I

Hermione had an idea; and it wasn't the most proper, lady-like thing one might do if they were Head Girl.

But Hermione was tired of keeping up with her proper, good-girl image. For once she wanted to do something for herself, rather than the other way around: she was sick of tending to everyone else's whim or recurring need.

She had heard all about Parvati and Lavender's excursions with the opposite sex, and she was so bored about hearing about their latest lust interest. It seemed like every time she walked into their dorm room, Parvati and Lavender would be there, talking openly about their latest conquests. And every time, they would just continue talking, not making any point to conceal what or rather who they were talking about.

As a result, Hermione had heard in detail what really lay under the majority of the various Quidditch player's robes in the school from their year. She was really getting sick of the fact that she couldn't contribute much to their conversation.

Oh, she had some—she had kissed Viktor a couple of times during their fourth year, but apart from those, zilch. It made her seem like some old, withering aunt who lived alone with massive amounts of cats. And, that's not what she wanted from life.

The next time she saw lavender and Parvati discussing their sex lives, she resolved to ask them something.

It was the winter holidays, and Hermione was in Paris of all places. The Weasleys had invited her over to the Burrow the following week, but until then, she was in Paris with her parents for a weeklong vacation. She spent so little time with her parents nowadays; they were wonderful people but Hermione had acclimated to life at Hogwarts and felt that sometimes life at home was too dull and her parents a bit too overbearing. She loved her parents irrevocably and did enjoy spending time with them, but she was almost seventeen now and had a life of her own.

One of the things Hermione liked about being born into the muggle world was the fact that she had the ability to blend into both the muggle and wizarding world when she needed to. She doubted that Ron could handle roaming around London, let alone Paris without any help. Being a witch with a muggle background gave her what seemed to be the best of both worlds. It allowed her to have an air of anonymity when she wanted it. And, she soon would be of age which would change everything. In a couple of months she would graduate, travel all around Europe and not have a care in the world.


The fact that her parents had chosen Paris of all places for their weeklong vacation fitted perfectly in Hermione's plans. She was old enough to want to go around Paris by herself, and old enough to convince her parents that she could manage by herself. The Grangers had always allowed her a lot of freedom when she was younger. Since she was a witch, there really was no question of her safety as she was a witch and could perfectly deal with any wayward muggle.

One afternoon when her parents had an afternoon planned at a fancy bistro, Hermione had set off to do some serious shopping. She wasn't one for fashion, but Parvati and Lavender were and they had absolutely raved about one store in Paris that they had only heard about but never visited. Nevertheless, when Hermione told them about her travel plans, and in lieu of her recent decisions concerning her lack of love life, her fellow Gryffindors told her that there was one store that she absolutely had to visit.

When Hermione stepped inside the lingerie boutique she at first noted the atmosphere of the place and felt out of her depth. The floor was covered by a thick, ivory carpet. The walls were lined with oil paintings depicting various pastoral scenes. The tables were draped in light pink tulle. The room was lit by brilliant wall sconces and a couple of chandeliers which were positioned over circular tables, showcasing frilly and lacy undergarments. When she stepped off the street and into the shop, a sales woman, dressed chicly in black with a messy blonde bun looked her way. Hermione smiled and gave a tentative "bonjour" in the woman's direction.

Hermione moved to the nearest table and picked up one of the bras nearest to her. It was pale pink and made of a completely see-through mesh. The accompanying underwear was made of the same material, and Hermione tried to imagine herself wearing it. She couldn't.

"Do you need assistance, mademoiselle?"

Hermione looked up to see the sales lady looking at her expectantly.

Hermione smiled and said hesitantly,

"Oh, yes actually I do. I'd like to buy a lingerie set."

The woman smiled, "Très bien. Are you familiar with our sizes?"

"No, I don't think I am."

"Okay then, please follow me…"

Hermione followed the woman into the back of the store, passed assortments of bras, and other frilly articles of clothing. The woman led her into a dressing room and Hermione followed her in.

"I need to go get a measuring tape, but in the meantime, you will need to remove your shirt for the fitting. I'll be right back."

The woman whisked off, leaving Hermione in the room. She felt a bit awkward, but as it was standard procedure, she just went along with it. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door.

"Mademoiselle?"

"Yes," Hermione called and the woman opened the door, carrying a measuring tape.

