The Untold Story of Hermione Granger

All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot line follows the original as best as possible, but the rest belongs to me. Do not borrow without asking, please. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Studying In the Library

Hermione Granger always knew she was special. For ten years she lived just outside of London with her parents. She was the top student in her fifth grade class, but because of her studies she had very few friends. On the morning of her 11th birthday, Hermione received a letter that would forever change her life.

It was an invitation for her to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The summer before her departure, Hermione studied and learned everything she could about magic and witchcraft. She gathered her school robes, books, ingredients, and everything else she could think of; boarded the Hogwarts Express; and left her normal life behind.

Now, I know you’ve heard all of this before. We all know about the wonderful trio who went through more battles and victories than even the most legendary war heroes of history. But my story isn’t about those battles. It’s about Hermione Granger, the shy, stubborn, frizzy-haired, Muggle-born girl who impressed everyone with more than just her intelligence.

This is where my story really begins…

Platform 9¾ was crowded with a large swarm of children and parents kissing and hugging each other good-bye as the Hogwarts Express gradually filled with the cloaked bodies of new and returning students. A whistle sounded and Hermione knew that this was the last moment that she would see her parents until Christmas break.

“Good-bye dad, good-bye mum,” cried Hermione, as her parents pulled her small form into a hug.

Giving them one finale squeeze, Hermione climbed onto the train and watched as her parents disappeared from sight. Upon glancing away from the window, she noticed that she was the only witch left in the aisle. Sighing, she began to walk down the car in search of a place to sit.

“Hey, dude, let’s go catch the snack lady.”

“I think she’s up in the front cabin.”

“Hurry, I want a chocolate frog.”

“I want a cauldron cake.”

Hermione turned around just in time to see a small group of boys and girls running down the hall right towards her. In a flash, Hermione was pressed up against the wall after someone had knocked her out of the way; and before she knew it, the group went through the door to the next car.

“Bastards,” Hermione cursed, rubbing her arm where she was shoved. She straightened her robes, but before she could take a single step, a flash of something shiny caught her eye. Picking up the object she realized that it was a satin choker. She turned it over in her hand and noticed that the clasp was broken. With a flick of her wand, she repaired it and placed her wand and the choker in her pocket. Thinking that one of the girls who had run by had dropped it, she opened the door to the next car, but found no one in the aisle except for a young boy who was on his hands and knees apparently looking for something small.

“Have you lost something?” asked Hermione, wondering if it was this boy who was missing a necklace. Something told her that he wasn’t.

“I’m looking for my toad,” said the boy standing up. “I’ve lost him again. His name is Trevor.”

“I’m Hermione Granger, what’s your name?”

The boy looked frightened for a moment, but relaxed a bit when he saw her smile. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Pleasure.” The two first-years went off in search of Trevor. Glancing through the glass of a cabin, Hermione noticed two young boys surrounded by cakes and candies. One of them was a dark haired boy with round glasses held together with a bit of tape. The second was a tall redhead with freckles. She felt a small tickle in her belly when she saw him. “Did you look inside this compartment, Neville?” Hermione asked. The timid, round-faced boy nodded. “Well it never hurts to look again.”

Hermione knew she was just making an excuse to talk to this boy. She opened the door and entered the lives of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

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A month had past. Halloween was a few weeks away. Harry Potter was famous, Ron Weasley was his best friend, and Hermione Granger was, well… no one really knew what she had to do with everything yet. Hermione’s ‘belly tickle’ whenever she saw Ron turned into a crush. She had never had one before; she was always too busy studying to notice boys, but Ron was different. She tried to talk to him, but he ignored her. She tried to impress him with her knowledge of magic, but he wasn’t interested. In fact he was a bit annoyed with her.

Throughout the weeks at Hogwarts, Hermione took comfort in the library studying her spell books, reading the history of magic, and perfecting her homework. She chose a table which was off to the side of the library behind a bookcase. She enjoyed working here because it was secluded from the rest of the student tables.

Her books were all laid open with papers spread around. Writing furiously, the point on her pencil broke. Hermione silently cursed. She began searching her robe, hoping that she had brought a spare. She didn’t feel like walking across the room to get it sharpened and she didn’t know the spell to do it herself. The only thing she found in her robes was a few pieces of tissue and the silk choker she found on the Hogwarts Express weeks ago.

Pulling out the jewelry, she examined it more closely. It was a beautifully crafted item. The black silk was nearly an inch wide and embroidered with delicate flowers. An Ankh, the symbol of life and femininity, was stitched into the center of the design. It was a beautiful item. Hermione had never located its previous owner. Although she wasn’t one for jewelry, Hermione still thought it was unique and slipped around her throat.

