Much Ado About Hermione

Chapter 1: Relieving the Tension

The library was uncommonly noisy that night, filled with the low whispering of students as they all studied for their various classes; but the only voice Harry heard was of the girl sitting next to him. Carried by her perfumed breath, her melodic voice wafted through the air and into his ears. His lids half closed and resting his elbow on the table, he watched her as if in an ecstasy-induced trance. He observed every single gesture; from the manner in which she held the quill between her fingers to the way she licked her lips every so often, glistening the plump flesh.

"You have to change this sentence because it's a bit fragment," she said pointing to his essay. "And you've used this word a lot throughout the composition, maybe you should replace it."

She scratched out some of his writing and wrote over them. "Now, don't get the idea that I'm going to rewrite this whole thing for you. I'm just helping you out, since you apparently have a few problems with your structuring."

Harry nodded. "Sure," he said as he watched her lips move. He loved the way she spoke, so directly, no hesitation in her voice. His eyes then ran down the slope of her neck and followed her collarbone down to her blouse, where they stayed.

He gasped as she leaned forward and grabbed the thesaurus off the table, exposing her cleavage in the process. His eyes glistened with desire as he saw just a peak of perfectly formed pink skin. His body inadvertently moved towards that spot.

Hermione stopped writing and glanced over at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"What?" replied Harry.

"You keep staring at me. What's wrong? Did I get crumbs on my shirt?" She looked down at her top, inspecting it for bits of the food she had eaten earlier. "I love those crackers, but they can be a bit messy."

She lifted her shirt a few inches away from her skin as her hand brushed down the front. Harry watched with a ravenous stare as her long fingers gently ran up and down the delicate fabric of her blouse.

He grew jealous of that hand as it grazed the spot that had enraptured him for the past thirty minutes. In fact, that spot had entranced him for the past couple of days, ever since she walked into the common room on the first day of school with her blouse filled to capacity; her once modest breasts were replaced with smooth and sculpted mounds that spilled out of her top.

Soon a cold draft drifted into the library, spreading goose bumps all over his arms. He saw Hermione shiver as the cold air hit her. The chill also affected her breasts; her nipples soon became enlarged and ripe, eagerly thrusting back at him through the fabric.

"Okay, this sentence doesn't make sense," Hermione began, "and you ended it with a preposition."

Harry half heard her words as he stared in fixed wonderment at the outline of her enlarged bosoms from underneath her silk blouse, as they seemed to be daring him to reach out and caress them. His eyes glassed over, as he was thoroughly enchanted by the tantalizing view before him.

Without realizing it, his hand began to make its way towards her chest. His heart pounded as his hand hovered just inches from her blouse. But as if suddenly hit by the realization of what he was doing, his fingers quickly recoiled and he brought his arm to his side once more.

"Harry," Hermione said. The young man in front of her made no reaction. "Harry!"

Harry blinked several times as her voice drew him from his stupor. He forced his gaze away from her chest and met her eyes for the first time during their entire study session. "Huh?"

"Let's get going. It's getting kinda late. I corrected as much of the essay as I could. Overall, it's really good. I think Professor Binns will be pleased."

In her rush to gather the reading material off the table, her hand grazed Harry's arm. Harry sat still as her touch sent a wave of delight that pierced through him. The excitement traveled through his arm and down his abdomen, before reaching his crotch. The sensations culminated in his groin and manifested itself into an unbearable throbbing that began to stiffen him.

Too busy concentrating on the tingling feelings growing in his nether regions, Harry was unaware that Hermione had resumed talking.

"Do you have everything?" she asked. Getting no response from him, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your things. Do you have all your things?"

He observed that hand for a moment, watching as her fingers ran along his arm. "Yes," he managed to reply.

As Hermione got up from the table, Harry ran his eyes down her body. The pants she was wearing were perfectly hugging the firm masses of her bum. He was about to get to his feet as well when he noticed that his excitement was clearly visible; a bulge could be seen as his erection struggle against the confines of his pants.

"Just give me a minute," he muttered. He then arranged his robes around his body, making sure that his groin was well hidden underneath the folds of the velvety fabric. "I'm ready now," he said, after he was satisfied that all was concealed. However, his first attempts to get to his feet were a bit difficult, due to the heat from his crotch gluing him down to the chair.

As he and Hermione made their way back to Gryffindor Tower, Harry tried to maintain eye contact with her as she lectured him on the importance of good grammar. He focused on her hair and eyes as they walked through the halls, trying not to succumb to his desire to glance at that tantalizing spot on her body.

However, his will was not strong enough to resist the fleshy globes of her breasts that eventually drew his gaze downward. Being taller than she, he was the recipient of a most delicious view of firm and delicate flesh. He nearly lost himself as her breasts began to move and vibrate with every passing step she took.

"Harry, watch out," said Hermione as she hooked her arm around him and pulled him away before he collided face first into a wall. "Are you okay?" she asked, half laughing.

"Yes." He smiled nervously, trying to keep his voice light. "Thanks for that. I could have broken my nose."

