Okay, new story for everyone :) I literally cannot think of a decent title so if someone could suggest some I'd be eternally grateful!
As soon as the door opened and Professor Vector walked in, the whole class knew they were in trouble. She had that smile on her face that was reserved for very special occasions; the smile of doom, as it was called, for it normally hailed a pile-load of work that would take at least a month to complete.
Only one person reflected the smile back. A young woman, with honey brown waves which cascaded down her back, and whose eyes sparkled with the delight of being entertained with more work than most people could handle. For even after the fall of Voldemort during the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger still embraced the giving of knowledge, her pen between her lips and her brow furrowed lightly as she puzzled over the next part of the challenge. Ancient Runes was her best subject, for it required the most information and research, and she had only decided at the beginning of the school year that she was going to study it under one Vanessa Malgrad, a well-known and talented sorceress.
At least, that was the plan.
"Good morning, class," Professor Vector reached the front of the class and turned around, her robes wrapping themselves around her as she did, enhancing her shapely figure.
"Good morning, Professor Vector," the class chanted back.
"Today we will begin our NEWT project," Her eyes lit up with amusement as almost everyone in the class groaned. "Now, it is necessary to partner up to complete the project, but as with every year, I will keep the partners anonymous. You will not know who your partner is until the project is finished. You will correspond with your partner through charmed notebooks, which will not only disguise your handwriting, but will also prevent any names from being revelled, as well as any clues to your identity."
"Why do you do that?" Ginny asked, her hand raised.
"It makes everyone do the same amount of work," Professor Vector answered. "It has worked well in all the years which I have used it and I prefer it to happen that way. Now, we have quite a big class this year, so there will be many pairs."
"Have you picked the pairs yet, Professor?" Pansy Parkinson enquired.
"Yes, I have," Professor Vector waved her wand over a stack of notebooks that rested on her desk and they flew through the air, landing with a thump in front of everyone. "Inside is your designated task. Everyone will follow the same format, which I shall explain in a minute. Your notebook is keyed in to your partner, and will only show what your partner says. It is completely safe and anonymous."
Hermione picked up her notebook and eyed it with interest, running her hands over the pieces of parchment contained within, relishing the fresh-book smell that rose from the pages. Her hand flew across the parchment that she took notes on, the words perfectly spaced and even as she copied down exactly what her Professor was saying.
She was intrigued by the project – researching a particular Runes master, translating their work into English from Ancient Runes and then forming a spell which must be performed. Each pair had to come up with their own master and divide the book in half to translate half each and then work together, with all notes being written down individually for proof of own work.
Put simply, she couldn't wait to get started!
"Hey, guys," Hermione smiled at her two best friends as she sat down opposite them at dinner time.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry answered, his eyes peering at the latest Quidditch tactics as he absentmindedly put half a sausage in his mouth.
Ron merely mumbled through his ever present mouthful of food, and Hermione put her hand up in disgust as she caught sight of some of the half-chewed food. She looked around the table to see the choice of dinner, and then reached for the boiled potatoes and cold pork, topped off with cucumber and coleslaw. Although she didn't particularly eat well, she always made sure to balance a little bit of vegetables with her meals.
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny sat down next to her and reached for the mashed potato. "Who do you reckon our partners are?"
"I don't know," Hermione answered.
"Maybe we should check to see if it's each other!" Ginny gasped, grabbing hold of her book and writing into it the words, 'Hello, how are you today?'
Hermione opened up her book, but it was a disappointment as her words never showed up.
"I guess it's not us two then," Hermione smiled, secretly glad that she wasn't stuck with the bubbly red-head. She adored her like a sister, but she couldn't stand working with her on an academic project. Ginny was often annoying with her work, and whilst she did pull her weight, it didn't distract from the fact that Hermione often felt like strangling her with her own perfectly straight and silky hair.
"Oh, someone's written back," Ginny said happily.
'Hello to you too, I'm pretty good thanks, yourself?'
