The click of her Mary Jane shoes echo across the corridors as she walks with purpose.
Hermione Granger is goddamn bothered by this feeling, she doesn't have time for this! She should be studying, but she's been reading the same sentence over and over again.
If she wants to regain her focus she must do this…thing.
Masturbate.
She doesn't like the word. It's lacquered in judgment and sounds accusatory, but what it really fulfills is a biological need, like to itch a scratch. This makes it much more okay with Hermione.
I need to masturbate.
Her vagina decided to coup from her mind, not letting her retain any information until this desire if fulfilled and since it can't be filled with a big, hard cock, a finger or two must do.
She runs the last steps to the girl's restroom, feeling impatient.
Now! Now! Now!
Satisfy me now!
"Anyone in here?" Hermione asks.
Nobody.
Good.
Hermione mutters a locking spell and quickly washes her hands in the sink, running warm water over her fingers.
She hikes her skirt up and shoves her hand down her wet panties, her fingers glide inside her pussy.
Hermione moans and begins slowly moving her two middle fingers in and out, teasing herself.
Her wetness can be heard and she increases the pace. Her breath hitches as she leans against the sink as she uses all her strength to pound her throbbing, yearning pussy.
Strong man hands with long fingers caress my heaving tits. I look up at a chiseled chest that glistens with sweat, he grabs his rock hard cock, uses his thumb to wipe the precum off the tip of the head before he pushes his cock against my tight pussy.
The unknown man thrusts hard and deeply.
Hermione is close to coming.
"You like that, Granger?"
His voice is eerily familiar.
"Yes, fuck me," Hermione whispers to herself.
Draco Malfoy's face contorts off the power of his orgasm.
"Oh, fuck! Hermione!" he cries out.
Her fingers are going lightening speed, the rhythm and momentum reaches it's peak, Hermione Granger cries out in a heated orgasm.
She breathes heavily and looks in the mirror with shame.
"What the fuck?"
Hermione strolls in the hallways, bothered by the subject of her fantasy.
I saw his come face and then I came. What is wrong with me?
And of course, since the universe conspires against us, she turns the corner and sees a lone Draco Malfoy walking toward her.
"Bollocks," she whispers.
I wonder if he knows. Do I look like I've just masturbated and thought about him?
When he is close, he stops and looks at her.
There is an awkward silence as they both stare at each other intensely.
I wonder what his cock feels like.
Hermione, STOP!
"What are you doing out this late?" he says. His voice is slightly annoyed but his eyes seem happy to see her.
"Just taking a break from studying, why do you care?"
"I don't," his eyes penetrate into hers, "Your face is flushed, Granger. You up to something? Another zealous Gryffindor mission? Where's your goons?"
Draco Malfoy looks around.
"You know," he takes a step closer, "I think you were doing something naughty."
This motherfucker.
Her mouth twists into a smile.
"Maybe I was."
She begins to walk and feels the urge to glance back.
Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around.
Hermione turns and sees Draco Malfoy watching her. They hold eachother's gazes before she continues.
Now, time to study.
A/N Thanks for reading!