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Chapter 3:Thoughts and Temptations

That Night Harry lay in his bed thinking of everything that happened recently. The Order was reconstructed, his cousin was a witch plus the most likeable dursley it turned out,along with the Constant threat of Voldemort, The death of Sirius. On top of everything, everything he did seemed to remind him of Hermione,Sweet Sweet Hermione, He'll read a book then without noticing slip into a trance and think about her, Hermione loves to read books especially Hogwart,A history.

But the thing that caused him so much was the thought that she didn't feel the same way, for all he knew he was only a friend in her eyes. Those thoughts made his stomach drop,his skin would lose all color. And he would feel sick as if some dreadful bug was attacking him from the inside.

Then he suspected that Ron liked Hermione. He didn't know how strong Ron's feelings toward Hermione, but Harry at least thought that Ron's feelings were nothing compared to his own. He'd steal a hippogriff so she'd have something to play with.

When he'd think about Hermione he'd always be left on hard. Once he'd been wearing boxers thought about her and got a hard on, it hurted to be inside the constrictedancy of boxers so he took them off. All 9 inches poking in the air straight as a sword(A/N I made it short so it wouldn't be bigger than mine, which is 10 ½ inches). He hoped noone came in the room. He thought what the hell, so he started stroking it felt so good he'd been stroking hard and fast, what happened next was embarrassing, fast, and of all things an invasion of privacy. But he was too stunned to speak. Amelia burst through the door at the speed of light(so it seemed), she stared at Harry googly eyed, mouth wide open. Harry yelled her to get out she said great length, nice width before he slammed the door behind her. It was getting late, and he decide he wasn't hungry.

(A/N well there goes a peaceful summer.)

Meanwhile at the Granger Residence

As Hermione ate dinner she couldn't get her mind off of the Emerald eyed Boy-Who-lived.

She'd been thinking about him all summer and them some, although she let no one know it she was in love with him since she seen him at platform 9 3/4. She never got her chance to talk to him until they were on the train. He was in the compartment with some red haired, unnaturally tall bloke she later came to find out as Ron Weasley. Although she wanted to be alone with

Harry. She kept coming back to see if Ron was gone, she was using Neville's missing toad as an excuse.

Although she would never admit it to anyone or let anyone know she masturbated in the shower thinking about Harry two times. Although it felt great she thought it would be embarrassing if someone found out. So she, Hermione the masturbating virgin, vowed never to do it again. She got in the shower as she started thinking about Harry naughty thoughts came to mind. Its not like she never thought about it before but she never thought on it for so long. She'd been dwelling on the size of Harry's wand. She wondered if it was big or small, long or shot, skinny or fat, hell she never seen a real one just her cousins movies and the internet. She wanted him to be her first, her last, and her only. Well maybe not her only. Before she knew it the water heat went down and she had to get out. She got dressed in her nightclothes.

When she walked in her room she was surprised by what she saw. Standing right in the middle of her room was.......

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