Hormones
Oh hell. Oh fuck. Why God, why? It had been painful to even look at Hermione, and they still had about four weeks left of the summer. It wasn't fair. She wasn't being fair. She was wearing skimpy clothing now, much more sluttier than her usual clothes.
For example, today she came downstairs to breakfast with a long t-shirt longing to her knees, it looked as if she was -gulp- naked under there. Her hair was swirled over into a messy ponytail that hung down her face, and to add the style, she was wearing socks.
Socks.
It was stupid, but Harry felt himself longing for the socks. He wanted to grab her, rip them off her and just give her some hot meaningless sex. Why was she doing this to her? What ever did he do to deserve this sort of torture?
But that wasn't as bad as what he saw tonight. Breathing hard after seeing Hermione soak in the sun in her bikini was too much, and he hoped he didn't have any dreams about her, he just wanted to close his eyes and keep his mind off of her.
And there she was, on his bed.
It seemed that the astonishment had passed by, and Harry was looking at Hermione, who was reading a book, her leg up balancing on a pillow, and her hand to her chin, she was biting her lip furiously and her eyebrow was furrowed in deep concentration.
This time she was wearing a bathrobe, and Harry shuddered to think what lay beneath it. In fact he found it quite pleasing.
Finally, he found his voice. "Hermione?" he spoke. She looked up at him almost startled, and the book dropped from her hands as if in slow motion, and dropped on the carpet as she innocently looked up at him.
He was shocked. She could see it. And the bulge in his pajama bottoms didn't help either quite it was one of Hermione's major turn ons. But she pretended to look startled and dropped her book for measure, as she fluttered her eyelashes slowly at him as if she was in a mere trance.
"Oh, I am sorry. I was waiting to use the bathroom, Ginny's still doing her bath...and our room is a mess, you don't mind if I read here, do you?" she asked, a evil smile crawling on her lips.
Harry felt himself gulp. Oh, so she thought she could do this to him without turning herself on? We'll see about this Ms.Granger. Two can play this game....
He let his shoulders go into a shrug and he nodded slowly. "Sure." he said.
It was hard for Hermione not to let her mouth gape in shock, but instead her lips just parted slightly and she felt herself croaking, "Um...okay. But only because you said yes." the dumbfounded words found themselves checking them into her brain, thinking what a stupid thing to say.
But Harry didn't seem to notice this as he sat on the corner of his bed, watching her squirm.
Good. She deserved it. But then it only seemed to last a moment of Harry's sheer victory because right when she went to retrieve her book, Hermione's ass went up in the air, and it was hard not to look at it's well rounded texture.
He shook himself as she smiled at him slowly, and crossed her legs, putting the book in her lap, and leaning her head down as her eyes fowarded to the words of the book.
God..why was she doing this?
A small formed on her lips as she saw him watching her intensely, gulping.
Good...he deserved it. Then as if by instinct, she put her finger to her tongue and wettened her finger in it and pressed it against the page of the book, hearing it turn over.
Harry fell off the bed.
"Harry!" she cried, startled and leaned down over him while he grasped his gut in pain.
"Are you okay?" she said trying to sound as innocent as possible as she leaned down so his face was inches away from hers.
Her lips trembled. God, how innocent and helpless he looked. If he didn't kiss her right now, she thought of the possibility of raping him...no, thats too harsh, she thought, and almost slapped herself. How bad she wanted him right on top of her, run his hands through his sexy jet black her, bite the bottom of his irresistable lips and have him touch her everywhere with his well skilled hands.
His mind was blank. He knew he was getting so hard that it was probably visible to Hermione, but he didn't hair. He wanted to kiss her, to grope her, he needed her...
He looked down at her, she wore a concerned but confused expression on her face as if she was deciding something.
He looked down at her long shirt and those socks that hung carelessly around her fresh fleshed ankles.
He wondered how it would feel like to bite her everywhere. Would she scream? Shriek in pleasure? Just the thought of it made him gulp back a furious blush.
And now his fingers were pulling her down to him....
She lost her balance as his hands were placed on her ass, pulling her down harshly to his body. God, thank you, she thought as she was pressed against him, her head on his chest and his hands pulling on her hair as he let out a groan of frustration and Hermione tried to handle a moan caught at the back of her throat as his hands squeezed her backside, more intensely now.
And yet as she looked up at him from his chest, he grinned at her, at a loss for words.
Say something you idiot, Harry's mind screamed at him. Say something!
And he did.
"God, I love your socks."