Hermione didn't see the reason why Ginny was so joyful over someone writing in a book, especially considering her past with Tom Riddle's diary, but she kept her mouth shut. Ginny scribbled back into the book, and then began to eat her dinner, stopping every so often to answer.
"What's Ginny doing?" Harry asked, finally noticing that Ginny was constantly writing.
"It's our Ancient Runes project," Hermione replied. "We're working with a partner but we're not allowed to know who it is and this book is our gateway to talk to one another."
"I see," Harry said, nodding his head. "That sounds kind of cool."
"Hey, babe," Dean joined the group, sitting down next to Harry and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
Yes, Harry Potter was gay. Hermione had known this for quite a while, as after Ron had left them during their Horcrux hunt, they had had a heart-to-heart, where Harry admitted to her that he had been having a secret affair with Dean during their last year at Hogwarts. Poor Ginny, she had merely been a front for him, but luckily it turned out that she had been enjoyed Seamus's Irish Charm on the side as well, so their break-up was completely amicable.
Once Harry had come out to the world (which was still amusing – he had turned up to accept his Order of Merlin, First Class, and then pulled Dean up on the stage and snogged him breathless – the papers the next day were hilarious), he received next to no backlash, as he hadn't realised that the wizarding world didn't mind about someone's sexual orientation.
"Hey, hun," Harry said, finally looking up from his tactics. "How are you?"
"Yeah, brilliant, thanks," Dean said, opening up his book and writing in it. "Just talking to some random person."
"Oh, the Ancient Runes project," Harry smiled at him. "Just no falling in love!"
"I won't because I love you," Dean snuggled up to Harry, and Hermione, Ron and Ginny all rolled their eyes and left them to their devices, heading up to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Hermione opened up her book and looked at it for a moment before writing in it.
Hello.
She watched the page for a moment before sighing. She knew that it was stupid idea. Talking to someone was never her forte. She had always had an overwhelming sense of not belonging, and sometimes she found it difficult to talk to people.
Hello. How are you?
She stared stupidly at the printed words for a few seconds before snatching up her quill and replying. A sense of nervousness and interest bubbled up inside her, and she realised how Ginny must have felt earlier. There was something fascinating about talking to a person that you'd known most of your life, but you had no idea who it was.
I'm good thanks, you?
Yeah, brilliant. Minor sarcasm there – I forget you can't read emotions through written words.
You can, just look at Shakespeare. And what's wrong?
It's weird talking to a book, and my ex is bothering me about getting back together again. She can't leave me alone!
Oh, so you're male…
And you're female
How did you know?
Lucky guess really. So thought of a Master yet?
I was think Rebecca Mooresta?
So was I. She's definitely the best! Plus, her writings are easily decipherable. It's difficult to read their handwriting sometimes.
Hermione paused for a second, her quill hovering in mid-air as she smiled to herself, delighted that her partner appeared to be well-read and also appeared to want to work as well. She definitely got lucky.
I agree completely. How about 'A Clear View into Ruins and their Runes'? It's simple and interesting.
Yes, sounds good to me. Anyway, I must retreat to my room before my bat of an ex-girlfriend comes flapping her wings around me again. Adieu.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.
Hermione bit her lip and blushed slightly as she read his last sentence, a smile crossing her face as she noticed that he used the turn of phrase used in Shakespeare's writing in reference to her earlier statement. Hermione laid down on her bed and placed the book underneath her pillow for safe-keeping, so it was within easy reach. As she closed her eyes, her brain projected an image of a smiling face, with bright playful eyes, but as much as she reached out to him, she couldn't see the features on his face.
Hermione awoke the next morning to a stream of sunlight coming through the stained-glass window and landing directly on a pillow, a delighting mixture of blues, greens and reds that she reflected onto her hand for a few moments, a vision of childish beauty with her behaviour.
