Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic... so be gentle =). I would absolutely love it if you would read & review... because I could use all the comments/criticism I can get... I have to warn you that this story definitely earns it's R-rating in later chapters... (what can I say? I have a dirty mind). So if you're uncomfortable reading a story containing strong sexual themes, I suggest that maybe this isn't the story for you. But for all the rest of you who are like me... I hope you enjoy and that this all makes sense.
Disclaimer: Like all the other people here... I don't own any Harry Potter characters/places/images... nope, nothing. (shocking isn't it)... but I do own my dirty fantasies, and I'm free to do whatever I want with those... (laughs evilly)
Chapter 1 - HermioneHermione sighed exasperatedly as she stared at the reflection gazing determinedly at her from the mirror. No matter how much she tried, her unruly hair would not stay the way she wanted. So, she grabbed her hair-tie off the sink, and proceeded to twist her hair into a ponytail, a style that she had grown comfortable in wearing lately. She decided to forgo trying to put on makeup this morning. "Besides, no one would notice if I did, anyways," she thought sullenly to herself.
Hermione Granger, now 17, in her 7th year at Hogwarts, and Head Girl, had been becoming increasingly depressed lately over the fact that she had never been kissed, let alone gotten any farther. Luckily, she had been able to successfully hide her disappointment concerning this matter from her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She could just imagine the looks of uncomfortable concern that would adorn their faces if she were to try to explain her predicament to them. She almost laughed to herself as the thought crossed her mind.
She had confided in Ginny, though. And although the little Weasley was younger that Hermione, she always listened with attention, and tried her best to comfort her. Virginia Weasley had become one of the more popular girls in her year. Her beautiful, fiery red hair mirrored her friendly, outgoing personality, and Ginny never had trouble finding guys who were more than willing to go out with her. But none of this had gone to her head, and she remained a strong, capable young woman, and a loyal friend to Hermione. "You're beautiful, Hermione," Ginny had said one night, as Hermione looked at her, big brown eyes glistening faintly with a trace of tears, "I think that most of the guys here are just... well, afraid to get close to you because... because you've never really talked to them." Ginny stated after a bit of hesitation.
Ginny's statement was true, Hermione knew in her mind. For so long, she had just been concentrating on her studies, and getting good grades, and being a top student, that she had never really focused on trying to talk to any of the guys, except for Harry and Ron, of course. But Harry and Ron were different. Hermione saw them more as just friends than actually members of the opposite sex. They too had told her that she was beautiful, but again only in times when she needed comforting. She had come to believe that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were just telling her this to comfort her; just a false pretense in order to get her to cheer up.
"This must be so," she said to herself as she glimpsed herself in the mirror once more. She was unable to pick out any hint of beauty in her face as she stared at the reflection. Her bushy, brown hair secured behind her head, her plain, brown eyes staring back at her... no beauty as far as she could see. At least, not beauty in the form of Cho Chang's, or Fleur Delacour. "I mean, unless they can see something I can't..." she thought to herself, and then with a derisive scoff, she dismissed the idea. She exited her private bathroom, gathered her books, and headed down to breakfast to join the rest of Gryffindor House.