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Hermione's Bucket List	By : 2CRsgt Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 67249 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Take it Off
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series. Unless real life interferes, updates. No money is made or asked for.
“Speaking/Talking” ‘Thoughts/Pondered’ "SHOUTING/SCREAMING/YELLING"
Hermione Granger – 15
Harry Potter – 14

Last Chapter
Still Monday Night, July 3^rd1995
“Find something to eat at this hour. Look! That place has lots of lights and music! That must be one of those 24 hour restaurants.” Hermione thought the music sounded wrong for a restaurant, or even a 24 hour connivance store but she was hungry and it was the only place open she could see.
There was a guy standing out front selling tickets. “Must be an all you can eat place if we have to have tickets to get in.” Harry said disappointed.
Hermione changed her mind. She didn’t think it was a restaurant. She did think they must have food. Then she saw a couple of woman walk out a side door. One of them wedged the door open before they walked away to share a smoke. Hermione led Harry past the red metal door into a wall of sound. ♫TA DA DA DA♫ DA DA DA ♫ ZOOM PA! ♫ ZOOM PA!!♫ DA DA DA♫ I RECOGNIZE THE MUSIC,” Hermione shouted in Harry’s ear.
Chapter 4
Monday Night, July 3^rd1995
That’s when Harry saw a woman walk by in high heels wearing lots of sequins carrying a pink ostrich feather fan.
“Her tits sag so far she could sweep the floor with ‘em,” Teen Hermione commented, she secretly wished she had tits like the grown woman who walked by.
“I don’t think this is a restaurant,” Harry couldn’t remember seeing so much makeup on one person, not even Professor Trelawney in Divination. The woman didn’t look anywhere as interesting as Hermione when she wore no makeup or anything else.
Hermione realized where they were or at least what kind of where they are. Hermione read about them but had never been in one. She kept quiet, ‘How long will it take Harry to twig on, I wonder?’
Harry’s hand slipped under Hermione’s colorful tie-dyed T-shirt which rose with his arm exposing Hermione’s bare waist. Harry absently scratched the side of Hermione’s breast. Something about the music made him want to yank Hermione’s T-shirt off and do stuff with her. No matter how many times Harry screwed Hermione this weekend he wanted to do it more. He pushed Hermione up against the wall and unsnapped the front of her white shorts and pushed them down. Hermione didn’t try to stop Harry instead she wiggled to have the shorts drop to the floor and step out of them. Hermione had no underwear on, “Fuck me,” Hermione said in a husky voice between kisses. They were in an aisle behind backstage of a show. ‘What if I could be the main attraction?’ Hermione tingled at the thought. She helped Harry open the front of his pants. Then she lifted one leg for Harry to hold.
With her slit wide open Harry was not slow to thrust in with no forplay. Hermione bit her bottom lip to be quiet. She was wet but not wet enough. Harry’s sudden thrust hurt a little. It was not as big a turnoff as Hermione thought it would be. She held Harry a little tighter she had to. Harry didn’t order Hermione or anything but he was not treating her like she was fragile either. Harry’s thrusts were strong and forceful. Hermione liked this new sexy Harry. He changed the pace of his intercourse to be in time with the music. He pushed Hermione’s tie-dyed T-shirt up to her arms. Hermione’s head darted forward for a sudden kiss, she remembered this song. ♫QUEENY♫STAR OF THE SHOW♫QUEENY, QUEENY♫TAKE IT OFF♫ Hermione pulled her T-shirt up and off.
Harry left Hermione’s breasts alone and held her bare back. She never thought of her back as sexy until Harry’s hands and fingers skimmed over her skin raising the fine hairs under his touch. Hermione never ever had such a wonderful feeling from sex before. It was almost religious. Hermione held Harry as tight as she could; arms and legs wrapped themselves around him. “Fuck me, fill me Harry, I want it.” And he did. Stream after stream of Harry’s baby batter shot up in Hermione. After they were spent Harry and Hermione sagged down to the floor not bothering to dress. All Hermione had on, were her plastic flip-flops and she didn’t care. Harry’s cock and balls showed and he didn’t try to cover up either.
“Come one lets go take a look.”
Harry tucked himself in and fastened his pants. Hermione had dressed also, sort of, with her white shorts and a tie-dyed T-shirt. She slipped on her flip-flops in case they had to run.
They snuck along one wall behind the heavy curtains to watch. There were only a few men in the audience and they didn’t look interested in the woman holding the shiny brass pole on the stage floor. Even she looked bored to be there.
