Hormones
Oh hell no. This could not be happening. Too shocked to even be embarrased, Hermione glided the towel and wrapped it around her whole body, and closed her eyes, leaning against the closed door, breathing hard. What an incredibly stupid thing to do.
For as she opened her eyes, she saw Harry looking down at her smooth shaped legs, his eyes seemed to undress her, although there wasn't much to undress anymore.
"Harry! You scared the fuck out of me!" she screamed at him, her whole body shaking. A part of her wanted to go and bat her eyelashes at him, and ask him if he liked seeing her naked. Another part wanted to smack him in the face and then faint. This was all happening too soon..everything just seemed so surprising that they just stood still, three feet away from each other, Harry examining her boobs, and Hermione examining the ceiling.
The silence lasted so long, Hermione wondered what she would do, but Harry muttered a "Sorry." and so she nodded, avoiding his eyes.
"Um..I should er- go." he said, and moved toward the doorway and stopped as he saw Hermione was blocking it, leaning against the door.
"Herm?" he said. Hermione looked up at him, and their eyes met just for a split second. Her eyes were unreadable, yet held a smile in them, and Harry's eyes were...hunger. Like he was pleading for something.
"Yes?" she asked, and her eyes wandered around from his head to toe, thinking it would be nice to slide her hands through his touseled hair, and look into those alive, alert green eyes, he looked as he had just had wild sex.
"Um..you're blocking the er- doorway." Harry managed to stammer, his hands on either side of the door, trapping her.
What the fuck! She wanted to shout so bad at him, for being so close to her, but instead, she lurched foward so every single part of her body was touching his, and to her delight, Hermione could feel the arousal between his thighs.
But then Hermione pulled away, and sat down on her bed, waiting for him to leave. Harry gulped and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
She had done that on purpose! Oh God, how he would love to do that again, and she had tortured him, he only wished she would just get it over with and make mad love to him. Of course, that would not happen in a million years.
Hermione Granger was not one to be messed with. She may have been extremely sensitive and a know-it-all at times, but it would be hard to get her in bed. One kiss, and a slap in the face you get. Touch her, and she'll sink those fingernails inside your skin.
Harry felt very aroused about this statement of thought. Was she a wild girl in bed? Would she scratch him until she got what she wanted? Yes, she was hard to seduce, but that was made it more exciting, in fact. He wondered if she was naked in her room, dressing.
Then panic ran through his chest...would she notice that her red silky panties were missing from her drawer? If only she had been naked a little longer would he see the whole version of Hermione. But no, she had stopped for a minute, gave him a chance, and then wrapped that fucking towel around her glorious body. He groaned softly about those rosy nipples she had, and her breasts were rounded and bouncy. He noticed this that when she jumped back slightly, they moved up and down...
God, stop thinking...Harry scowled at himself, seeing his staff grow larger through his pants. Stop thinking about her...but how? How was he supposed to stop thinking about her?
"Kids!!! Dinner!" the sweet old voice of Mrs.Weasley sounded, and Harry sighed. Maybe eating would take his mind off of things.
He was terribly wrong.
As he started to go down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him, following him hurridly.
He turned around, and the figure went crashing into him, and when Harry looked up, he realized Hermione Granger was on top of him. Oh fuck! he thought, wincing in pain and pleasure. Her legs were carelessly sprawled about his inner thighs, and her knee was dangerously close to his *arousal* and her breasts were hanging over his chest.
OH MY FUCKING GOSH! she thought to herself. All she wanted was dinner. And her knee was way up his....Guess she got the whole meal already. Even though she rather adored the position she was in, and didn't want to get up, she picked up her head from his neck, but to her surprise, he laid hands on her waist.
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TORTURING ME! she thought. Finally, she lurched upward, gulping.
"Sorry...better get to dinner!" she said, her panicked voice heard as she ran through the hall.
Oh God, he said, picking himself up, the bulge in his pants growing slowly. Fuck, he thought, and hurried to the table, taking a seat next to Hermione, which was the only seat left.
He could see Hermione stiffen beside him. While the family raved about Quidditch & Muggles & the Ministry, Harry & Hermione were unusually quiet, though everyone ignored this.
Her leg touched his, and a jolt of electricity went to her inner thighs, sending her warmth through her body like a hot flash.
She pulled away quickly, staring down at her dinner sulkily.
But then, suddenly, Ron Weasley who was sitting next to Harry said, "Here, mate, you dropped something.." and then picked up a pair of red panties.
The family silenced, and Hermione tried not to gasp as every eye was on Harry and Ron dropped the panties, his face red, his eyes widened.
Ginny dropped her fork, and everybody's eyes were on her now, her eyebrows raised and she was looking at Harry with a very shaky expression, the noise made a great clunk against her empty plate.
Obviously jealous with rage, Ginny got up calmly and excused herself before bolting up the stairs, and a slam of the door could be heard throughout the whole Burrow of the silence.
"I have to go." Hermione said, and everybody looked at her slightly suspiciously as she walked up the stairs, her head drooping.
Finally, Ron broke the ice.
His voice was full of bitter jealousy and rage as he tried to say as calmly as he could,
"So who's the lucky girl?"
