I only write AU's where there is no war. My fics are mostly slice of life and smut. A few darker fics in the works but slow to update. Hermione is a RAVENCLAW in this fic, as she is in most of my fics.

There are highschool aged characters in sexual situations in this story. Later there is one instance of a highschool aged character with an adult. It will be consensual and I will post a warning at the beginning of the chapter. Smut with maybe a very small smidge of plot. But really, its just gonna be the History of Hermione's sex life, lol.

There were only ever a handful of Muggle-borns at Hogwarts at any one time. What with muggle-borns making up only around ten percent of the magical population. Pair that with being spread between four different houses and several different grades, well they never really chatted or were able to form friendships amongst each other. Or maybe they were all just so busy trying to acclimate and fit in that they were afraid to.

Whatever the reason that kept them all apart, one thing was clear. There seemed to be an unspoken rule that they all followed. If you learned something new, big or small, whatever it may be that seemed to be common knowledge to Pure Bloods and Half Bloods, you shared it with the others. Being pulled aside while walking down the halls to class, or a tap on your shoulder before you walked into the Great Hall for lunch and a shared knowing look was all it took to follow the other student and listen to what news they had to share, or knowledge they had to impart. Usually it was some form of etiquette or unspoken social rule that seemed asinine to the muggle-borns. Spells as well, usually protection and warding's.

It was in Hermione's Third year that a kind witch from Hufflepuff had asked her to follow her to a private study room in the library. Melissa Monroe was in her final year at Hogwarts and a Prefect. Hermione was intrigued. Though she had been pulled aside before and had news shared with her, this seemed to be something bigger, as the muggle-born Hufflepuff motioned for her to sit and get comfortable.

"Granger, your what? Thirteen years old?" The blonde witch had a slight Scottish lilt to her words.

"Fourteen actually." Hermione supplied.

She merely nodded while humming. Monroe did not have an unkind look on her face, but she did seem to be weighing her words before she spoke.

"I didn't learn what I'm about to share with you until my Fourth year, but the thing is… Well, you're bloody powerful."

Monroe sighed out the last part, almost as if she was imparting some bad news. Hermione didn't quite know what to say to that.

Yes, she knew she was powerful. Though it seemed that magical power could be trained and enhanced throughout one's life. There also seemed to be some, like her, that were just born gifted with naturally large magical reserves. Few and far between, but it wasn't as rare as say, being a muggle-born. She knew of a few other students that had larger than normal magical signatures and auras for their age group.

"Gods, how do I begin to explain this to you? You will soon start to notice, or perhaps you have already noticed people seem to be drawn to you?" Monroe asked hesitantly.

Hermione only had to think for a moment before nodding her head in affirmation. She had never been one of the popular girls in muggle primary school. She had no friends before coming to Hogwarts in fact. She wasn't sure if she would call the people around her now friends, well, save for Luna.

But she had noticed that people seemed to come up and talk to her more. Sit next to or near her wherever she goes. Even Malfoy and Nott, Slytherins from well known Pure-Blood families would join her in her favorite study nook in the Library. Malfoy didn't even seem to like her and Nott just seemed indifferent to her altogether. Yet, without fail, both would join her on Mondays and Thursdays to quietly complete homework together.

"It's your magic you see. Well, not yours specifically, but people with strong magical abilities. They attract others to them. Or, well, that's not quite right either." Monroe bit her lip while looking around the small room, as if trying to find the right words written on the walls somewhere.

"Professor Snape." Monroe almost stuttered over the name of their tall and dark Defense Professor. Her cheeks turned red. (1)

"He is quite Magically gifted, I am sure you have noticed."

Hermione nodded again, Her brows furrowed, wondering just where this was going.

"Well he isn't exactly very nice is he? Or traditionally handsome." Monroe didn't even wait for her response this time she just plowed on.

