Hormones
Summer seemed to be a blur for Hermione. Usually she sat up in her bed rereading her favorite muggle romances and nagging at Ron to do his homework and checking over hers several times, but this time she was at Ron's house. And Harry was there. And the whole Weasley family. There was hardly any privacy around, and if it hadn't been for the enchanted lock on the door, everyone would see Hermione strip down and shower. The only personal place was the bathroom, but everyone seemed to be using it.
"Ron! Can you get out of the freaking bathroom!" she yelled, banging her fist against the door, leaning over on the wall next to it.
"Herm- just wait!" he grumbled, and Hermione leaned her ear to the door, surprised at the shuffiling noise that occured inside it.
"What are you doing in there?" she asked curiously, teasingly. She turned the knob and found the door unlocked and almost laughed at the sight.
Ron Weasley was attempting to use a muggle razor, and his face had bits of tissues softened with blood in it.
"GET OUT!" he yelled feircly, and Hermione had never seen him so angry with her before, and he pushed her out, slamming the door and a lock was heard as Hermione lost her balance and fell into someone's arms.
"Caught you, didn't I?" the same familiar voice hissed in her ear. She looked up and enjoyed the tinglings she felt in Harry's warm arms.
"You should be more careful, Hermione." stated Harry, letting her go to her disappointment, and walking toward the bedroom he shared with Ron's.
As the door closed, Hermione felt herself looking at it, wishing she was in there, but she shook her head at herself. What was she thinking? An incredible blush rouged her cheeks. Being touched by Harry had nearly shaken her. What was happening to her? Whenever a boy brushed against her body or even touched any part of it, she felt this weird sensation.
She felt ashamed of herself. Thinking these thoughts! After all, about her best friend and strangers for heaven's sakes! When she had finally gotten into the bathroom by apologizing to Ron, she slipped her clothes off and entered the hot steamy shower. It felt good to have water clean every place and the soap slinking against her fingers.
After she was done, she clutching a towel to her chest, thinking Ginny wasn't in the room, and entered.
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Where was it? Where was his wand? Hadn't he just left it beside the drawer next to his bed? He searched Hermione & Ginny's room throughly, and sneaked a peak into one of Hermione's private drawers. He just wanted to find his wand, but curiosity and fear went through his chest as he looked through the 17 year old's clothes.
Skirts, shirts, a pair of sandles..and Harry's heart gave a skip, and his fingers grazed around the red silk material of panties, it looked so beautiful that Harry wondered how Hermione looked in it without wearing anything else.
He nearly slapped himself, but he tucked the panties in his pocket and shut the drawer quickly, trying not to look suspicious.
Well it was her fault. She was the one wearing those skimpy clothes and brushing up against him and making him save her and touch her...
Harry almost shivered at the thought of her beautiful peach colored skin against his, her beautiful now shiny and sleek hair tickiling his chest...oh how it would feel to cup those breasts ...maybe even put his lips around one?
Harry felt himself get hard and gulped. This is insane. She's your best friend. Your not supposed to think these things. But he couldn't help it if his eyes sometimes wandered around her inner thighs when he dropped something under the kitchen table, so when they bumped into each other, it sent the hairs up his back to rise.
His dreams weren't reassuring either. They had been nagging him all day, annoying him in the morning. Several girls that looked like Hermione wearing a bikini and some boots. How pathetic can you get? And yet in the morning he would have to clean and dry his sheets for such behavior.
Well could he help it if he got urges sometimes? Especially when he caught his breath to have even one look at her and her well rounded ass, her full breasts, and those beautiful shiny lips that he had been dying to bite and lick and touch forever.
And whenever their legs touched, sometimes Harry wanted to grab her, lay her on the floor and just do something to relive himself. However, he could do no such things. For, she only thought of him as a friend. And he should have been thinking about her the same way too. Instead he had imagined what it would feel like to have sex with her.
Oh, it was wrong. Dirty. Immoral. And he felt guilty. But he couldn't help it. Just to get his hardness against her virign jewel was hard enough not to contain. But then sometimes he wondered if she was still a virgin. After all, she and Ron did go out for a while in 5th year before deciding it was just a silly crush and they got over it. Did they ever...
He felt his face redden at the thought of Ron doing that to anyone, least of all Hermione.
But she was a girl. And he was a boy. But they were fifteen..they couldn't have possibly...could they?
He shook the ideas from his head, and gulped once more, and then there was a sudden movement to the door and it flung itself open, revealing a naked form of Hermione Granger, clutching a towel to her chest.
*** Please Reveiw, tell me if you like it or not. Flames will be used to rekindle my fireplace. I hope that was enough lusty thoughts for you...!!!!! :) Next chapter will come up soon if you reveiw!!!!