Once she could tear herself away from the dancing colours, she reached under her pillow and quickly entered a greeting to her anonymous partner, secreting the book amongst the many books in her bag to keep it from her prying roommates. She grabbed her school uniform and some white satin underwear and slipping into the adjoining bathroom, stepping under the spray of constant hot water.
This was what she loved. Every two days she woke up earlier than the others and took a nice long shower to wash away the tiredness. With Hogwarts being a magical place, the hot water never ran out, so Hermione often just sat down in the shower, letting the water hit her shoulders, easing her muscles until she heard movements from her dormitory, at which point she would reluctantly leave the shower, dress herself and exit the marble room, drying her hair with a towel.
The two other girls who had come back from her Gryffindor year, Lavender and Parvati, never understood why she would use such a muggle method to dry her hair when there were numerous charms available to do that same thing, but Hermione found the constant brushing and drying therapeutic, setting herself up for the day ahead.
Hermione had been astonished that Lavender had even considered coming back this year. The conceited, giggling girl from previous years had suffered a terrible fate during the Battle of Hogwarts, sustaining such horrific injuries from Fenrir Greyback that it was miracle that she survived. However, his bites and slashes had left scars all across her face and body which she proudly displayed. Hermione had first thought that her old love rival would hide herself away from the world, but she had been pleasantly surprised to find that Lavender made no effort to hide her scars, and was a much more grounded and nicer person now.
In fact, Hermione would almost consider her to be a friend. Which was shocking, considering that Lavender was once more dating Ron, but this time was better behaved and not so clingy, in fact, she often berated him for not giving her enough space. Despite their heated kiss during battle, Hermione and Ron had never even mentioned it, let alone think about starting a relationship. It had merely been a desperate reaction to the situation, and they knew that it would never lead anywhere. They were definitely better off as friends; after all, Hermione would end up slaughtering him in a vicious manner if she had to put up with his table manners and idiotic behaviour all the time!
"Hermione, are you coming out yet?" Lavender shouted through the door.
"Yeah, give me just a sec!" Hermione yelled back, sighing as she picked herself up off the shower floor and stepped out, drying herself and getting dressed, continuing her morning routine as she left the bathroom, freeing up the shower for the dark blonde who was blinking blearily at her. "Good morning."
"Good morning to you too," Lavender yawned. "Figured out who your partner is yet?"
"No, not yet," Hermione glanced to her bag. "Have you?"
"It's a girl," Lavender answered. "I know that much. We should sit down together later with Parvati, Seamus, Dean, Ginny and Demelza and write down a list. She never said anything about not guessing!"
"Very true," Hermione agreed, as she began drying her hair. "Absolutely. I'll tell Ginny and Dean and get them to pass the message on to the other two. Seven o'clock in the common room."
Lavender shut the door behind her and Hermione heard the sound of the shower, and she averted her eyes when she saw that Parvati was getting dressed. All three of the girls had always been respectful of each other's privacy. They certainly didn't want to show the others their bodies under any circumstances, and when they had all become old enough to be considered about modesty, they had sat down and drawn up a set of rules which included not looking at an undressed person or borrowing someone's underwear. It kept things civil and simple that way.
Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out the book, opening it up to see if there was a message. There wasn't. It had only just gone seven though and Hermione doubted that her partner would even be awake, let alone have written a reply.
Once her hair was dry, Parvati attacked the nest with a brush and a comb, taming the beast into glossy ringlets.
"Thanks, Parvati," Hermione smiled at the Indian girl.
"You're welcome," she replied, turning back to her bed to pack her bag for the day.
Since returning to the school, Parvati had fixed Hermione's hair in return for Hermione's help with everyday menial tasks, such as mending clothes. Hermione was happy with the deal because it meant that for the first time she could actually look rather presentable on a day-to-day basis.
"Lavender, almost time for breakfast!" Parvati knocked on the door, and received a mumble in return. "She's going to sleep in the shower again."
Three times in two months Lavender had fallen asleep in the shower, and Hermione had had to wake her up with a miraculous spell which turned the water cold.
