Sorry, I've recently had a butt-load of essays to hand in and exams to study for. I'm going to start writing chapter five soon so expect it to be up some time next month.
Time to meet the 'dirty little secret' herself!
Chapter 4 – dirty little secret
Hermione had a 'dirty little secret' (so wonderfully put by herself to one rather pissed off Ronald Weasley) everyone knew it to be the case; they just didn't have any solid evidence. Why would they? They'd never catch her unless she wanted them to. Libra could come up with a place to meet Hermione and you could pretty much guarantee they were not going to be caught. Fact.
"Libra is as cunning as she is sexy." Hermione whispered to herself as she made her way to the girls shower room. She was avoiding the prefect's bathroom as she knew that Parkinson had invited some non-prefect Slytherins to use the top quality facilities. Not because of any altruistic reason, oh no, this is Parkinson after all. 'She only does it so she can gloat about getting to use those facilities everyday, so indirectly boasting about her higher position in the school hierarchy.' Hermione (over)thought to herself as she walked into the girl's shower room. She then proceeded to get undressed and take her toiletries into the communal shower.
Hermione was now alone in the shower getting ready for her usual liaison with Libra, when Ginny walked in unnoticed.
"Bloody hell Hermione! When you said she was into the 'rough stuff' you weren't joking, were you!"
Upon walking into the shower room Ginny noticed that Hermione's back was home to quite a few scratches and bruises as well as a number of love bites on her upper part.
"Oh, hey Ginny. Is it really that noticeable?"
"Just be glad we're the only ones in here to see it. What does she do to you anyway? Looks to me like she beats you."
"She doesn't beat me." Hermione said indignantly. "She's just really passionate, that's all."
"Passionate? It looks like she's been trying to mark you as her possession or something." Said Ginny, shaking her head in disbelief. The thought of that girl hurting ('or branding!') Hermione like that made Ginny feel like hexing her into oblivion.
She walked over to Hermione for a closer look.
"Turn back around and let me see what she's done to you." She ordered her friend. She then ran her hands over Hermione's back and could see that the damage wasn't as bad as it looked when she had seen it upon entering the room. However, this didn't change the way she felt about the girl Hermione was supposed to be meeting in an hour's time.
The two girls stood under the running water for a few more minutes, Ginny still absent mindedly stroking Hermione's back, until Ginny finally broke the silence between them. Sighing, she whispered; "Oh Hermione, when I said formulate a plan to get him back I didn't mean for you to do something this drastic. How could a girl as smart as you allow herself to be treated like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like some kind of slave, to be used and abused. You're so much better than that, Hermione." Ginny said, in rather a pleading tone.
"Ginny you are a sweetheart. But it really isn't as bad as you think." Hermione said now turning to look her friend in the eye. "Honest." She quickly added seeing the sceptical look her friend was giving her. "She just gets a little… over exited sometimes."
Ginny raised her eyebrows, as she muttered "uh-hum?" then a grin that quite clearly meant 'Okay' appeared on her face. Hermione's last line had obviously amused her. But she still wasn't wholly convinced about this Libra girl.
"Besides, am I not the one using her for my own gain? Not that she's all too bothered by that mind you."
"What? You mean she knows that you're only using her to get at Ron?" To Ginny the situation was getting weirder and weirder every few seconds.
"Yeah, she knows." The matter-of-fact tone in which Hermione spoke was quite amusing, considering what they were talking about.
"Hey, how did you find out she was… you know…?" Ginny coaxed after a few minutes of silence between them.
"She and another girl were the inspiration for my plan." Hermione stated.
"Care to elaborate?" asked Ginny, rather confused at Hermione's less than detailed explanation.
"Well…" Hermione then went on to explain the scene that took place in the library. "…and I recognised one of the girls that were making a break for it… as her." She finished.
"Oh. So how did you two 'hook-up' then?"
"I confronted her and she started to flirt with me. She was trying to seduce me so that she'd have something to blackmail me with if I threatened to tell anyone what I'd seen in the library."
"Wow, cunning!" Ginny had to admit, she was impressed by the way this girl thought things through. "So then what?" she probed.
