Hermione sucked the tip of her quill as she daydreamed about a rather dirty topic to be thought about in the middle of Potions class. She was rudely startled back to reality by Professor Snape slamming his palm on the desk Ron, Harry, and herself shared. He glared at them all through the floppy curtain of his greasy hair.

"Truth potions!" He announced. "When brewed correctly, these potions will force the drinker to spew out truth. Good for finding out stuff, these are more commonly known as Veritaserum."

Hermione couldn't help herself. "But sir, those are extremely advanced, farther than just NEWT level-"

"I don't remember asking your opinion, Granger. Five points from Gryffindor." Fuming , Hermione looked back down at her book. She didn't even know why she was so concerned about making these potions. They were quite simple for her at least. Then it struck her. Of course, she didn't want anyone to find out about her.. sexual activities.

"As Granger rudely said, Veritaserum is an extremely advanced potion to brew. Therefore, all of you have all week to try and present me with a satisfactory attempt at it. On Friday, we will test them to see how miserable you lot are at potionmaking. I would not be surprised if one of you gets poisoned." Hermione gasped silently. That's gotta be against some sort of law, I'm sure of it! She frantically thought. Instantly, her mind went into overdrive, trying to find excuses to not have to show up. Unfortunately, she failed. Bitter, Hermione set to work on lighting her cauldron as Snape magically wrote instructions for making Veritaserum on the board. After all, maybe she was just paranoid. But better safe than sorry.

That night, Hermione sighed in frustration as she finished one essay and set to work on another. What were the teachers thinking, giving them all this homework? And near Christmas! Hermione jumped about a mile as a familiar voice arose from behind her.

"Still doing homework?" Ron sat down next to her, grinning. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Come on, it's Christmas soon. Don't you think you should enjoy yourself a bit? Relax?" Ron's hands drift up to her shoulders and massage them. Hermione groaned in relief but looked at him stubbornly.

"No, Ron, I have five essays to finish before Thursday. Please leave me alone." Hermione waved him away and set back to work; however, she was troubled. Ron had never done anything like that before. She can't even remember him ever hugging her! And the way he was looking at him... Hermione saw the mischief in his eyes not unlike the twinkle you would find in Fred and George's. Oh shit, was he saying what I think he was saying?! Hermione thought, suddenly disturbed. She had never thought about Ron that way! Even throughout all the really effing kinky shit she did, she never even considered thinking about Ron for her sexual fantasies. Her main guests, instead, were Viktor Krum, a few cute Hufflepuffs, and, though she hated to admit it, Ron's older brothers. But Ron? Unbearable. He was just too annoying. Hermione went to bed after finishing a second essay with a flourish.

Hours later, Hermione awoke suddenly for no reason. She was slightly disoriented and groggy. After a few seconds, Hermione decided to get up and walk around the common room; tonight seemed like another restless night.

Hermione slowly went down to the common room of Gryffindor, her feet whispering on the cold stone floor, which went goosebumps up her body and chills up her spine. She sat down in front of the warm fire feeling as though she had just settled into a hot bath. She had just kneeled down when the faint sounds of light footsteps told her she wasn't alone.

"Can't sleep, Hermione?" Harry sat down next to her. She nodded .

Maybe it was off topic, but Harry noticed recently he had a little crush on Hermione. What she lacked in bust, she made up for in legs; they were always silky smooth, always perfectly creamy and pale, and Harry, being a raging thigh guy, found that the only thing he wanted was to push Hermione down on her back and bury his face into her soft fleshy heavenly thighs. With her consent, or course. Harry was still a well mannered gentleman.

Hermione stared into the fire, slightly embarrassed. She was only wearing a short, white shirt and undies. But those undies happened to have a small wet patch. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't deny that seeing Harry checking her out in her skimpy nightclothes kinda turned her on. Also, he was basically wearing the same thing, just boxers instead of panties.

Neither of them knew how, all of a sudden, they were making out (AN: ickyy) on the stone floor. Maybe it was the sexual tension that had always sizzled between them. Maybe it was the fact that both of them had never done it before, and the opportunity seemed to have presented itself. Or perhaps it was the fact that Hermione noticed the raging erection going on in Harry's thin boxers.

Hermione and Harry battled for dominance and the title of being "On Top", but Harry, being stronger from Quidditch, quickly won. Hermione gasped as Harry poked his tongue inside of her mouth and twisted her fingers in Harry's hair. It was kinda oily, bad genes and all, but she didn't care right now. Harry slipped his hand down her stomach and into her underwear. He tugged at it, and that's when Hermione suddenly sat up, pushing Harry off of her.

"What? Did I do something?" Harry asked, visibly disappointed that he didn't get to go further, as any teen boy would. Hermione shook her head.

"No, it's just that... I don't think I'm ready to lose my V-card just yet. I mean, I am, but I want it to be, like, special, y'know?" She said . Before Harry could say anything, she rushed on. "Like, I want it to be dirty in a way, but not like, germs dirty. Like, in a bed. With passion. A bed your friends/family see everyday and sometimes interact with, not on the stone cold and, by the way, very uncomfortable floor. So maybe, since I'm definitely still horny, we could try something non-penetrative?" Hermione shrugged a bit. Harry nodded okay. He picked her up and tossed her on one of the cushiony chairs around the fireplace and clambered back on top of her, emitting a giggle from her. He rubbed his erection against her crotch and groaned, then latched his lips onto hers. She moaned against his mouth and wrapped her legs around his lower back, slightly thrusting back. Harry grinned and lowered his hands down to her legs. He sighed in pleasure as he finally got to grope the creamy thighs he had been dreaming about for months. Harry massaged and rolled his hands around Hermione's thighs, all while still dry humping her (now pretty soaked) underwear. Hermione bit her lip to stop her moans from escaping. She grabbed one of her perky tits while Harry pressed and rubbed against her. She rolled the nipple between her fingers. And so they went, Harry humping faster and faster until he finally arched back with a loud groan and came hard, the sticky liquid staying inside his sweaty boxers. Hermione squealed in delight as another orgasm rocked her body, and she writhed around for a bit, gasping with intense pleasure as her pussy twitched and clamped. Finally, the two collapsed, both sweaty and smelly with the aroma of sex.

"I never knew that with a girl, you didn't have to actually fuck her to cum," Harry mumbles between breaths. Hermione laughed into his shoulder. And then, without either of them mentioning it, they both got up, cleaned up the damp chair, and went to their separate beds.

Seeing them get up, the anonymous watcher waved his wand to vanish his puddle of cum. He retreated back to his bed, satisfied with another spectacular performance from Hermione.

{[AN: This one was partly smut and partly plot development. I'm gonna give another hint about Hermione's "friend": Yes, he's a Gryffindor. No, he's not Ron. And I don't think anyone's gonna guess who he is. But Hermione doesn't know him very well? Oh well. Till next time, bitches!]}