"But you like being around him don't you? His Magical Aura, even though he keeps a tight leash on it, well it-it's quite se-seductive… don't you think?" The poor girl was positively glowing in embarrassment at this point.

Finally, the curly haired little Ravenclaw (2) understood what Monroe was trying to get at. Hermione had already put most of the pieces of the puzzle together by Third year. Or at least an approximation. She was young after all, and had limited knowledge of sex and attraction at that point. But as Monroe continued to basically word vomit her way through the Magical version of the birds and the bee's talk, everything fell into place for Hermione. She had suspected and now had it confirmed that people could be and were attracted to certain Magical signatures. And usually the more powerful the person's magical ability, the more attractive or alluring they seemed to others. It also went a step beyond even that though according to Monroe. The more powerful you were, it seemed the more extreme your own reactions were to others with magical abilities closer to your own, or above. (3)

"Listen." Monroe took her hand in hers, shaking Hermione from her thoughts as she internalized all the new information she was given.

"Muggle-borns have a hard enough time of things. From what I have seen nothing changes outside of school. We can live in their world, but there will always be a sense of "Otherness" about us to the rest of them."

The Hufflepuffs eyes softened as she looked down at Hermione.

"You're so young and already so powerful. That power will grow as you do, and if you use it right you will be able to use it as a shield and a badge of honor. However, power attracts power. Be careful."

It hit her then, Monroe was worried about her. About the little Ravenclaw she had only ever seen in passing. Suddenly Hermione was the one embarrassed. Her eyes were tearing up, and her breath was coming in ragged. She wasn't used to people caring about her or her feelings. The blond witch pulled Hermione into a heartfelt hug then and it took all Hermione had to hold it together. She couldn't remember the last time she had been hugged. Her own parents were the definition of English stoicism. Her father was never really around, and even when he was he did not care for emotional outbursts. As for her Step Mother, they had never really bonded, and her magical outbursts as a young child had only further alienated the woman from her.

Monroe stayed with her a bit after. Talking over classes, and even some spells Hermione had been studying ahead in the syllabus and practicing. When they finally parted ways she had one last word of advice for Hermione.

"Don't tell your parents."

Hermione could only blink at that.

"The Magical world is a bit more… liberal… when it comes to sexuality. And from what I have seen, Muggle parents don't usually react too favorably to such things."

Yes, Hermione had indeed noticed that. Her first trip to Diagon Alley had been with Professor McGonagall, and her parents had not attended. She had been glad of it, as she knew her father would not have approved of the scantily clad style that seemed in fashion among the Magical world. She wondered it McGonagall had done it on purpose, perhaps knowing that Muggles would be overwhelmed not only by the magic, but by the large cultural differences as well.

From the little Hermione had gathered, Marriage also seemed to be somewhat different in the Magical World. Triads were quite normal, no one blinked an eye at homosexual couples, and many even preferred not to get married at all. Having children out of wedlock with a dear friend was actually quite common, and co-parenting seemed mostly effortless among them.

Hermione only nodded to the other girl. She definitely would not be telling her parents about any of this.

She has her first kiss the following year at fifteen. She had only just got back to Hogwarts the day before from summer holidays. She was at the far end of the Black Lake, her wand out, casting nonstop. Summoning a wind, which blew up leaves and loose grass. She turned the debris into a flock of birds, then the birds into flower petals that drifted to the grounds in a shower of colors. The curly haired witch laughed as the conjured petals fell all around her before turning and pointing her wand to the lake's surface, pulling a fountain of water up and forming it into random shapes before freezing them, then blasting each shape with a Bombarda.

She had turned around again, this time facing the forest edge nearby, a spell on the tip of her tongue, only to freeze in place. Cedric Diggory stood a few feet from her, a broom in one hand, his honey brown hair a mess. He must have been out for a fly when he had stumbled upon her.

"Never thought what it must be like for Muggle-borns, being away from Magic all summer." He muttered as he looked around in wonder. The handsome Hufflepuff reached out and plucked a pink petal from the air.

