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What Hermione Wants	By : HermioneCosplayer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 (The Department of Wizard Relations)

It was still before noon when Hermione arrived home. Her parents were at work, so she knew she’d have the whole house to herself the rest of the day. Other than the sweets she’d nibbled on the tube, she hadn’t had anything to eat yet, so she grabbed a quick bite of something that wasn’t 99% sugar and then ran up to her room with her backpack to look through the “loot” that she dumped out on her bed. Even though she knew she was alone, there was no way that sex book was going to be more than a few feet from a hiding place! She knew intellectually that there was nothing wrong with being curious, she just couldn’t imagine her parents seeing her read something like that! It was bad enough that Malfoy saw…she quickly did her best to block out that memory.

What a dilemma! If it had been any other year she would have gone straight for the Book of Spells, Grade 7 and after skimming that, she’d look at the Advanced Arithmancy book, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, then she’d skim the rest. After that, she would start in on memorizing the first chapter of her new spell book, but this year was different. She started to look at the most ancient tome she had ever seen, the Hogwarts Head Girl Handbook, but ended up reaching for the ‘Manual of Wizard Relations’ instead.

Maybe she was still feeling the effects of the wizard sweets–she remembered being in muggle school as a young child where the teachers called the result of too much sweets a “sugar high”–but she couldn’t help but giggle at the title of the book. It sounded like a job title of someone working for the Ministry of Magic! She mimed a fake business card in her hand and pretended to give it to Crookshanks and said, “Hello Crookshanks! Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Hermione Granger, Director of WIZARD RELATIONS,” and then she thought about that old TV comedy show her parents liked and added in, “Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink, You know what I mean, Say no More!” She wasn’t exactly sure what that line meant, but people seemed to say it a lot after sex related jokes. Her cat yawned and went back to sleep. She then opened the book to the index. She put on a ‘professional’ voice but stuttered over words she knew, but had never spoken out loud before. “Yes, I specialize in ummm, cunnilingus but have a background in hmmm…fellatio and prostate manipulation!” Even though she was alone, she blushed, then giggled and giggled until she almost rolled off her bed from laughing so hard. Crookshanks opened his eyes and glared at her, then decided to move to the window where it was safer and further away from his crazy human that he had never seen act like that before. “Oh, and did I tell you that I’m the ‘HEAD girl’?” Then she stopped laughing, remembering Malfoy’s taunting earlier that day.

Hermione sighed, put all the books except her Head Girl manual and Wizard Relations book back in her backpack to make room on her twin bed, then opened her new sex book back up at the foot of the bed, lying down with her feet on her pillows, her head propped up on her elbows–a position genetically programmed into all teenage girls, wizard and muggle alike. She sucked on a sugar quill while scanning the table of contents and couldn’t imagine anything that could have been left out. At first she started through the book in order, but got impatient and began randomly opening it in different places to see what caught her attention.

She located a section on female genitals that she found interesting, especially because of the wizard pictures. ‘Boys have it lucky,’ she thought. ‘They can see their body parts, and when they are in the showers, they can see each other. Everything is so mysterious as a girl. Do I really look like that?’ She then remembered a small magnifying mirror in her mother’s bathroom. She giggled and ran to bring it back to her room. She used the muggle lock on her door even though it would still be at least six hours until anyone else was h Th Then she placed wizard locks and sal bal blocking on her windows before pulling off her jean shorts and panties. She looked at the picture in the book, then held the mirror between her legs and took a peek. So that’s exactly what’s down there! She took the time to compare each little fold, nook, and cranny with the pictures, and though there were subtitle differences, that was, in fact, what she looked like.

As she explored, she was beginning to get wet and feel excited. She didn’t need to look up sexual arousal, but she really hadn’t done anything when she felt those feelings before. She knew about masturbation; she certainly heard evidence of it going on behind her Hogwarts dorm-mate’s curtains. Sometimes she heard soft giggles that implied to her that some of the girls were in on it together. She just hadn’t gotten around to trying it yet. She wondered if the book might have any suggestions about what to do next, and there it was on the next page. There was a close up the same genitals, but this time the owner’s fingers were doing some exploring. She copied some of the movements and quickly realized that she would bete fte fine on her own.

She lay back and began to explore. She used her long, sensitive fingers to touch herself in new ways. It was strange–she felt so swollen and realized this must be because of the blood rushing to that region. Her body shivered as she touched her engorged clit and decided to explore that area for a bit. It took some willpower, but she decided to feel what was going on in other places. She found her wet entrance and carefully slid a finger inside. ‘Hmmm, nice,’ she thought. Not as intense as what she had been doing before, but satisfying in a different way. She grabbed the mirror again and watched her finger slide in and out of her. As she removed her finger, she noticed that it was very wet from her juices. She thought to herself, People eat this stuff, and then made a face as she remembered her biology. It’s the exact same fluid that comes out of the nose, and people lap it up. Thousands of people all over the world are doing it right this second! It was at that point she realized fhe fhe first time that there could be a downside to intelligence and knowledge.

She inserted her finger back inside and pulled out more of her juices, and, trying not to think about it, she stuck her finger in her mouth and tasted. Well, she could certainly see why this wasn’t a flavor anyone tried to duplicate in food (except those special flavors of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans that Fred and George carried in the adult section of their joke shop). It wasn’t that bad, kind of musky and sensuous. She sighed with some relief and put her hand back between her legs. As long as she kept herself clean when she was ready for her boyfriend to do something like that, at least she didn’t have to worry about grossing him out!

