It was a fairly cold and rainy day for the beginning of September, but I didn't seem to mind. I loved the smell of rain, plus I wasn't one of the first years crossing that lake. I would be pent up in one of the cozy little carriages staying safe and warm and dry.
Oh, but pardon me, I haven't introduced myself. How rude. My name is Olivia Richards and this is the story of my seventh year. Of course, there maybe some things you come to learn about me as time goes on in the year, but there are some things that need to be said right out.
First of all, I am in Slytherin and I happen to admire Draco Malfoy simply because of his keen fashion sense and the way he pulls of his platinum blonde hair. It just works with his skin tone and well defined cheekbones. I seem to blend in though, my hair being a light blonde, grayish-blue eyes, and fairly average height and weight. As far as Slytherins go, I don't stand out too much.
But that didn't bother me, I didn't really like the other girls in my house that much anyway. But, because you're in Slytherin, people of the other three houses don't respond to you that well. Oh well, so what if my parents were supporters of You-Know-Who and totally agree with his views on cleansing the magical world of mudblood scum? Since when does that make me personally, a bad person? I never said I wanted to go out and kill them all, they did. I'm just stuck being their daughter.
And, there was another reason I didn't respond to the other girls in my house that well. That being, because there was simply another girl I liked. And when I say liked, I mean simply captivated by. I didn't always feel that way about her, she wasn't always the amazing beauty that she was now. But, around fifth year, I could see a change in her, plus a change in me. I became less worried about the guys in school and more concerned with getting her. I guess one could almost say she made me a lesbian.
Of course, I never told anyone about my deepest desires. I was afraid of being shunned, and even if I didn't always blend in well, I still wanted to be accepted. But, more importantly, I didn't want her to find me disgusting for lusting after her the way I did. My plan was to slowly grow on her, then tell her at the right moment, maybe even win her over with my declaration of love that I have for her.
I was sitting alone in my carriage, as usual, and I was glancing out the window at the forest's edge, watching the heavy rain fall. Suddenly the door came open, and there she was, soaking wet and climbing into my carriage. I felt this tingling sensation between my legs as I looked her over. I crossed my legs, hoping to relieve the feeling. She just looked at me.
"May I sit here? I spent all the time getting the first years off with Hagrid that ever place else is full now," she said, making an excuse to come sit with me. But I didn't care, as long as she was sitting with me.
I nodded my head and gave her a soft smile. "Oh, of course, there's plenty of room in here for you," I said softly, in a delicately smooth tone. She returned the smile and climbed in, taking the seat across from me. "You're soaking wet," I said. "You should probably get those robes off before you catch a cold."
She nodded as she slipped them off, and then the tingling sensation between my legs grew stronger. She was in her uniform and her white blouse also happened to be thoroughly soaked and clinging to her form. I tried hard not to stare, and even harder not to reach out and grab her breasts, which stood out so firm and full. She was poking out of her shirt and I could see her erect nipples, obviously from the cold wetness that was all over her.
She rang out her hair, her soft brown locks now in a tangle of messy, wet curls that fell across her face. This time I couldn't help but reach across, brushing her hair out of her face. The back of my hand swept across her cheekbone, a sudden rush of warmth came to them. I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
"You know," she said softly, looking right at me. "I, um, feel stupid for asking this, but at the moment I have seemed to misplace your name," she said quietly.
I just smiled at her, my love. I could never be mad at her, even for that. But only if she knew. After all, she probably knew it, she was just flustered at the moment, I could tell by the redness that was in her delicately soft cheeks still.
"It's quite alright," I said to her. "A lot of people don't know it. But it's Olivia," I said holding out my hand to her.
She took my hand and shook it gently. "And of course, I'm…"
"Hermione, I know," I said, still smiling. Oh trust me, I knew who she was. I yearned to know more of her. "It's hard to miss you around school, you seem to be everywhere any more. Plus, every professor in school goes on about your talents and intellect."
She blushes more at my comments and a smile creeps into her cheeks. Oh how I love that smile of hers, so pure, so innocent just like she was. I couldn't help but keep smiling at her.
"Well, thank you," she said with a nod. "You're very kind."
I nodded as well. "Well, you haven't done anything wrong to me, there is no point in not being kind," I said. But I wanted to add so much more. I wanted to tell her how kind I could be to her, how loving and sweet I would treat her. How my life would be complete if I could wake up every morning to have her beautiful figure by my side.
It was then that I noticed her nipples once more. They were still just as erect, her breast just as firm as when she had taken off her robes. Surely she must have adjusted to the temperature by now…wait, does that mean, I'm stimulating her now? Oh, how perfect that would be. I was now longing to know if she had the same tingly sensation between her legs that I got when I thought on her.
Then sadly, and abruptly, the carriage stopped. Hermione promptly threw her wet robes back on. "Well, looks like we're here,"
"Perhaps we'll see each other around," I said with a nod.
She just smiled at me and nodded. "I hope we do," she said before getting off the carriage and disappearing into the hoard of students making their way into the castle.
I just sat there for a moment, she wanted to see me again. I thought hard about what this could possibly mean. Was it possible that my love, my Hermione, wanted me as much as I wanted her. The thought brought a smile to my lips, and made my hand slide down the front of my skirt, down into my panties. Sure enough, they were soaked, and not from the rain either. I was so excited and thrilled at the prospect of having a chance of being with Hermione. Just the thought of her was enough to make me quick slide one of my own fingers deep into myself. I closed my eyes and thought once more of her breasts, me ripping open her shirt and sucking gently on one as her fingers moved up into me, rather than my own.
As I thought on this, and kept pleasuring myself, I moaned out her name softly. I was dying for her touch, I needed it now.
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