Sorry for the delay - real life, you know...
There was a continuity error in the first chapter, it has been corrected, thanks to a reviewer. And speaking of reviews: I love them - keep'em coming!
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The morning after he didn't think he would be able to face her. He had seen her in sweet ecstasy while peeping on her. He felt ashamed - and still slightly turned on. So he stayed in the dungeons the entire day. But when everyone else went to bed, he went to the lake.
He cast a disillusionment charm and sat down by the lake. He loathed himself for doing it, but he wasn't able to resist the temptation. He didn't have to wait long, before Hermione came down to the lake. She laid her towel down near the shore and began to undress.
He watched her as she walked naked out into the water. She was so beautiful - he just couldn't keep his eyes of her. It seemed like she just wanted to swim this night, but he enjoyed the sight of her - so free and careless in the water. He felt a rare moment of peace watching her. There was nothing sexual about the situation, just pure relaxation.
When Hermione came out of the water, she went and sat on her towel. She just sat there and looked out across the water. She looked so peaceful and serene. Even when she got up and got dressed and left the lake, he stayed and enjoyed the quiet night.
-{}-{}-{}-That night, when Hermione went for her swim, she definitely felt someone watching her. It didn't feel threatening, so she tried to ignore it. She got out of the water and sat on her towel to enjoy the view of the lake in the night. It was beautiful with the moonlight and the lights from Hogsmeade in the distance. She still felt watched and when a breeze brought a scent with it, she got a hint of who it might be. Once, the scent of herbs and sandalwood, would have left her scared and uneasy. But after the last few months she knew she had nothing to fear. It had probably been him she had heard the day before as well.
She knew she should be angry or ashamed of herself, but actually she felt it a bit of a turn on to think about how he had been watching her touch herself. Perhaps he had even taken his cock out and touched himself over the sight of her. She then decided, that she would give him something to wank about if he came back the next night.
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The next night she went to the lake as usual, but this time she came prepared. She wanted to make sure she heard him moan!
She had borrowed Harry's map and before she left the castle she had checked and it was indeed him. He sat under a tree near where she used to undress. She tucked the map away and went down to the lake.
When she reached the lake, she quickly checked the place she knew he would be. And sure enough, she could see the slight glimmer in the air that came from an disillusionment charm if you knew exactly where to look and what to look for.
She laid down her towel about 12 feet from him and stretched her body, making sure he would see her body in silhouette against the moonlight. Then she started undressing. First she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop from her shoulders leaving her in skirt and a green silk bra. He probably wasn't able to see the details, but it made her feel sexy. She let her hands slide down her breasts and stomach. When they reached her hips, she unzipped her skirt and let her hands follow it down her butt.
The knowledge of him looking was turning her on - she felt her panties dampen and she couldn't keep her hands from herself while she opened her bra. She let her breasts out and the nipples immediately hardened from the light breeze, that caressed her hot body. When she took one of them between her fingers and rolled it, she couldn't hold back a moan. It felt so good and she really wished it was him touching her.
Making sure he would see her arse, she hooked her panties with her fingers and bend over to remove them. Imagining it was her hands, she let them glide up her legs, over her arse and up to her breasts, where the small buds were aching for her touch. She flicked them for a while and then she heard the first noises from his direction. A slight rustle - she wouldn't have heard it if she hadn't been waiting for it.
She decided that now would be a good time to go for her swim. As she walked out into the cold lake, she made sure to sway her hips enticingly hoping he would enjoy the sight.
The water was as nice as ever, but knowing he was watching her just made her eager to go to the shore and continue her teasing. She swam a bit and returned to where she knew he could see her. Floating, so only her head and breasts were above water, she gently played with her breasts. Her nipples were so hard from the cold water, so when she pinched them it almost hurt, but in a way that went straight to her cunt. The way the water caressed her lips made her cunt ache for her touch, but this was all about him.
She didn't want to keep him waiting, so she swam to the shore and went up to where her towel and clothes were - where he was waiting for her. It had gotten a bit darker, so she couldn't see the glimmer from his disillusionment charm, but she could still feel him watching.
Bending down, she took up her towel, and starting drying her hair making sure he would get a good view of her breasts, as they moved in sync with her motions. She then dried her upper body, focusing on the hard peaks. Moaning, she massaged and pinched them, rolled them between her fingers and let her hands lift her breasts while she did it. She continued her way down her body, drying first her stomach and then her buttocks. Spreading her legs to dry her sex. The thought of him watching had made her rather turned on and wet, so she gave up drying and spread her lips to gently probe her sheath. She was positively soaking.
She dropped the towel to the ground and dropped to her knees, still with a finger inside herself. Smearing her juices over her pussy she began caressing her clit with one hand as the other went to her nipples again. She liked it rough, so she pinched the buds so hard that she gave a small scream while her other hand was rubbing her clit harder and harder. This was for him, so even though she just felt like coming right away, she wanted to make sure he got something to look at.
She leant backwards and took both hands to her breasts, kneading them, while moaning a bit louder than usual. They felt heavy in her hands and she was wondering how it would feel if it was his hands holding them. She imagined, that they'd be rough and calloused - that he would be strong and assertive. She moved her body forward, putting one hand on the ground and let the other move down over her stomach, through her soft curls and found her dripping cunt. Imagining he was standing on his knees behind her, massaging her breasts, she inserted two fingers in herself and started fucking herself on her hand. Soon two fingers wasn't enough and she added a third. Her entire body was moving in rhythm as she fucked herself, while wishing it was him. She heard rustling and weak hard breathing, so apparently he was enjoying the view and it just turned her even more on.
It was impossible for her to hold herself anymore, so reluctantly she removed her fingers from her pussy and lied down on her back. Legs spread wide open, she let one hand pinch and squeeze her nipples while the other went straight for her clit. She really wanted to be fucked - hard - by him! But she had to make do with herself. So she pinched her clit hard between two fingers and rolled it. She gasped. It felt soo good. She just needed to get filled as fast as possible and she began fucking herself with one hand and kept pinching and stroking her clit.
She imagined that he was stroking his magnificent cock, while he was enjoying the sight of her. That he was as horny now as she was. That he was wishing that he was fucking her instead of her own fingers. And the thought of him fucking her was enough to drive her over the edge and she came hard with a scream.
While she was coming down again she heard a gasp from his direction - perhaps he had been enjoying it as much as she had? She hoped so.
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What do you say: His point of view or just on with the story?