Summer seemed to be a blur for Hermione. Usually she sat up in her bed rereading her favorite muggle romances and nagging at Ron to do his homework and checking over hers several times, but this time she was at Ron's house. And Harry was there. And the whole Weasley family. There was hardly any privacy around, and if it hadn't been for the enchanted lock on the door, everyone would see Hermione strip down and shower. The only personal place was the bathroom, but everyone seemed to be using it.
"Ron! Can you get out of the freaking bathroom!" she yelled, banging her fist against the door, leaning over on the wall next to it.
"Herm- just wait!" he grumbled, and Hermione leaned her ear to the door, surprised at the shuffiling noise that occured inside it.
"What are you doing in there?" she asked curiously, teasingly. She turned the knob and found the door unlocked and almost laughed at the sight.
Ron Weasley was attempting to use a muggle razor, and his face had bits of tissues softened with blood in it.
"GET OUT!" he yelled feircly, and Hermione had never seen him so angry with her before, and he pushed her out, slamming the door and a lock was heard as Hermione lost her balance and fell into someone's arms.
"Caught you, didn't I?" the same familiar voice hissed in her ear. She looked up and enjoyed the tinglings she felt in Harry's warm arms.
"You should be more careful, Hermione." stated Harry, letting her go to her disappointment, and walking toward the bedroom he shared with Ron's.
As the door closed, Hermione felt herself looking at it, wishing she was in there, but she shook her head at herself. What was she thinking? An incredible blush rouged her cheeks. Being touched by Harry had nearly shaken her. What was happening to her? Whenever a boy brushed against her body or even touched any part of it, she felt this weird sensation.
She felt ashamed of herself. Thinking these thoughts! After all, about her best friend and strangers for heaven's sakes! When she had finally gotten into the bathroom by apologizing to Ron, she slipped her clothes off and entered the hot steamy shower. It felt good to have water clean every place and the soap slinking against her fingers.
After she was done, she clutching a towel to her chest, thinking Ginny wasn't in the room, and entered.
****
Where was it? Where was his wand? Hadn't he just left it beside the drawer next to his bed? He searched Hermione & Ginny's room throughly, and sneaked a peak into one of Hermione's private drawers. He just wanted to find his wand, but curiosity and fear went through his chest as he looked through the 17 year old's clothes.
Skirts, shirts, a pair of sandles..and Harry's heart gave a skip, and his fingers grazed around the red silk material of panties, it looked so beautiful that Harry wondered how Hermione looked in it without wearing anything else.
He nearly slapped himself, but he tucked the panties in his pocket and shut the drawer quickly, trying not to look suspicious.
Well it was her fault. She was the one wearing those skimpy clothes and brushing up against him and making him save her and touch her...
Harry almost shivered at the thought of her beautiful peach colored skin against his, her beautiful now shiny and sleek hair tickiling his chest...oh how it would feel to cup those breasts ...maybe even put his lips around one?
Harry felt himself get hard and gulped. This is insane. She's your best friend. Your not supposed to think these things. But he couldn't help it if his eyes sometimes wandered around her inner thighs when he dropped something under the kitchen table, so when they bumped into each other, it sent the hairs up his back to rise.
His dreams weren't reassuring either. They had been nagging him all day, annoying him in the morning. Several girls that looked like Hermione wearing a bikini and some boots. How pathetic can you get? And yet in the morning he would have to clean and dry his sheets for such behavior.
Well could he help it if he got urges sometimes? Especially when he caught his breath to have even one look at her and her well rounded ass, her full breasts, and those beautiful shiny lips that he had been dying to bite and lick and touch forever.
And whenever their legs touched, sometimes Harry wanted to grab her, lay her on the floor and just do something to relive himself. However, he could do no such things. For, she only thought of him as a friend. And he should have been thinking about her the same way too. Instead he had imagined what it would feel like to have sex with her.
Oh, it was wrong. Dirty. Immoral. And he felt guilty. But he couldn't help it. Just to get his hardness against her virign jewel was hard enough not to contain. But then sometimes he wondered if she was still a virgin. After all, she and Ron did go out for a while in 5th year before deciding it was just a silly crush and they got over it. Did they ever...
He felt his face redden at the thought of Ron doing that to anyone, least of all Hermione.
But she was a girl. And he was a boy. But they were fifteen..they couldn't have possibly...could they?
He shook the ideas from his head, and gulped once more, and then there was a sudden movement to the door and it flung itself open, revealing a naked form of Hermione Granger, clutching a towel to her chest.
*** Please Reveiw, tell me if you like it or not. Flames will be used to rekindle my fireplace. I hope that was enough lusty thoughts for you...!!!!! :) Next chapter will come up soon if you reveiw!!!!