A/N: Hi all. Not sure if this will be a collection of (unrelated) one-shots or an ongoing story. Please message me with any ideas or suggestions!

Smut. Non-cannon compliant and out of character. 7th year, Head Boy and Girl. Sharing a dorm. Rating is M for sexual content. I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.

**WetPanties

Habits

She hated how thin the walls were.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, nghhh. Yes, Draco..."

She couldn't sleep. It was well into the late hours of the morning, and all she wanted to do was get some rest. She tossed and turned, pulling the blankets up to her chin. She tried to ignore the rhythmic pounding from the next room and glared at the window (charmed to look like outside, with the moon peeking in). She told herself she couldn't give in.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, so cloooose!"

"Fuck, mmm."

Hermione Granger Ugh'd, and kicked the blankets off. She was burning up, and it was annoying because she should be toasty. Not hot. Overheated. She really wanted to blame her hormones. She was always horny. She felt her cheeks growing redder and redder as she tried to unsuccessfully tune out the noise. The throbbing in her lower regions was becoming more and more noticeable. They had been going on like this for at least 30 minutes. Maybe longer. She didn't care, just wanted them to stop. Or put up silencing charms.

"Oooo yeah, fuck me with your fingers. Just like that. Like that."

She took a slow deep breathe, trying to steady her heart rate. She felt her panties dampen, as her clit tensed against the fabric. Her eyes flicked to the nightstand. It was there. All she had to do, was open the drawer, take out her dildo, and fuck herself. But she told herself she had to stop. She masturbated every night, two to three times, and it was becoming a habit.

It also didn't help that Draco was shagging some girl every other night.

He didn't always remember to silence his room. It had been months now. Close to the Thanksgiving holiday. At this point, Hermione assumed he forgot to silence his room on purpose. Bloody prat. She groaned and rubbed her thighs together, humming at the gentle friction. Maybe she could stop masturbating the following night. She wouldn't use her dildo tonight. She would gradually stop masturbating.

Hermione stripped herself of her night shirt and pants, wearing only her soaking wet panties. She cast a silencing charm on her room. She laid back down in a comfortable position and slid her hands over her chest and down her stomach. Her nipples slowly hardened at her caresses. Her skin hummed and she let out a sigh as she squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples. She was so horny, she knew she wouldn't last long.

"Mmmm...More. Please."

Hermione pinched her nipples harder, moaning and closed her eyes. She imagined a faceless, well built wizard fondling her breasts. Squeezing them. Tweaking and twisting her nipples. One hand traveled south, and pressed against the dampness. The fabric grazed her clit, and Hermione arched her back, whimpering. She flicked at her clit, rubbing the fabric against the small nub. Hermione opened her legs a little wider, and rocked her hips against her hand. She dragged her fingers across the wet fabric again, moistening her fingers before she started stroking her clit once more. Her fingers moved in a circular motion and she felt the familiar pressure in her lower regions start to build up.

"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" It was Draco's voice, rough with arousal.

"Nghhhh,"

Hermione pushed her panties aside and roughly drove two fingers into her dripping pussy. "Yes," she moaned. The faceless wizard in her mind was now fucking her roughly, as she fucked her pussy with her fingers. He was roughly pinching her nipples, causing her to whimper in pain. She panted.

"Harder. Harder, Draco, hard..er."

She pounded her pussy in time with Draco's thrusts, moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh. Mmm, fuck yes. Yes, yes, nghhh." The pressure was high. She was so close. So close.

"I'm close baby. Don't stop."

"Are you going to cum?"

"Nghhh, yes."

Hermione pulled out her fingers and attended to her throbbing clit. She pressed against the head and quickly moved her fingers in a circular motion. Rub, rub, rub, flick. She threw her head back as she came, hard and panting. She lay, motionless in her own wet spot, and barely heard the couple next door as they grunted and slumped into the bed.