“I DON’T GET WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS?” Harry had to shout over the blare of the recorded music, “YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER, SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN ANYONE.” Hermione’s T-shirt was again back up to her armpits with both of Harry’s hands on her breasts. Harry was brave holding Hermione like this.
She was not complaining. Harry had fucked her naked a short while on the street when a car passed by. ‘Only a short distance from here,’ Hermione thought with a tingle.
Now Harry’s hand tweaked her nipples that made her hornier than hell. Hermione needed release.
“REALLY?” Hermione bit her bottom lip. This was something she never thought to try. She had done so much in the last few days. Why not! She would have to be fast before the adults chased her off the stage. Hermione watched the tired dancer for ideas on what to do with the polished brass pole. Her emotions rose to a fever pitch.
When the music stopped the woman absently flipped her feathered tail at the chairs where the audience is supposed to be and walked off the stage in her high heels.
Hermione gave her sandals to Harry. She couldn’t think of how to take them off and look sexy. Barefoot Hermione ran past the woman who was ready to do her turn before going home. Hermione didn’t know what the music would be but how hard could it be? The recorded trumpets announced the next act.
The manager was shocked to see an underage girl run on stage. He waved one of the bouncers over. “Go see if there are protestors or police outside for a raid.” After the man left, the manager signaled another employee over, “If I give you the high sign git that baby bitch outa here.”
“Want me to get rid of her now?”
“No, I want pictures, lots of pictures. I didn’t hire her or allowed her on stage. She’s there on her own hook. Pictures of her could be a gold mine in free advertising. GO!”
Hermione didn’t recognize the music so she used her speed and momentum to grab hold of the brass pole and spun around it, the T-shirt flaring showing her flat abdomen up to the bottom of her bra free breasts. From the applause and cheers she must have done it right. This was great! This was what she hoped for backstage and on the bus. To be caught, to be seen be lots of strangers! When she spun around the pole she saw most of the audience seats were disappointingly empty. No matter she was here. She would do this!
Hermione hooked one leg around the pole and bent over backwards until her hair touched the stage floor. Bent over like that, Hermione’s T-shirt obeyed nature’s law of gravity by sliding up her body to her shoulders so everyone see whether her aureoles, with their pointy nipples, were pink or tan. She held that pose counting time with the music in her head until it felt right to stand up again to the patrons’ collective groan.
Hermione twirled around the pole holding on with one hand while the other unbuttoned the top of her shorts. A slow couple of times around the shiny pole saw her slowly pull the zipper down all the way. Hermione hooked her thumb on the outside edge of her shorts and slid the top of her white shorts down far enough for the audience to see she had no knickers on and she shaved her cunt. When she took her hand away from her shorts there was a collective groan the shorts did not drop.
Hermione stopped to face the audience. She held the pole with one leg out towards the audience she slid down the pole rubbing her crotch on the pole on the way down to the floor.
The the loud cheers and whistles from the audience at Hermione’s energetic act. The noise became louder when Hermione pulled herself up the pole rubbing her hidden slit. on the way Hermione gave the men her heavy lidded ‘fuck me’ look saved for Harry and the Weasley twins. Now she was standing again, Hermione licked the outside of her lips before she pulled her T-shirt high enough to show the bottom of her breasts. The audience cheered when Hermione suddenly pulled her T-shirt up and down for the quickest glimpse her nipples. The cheers inspired her repeat her up/down with her T-shirt. The audience started chanting ‘TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT ALL OFF!’ Considering how few customers were in the audience this hour of the morning that was a rafter shaking amount of noise.
With one hand Hermione pulled off her T-shirt from one shoulder at a time with the other holding onto the polished brass pole. She waved her T-shirt around over head Hermione leaned against the pole facing the seats and slowly slid down to sit. She rubbed between her legs, kissed her fingers and blew a kiss to the cheering men.
“The girl doesn’t know her being up there’s illegal,” the manager muttered, “Probably doesn’t care and is here on a dare.” He called another employee, “Make damn sure there are NO cops outside. GO!!!”
Hermione slowly stood back up still pressed against the pole. She rubbed her breasts, twirled her T-shirt over her head before she threw it out in the darkness. There was a scuffle in the dark. If Hermione thought the TAKE IT OFF chants were loud before. Now they rattled the windows. Hermione kissed the air before she placed both hands in the top edge of her shorts. The shorts inched down to where Hermione had to hold the shorts or they would drop. Hermione kissed the air before she turned and bent over and dropped her shorts to the floor. The audience had a full view of her ass. Hermione pulled up her shorts and ran off the stage with the sound of applause with shouts of “COME BACK! MORE! TAKE IT ALL OFF! MORE! MORE! MORE!”
