Just an Itch

One Night Stand

Hermione Granger rolled over under impossibly soft crisp black bed sheets. The pillowy down black comforter provided warmth from the chilly air conditioning that was blowing through the room. Her eyes slowly opened and she sighed feeling the softness of the sheets caress her skin. "Oh no," she thought suddenly as memories of the previous evening came rushing back to her. She dared to look under the covers, "perfect." As expected, she was naked and her heart was racing. One night stands weren't something she usually took part in but her friends had convinced her to just get it out of her system. It had been over a year since Hermione had slept with anyone and her friends were tired of her constant bitching. She had an itch that needed to be taken care of and threw caution to the wind. Hermione went to a bar outside of the little college town she lived in and caught eyes with a beautifully captivating woman who wooed her in all the right ways. The evening was a near religious experience for Hermione. She never had a lover be so attentive and gracious. She couldn't count the number of orgasms that were shared between the two of them throughout the course of the night but Hermione could say both women fell asleep completely satiated in a mass of sweaty limbs. "I can't believe I fell asleep," she groaned internally, taking a quick look over her shoulder, wild curly black hair obstructing the face of the captivating woman. "At least I can't see her face as I leave," she had never been good at sneaking out. Just another reason why she didn't do one night stands.

Hermione slowly and carefully picked up the arm that was loosely wrapped around her abdomen and slid out from underneath it. Holding her breath she climbed out of the bed hoping she didn't disturb the still sleeping woman. A sigh of relief washed over her when the woman mumbled and shifted, rolling over onto her back. The sheet moved with her exposing her upper body and Hermione's breath hitched. Hair moved from her face and Hermione saw the soft expression of sleep as the woman slowly breathed and soft snores were heard which prompted the brunette to move once more. She grabbed her underwear and remembered they didn't make it past the evening. They were a casualty of war as they laid on the floor ripped next to her equally destroyed bra. "It was worth it," she recalled the overzealous nature of her lover as the undergarments were cut from her body.

Hermione took a moment to let her eyes sweep across the endless pale skin leading down the swoop of her perfectly sized breasts and dusky pink nipples. The small buds were excited from the cool AC and it was almost enough to have Hermione say fuck it and climb back in the bed. This woman was a goddess. There was no other way to describe her. "No," she internally chastised herself as she went around the room silently getting dressed like a ninja, "one night stand means exactly that." She finished getting dressed and hurried to leave the woman's house before she woke up.

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Hermione got back to her shared apartment in the college district in record speed. The walk back turned out to be only 15 minutes. "Thank heavens for GPS," Hermione said to nobody as she followed the turn by turn directions her phone was dictating to her. It was the first day of her classes for the new semester and she was determined to get a shower and wash away the remnants of the perfect sex from last night. At the age of 25 she was going into her first year of her Doctoral program. Arriving back at her flat, she quietly made her way inside hopeful that it was early enough her roommate wouldn't be awake yet. A sigh of relief escaped when she saw the living room empty and hurried to her room.

"So," a smug voice came from down the hall before she could close the door to her room, "did you get lucky last night?"

"Now is really not the time, Ginny," Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to shut the door but her red headed roommate was too quick for her. "Seriously. I need to get a shower and we both have class in an hour."

"Did you finally take my advice?" She gave her a knowing smile. "Scratched that itch?"

"Yes," Hermione sighed, relenting, "I had sex last night." She rolled her eyes when the excited little squeal came out of her friend.