Oh hell. Oh fuck. Why God, why? It had been painful to even look at Hermione, and they still had about four weeks left of the summer. It wasn't fair. She wasn't being fair. She was wearing skimpy clothing now, much more sluttier than her usual clothes.
For example, today she came downstairs to breakfast with a long t-shirt longing to her knees, it looked as if she was -gulp- naked under there. Her hair was swirled over into a messy ponytail that hung down her face, and to add the style, she was wearing socks.
Socks.
It was stupid, but Harry felt himself longing for the socks. He wanted to grab her, rip them off her and just give her some hot meaningless sex. Why was she doing this to her? What ever did he do to deserve this sort of torture?
But that wasn't as bad as what he saw tonight. Breathing hard after seeing Hermione soak in the sun in her bikini was too much, and he hoped he didn't have any dreams about her, he just wanted to close his eyes and keep his mind off of her.
And there she was, on his bed.
It seemed that the astonishment had passed by, and Harry was looking at Hermione, who was reading a book, her leg up balancing on a pillow, and her hand to her chin, she was biting her lip furiously and her eyebrow was furrowed in deep concentration.
This time she was wearing a bathrobe, and Harry shuddered to think what lay beneath it. In fact he found it quite pleasing.
Finally, he found his voice. "Hermione?" he spoke. She looked up at him almost startled, and the book dropped from her hands as if in slow motion, and dropped on the carpet as she innocently looked up at him.
He was shocked. She could see it. And the bulge in his pajama bottoms didn't help either quite it was one of Hermione's major turn ons. But she pretended to look startled and dropped her book for measure, as she fluttered her eyelashes slowly at him as if she was in a mere trance.
"Oh, I am sorry. I was waiting to use the bathroom, Ginny's still doing her bath...and our room is a mess, you don't mind if I read here, do you?" she asked, a evil smile crawling on her lips.
Harry felt himself gulp. Oh, so she thought she could do this to him without turning herself on? We'll see about this Ms.Granger. Two can play this game....
He let his shoulders go into a shrug and he nodded slowly. "Sure." he said.
It was hard for Hermione not to let her mouth gape in shock, but instead her lips just parted slightly and she felt herself croaking, "Um...okay. But only because you said yes." the dumbfounded words found themselves checking them into her brain, thinking what a stupid thing to say.
But Harry didn't seem to notice this as he sat on the corner of his bed, watching her squirm.
Good. She deserved it. But then it only seemed to last a moment of Harry's sheer victory because right when she went to retrieve her book, Hermione's ass went up in the air, and it was hard not to look at it's well rounded texture.
He shook himself as she smiled at him slowly, and crossed her legs, putting the book in her lap, and leaning her head down as her eyes fowarded to the words of the book.
God..why was she doing this?
A small formed on her lips as she saw him watching her intensely, gulping.
Good...he deserved it. Then as if by instinct, she put her finger to her tongue and wettened her finger in it and pressed it against the page of the book, hearing it turn over.
Harry fell off the bed.
"Harry!" she cried, startled and leaned down over him while he grasped his gut in pain.
"Are you okay?" she said trying to sound as innocent as possible as she leaned down so his face was inches away from hers.
Her lips trembled. God, how innocent and helpless he looked. If he didn't kiss her right now, she thought of the possibility of raping him...no, thats too harsh, she thought, and almost slapped herself. How bad she wanted him right on top of her, run his hands through his sexy jet black her, bite the bottom of his irresistable lips and have him touch her everywhere with his well skilled hands.
His mind was blank. He knew he was getting so hard that it was probably visible to Hermione, but he didn't hair. He wanted to kiss her, to grope her, he needed her...
He looked down at her, she wore a concerned but confused expression on her face as if she was deciding something.
He looked down at her long shirt and those socks that hung carelessly around her fresh fleshed ankles.
He wondered how it would feel like to bite her everywhere. Would she scream? Shriek in pleasure? Just the thought of it made him gulp back a furious blush.
And now his fingers were pulling her down to him....
She lost her balance as his hands were placed on her ass, pulling her down harshly to his body. God, thank you, she thought as she was pressed against him, her head on his chest and his hands pulling on her hair as he let out a groan of frustration and Hermione tried to handle a moan caught at the back of her throat as his hands squeezed her backside, more intensely now.
And yet as she looked up at him from his chest, he grinned at her, at a loss for words.
Say something you idiot, Harry's mind screamed at him. Say something!
And he did.
"God, I love your socks."