The manager hoped his people were getting this all on film. This girl was a natural it was a shame she is obviously underage and that made her act so illegal. Otherwise he would hire her on the spot.
“The manager turned to one of his men, “Get that. I want that T-shirt.”
“Got it boss.”
The burly man soon returned and held up the tie-dyed T-shirt.
“Good, that shirt and handpicked pictures will be framed as the winner of our first amateur night.” He smiled, “That girl, whoever she is, is a goldmine.”
Harry gave Hermione his T-shirt, “You need this… me, not so much.”
Hermione laughed and stepped back in her shorts, “That was fun! I never thought I’d do a striptease!” After fixing their sandals the two ran out of the building before they could be caught.
She frowned, “After that, I’m hungry.”
“Here, while you were doing your thing I snagged a bowl of pretzel bits from the bar counter.”
Hermione pouted. “You didn’t watch?”
“What! See a bunch of horny old guys stare at your finger lickin’ body?”
“You say the nicest things,” Hermione laughed and kissed his cheek after she pulled up her shorts and pulled on Harry’s white T-shirt.
Early Tuesday Morning, July 4^th1995
Walking around the city as dawn was breaking Harry asked, “Now you had some fun, what can we do about getting home?”
Hermione buttoned and zipped her shorts before she asked, “How much money have we got?”
“Mmmm, sixty quid or so. I grabbed from what was thrown on the stage. Will that be enough from wherever here is to your home?” Harry asked.
Hermione said, “Let’s go to the Bus and Rail Stations and check the prices.”
They stopped for Harry to carefully inspect Hermione’s body inside and out several times. Hermione finally became tired of undressing and putting her clothes back on and finally kept her T-shirt and shorts off and walked down the street wearing only the flip-flop sandals. Showing she needed to shave her cunt hair under some streetlamps. More than once Harry stopped Hermione under one of the streetlamps to slide his hands over her smooth warm skin before he took off his shorts. It was exciting for both of them. They found Hermione’s strip show made them both hornier than ever. Harry had Hermione up against one of the city’s street lamp poles so he could push in. She thought this was a great way to finish her strip club night. While nude Hermione was being fucked she waved to a passing car. The idea they saw her being fucked put Hermione over the edge for an earth shattering orgasm.
They were within a block or two when Hermione told Harry they should get dressed and walked to the transportation center where they learned no bus would leave until later in the morning and the Night Owl, the National Railways train to Crawley would cost £47.50 ($112.57) for one of them to go within this month. (Tax is included in the posted price.) One month in advance would have been half that. One month ago they didn’t need any train tickets. Hermione argued Harry should go because sixty pounds was not enough for both of them. “It’s your home, your parents, you should go,” Harry argued.
Hermione shook her head, “You’re younger, you go.” Hermione insisted.
“But…”
“No buts… I’m older, you are going,” Hermione said in her old Hogwarts bossy way.
Harry leered, “If I have to go and have your parents yell at me. I want you to make it worth my while.”
“Boys,” Hermione sighed before she leered back, “Let’s find some place where you can do the deed.”
They searched around and found the Railway’s mail sorting room was empty. In fact there was dust and dirt everywhere.
“I guess this means most people are sending E-mails,” Harry said.
Hermione looked around, “Let’s make a clean area and see if you can send me to the moon.”
Harry stepped out of his shorts, “Call me Rocketman,” His hardon pointing at Hermione.
‘Lord, Harry’s supposed to be the shy hero of the Wizarding World,’ Hermione thought. “You could’ve helped clean first,” she pointed out.
“And ride the train in dirty clothes?” Harry’s hardon couldn’t get any harder,
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Fine, whatever, lock the door.” Hermione stripped out of her clothes also and tossed the T-shirt back to Harry she had an idea from her mum’s Woodstock picture book.
The bottom the canvas mail bags were a bit cleaner when they were turned inside out. Hermione frowned. The wooden floor was hard and friction from the course canvas would hurt. With magic that wouldn’t be a problem but neither of them had their wands.
“OVER HERE!” Harry called from another doorway. “It must’ve been a break room. Tea mugs are everywhere, oh, and an unsorted letter.”
