Chapter 4 :What happened to me
The party lasted until the sunrise. Everybody got back home and slept until the afternoon. While Draco had to request the help of his right hand, again, to get rid of his constant erection, due to Hermione, she is in deep thought, alone in her London apartment.
"I still can't believe I've done that" she said, talking to herself, like she was ashamed "I've changed so much since I got out of school, I didn't used to be like that."
Oh how she is wrong. -------
Of course, back at Hogwarts, she would never have done such a thing as she had done last night, but yet again, it didn't mean she had never thought of it.
She discovered her interest with boys in fourth year. Until then, the only thing she had ever been worried of was her school grades and she surely didn't want that to change. Still, since Victor Krum had asked her to the Yule bal that Christmas, she had realized that, in a way, she could be just as attractive as the other girls. Parvati and Lavender had helped her that night and no one could say she wasn't beautiful. That night, she had started to discover her sexuality, softly, slowly. She had fancied a lot of guys in the school for a short period of time, dreaming of kissing them and being kissed in return; dreaming of touching them and be touched, of loving and be loved.
Then, growing up, she used to dream of their hands, brushing her shoulders while taking down the straps of her bra. She would imagine them placing their hands in cup, to hold her generous breasts, her nipples pointing and looking at them with envy while they'd tenderly kiss her on the neck and shoulders.
She used to dream that one of them was a prince charming (most often personalized by Harry) would take her away, carrying her in his arms to a quiet and comfortable place where he'd be giving her gifts before he would tenderly take off her clothes and kiss her on every parcel of skin she had before making love to her, the kind that would take them both to 7th heaven, where they would never have been before and that they could only reach together.
But these were only the dreams of an innocent and ignorant teenage girl.
She had never actually accepted her sexuality and the fact that she was physically becoming a woman. Therefore she truly was ashamed of herself for having such dreams and hid her physic under her uniform, twice too big for her, and her feelings behind her books and homework.
Thinking of that Hermione remembered the times when she had finally started to let out her sexuality, but only when she was alone. In her last hear, she had turned out to be the head girl and necessarily, the head boy was no other than Malfoy, just to make life better she had thought, sarcastically. They both have their own bedroom but shared a common room and a spacious and luxurious marble and gold bathroom. She often used to see Malfoy's shadow through the glass doors of the shower. When he knew she was there, watching him, there took no time for him to have a strong erection. He liked it but had to masturbate himself to get rid of it (we should look le size of his right forearm, compared to the left.)
Not knowing it, they simultaneously wished the same: that she would silently enter the shower, naked and press her chest against her back; she would, with one hand, start masturbating him, going back and forth on his penis (the size and shape every boy dreams of having on him and every girl, in her). She would go fast and then slow, then fast again, masturbating him to the edge of his orgasm and then she would stop. She would start playing with his balls (which he had obviously shaved) and having fun pressing her breasts to his strong chest. Then she would go in front of him and get down on her knees to wrap her mouth around his penis and start her back and forth movement. She would make sure to lick the head of his penis, just to tease him and then finish him off, rubbing his penis between her breasts she would hold on tight for him, until he yelled her name out loud, not able to contain his orgasm any more and he spread his fluids on her.
Ohhhh how Hermione had wished it was true. How she wished she could just reach out and touch him.
But Wait! That's Draco Malfoy we're talking about here. He's always hated her, she's a mudblood and she's always been first in everything, leaving him behind and he couldn't stand that so he insulted her.
Still, that year, both had discovered new feelings they could have but didn't want anyone to know. Each one, alone on their own, had continued hiding those feelings, him, under his insults and her, behind her books. As much as it hurted them, they had decided not to change their behavior because, after all, what was the need to change? They didn't exactly have feelings one for the other!
Or did they?!?
------ Hoooo! Good wasn't it, but don't worry, I won't put a sex scene in every single chapter. gotta preserve the fun.
The party lasted until the sunrise. Everybody got back home and slept until the afternoon. While Draco had to request the help of his right hand, again, to get rid of his constant erection, due to Hermione, she is in deep thought, alone in her London apartment.
"I still can't believe I've done that" she said, talking to herself, like she was ashamed "I've changed so much since I got out of school, I didn't used to be like that."
Oh how she is wrong. -------
Of course, back at Hogwarts, she would never have done such a thing as she had done last night, but yet again, it didn't mean she had never thought of it.
She discovered her interest with boys in fourth year. Until then, the only thing she had ever been worried of was her school grades and she surely didn't want that to change. Still, since Victor Krum had asked her to the Yule bal that Christmas, she had realized that, in a way, she could be just as attractive as the other girls. Parvati and Lavender had helped her that night and no one could say she wasn't beautiful. That night, she had started to discover her sexuality, softly, slowly. She had fancied a lot of guys in the school for a short period of time, dreaming of kissing them and being kissed in return; dreaming of touching them and be touched, of loving and be loved.
Then, growing up, she used to dream of their hands, brushing her shoulders while taking down the straps of her bra. She would imagine them placing their hands in cup, to hold her generous breasts, her nipples pointing and looking at them with envy while they'd tenderly kiss her on the neck and shoulders.
She used to dream that one of them was a prince charming (most often personalized by Harry) would take her away, carrying her in his arms to a quiet and comfortable place where he'd be giving her gifts before he would tenderly take off her clothes and kiss her on every parcel of skin she had before making love to her, the kind that would take them both to 7th heaven, where they would never have been before and that they could only reach together.
But these were only the dreams of an innocent and ignorant teenage girl.
She had never actually accepted her sexuality and the fact that she was physically becoming a woman. Therefore she truly was ashamed of herself for having such dreams and hid her physic under her uniform, twice too big for her, and her feelings behind her books and homework.
Thinking of that Hermione remembered the times when she had finally started to let out her sexuality, but only when she was alone. In her last hear, she had turned out to be the head girl and necessarily, the head boy was no other than Malfoy, just to make life better she had thought, sarcastically. They both have their own bedroom but shared a common room and a spacious and luxurious marble and gold bathroom. She often used to see Malfoy's shadow through the glass doors of the shower. When he knew she was there, watching him, there took no time for him to have a strong erection. He liked it but had to masturbate himself to get rid of it (we should look le size of his right forearm, compared to the left.)
Not knowing it, they simultaneously wished the same: that she would silently enter the shower, naked and press her chest against her back; she would, with one hand, start masturbating him, going back and forth on his penis (the size and shape every boy dreams of having on him and every girl, in her). She would go fast and then slow, then fast again, masturbating him to the edge of his orgasm and then she would stop. She would start playing with his balls (which he had obviously shaved) and having fun pressing her breasts to his strong chest. Then she would go in front of him and get down on her knees to wrap her mouth around his penis and start her back and forth movement. She would make sure to lick the head of his penis, just to tease him and then finish him off, rubbing his penis between her breasts she would hold on tight for him, until he yelled her name out loud, not able to contain his orgasm any more and he spread his fluids on her.
Ohhhh how Hermione had wished it was true. How she wished she could just reach out and touch him.
But Wait! That's Draco Malfoy we're talking about here. He's always hated her, she's a mudblood and she's always been first in everything, leaving him behind and he couldn't stand that so he insulted her.
Still, that year, both had discovered new feelings they could have but didn't want anyone to know. Each one, alone on their own, had continued hiding those feelings, him, under his insults and her, behind her books. As much as it hurted them, they had decided not to change their behavior because, after all, what was the need to change? They didn't exactly have feelings one for the other!
Or did they?!?
------ Hoooo! Good wasn't it, but don't worry, I won't put a sex scene in every single chapter. gotta preserve the fun.
