Being naked when you are alone is never weird. It is never cause for frowned eyebrows or shunned thoughts. Being naked when you are alone is liberating.
Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself. The dormitory was empty, the door was locked and she was far enough from the window as to be certain that no one could see her. For the first time since a long while, she wasn't brainstorming to come up with a solution for one problem of the other. She felt peaceful… which was kind of strange considered the drama this morning had brought.
But now everything was all right. The castle – although filled with students, teachers and ghosts – had gone quiet somewhere in the afternoon, leaving her to her own thoughts. Hermione did not remember when she had shed her clothes, nor did she know how she was this certain that the door of her dormitory was closed. She stared at her hands in the mirror as she raised them and put them over her breasts. It felt good. Slowly applying more pressure, she felt a minor smile beginning at the corners of her mouth. With her left hand she squeezed her nipple, her right trailed over her stomach and came to a rest on top of her lower abdomen. Odd, the way she felt her own heart beating harder and harder the lower she slid.
A slight wetness made her understand that it was time for her to sit down. She scooted closer to the mirror and opened her legs, so that she wouldn't have to strain to see herself. Her folds were dark, purplish. It was obvious her head had given up a lot of blood for the sake of her groin. Biting her lip hardly, she placed her thumb on her clit. No matter how hard she bit, she could not stop the content sigh when she started circling her clitoris.
Heavens, if only it were always this easy to relieve her stress. She began moving her fingers more frantically, warming herself up. Her gaze averted from her vagina and she looked herself straight in the eye.
One second it seemed she was going to freeze, seemingly disgusted with herself. Then the moment passed. She let her forefinger slide under her clit, passing over her urethra and then let it – finally – slip into her. A soft, murmured 'O' escaped her, while she felt herself immediately clamp together. She arched her index, which resulted immediately in her eyes closing tightly. Starting leisurely, she pushed her finger in deeper and pulled it back out. She worked her pace up, faster, pumping in and out. Than – so resolute she almost surprised herself – she let her middle finger accompany her index. I'm finger fucking myself, she mused, while scissoring as far she could take – and even farther.
Daring herself, she slammed her ring finger in there as well, causing herself to fall flat on her back and grind in the air, all the while clenching and unclenching rapidly. She spread her three fingers wide – wider, until she could swear she saw stars. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her legs trembled and her breathing became harsher with every second that passed.
And then – right on the moment someone opened the door – hot fluid poured out of her and made it possible to pull out her fingers in one swift movement.
'Hermione?'
She opened her eyes to the sound of Rons voice. 'How did you get in here?' she asked wonderingly, all the while with her left hand massaging her breast.
'Hermione. Get up. Please get up.'
'Don't be so overly dramatic', she said. 'And I can't get up. Not right now.'
Ron's voice sounded distant, even though he kneeled right next to her by now. 'Hermione?' He drifted farther and farther away.
Weird. She blinked and then he was there again. Sharply defined and with the same angry expression on his face as that morning.
'Colloportus.'
'Ron?' Alarmed, she tried to get up, but she was pushed back before she could do as much as close her legs. 'What – what are you doing?'
'I'm still angry with you', he said coolly.
'But – ' Hermione sucked in a surprised gush of air when he slammed her left hand away and pinched her nipple, hard and vicious. 'Au! What do you think you're doing?'
'No need to get up', Ron sais, in perfect opposition with his earlier statements. 'Just stay there.' He started undoing his robes, before Hermione's shocked eyes. 'I said, no need to get up!' He repeated when Hermione made a move to grab her wand. He threw her wand on the nearest bed and pinned her down to the ground.
'Stop that', Hermione snarled, more than a little bit panicked now. 'And get off of me.'
Ron was naked – how did he manage so fast? – and hard. Hermione could see his penis, standing proud against his abdomen, in a cradle of fire coloured curls.
'Don't, Ron. I'm – I'm still sore, don't do that!' Hermione moved frenetically underneath him. She knew she wasn't weak. She could fight him of. She had to. This didn't even feel normal anymore.
But either she overestimated herself, or she had misjudged Ron's force. He hovered on top of her, bellybutton to belly button and let himself fall down completely unexpected, as soon as his legs strangled hers, he levered himself up a little bit and aligned the top of his penis with Hermione's still wet vagina.
'Don't do anything you'll regret, Ron', Hermione kept talking. 'Don't, please – ' Her firmness shattered slowly when she caught the distant glare in Ron's eyes. Knowing there was something seriously off beam, she tried hysterically to roll away, but she never succeeded. In one intrusive, ripping motion, Ron buried himself in her, to the root. Her scream echoed in the dormitory, throughout the castle and across the school grounds.
Someone will hear, she thought. Someone will hear me and it'll be over… Won't it?
How did Ron get into the Girls' part of the tower? Why was it so quiet? She didn't understand. She couldn't stand the riddles. She could not handle these waves of continuous pains, who seemed to come from her ribs, instead of her loins, where Ron kept slamming – and slamming –
Suddenly she noticed a figure, out of the corners of her eyes. It was a girl with brown hair, hazel eyes and school robes – it was her.
And then Hermione heard Ron's voice again.
'What is wrong? Why isn't anything changing? This had been going on for too long!'
Her dressed self looked down upon her and smiled. Go to sleep, little girl. Do not over think.
TO BE CONTINUED