This is my very first fanfic. Actually it's the first I've written since high school and that's quite a few years back... So feedback will most definitely be appreciated - comments, correction of spelling errors (English is not my primary language, so there's bound to be loads of mistakes), everything!
I hope you'll enjoy my scribbles.
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Hermione had spent the entire summer helping to rebuild the castle after the Battle of Hogwarts. Actually most of the surviving order members and teachers had been helping and now Hogwarts was almost restored to its former glory.
They had worked hard, but it had been therapeutic to do hard physical work during the day and to speak with the other survivors at night. Now the work was almost done and they could begin to relax a bit. The new school year would soon begin, but there still were a few weeks to enjoy the company and the surroundings.
Hermione was floating weightlessly around in the Great Lake and enjoying the feel of the cold water on her skin. The summer had been warm and long, so the water of the Great Lake wasn't as cold as it used to be, but still not exactly warm either. She had made a habit out of going for a late night swim every night - she found it soothed both mind and body and frankly she needed to relax alone. No one else ventured out at night, so she could be fairly certain not to be disturbed.
She really loved her nights here. A time of peace and quiet contemplation - and as it were, the only place she could truly be alone. Accommodation had been in short supply, so she had shared a room with Ginny. They had helped each other through the hard times and had had many long talks during the nights. But it was nice to be alone, so she treasured her night swims in the lake.
The cold water made her skin tingle and the feeling made her feel alive. She loved the way her nipples tightened, when they were caressed by the gentle sensation of the water. She got warm inside, when she felt the cold water stream by her pussy, as she swam through it. More often than not, her hands ventured down her body to touch her breasts and play with the hardened buds. This night was no exception.
When the nipples were hard from the cold it felt even better to roll them between her fingers and it send shivers down to her pussy. She let her hands play with the hard peaks and felt how they got even harder by her ministrations. She let her thoughts wander to the man, who so often had inhabited her fantasies - imagined it was his rough and calloused hands tweaking her nipples and she couldn't hold back a moan. Pretending it was his hand, she let one of her hands move down her firm stomach, down to the curly patch and further down to her very slick pussy.
It surprised her every time, that she would get so wet so fast - just by fantasising about him. When she had been with Ron, they often needed lubricant and she never came. But then again - Ron's idea of foreplay was something in the line of a squeeshed boob and a "fancy a shag?" Not exactly a turn on and probably one of the reasons they were no longer together.
But when she thought about him, she would find herself soaking wet almost instantly.
Everyone had been surprised when he had shown up a few weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts. They had all been certain that he had died in the Shrieking Shack, but apparently a potions master isn't killed that easily. And since Harry had already told the world his story, he was welcomed back by most. Since he had been working as hard as anyone else on the rebuilding, but otherwise mostly kept to himself. Only difference was his voice. Nagini's bite had somehow damaged his throat, and Madam Pomfrey hadn't been able to heal it completely, so his voice were even more rough and soft than before. And in Hermione's opinion a lot more sexy. When he spoke it was like a throb to the womb.
The thought of his voice alone was enough to send a wave of pleasure down her spine straight to her clit. She decided that now would be a good time to get out of the water and swam to the shore. She dried herself and let the rough texture of the towel tease her nipples. She laid down on the ground and let her fingers caress her breasts and her stomach while she imagined it was his hands. Moaning she spread her legs to make way for her hand and she shivered from the mixed feeling of the light breeze on her still damp body and her fingers exploration of her swollen lips. She let her legs fall to the side and felt a drop of her juice trickle down between her buttocks as her finger gently slid up her slick channel. Soon one finger was not enough and first another and then another joined it. She was so hot now, that she couldn't hold it back anymore. She began fucking herself in earnest - one hand in her soaking wet cunt and one pinching and rolling her nipples.
It felt so good. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was his hands on her body, preparing her for him. She wanted him so bad - wanted him to take her. She moved her hand to her swollen clit and came hard as soon as she touched it - in her mind it was him touching her and that made her fall over the edge.
As she lay, gasping for breath, she heard a sound - almost like a sigh. She looked around, but didn't see anything. Perhaps it was just herself she had heard?