AN: Hello everybody! Apologies for the delay in update but please accept this ridiculously long chapter to make up for it :) Please note that there is continuous jumping between present time and Hermione's memories of her prior years.

This chapter contains brief descriptions of Hermione's PG and PG13 adventures with other female identifying character (ages between 13-16), explicit language describing masturbation, cussing, underage drinking, and non-con voyeurism.

Chapter 4

Hermione's weekend came and went without further incident. Well that's excluding the fact that she woke up at five in the morning a needy, hot mess from one of the most vivid sex dreams she had ever had in recent memory, the star of which was none other than her childhood tormentor. And Hermione was definitely pretending that didn't happen. In fact, she was pretending the whole of Saturday did not exist. If asked her weekend skipped Saturday altogether. Yes, it was much much easier to pretend nothing happened.

Despite sleeping less than an hour, she was way too disturbed to fall back asleep. She wouldn't admit it, ever, but she was also slightly scared to try and fall back asleep. The dream had felt so real, she woke up with an ache between her thighs. If she fell back asleep, Hermione was not sure if she would be able to stop her brain from bringing up such explicit imagery.

Hermione lay in Parvati's bed for a beat, gathering herself. She could hear Parvati snoring softly from across the room. Hermione turned to look at the third bed in the room but Lavender was missing from it. The bed looked like it had not been slept in. Hermione was beginning to wonder where the blonde could be at. Hermione looked at the clock besides Parvati's table which read 4:56 am. There was no noise coming from the outside so everyone must be asleep by now. She was about to head out to the common room to see if Lavender had passed out on a couch or something, when she heard the door to their room quietly open. She heard soft voices whispering on the other side.

"Good night." She heard a voice whisper after Lavender, as she attempted to sneak into their room without making any noise. The voice was low, possibly male but it spoke to soft and to quickly for Hermione to pinpoint who's it was. All Hermione knew was she felt...odd.

She heard Lavender change into her night clothes and climb into her bed. Hermione let some minutes pass. Once she heard Lavender's soft snores join Parvati's, she moved to get out of the bed.

This whole morning was bizarre. In fact, this whole week had been insane. Hermione needed to wash it away.

She tip-toed quietly towards her side of the room and retrieved her shower caddy and some clothes to change into. She was about to turn to head towards the girls showers when she decided she'd make her way to the prefects showers instead. She needed a good soak and a lot of privacy. Plus, she didn't want to wake up the girls. It was a little past five in the morning.

Hermione walked quietly down the stairs and through the common room. There were still bodies thrown around here and there, sleeping. Once outside she walked with purpose towards the fifth floor of the castle, where the prefects bathroom was situated.

"Pine Fresh." Hermione said out loud.

The wall she was staring at began to rumble softly, a door materialized where none had been and she heard the distinctive click that signaled it was now open. She pushed the door gently and stepped inside. The door closed immediately behind her. If anyone had been standing in the hallway they would have seen the door merge into the wall once more.

The prefects bathroom was large. There was a small entrance to the left of the main door, inside of which were the toilets. On one wall was a line of bathroom stalls, opposite to them hung a large mirror with a line of sinks directly corresponding to the amount of stalls. Hermione walked past this entrance and headed towards the back left corner were small built-in wardrobes for people's belongings were. There were also two small changing rooms. Two exquisite and plush couches were arranged in the middle of the open space between the closets and the changing rooms. Why there were couches in a bathroom Hermione had never figured out, but she didn't mind them. They were very comfortable.

Hermione walked along the edge of the large, swimming pool sized tub which took up most of the center of the room. She had seen other prefects use it as if it were in fact a swimming pool and not a tub, diving off the diving board and holding swimming competitions.

The room looked larger still thanks to the insane amount of mirrors they had installed. She could catch her reflection from all angles. It could be disconcerting if one thought about it too much.