"I'm going to turn the water cold!" Hermione threatened. When she didn't receive a reply, she flicked her wand, and instantly there were loud shrieks from the bathroom, and an unhappy Lavender, clad only in a towel, stormed into the room.
"Why do you do this to me?" She asked, her voice high as she glared at both of them.
"Because you fell asleep again," Hermione said, before heaving her bag onto her shoulder and making her way down the stairs, where Ginny was waiting for her, as wide-awake and bubbly as always.
"I spent most of the night talking to my partner," she blurted out. "Oh, he's lovely! He told me all about his holidays in Italy and even spoke to me in Italian. He's so sweet and lovely, and he thinks I'm funny and interesting! Oh, I want to find out who he is!"
She continued to talk rapidly about her Italian-speaking love interest all the way down to breakfast, and when they sat down, she swooned slightly against Hermione, who was none to impressed about getting jam smeared on her face as she was about to take a bit of her toast.
"Well, tonight the Gryffindors who do Ancient Runes are getting together and trying to figure out who our partners are," Hermione said. "Will you come along?"
"Yes, absolutely," Ginny said breathlessly. "Hermione, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Ginny, you have no idea what he even looks like," Hermione said, a little crossly. "Calm down. Now make sure you tell Demelza, okay? Seven o'clock in the common room."
"Yeah, sure," Ginny sped off to find her fellow student.
Just as Hermione was about to bite into her toast once more, she was interrupted by the boys sitting down opposite her with their respective lovers joining them also. She glared angrily at them and moved down the bench so she could eat her breakfast in peace.
"Oh, Dean, Ancient Runes Gryffindors are meeting at seven in the common room to try and figure out our partners," Hermione said, leaning over to catch his attention. "Can you pass the message onto Seamus, please?"
"Yep, I'll do that in Transfiguration," Dean said, before turning back and beginning to fed Harry.
"Oh, for goodness sake," Hermione tutted, picking up her toast and leaving the Great Hall for the second meal in a row.
At seven o'clock promptly, Hermione sat down on the couch in the common room, a quill and parchment set out before her as she waited for the others. She had formed two columns on the parchment, one for boys and one for girls, and then subdivided each column into four, one for each house. She had already filled in the information for Gryffindor House, with the girls being herself, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati and Demelza, and the boys only consisting of Dean and Seamus.
Ginny was the first to arrive, barely able to contain her excitement at possibly finding out who her prospective beau was, and Demelza came shortly afterwards. It was almost ten past by the time that everyone showed up, and Hermione was beginning to get annoyed at the lack of punctuality within her house. Still, she managed to keep her voice calm.
"Okay, well this table will comply all the names of everyone in our Ancient Runes class," Hermione explained. "Then, once the table is complete, we will use it to try and deduce who our partners are."
After roughly about twenty minutes, the table was complete, and everyone was satisfied with the result.
It read as this:
Gryffindor girls
Lavender Brown
Parvati Patil
Ginevra Weasley
Demelza Robbins
Hermione Granger
Gryffindor Boys
Dean Thomas
Seamus Finnigan
Hufflepuff girls
Andie Clydon
Marcy Clearwater
Hannah Abbott
Hufflepuff boys
Sean Fudge
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Ravenclaw girls
Padma Patil
Luna Lovegood
Annabel Wilkes
Ravenclaw boys
Ernie Macmillan
Donald Sedwid
Slytherin girls
Pansy Parkinson
Daphne Greengrass
Millicent Bulstrode
Slytherin boys
Draco Malfoy
Blaise Zabini
Theodore Nott
William Armstrong
"That's a lot of names," Dean said, glancing over the list. "Normally, Professor Vector said that she only has about eight people in her NEWT class if she's lucky, here she's got twenty-four."
"Well, time to work out our partners," Hermione stared at the list. "Let's do Ginny first. What do you know about your partner?"
