Warning: Mentioning Teen sex. Don't read if it upsets you.

1 Frustrated

Hermione felt extremely frustrated. She had really tried, but nothing she had done got her the results she wanted. She was also worried, knowing that when frustrated so much, she was bound to do things she might later regret. She was at a loss on how to solve her dilemma.

It all started during the first year, when Harry, that noble stupid boy, jumped on the back of a mountain troll that was easily three times his size. She knew, as soon as she could think again, that she wanted that boy to stay in her life forever. She had tried to become his friend even before, as she thought he might like some friends, just like her – not an easy task for someone whose only friends had been books. It helped that she joined him that night, when he responded to Malfoy's challenge, ending up facing the three-headed dog. There's nothing to cement friendship so well as facing dangers together. Of course, she had to befriend that redhead as well. He was already the boy's friend, although she couldn't see why HER Harry would befriend such a person.

Friendship was nice. It was more than good enough during the first year and almost enough during the second. It was during the third year that she started feeling that she wanted much more than mere friendship, yet even taking part in all his adventures didn't help advance the relationship. Sure, she was now his best friend, just like the redhead, but for all he knew, she could just as well be a boy who slept in a different dorm. Damn! She was a GIRL! Couldn't he see that? She even pressed her front to his back when riding that flying beast. She also had the best excuse – fear of flight. If Harry ever felt her feminine breasts pressed to his back, he never showed it in any way. He may have blushed, but it was too dark to notice.

Fourth-year gave her a chance, and she took it as best as she could. She gave Harry every support he needed. She visited him in the Champion's tent before the first task and hugged him tightly. There was no way he could ignore the two swells on her front, she was sure, but then that insufferable reporter destroyed it all.

When the Yule Ball was announced, she was almost sure he would ask her to be his date as soon as he knew he needed one. Harry disappointed her once again. She then thought that jealousy could also be used to further her goal. A few upper-class boys had already noticed her. She was still reluctant to accept their offers as they could imply some longer-term relations. She was lucky that Viktor Krum didn't have his girlfriend near and he needed a date just like Harry. She felt quite safe becoming his date and using that occasion to make her oblivious noble boy aware of her becoming a young woman. If only she could do something about her face…

Harry and Ron finally noticed she was a girl only a few days before the ball. She felt very smug telling them that she already had a date. Unfortunately, that made Harry take Parvati as his date. It was a low blow. She feared that she could lose him to the exotic beauty. Parvati was, in Hermione's opinion, the most beautiful girl in their year, with only Padma – her twin sister – being as beautiful. Yet her noble crush didn't seem to notice that. He did seem to notice her, eventually, when she appeared at Krum's side, looking as glamorous as a Hollywood star.

It went only a bit smoother after that ball. She could see Harry's eyes boring into her blouse whenever she bent down, letting the loose garments reveal a bit of her breasts. It made her hopes rise a bit, and she made sure to give him ample opportunities for ogling her. And Harry didn't do any more than that! Wasn't that frustrating?

The fifth year was awful. Not only was Harry in a bad mood due to the loss of Cedric and the resurrection of Voldemort, but he also had to face Dementors and then Umbridge, which was even worse in many ways. And the worst, from Hermione's point of view – Cho Chang was showing interest in Harry, and he had a small crush on her since the previous year. It didn't go anywhere, eventually, but it made her fifth year one she wouldn't like to remember, especially with that battle at the end of the year and the loss of Sirius, not to mention hers and Ron's injuries.

Now, in the sixth year, she was too frustrated with Harry. Maybe it was wrong to focus her whole being on that single boy. He was turning into a very nice young man, but he was still oblivious to her. Maybe she should pursue another goal? Ron was also maturing nicely, at least physically, as her dorm mates were certain to notice. Even his manners were improving. Somewhat. She tried to shift her focus to Ron.

It proved successful for a while. Ron seemed to care for her, although he was still clueless about how to handle a girlfriend. She didn't think he would appreciate getting instructions from her, though.

Then it all blew up. Lavender showed interest in Ron and they started snogging and groping in full view of the common room. It was so disgusting! It would have been lovely if he was doing this with her, and in a secluded place, of course.

Well, she did punish him with those conjured birds. Yes, she did! Still, she now needed to look for another love interest, as Ron was not reliable enough. She should have known this already, judging by how he had acted with Harry in previous years. Looking around, she saw another boy who was losing his child attributes and turning into a very impressive young man – Neville. The only problem was that he seemed hooked on Hannah Abbott, although he was still too shy to do anything about that. Well, if Hermione would act wisely enough, she just might be able to change that.

Hermione's frustration was reaching its peak. Harry, after being oblivious to the female gender, was finally showing some interest – but it focused on Ginny; Ron, whom she didn't like much initially, but started somewhat liking, was now with Lavender; her new interest – Neville – was just as bad, barely noticing she even existed while Hannah was anywhere within his field of view. She had to do something about it. She just couldn't let things deteriorate any further!