Although meant to be shared, there were options for privacy. Along the back wall of the bathroom, there were two doors, through them were mid-size rooms with a shower, iron claw foot tub, and a small vanity. The attention to detail on the decor of these rooms was fit for royalty. Lavish but clean cut. And this is why she came to the prefects bathrooms. Hermione's body hummed with excitement. After the last couple of hours she has had, she really could use relaxation to the umpteenth degree.

Hermione walked into one of the private shower rooms and headed towards the vanity. She slowly peeled her shirt and her pajama bottoms and stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a matching set of deep burgundy undergarments. Nothing too risque but she liked the way it made her feel.

As a child, she had never felt pretty. Her hair was too frizzy and she could not for the life of her figure out how to tame it. She had two big front teeth and she thought herself too pale and rather shapeless. By her second year, she found friends who taught her how to wrestle with her hair and she thanked whoever is above that her parents were dentists. Third year brought her period. Puberty and hormones had done magical things to her body and she was aware of it. This is when she began to notice how some of the way boys in school, and even some girls, began to stare at her, their gazes lingering a little too long to be just passing.

Despite this, it was still hard for her to feel pretty. She knew she was incredibly smart and she took immense pride in that. What are looks compared to a sharp mind. Logical Hermione knew that looks aren't everything, but Thirteen-Year-Old girl in the throes of developing her first crush was a different story altogether. This dichotomy in thought was furthered by the fact that her crush seemed oblivious to the fact that she identified as female. They were close friends, which Hermione reasoned was probably the issue, but he didn't even treat her like a sister, because that would imply he was aware of her gender. No, worse still, he treated her like one of his many brothers.

Hermione spinned around towards the bath and turned it on. She checked the temperature and added some strawberry and vanilla fragrances to it. Once the bath was drawn she placed a quick stasis charm on it to keep it warm and headed back towards the mirror. She saw herself approach and she appreciated the way her body moved. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. The cool rush of air on her bare breasts caused a chill down her body. Her nipples stood erect. She lifted her hair up into a messy bun and began to turn around slowly in the mirror, admiring her shape. Her intelligence was her most prized descriptor, what she was most proud off. But if she was being honest, she was just as proud of her body. It took a long time to get to this place. A place where she could stare at herself and admire the way her body was shaped, the dips and peaks, the tenderness. She admired her body so much so that she would begin to lust after herself. She felt like a goddess in those moments. She remembered the first time she felt like this.

It was the summer before her fourth year. Her parents were very supportive of her magic and made immense efforts to learn about the wizarding world. However, they also insisted on having her form strong ties to the Muggle world. They wanted her to have options. As such, per official English records, she was technically being "home schooled" and she would send her parents her muggle assignments via owl. Every year when she went back home for the summer, she attended the annual "home schooled" mixer. Local parents of other home-schooled children began hosting these mixers as a way to encourage social interaction. She didn't necessarily look forward to them but she also did not not look forward to them.

That summer, the parents hosted a pool party for them and because they were now "young adults" they were allowed to be left alone. Or relatively alone. The parents retreated to some tables a couple of yards away from the pool, within eyesight but not earshot.

Hermione wore her first bikini that day. Her dad had looked uncomfortable but said nothing, her mom however beamed at her, going on and on about what a beautiful young woman she was becoming. It was all quite mortifying. It wasn't a skimpy string bikini, but it was the most naked she had been in a public setting in well, ever.

As Hermione stared at herself in nothing but her underwear in the vanity mirror, she recalled not wanting to take off her summer dress that day because she was embarrassed. She smiled at herself in the mirror, remembering the day vividly. The girls insisted she join a boys vs girls volleyball game inside the pool. After much pestering and light taunting, she reluctantly took off her dress and quickly jumped in the water. She could feel the stares of some of her "schoolmates" but they thankfully said nothing. After the game, the parents had told them all to go shower off and come back to the table to eat. Hermione headed into the showers inside the pools locker rooms to avoid being stared at more than necessary. She was still slightly uncomfortable with so much of her skin being exposed. She was about to head back outside when she saw one of her fellow "home schooled" students blocking her path.

