With your Touch
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the glorious writer J.K. Rowling, and if I did, you will all be brought into my sick-minded world. Hehe! LOL!
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The long last days of summer slipped away into the growing darkness, If it weren't for the stars and the glowing of the pale moon, Hermione Granger would be cast into blackness.
Hermione, was a lovely girl at the age of 17. Her body was perfectly tanned her curves full and smooth. She had long slender strong legs, and delicate long but sturdy arms. Her breasts were round and full, they gave her voluptuous body class. She kept her stubborn chin and large cinnamon eyes, which fit her perfectly shaped face. Her pink glossy, smooth lips opened up to a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Her brown hair lost its bushiness, and fell into smooth delicate curls that fell past her shoulders to the lower area of her back. All together she was lovely, which was an understatement, for she was not just lovely but hot, and what every guy dreamed of sleeping with.
Even though how perfect she was, she changed. She wasn't that sweet and innocent girl back in her first year at Hogwarts. Now in her 7th year there, she had grown a certain disregard for the rules. Albus Dumbledore the current Headmaster of Hogwarts had sent an owl earlier, explaining her new position. She was no longer a prefect but now the new and improved Head Girl.
She couldn't contain her glee, as she read and re-read her letter over and over again. That was what she was doing right now, this very moment, sitting on a rock in the backyard of her house, reading her letter. Not even the cool and crisp breeze tore her eyes away. Then she heard it, her large eyes scanned the bush which was moving. That's right moving, even though the wind had stopped.
"Hello" she called, walking towards the bush with her wand outstretched. She was of "age" now and magic was aloud outside of school.
The bush, suddenly stopped, and a racoon scurried away from it, as if her angelic voice scared it away. Before the racoon crawled under her fence, it gave her a cold glare and she saw its eyes. Before she could believe what she was seeing it crawled under and away. Had she just imagined that its eyes were red? Yah that's it she just imagined it.
She shook her head and went back and gathered her letter, she was going to bed before she imagined something else. Once in her house she relaxed a little, tomorrow she'd be getting up early and catching the train to her beloved school. She looked around and decided her parents were in bed and travelled up the stairs to her well-awaited room and bed.
Her room was of course a muggle style. With an oak wood flooring, her once peach walls were now covered in posters of her favourite muggle and wizard bands, and of her friends. Her furniture was luxurious and sleek. She had a large four post canopy bed, with a red down quilt. Gold pillows covered it with style. An oak dresser with four drawers. A large desk stood on the opposite side of her room with parchment and a quill scattered over it. Beside the desk was a large bookcase, with all of her books that she had read over and over again. There were two other doors in her room, one that had lead to her own bathroom. Which was elegant with marble flooring and a large jet tub. The other door lead into a closet full of all of her things from past years, old photo albums fill some of the boxes which neatly filled the space, others of clothes (which were way to small), and small toys she had when she was a baby. Even though it was muggle-like, it was built by magic. Hermione jumped at the thought of using magic to change her small room. Now that she did, she was way happier.
Hermione walked to her bed and found her pj's lying on her it. She changed into a pair of boxers and a tight white t-shirt and crawled under her covers. She looked around her room and smiled. She was happy with how it looked. Before she fell asleep and dreamed of many things, she watched how the moon's glow crept through her bedroom window, she was at last at piece and fell asleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the glorious writer J.K. Rowling, and if I did, you will all be brought into my sick-minded world. Hehe! LOL!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The long last days of summer slipped away into the growing darkness, If it weren't for the stars and the glowing of the pale moon, Hermione Granger would be cast into blackness.
Hermione, was a lovely girl at the age of 17. Her body was perfectly tanned her curves full and smooth. She had long slender strong legs, and delicate long but sturdy arms. Her breasts were round and full, they gave her voluptuous body class. She kept her stubborn chin and large cinnamon eyes, which fit her perfectly shaped face. Her pink glossy, smooth lips opened up to a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Her brown hair lost its bushiness, and fell into smooth delicate curls that fell past her shoulders to the lower area of her back. All together she was lovely, which was an understatement, for she was not just lovely but hot, and what every guy dreamed of sleeping with.
Even though how perfect she was, she changed. She wasn't that sweet and innocent girl back in her first year at Hogwarts. Now in her 7th year there, she had grown a certain disregard for the rules. Albus Dumbledore the current Headmaster of Hogwarts had sent an owl earlier, explaining her new position. She was no longer a prefect but now the new and improved Head Girl.
She couldn't contain her glee, as she read and re-read her letter over and over again. That was what she was doing right now, this very moment, sitting on a rock in the backyard of her house, reading her letter. Not even the cool and crisp breeze tore her eyes away. Then she heard it, her large eyes scanned the bush which was moving. That's right moving, even though the wind had stopped.
"Hello" she called, walking towards the bush with her wand outstretched. She was of "age" now and magic was aloud outside of school.
The bush, suddenly stopped, and a racoon scurried away from it, as if her angelic voice scared it away. Before the racoon crawled under her fence, it gave her a cold glare and she saw its eyes. Before she could believe what she was seeing it crawled under and away. Had she just imagined that its eyes were red? Yah that's it she just imagined it.
She shook her head and went back and gathered her letter, she was going to bed before she imagined something else. Once in her house she relaxed a little, tomorrow she'd be getting up early and catching the train to her beloved school. She looked around and decided her parents were in bed and travelled up the stairs to her well-awaited room and bed.
Her room was of course a muggle style. With an oak wood flooring, her once peach walls were now covered in posters of her favourite muggle and wizard bands, and of her friends. Her furniture was luxurious and sleek. She had a large four post canopy bed, with a red down quilt. Gold pillows covered it with style. An oak dresser with four drawers. A large desk stood on the opposite side of her room with parchment and a quill scattered over it. Beside the desk was a large bookcase, with all of her books that she had read over and over again. There were two other doors in her room, one that had lead to her own bathroom. Which was elegant with marble flooring and a large jet tub. The other door lead into a closet full of all of her things from past years, old photo albums fill some of the boxes which neatly filled the space, others of clothes (which were way to small), and small toys she had when she was a baby. Even though it was muggle-like, it was built by magic. Hermione jumped at the thought of using magic to change her small room. Now that she did, she was way happier.
Hermione walked to her bed and found her pj's lying on her it. She changed into a pair of boxers and a tight white t-shirt and crawled under her covers. She looked around her room and smiled. She was happy with how it looked. Before she fell asleep and dreamed of many things, she watched how the moon's glow crept through her bedroom window, she was at last at piece and fell asleep.