Hermione Granger was unhappy. It was a vauge, gnawing unhappiness, without any apparent cause, but none the less, it was so persistant she couldn't focus on her reading. She sighed and gazed unseeingly out of the window. Twirling her hair around her finger, she missed it when Ron asked her the same question twice.
"Hermione!"
"Hmm?"
"I asked what you put for number six."
"Oh. I don't know. I haven't gotten there yet."
"What do you mean, haven't gotten there yet?"
"I dunno. I'm just not there."
"Are you feeling okay?" Harry asked her.
"I guess not. Maybe I'll go lay down."
"I wonder what's wrong with her?" Ron asked after she left. Harry shrugged.
The girls' dormitory was empty when Hermione arrived. She knew the other girls where in various classes and activities. The windows were open, letting in a deliciously warm breeze. Hermione laid down on the bed and with a wave of her wand, the bed hangings closed around her. With a second wave, her clothes were off. A third, and she began to grow wet in between her legs. She began to touch her breasts, rubbing the nipples until they were hard. She smoothed her hands down her stomach, to the crevice in between her legs. She rubbed her fingers all over herself until she could hear little wet noises. She flicked her clit until she had to bite her lips to keep herself from crying out. She flicked her wand and transfigured her left hand into a phallic shape. She slid it in and out, faster and faster, until she finally shuttered and came, gasping as the walls of her pussy grasped the phallus. She cleaned herself up and redressed with a wave of her wand, and went back downstairs.