Hermione Granger had a problem. She hadn't cared at first, just worked - and suffered - through it, but it was beginning to wear on her. Often she would stay up past three, even four, in the morning working on homework and making sure each individual piece was, without question, perfect. Recently, though, after she had packed up her school supplies and crawled into bed, expecting to fall asleep almost immediately, sleep had begun evading her. At first it would just take her a bit longer to fall asleep, maybe an hour, but then it became increasingly difficult for her to get to sleep until she came to this point, the point where almost every night was an all-nighter.
This past night had been her third night with no sleep at all and her school work showed for it. Her hand was no longer the first up in class, her notes and essays were now riddled with spelling errors and mistaken ink splotches. In Transfiguration she was so tired she couldn't even turn a rat into a cup.
Frustrated and tired she stomped up to her room, determined to get some sleep. Mind over matter, she'd will herself to sleep.
Two hours later, she still had had no luck. Her mind wandered aimlessly on a random, hazy path until it stumbled upon something one of her Muggle cousins had said to her a while back. She had loathed that cousin and, at the time, had thought of her as a slut. But what she had said as they were washing dishes next to each other was something Hermione was not above trying now. Her cousin had stated, in the matter-of-fact tone with which Hermione could rattle off curses and their counter curses, that one of the many ways in which masturbation was good was that it helped women sleep easier. Her cousin had even had the audacity to turn to her and tell Hermione that, "It also helps with stuck-up people, you should try it sometime."
Of course, at the time, Hermione had ignored her cousin's remarks, assuming that they were just said to rile her. But the words came back to her now and Hermione realized that she'd do anything just to be able to sleep again, even this thing she thought she'd never do. Trembling, out of fear or excitement she did not know, she placed a charm on her roommates that would keep them asleep and utterly oblivious to what was going on around them.
She took a couple of deep breaths before slowly unbuttoning her pajama top. Exposed to the cool night air, her nipples hardened into pert little peaks. Hermione had never seen her body do such things before - and it fascinated her. She cupped the warm mounds of flesh in her hands, feeling their softness and their heat. Sliding her hand up over her left nipple, she slowly ground her palm into the hard peak and the flesh. She felt a fire burning low-slung on her hips and she was beginning to get wet. Still grinding her left breast, she took her right nipple and pinched it lightly, feeling the shock that it sent between her legs. She moaned softly when she tugged it away from her body and then pressed it back towards her ribcage.
This felt so much better than she had ever expected and she hadn't even gotten started yet. Hermione took her right hand up and stuck her fingers in her mouth, moistening them and teasing them with her tongue, all the while keeping up the ministrations to her left breast. Slowly, building up her tension, she ghosted her wet fingers over her breast again, but continued down to her pajama pants and panties. She hooked her thumb into both waistbands at the same time and slid her pale legs free from them.
This was it, she knew, after the next step there would be no turning back, no denying she had done this. She dropped her hand between her thighs, cupping her womanly folds with the whole of her hand. Involuntarily, her hips bucked against her hand. She could feel her wetness, her readiness against her palm.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully parted her lower lips, she could feel that they were hot and swollen. Instinctively she found her clit first, she moaned aloud when her fingers came in contact with her little bud. She rolled the button in a circular motion, counterclockwise from the hand still grinding into her left breast. Suddenly, unconsciously, she plunged her index finger into her center. She gasped at the new contact. Her finger probed around, trying to find her pleasure spot. Though unsuccessful, she had succeeded in readying her tight pussy for the addition of another finger and then another. Thrusting in and out of herself with her hips gyrating toward her hand, she could feel herself nearing her climax.
Suddenly a smug voice filled the dark room, "Well, well, well, somebody's been a bad girl."
Author's Note: My first story of this sort, I have the next chapter written and require only the incentive (i.e. reviews) to post it. I'd really like to know how you think I did and who you think this mystery man is.