She then had an idea, just before going to bed for the night. It was quite daring and not at all in line with what most people thought of her, but once it came into her head, she was sure that it would help her and make at least one of these boys more than interested in her. It required some careful planning and quite a bit of courage, but she wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing, was she?

–..–

It was a dreary weekend. The sky stayed dark grey, the wind blew cold and rain poured heavily at unexpected intervals. It was perfect for putting her plan into action. That morning, after breakfast, she went to the room of requirements to make her preparations. She tweaked every aspect of the room to perfection. Once satisfied, she made it lock itself to others, so she could be sure it would be available for her only, once some other parts of her plan were ready.

She spent the rest of the day as usual, urging Harry and Ron to do their homework on time and helping Neville with his. It was the same as she had been doing for several weeks already. She also sat for dinner with the three boys, yet Neville's eyes were set on the Hufflepuff table, where Hannah was sitting, Ron was talking over the table with Lavender, and Ginny was sitting at Harry's other side. Hermione hoped she could still execute her plan.

It was so frustrating to see each of her prospects showing interest in another girl! It only made her more determined, though. Luckily, Parvati dragged Lavender away for some urgent gossip and Ginny suddenly had a stomach ache (courtesy of a short spell from Hermione's wand). As they were finishing dinner, Hermione spoke. "I need to show you something. Please come with me."

Both Harry and Ron were accustomed to her ordering them around when it was about school matters. They only sighed and stood up. Neville needed to be urged once more. It helped that the Hufflepuff girls were also leaving the great hall.

Harry was the first to recognize the way she was taking them. "Aren't we going to the room of requirements?"

"Sure we are. Where else can I show you something, being sure not to be disturbed by others?"

Harry smiled at her. "Of course you're right. I just didn't think…"

Once there, Hermione paced three times and a door opened. The boys couldn't see much beyond the door as there was a dark red curtain obscuring the view. They just followed her in. She closed the door and made it vanish, once they were all inside.

Moving the curtain aside, Hermione let the boys into a room with similar colours to the Gryffindor common room. A large fire roared in the fireplace, keeping it much warmer than the common room. Several sofas were scattered near it and a large bed stayed in the dark, a bit farther away, unnoticeable by the boys. Although similar, the colours were also warmer than the more formal colours of the common room, making it much cosier.

"Take off your robes. It's very warm in here." Hermione took off her robes first, staying in a very revealing dress that barely reached her thighs. They couldn't yet know, but she was not wearing anything under it. The boys were not looking at her, each taking off the robes and putting them aside. Harry was the first to turn around. He gasped at seeing her that way. The two others turned and gasped too.

"What's so surprising? These robes are warm enough when inside. No need to dress too heavily when wearing them," Hermione said.

"Sure," Harry agreed. "It's still too warm, even without the robes. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

"Not at all. I suggest you all take off as much as you dare. It will be more comfortable that way. Take your shoes and socks off as well. The carpet here feels fantastic on bare feet."

Harry was the first to act. A moment later, he was only wearing his (way too large) grey boxers and nothing else. Hermione was quite pleased with what she saw. Ron would not be left behind. Although more reluctant, he soon stayed in only his striped red and yellow boxers. Neville seemed to hesitate much longer, but then he removed it all, staying only in very skimpy dark-blue briefs that barely covered his package.

Hermione felt like jumping in triumph, but this was only the first step. "Now I am dressed too much. I'm going to take this off, but you need to excuse me since I forgot to put my knickers on."

She swiftly took her dress off, staying completely naked, as three pairs of eyes looked at her body with fascination. Hermione knew that it was as curvy as any girl's, at least. She had ample occasions to compare her curves to those of other girls while using the common bathrooms, and she was certain that she had as attractive a body as any. It was her face that she wasn't too content with.

"You're… marvellous!" Harry blurted.

"Thank you, Harry. I think that now you three are too clothed. Why don't you all take the rest off?" she suggested sweetly, her heart drumming loudly in her ears.

This time, it was Neville who was first to remove his underwear. It was actually a relief for him since his erection was too big for the small briefs to cover. He still blushed madly, especially when Hermione gasped at the sight. What she saw was certainly much longer and thicker than she expected. By now, both Harry and Ron were sporting just as stiff erections, although their looser underwear made it a bit more comfortable. They both removed their boxers hesitantly, letting Hermione enjoy the way their bodies were reacting to her nakedness.

She could now put a mental checkmark on another step in her plan. Yet the next was more difficult – at least for her.

"Now, who would like to get a go at me first?" she asked as innocently as she could. Judging by what she saw, they were all very eager. This didn't mean they were mentally ready. As far as she knew, none of them had any experience, not even Ron, despite sometimes seeming to merge with Lavender.

