Author's note : Hello !After imagine, create and post this fic 'in French, I wanted to see what would give it translated into English.

The problem is that I am an insult to the English language. I regret, I love England, I love the British (male preference lol) but now it' s the language that should not love me! So this is where my wonderful translator enter in games. I would like to thank a lot for having accepted this job twisted. In short, thank you Chrisy'n'étoile ! Hoping that this story, slightly offset you like.

At your pleasure,

Azaazeal..

Translator's note : But following a technical problem, it's me, Chrisy'n'étoile who post and not the real author. I'm really for you and for she.

Chrisy.

Parental advisory :

Explicit Love

Chapter 1 : The heat you suffer.

Women: Women's behalf. sing. Human being considered solely on what she has that are not primates, but they dream of having.

Primate: name masc. sing. Human being considered solely in terms of his masculinity.

Sex: common name. sing. 1: all tangible assets that separate women from primates. 2: all natural elements that bring primates women.

The sun is the kind of phenomenon that here in England, we never heard that theory. Thus this name does not, in normal times, the barrier of my lips. But today is an exception to the rule.

The sun is cruel and I understand why some English has never complain of not having been in his life. Either it's my fault or it burns too much.

It is still almost 40 in temperate countries where it's just me ramble?

Ah yes, I forgot, I'm Hermione.

I think not having to introduce myself. You, like everyone else, read the newspapers sorcerers. Harry, Ron and me, a great war hero, had defeated Voldemort bla bla ... blaaa type boring speech that I reused every day of my life.

If you knew how much me ... ARGH. I wring the neck of this viper of Rita Skeeter, but I might be once again making headlines. Being famous, that's really not funny.

Finally, under the sun is overwhelming that I am about to return for the last time at Hogwarts. If I'm not one to focus on the things, I think this school is not. While I will miss it. The castle will miss the teachers I will miss the students I will miss ... but rather die than to say!

Thus the heavy heart that I officially joined the platform 9 ¾, where Harry and Ron, both stinking énergumènes testosterone use my friends waiting for me, certainly eager to get a very clear their sexual exploits of the summer.

We may be stupid when at 17 years.

If I had become childish just one moment I would say that Ron, the top of its 1m87 is rather pretty, that I say really good. It's too bad he's red hair. Harry, as for him, Mmm, a male in all it's power, darkness, secrecy. The kind of guy who you have only one desire him all visible traces of clothing and tell him to take in the moment no matter where you are. But not my type either.

I am content to each several times at the beginning and after the war. Hé what ? I was convinced I was going to die ... at the time.

Anyway. I found both on the dock, ambient heat was such that the unfortunate t-shirts they wore wool grease their skin shone with sweat. No fault to be wearing very little, I also trickled. No sex 'all that.

- Mione, more time passes, the less you see your clothes, it's me or they tend to shrink?

- Rather, the rest growing - Harry replied peeping in on my chest, too full for my dress.

I intervene.

- Should someone verify. Ron?

The look of this one immediately became more interested. He approached his lips tasted of burning the visible part of my chest. And, in a satisfied smile.

- They grow up.

When a distant voice.

- Lovers where you mount or I come you look up!

Ginny Weasley was not really the kind of girl who liked like to waste time, especially for something she could tell Dad, Mom. You see the kind?

I think that in reality she wanted the decadent behavior of his brother.

Let the details of the train you want. 2 hours cloistered whith 4 people in a narrow boiling compartment, it would have just one minute longer so I finally nude, glued against the pane, looking for an ounce of coolness.

A week before school, I had received a letter by owl to tell me briefly that I would become Chief Warden, at the very moment when my magnificent foot arise before the gates of the castle.

This fact I did not waste time and settled in a few minutes the details of the entry into the school for other students.

It's up to us. Enter.