Her name was Emily. This was her first year joining their mixer. Her cousin, Kyle, had been attending these mixers since before Hermione had joined. She was slightly taller than Hermione, but not by much. Her auburn hair, fell down in long waves. From what Hermione had heard in bits and pieces of conversation, Emily transitioned to homeschooling when she began taking gymnastics training more serious. Her body was toned, showing off her years of training. She was a year older than Hermione and puberty had been kind. Hermione's eyes dropped down to the front of Emily's chest. Although not entirely attracted, she was not not attracted. Femininity was beautiful to Hermione, especially because it was something she was convinced she lacked.

Emily stared at Hermione staring at her cleavage and smiled. Hermione locked eyes with her and blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Hermione had said, face getting redder.

"It's okay." Emily said. Emily looked up and down Hermione's body. She had not been shy about it. She had wanted Hermione to look at her doing it. Hermione could feel her gaze and her red cheeks got even redder.

"You look really pretty when you blush." Emily said taking a step closer. Hermione held her breath. She had no idea what was happening. Emily got even closer and reached out her hand towards Hermione.

Hermione looked down at Emily's outstretched hand and her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Hermione took Emily's hand in her own, she stared at the hands for a second.

"How does that feel?" Emily asked cautiously. Hermione thought about the question, her analytical mind really focusing.

"It's not bad. Just...different I suppose." She finally answered. She was unsure of why different was the word that came to mind, it's not like she had ever held a boys hand to compare it with but that was the word that felt right.

"Can I kiss you?" Emily asked, her voice low. Shy.

Hermione thought about it a bit. She had never kissed anyone before. Girl or boy. She wasn't sure what to expect to be honest. She had seen plenty of movies and read many, many books where individuals kissed. The kisses varied, some were shown to be an explosion of romance, others seemed awkward. Hermione had thought about kissing in general before, but never really about her first kiss or what it'd be like, or with who.

The closest she got was earlier that year, she was sitting in Transfiguration, Ron was beside her as she quietly explained the lesson to him. He was thoroughly perplexed but looked up and smiled at her when he finally understood a small bit of it, the sun had hit him in a way that made his red hair look vibrant. His eyes twinkled and for a brief second she thought about kissing him.

Her brain told her that she wasn't necessarily opposed to her first kiss being in the pool's locker rooms. She also didn't particularly mind that it was with Emily. As Hermione was trying to figure all of this out, Emily began to pull away.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She said looking apologetic. Hermione realized what she must have looked like, deep in thought.

"No!" She said a little too loud making her and Emily jump, "No, sorry." She giggled nervously. "I, uhm, sorry, I was just thinking. I kind of get lost in there sometimes." Hermione felt the heat rush to her face again. Emily took her hand back and looked at Hermione patiently.

"I, well, I have never, uhm.." Hermione began to stutter. She was nervous but a good nervous, if there was such a thing.

Emily smiled. "Relax." She said, "Me neither."

They stared at each other smiling and burst into giggles. Both girls were nervous and giddy.

"Well, uhm, should we…" Emily started, the awkwardness and excitement mixing in her voice.

"Yes, well, yes. Uhm. Okay." Hermione tried to sound confident.

Emily and Hermione, leaned in at the same time and bumped their foreheads causing both girls to erupt in another fit of giggles.

"Sorry." They said at the same time. They both became really quiet, afraid that any noise might break the spell of whatever was happening at the moment.

"Okay, well uhm, why don't you stay still and I'll lean in." Hermione said more determined. Despite how totally bizarre and awkward this whole encounter was, she felt a bit at ease knowing that Emily was just as affected by this. That she somehow affected her.

