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Frustration	By : firerose99 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, panting. Even though it was the middle of winter, she was burning up. She tried to remember the dream that had awakened her, but it was slipping away, just like trying to hold water in cupped hands. She knew that it was about her and Harry, and from past experiences, she figured that it had been a sexual dream. She had been having these kinds of dreams for months now, and all of them were about Harry. She didn't get it. She thought that she liked Ron, not Harry. Ever since her first year she had thought she liked Ron, but when she had hit puberty in the middle of her fourth year, it had been Harry, not Ron, that she had been dreaming about. She had had dreams about kissing him then, but that was all. After a few months past and she was separated from Harry a little over the summer, the dreams had subsided. Occasionally, she would get a dream about some boy that she was crushing on, but the dreams had mostly stayed away. But then, when she returned to Hogwarts for her sixth year, the dreams had returned, and they weren't about some random boy, and defiantly not Ron. They were all about Harry. Harry, kissing and sucking on her neck. Harry, running his hands over her stomach and brushing her nipples. Harry, dipping his hand down the front of her skirt and playing with her panty line. But, as she sat on the edge of her bed thinking, the dream came rushing back to her. They had been in the common room, alone, just talking. All of a sudden, Harry was on top of her, telling her he needed release that only she could give. She willingly let him kiss and caress her, but just as the release seemed near, she woke up.

She fell back against her pillows, groaning. She could see the sun begin to rise, and she knew that she needed to start getting ready. One of the best things about being Head Girl was getting up at your leisure to take a shower. She never had to worry about not getting to get in the shower because all of the other girls were in it, and she didn't have to worry about having someone walk in on her bathing. She had always been very modest, and didn't like some of the other girls looking and appraising her body. All of her dorm mates had bigger breasts than she, and she hated the feeling of them looking at her petite mounds. She knew that the boys liked the big boobs, because her last boyfriend had dumped her for a stupid, ugly girl with a full C cup.

She gathered her things to take to the bathroom so she could begin getting ready. As she walked in, she heard the sounds of the shower on the other side of the joint common room start up. She rolled her eyes. "Great," she thought. "Malfoy's up." She had learned that Malfoy was Head Boy a few minutes after she had boarded the Hogwarts Express. The large smirk and heavy strut she observed when Malfoy came on the train pretty much gave it away. Professor McGonnagl had informed them that they had to share a common room in the exact middle of the area where the house common rooms were located, that way they could help the teacher keep an eye on the students at all times. Hermione didn't mind having her own room and bathroom at all, it was just the fact that she had to share the common room with Malfoy that made it unbearable.

She sighed and walked into the bathroom. There was a large, sunk in bating pool in the middle of the floor, but she seldom used it. She thought that it was just a bit much. However, she didn't doubt one bit that Malfoy used it every day. She walked around the pool to the shower. It, too, was overwhelming, but she preferred it over the shower. It was completely glass, and had seven spouts that shot water, and three that shot soap. The spouts could be maneuvered anywhere, or could be set to rotate the sower, remain in one spot, shoot on and off, etc. Hermione never got tired of the spouts, and that was the main reason that she used it over the pool.

She undressed, and turned on the shower. She stepped in, and just let the spouts shoot randomly for awhile. She needed to relax, and she had plenty of time to do so. She was still shaken by the dream, and was frustrated by the fact that she knew she couldn't get any release. Every one of the girls she talked to about sex wasn't a virgin. She was tired of it. She wanted release that she knew she would never get. She leaned her body up against the cool glass and let the spouts wash her. She need to release some of the tension built up inside her. She had heard some girls talking about pleasing yourself, but she was to embarrassed to do it. Even though she was alone, she felt like everyone would know if she did touch herself. She though about it, and then she had an idea. Some of the spouts were shooting water up from the ground. She ordered them to stay there, and walked over to the nearest one. She hesitantly positioned herself over the spouts. She felt nothing at first, just awkward. but then, some of the water from the spouts parted the fold of skin protecting her sex, and she buckled. The water was zooming up her unexplored passage. It filled her with the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt. She began to lower herself, little by little down closer to the spout to intention the feeling. She was practically sitting on the spout, and needed more. She absent-mindedly let one of her hands explore herself. There were bumps and holes, but she was to scared to try anything. Whilst moving her hand around, she hit a bump larger than any of the other, and it sent waves of shock surging through her. She brushed her hand over the spot again, and pleasure continued the thrive in her very veins. She was in a trance. That was Harry's hand pleasuring her, the water was his tongue inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned his name. "Harry, oh god, yes!!" She quickened her movements over her nub. "Harry!! Oh, ugh, fuck," she screamed. Her eyes were shut and she was in a dream world. Suddenly, her legs gave out. She toppled over to the side of the spout, and was abruptly brought back to her situation. Her hand was sticky with her juices. She suddenly felt very cold and empty. She was so embarrassed that she had done that to herself. She quickly washed her hand, then the rest of her body and got out.

Once outside the shower, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She was still wet from the shower, and her hair was sending tiny droplets onto the floor. She grabbed her clothes and walked back to her room. She dropped her things on the floor, and laid down on the bed. She could fell the slightly damp towel pressing on her body, and she could see her nipples poking out through the fabric. She let her hands fall above her head, and her small breasts perked up. Oh, how she wanted to touch them, to pleasure herself again. Her hands began to move down the the towel, but she stopped herself. "No," she thought. "No, I'm not going to do that again. That was wrong." She was muttering now, but her hands started to move anyway. They tugged at the towel, and it fell around her body. The cold air stung her damp skin, but she liked the feeling. Her hands moved down to cup each of her tiny breasts, and they began to swirl around the mounds. Her breathing quickened. She allowed one of her hands to slowly move down to her abdomen, just above her folds. The other hand pinched and pulled at her hard nipple. She began to moan again. Her lower hand began playing around the entrance of her folds. She shut her eyes, and imagined Harry's green eyes staring at her, his body hovering over hers. Her index finger dipped in between the folds, and met wet warmness. She moaned louder. "Harry, harry. Oh gods..." The finger found her hole, and tentatively positioned itself to enter. "Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Take me now, please!! I can't take it anymore! Oh, gods..."

"What the holy fuck are you doing Granger!??" Hermione's hands stopped at once. Her eyes snapped open and she grabbed her towel, hastily trying to cover herself. Malfoy was standing in her doorway with his eyes wide open and staring at her. Her face felt like it was on fire. She began to stutter, but Malfoy stopped her with his sudden laughter.

"Shit! I can't believe that Hogwarts little angel was masturbating!!! And on top of that, she was masturbating thinking about Potter!" He fell on the floor, and began rolling with laughter. Hermione quickly jumped up, and flicked her wand. Her hair dried, and her robes appeared on her. She ran out the door, stepping over Malfoy, and tore from the shared common room with tears running from her eyes.

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OK! So Hermione had been found out! I have a rough idea for what I'm going to go with in the next chapter, but drop me a review if you have any ideas, complaints, or questions! Thanks! Chapter two will be out soon.
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