She decided to finger her clit again and noticed it didn’t feel quite the same after a bit. Where’d it go? she wondered. She rubbed with a firmer touch in the same area and began to breathe harder and harder… there it was, it was just hiding. And it was so sensitive now. She almost stopped what she was doing to find out if this was normal but she admonished herself aloud, “Hermione Granger...” (rub, rub, rub) “there is not going to be a test on this material…” (rub, rub, rub, rub, rub) “no scrolls of parchment that need to be… FILLED!” and with that, she cried out in ecstas her her whole body shook from her first orgasm.

Crookshanks ran under the bed and hid.

She breathed deeply and thought to herself, ‘No wonder so many kids at Hogwarts do that!’ She also wondered what took her so long to try it. Hermione looked around the room and wondered what it would feel like to have something other than a finger inside her. Her first thought was her wand, but even if it had been the right size, the idea of using it for THAT, then using it in class was something she didn’t want to think about. She wondered about transfiguring something, but instead settled down and decided she had enough for now. She dressed again, returned her mother’s mirror and after washing her hands, she went back to the book.

This time she looked at the section on kissing and thought about kissing Ron. She picked up her pillow and started a few practice kisses. Unfortunately, she found kissing the pillow about as exciting as Ron. She turned to the bondage section she had been looking at in the store and giggled, “You can’t get away from me, Pillow! You are mine, and must surrender to my every whim!” She then hugged, kissed, and cuddled her pillow while she turned the pages, each picture more graphic and extreme than the next. Since the room had quieted, Crookshanks took a few tentative steps from his hiding place and looked at her. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn that her cat shook his head at her silliness.

By about 3:00 that afternoon, Hermione tired of Wizard Relations and hid the book in her backpack. Her head was spinning from some of the acts she had seen. Everything in the book was real; none of the pictures were actors. They were all real witches and wizards that were in some sort of relationship. This even went for the Trios, Quads and Groups section. Her feelings were quite mixed when she had read the Trio section because she kept thinking about Malfoy teasing her about Ron and Harry doing that kind of thing with her. She knew he was lying, but she’d have be stupid to think that there weren’t some students that really thought something like that might have gone on with the three of them. Ick.

Well, to be honest, she had to admit that there were times the lines had blurred a bit. One memory came to mind. Last summer she spent an afternoon at the Burrow curled up under a tree with Harry and Ron that could have led to a huge relationship change for them. Perhaps it did. The three lay quite close together, sharing one large pumpkin slush drink that a muggle born wizard from the states might have described as a ‘Super Big Gulp Pumpkin Slurpee’. She could feel both of their bodies on either side of her. They barely spoke; they just seemed to know when it was time to pass the drink to the next person. There really wasn’t anything that needed saying; they just lay there and watched the clouds that could be seen through the leaves of the tree float by.

It had been such a safe feeling after all that happened during their 5th year. Harry, absentmindedly playing with her hair, paused for a moment to pass their drink to Ron, but ended up spilling some of the pumpkin slush on Hermione’s tummy, which was exposed because she was wearing a short t-shirt. She yelped at cold sensation, but knew if she moved, she’d end up with an orange colored stain on her clothes. Since Harry spilled the drink while passing it to Ron, she had scolded the two of them and told them to clean her off. Ron reached behind him for a napkin, but Harry decided to be funny and slurped up the pumpkin slush with his mouth, purposely making the loudest slurping sounds he could manage. Ron turned around when he heard the sound and her giggles and demanded a turn as well. After Ron lapped up the remaining pumpkin slush, the three of them laughed so hard, but Hermione’s voice changed to squeals as Harry and Ron stood up over her and threatened to drench her with more of the slush. She stood up and grabbed their hands to stop them but ended up knocking away the almost empty drink. None of them watched the cup roll down the hill; they let go of each other’s hands and cuddled in a lasting group hug.

They had no idea how much time went by, but after a while, Hermione kissed Ron on the cheek then quickly turned to Harry and locked eyes. She wanted to kiss his lips so bad she didn’t even notice Ron’s kiss on her cheek. His eyes had never looked more like emeralds. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but after a bit, Harry turned his head and Hermione gave his cheek a quick kiss, which he returned right as they were called in to dinner by Ron’s mom.

Over the next few days, Hermione independentriedried to find time to talk with Harry, but “alone” was a precious commodity at the Burrow. When she did find a few moments here and there, she had no idea how to begin what she wanted to ask, and how would she take it if it had just been her imagination? She wanted to say, “You really wanted to kiss me the other day, not just a little peck on the cheek, didn’t you? I wanted the same thing.”

But every time she started the conversation a random Weasley walking by interrupted her. Nine times out of ten it was Ginny, or Ron and Ginny together, who almost seemed to be haunting them. Hermione figured that since school was starting again soon, it might be a little easier to find time to really talk in a few weeks since Ginny was in another year and Ron tended to play chess for hours in the common room in the evenings. But right before school started, Harry started dating Ginny, so Hermione figured that she had been imagining things. A few weeks into the term, Ron got up the nerve to ask her out and they had shared a few awkward kisses.

She switched her attention to the Hogwarts Head Girl Handbook. She read through the opening messages from the founders and felt an eerie sense of destiny as words from over a thousand years ago were speaking directly to her. She learned of her responsibilities and the tradition she was upholding. Then she reached the oldest passages of the book. There were irrevocable privileges granted to her by each of the founders that went far beyond private rooms. She read each of the gifts from the founders, then feick ick when she realized what had been bestowed upon her by Salazar Slytherin. She, Hermione Granger, founder of S.P.E.W., advocate of rights for House Elves and all sentient creatures, was obligated to select a student to be her slave for the year!
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