~Madi is not helping write anymore, so now you'll see what I can do by myself. I hope you all approve. Sorry for the delay, and here's chapter 8.~
CHAPTER 8
The Seductress's Next Move
Hermione woke up early on Saturday morning. No classes meant a full day of toying with the boys. She smiled to herself. She knew she could have the object of her attraction in an instant, but her little game was too much fun to end now. Today, she planned to reveal a bit more than even her normal seduction attire would allow. She snuck down to the common room with a robe around her body. She looked around to see if anyone else was there. Seeing that the coast was clear in the dark room only illuminated by the fireplace, she took off her robe and stood there in only her black lingerie. She knew that this would drive the boys wild and pictured their faces as they caught sight of her. She moved over to the couch and lay down. She arranged her figure in the same way she always did on the couch. She checked what little clothing she had on to make sure that nothing was revealed before falling asleep.
* * * * *
When she woke up from a wonderful dream, she saw Harry staring over the couch. She could tell that his brain was debating against his libido. He didn't notice that her eyes had opened, so she closed them again to see which he would give in to.
Soon, she heard his footsteps move to a table. "I guess he used his brain," she thought. Now knowing what he chose, she pretended to wake and sat up. "Oh! Hi, Harry," she said.
"Uh. . .hi, Hermione. . ." he replied, trying not to blush.
"It was hot last night, don't you think? That's why I'm only in this." She brought it up. There was no way Harry could escape this trap.
"Um. . .yeah. . .yeah, it was."
She tried not to grin when an idea came over her. She saw her robe in front of Harry on the floor. She walked towards Harry, turned around, and bent to pick up her robe, giving him a nice look at her backside. She could have sworn that she heard Harry exhale sharply and tried to hold back a laugh. Instead of putting it on when she straightened up, she merely but it on the back of the chair across from Harry. She sat down.
"Hermione. . ." Harry started.
"Yes, Harry?" she asked.
". . .Never mind. . ."
"No, what is it?"
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
After some thought, Harry answered, "Yes."
"Okay. . ." There was something that she wanted to ask Harry that she already knew the answer to. "Harry, what's going on between you and Ron?"
"Me and Ron? What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"There seems to be a lot of tension between you two. It's like you two aren't friends anymore." Harry didn't respond. He knew it was true. He would've liked to say that it wasn't, but of all people, he couldn't lie to Hermione. "Well, Harry, if you're not going to tell me, I'm just gonna go take a shower."
He watched as she got up and walked away. His eyes couldn't leave her barely clothed body until she was out of sight. How he wanted to join her. . .
CHAPTER 8
The Seductress's Next Move
Hermione woke up early on Saturday morning. No classes meant a full day of toying with the boys. She smiled to herself. She knew she could have the object of her attraction in an instant, but her little game was too much fun to end now. Today, she planned to reveal a bit more than even her normal seduction attire would allow. She snuck down to the common room with a robe around her body. She looked around to see if anyone else was there. Seeing that the coast was clear in the dark room only illuminated by the fireplace, she took off her robe and stood there in only her black lingerie. She knew that this would drive the boys wild and pictured their faces as they caught sight of her. She moved over to the couch and lay down. She arranged her figure in the same way she always did on the couch. She checked what little clothing she had on to make sure that nothing was revealed before falling asleep.
* * * * *
When she woke up from a wonderful dream, she saw Harry staring over the couch. She could tell that his brain was debating against his libido. He didn't notice that her eyes had opened, so she closed them again to see which he would give in to.
Soon, she heard his footsteps move to a table. "I guess he used his brain," she thought. Now knowing what he chose, she pretended to wake and sat up. "Oh! Hi, Harry," she said.
"Uh. . .hi, Hermione. . ." he replied, trying not to blush.
"It was hot last night, don't you think? That's why I'm only in this." She brought it up. There was no way Harry could escape this trap.
"Um. . .yeah. . .yeah, it was."
She tried not to grin when an idea came over her. She saw her robe in front of Harry on the floor. She walked towards Harry, turned around, and bent to pick up her robe, giving him a nice look at her backside. She could have sworn that she heard Harry exhale sharply and tried to hold back a laugh. Instead of putting it on when she straightened up, she merely but it on the back of the chair across from Harry. She sat down.
"Hermione. . ." Harry started.
"Yes, Harry?" she asked.
". . .Never mind. . ."
"No, what is it?"
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
After some thought, Harry answered, "Yes."
"Okay. . ." There was something that she wanted to ask Harry that she already knew the answer to. "Harry, what's going on between you and Ron?"
"Me and Ron? What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"There seems to be a lot of tension between you two. It's like you two aren't friends anymore." Harry didn't respond. He knew it was true. He would've liked to say that it wasn't, but of all people, he couldn't lie to Hermione. "Well, Harry, if you're not going to tell me, I'm just gonna go take a shower."
He watched as she got up and walked away. His eyes couldn't leave her barely clothed body until she was out of sight. How he wanted to join her. . .