"What's wrong with you today? Your mind seems to be elsewhere."

"I don't know what it is." He looked down at her face, observing the puzzled expression she was now giving him. "I haven't been getting much sleep lately," he added quickly.

"Try to get some rest. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

When they entered the common room, Harry quickly pulled away from her side. "I'm going off to bed," he shouted over his shoulder. "It's been a busy night." He quickly walked past all the tables full of students, not making any eye contact with anyone, lest someone tried to draw him into a conversation.

He ran up the stairs and closed the door behind him. After checking the other beds and making sure he was the only one in the dorm, he climbed onto his bed and closed the curtains around him. He slipped off his robes and began to undress. As he removed his pants, he took extra measures in making sure that his engorged organs did not get caught in the zipper.

Sliding his naked body into the covers, he let a moan escape his mouth as his erection brushed against his cool sheets. Being that his excitement was quite high, he forwent all the usual procedures that would have involved caressing his chest, and proceeded with his activity.

He closed his eyes, as the images of Hermione's body in those snug pants ran through his mind. Thoughts of her erect nipples and her creamy, quivering breasts fueled his excitement into pure bliss. He wanted to bring those breasts into his mouth, running his tongue over each rosy peak.

He imagined how if would feel if he took her into his arms and splayed his hands against her hot skin, touching every inch of her body. He fantasized laying on top of her and feeling her body writhe underneath him.

He pressed back into his mattress, letting himself get devoured by the self-induced sensations that were growing within him. His eyelids fluttered open and then closed as he lost himself to the delight of his touch. All was quiet in the room, except for his heavy breathing and the thumping of his heart. Then...

"Harry?"

Harry's eyes flew wide open, startled by the voice in the room.

"Harry are you there?" came Neville's voice from the other side of the curtains.

"Yeah," Harry replied, trying to sound calm. His voice came out raspy and out of breath.

"I saw you come up here a few minutes ago," Neville began. "You weren't sleeping, were you? If you were, then I apologize."

"No, I'm awake." Harry lifted his head and looked down at his body, he was still fully aroused. He then rested his head back on his pillow, wondering what to do next. Although the sensations he had experienced earlier where incredible, he hesitated continuing. "What's up?" he finally asked, sensing that Neville was waiting for his response.

"I just wanted to know if I could talk to you for a moment."

Harry heard the springs on the next bed begin to squeak and guessed that Neville had cozily settled himself onto Ron's bed. He looked up at the ceiling, a grimace starting to show on his face, as he now knew that this was not going to be a brief discussion.

"I guess I'm just having some anxiety about this year," said Neville. "It's our last year and I'm afraid I might not graduate. I have reoccurring thoughts about Snape failing me."

The round-faced boy remained quiet for several moments. Harry guessed he was trying to figure out what to say.

"And I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when school is over," Neville continued. "My gran says I should work for the Ministry, but I think that's a bit too smart for me."

"Don't say that Neville."

"But it's true. And I don't want to let my gran down. I've disappointed her so many times in the past. I don't want to be a screw up anymore."

As he listened to Neville ramble on about his grandmother's high expectations for him, Harry decided to continue with his activities. As Neville vented all his worries and tribulations, Harry kept his mind on Hermione's voluptuous body.

He didn't have to do much talking, coming to the conclusion that Neville was merely looking for someone to listen to his troubles. Nevertheless, he threw in an occasional "Yes" and "You don't say" into the conversation, so Neville would not get suspicious.

As he drifted into complete rapture, Harry found a renewed arousal; the threat of being caught was exhilarating.

Realizing that his hand movements were causing too much noise as it rubbed against his sheets, he tossed the covers off his body. The cold air was a refreshing and invigorating aphrodisiac as it hit his skin. As Neville continued babbling, Harry picked up the pace of his caressing; watching his hand as it quickly rose and fell in the dimness.

The moonlight slid through the small gap between his curtains, splashing rays of silver and gray on him, as if spotlighting the source of his pleasure.

His heart was pounding as he arched his back off the mattress, feeling the tension in his body tighten. He held his breath and clutched the sheets with his free hand as the pleasure erupted over him. His eyes fluttering wildly, he threw back his head as he gasped for air. He bucked his hips up in the air, and opened his mouth wide as he was pierced with a strong shattering of euphoric delight, his pleasures echoing from his throat.

"Are you okay?" asked Neville.

Still heavily consumed by the ecstasy, Harry didn't hear the other boy.

"Harry," Neville said again, "Is everything all right? I thought I heard you make some weird noises."

Harry finally managed to catch his breath. "I'm good. I'm just a little tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll let you rest. Thanks so much for listening to me. Talking to you really helped a lot."

"No problem."

"I'm gonna go downstairs."

"Okay," muttered Harry, as he heard Neville walk out the door. He lay back on his bed, his pulse still racing, and a hint of sweat glowing on his skin. He waited for his heart to resume its normal pace, before opening his eyes. His face was relaxed and easy, his hand still tight around him.