Horny Hogwarts: Hermione

Hermione Part 3

-Due to poor reader retention I will be rewriting chapter 1 soon.  Enjoy the read. 

    Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor dorms in a daze, Mason's spell wrapped around her mind, squeezing it tightly in its warm embrace and wiping all her memories of what happened in the library mere minutes ago replacing them with new ones that made her body ache.

     She glided slowly through the mostly empty corridors, feeling so light that at time she wasn't sure her feet were touching the ground. By the time she arrived back at the painting of the fat lady all memories of what had actually happened were gone. Hermione remembered only that she had gone into the session feeling uncharacteristically aroused and decided to tease the young Mason as a result. Unbuttoning her shirt enough to reveal her cleavage, raising her skirt high enough that her panties were in view. If he noticed he didn't say anything, but she got the distinct feeling that the flesh she had revealed to him had a profound effect on him.

When she entered the dorms Hermione found all girls were already in bed, darkness conquered the room, the only light source came from the effervescent moonlight that shone through the windows. She wondered briefly whether or not any of those sleeping girls knew Mason .... whether or not any of them had snuck away with him for a secret snogging session. Maybe more than one of them, she thought. Mason certainly seemed like the type of boy that would enjoy multiple women.

Hermione shook her head, an intense blush coming across her face. She couldn't believe such a lewd thought had crossed her mind; she had met this boy only two days ago and now she couldn't seem to get him out of her mind. She picked her way across the dark room to her bed, she glanced briefly at Ginny's bed which was right next to hers. The redhead appeared to be in a deep sleep. Her hands rose and she started stripping off her uniform, dropping the skirt, tie, and shirt into a neat little pile by the foot of her bed for the house elves to take the next morning.

For a few moments she stood there in her knickers enjoying how the cool night air made gooseflesh erupt across her body, then realized what she was doing would look quite insane to anyone if they woke up, so she kneeled by her trunk to pull out some pajamas. Sitting on top of her clothes was a beautiful black box tied with a scarlet ribbon.

An unknowable force drew her hands toward the ribbon. For a moment she hesitated, resisted may have been a better word, but a desperate desire to know what was within flowered in her chest and she undid the ribbon and pulled off the lid. Inside was a piece of parchment with only a single word written on it.

Hermione

Underneath the note was a piece of clothing, a night gown, but not like any night gown she had ever worn before. It was a bold red, with a black lacy pattern on every edge, it had a cut so low that one wrong move would certainly send one of her bountiful breasts tumbling to freedom, the fabric shimmered like water in the moonlight, she ran a finger over it: it was cool to the touch and impossibly soft.

It was beautiful, Hemione thought. Without any input on her part Hermione's hands lifted the nightgown out of the box and held it up to the light. It was semi transparent. Before she was able to give it another thought she slipped it on over her head. It fit perfectly, and felt divine on her body, everywhere it touched sent shivers through her. She hesitated ... resisted ... for a few moments, but undid her bra and stripped off her panties, dropping them into the clothes pile as well. She stood there for a few moments enjoying the feel of the fabric rubbing against her bare nipples and wet pussy then an overwhelming wave of exhaustion hit her. If she didn't get into bed this very minute he would pass out on the floor, she was sure of it.