Emily nodded and stayed still. Hermione leaned in and saw Emily close her eyes and hold her breath. Hermione smiled as she placed a shy peck on her lips. She pulled back and looked at Emily. Emily opened her eyes and smiled at Hermione. They stared at each other for a bit.

"So.." Hermione started, "Well…" Emily said at the same time.

"Hermione!" Her mother's voice reverberated across the locker room walls causing both girls to jump apart and squeal.

"Hermione!" Her mother's voice sounded again.

"In here mother!" She shouted after her. "Emily and I came to use the loo and shower off. We are on our way out."

"Okay sweetie!" Her mother's voice sounded content at the explanation. She could hear her mother's footsteps as they departed.

Both girls smiled at each other warmly, but the moment had passed.

Hermione had removed her underwear and she was now staring at herself fully naked. She touched her lips and smiled. Her first kiss had been nice, innocent. She was glad it was with Emily, though she never saw her again. It was sweet. The way Emily had looked her up and down had brought a small thrill to Hermione.

Afterwards, when she was back home and getting ready to shower, she had stared at herself in the mirror like many times before. But unlike before, she didn't look away quickly. This time she stared at herself. She was trying to see what Emily had seen. It took some time, but by the time she returned to Hogwarts for her fourth year, she thought she had been able to find it.

Hermione gave herself one final look over and turned to step into the shower to rinse off and wash her body quickly before her shower. She then descended into her bath and closed her eyes.

She let the warmth of the water soothe her body and allowed the strawberry and vanilla scents relax her mind. She could feel the stress of the last week leave her. Thoughts of platinum blonde ferrets and whispered goodnights were nowhere to be found and she was thankful for that.

Her mind had descended into thoughts of her fourth year. Fourteen year old Hermione had quite the year, what with the Triwizard Tournament and Voldemort's return. Hermione took a deep breath. Not now. Hermione refused for any negative thoughts to plague her mind. If she couldn't sleep, she was determined to at the very least relax. She arched her back slightly and leaned her head from side to side, that satisfying sound of her back and neck popping lulling her back into comfort.

Despite all the crazy, fourteen was a good year in what Hermione had since then dubbed her sexploration. She had unknowingly caught the eye of one of the Wizarding World's most famous Quidditch players, which had come with the added bonus of peeving off the insufferable Ronald Weasly. He had become more and more irritating as the year had gone by and Hermione had found herself stuck between a childish and petty "war" between Harry and Ron, with Ron surpassing his previous cap of how much of a stubborn git he could be.

Breathe Hermione. She thought to herself. No use getting re-upset over the whole thing. Not when you are having me time.

Yes, fourth year had been a crazy one, but she did manage to have some fun, albeit, in deep corners of the castle where she was positive no one was looking.

Viktor Krum, was very tall and muscular. His features were large and manly. He was definitely not a boy. Krum was 18 years old and he had never had issues pursuing what he wanted. He was confident and sure in all he did. And yet, despite this, he seemed to be at a loss on how to approach Hermione. The usually quiet confidence and intimidating demeanor was lost when Hermione was around him. He seemed content to follow her around the castle, never engaging but always near, staring at her. It would've been a tad bit creepy if he didn't blush like crazy every time she caught his eye. He finally approached her one day while she was at the library. Well she approached him after she saw him visibly struggling with himself in the corner of one of the aisles of books. She asked him how he was and he said nothing. She smiled warmly at him and he smiled back. Smiling Krum was quite the picture. His face softened significantly, and it made him seem a lot less imposing. He had then very politely and formally asked her to the Yule ball, which she accepted. He seemed content and it looked like he was about to turn and leave when he unexpectedly grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly. Hermione blushed furiously which seemed to return some of Krum's confidence back to him.

Hermione remembered that memory fondly. She looked around at the clock hanging in the shower room and noticed it a little past five thirty in the morning. She took a deep breath and began to softly run her hands up and down the sides of her torso. Just a couple more minutes and she'd rinse off and maybe head back to her room to rest. She had hardly slept that night and she already felt significantly more at ease. Maybe she could attempt to fall asleep now that all thoughts of her crazy, horrible, no-good dream were nowhere in sight.

