The good girl 3- The perfect outfit.
As everyone knows the head boy and girl get their own room. It was for this reason that Hermione really wanted to be Head Girl. It had nothing to do with grades of prestige. She wanted her own room and she finally had it. She was sitting at an old black trunk that she had hid under her bed. It was a normal muggle trunk, nothing special about it, except to Hermione. Inside there were clothes, pictures and memorabilia. Shows that she had gone too, concerts and clubs, the outfits that she wore when she was being the real Hermione. Music and magazines covered the bottom. There were dirty mags and angry music, music mags and depressing music, all the different sides of Hermione. She had adapted a goth girl personality for some for some of her excursions, and at other times she was a punk. Her parents didn't know about any of this. She always waited till they were in bed, of course when your parents go to bed at 8:00, it's easy to sneak out. She had a few muggle friends that took her too all the places that she loved. She felt so comfortable in the outlandish clothes. She had decided that in order to be herself she would have to start by dressing like herself when she could. This was really going to take some getting use to, for everyone else. Of course if they couldn't deal then it was their fault. She was tired fo hiding behind the fake Hermione facade. She wasn't going to do anything to get herself expelled, at least she didn't think so.
It was late and Hermione decided to start with her first experiment. She had on her candyland tank top and some bikini underwear that had pictures of candy on it. She walked down into the common room knowing that only seventh years would be up. She decided she would start off by fucking with Ron. He would either run away screaming or she would have to let him down easy, she hoped it would be the first.
"Hermione, go put some clothes on!" Harry was pointing her up to her rooms,
"No! What's wrong, never seen a girl in her pj's before? Wait don't answer that." She noticed Dean and Seamus licking their lips. 'Good, a reaction.'
"What do you think your doing Hermione? This is not like you."
"Actually it is. There is more to me than the person you think you know. She fell sideways into a chair and stretched her arms up over her head. Ron was behind her. She arched over the back of the couch giving Ron and eyeful. "Hi Ron." She rolled over and propped her elbows on the arm of the chair and put her head in her hands, she made sure her breast were visible. "You're not going to give me a ... hard ... time, are you?" she emphasized hard and pouted a bit.
"No Mione, of course not." His eyes were on her breasts, he looked up at her and realized she had seen him. "I was just wondering what candyland was."
She switched her position again so that she was leaning against the other armrest and her legs were facing Ron. "Well it's a game where you have to travel," Here Hermione began rubbing her stomach lifting her shirt slightly as she moved up toward her breast' "through a candy paradise," She began rubbing back down, "You have to watch out and not get stuck," She moved one of her legs off of the chair and circled her belly button, "and be the first to make it to the candy castle." Here she pushed her hand lower, Ron strained slightly trying to see over the arm of the chair. "You want to be the first to make it to the candy castle, don't you Ron?" Here she lifted her hand back up to her mouth and sucked gently on one of her fingers.
"I gotta go." Ron bolted from the room and up the stairs. Hermione laughed, 'piece of cake.'
"Hermione that was mean, why did you do that?"
"What's wrong Harry, you want a show?"
"No, I saw your little show, why did you do that?"
Hermione looked around and saw that everyone was gone. "Harry, I'm sick of pretending to be a good girl all the time. I'm not really like that. It is a persona that has been forced on me and I am sick of it. I want to do the things that I want to do. I want to be the real me. Now just the part that you know, but the other parts as well." Harry looked at her for a minute and seemed to be weighing something in his head.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not exactly myself either." He looked at her from under his lashes.
"Your gay. Harry why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't think you would understand. You seem to be such a stickler for rules."
"There is no rule that says Harry Potter has to be straight. I love you Harry, I want to help you anyway that I can." She smiled st him. "Plus, it only seems right that the real me would have a gay best friend." He walked over to her to hug her and she pulled him down giving him baby kisses all over his face. He laughed and curled up next to her in the chair. They laid in the chair talking for most of the night and eventually fell asleep. They awoke to a very angry looking Ron Weasley.