Hermione glanced at it out of curiosity; it had a 1943 Buy Bonds stamp, “Well now we know how long this has been closed.”
“I flipped the seat pads of the couch...” Harry started to say before Hermione interrupted him.
"Good, ravish me," Hermione advanced on Harry.
‘Who knew stripping for strangers would make Hermione so horny?’ Harry watched his naked girlfriend and stripped as fast as he could.
She pushed Harry on the couch when she saw a war poster. It had a two foot by three foot Grand Union Flag with DO YOUR BEST! In bold letters under the flag, (A real WWII poster.) Hermione couldn’t help it. She had to giggle, “I certainly intend to,” and bent down over Harry’s naked body.
“Uhh, Hermione what are you… mmmphphpmmm…" Harry tried to say when Hermione sealed his mouth with hers, he felt her tongue force it’s way past Harry’s lips and their tongues wrestled trying to dominate the other. Hermione rubbed her front on Harry’s hardon while both of them lay on the large couch.
Harry tried to pull Hermione up by her ass cheeks so he could stick it to her and in her. If he didn’t do it soon he’d be shooting his white stuff everywhere except where he wanted to.
Suddenly Harry felt Hermione force him to turn and push down on his dick. Hermione rode Harry cowgirl style. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open and her eyes shut.
Harry laid there, his ass pounded into the worn couch cushion springs, he looked up to see naked Hermione’s breasts jiggling. They were so tempting, just in reach, but he did nothing. All Harry could do was watch, speechless with wide eyes, mouth open. Was this the girl who once told Lavender she shouldn’t kiss too often? Harry reached to hold Hermione’s warm bare thighs.
Hermione wasn’t done and slowed down. Harry was on the edge; he HAD to cum or else. He couldn’t take the torture any longer and rolled Hermione over so he was on top of her. Harry loved the view of her two mounds with the perky nipples in front of him. Harry scooted up until he was as deep as he could be. He emptied in Hermione until he couldn’t spurt any more.
Hermione didn’t know Harry had as much as he unloaded in her. She thought his cum sacks should be empty considering how many times he filled her already.
Harry backed out to lick and nibble the pointed tips of her breasts, Harry’s mixture of his cum and Hermione’s juices left a sticky trail on Hermione’s abdomen. Hermione could feel Harry’s dick get harder, again, he crawled forward and plugged her hole again.
"Mmmmm", Hermione loved this feeling. She could feel the heat building below her stomach. She didn’t think anyone could do this much, this often, she was not about to complain though.
“Yeh-ha!” Harry grunted as he pumped out stream after stream of wet sticky cum in Hermione.
"Ahhh, AHHHHHHhhh, HARRY!!!" Hermione screamed an orgasm again.
“Shush,” Harry covered Hermione’s mouth.
The doorknob rattled. “It’s locked. Gotta key?”
“No, didn’t ‘ave one afore I started workin’ ‘ere. Maybe the place is fallin’ apart. They keep sayin’ they’ll fix the place an’ every year it’s ain’t got the money.”
The voice on the other side of the door grew fainter, “Who do you favor? Manchester or Arsenal?”
Inside on the couch, “That was close,” Harry whispered while he played with Hermione’s tits.
Hermione nodded. She had mixed feelings about what just happened. She was relieved the door stayed locked and kinda… sorta… disappointed the door stayed locked. Who knows what the men on the other side of the door coulda, woulda done to her? The idea of being forced was strangely exciting. ‘That would be rape! Rape is wrong!’ Hermione thought. ‘It’s not rape if I sorta want it.’ She thought to herself. ‘I’m a sicko. You know that, right? Na, notta sicko, just a pervert that’s hurting no one, so there!’ Hermione answered herself smugly.
Harry started sucking one of Hermione’s nipples and then his knee felt wet so he took a look down to see Hermione’s… “You’re leaking.”
“I wouldn’t be if you didn’t fill me up every chance you got.” Hermione whispered back, “Do it again.”
In a rare flash of brilliance Harry didn’t mention all the other cocks that shot their wad in Hermione.
Hermione turned around so her head was down by Harry’s crotch so she could have a Potter Penis for an early breakfast. Usually Hermione opened wide and in it goes. This time she slowly inspected her play toy. It was three or four inches long and soft for the moment. He still had some growing to do. It wasn’t as big as Lavender bragged she had fucked but Hermione wasn’t worried. A few licks, some kisses and hand work and Harry would grow to do what she already experienced and the way Harry knew Hermione wanted to be fucked.