"That was fantastic to watch Granger." He smiled at her, that warm smile all Hufflepuff's seemed to be able to give.

Hermione couldn't help but blush. He had the measure of it exactly after all. It was like an itch that you could never quite scratch. The trace was unbearable for Muggle-borns. Magical children had other options though. They grew up practicing with their parents' wands, and would even use them from time to time during summer hol's, though they weren't supposed to.

The tall Wizard then stepped up next to her, and started casting as well. Soon enough they were casting in tandem. He coaxed the flower petals that had fallen to the ground into various little animals, and she would conjure a crocodile made out sand from the beach to eat them. It was the first time Hermione had ever actually 'played' with magic, and it was fun. She could feel Cedric's magic all around her. It reminded her of a river. Strong and steady, calming and comforting. She couldn't help but wonder what her magic felt like to him. Hermione had an affinity for fire. What must that feel like for someone like him, who so clearly had an affinity for water?

An hour or so later found them sitting on the beach next to each other and laughing. Cedric had a bit of sweat on his brow, and Hermione offered him a kerchief to wipe it off. They were close, too close. He was looking at her unabashedly. He seemed to be one of those sorts of people, you know the kind, that never really seem to get embarrassed. Hermione supposed when you were as effortlessly handsome and charming is him, you never really had need to be embarrassed.

He smiled that soft kind smile of his and slowly leaned down, giving her time to pull away. She didn't, move away that is. This kiss was sweet like the Wizard next to her. Hermione wasn't sweet though. No, Hermione was made of fire. She ran a hand over his jawline and up over his shoulders. Moaning into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. Soon enough, she was in the Hufflepuff's lap, straddling him, pulling lightly on his hair as she nipped at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss once more. His hands were hesitant at first, then frantic as they ran over her legs, her sides, around her back.

She had never done this before, but a deep part of her knew what to do. Her body moved of its own volition. Grinding down on the hard spot in his lap, seeking friction as she attacked his mouth. It didn't take long before he started to tremble and let out a strangled cry beneath her.

She pulled back slowly, looking at the blushing Wizard whose lap she sat on. He was breathing deeply, small tremors still passing through him.

"Her-Hermione, love. You-your magic" He stuttered.

"Oh!" It hit her then, suddenly. In the heat of the moment she had let go of the careful control she always maintained of her magic. In her lust she had wrapped her magical aura around the both of them tightly, and to some unintentional consequences it seemed…

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean-"

Cedric just laughed, his cheeks a bright red, and he kissed her once to silence her apologies.

"No need to apologize. It's just, wow. It's quite a lot isn't it?"

He meant her Magic. She had nothing to say because she didn't really know. She had thought them equally matched, even though he was two years above her. But after an hour of playing on the beach, she had been fine, and he had been winded from the magical exertion.

They eventually got up and cleaned themselves. Both a bit shy after everything, they couldn't help but keep smiling and laughing when they caught each others eye. He had kindly offered to give her a lift to the Castle on his broom. Hermione emphatically declined. Brooms had always scared the living daylights out of her. To her surprise he chose to walk her to the Castle instead of fly away. It was kind of him, and she appreciated it. Cedric was a gentleman through and through it seemed.

He had walked her all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower, kissing her one last time before turning away with a goofy smile on his face. As far as first kisses went, she thought she did quite well. It had been a fun and educational experience. Hermione couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to Kiss someone with power equal to hers though…

1. I have Snape is the Defense Professor in some of my AU's, and Slughorn as the Potions.

2. Again, in most of my AU's, Hermione is in Ravenclaw.

3. This is standard in all my AU's. I talk about magical being a tangible thing you can feel in all my stories. And that people react emotionally and physically to others magic.

Chapter 2 is already finished, it just needs to be edited. I will be posting it tomorrow. This story is going to be around 3 chapters, and I will probably be able to post them all before the weekend is done.