Hermione began to caress herself lightly. That little dream she had, had left her feeling a little wound up. She needed to release but refused to let herself remember what had caused her to wake up in such a state.

Instead, she let her mind take her back to Fourth year, when much rougher hands had done something similar. Though her and Krum had not actually had sex at that time, she did allow herself to explore a bit. He was older and more experienced and to be frank he was going to leave at the end of the tournament and the chances of seeing him again were slim to none. It felt like a pretty safe way to explore a bit. They never progressed further than some pretty intense snogging, but it had still proven to be quite informative. She discovered she very much enjoyed when he was a tad bit aggressive.

She began to trail her finger up and down her stomach pausing right below her breasts. She thought fondly back to when he would bite her lips and pull her hair, or how his rough hands would grasp her waist tightly, pulling her towards him with force. The first time he did that, Hermione discovered light bruises where his fingers had been. The sight of them had made her heart flutter a bit, and now, sitting in the bathtub, slowly caressing herself, it did the same. Despite the warm water, a chill went down her body.

Hermione's hands began to reach farther down her sides and up her thighs until they reached her knee caps, which were barely visible above the waterline. She closed her eyes, images of her time with Krum flashing in her mind. Krum had visited her during the summer before her fifth year at Hogwarts. She had taken him to Muggle London mostly to show him some of her favorite places, but also to avoid the annoying little bug that was Rita Skeeter. That had been her selling point and Viktor accepted, albeit warily.

He wasn't a blood purist, but he had never been in Muggle anything and the idea of it made him worry slightly. Yet, when the day came, he was surprisingly good-natured about the whole thing. So much so that Hermione rewarded him with some intense snogging at the back of the cinema. The theater was pretty empty so she wasn't overly worried that they'd be caught, and even if they were, she doubted they'd get into too much trouble. This is how Hermione learned another interesting tidbit in her sexploration. She enjoyed the thrill of the possibility of being caught in a compromising position.

Hermione parted her legs slightly, just wide enough to allow her hands to begin caressing the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes slightly to glance at the clock. 5:42 am.

Hermione could feel her body purr in anticipation as her fingers approached her most intimate parts. She spread her legs a little wider, giving herself more access. As one hand slowly stroked between her legs, the other worked its way up her body, towards her breast. Her fingers dragged in lazy circles around her nipples.

Hermione had turned 16 early onto her fifth year. The Gryffindors had thrown her a big party in the common room, full of smuggled in alcohol. That was the first time Hermione had gotten drunk. Not falling over herself, throwing up in the hallways drunk, but the kind of drunk that you feel a happy buzz tingling throughout her whole body. She had enjoyed the way the firewhisky had burned as she swallowed and she definitely enjoyed how relaxed she felt.

Somehow in all the craziness, Hermione managed to sneak outside of the dormitories for a brief minute. She had begun to feel overwhelmed by all the people and the noise. She needed a small reprieve to gather herself. As she roamed the hallways with no real destination she began to feel a bit dizzy. She sat down on the floor where she was walking and laid down. She began to doze off when she heard a loud voice call to her.

"Excuse me!" The voice sounded worried. Hermione heard quick footsteps approaching her. Hermione raised one of her arms as if to signal, "I'm fine. Just drunk." At least she hoped that's what had been conveyed.

"Granger?" The voice asked with a tinge of disbelief. The tone annoyed Hermione and caused her to sit up to stare at the voice.

"What." She said, finally looking at the owner of the voice. Hermione recognized her from the prefects meeting earlier that year. She was model-esque in statute and looks. Honey blonde locks fell right above her shoulders. She was a year older and was wearing Ravenclaw robes.

"Well." Hermione added, the alcohol in her system did little to help her put on a polite front.