"Then I told her about Ron and she offered to help me out. She would be my secret lover in exchange for me being at her beckon call. That was the night I came back with the love bite" She reminisced.
"But, you don't go far though, do you?" Ginny asked rather gingerly.
"What do you mean?" a rather perplexed Hermione inquired.
"Do you just snog and touch… or do you go… erm… further?" a tinge of red was making its way across Ginny's face, she wanted to know but was embarrassed all the same.
"Why Ginny, I never knew this kind of thing turned you on." -Insert evil look from Ginny- "to answer your question- *sigh*- we kiss and touch and grope each other, that's about it. I wouldn't want it to go any further than that. I haven't and don't particularly want to sleep with her"
"Oh good. You were starting to worry me there." A relieved Ginny said as both girls started to giggle.
Hermione was now on her way to the empty classroom on the right hand corridor of the seventh floor. After finishing in the shower room and wishing Ginny a goodnight, she had applied what little makeup she needed and got dressed, ready for the night of rather raunchy activities that lay ahead.
She had decided to wear a denim mini skirt which came just above her knees, a black, (rather gothic looking) tight-fitted shirt with the top two buttons undone which showed off her curves beautifully, and suede, knee-high black boots completed the outfit. Her hair was in curly pig-tails with not a stray strand in sight. She also wore her school robe, a) to cover what she was actually wearing, b) because it was a school night, and c) because if anyone asks what she's up to, she can lie and say that she is fulfilling her duties as a prefect by patrolling the halls -and empty classrooms!
'Here it is' she thought to herself as she stood facing the door of the disused classroom described in Libras note. She straightened herself up and applied her favourite lip-gloss (the one Libra likes so much) before opening the door.
As she looked into the disused classroom she saw that the isle made by desks, leading up to the front of the class and the teacher's desk, was lit by around a dozen floating candles. Not a particularly unusual site in a school for magic, unless you count the pretty blond girl perched rather provocatively upon the teacher's desk.
Libra had long, straight, platinum blond hair and deep blue eyes, not to mention a smile that got the attention of almost every boy with a pulse. And right now she was aiming that smile straight at Hermione, with devastating effect.
She was wearing a baby-blue fitted t-shirt which showed off a little cleavage, hipster jeans and black boots.
"Well hello there Kitten, fancy seeing you here." She said, making Hermione smile back with confidence. Nothing has ever boosted Hermione's confidence more than knowing she's wanted, and Libra definitely wanted her right now- that much was obvious.
"I couldn't stay away. Not after last night." Hermione said as she swaggered seductively towards the front of the class taking off her robe and flinging it half hazard on one of the benches to her right. She came to a stop right in front of her blonde companion, still sitting on the desk, and was standing between her open legs.
As Libra put her arms around Hermione's neck, Hermione placed her hands on each of Libras thighs.
For a moment or two the girls just stood (or sat) in silence looking deep into each other's eyes, Hermione then bowed her head slightly, allowing Libra to place a tender kiss on her forehead, before moving to rest her head on Libras shoulders.
"My friend recons you abuse me." Hermione said into the other girl's shoulder.
"Does she now?" Came the response.
Hermione was now lightly kissing the blondes' neckline.
"She saw… the marks… on my body." Hermione whispered between kisses.
"And why, may I ask, was she checking out your body?" Asked the blond, raising her eyebrows.
"We were in the shower" Hermione said looking straight into her lovers eyes once more, before resuming the kissing. This time it was Libras face and lips that got the pleasure of Hermione's soft, sensual kisses.
As Libra wavered slightly under the pleasure she went on talking, determined to tease Hermione for a little longer, despite her body pleading for her to loose herself to Hermione completely.
Stroking her hands over Hermione's rather glossy hair Libra asked; "and why was I not invited?"
"Very funny!" Hermione retorted "But I don't recall wanting to come here to talk. Now quit teasing and start kissing"
"Oho touché. Besides, since when have you been the boss? I thought that was my position." Libra said, standing up and grabbing both of Hermione's hands ready to pin her down.