PROLOUGE
The Dream
Hermione knew this was morally wrong, yet she relished every touch that continued to register on her body. The roaming hands proved to be knowledgeable yet tender in the candle lit room, the mouth knew how to properly please her whether it be the soft but harsh kisses or the skilful tongue that entered her causing her to shout their name until morning came.
The kiss was neither feminine nor masculine as it was as controlling as it was submissive. Hermione could almost taste the confidence oozing out of her partner through their fiery exchange of tongues. While their hands caressed Hermione's face, her own hands were not able to move from their dormant position.
The kisses soon left the mouth and tracked up the cheekbone and began nibbling on her earlobe while her partners hands rested upon her glistening breasts. Hermione could practically feel juices trickle down her legs onto the bedsheets as the mouth soon began its journey down the collarbone, through the breasts, past the toned stomach and finaly delving deep inside of her causing her few dormant senses to go into overdrive.
Sweat rolled off her bare body and hit the bed sheets like raindrops on an overcast day. Her hair plastered to her own forehead as the tongue continued to explore her most sacred part of her body, edging her closer and closer to climax. Her soft moans quickly became violent as she tried to bring her impending climax closer and closer.
A soft, warm object was quickly thrust into her which was readily welcomed by her sensitive walls, consisting of a steady pace which resulted in Hermione throwing her head back in anticipation for her climax. Her eyes closed and her hands grasped at the bedsheets as her climax began swelling up ready to erupt.
"Come now Hermione, nobody's stopping you," uttered her partner as they quickened their movements. Hermione could finally feel her walls tightening as the juices prepared to flow out of her body. She looked down to her lover and made eye contact with them before they closed again to reveal her darkly lit bedroom. There was no lover between her legs, no candle lit room, only her sex drive turned onto maximum setting.
It was merely a dream, but Hermione could not remember who she was with during that heated scene. She couldn't quite place their gender which troubled her even more.
'Is everything thing alright Hermione?' asked a half asleep voice beside her in bed, startling her in the process.
'Yes Ronald, quite alright. Go back to sleep,' finished Hermione, suddenly alert that her husband was still in the same room.
What troubled her the most was that although she could not see her lover in her dream, she could most definitely cross Ron's name off on the list of who it was. Purely based on the fact that he had never pleased her the way her lover pleased her. She left her bed, grabbed her wand and went into the bathroom to complete the job her mysterious lover could not.