"Male, speaks Italian, holidays there often, came back to Hogwarts so is in the year above me," Ginny rattled off with a big grin on her face.
"Oh, shit," Seamus said, his Irish lilt laced with concern. "I know who it is."
"Ah, so do I," Hermione said, biting her lip as she looked her friend in the face.
One by one they all worked out who it was, and Ginny's face fell when she saw the look of concern upon their faces.
"Who is it then?"
"Blaise Zabini," they chorused.
"He was neutral," Hermione pointed out very quickly. "He was always really nice to me actually."
"He hangs around with Draco Malfoy," Ginny crinkled her nose.
"Hey, this morning you were singing his praises," Hermione berated her. "Don't just change your mind. Think about the person he actually is."
As Ginny began to talk with Blaise via the book, they paired up a few other people, like how Dean was partnered with Hannah Abbott, Lavender with Pansy Parkinson and Seamus with Luna Lovegood. Parvati and Hermione finally figured out that Demelza was talking to a handsome but slightly terrifying Theodore Nott, but their partners remained a mystery. Although they were both talking to guys, they didn't have enough clues about the person to figure out who it was.
"I'll keep hold of this for us," Hermione said to Parvati. "We'll talk again when we have more clues."
As she left, she felt a slight twitch in her pocket. She reached into it, a little puzzled, becoming even more confused when the only object in the pocket of her robes was her book. She flicked it open, and read the writing there.
Hello, I became annoyed at the constant checking of my book to see if you had written to me, so I placed a charm upon my book (which I hope has transferred to yours) which will alert me when you write something. Please let me know if my charm has worked.
Faithfully yours,
Leo (I came up with a false name – I thought it would be more preferable than having an anonymous friend).
Hermione felt her heart flutter slightly, and she clutched the book to her chest, heaving a deep sigh. For the first time in her whole life, she felt a nudge within her that she couldn't define. She felt excited that he had written to her, and now she had a name, albeit a false one, to refer to his as. Oh, what should her name be?
She dashed up to her dormitory, ignoring the pleading looks of her best friends who were knee-deep in transfiguration homework that was due in the next day and laid down on her bed with a quill in her hand, carefully drawing the curtains around her so that no-one could disturb her privacy.
Good evening to you, Leo.
I must say that your idea of going by other names was rather clever and it certainly does make much more sense to do it your way. Yes, your spell has resonated through; why didn't I think of that? It's ingenious so kudos to you, my friend. Have you checked out a copy of our book from the library yet? I have mine, although Madame Pince didn't seem particularly happy about me taking out an old, first edition book! Grumpy old sow.
Now, you have left me in a predicament. What should I call myself? I could lie to you and go by something exotic such as 'Goddess', but I am not exotic and certainly not a goddess, although I can brush up quite nicely . Do I go by something that would link to my name? But you seem like a smart person and I'm sure you could figure it out, and then you probably wouldn't want to talk to me because I'm not exactly an interesting person.
After much thought and consideration, I am now officially 'Babydoll', after one of my favourite female characters of all time. Now, I certainly don't look like Babydoll, but her innocent attitude combined with her sometimes ferocious nature is me all over. Plus, I love her whole outfit. It's super sexy.
Really am loving Leo,
Babydoll.
Hermione signed off the message with a flourish and smiled at her written words. Babydoll, a character from the fantasy film, Sucker Punch, had recently become one of her favourites, and it delighted her to be able to use the alias. She laid down on her back, the quill resting on the book as she closed her eyes.
Leo.
The single name spoke of sexiness, and Hermione could just imagine him leaning over her, his hand running up her side as his lips pressed against hers.
Hermione sat up suddenly, her face flushed. What was she thinking? She had never thought about anyone like that before, and it was astounding to her that this person, that she had never even met, could affect her in such a way.
Babydoll….mmmm I like it. ;)
You're right, it does speak of innocence. Are you innocent?
Yes, I have indeed checked the book out of the library and also received the infamous look from Pincey face, who delights in hating me in particular out of everyone. What's in the past is in the past, right?