As expected, the boys looked hesitantly at each other, wanting very much to gain this experience, yet fearing of failing, and with some witnesses to boot. Harry was the first to decide. "I'm willing to be first," he said, not sounding quite sure of himself.

This was all that Hermione needed. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to bed. It was darker there, but just as warm. Hermione thought that she would feel less exposed that way. Once they reached the bed, Hermione climbed on it and lay on her back, beckoning Harry to set himself over her.

It didn't go quite as she had imagined, but it was even better that way. Harry didn't just mount her and plunge in, as she initially expected. He started caressing her face, tracing her lips with his fingers and kissing them lightly. She didn't expect it, but she felt as if his kisses were setting her on fire. She even felt the sparks when his lips approached hers, wondering if that had any meaning. She couldn't really use her mind, though. As Harry's hands started roaming her body, his lips kissing wherever they could, sucking her nipples, teasing her navel, she lost all semblance of coherence.

Harry stopped just before entering. "Why did you stop," she asked, aching for him to continue.

"I've heard that the first time may hurt a girl, and you…"

"I've taken care of that with a large cucumber, a few days ago. Don't worry now. Just go in, please." She almost pleaded with him.

Harry complied. He still made sure to be gentle, continuing his caresses, much closer to where they were uniting, this time. She couldn't last for long under these conditions. She soon reached her peak, exploding with pleasure that she could have never imagined. Somehow, she noticed Harry reach his peak as well, as another warm feeling crept into her soul.

It took her some time to regain her senses. Harry had slid out of her and had moved aside, yet was still hugging her tightly. She barely remembered inviting two more boys. She didn't feel like she wanted them any longer. Not quite coherent, she glanced in their direction. Both seemed to be very red on their faces. Looking down, she noticed that their erections were gone, yet a small whitish puddle formed in front of each.

"Enjoyed watching?" she asked leisurely.

Neither of the boys answered.

"I can see you no longer need me to relieve you," she said. "You may get dressed and go. Don't tell anybody of what was going here, unless you want to taste my wrath."

Both nodded. Ron still remembered the birds' incident. Neville knew he would never like to be on the wrong side of Hermione. She was very intimidating for him. Both quickly put their clothes on and left the room. Hermione ensured that the door didn't stay visible longer than strictly necessary.

Hermione then cuddled into Harry, feeling content. He hugged her tighter and they both drifted to sleep.

–..–

Hermione woke up slowly. She tried to still bask in the feeling of love but eventually had to open her eyes. For a brief moment, she wasn't sure where she was. The room was quite dim and she heard some soft snoring, only it was too far to come from somebody she was sharing a bed with. Looking around, she quickly realized that she was in her bed in the dorms, not in the room of requirements. When had she come back? She felt some suspicious wetness between her thighs. Was that…?

Whatever it was, she needed to handle it. She moved out of bed and into the bathroom, which was empty so early in the morning. She only needed one glance to understand – the wetness was her menstrual blood. She had forgotten to use the pads her mother had bought for her. She washed herself quickly and used her wand to remove all signs from both her knickers and her nightgown. Back in the dorms, she used the same spell to clear her bed of any signs of blood before tucking herself in, this time with an absorbent pad in place.

She couldn't go back to sleep, though. Her mind was dwelling on her encounter with the boys. Was it real, or was it just a dream? Her body seemed to signal that it was only a dream. Come to think of it, she had never used a cucumber THAT way, nor would she want to. Whenever the time came, she would like her man to know she saved herself for him, even if it hurt. She blushed at the memory of her dream encounter with Harry. She wouldn't mind giving herself to him, that was sure, but why drag his dorm mates into it? Even in her dream, they didn't mean much. And why did she picture their nudity that way? Well, Ron was leaving his things all over the place. She might have seen those boxers once when visiting the boys' room. How could she know that Neville used briefs and not boxers?

Her only guess was that she had gained this information out of one of the boys' memories, most probably Harry's. She didn't know how she gained it. She had not learned any Legilimency, so she couldn't possibly use it, even unintentionally. Was there anything else? She'd check in the library first thing in the morning, that was sure.

The more she thought about it, the more she was sure it was only a dream. Still, such vivid dreams could be very significant, magically speaking.

Hermione smiled. No matter what caused the dream, she now had a way to ease her frustration. Harry wouldn't know what hit him and would fall in love with her, forgetting Ginny. She would need to wait about a week, of course, make her plan full-proof and then execute it flawlessly. That dream showed her the way. In only a few days, Harry would be hers, and she didn't intend to let anybody take him away from her, once that happened.

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A.N. I thought to make this a one-shot, but it simply asked to be continued, and eleven chapters followed, as a result. Enjoy!

A.N.1 I intended to publish this a day earlier, but the site didn't accept any upload or even paste. Hopefully, it was just a one-time fluke. Judging by past experience, I'm not very confident about it.