|Chapter 2: True love blooming
||[Dec. 23rd, 2005|11:22 pm]
It was a blustery fall afternoon at Hogwarts and Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common with only a crackling fire to keep her company. Upon hearing footsteps coming from the boys' tower she quickly glanced up from her copy of Zublin's Advanced Potions, hoping to find Harry or Ron.|
"’Afternoon Hermione!" Neville Longbottom said, nearly tripping on the last few steps of the spiral staircase.
"Oh, hello Neville" Hermione snapped. "You haven't seen Harry or Ron up there have you? I've been looking for them all day!"
"Yeah, they've been huddled up in Ron's bed with the curtains drawn for hours!" Neville said, dumbfounded "I tried to peak in once to see what they were doing, but they shouted something about not wrecking their secret light sensitive spells. I didn't want to be a bother, so I came back down here."
"Light sensitive spells?" Hermione said to herself, "Those boys could never master such advanced magic. Something fishy is going on here!"
She quickly pulled out her charms textbook and began to rapidly search the index. The combination of heat from the fireplace and intensity of study soon created a seductive glow around Hermione's young face. Soon, the perspiration spread through her underarms, neck and chest, highlighting key areas of her uniform.
"You're looking... hot" Neville murmured from the oversized armchair next to Hermione.
"Yeah, I probably shouldn't be sitting so close to this fire" She said.
Hermione stuffed her papers into her bag and walked over to the couch across from Neville.
"Oh no" He replied, moving to the empty seat next to Hermione. "I didn't mean temperature"
"Um, thanks" She gushed, "I've been using a new lotion. I think it really brings out the summers mist in my skin, don't you?"
"I don't know," He said, looking into her eyes "I've never tasted a summers mist before"
Neville quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Hermione did not protest, and had soon undone the top three buttons of her blouse.
Neville slowly pulled out his wand and said “Displayus mammarium!"
The remainder of Hermione's shirt suddenly split open, exposing her young chest to the fall air. Neville smiled with delight and quickly pressed his face against her bare skin. Hermione felt waves of ecstasy as Neville slowly and carefully licked both of her protruding nipples.
“I feel like a Hungarian Horntail” Neville whispered into Hermione’s ear “And I need to find a cave to...”
“Hermione! Neville!” Ron interrupted from the top of the stairs. “What are you two doing? Oh bugger, we’ll have to get new furniture!”
“You would say that, you old faggot!” Hermione laughed.
She writhed with pleasure on an old persian rug while Neville carefully pulled down her white cotton panties. Ron stared, open mouthed.
“I… but… how did you know?” Ron sputtered
“Let’s just say it’s clear to all of us that you two are doing more than talking during those 45 minute ‘bathroom breaks’ at lunch” Neville said, wiping Hermione’s residue from the side of his mouth.
“Bloody hell, does this mean Harry and I are a couple?” Ron said, slinking into an empty chair near the fire.
“One thing’s for sure” Hermione replied, “You’re a couple of huffle puffs!”