I own nothing. Sexual themes. Femmslash. Enjoy!
Harry, Ron, and I were sitting at the Gryffindor table eating lunch on a stormy Saturday. Since the weather was so bad today most people were also in the dining hall. The doors opened up and a soaking wet girl walked in.
"Ah," Professor Dumbledore said smiling at the girl, "Miss Collins, you're here."
"Yes Professor," the girl said in a soft, calm voice, "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Do not worry about it," he said waving the apology off, "Please take a seat at your table and after meet me in my office."
"Yes, sir," she said before going to the very end of the Gryffindor table and sitting down.
My eyes traveled over to her and I saw that she wasn't eating anything. She had long blond hair with red tips and bangs that went over her right eye. Her skin was an almost porcelain white and really stood out against the outfit she was wearing. Her eyes on the other hand, were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They were a dark blue with flecks of brown in them.
Her outfit consisted of an emerald green miniskirt with black strips running through it, a short sleeved black corset with green strings tying it up, black and green stripped leggings, and black spiked Mary-Jane's.
"Hermione," Harry said waving a hand in front of my face.
"Sorry," I said looking back at him, "Did you say something?"
"I asked if you wanted to go talk to the new girl," he said giving me a confused look.
"No," I said smiling, "She looks fine right now. We can talk to her later."
"Alright," he said standing up, "Well let's go back to the Common Room."
"Okay," I said standing up as Ron did.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore said from the teachers table, "May I see you in my office?"
"Sure," I said trying to think if I did anything wrong.
"You're not in trouble," he said laughing slightly at my expression.
"I'll see you guys later," I said waving Harry and Ron off.
I started to walk to Dumbledore's office when I noticed that the new girl was no where in sight. Sighing I finished my walk to his office without running into anyone. My mind was on the girl the whole time, but I didn't know why.
"Come in Miss Granger," Dumbledore said before I knocked on the door.
Walking into the room I saw the new girl standing by Fawkes petting his head softly. She looked content enough, but I saw that deep in her eyes she held a lot of pain. From what I could see she looked about fifteen, my age.
"Ah," Dumbledore said standing up, "Miss Granger I was hoping that you would show our new student around."
"I would love to, sir," I said smiling.
"Miss Collins," he said motioning for the girl to come to us, "This is Miss Hermione Granger. She will be showing you around the grounds and has all of the same classes as you. If you have any questions you ask her or myself."
"Thank you, sir," she said her voice musical.
"Now, Miss Granger, I trust that you can do this," he said his eyes twinkling.
"Of course, sir," I said nodding.
"Than I must wish you both a good night," he said walking up stairs.
"Good night, sir," I said as we left the room.
As the new girl and I started to walk I tried to come up with things to say. I knew nothing about this girl and I could guess that I was only picked because I was going to see her the most.
Walking with the new girl gave me time to look closer at her face. Her eyes were still the most gorgeous part of her that I could see and her hair was the perfect cut for her face.
Her face was round and her lips were full. There really wasn't anything else I could say besides that she was beautiful. Her eyes, her hair, her clothes, they all fit her so well.
She must have noticed that I was staring because she looked at me with a curious expression. I smiled quickly and looked around the corridor. When she didn't say anything else I looked back at her and realized that I didn't know her name.
"As you know I'm Hermione Granger," I said casually, "What's your name?"
"Rayne Collins," she said softly, "You can call me Collins if you want though."
"Rayne," I said to myself, "I like that version of your name."
"Thank you," she said nodding her head.
"How old are you?" I asked hoping I was right.
"I'm fifteen," she said tugging on the strings on the corset.
"I am too" I said trying to keep her talking, "Where are you from?"
"I used to live in America before I got a letter saying I could come here, but my dad was a wizard too so he taught me at home," she explained with a sigh, "My dad had cancer and died, so I wrote to Professor Dumbledore asking if I could come here to finish my schooling. I wanted to be there with him when he died, which is why I was late this year."
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.
"I think that's the first time someone has told me they were sorry and I believed them," she said looking at me, "And thank you, I think my dad would have liked you. You seem nice so far."
"Thank you," I said blushing slightly, "So, you live with your mother now?"
"No," she said shaking her head, "My mom died giving birth to me. I was just my dad and I. I'm not sure where I'm going to be staying at the end of this year."
"Oh," I said sadly.
"Don't worry about me," she said calmly, "I'm sure I can figure something out."
"I hope so," I said as we came to the painting of the Fat Lady, "This is the door to the Gryffindor Common Room. You need a password to get in and sometimes they change. At the moment it is trench."
"Trench," she said causing the painting to swing open.
"Now this is the commons room and there are two sets of stair cases," I explained easily, "One for the girls, this on, and one the boys, that one."
"Do people not stay in there often?" she asked looking around and seeing almost no one.
"People do stay in here, but usually at night," I said smiling, "Since the rains let up most people are outside or in the library. I'll show you to our room."
"The girls share rooms?" she asked as we walked up stairs.
"Yes," I said opening the door, "Us and another girl stay in this room."
"Who else stays in here?" she asked looking at the three beds.
"Lavender Brown," I said trying not to roll my eyes.
"I take it you're not a fan of hers," she said walking over to my bed.
"No," I said shaking my head, "Her and I don't really get on."
"Is there anything else?" she asked touching the blanket softly.
"No," I said smiling again, "Your bed is right there."
"Thank you," she said turning and walking to her bed, "I'm going to sleep for a few hours. Hopefully I will be awake for dinner. I was too nervous to eat during lunch."
"I could wake you up," I said as she started to take her shoes and leggings off.
"That would be much appreciated," she said grabbing a bag laying at the end of the bed and pulling out a black tank top and black short shorts.
"I'll be back around seven then," I said watching as she pulled her shirt off to put the tank on.
Rayne's skin looked so soft. I found myself wanting to walk over and run my hands over her stomach and kiss her senseless. Her bra was a simple black and covered her breasts perfectly. She had a flat stomach and her breasts fit her body wonderfully.
"Hermione," Rayne said letting the tank top drop.
"Sorry," I said blushing thinking she saw me staring.
"For what?" she asked confused.
"I got caught up in my thoughts," I lied instantly, "I didn't hear what you said."
"Oh," she said tugging her skirt off showing her panties matched her bra, "I was hoping I could sit with you at dinner, if it wouldn't be a hassle."
"No, it wouldn't be a hassle," I said my eyes never leaving her legs as she pulled the shorts up, "I'd be happy if you sat with me."
"Thank you," she said letting a ghost of a smile trace her lips.
"No problem," I said taking a deep breath, "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Yes," she said climbing into bed, "Good-bye Hermione."
"Sweet dreams Rayne," I said walking out of the room.