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Author's Ramblings-
The sexual aspect of Hermione is not emphasised much, neither in the books nor in the movies. She is mistaken for someone frigid and passionless. But I believe exploring her feminism was something she couldn't have resisted knowing about. The know-it-all has to be up to date with everything.
Including Sex!
Hermione threw down her bag with a thump. The fifth year OWLS had been giving her sleepless nights and panic attacks. Tomorrow is Potions. The most dreadful of all!
...Bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...
She was reminded of her Potions Professor, the greasy git and keeper of dungeons who interestingly, had become quite dashing in her eyes. Oh! It wouldn't do good to dwell on such fantasies! He won't be asking, "What do you get from an infusion of hormones with diced mushrooms and steamed oysters, heated under a steady flame of passion ?"
"Argghh…. It didn't even make any sense!"
Nonetheless she laid back on her velvet covers letting the air kiss and sooth her tingling parts. She circled her clitoris with slow, burning hands. The heat sending a thrill down her spine. She was not wet enough to dip her fingers in her thick folds. She set a languorous, lazy pace grazing her soft pink edges with a deliberate attempt to arouse her further.
His sharp eyes, a fire raging in them. His bitter words sweetened to caresses…..
Her clit was slick with her juices and she delicately pushed her fingers, a tiny bit further. Ah! What relief! It was tingling as if hundreds of bubbles burst at once. Her pleasure was untamed and it was impossible to believe the amount of satisfaction a single act of sexual gratification could bring! Something soft and plush but still an enticing barrier halted her ministrations to an agonising pace. Bit by bit she explored her hotness, her back arching and a breathy moan escaped her sweaty lips. She was sweaty and sexy as hell! If only a man were to admire her...
Her breasts which she often considered nothing but an unwelcome mound of dangling flesh, now jiggled deliciously. Her brown nipples peaked with the anticipation of her release. They were perky and not what would account for ravishing but their appearance was more than made up by the desire smouldering in her eyes. Like a trail of fire gently touching and searching her passion, her pulse.
His warm skin. Delicious, brown nipples sucked and nibbled and bitten and licked. That smooth expanse of chest. Throbbing under her torturous touch. Her mouth captured in his, exploring, needing, whimpering…..
Hot desire flooding her senses, like an avalanche of emotions building to a crescendo. Her fingers ventured further inside her pleading pussy and a delectable shiver sent her writhing in ecstasy. She needed the touch of someone. Preferably male! Desperately male! Her white cotton knickers so carelessly and frantically discarded to gather around her plump legs. She pressed her breasts to the cold tiles of her bathroom, scraping those dusky tender pebbles at the crest of her soft fleshy hills, permeating the bathroom with the sweet heavy scent of her arousal. Oh! She arched and bent! Bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. But the sexual image just aroused her further.
What wouldn't she do to be dread like a banquet to his hungry gaze, to have her displayed like a begging trollop! She was pinching her nipples with all the intensity she could muster in her lust laden state. Heaving and moaning for his presence. Her fingers were ploughing her like the fertile whore she was, plunging deeper and deeper, to her sobbing aching core! Oh! Fuck! Why the hell had he not worn those glorious teaching robes. As unsophisticated as they were to many, they'd send a jolt of desire straight to her pussy. And then, he had to wear a plain white shirt, showcasing his sculpted body for all to see. How dare he take advantage of her submission? Didn't he know she was almost tempted to insert a finger into a slopping mess and take things in her own hands, quite literally! Merlin! If only he knew what things those long fingers did to her!
Those dexterous hands. Tickling her. Feeling her. Craving her. And his tummy button! So tiny and adorable. She licks it's inner side, letting the tip of her tongue roam and dig into his depths. Mapping and tasting. Each flavour and moan. Those whispers sinful and forbidden, pulling her, twisting her, pounding her, slow and delicious then hard and painful. Then pulling her hair in a firm grip, banging her against the wall, all the while whispering sweet nothings in her ears. His/emem cock, standing proud and erect, its pink heard protruding, rubbing at her clit, slipping inside, feeling her walls, clamp and release…..
She could finally bear it no more! After a gentle push to collect her cream, wiggling her fingers, thrusting them deep inside her warm self, letting her feminism empower her, guide her to completion and fulfilment. She brought her juices near her eyes. Her fingers glistened with a pale white slick substance which left a shining trail in its wake.
A drop dangled precariously at the edge of her finger. Before she could explore the novelty of the situation further, it trickled down her fingers and onto the tiled floor. Its slimy path entranced her. Smelling of pleasure and release. Touching the tip of her to the with the remaining ambrosia, she licked it almost with reverence.
Fuck! It tasted better than expected! Licking clean the sweetness covering her inviting pussy, she again smelt it with pure delight and acceptance.
Masturbation always seemed silly. But the insufferable know-it-all is proved erroneous for once!
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