Leo does link to my name in some aspect, but it's in such an obscure way that I doubt you would realise who I was. I use it often when making reservations now to avoid the publicity.
Would you consider getting to know each other better? I find you interesting, very much so, and I'd like to find out a bit more about you if you don't mind?
Leo
X
Hermione read over the words a few times, feeling her heart pick up its pace as she spotted the flirty nature of his words. No matter how she tried to look at it in other ways, the 'wink' face and the blatant question about her innocence was definitely flirting. Hermione absent-mindedly bit her lip as she thought about to what to reply.
Finally she picked up her quill and began to write. This person had no idea who she was; she might as well enjoy herself a little bit….
Leo, my innocence is a matter of speculation. In the aspect of killing someone? No, I am certainly not innocent. I'm not proud of it, but then again, battle requires sacrifice, doesn't it? In the matter of love, yes, I am innocent, which I'm sure will come as a surprise to you. Reaching my age and still retaining my 'innocence', as you put it, is an achievement, and I don't want ridicule about it, okay?
I'll take the first half of the book up to page 357 (end of Chapter 16), and you can take the rest of it, okay? That's roughly equal. Try and have it done in about two weeks? I really think the main part of our work project should be focussed on actually making a spell, rather than researching a master, even if Rebecca Mooresta is fascinating.
By getting to know each other, what do you mean?
Babydoll
X
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had just told a stranger, and a male one at that, that she was still a virgin. It wasn't as if she had a line of suitors piling up at door to woo her with flowers and promises of love to entice her into their bedroom for a night of sex.
Hey, Babydoll.
You're still a virgin, then? Don't worry, I'm not going to ridicule you for that, I think you are a fantastic person for doing that and I have the utmost respect for you. Most of the girls I know gave it up to the first person that said, 'I love you' to them, and it makes them cheap. What you have is special. Keep it until you feel ready, please. For now, we shall have a little harmless flirting, because I think you're lovely and would like to flirt with you.
I prefer the end of the book anyway so that works fine for me, Babydoll.
I mean, ask questions? Like I ask you two questions and answer them myself, then you answer the two questions and write two more questions. Such like this:
What is your favourite colour?
What is your favourite book?
Mine is Midnight Blue, it has an inky depth to it that shines under light that is simply bewitching.
My favourite book would have to be Stephen King's It. Clowns scare the living hell out of me (don't laugh at that, I haven't told anyone about that apart from my mother) and it took me years to finally finish that book.
Leo
X
The book twitched under Hermione's hand, and she rushed to open the page to read his message. When she read the entrant, she blushed at his praise of her. She felt her nervousness disappear, and she suddenly felt like being completely honest with him. She didn't know what it was; she was never one to trust anyone without knowing them for months first, but with this guy, she felt safe, a little embarrassed and playful, all without knowing him.
Leo,
First of all, thank you. Most people had already lost it by the time I was 16, and after a while people assumed I had slept with one of my closest friends. In fact, only my best girl friend knows the truth, and of course now you as well.
Oh I see. This could get interesting.
Emerald green (but don't tell everyone – it's the wrong House colour!)
Fifty Shades of Grey – EL James – it is an absolutely fantastic book. Enough said about it!
Okay, my questions are:
Are you an only child?
What do you want to do when you leave Hogwarts?
Yes, only child, and now orphan. My parents were killed during the last war, but not because of the war. They died in a hurricane.
I want to become a Runes Master
As ever,
Babydoll, at your service ;)
X
Oh, you're at my service now? I like the sound of that ;)
Fifty Shades of Grey? I haven't read it but I've heard a lot about it. Isn't that the one where the guy is a complete sadist and spanks the girl and stuff? Are you a secret sadist or masochist, Babydoll?
Yes, I am, although my Mother has tried to have more children. She can't.
I used to want to be an auror, but I have to take over the family business. There's no choice but to do it.
