An: based on every breath you take from the police. It went a little down the disturbing route.
Hermione felt like she was being watched. She was enjoying a drink with Harry. They met up every week for a drink after work. She didn't tell him she had received weird letters. It all started a few weeks ago, a non-descriptive owl landed on her window sill. He carried a blank envelope. She thought it was delivered at the wrong address until she opened the envelope. Two photos of her fell out of it. Hermione reached down to examine the photos. She gasped. There she was, eating an ice cream with Harry at Fortescue's. The other one was even more disturbing. It was a photo of her in her silk sleep shorts and camisole as she was dancing while making cookies.
She had updated the wards around her apartment and she hadn't received owl post since then. She hoped it stopped but when she came home from her drink with Harry, the same owl was sitting on her window sill with another envelope tied to its feet.
Hermione took the envelope of the owl with shaking hands. This time she was prepared. There were three photos in the envelope. One was from the night before where she had been working late at the Ministry. It was a photo of her making her way to the floo, her hair slightly crazy and her shirt and skirt a little rumpled. The second one was one of Harry and her just a few hours ago but the third one made her lose all the colour in her face.
It was a photo of her on her bed, dressed in just her panties. Her hands slid under the waist band of her panties and she was pleasuring herself. She knew from the look on her face, she just orgasmed. Hermione almost ripped that photo before the back of it caught her eye. 'I bet you taste as sweet as the berry blast you ate last week'.
Hermione couldn't hold this back anymore. She put them all back into the envelope, obscuring the view of the picture and she flooed Harry.
At the other end of London sat a man in a dark office. The only light came from a small desk lamp next to him. He was sorting through photos. New photos appearing every few seconds. Granger hadn't figured him out yet. She hadn't known about the type of wards people could use to take photos. He was sifting through the photos of the last few weeks. One where Granger was showering. One where she was making breakfast. One where she was snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, enjoying one of the rarer tomes he had sold her. But the few favourites of his were kept in a separate drawer in his desk. He opened the drawer and there it was. His magnificent collection of pictures of her. These were the pictures he used to picture her in bed next to him.
Most pictures in the drawers were of a nude Hermione, showering or getting out of the shower. In other ones she was pleasuring herself on the couch or the bed. But his favourite was a picture of her in her black lace thong and bra set, garter belt and black killer heels on standing in front of her closet, picking out an outfit for the Ministry ball. When he saw her on the ball, he had to fight the urge to ask her to dance. She would have said no anyway. So he had to love her from a distance, but he knew that she was going to make it more difficult for him judging from the last few pictures.
Harry Potter was in her flat and the pictures showed Harry looking at the photos he sent to her. Maybe it was time for them to get better acquainted with each other well. He'll think about it some more, she was due to pick up a tome the day after next. He smirked. He could make that work. He was going to show her she loved him even if she didn't know it yet.
I didn't have a specific male character in mind. So you decide?