Nightmares

Horny

Hermione woke the next morning feeling irritable, and stressed, remembering her agreement to go back to Malfoy Manor made her mood dark, and the lack of total satisfaction had made her even more grumpy. She hopped into the bath, deciding to try and take care of one problem, touching herself under the water, and trying desperately to relieve the feeling that something was lacking. 

After her third orgasm, she gave up, finishing her bath. Her sensitive nub was sore, and she still felt insatiable. She’d have to find some other way to try and relieve the tension mounting within her. 

She shuffled into the kitchen, and found herself breakfast, nibbling on toast as she wandered outside to watch Harry, Ron, and Ginny play Quidditch.

“Left, left!” Ginny called out to Harry, soaring around Ron, and throwing the ball over his head, to Harry, who swerved to catch it spectacularly. She smiled at the joy on their faces, feeling a sense of calm settle over her as she watched them enjoy the sunny morning.

“Care to join us, Hermione?” Harry called down to her, swooping low, so he could catch her answer.

“No, I don’t like flying. You know that.” She rebuffed, leaning back against a tree.

“Suit yourself.” he grinned and took off again, his Firebolt carrying him twice around the clearing before Ginny threw the ball to him once more. Hermione watched them for another moment, before turning to head back inside and read.

She barely got past a chapter when Ron found her, and sat down next to her, red-faced and sweaty from flying around so much. 

“Fun game?” Hermione asked, looking up from her book to offer him a smile. 

“Eh. Harry and Gin quit, to do god knows what in the woods.” Ron shrugged, and looked around surreptitiously. “I say we follow their lead.”

“You want to go hiking?” Hermione asked confused, leaning over to pluck a stray leaf from his hair.

“No, we don’t have to go out.” He beamed, his eyes holding a note of playfulness. “I liked what we did last night…” He whispered, his voice dropping low, and he looked at her through his lashes, daring her to be sinful. Hermione smiled back, making her own scout for Mrs. Weasley, before she nodded, and leapt to her feet, nearly dragging Ron behind her. Maybe after three useless orgasms, this was the perfect closure. She and Ron scurried as quietly as possible to his room, and cast charms on the door to keep the matriarch out, before they turned on each other, pulling clothes off, and kissing excitedly. 

“How long do you have until your meeting?” Ron asked, breaking away for a momentary breath. Hermione glanced at the clock, wondering when it would be a good time to go. Probably after noon, so that gave her a few hours. She pulled Ron to the bed, muttering a quick reply, and kissed him until she forgot where she was supposed to be going later.