WARNING:
I do not own Harry Potter. I do not profit from this story. This is a work of fiction. Mature themes contained.
As the only daughter to two successful, liberally minded health care professionals, Hermione Granger had a very well rounded upbringing. Her loving parents ensured a safe, happy environment while encouraging their little girl to question, explore, ponder, learn, and grow. When it came time for sexual/reproductive education, Hermione's modern, open minded parents helped her be best prepared.
As puberty came and went, however, Hermione learned that in the Wizarding world, sexual education was a joke. Women's reproductive health was antiquated and the female orgasm was a myth. When menstruating, the female population of Hogwarts were expected to stay in isolation. The ridiculous of the situation truly hit Hermione as a sexually frustrated, hormonal, unfulfilled teenager. She wanted to lose her virginity, however, the male specimens she had to choose from at Hogwarts were slim pickings. She wanted a good first experience, not a shameful, unsatisfying tumble in a broom closet with an ignorant berk.
During the Triwizard tournament, she discovered to her pleasure that it was mostly British wizarding society that was backwards about female sexuality, or any sexuality at all for that matter. Magical Britain was incomprehensibly ignorant to any 'alternative sexuality'. That summer Hermione visited Victor Kramer in Bulgaria. It was the most enlightening experience of her life. For the first month, they didn't even actually have penetrative sex. She broke her own hymen in a mutual masturbation session that left her feeling empowered. Her new mentor showed the impressionable fifteen year old all the pleasurable ways of the flesh that one could enjoy without having to be penetrated. Then, to round off her education, Victor educated the bright pupil in the joys of penetrative sex, including but not limited to multiple partners. Bulgaria was a relatively sexually uninhibited country, allowing Hermione freedoms she would sorely miss once back on English soil. She had no tan lines and a golden all over tan from the various nude beaches Victor introduced her to. Before she left, Victor gifted her a rather expensive pleasure toy gift set, including numerous Magic friendly massagers and pleasure wands. Promising to keep in touch, Hermione returned home, comfortable in the knowledge that while it was doubtful she would find partners sexually compatible with her, she could always explore self pleasure and get herself off as often as she pleased. It was going to be a good year.