It has been 2 years since the defeat of Voldemort, I have never been afraid of saying his name, and I am sitting in the Leaky Cauldron having a butter beer after a hard day at work. I am only half way through my first one when I hear a commotion and turn to see what it is. I see Harry Potter and Hermione Granger walk up to the bar and sit down only a few stools away from me. I was a classmate of theirs but I doubt they know who I am. I was a Gryffindor but a shy one. I never could figure out why the sorting hat put me there. I would be the one eating by myself at meals and in the library studying or just writing fantasy stories, mostly fan fictions which are popular in the muggle world. I grew up in the muggle world being a half-blood but I don't care about blood status I see the person for who they are and not what they are. I was in the same year as Hermione and Harry so when they looked in my direction and saw them smile I thought that they might have recognized me but then Tom the barkeep walked by and their eyes followed him. I sigh and take another sip of my drink. Then I take out my muggle notebook and pen and started writing. I have about 2 pages full when I hear Hermione laugh at something Harry said. I look up and watch her. She looks as if she is moving in slow motion; her beautiful smile that shows her perfect white teeth, her deep brown eyes twinkling as she laughs, tossing her long wavy hair behind her shoulder. She picks up her drink and sips at it, her soft pink lips touching the glass rim making me jealous of the liquid entering her mouth. I go to reach for my drink feeling my mouth suddenly dry but miss it and knock it over spilling it all over my notebook and off the counter soaking my robes.
"Shit" I say as I bolt upright and wipe myself off. Then bend over to pick up the broken glass. I hear someone come over to help me. "Th…th…thanks." I stutter in embarrassment as I look up to see Hermione Granger looking at me smiling.
"Oh, no problem." She smiles at me wiping up the liquid with a towel.
"Ouch." I shout as I piece of glass cuts me when I'm not paying attention. I go to put it in my mouth to suck on the blood but she quickly grabs my wrist.
"Don't do that there might be some glass in there and you will cut your lip." She says as she helps me stand up. "Harry, grab my bag for me please." I look and see Harry Potter, savior of all wizard kind, make his way over with a brown leather bag.
"You know you could have just used your wand." He says handing Hermione her bag and smiling at me. I blush.
"I…I…I'm sorry old ha…habits die hard when you live wi…with muggles." I say nervously.
"I know exactly what you mean" Hermione says. "I am always doing things the hard way." She smiles as me as she digs in her bag and pulls out a pair of tweezers. "I always find these more useful than a wand when getting out slivers." She pinches the tweezers at me then takes it to my finger and grabs a piece of glass sticking out. "Especially since it is usually the wand giving me the slivers." She giggles pulling out the glass and laying it on a napkin. She then gets an ice cube from her empty water glass and rubs it on my finger washing off the blood and stopping the bleeding. She then wipes it off and blows on it. I stare at her pooched lips and imaging kissing them. I have had the biggest crush on Hermione since Hogwarts about 3rd year when she started developing. I hear myself let out a small moan. I see her look up at me and smile. I blush and turn a bright red. I quickly pull my finger away and grab my bag.
"ummm thanks I…I…I should get going." I toss a few kunts on the counter top and rush out the door.
"Hey Tom do you know who she is I didn't get her name and she left her notebook." Harry asks handing the notebook to Hermione.
"oh she is a regular. Frequents 2-3 times a week. She usually sits at the back table writing in that." Tom points to the notebook which Hermione is thumbing through. "I believe her name is Marie. She is very quiet. I never see her in here with anyone."
"Hmm… I guess we'll have to come back again soon and see if we can catch her." Hermione says slipping the notebook in her bag. "Shall we go Harry I'm getting a little tired."
"Of course Mione." Harry pays for their drinks and the broken glass. "Shall we?" he holds his arm out for Hermione to take she smiles.
"We shall." She takes his arm and slings her bag over her shoulder and they exit together walking to their flat a few blocks away.
A few minutes later they arrive and Hermione heads straight to her bedroom.
"Would you like some tea?" harry says.
"No thanks I think I'm just going to go to bed maybe do some reading."
"Oh ok night." He goes over to her and kisses her forehead.
"Night Harry thanks for the drinks." She smiles and enters her room and closes the door behind her locking it. She sets her bag on her desk and takes the notebook out. Sitting on her bed she opens it. She knows it is wrong to read it without permission but she saw how I was concentrating hard on it as I was writing. She lies back against her pillows and opens it to the first page seeing the title "Love from afar" and she starts reading it.
It is about a student who is in love with a fellow student but is afraid to let out her feelings because they are both girls and thinks of herself as invisible.
Hermione continues to read as the shy girl watches the more popular girl she loves swoon over a boy who doesn't care about her except as a way to improve his grades. Hermione feels like the object of the main characters love and lust seems awful familiar. The story ends at graduation and the love is still unrequited and unnoticed.
The next story involves a lesbian couple truly and deeply in love with one another. The characters descriptions seem familiar to the ones before but different personas. One is feminine with brown curly wavy hair and brown eyes while the other is blonde and has blue eyes with a more tomboyish flare. The story is just a short one shot on the couple's anniversary. It is mainly a love making scene.
