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The Twelve Days of Secret Santa	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32182 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione found great difficulty in trying to sleep that night. She had never been a fan of self-gratification; truth be told she had always perceived it as a lewd act that only really naughty girls bothered with, and as she did not think herself to be naughty or lewd she never bothered. But with her new smooth skin it was very difficult to not keep touching her sex; for strictly exploratory purposes. She tried wearing pajama bottoms but found that she would just slip her hand between the waistband and down into her knickers to feel her slick skin. And after a while she noticed that her continual curious touches were causing her to grow quite moist. The moisture was accompanied by a strange but pleasurable sensation in her lower stomach.

            Sex was not something that Hermione often gave herself time to consider. She’d engaged in the practice once or twice but could not understand the hype over it. It had felt strange; somewhat invasive and hadn’t seemed to last very long on either occasion. She could hardly recall her first time and the notion that it somehow wasn’t an earth-shattering moment in her life didn’t really bother her. All of the girls in her school days and even in the magazines she would read from time to time spoke of deflowerment as some big ceremony. Hermione’s was hardly memorable; pressed up against the kitchen counter at the Burrow on New Year’s Eve with Ron while everyone sang drunken carols in the living room.

            There had been kissing, though Ron was a terrible kisser; sloppy and rough, attempting to jam his tongue down her throat. And it had been warm and dry. It had hurt, but she had read and heard from friends that your first time hurt. But the stars and white lights and all the other things she was told she would have felt during her first time never came. Ron had released himself inside her and she’d ended up with sore legs and a bruised back from where she’d been pressed against the counter. The second time was much the same, warm and dry and over before it had really begun; only this time it had been Harry. It had been an awkward situation at best; he had discovered that he was having a problem with sex and was worried that it was somehow Ginny turning him off the notion. They had given a quick experiment only to discover that he could hardly keep himself erect let alone complete the task. This had led to the discovery that Harry Potter was in fact gay.

            She sighed, forcing her hand from between her legs with the somewhat embarrassing thought of Harry and how he’d cried on her bed for hours after his failed attempt. But the sensation she was currently feeling was nothing like what she had felt with Ron and Harry. Sitting up in her bed she summoned a glass of water. Drinking it down she vowed that she would not touch herself until she had created a proper gift for the headmaster.

            Three pairs of socks, two tins worth of sweets, and a sherbert lemon bearing tree was going to be difficult to top. It was trying enough to come up with ideas for gifts without the added distraction of her recently smoothed nether-region. Hermione sighed again. With no better an idea in her head she summoned a simple black wizard’s cap. With some careful transfigurations and simple modifications she’d transformed the pointy hat into a cap akin to a jester’s fez with four long and dangly points sprouting from the center. At the end of each dangly arm she charmed a shiny ornament; one green and silver, one gold and red, one yellow and black, one silver and blue, and then she added a large Hogwarts crest symbol to the centerpiece of the hat.

            With her very festive hat completed Hermione set the present aside and laid back in her bed. Once again she was unable to resist the allure of letting her fingers roam between her legs. Frustration seemed to surge through her body as she probed a finger at her entrance; slick warmth met her skin and she shivered. It felt incredible, as if her body were trying to make these sensations deeper, only she was unable to feel them any stronger. With trepidation she pushed her finger slowly inside her sex, reveling in the new feeling. She kept her eyes closed because if she thought about it took long she found that the notion embarrassed her and she would retract her hand, quickly trying to fill her head with the longest list of menial things she could possibly think of.

            She wriggled her finger and felt her chest constrict as she drew in a slightly labored breath. Her hips arched slightly trying to allow her hand better access and in a moment she was pulling her finger slowly from between her legs and then pushing it gently back in again. It mimicked the motions she had experienced during sex only this felt better. Hermione probed her finger in and out of her womanhood a few more times before daring to slide a second finger inside of her. Two fingers together were thicker than one and gave her a more filling sensation.

            She whimpered as she moved her fingers in and out, in and out. Her hand moved quicker than before and she pushed her fingers harder and deeper into her sex, the base of her knuckles rubbing hard against her labia. She needed to push her fingers deeper, harder and faster but she couldn’t manage. Her muscles tightened as she longed to feel something thicker, longer probing into her sex. A low moan escaped her lips as her thumb accidentally bumped a spot just above her entrance; the fabled nerve bundle. Rationally she knew that every woman had one, but as she’d never searched for her own or had any stimulation purposely brought to it, finding her external sweet spot was quite the pleasant surprise.

            Hermione jammed her fingers into her slick sex, faster than before and then brought her free hand between her legs. She fumbled for a moment, prying her labia back to press her thumb against her clitoris. Her body tingled and she pressed harder, rubbing ferociously against this new found nerve bundle as her fingers drove mercilessly into her womanhood. She was panting, her body shaking and in a quick moment she felt a spark shoot up her spine. Her legs quaked and she whimpered, feeling a zap of pleasure as her thighs clenched tightly against her hand. She held still for a moment and then bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a grin; she had just brought herself to her first ever orgasm. And with that thought on her mind she wasted no time in finding slumber.