Oh hell no. This could not be happening. Too shocked to even be embarrased, Hermione glided the towel and wrapped it around her whole body, and closed her eyes, leaning against the closed door, breathing hard. What an incredibly stupid thing to do.
For as she opened her eyes, she saw Harry looking down at her smooth shaped legs, his eyes seemed to undress her, although there wasn't much to undress anymore.
"Harry! You scared the fuck out of me!" she screamed at him, her whole body shaking. A part of her wanted to go and bat her eyelashes at him, and ask him if he liked seeing her naked. Another part wanted to smack him in the face and then faint. This was all happening too soon..everything just seemed so surprising that they just stood still, three feet away from each other, Harry examining her boobs, and Hermione examining the ceiling.
The silence lasted so long, Hermione wondered what she would do, but Harry muttered a "Sorry." and so she nodded, avoiding his eyes.
"Um..I should er- go." he said, and moved toward the doorway and stopped as he saw Hermione was blocking it, leaning against the door.
"Herm?" he said. Hermione looked up at him, and their eyes met just for a split second. Her eyes were unreadable, yet held a smile in them, and Harry's eyes were...hunger. Like he was pleading for something.
"Yes?" she asked, and her eyes wandered around from his head to toe, thinking it would be nice to slide her hands through his touseled hair, and look into those alive, alert green eyes, he looked as he had just had wild sex.
"Um..you're blocking the er- doorway." Harry managed to stammer, his hands on either side of the door, trapping her.
What the fuck! She wanted to shout so bad at him, for being so close to her, but instead, she lurched foward so every single part of her body was touching his, and to her delight, Hermione could feel the arousal between his thighs.
But then Hermione pulled away, and sat down on her bed, waiting for him to leave. Harry gulped and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
She had done that on purpose! Oh God, how he would love to do that again, and she had tortured him, he only wished she would just get it over with and make mad love to him. Of course, that would not happen in a million years.
Hermione Granger was not one to be messed with. She may have been extremely sensitive and a know-it-all at times, but it would be hard to get her in bed. One kiss, and a slap in the face you get. Touch her, and she'll sink those fingernails inside your skin.
Harry felt very aroused about this statement of thought. Was she a wild girl in bed? Would she scratch him until she got what she wanted? Yes, she was hard to seduce, but that was made it more exciting, in fact. He wondered if she was naked in her room, dressing.
Then panic ran through his chest...would she notice that her red silky panties were missing from her drawer? If only she had been naked a little longer would he see the whole version of Hermione. But no, she had stopped for a minute, gave him a chance, and then wrapped that fucking towel around her glorious body. He groaned softly about those rosy nipples she had, and her breasts were rounded and bouncy. He noticed this that when she jumped back slightly, they moved up and down...
God, stop thinking...Harry scowled at himself, seeing his staff grow larger through his pants. Stop thinking about her...but how? How was he supposed to stop thinking about her?
"Kids!!! Dinner!" the sweet old voice of Mrs.Weasley sounded, and Harry sighed. Maybe eating would take his mind off of things.
He was terribly wrong.
As he started to go down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him, following him hurridly.
He turned around, and the figure went crashing into him, and when Harry looked up, he realized Hermione Granger was on top of him. Oh fuck! he thought, wincing in pain and pleasure. Her legs were carelessly sprawled about his inner thighs, and her knee was dangerously close to his *arousal* and her breasts were hanging over his chest.
OH MY FUCKING GOSH! she thought to herself. All she wanted was dinner. And her knee was way up his....Guess she got the whole meal already. Even though she rather adored the position she was in, and didn't want to get up, she picked up her head from his neck, but to her surprise, he laid hands on her waist.
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TORTURING ME! she thought. Finally, she lurched upward, gulping.
"Sorry...better get to dinner!" she said, her panicked voice heard as she ran through the hall.
Oh God, he said, picking himself up, the bulge in his pants growing slowly. Fuck, he thought, and hurried to the table, taking a seat next to Hermione, which was the only seat left.
He could see Hermione stiffen beside him. While the family raved about Quidditch & Muggles & the Ministry, Harry & Hermione were unusually quiet, though everyone ignored this.
Her leg touched his, and a jolt of electricity went to her inner thighs, sending her warmth through her body like a hot flash.
She pulled away quickly, staring down at her dinner sulkily.
But then, suddenly, Ron Weasley who was sitting next to Harry said, "Here, mate, you dropped something.." and then picked up a pair of red panties.
The family silenced, and Hermione tried not to gasp as every eye was on Harry and Ron dropped the panties, his face red, his eyes widened.
Ginny dropped her fork, and everybody's eyes were on her now, her eyebrows raised and she was looking at Harry with a very shaky expression, the noise made a great clunk against her empty plate.
Obviously jealous with rage, Ginny got up calmly and excused herself before bolting up the stairs, and a slam of the door could be heard throughout the whole Burrow of the silence.
"I have to go." Hermione said, and everybody looked at her slightly suspiciously as she walked up the stairs, her head drooping.
Finally, Ron broke the ice.
His voice was full of bitter jealousy and rage as he tried to say as calmly as he could,
"So who's the lucky girl?"