"I was just wondering if you were alright." She asked, kneeling on the floor next to Hermione.

"I'm fine Catherine. Thank you for asking." Hermione stared at the girl impatiently. She had come out here to avoid people not to talk to more.

"Are you drunk?" Catherine said, humor in her voice.

"Depends on who's asking." Hermione said irritation in her voice. She didn't like that literally everyone in the whole dang castle couldn't believe that "Little Ms. Know-it-all" would partake in any "debauchery." Hermione attempted to stand up, but she moved too quickly, the alcohol and the sudden change in balance caused her to lose her footing and Hermione began to topple backwards. Catherine turned on her knees and helped catch Hermione before her back hit the floor.

Hermione remembered how it had felt to be in Catherine's arms. They were smaller that Krums but warmer, softer. She hadn't meant to snuggle into them, but her mind was fogging. She was drunker than she first had anticipated. She remembered the sudden thrill that exploded through her body being so close to another.

They had stared at each other then. Hermione hadn't made the attempt to move and Catherine hadn't made the attempt to move her. Hermione smiled at the girl, "Thanks."

"No problem." Catherine said, returning her smile.

"Here, let me help you up." Catherine slowly pushed her out of her arms and stood up, extending a hand out for Hermione. Hermione took it, Catherine's hand seemed so small and delicate compared to hers.

They stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at each other.

"You're really pretty." Hermione blurted out before she could think. She was about to apologize but she noticed Catherine blushing.

"Thanks." She mumbled. "Uhm, would you like me to walk you back to the Gryffindor tower. It's kind of late and you might fall asleep between here and there." She teased a bit.

Hermione laughed, "Sure."

They began walking, their hands brushing against each other. Each time they touched slightly felt like electricity to Hermione.

They walk back was done in comfortable silence. As they were about to round the final corner before approaching the Fat Lady portrait, Hermione grabbed Catherine's hand and stopped her.

Catherine looked at her confused. Hermione pulled Catherine towards her slowly. Slow enough to give her enough time to realize what was happening and stop her if she would like. But Catherine hadn't stopped her.

As Hermione's fingers found her entrance and the other hand had stopped playing with her nipples and found its way to the bundle of nerves at her center, she thought about that kiss. She remembered how exhilarating it had felt to be in charge. The kiss had started off softly. Both girls shy. Hermione turned them and pushed Catherine towards the wall behind her. Catherine had let out a small gasp when her back collided with the hard panel.

Hermione led out a similar gasp as she pushed another finger inside her. Her other hand began rubbing her clit in slow circles. She felt the pressure in the base of her stomach starting to build. She closed her eyes and worked herself with a quicker pace.

Catherine had been fun. They snogged heavily up against the wall, until they were both left breathless, lips swollen. Catherine was another individual who had added significant insight into her sexploration.

After the night of her birthday, Hermione would see Catherine around the castle grounds. They would smile at each other and engage in polite small talk when in close proximity but that was mostly it. They would pick up where they left off when they were assigned to patrol the halls together. Sometimes sneaking into a girls restroom or an empty classroom.

Similar to Krum, they never progressed much from intense snogging and heavy petting. In one particularly heated session, Hermione had slowly guided Catherine's hand under Hermione's skirt and between her legs and used her fingers to rub her sex over her underwear. After some guiding, Hermione let go of Catherine's hand and let the girl take over.

As Hermione began to pump herself a bit faster, curling her fingers to hit that one sweet spot. Soft gasps and moans escaped her, egging her on. Hermione was getting close.

Although things had gotten a bit awkward with Catherine towards the end of fifth year, she bore no ill-will for the girl. It just sort of fizzled as those things do from time to time. Catherine wanted to try something more serious. Hermione did not. It's not that Hermione minded being seen with Catherine, it's that she really didn't have time to properly date. Umbridge was making life at Hogwarts a living hell, defending Harry's reputation was becoming a full-time job, Dumbledore's Army was in full effect, and most important, O.W.L. exams were approaching. Catherine seemed to understand but it was never the same after that.