Those super long and thick sausages of Lavender’s brags, if real, didn’t matter to Hermione if the owners of those sausages didn’t have the skill she knew her Harry had. He made sure Hermione enjoyed their coupling as much as he did. Besides Hermione was fairly sure she had more practical experience with different cocks than Lavender whose experience was limited to school boys.
With her skilled touch Harry’s cock grew and was soon wet with pre cum again. Hermione could hear Harry’s wordless sounds of pleasure as her fingers stroked the sensitive underside of his penis. Her thumb and side of her hand was soon wet, as he grew. Hermione’s mouth covered just the mushroom head of Harry’s penis. Her tongue teased and tickled the hole on the tip of his cock until Harry made Hermione’s cheeks bulge with his white cream. Hermione’s hand wrapped around Harry’s wet sticky dick and started to play with it again. There was only so many times Harry could cum even as a teenage boy before he stayed soft. That did not stop the two from intimate games and play before they fell asleep.
Tuesday Night, July 4^th1995
“Harry, Harry, wake up.” Hermione shook Harry awake, “The Night Owl train leaves in an hour. That’ll give you time to wash up in the men’s lavatory. Here’s the rest of the stripping money for a bite to eat.”
“Wha… wha… what about you? You need money for food also.” Harry dressed.
Hermione smiled, “I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m a girl.”
“I should hope so,” Harry cupped Hermione’s breast.
“Well, us girls are always on a diet. Take the money.” What Hermione didn’t tell Harry was she could always earn some money on her back if need be. That show in the strip club was a tremendous boost to her self-confidence. At least one go at prostution would be another check on her list. She had researched this first of course. The idea seemed simple at first until she learned how many pitfalls and mistakes to avoid. Hermione had plans on how to do this while avoiding traps for the unwary. This was one of the things she never seriously thought about when she wrote her bucket list. If she did she would want to try alone, without Harry or her parents knowing.
When it was time for Harry to leave Hermione kissed Harry good-bye inside the room, she was still topless and bottomless. She said she would see him back at her home tomorrow or the day after. ‘Maybe,’ She had to go home for her wand. She felt nakeder than she was and unsafe without her wand. After Harry left Hermione lay on her back letting her fingers slip back in her slit.
Hours later Tuesday Night, July 4^th1995
Self-satisfied with filling her list for the moment Hermione peeked out. The station workers were not in sight and she assumed was they were asleep in a backroom. An older woman, probably the mum and two teens, a boy and a girl were asleep on some plastic chairs. The two teens looked about Hermione’s age. Feeling daring naked Hermione opened the door. Her nipples perked up with the thought of being caught while completely nude.
Hermione silently crept across the floor, her goal? The brown paper bag with an oil stain on the side, it was probably some takeout they ate earlier. That they still had the bag rather than throwing it in a trash bin meant there was still food in it and Hermione was hungry. Once there with her hand on the paper bag Hermione hesitated. Hermione eyed the boy’s crotch. What if she could…? He could satisfy her itch much better than her fingers could. Hermione already missed Harry fucking her. Watching his face Hermione slowly pulled down the zipper of his trousers. Hermione started getting wet with anticipation when she finished unfastening his trousers and pulled down the unknown boy’s boxers so she could bring his penis out of his boxers and trousers. A few licks and a mouthful with tongue action had him nice and hard. Hermione turned around and slowly accepted the unknown boy’s cock in her. She froze once when she felt the boy move slightly under her. When his breathing didn’t change Hermione started to slowly fuck herself again. She supported herself by holding both arms of his chair. Her weight on his lap might wake him up and she didn’t want that.
She could not see the boy’s eyes open and stare at Hermione’s bare back.
“I’m so close, so close,” Hermione whispered. She couldn’t stay here. She would make too much noise when she orgasmed. Hermione stood as quickly but carefully as she could, grabbed the paper bag and practically ran back to ‘her’ room where she could give herself release. Merlin, she would explode at the first touch of her fingers.
Hermione didn’t know the boy watched her fast walk away with his hard stiff dick still out pointing up. He nudged his sleeping sister.
The boy’s sister took a look at his hardon, “What? Now? Here?”
He nodded.
With a sigh she reached into her shoulder bag purse for a condom. “Come on. We don’t want to wake mum.” She led him to the Lady’s Rest Room.