            The next morning Hermione was eager to awake. She entered her study and frowned when there was no hidden present waiting on the desk. But perhaps her Secret Santa dared not risk breaking and entering into her chambers while she was occupying them again. She gathered up her festive hat and headed off to the Headmaster’s office. It took nearly an hour before the cost was clear and she was able to sneak in and place her gift. Returning to her chambers proved to be no less of a disappointment. With a sigh, Hermione headed off to breakfast. Perhaps after her first few classes a nice surprise would be waiting her return.

            But three classes came and went along with lunch and two more classes and still no present had arrived. It wasn’t that she needed the present, but given the first three days she was inclined to discover the next clue in what she had deemed the mystery of Christmas. Her evening session of study hall ran later than she had anticipated and although her stomach was hungry she was hardly in the mood to face the Great Hall.

            Entering her chambers she was rather surprised to see a tiny greenish looking person zipping back and forth across her study.

            “Dobby?” she called out.

            “Ack!” the house elf cried and bumped his head on the edge of her desk. “Professor Granger is not supposed to be back yet!” he cried and then smacked his head purposefully against the desk. “The presents is not yet ready!”

            “Presents?” she asked with a glowing smile.

            “Professor Granger’s Secret Santa needed Dobby’s help,” he said and then clapped his hands over his mouth. “And now Dobby will have to sew his lips shut!”

            Knowing all too well that a house elf’s turn of phrase was often its literal intention for self punishment, Hermione quickly scuttled over to him and knelt at his side. “You will do no such thing or I will give the entire house elf staff a pair trousers for Christmas.”

            Dobby’s eyes went wide and he nearly choked. But after a moment he nodded his head slowly and then climbed up on top of her desk. With a few snaps of his fingers a tiny silver cauldron appeared. And then a tiny foil box and four covered serving trays. “Professor Granger, your presents is ready.” And without another word Dobby vanished from the room.

            Hermione could hardly believe her eyes as a fire lit itself beneath the cauldron. It was a curious display but very elegant. She took her seat behind her desk and then slowly unwrapped the foil on the box. Lifting the lid her eyes glowed and her chest bubbled up with glee. A large rough-cut square of the darkest chocolate she had ever seen rested in the middle of the box. Resting beside it was a long silver skewer. Hermione picked up the chocolate in her hands and slowly brought it to her nose. She inhaled, rich dark cocoa, cinnamon, cardamom, and other exotic scents filled her nose.

            She was careful to break the bar in half as it was a very large bar and she placed half of it back in the box. The other half was set gently in the cauldron and as it touched the heated silver it began to melt. In moments the cauldron was nearly filled with a thick bubbling chocolate that smelled so delicious she was tempted to just drink it. The fire seemed to be enchanted as it slowed and dimmed to keep the chocolate from boiling.

            Hermione lifted the lid from the first of the silver serving trays and smiled. A small plate was stacked high with the most luscious juicy strawberries she had ever seen. There were five in total each one roughly half the size of her fist. The second tray held a tower of berries. The blackest blackberries, the plumpest raspberries, and roundest blueberries she had ever laid eyes on. As she lifted the lid to the third tray she smiled. A beautifully arranged pattern of pineapple pieces and kiwi fruit slices were stacked in a tier awaiting her skewer. It was almost too much just looking at the first three trays of fruit, she dared not to lift the fourth lid but after a moment her curiosity won out and her fingers pulled it back from the tray.

            A single banana, split lengthwise and then in quarters was displayed before her on the final tray. She hardly knew where to start, attempting first to skewer a strawberry and then she changed her mind, placing the humongous berry back on its plate and opting instead of a plump blackberry. A dribble of deep purple juice slipped down the silver skewer as she pierced the berry’s flesh. Holding the skewer over the pot she lowered it slowly into the chocolate and twirled it around for a moment before pulling the fruit out, completely coated in the rich darkness. Hermione pressed the sweet concoction against her lips; it was warm and slippery. Parting her lips she slowly slid the chocolate coated blackberry into her mouth.

            It was heavenly. The bittersweet juice of the berry mixing with the dark cocoa and the subtle spices made her taste buds go wild. It was her first orgasm all over again only this time it was in her mouth. A tender lump of pineapple was dipped next, followed by one of the enormous strawberries. She continued on in this manner, savoring each piece, licking the chocolate from every berry until only one raspberry remained. The cauldron was nearly empty only a few smears of the melted chocolate remained. With one last swirl of her skewer she managed to coat most of the berry before sucking it into her mouth.

            Thankful she had saved half the bar, Hermione replaced the lid on the box and tucked it into the top drawer of her desk. She would have to visit the kitchen some night soon and request another platter of fruit from Dobby. With a more than satisfied smile on her lips Hermione gasped as the cauldron and skewer vanished right before her eyes. So far it was the best present she had received. With a full belly and warmed heart she retreated to her bedroom. They weren’t even halfway through the twelve days and already Hermione longed for more days. Whoever her secret Santa was, they surely intended to spoil her rotten straight through ‘til Christmas.

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