The Comfort of Your Sheets

Hey! Thanks for checking my story out, if you like it then I'll keep it going, just let me know! Criticism is welcome, I'm still trying to learn all the basics here. Rated M for language, themes, smut

Chapter 1

She ran through the corridors, tears stinging her eyes and a lump in her throat burning, trying to hold it all together until she could find shelter of some sort, somewhere to let it all out. That complete PIG, she thought to herself, how dare he, just how dare he! Gah! And her... she found herself in a rare situation; at a loss for words. Hermione Granger was at a loss for words. Her mind and body had just seemed to collide, and nothing made sense. Everything was mixed in with its opposing feeling, and she was feeling things that given the current situation, she really shouldn't. She was so confused she just wanted to collapse and cry herself to sleep, but kept on moving. She knew anyway that she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while yet, given her famed over thinking mind, she'd simply drive herself to insanity, sifting through all of the day's events and dissecting them all into a bloody mess. So she kept running.

Trapped in an unpleasant haze of memories and regret, she fought to get out, every movement more forceful, quicker, powerful. She was losing the battle until finally she was snapped from the torment by slamming backwards onto a wall. When she could finally see what was outside her and not inside, she realised that right on the opposite wall in front of her were the doors leading to the prefect's bathroom. Excellent. The prefect's bathroom was the perfect place, she could just feel it.

Quickly making sure the corridor was deserted, she hurried across and muttered the password, before slipping into the room and slamming the doors shut on the world. Once inside, she fell back against the door, breathing heavily and closing her eyes. She had finally found her shelter. The tears she had been suffocating finally burst out in sobs, painful and powerful. She ran her hands down her clammy, tear stained face. Hermione really hadn't been expecting this, not even from him. And it all started with the main two problems of their relationship; Quidditch. Quidditch and sex.

She pushed through the cheering crowd in the common room, all clad in red and gold, and couldn't help smiling at how happy she saw everyone; they were gulping Butter Beer, singing, hugging the players and taking turns recounting the match. Finally she spotted one of the two people she'd been looking for.

"HARRY!" she shrieked, and pulled him into a hug, "I'm so happy for you!"

He laughed and hugged her back.

"Thanks 'mione, but it was basically all Ron's effort today that won us the match."

Hermione pulled away, rolled her eyes at him and laughed.

"Always so modest. Where is Ron anyway?" she asked, looking around the common room.

"I think he's outside somewhere, he said he needed some fresh air or something," Harry dismissed, before turning back to the conversation he was previously engaged in with Dean and Seamus. She headed back out of the portrait hole and down the corridor, hoping to catch him coming back to the common room. When she was about half way down the hallway, she heard strange noises coming from an alcove just off to the side. Being as inquisitive as she is, she decided to investigate.

Looking back at this now, it makes her cringe.

As she was getting closer, she identified the sounds as a girl giggling and whispering and a boy moaning, speaking in a strained tone. She got even more curious, and reached the alcove. Peeking in, the first thing she saw was her boyfriend's Quidditch robes, red as his hair, and noticed he was slumped up against the wall, falling heavily upon it for support. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, and emitting more of those tortured moans. Looking down, she noticed the front of his robes splayed open, and kneeling in front of him was the giggling girl, whom she immediately identified as Lavender Brown. She giggled more and whispered up at him.

"You like that?"

A strangled sentence managed to escape the red-head's lips.

"Yes, god yes, don't stop baby."

More irritating giggles from Lavender.

"Well this is what the star of the match get," she purred. It was just then that Hermione just noticed the raised position of her arm, and the pumping action of her fist. Oh dear god. She made a loud gasp, much too shocked to hide anymore. Lavender whipped her head around and squealed, jumping up from her position on the floor and running to hide behind Ron... leaving his member totally exposed.

"For fucks sake Lavender," he cursed, quickly (but clumsily) putting it away, before turning to Hermione, "Look, 'mione-" he began, walking away from Lavender and heading to Hermione with one hand outstretched. Hermione was no fool, and cut him off.

"No, you know what Ronald, you two carry on. Clearly sex is all you ever wanted, something you were never getting from me, so please, continue, with your new girlfriend," she charged away without looking back, leaving Ron to stare after her gaping, and Lavender trying to seduce him again. She had finally decided to leave the past behind.