But that was okay, whatever Hermione had had with Catherine and Viktor was enough at the moment. And it thankfully left her with vivid memories to recall for "me time" purposes.

Hermione allowed her brain to wander through her most intimate moments as she continued her ministrations. Fuck. Hermione was getting frustrated, she was right at the edge but she couldn't make herself fall off it. Hermione let her mind wander to some of her most risque fantasies. She just needed that little push, the little extra something.

She added a third finger. So close. So close.

And then her mind stumbled all the way into her earlier dream. Or nightmare as she had chosen to refer to it. Images of Draco Malfoy, towering over her naked body while he was almost fully clothed, trousers hanging low enough that his member could be released, pounding into her mercilessly, one hand holding on to the headrest, the other gently squeezing at the sides of her throat.

Her mind went blank. Finally. Finally. Her orgasm took over her body and felt the tension release. Her eyes remained closed. She let the warm water envelop her like a fuzzy blanket and allowed her body to come down on its own. She refused to feel ashamed that it took final images of a certain platinum blonde Slytherin to push her off the edge.

Fuck it. She was too much on a high to care. She smiled softly.

"Three fingers Granger? Color me impressed. And here I thought you were a shriveled up muddy blood virgin."

Hermione's entire body tensed as his voice hit her like a bucket of ice. Her eyes shot open only to find herself starting into his steel greys. All the hard earned relaxation evaporated in an instant. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure the whole castle could hear it.

She wanted to scream but was currently in a state of panic. Shock seemed to have severed the connection between her brain and her mouth.

Malfoy laughed coldly.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in the history of Hogwarts, Little Miss not happy until her big fat mouth is open and spewing nonsense has finally shut up."

That woke her up. The fucking nerve of him.

Hermione stood up abruptly, water splashing off the sides of the bathtub and onto the floor. She stood there in all her naked glory and felt a surge of power and Malfoy couldn't help but look her over. His appreciation of her body clearly showing on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing in the private shower rooms at 6 in the morning!" Hermione screamed at him. She stepped out of the bath and grabbed the towel that she had put on a nearby chair. From the corners of her eyes she could see Malfoy watching her every move like a hawk. She wrapped her towel snuggly around her body and turned to the boy standing at the entrance of the room.

"Well Malfoy! I'm fucking waiting."

AN: First, regarding Hermione's sexuality - She does not identify as straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, or other identity of your choosing, at least not yet. This chapter is meant to provide context as to where Hermione is in terms of her sexual development. She is exploring her likes and dislikes, including her partner preferences. This is first and foremost a Dramione fanfic, which means her main partner will be Draco Malfoy. If you get a problem with LGBT+ relationship depictions then please exit this fic because I will not be making further warnings about this in the future. (This isn't to be mean it's simply due to the fact that I don't make warnings every time I am depicting a hetero-passing relationship so I will not do it for any other type of relationship)

Second, a bit of house keeping - I continuously read through prior chapters and make necessary edits to grammar/spelling. I am a perfectionist and literally every time I read a chapter again I become annoyed at all the mistakes :( I hardly ever make substantive changes, but if I do they will be to add more details/ descriptions of a character and/or their interactions with one another. This is to help develop the story further and provide a good foundation for later chapters. I will always let you know when I have done this. Although I would recommend re-reading the edited chapters, not doing so will not prove detrimental to your understanding of the story. With that said, please reread Chapters 2 and 3 again as there were some minor changes added to Cormac and Theo and Blaise to provide more of a solid base for each character and their function within this fic.

Thank you again for reading not only my story but these long AN's as well :P I will refrain from doing AN's moving forward unless absolutely necessary and/or to provide warnings regarding substance of chapter. As always, reviews are appreciated.