Okay, these questions are going to get much more personal now, but please answer them. I have to remember?
Who was the last person you masturbated over?
How far have you actually gone with a guy?
Ironically, Professor Vector! She has a lovely body and she once brushed up against me accidentally and it sent my whole body into shock. I blame a lack of sex!
I'm going to answer that question 'with a girl' – I've done pretty much everything if I'm honest. My ex-girlfriend was up for anything.
Leo
X
Oh, Leo, you naughty naughty boy. Been tossing yourself off over our dear mutual Professor. That's not very good etiquette, now, is it?
And well, let me put it this way – the spanking scene turned me on a lot and I read a lot of BDSM books – I don't think I'd like most of it being done to me but some of it is a definitely turn-on – mostly bondage if you know what I mean?
Okay, um, this will make you laugh, but it was actually my mortal enemy. I'm not going to tell you who exactly, because that might give away who I am, but this guy has hated me my entire life but I've always found him attractive.
And just kissing. Never further. Never even been touched below the neck. Damn, I sound sad.
If you could have any superhero power, what would it be?
What's your view on muggleborns?
I think that being able to influence what people do would be the best one. Being able to read someone's mind and then change what they think or what they do would be awesome
Well, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to wait until you answer that one.
Babydoll (who is now thinking about bondage….thanks) x
Hermione shifted out of her robes and school clothes, leaving herself clad only in her underwear on her bed. Having heard the other two come up and into bed about an hour ago, mid-way through her talk with Leo, she knew that they would be asleep. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, thinking about Leo. She couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have him touch her, her hands restrained above her head so that no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't touch him back.
Although she felt a little anxious about her last question, the thought fled from her mind as she slid her hand down her stomach and touched the top of her satin panties, imagining that it was his hand trailing down her body. Her breathing quickened and just as she was about to touch her aching bud of nerves, the book twitched next to her ear, making her jump and then laughed a little nervously.
Oh dear, Babydoll, it sounds to me as if my innocent girl is getting rather naughty herself.
I'd like to be invisible, so that I wouldn't have to do have the stuff or hang around with half the people.
It's ironic you should ask me that one actually. I'll be perfectly honest with you and say that I was brought up in a prejudiced household and was taught to hate them, but I realised the errors of my ways. Muggleborns are exactly the same as us – it's simple. I'm guessing you asked that one because you are yourself muggleborn? That's absolutely fine with me
I only have one question for you now.
The thought of you being aroused is causing me to have a bit of a problem. Would you consider masturbating for me?
Leo x
Hermione read over the last paragraph and bit her lip, an inner conflict occurring between her brain and her body. Her brain was ordering her to not be so stupid and disgusting. After all, she could be talking to a complete weirdo, someone who was only talking to her now because he thought he could get something out of it. But her heart told her different. He was funny and courteous, and he remembered small little quirks. In fact, even though he had been the one to first talk sexually, she had gone along with it. Should she stop now?
Her body was screaming for her not to, desperate for release. She urgently wanted to relieve the pressure that was currently residing in her lower belly, and her thighs were rubbing together of their own will in an attempt to provide some friction.
Leo,
Yes, I will. I'm about to start now.
Babydoll
Almost instantly she received a message back.
Good Babydoll, I'm pleased by this.
She paused over the paper, unsure of what to write, but before she could, he wrote to her again.
What are you wearing now?
Just my underwear
Ooo, nice, Babydoll. What colour/type?
White satin – bra with lace around the edges and lacy straps and the panties are French knickers.
Sounds sexy. I'd love to see you in them some day. Now, here's what I want you to do. Touch your breasts through the bra.
Hermione followed his instructions, laying down on the bed with her feet planted down on the bed and her knees raised. Realising that he was going to tell her what to do, she levitated the book above her head so she could have both hands free. Then, taking a deep breath and calming her heartbeat, she cupped her breasts through the material of her bra, feeling the nipples peak and harden underneath. She began to tease them, lightly pinching each nipple before massaging her breasts, alternating the pleasure with small amounts of light pain which sent a shiver of arousal down to her lower belly.
