Exploring Hermione's Sexuality

Chapter 1: Dramione

It was a scorching summer day in term three of Hogwarts. Hermione Granger was studying vigorously in preparation for her O.W.L.s every night. She knew everything she needed to know so her brain was starting to wander. Currently she was sitting in the dungeons taking doubles potions with the Slytherins. Snape was drawling on about the advantages of a strengthening solution when she closed her eyes. The warm classroom was making her drowsy. Snape's annoying voice made the class so unpleasant that all she wanted to do was go to her dorm and have some alone time with herself... All by herself... She was thinking about this when Snape moved to her desk.

"Granger tell me, What is the ingredient giving the strengthening solution the power to not kill you?" He had worded the question trickily. Hermione jerked her eyes open. "Or do you not know. You never, sleep in my class Granger. Ever." He drawled. "10 points from Gryffindor."

"The poison in a strengthening solution is calmed by a bezoar, which is the 4th ingredient in the potion. It is found in the stomach of a goat and can save anyone from most poisons." Hermione answered Snape. She was correct.

Snape stood silently with a look of disgust on his face, his lip curled, he quickly turned and strode back to his desk to continue the lesson.

In a few minutes time, Hermione dosed off again, thinking about herself... Her body... The pleasure... How good it would feel... Alone.

After 10 or so minutes, Snape started to pair people up to work on the strengthening solutions. Harry was paired with Vincent Crabbe, Ron with Pansy Parkinson (Whom Hermione had always thought was very attractive), but worst of all, Snape informed Hermione that she would be working with Draco Malfoy. A smirk grew across Snape's sallow face. Draco paced his way to the front of her desk and placed his hands on it, leaning in a little too close. She could smell his musk. It smelled good, but she hated his guts.

"Sit down" Hermione said, her jaw clenched.

He sat down beside her on the bench and rubbed his shoulder onto hers. She slid away so they broke contact. Hermione began making the potion while Draco watched. She would be practically giving Draco an O for HER work. It enraged her. After a few minutes, her pink potion was bubbling and steaming. Her hair became frizzy and wild. It was so hot. She took off her cloak.

She was wearing a button down white shirt, her Gryffindor tie and a Hogwarts skirt. She unbuttoned the top two buttons revealing a little bit of her cleavage and rolled up her shirt three times showing her thighs. It felt instantly cooler. As she did this she caught Draco's gaze as he looked at her boobs and she swore she heard him say,

"Damn Granger"

But there was no way to be certain over the chatter of the room and the bubbling of the potion.

"How can he think anything sexual about my thighs and tits? She wondered. "There was nothing remotely sexy about legs and breasts." She was more used to guys who, like in Gryffindor, respected her, and agreed with her on this. Harry and Ron would never stare at her the way Draco did now. She chose to ignore him. He was a creep. She shouldn't care about what he was thinking.

Potions had concluded. She and Draco had received full marks on Hermione's Strengthening solution and she headed towards the common room. As she walked, she couldn't help notice Draco trailing around 15 yards behind her. She took no thought of this. He was probably sneaking into the kitchens or something. As she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, The Fat Lady awoke from her afternoon snooze.

"Password?" She said sleepily.

"Felix felices" Hermione said confidently. The door swung open to reveal the common room and as she climbed through the portrait hole, she looked back and saw Malfoy standing at the entrance.