AN- Ok, this just wouldn't work with me. It took forever, it's short, and
I'm still not satisfied with it. But that's life, I guess. I've been
distracted by some RL stuff too, unfortunately.
Maiden Genisis: No, sorry...
APJ: I think I had a warning in Chapter 1...
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Hermione took a deep breath and began.
[I am very sorry, but as FF.net does not allow NC-17 stories, I am unable to post that section here. It can be found at Lord and Lady Snape. The URL is in my bio page. If you don't wish to read it, fill in a graphic fantasy of giving oral sex to an unnamed man]
Hermione finished, and then buried her face in her hands. As one, all the boys stuttered out reasons that they had to leave. Turning to Ginny, Hermione agonized, "They're probably to embarrassed to ever talk to me again, aren't they."
"I think they just had other, more pressing problems to deal with, that's all." Ginny told her with an amused smile.
"At this time of night?" What urgent problems could they possibly have that couldn't wait until morning?" said Hermione disbelievingly.
Ginny suppressed a snort, then answered, "Well, I do believe that they all had raging hard-on's Hermione, that was a really erotic and graphic fantasy."
"Great. Just bloody brilliant." Hermione responded. "I'm going to bed. And I'm never coming out."
"One more thing," said Ginny. "Who was it? You never said his name..."
"I am not telling you!" shrieked the harassed Miss Granger, and then she promptly fled to the peace and solitude of her rooms.
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Harry Potter went upstairs with an uncomfortable problem in his pants. After taking care of it, he sleepily dumped out his stuff onto his bed.
Harry spotted an unfamiliar ball there. Picking it up, he saw that it had a slip of parchment stuck to it. The words on it were, "Mood Ball" and after Harry read them, he tossed the paper in the general direction of his bedstead.
Harry tossed the ball into the air, then deftly caught it again. It felt cool, which was odd. It had been wrapped in his cloak when he had poured out his bag.
The ball changed colors as he gripped it. The dark, murky grey smoke in it was replaced by a light blue fog. It was pretty. Harry threw it back into his bag, and climbed into bed.
AN2- Short, I'm so sorry.
Maiden Genisis: No, sorry...
APJ: I think I had a warning in Chapter 1...
SS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HG
Hermione took a deep breath and began.
[I am very sorry, but as FF.net does not allow NC-17 stories, I am unable to post that section here. It can be found at Lord and Lady Snape. The URL is in my bio page. If you don't wish to read it, fill in a graphic fantasy of giving oral sex to an unnamed man]
Hermione finished, and then buried her face in her hands. As one, all the boys stuttered out reasons that they had to leave. Turning to Ginny, Hermione agonized, "They're probably to embarrassed to ever talk to me again, aren't they."
"I think they just had other, more pressing problems to deal with, that's all." Ginny told her with an amused smile.
"At this time of night?" What urgent problems could they possibly have that couldn't wait until morning?" said Hermione disbelievingly.
Ginny suppressed a snort, then answered, "Well, I do believe that they all had raging hard-on's Hermione, that was a really erotic and graphic fantasy."
"Great. Just bloody brilliant." Hermione responded. "I'm going to bed. And I'm never coming out."
"One more thing," said Ginny. "Who was it? You never said his name..."
"I am not telling you!" shrieked the harassed Miss Granger, and then she promptly fled to the peace and solitude of her rooms.
SS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HGSS/HG
Harry Potter went upstairs with an uncomfortable problem in his pants. After taking care of it, he sleepily dumped out his stuff onto his bed.
Harry spotted an unfamiliar ball there. Picking it up, he saw that it had a slip of parchment stuck to it. The words on it were, "Mood Ball" and after Harry read them, he tossed the paper in the general direction of his bedstead.
Harry tossed the ball into the air, then deftly caught it again. It felt cool, which was odd. It had been wrapped in his cloak when he had poured out his bag.
The ball changed colors as he gripped it. The dark, murky grey smoke in it was replaced by a light blue fog. It was pretty. Harry threw it back into his bag, and climbed into bed.
AN2- Short, I'm so sorry.