These are J.K.'s toys I'm just borrowing them and making them do dirty things. No monies will be made from this fiction.

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Afraid of the Dark

Chapter 1 - Hot Nights

It was a hot, humid night in Hogwarts Castle and, Head Girl, Hermione Granger lay tossing and turning in her fitful sleep. She had earlier in the night stripped off the silk nighty she slept in due to the fact that
It was sticking to her in the heat. The window had been left open with the hope that some wayward breeze would perhaps find its way in, to cool her down during this most unusual May heat-wave.

Hermione was had been having the same dream for a number of weeks now. She struggled to bring them under control but couldn't confide even in her best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, as these dreams were not simply dreams.
They were a projection of her deepest darkest fantasies played out in increasing intensity every night, driving her to the brink of insanity with unrequited longing and lust. The object of her desires, if reviled, would devastate her friends. Her only family.
Her Mother and Father having been murdered by Voldemort to try and lure her and Harry out into the open. The Weasleys took her in and treated her as their own. Molly Weasley adoring having another girl to dote upon.

The war was over now and Hogwarts re-opened the following September with Blaise Zambini and Herself named as Head Boy and Girl. So much had changed in the short year that had followed. There was a renewed sense of unity between the Houses and Hermione and Blaise had spent much time and effort to bridge the gaps between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Much to the disgust of some. But progress had been made much to the delight of new Headmistress Minerva Mc Gonagle. Professor Severus Snape, fresh from St. Mungo's having slipped himself a Bezoar after being bitten by Nagini, had took up his post as potions master whilst, the acquitted, Lucius Malfoy had taken the no longer cursed, role of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Which he had taken to like a duck to water.

Hermione's hand wandered beneath the elastic waistband of her cotton knickers as she began to dip her fingers into her moist folds to find the sweet spot which would temporarily give her release from the ache which followed her throughout her day. She feverishly worked at her swollen clit, rubbing and murmuring the names which so wished she could scream aloud. Finally reaching a sub-par orgasm which failed even to wake her.

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The next morning Hermione awoke as tired and worn out as when she'd lain down to sleep. Last nights sweat clung to her body and her knickers were soaked from her nocturnal escapades. She plodded off towards the shower where she stepped under the cool water and began to wash away the remnants of her dreams. As she lathered the soap over her pert breasts, images of her dreams came flashing before her eyes. A hot mouth closing over her nipple, sucking, nibbling, tasting the sensitive bud. Hands running down her back and over her tight ass, kneading her supple flesh before lifting her up and slamming her against
the tiled wall, the fabulous man in front of her positioning himself at her slick entrance.....
Hermione's legs buckled from under her as she clutched at the wall to right herself. 'You are going to get some dreamless
sleep draught tonight' she scolded herself.

The newts had been effortless compared with the previous year's events and they had a free week before they left Hogwarts forever. The feeling was quite strange as the 7th years lounged about the grounds of the castle. Hermione however, decided to spend the week in solitude, making good use of the Hogwarts library. She had accepted an apprenticeship in Charms with Prof. Flitwick so for her, it was only another summer holiday, which she had planned to spend with the boys and Ginny at the Burrow. It was to be their last summer together as Harry was to begin his Auror training in September and Ron had taken an internship in the
Ministries 'Misuse of Muggle Artifact's department with his Dad (Only till his Quiditch career took off, mind you!). Ginny still had one more year to go so at least Hermione wouldn't feel so alone next year. She loved the boys dearly but relished the chance to stand alone and be "Hermione Grange apprentice spells mistress" rather than "the Granger Girl, Harry Potter's friend". It was time for Hermione to show what she could do.

She too had grown over the past year. Long gone was the scrawny, buck-toothed, frizzy haired know-it-all. Hermione had certainly grown into her self. All the time spent roughing it in the forests of the U.K. for a year had toughened her up. She was now toned and curvy, her hips slightly flaired making her waist look smaller and her ample breasts look bigger. She was still a know-it-all though, much to a certain professor's chagrin. She and Ron had had a bit of a fling last summer but she found that he was more like a brother to her and they had fizzled out as quickly as it had started. Ron, however, had other notions and still harbored strong feelings for her, which from time to time he tried to act upon. Hermione's desires were more of a darker nature. The dreams she kept having made Hermione ashamed of herself. Was she a dirty and twisted person to have these urges? Hermione may have not been a virgin, she and Ron had had an unsatisfying tryst one afternoon in the garden shed at the burrow, but she knew next to nothing about sexuality.

Hermione arrived at the infirmary that evening ready to take some dreamless sleep draught; she needed some restful sleep badly.
Unfortunately for her though, Madam Pomfrey had been called away and had left a note on the infirmary doors....

Dear Staff and Students,
I have been called away due to a family matter,
For Potions please notify Prof. S. Snape,
For anything serious, please floo St. Mungo's Hospital.

Regards,
Mme. P. Pomfrey.

Hermione stood rutted to the spot. She would have to face Snape or suffer another sleepless night. Summoning all her Gryffindor Courage, Hermione made her way down to the dungeons, her stomach churning. Nothing had changed since the end of the war. No longer in service to Lord Voldemort or Albus Dumbledore, one would think that Snape would
be more at ease but it was the general consensus that in fact he seemed more withdrawn, only allowing Lucius Malfoy to converse
with him and snarkier than his pre-war self.
As Hermione walked through the deserted dungeons, her footsteps echoing, someone stood in the shadows watching her.

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She was a beauty to behold, not breath-takingly gorgeous but in a more unconscious way. She sway of her hips drew your eyes to them; the slight wobble of her bum beneath her robes would cause a man's mouth to water. Yes, that Hermione Granger was a special gift to unwrap. Hidden by those robes was a treasure. The plan was working. They would have to be very careful about how to proceed from here on in.
One mistake would ruin all their progress.

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