With a couple tissues wrapped around his penis she began to pump and covered the tip with more tissues. He began to shoot his wad in the tissue paper. After he was finished she wadded all the tissue paper in a ball. “Here, you throw it away and zip up for goodness sake! That will have to hold you ‘til we get home.”
He shook his head, “No,” and pointed down. He was still hard.
She was afraid of this. Her brother was seldom a one shot wonder. Inside the Lady’s Room there were several chairs in front of a makeup counter with a long mirror. She moved one chair aside before she unrolled the condom over her brother’s penis. Then she wriggled her tight designer jeans and her knickers down to her knees and bent over holding the makeup shelf. “Get me wet enough. You bloody well hurt me last time, ungrateful bastard.”
“You loved every minute, admit it, sis.” He said while his finger stimulated his sister’s clit from experience. Once his three fingers could slide in and out easily it was his cock’s turn.
She watched him line up in the mirror and push in. That was different. Before she could feel him from this position but not see her brother’s expressions change with his banging her. After he finally came he held her by the shoulders for a not brother/sister kiss.
His hardon poked her again. “Still?” She asked and started pumping him. He came so fast she still was not satisfied. Even wet that plastic condom felt unpleasant. She whipped it off. Now his penis was slick with cum from before her hand slid up and down his length. She only stopped long enough to drop her jeans down from her knees to her ankles before she started pumping cock some more. When she felt his penis start to throb, he was ready, she sat him on a seat. Spread her knees to let him go in her again. This time there was no plastic condom to bother her. She moaned in pleasure when his hips thrust up filling for real this time. She kissed her brother, “That was great.”
“I guess we better get back before mum wakes up.” He kissed her back.
She wadded some bath tissue in her knickers to help keep her dry.
When their mum woke up she sniffed, they were at it again, ‘What would they say if they knew their uncle, my brother, was also their father?”
The two teens sat in their waiting room seats looking as innocent as could be.
Wednesday after Midnight, July 5^th1995
Early in the morning that night, Hermione unlocked the door to the room from the inside and crept into the lounge area.
Unsurprisingly nobody manned the customer service desk although the light was on. ‘Probability catching a few Z’s,’ Hermione thought.
The family was still there, asleep. Now there was also a homeless person sleeping on a far bench with a shopping carriage, stolen from a store without a doubt, so Hermione didn’t feel guilty stealing from the sleeping person. In the carriage were plastic bags and bundles. Hermione scrounged through the bags for something to eat and a shirt. She was sure to be stopped before long outside in just shorts and sandals. Eating a stale cheese sandwich Hermione grabbed a plaid button-down flannel shirt that had seen better days.
Once outside Hermione ran down the streets buttoning the outsized shirt, she followed the signs for the alternate motorway.
Like American interstate freeways British M-motorways were multi lane affairs with turn-offs, A-motorways were smaller highways that went from place to place rather than an exit to a location. Hermione thought she would have better luck hitchhiking home on A-35 going east along the coast.
Wednesday just before Dawn, July 5^th1995
When Hermione saw a convenience store it reminded her she was still hungry. Salty chicken, fried American style and a stale cheese sandwich were not filling. Hermione had given all the money to Harry and thought she was SOL until she remembered she had something as good as gold between her legs.
The bell near the door tinkled when Hermione walked in. The clerk looked up at Hermione before he returned to reading his magazine. Taking one of the red plastic shopping baskets Hermione walked around the convenience store picking out sweets, snacks and anything a girl on the go could eat without cooking or microwave.
At the counter the pimply faced teen clerk rang up her items, “That’ll be £14.39.” ($34.10 for us Americans.)
Hermione smiled sweetly, “Maybe we could trade?” And lifted the front of her shirt to show her bare breasts.
The clerk stared at Hermione’s stiff nipples, rolled his eyes and fainted.
Hermione walked around the counter, she snorted, “Virgin.”
She loaded her loot in store plastic bags and left eating a convenience store trademark staple. A hot burrito. Hermione believed in ‘situational ethics’ and did not touch the money in the cash register. She took only what she could eat. She paid for her convenience store loot when she flashed her goodies. It was not her fault he fainted and couldn’t take Hermione’s offer.
Hermione unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her shorts when she sat on a picnic table near the car park. She was willing and expected to trade for a ride. Hermione finished her burrito and soda pop before she wrote on a large piece of scrap cardboard. Finished, she buttoned the shorts button in the bottom shirt buttonhole so her open shorts wouldn’t drop and still show she wore no underpants. Ready to hitchhike Hermione hurried in the direction of A-35.
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