In one moment Hermione was studying quietly in the library. In the next moment she could feel a rush of warmth run from her head through her fingers and toes before causing her insides to melt. It was a feeling she had never felt before in her eleven years of life. It felt a bit like the tingling sensation she got whenever she was around Ron, but this was stronger, much stronger. The feeling increased when she could feel it between her legs.

The impact of the warmth caressing her inner core caused her to gasp. She placed her hands upon the table in front of her, unsure whether or not the feeling would pass. She began to breathe heavily as the feeling intensified. Pushing herself up, she walked around the table, but the feeling didn’t go away. Sitting back down, she brushed her hair back and noticed that she was glistening with sweat.

“What is happening to me?” Hermione asked to no one in particular. Her hands began to roam all over her hair, making it even messier than usual. She stuck one finger in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Her other hand traveled the length of her body down to her thighs which were know spread apart. She gasped again when her roaming hand reached her crotch. Slipping her hand under her skirt, she applied pressure to her virgin rose.

She wanted to stop. She couldn’t go through with it. Even though she knew about sex, she had never touched herself before. She was only 11 years old! And she was in the middle of the school’s library where anyone could walk by at anytime. Her heart was racing, but she couldn’t stop.

While one hand was rubbing her crotch, the other unbuttoned her blouse and began to fondle her budding breast. She barely filled an A cup, but her nipples were sensitive and still developing. She unsnapped her bra and let her entire chest be exposed to the library air.

But still the warmth was intense. It was overwhelming her to the brink of insanity. She knew what she had to do, despite the fact that she had never done it before.

Reaching back down to the center of her passion, she felt a sticky wetness coating her panties. Wanting to separate everything from her heated pussy, she removed her panties and dropped them on the floor. Leaning back she spread her legs open and slowly massaged her virgin cunt. The warmth was intensely building and as much as she wanted to fire to die down, she wanted more of it, and wanting more is what she got.

After coating her fingers with her juices, Hermione became a little more daring and slipped a finger inside. She had never felt such sensations in her entire life. Her head was swarming and as if by instinct, she somehow knew what she was doing. She began to bring her finger back out and push it back in with a steadied rhythm. Wanting more, she scooted the chair back and placed a foot on the table edge, giving her the ability to spread her pussy open even more and slip a second finger in. Increasing the pulsation of her hand pumping her fingers in and out of her wet cunt, she softly whimpered. She strengthened her thrusts. Her hips were gyrating. Her brow was sweating. She could feel the inner warmth intensifying. Her breath was quick as she drove her fingers deep inside of her pussy. With a final thrust she exploded into a euphoria she had never felt before.

It would be minutes later before Hermione’s mind was her own again. Blinking a few times, she slowly recalled her actions from moments before. Feeling a bit embarrassed at the thought of being caught, Hermione buttoned up her blouse, gathered her books, and left the library. She headed into the first bathroom she could find. Setting her things down, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw how disheveled her hair and robes were. She splashed some water on her face and stared at her reflection.

“What in bloody hell is wrong with me?” But she didn’t know the answer.

Noticing the choker around her neck, she examined how it looked on her. The Ankh sat right on her throat. She thought it actually made her look rather sexy. She scooped her hair back and tilted her head to see more of it. She was entranced with the way it looked on her neck. Even though the fire inside of her had died down, she felt different somehow with this necklace on.

Sighing, she lowered her hair and removed the jewelry, tucking it back in her pocket. Without a second glance at herself, she gathered her things and headed to her bedroom.

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A lone figure walked out from behind a book case. His eyes were wide as his memory was reliving the scene he had just witnessed. Smarty-pants Hermione Granger had just masturbated in the school’s library right in front of his eyes. Although she was secluded, she was by no means the only one in the room. He couldn’t even remember why his was in the library in the first place. Next thing he knew he was following the faint gasps which led him right to her. He couldn’t see much since he was behind her, but hearing her groans, and seeing her leg up on the table told him everything he needed to know.

He stayed right were he was, watching her bring pleasure to herself. Feeling a strain in his groin, he released his penis and stroked it. He held off his release until she came. She looked so beautiful with her hair a mess and with sweat along her brow. He watched her gather her things and leave the library in a hurry. Looking back at the table, he walked over to it, his mind reeling with what he had just seen.

Glancing down he noticed something left on the ground. He picked it up and realized it was her panties. She had left them behind! Before he knew what he was doing, he brought the garment up to his face and inhaled the lingering aroma of Hermione’s sweet juices. Feeling like he hit the jackpot, he stuffed the panties in his pocket, hoping that one day he will get to do more with Hermione Granger.