Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Dedication: For my dear Anna because she wanted something funny.
Guilty Pleasure
Even though Hermione was sitting in her room in the Headstudents' dorms, she still glanced around quickly to make sure she was all alone. She needed privacy for this.
A feeling much like guilt settled deep in her stomach, but she ignored and slowly trailed her fingers over her naked skin. They travelled further and further until finally they hit the spot she'd intended as their destination all along.
The feeling of her ringers lingering there, just softly rubbing caused her mouth to form an 'O' and the slightest gasp to slip out between her red lips. It felt so good to be doing this once again; her own guilty pleasure.
Hermione started to apply more pressure and rubbing faster, feeling satisfaction, but still aching for more. She could feel liquid on her finger tips now, but still she didn't care she just kept on moving her fingers up and down over the spot again and again, not stopping until a voice entered her room.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Draco Malfoy asked, lazily leaning against the doorframe and Hermione blushed, embarrassed that she was caught "I've told you over and over again if you keep scratching that mosquito bite it'll never stop itching." Draco reprimanded her, looking at the small wound on Hermione's arm "And look, it's bleeding and everything." he sighed disappointed. Hermione apologized and cursed herself for not closing her door when enjoying her guilty pleasure.