I can imagine you doing that, Babydoll. Now, undo your bra and relish your breasts.
She unsnapped her bra and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes beside the bed, and began to treat her breasts more roughly, closing her eyes and imagining that he was touching her, he was the one who was teasing her, not allowing her to release the pressure.
Can you take your nipple into your mouth? How big are your breasts?
I can easily fit my nipple into my mouth, Leo. And my breasts are a handful.
Good, now put one of your nipples in your mouth and suck. Close your eyes and imagine it's me.
Hermione followed his directions, tilting her head down slightly and pushing her breast up towards her mouth to place the small peak between her lips, her saliva lubricating the tip even before she began to suck. She closed her eyes softly, feeling her eyelashes lightly tickle her cheek, and instantly she could imagine that it was him doing such wicked things to her breast, enhancing her pleasure even more as she continued to pinch and massage the other breast.
Bite it
She opened her eyes long enough to read the two words and then she bit down on her nipple, feeling such intense pain and pleasure that she gasped out, the breast slipping from between her teeth as her back arched off the bed, experiencing pleasure like never before. She could tell with her satin underwear that she was soaking wet, more so than ever before, and she silently begged for him to allow her to. It never even cross her mind to disobey him and seek her release early; she was too lost in the moment to even think about the consequences of her actions.
Babydoll, touch your knickers and feel how wet you are already. I bet you're soaking through your white knickers.
Oh, I am, please, Leo, let me have my release. Please, I can't take much more.
Are you begging me? Oh, poor thing, there's no need to beg. You can touch yourself, but don't cum until I say you can. We'll cum together.
You're masturbating?
As if I would let you do something like that without me doing it as well. Yes, I really am tossing myself off to the thought of you doing it.
Hermione felt so incredibly turned on in that very second that she moaned, thankful for the silencing charms that automatically went up when the curtains were drawn. She slipped her hand down her knickers and touched her swollen bud, gasping when the pleasure slipped through her body. She moved her hand a little lower down and felt the wetness, astonished to see her hand shining in the dim candlelight from the moisture when she checked it. She slowly slipped one finger inside, feeling her hips automatically move to ask for more, and she inserted another finger, beginning to thrust in and out. She kept watching the book, hoping for his allowance, but every time she came close, she had to stop to calm herself down before she came.
Oh, Babydoll, I'm so close.
Hermione grabbed hold of the quill and wrote with a shaky hand.
You're close? I've had to stop myself from orgasm so many times already. PLEASE LET ME CUM!
Okay, Babydoll, count down five seconds and then you can come.
She counted down five exact seconds, thrusting her fingers in and out quickly, desperate for the release. Just as she reached five in her head, she fell over the edge, a thousand lightning bolts setting her nerves on fire, her inner walls contracting around her fingers as she came, her toes curled up as she rode on the most explosive orgasm she had ever had.
When she came back down, she was aware that the walls of the room were shaking. She sat up, wrapping a blanket around herself, suddenly realising the cold. After about thirty seconds, the shaking stopped, but she remained confused. Yes, that orgasm had been fantastic, but enough to literally make the room shake? Doubtful.
Did you feel that shaking?
Yes, I did. That was so strange. I've never felt anything like that before.
Me either. Ummm, Leo, it's getting late and I'm tired. I have to be up in four hours.
I understand, Babydoll. Sleep well, my darling. Thank you for what you did. I realise that it must have been hard considering you don't even know who I am, but I hope that it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me.
Always,
Leo
Xoxo
Leo,
It was indeed enjoyable; I think that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had so I should be the one thanking you.
I'll talk to you tomorrow,
Remember to work on the translation.
Babydoll
Xoxo
A/N: That's one chapter down - this won't be a very long story, I'm thinking about 20 thousand words? I'd appreciate any input, good or bad, and of course, a title!