Back in the prefect's bathroom, Hermione reflected. For goodness sake. Why on Earth did I have to see that to finally realise all he ever wanted... She sighed and rubbed her eyes. I need a break, she decided. She weakly pushed herself off the marble wall and padded across the room to the to the swimming-pool sized bath tub. Well, a bath has never failed to calm me in the past, she thought, looking at the jewelled faucet handles. She entertained herself for a while, playing with the all of the faucets, adjusting bubbles, scents, water heat; she always enjoyed this. After her bath had been crafted exactly to her liking, she slowly pulled off her clothes and stepped into the bath. The sudden warmth was a welcome shock, and she could already feel it pulsing through her, easing away her problems. She closed her eyes and sat on the step in the bath, resting her head on the ledge. She felt now she could think... clearly. She tried to identify her feelings, for they were that mixed in together that it was almost impossible before to tell. She knew there was a stranger feeling mixed somewhere in there, one that really didn't belong...

Well, let's see, she begun, of course there's anger. Anger at being utterly betrayed, treated like I don't exist, and then him acting like it was all just some big misunderstanding! Oh the nerve of that- no. Hermione, stop it. Calm down. Okay. So I guess there's sadness too, I just can't believe he would do that to me. Well, in all logic, he was always a better friend anyway, and even at that he was awful. Okay, we're doing well here, keep it up, and just work through them all.

She continued like this for quite some time, listing off all of the expected emotions given the situation. But then she hit the unexpected emotions. And that's when things got, well, interesting.

I'm actually hungry too. Maybe that's linked to- oh for goodness sake, I'm being silly, searching myself all over just to find this one, insignificant, emotion. But if it's 'insignificant' why is it affecting me so? Gah! It almost seems to be controlling me, I mean I've managed to reason all the rest of the feelings out, but none of them are it! Oh Merlin...

Hermione Granger hated nothing more than an unanswered question.

What is wrong with me? I'm all tense, shaking, blubbering on, clammy, wound up, I feel positively ill! She raised two shaking, submerged hands and pressed them lightly on her thighs, shivering at the sudden contact. She felt her body tense even further than before, and her legs were left tingling and sensitive. What on Earth was that? she thought, raising her hands out of the water to inspect them. Well there's nothing evidently wrong; well, besides that shivering, I've no idea what that's in aid of. The hands got put back in the water, and returned the thighs, resulting in the same feeling. It felt horrible at first touch, but in the same stroke, amazing. Without thinking, she pressed the hands harder into the soft flesh, shuddering as she dragged the heels of her hands down her thighs. These feelings were strange to her, thus enticing, addictive, like a drug. The rogue hands got closer to her inner thighs, and immediately picked up on warmth. Her fingers creeped along her skin until reaching the source of the warmth, touching it ever so gently. Hermione bit her lip and smothered a gasp as an amazing jolt pulsed through her body. She quickly whipped her head around, inspecting the door for unheard intruders at the awkward moment, but all was clear. Keeping alert as possible, she slid her fingers down her torso and brushed over her clit. So, this is what the intruder feeling is, she uttered quietly to herself, having finally identified it as lust.

Her fingers seemed to know what they were doing better than she herself, so she let instinct take over. After all, it's not like there was a book about this for her to learn off by heart. If there was, she hadn't stumbled across it. One index finger tenderly touched the sensitive bud, and the now familiar sensation flooded her body, pounding through her nerves. A middle finger joined the index, and together they stroked. She sat there almost awkwardly as her fingers did the work. She wondered how much force and time it would take to cum. She doubted she could even do it anyway, as she was much too paranoid that someone would suddenly burst in the room at any moment. Well, that, and the fact she didn't know what to think about to make herself go off the edge. She continued rubbing, biting her lip to keep quiet as she thought about different people, and felt the effect they had on her body. Harry? Nope, nothing. I'm not even going to consider Ron. Neville? Urgh, no, sorry Neville. Dean? Hm, possibly... she was going though the entire male population of Gryffindor, when she heard something that shot her nerves and froze them like ice, crushing her insides.

"Thinking of me, Granger?" said the familiar drawl. Oh dear god.