Word prompt – Secrets
Hermione threw a furtive glance over her shoulder, thinking she heard a creak of the floorboards. She had completed her prefect rounds early and had decided to find a little reprieve in the library.
The entrance desk looked diminished and eerie without Madam Pince's presence. Hermione's feet followed a familiar path to her nook tucked away on the second floor of the library. She knew that she really shouldn't be using the library for this sort of escapades but the dorm barely had any privacy especially now that Lavender had started dating Ron…
A frown etched itself on Hermione's pale pink lips and she shook her head, trying to rid herself of those miserable thoughts. Lavender Brown could have Ron and Hermione deserved better.
She lit the candles around her nook which really was a nook, hidden behind two large oak bookcases that were packed with leather bound books that hasn't been touched in years. Hermione sat down on the conveniently placed winged backed armchair, her honey-brown eyes darting around once more to make sure that she was the only one in the library.
Settling back, Hermione allowed herself to relax against the soft cushions while thinking of the miserable week she just had. The awful thing about Ron and all because of the forsaken Slug Club, Hermione shivered, if only Ron knew what the Slug Club really was behind the prestigious pretense that Professor Slughorn spun.
She allowed her legs to part, one hand slowly sliding to her thigh while the other toyed with her nipple through her blouse. Although devastated, there was secretly a part of her that was ecstatic. No longer did she have to be the one suffering Ron's inexperience fumbling with her buttons and hooks. Hermione's eyes involuntarily closed as her finger tips brushed her nipple. No longer did she have to feel his fingers poking and prodding roughly at places that should be should gently massaged.
A small smile appeared on her lips now as her right index finger came into contact with her clit. She toyed with it for a couple of seconds, tracing miniscule circles that caused her cheeks to flame and her teeth to bite down hard on her lower lip to stop the purr at the back of her throat. Tossing her head back, Hermione pressed herself further against the chair, trying to open her legs more but her hand movements were constricted by the floral panties she wore.
She slid them off and allowed it to dangle off her left foot as she stretched herself further, each leg now hanging off each of the armrests and her skirt bunched up around her waist. Sighing a little, Hermione toyed with her hardened nipple as her right hand palmed her pussy, feeling the short curls there. Pressing her palm against her clit, she felt herself growing wet and images of someone, anyone, helping her with this predicament excited her.
She remembered Victor, could still feel the stubble of his chin against her cheeks. Oh God, what it would be like to have that stubble between her legs right now. Two fingers pressed down on her moistened clit causing just the tiniest of squeaks to escape her lips.
Wouldn't that be divine?
To have a hot tongue just slide into her pussy, Hermione's body tensed a little as she slid her two fingers into herself, feeling the tight moist walls. The pad of her thumb pressed on her clit. Maybe have his tongue lick her clit too?
Oh, yes.
Her fingers started to fly in and out at a faster pace, causing her to squirm on the chair. Beneath her the apple green of the cushion was beginning to show a damp spot forming. She had read something in a Witch Weekly's magazine once… something about hitting the right spot. Hermione angled her wrist, thumbing her clit over and over.
The obscene sound of wet skin was getting louder with each passing second.
A sloppy schlick, schlick, schlick.
The tip of her finger suddenly connected with that area and Hermione felt her toes curling as the familiar butterflies in her stomach started to fill her.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Hermione's eyes flew open and her eyes locked with the dark brooding eyes of the speaker.
Her orgasm heightened, Hermione squirted out a clear liquid from her pussy, drenching the cushion and the carpet beneath.
"Quite a mess you've made, Miss Granger." Professor Snape murmured.