Chapter one: Hermione

Okay so don't ask me how it happened. No really don't.

Well, since your so persistant……

I was simply sat in the library, innocent (most of the time!) little me. With my homework and my books, studying late into one Friday night as I had fallen a little behind on my work load, since the beginning of what I call the "Hogwarts, sex and the city, girls club", basically its all us Gryfindor girlies. At least one of us always has a new man and sex stories to tell, hence I related it to the muggle t.v. show, sex and the city. Anyways after nights drinking with them, with him and all my other social stuff, im sorry to say, that my work began to slip a little, so here I am on a Friday night, single and in a library, while my girlfriends are partying it up in the Gryfindor girls dorm. Anyway……

There was only myself left in the library, Madame Prince had given me a key AGES ago, and trust me I was lucky I was a geeky first year, I mean what teacher would check in the library while its locked? These tables and bookcases had seen a little bit of action, trust me. I was startled when I heard a distinct cough behind a bookcase, panicked I rose quietly from my chair wand raised, ready for (what in my head was a death eater) but whoever was waiting around that corner.

A pale hand reached out and wrapped its long fingers around my wrist.

"Careful mudblood, you might take a handsome eye out with that,"

Ugh. It was the-git-who-shalt-not-be-named

"We can pray," was the only come back that sprung to mind.

"Do you prey a lot about being in this situation?" I was about to ask him what the hell he was talking about when I realised he still had a hold on my wrist and that we were stood about 10 inches apart…..with the git leaning closer and closer, inch by inch until his lips were just half an inch away from mine.

"May i?" I was thrown by this, I could feel his breath tickeling my lips, as he had just asked for permission. I was stuck, I didn't know what to say, I nervously licked my lips, I had been in this situation so many times, but with him it seemed different. For no reason that I know a nodded my head dumbly a few times before feeling his beautiful, soft velvety lips sweep down upon my own. God, it was like tasting heaven. I wrapped my arms around his muscular body and felt him pull me so close to me I could feel every one of his chest muscles pressed against me. He began to lower me onto a nearby table until I was sat down and he was kneeling down over me, pushing me further down, whilst continuing his ever glorious attack of my lips. And then I felt it. Every inch of his huge rock hard man hood pressed against the exact area I wanted it to go. And do you want to know what I went a bloody did? Do you?

I farted.