Senselessness and Sensitivity

Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. Alas for me! All these contrafibularus characters are all the spawn of Miss JK Rowling. I'm just putting them back in time a few hundred years and taking their clothes off.

Miss Hermione Granger and Miss Ginny Weasley were taking a walk on the moor. Miss Weasley's shining auburn hair had escaped her bonnet and was whipping over her face. Miss Granger was, as always, impeccably turned out. Her naturally curly brunette hair was drawn into a severe knot underneath a black veiled bonnet. A few drops of rain nestled into the grass in front of the two pairs of pointed shoes.

'My dear Hermione', groaned Miss Weasley ' You always say it will never rain and then it always does!'

'Nonsense dear,' replied the elder girl, 'it is only a little shower' And with that she strode on over the increasingly wet grass. Ginny sighed, then picked up her heavy skirts and ran to catch up the departing black figure.

But as Miss Granger walked on, she heard a shrill shriek rise up into the air, and spun around.

'Hermione, help!'

Ginny was lying in a pile at the foot of a little hillock, her white foot sticking out from under her voluminous dress.

'Oh my dear' gasped Hermione, as she bent down. 'Stay here, I will run to the manor and fetch assistance.'

But as soon as the words escaped her mouth and she turned towards the direction from whence the pair had come, she was stopped by an enormous grey horse rearing up in front of her. Much frightened, Hermione fainted away onto the sodden ground. The horse returned to standing on all fours and a lithe figure jumped down from the saddle. Hermione felt a rough shake on her shoulder; she opened her eyes and found herself gazing into twin pools of grey. Thick tendrils of blond hair curled about his slim face.

'Sir Malfoy!' gasped Miss Granger. A deep, masculine voice slid over her, 'May I be of some assistance Madam?' Hermione somehow managed to find her voice, 'Indeed Sir, for my friend has fallen and I am greatly afeared that she may be a great deal hurt, and I have not my wand to hand.' With that she fainted again. The handsome stranger clenched his jaw, furrowed his brow, and strode masterfully over to where Miss Weasley was getting increasingly wet. He bent over her fallen form and took her pale ankle in his elegant hands.

'May I have permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?' He mumbled. 'Oh Sir!' Replied the damsel, 'I would be very glad to let you do so, yet I fear it is not merely my ankle that is hurt, for I fear I may have damaged my ribs also'.

'Then I must also examine your chest, my lady'

'I would be greatly indebted to you Sir'.

The knight then bent down to her, his black cloak shielding his face from full view, and proceeded to undo the fastenings of her cloak. He then slowly twisted each of the buttons of her dress out of their holes, one by one. She sighed. He turned her over on her back and began to untie her tight corset out of which her large breasts were bursting. When he had freed her of the hard whalebone cage that pressed in on her perfectly rounded breasts, he turned her over. Her modesty was now covered merely by a thin white undershirt; the man slid his hands over feeling the warm skin underneath with his quick fingers.

'I think, madam, that you are safe, I can feel no breaks.'

'Oh thank you, Sir' Ginny gasped, and then grabbed her thigh. 'Oh, a spasm, my lord, a spasm'.

The gentleman, not so gently, ripped away the skirt of her dress, down to the petticoat. The rain had made it transparent and through it her could clearly see a perfect triangle of red hair. He slid his wet hands up and down her legs, as she moaned with pleasure. 'My lady, I fear I may have to be check that your pelvic regions have not been damaged by your tumble.' 'Whatever you think best', the recumbent lady replied.

Sir Malfoy pulled away the almost invisible petticoat and drew Miss Weasley up into a passionate kiss. She pulled away his cloak and shirt to reveal a shining chest, rippling with muscle. She heaved his trousers off. As he sucked at her neck, his hard on pushed into her thigh. Ginny couldn't take any more. She shouted out, all sense of propriety forgotten, With a sly smile, he drew his head up, and plunged into her. He thrust, again and again, driving himself deeper and deeper into her. They fell back onto the grass, rain pattering gently on their naked bodies.

Sir Malfoy was the first to speak, 'Well, Miss Weasley, I think it's time I returned you. Your mama will be getting extremely vexed.' He redressed before taking her up in his arms, and striding over to where Miss Granger was just beginning to wake up.

 'Oh, my dear Miss Weasley!' She cried. 'Are you much hurt?'

 Miss Weasley smiled, 'Oh no, Miss Granger, I am quite well. Sir Malfoy has been of great assistance'.

And so the three returned to the manor in the rain, where Miss Weasley's mama was, indeed, extremely vexed. The next day, Sir Malfoy was back running his Polyjuice brothel in Knockturn Alley, Miss Granger was in the parlour with smelling salts, and Miss Weasley had caught a cold.