Story Excerpt
Ana slowly caresses her loves perky breasts before leaning down and slowly licking around the light mauve nipple, causing it to harden. Jean moans as Ana takes the nipple in her mouth and sucks on it slowly, her hand snaking over the body beneath her. Jean slides her fingers into Ana's blonde hair and holds her closer. Ana lightly bites the nipple causing Jean to scream.
"Oh Ana." and Ana moans into Jean's breast then kisses her way to the other breast where Hermi Jean's nipple is already hard. I Ana latches on and sucks harder. She moves her hand down between Jeans thighs slowly tracing circles over the soft flesh of Jean's lower stomach and inner thighs. Jean starts moving her hips and spreads her legs wider for Ana. "Please love I need you." Jean pleas.
"Anything you want my love." Ana replies as she presses her fingers to Jean's throbbing clit and slowly rubs it and dips her fingers down wetting them in Jeans juices and spreading it over the hard bud.
"Oooohhh" Jean moans and arches up gripping Ana's hair harder pulling her up to look at her. Ana just smiles then leans back down kissing Hermione's breast bone and down her stomach closer to her sex. Ana slides her fingers down teasing her lover's dripping opening slowly rimming it as her lips move closer and closer painfully slow for Jean's liking. "now love, suck my clit now!" Jean shouts pushing Ana down. Ana giggles at her love's directness. I obey her orders and capture the throbbing bud in my mouth sucking on it, at the same time pushing two fingers slowly into Hermione's tight opening. "aaaahhhhh yessss Marie" Hermione moans.
"mmmm" I moan vibrating her bud in my mouth, making Hermione buck up… ~
By now Hermione has realized this story is about her and me. The name changes in it confirmed what she already thought. She is squirming in her pajamas as she reads on, rubbing her thighs together trying to get some relief. But it's just not cutting it. She lays down the notebook and quickly strips off her clothes then gets back in bed completely nude. She lies on her side so she can read the notebook and have both hands free to touch herself. She picks up where she left off as she caresses her breasts and pulls on her nipples. She moans pinching a little harder feeling it go straight to her clit. She gets to the part where "she" is climaxing in the story and stops reading needing her own release. She closes her eyes and imagines that I am there with her reenacting the scene as she slides her hand down her stomach and between her legs. She slides her fingers into her slit and rubs her throbbing bud. She gasps and arches off the bed. She has never been this turned on and wet before. She moans as she continues to rub moving faster and harder. Feeling herself approach her peak she stops and moves her fingers to her opening and slowly inserts two fingers deep inside herself. Groaning at how hot she is inside. She moves in and out quickly picking up the pace curling her fingers hitting her g-spot.
"Ooohhhh" she moans and groans louder. She starts panting heavily as she reaches her peak. "Marie!" she shouts as she cums hard and long. She slows her movements as the waves of pleasure slowly subside deep inside her. She lies on her back panting eyes closed.
"Hermione? You ok?" Harry knocks on the door.
"I'm perfect." She says rather wispy sounding.
"You sure I thought I heard you scream."
"Oh you did" her smiles to herself.
"Oh….oh!" Harry figures out what she means. "Well if you need a hand I'll be in my room." He says with a smile on his face
"Oh I will." She laughs. "Night Harry."
"Good night Mione."
Hermione giggles to herself and grabs the note book flipping through it seeing how many stories there are she sees that the whole thing is almost filled. She flips to the last entry the one I was writing in the cauldron. She reads it.
Story Excerpt
"She just walked in. the woman I have wanted since I was 13 years old. The woman I have loved since I first saw her. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. But I can never have her, never hold her in my arms, never comfort her when she needs comforted. Never be able to watch her as she gives birth to our children or have her by my side as I give birth to our children or even both. She is so beautiful and amazing. I secretly bought a picture from Colin in our last year so I could always look at it. But it isn't the same. I have even tried to date other women even a few men. But I just couldn't let them suffer as I loved another. And I can't go tell her that I love her cause she has her own love and all I want is for her to be happy and if being with Harry is what she wants then I will always just love her from afar unrequited and unnoticed.
Maybe one day I can convince myself to move on but I know I won't be able to. My heart aches and breaks just even thinking about giving up but it is my own fault for not even trying. I'm not brave and outgoing. I have never figured out why I was sorted into Gryffindor in the first place. If it had placed me somewhere else maybe I wouldn't be in this dilemma. But that is not what happened and now I live a lonely life in my mother's guest house working at a gay and lesbian muggle book store near the leaky cauldron hoping maybe she'll stop in, but I highly doubt it because I think she is straight or bisexual which would be a dream for me but only Merlin knows. But for now I will just go on living and dreaming. At least I have my picture of her and my imagination without those I would surely be lost. So as my final thought I say:
I, Siriana Marie Whyte-Black, named for my father, love Hermione Jean Granger, the brightest witch in the world, and all I wish is for her to be happy and healthy and live a long prosperous life."
Hermione wipes a tear from her eye. "How could I have been so blind? How could have everyone been so blind. I need to find her. I'll have Harry look up her address tomorrow at the ministry." She hugs the notebook and falls asleep.