My first story posted, first chapter is low on sex but it picks up in the next couple. Hermione was so excited. It wasn't that she was struggling in any of her classes, just the opposite in fact. She had been top in every subject for the entire first two years she was at Hogwarts and now as they were moving past the basics and into some more advanced magic she wanted to make sure she stayed ahead of the curve. She had approached Percy right after the first week of classes and he had agreed that private lessons with him would be an excellent way to keep her learning at an above average pace.
In fact he had seemed a bit too pleased with himself just having her ask. He could be a bit big headed now and then but Hermione could not deny that he was currently the best student at Hogwarts and had a very bright future ahead of him because of his marks.
Her first meeting with him was to be tonight at 8 in the Head Boy suite above the boys dormitories in Gryffindor Tower and by 7: She paced at the bottom of the stairs not sure whether it would be rude to show up early.
Ron and Harry were across the room making a vain attempt to complete their homework assignments without her since she had finished hours ago. She wanted to have her assignments complete so that she and Percy could go over them and he could help her fine tune.
The boys had made fun of her so bad when they found out about her private lessons that she had outright refused to copy her notes for them to use while she was away. As she glanced over at their table she saw Ron giving her a look like he was trying to summon the notes out of her bag through the air and onto the table. It was their own fault that they relied on her so heavily to complete their homework. Maybe with her having private lessons at least once a week they would learn to become more independent.
One certainly sounded like Percy but he was groaning as if in some kind of pain. As she was about to look through her bag for her quill she heard a new noise. It sounded wet, like a gurgling slurping noise. Now she knew something must be wrong, he could be injured or choking. She had to at least knock and see if he was responsive. She turned the knob very slowly and peeked just slightly around the edge of the door. Nothing could have prepared her for the scene in front of her. Percy was sitting on his bed, his robes undone below his waist with his pants and shorts around his ankles.
As he jumped Hermione got a quick glimpse of his erect penis swinging through the air before he toppled over and got tangled in his own clothing as well. Had that girl really been doing what she thought to Percy? Why would someone want to do that? Why would Percy want someone to do that to him? Whatever they were doing, Hermione was certain it was against school rules.
Why else would Percy have been that upset when she caught them? She had never heard him use a word like that before; it must have been really bad.
She wondered if she should tell someone. Then again, as she thought more about it, there must be some explanation for his behavior. With that settled she calmed down a bit and realized that it was stifling under her blankets.
She got out of bed briefly, stripped down to her knickers and climbed back in under the covers tossing the comforter aside she pulled the sheet up to her chin and settled into her pillow. She attempted to fall asleep but one image kept floating to the front of her subconscious. It was Percy standing there with his fully erect penis hanging out the front of his robes. Hermione knew it was not an appropriate thing for her to be thinking about and she tried to push it away but it kept creeping back up on her.
This was totally different though, the pictures in the book always showed the penis flaccid and hanging down in front of the testicles. As she allowed herself to dwell on these thoughts and the image of him standing in front of her she pictured herself kneeling in front of him examining it as the other girl had done.
She wondered what it felt like how heavy it was. She began to feel sweaty again but noticed that the wet sensation in her nether region seemed to be much more than sweat. Her panties were clearly damp now and her crotch felt moist. She knew that the female body produced a natural lubricant for sexual intercourse but was thinking about a penis enough to make it start?
It had never done this before. Confused she reached down to try and see if something was wrong. As soon as her fingers made contact with the outside of her underwear on top of her mound she twitched a bit.
Slowly she reached down again careful of the sensitive spot she had hit so she could investigate her quickly dampening crotch. She started up a bit higher this time placing her fingers on her bare stomach just below her navel. She began slowly inching lower and lower towards the hem of her panties. As she contacted the fabric the moisture in her crotch was even more apparent, she was sopping and she thought she should get out of her knickers before they were ruined.
She managed to slip her thumbs under the waist band without catching a sensitive spot and she wriggled them down her legs. As her thighs rubbed together she felt another wave up her spine of what could only be described as pure pleasure.
Ever the scientist she was determined to figure out why this was happening. Now completely naked she began to probe herself once again. Starting this time at her inner thigh she worked her fingers up slowly closer and closer to her private area. She could feel the juices had made her inner legs slick but also sticky. She got some of it on her hands and brought it up to her face to examine. It smelled salty, like sweat, but it also had a sweetness to it that almost made her want to taste it.
She wiped her fingers on the bed sheets and resumed her search. With really only one place left to go she placed her fingers on the outside of her pussy lips feeling the soft bare skin was very warm. It was also puffy and tender like it was swelling. She moved closer to where her opening was and where she knew the source of the liquid must be now and as her finger hit the little nub at the top of her slit she gasped.
There it was again, pure, unadulterated pleasure. She touched it again slowly and her breath caught in her throat, she was afraid to breathe thinking it might stop the feeling she was giving herself. She began rubbing slowly on what she knew must be her clitoris and her fingers became covered in her own juices again.
She was totally wrapped up in the feeling coursing through her body every time she pressed down on that little button. Once again she was amazed at how all the diagrams and deions she'd read of even her own anatomy had left her so in the dark about the reality of the function. She sped up her pace slightly and she was now panting harder than when she had run up and down all those stairs. The stairs reminded her of Percy and how this had all started.
She remembered the look of his penis and if at all possible she felt her pleasure heighten even more. There was a pressure building up inside her now and she knew it had to be released. Instinct told her that the only way to get release would be to keep rubbing herself as fast and hard as she could. It was like climbing up a very steep hill, she could see the precipice in the distance and every step closer got her more and more excited about what lay on the other side. All of a sudden the door to the dormitory burst open and her dorm mates came in laughing loudly about something.
Hermione nearly fell out of bed she jumped so badly. Luckily with her bed being situated behind the door as it opened, neither girl entering saw her and she was able to cover herself back up and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her heavy breathing.
You wish you did as well in class as she did. Parvati gave an audible grunt and burst out laughing again but quickly quieted herself. How does she expect to get anywhere in life with no tits? The other girl still had her bra on but it was clear that her breasts were popping out the top of it. Hermione had never noticed before how large chested she was and suspected the less than revealing school robes they were always wearing had something to do with it. Hannah, what a slut. I heard she was dating a 6th year.
At least not yet. Hermione noticed as she did so that her underwear had slipped to the side revealing one soft looking pink lip of her pussy. Gasping silently to herself Hermione felt her crotch getting damp again. What on earth was going on with her? Parvati was now sitting on her bed nodding her head approvingly at her best friend. Lavender turned to face the mirror next to the door and Hermione got a good look at her front now. Want to feel them?
Hermione saw Lavender let out a soft sigh unnoticed by Parvati. Startled by the abrupt invasion of her breasts Parvati pushed Lavneder back. Hermione lay in bed and thought about all she had witnessed tonight.
It had been eye opening to say the least. As she drifted off to sleep listening to her, a knowing smile spread across her face.
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