"Bon, now if you would lift your arms…"

Hermione did as she was told, and the woman took her measurements, around her bust, under and above. The woman was very quick, and in no time she was done.

"Bon, you are a UK size 32D which translates to an 85D in our sizes."

The woman picked up her measuring tape and said in her French accent,

"Let me know if you need any other help."

Hermione spent the next fifteen minutes browsing around the shop, wondering how much of her Christmas money she could let herself spend on lingerie without feeling like some tarty idiot. Hermione rarely indulged on anything, and thought that maybe this was the time to. After all, it wasn't like she was going to buy a ball gown and only wear it once. She was getting a bra: an everyday necessity. Anyway, she hadn't bought a new one in a while. She had checked some of the price tags on some of the less excessive pieces and they still were double what she usually spent on bras and underwear.

Hermione's bras and underwear were simple and very basic; they mainly consisted of white cotton and didn't have much oomph to them at all. She didn't even own a push up bra, for crying out loud. But she wasn't here to buy anything ordinary—even if she could find anything that qualified for ordinary in her book. Lavender and Parvati had encouraged her to try coming here and she had conceded that it wouldn't hurt just to try.

She had decided to pick a couple of bras to try on. She had picked out three, and they ranked differently in levels of price and extravagance. The first one was a white lace bra, with molded cups. It looked very delicate and sweet, and she could hypothetically see herself in it. It also at least could be an everyday bra, which may or may not be a good thing.

The second bra she had chosen was another lace bra, but this one was cherry red. Nestled between the cups was a little red satin bow. It had scalloped edges and the cups were see through. She absolutely loved the color; it brought to mind her favorite cherry chapstick color and the cherry flavor of muggle jolly ranchers.

The third bra was another white bra, but this one had little lilac flowers adorned over the whole thing. The sides were the same lilac color, but it was made out of a sheer mesh fabric. This one was slightly padded and came with removable straps. She really couldn't decide which one she liked the best, so she headed back to her changing room and closed the door. She dumped her purse and coat on the satin lined chair and started to undress. She stood in front of antique gilt mirror in her jeans and bra before deciding to just take her shoes and jeans off too. She just felt that she needed to be a blank slate so she could fully see what the bra would look like.

So Hermione stood in the dressing room just in her underwear, looking at the three bra's hooked on the back of the door. She grabbed the white one first of the hanger and put it on, her back to the mirror. She closed her eyes and turned around and opened them. She immediately felt sensual; there was something about wearing this bra that was completely different from wearing her normal department store bras. The white bra gave her a minute lift, and she lightly jumped up and down on the plush carpet to see if there was any jiggle, which there was. But there was a problem; the cups themselves were too high up and it wasn't so flattering on her. The fit was fine, but this wasn't going to be the bra for her today.

She then reached for the red, candy colored one. She did the same thing, eyes closed until she had it fully on. When she saw herself for the first time, she knew that this was the one she had to have. If she had felt good about herself in the other bra, that was nothing to how this one felt. This bra complimented her slightly tanned skin tone perfectly. The cups exposed more of her skin which felt better than the other one did. This one had a tiny bit of padding, which gave her just a bit of cleavage. She felt sexy; there was no denying that feeling.

She reached up and took her hair out of the pony tail and messed it up a bit. She just looked in the mirror, wondering why she hadn't tried this before. She felt oddly empowered and confident. She could actually wear this under most of her shirts for school too, with all those chunky sweaters and cardigans she had. She felt a bit naughty thinking about going into Potions wearing a bright red, lacy bra. It seemed as though she was discovering a different side to herself.

After a few more moments just looking at her reflection in the mirror, she reluctantly look of the cherry red bra and changed back into her regular clothes. She didn't even bother trying on the third one. She went back over to the table with the underwear that went with the bra, and had a choice between sheer, lacy boy shorts or a lace thong. She checked the price tags, to see what was more economical. Oddly, they were the same price even though there was far less material on the thong. She had enough money for both pairs so she decided on getting both. She made her way up to the cashier and handed over her items.

A half an hour later, she was back at the hotel room. Her parents were still out and she was in front of the full length mirror modeling her newly purchased bra and thong. She couldn't wait until she got back to school so she could put her plan into action.


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I updated this chapter as of 2/9/13, got rid of lesser sentences and changed words around. I hope to get chapter 3 out by next weekend, if all goes to plan.