The Untold Story of Hermione Granger

Chapter 2 - Quidditch Practice

Halloween had past and Hermione had finally become friends with Harry and Ron. It only took her getting attacked by a mountain troll and then taking the blame for it, but in her opinion it was worth it. They were all friends now.

Right before the Christmas holiday’s, each of them had busy schedules; they each had loads of school work to do, mostly from Professor Snape. On top of all of this, Harry had his Quidditch practices to attend. Although Ron and Hermione were not a part of the team, they both enjoyed watching Harry and their fellow Gryffindor’s flying on their broomsticks and gearing up to defeat the Slytherin house in the up and coming Quidditch match.

Outside, dark clouds threatened the afternoon sky. The air was crisp and every student could see their breath in the air. Ron and Hermione followed Harry and his teammates onto the Quidditch field. While the team remained on field, Ron led Hermione into the stands. Their discussion focused mostly on the increasingly demanding homework they had from their teachers.

“Ron, I’ve told you before,” exclaimed Hermione, “you can not copy my homework. You must do it yourself.”

“But I always get it wrong and you always correct it for me anyway,” Ron protested. “I don’t see why I can’t just copy it and be done with it.”

“Because you won’t learn anything, that’s why.”

“I don’t learn anything anyway.”

Sitting in the stands high up in the air, the two friends bickered at each other. The wind was whipping all around them, blowing fiercely in their faces. They were sitting close to each other and had brought a rather small blanket to wrap around the both of them.

“It’s bloody cold up here,” piped Ron. “Why is it we’re out here again?”

“To support Harry, you know that.” Hermione rubbed her arms up and down trying to keep warm. “Besides, you could have brought a bigger blanket, you know.”

“It’s all I had, sorry,” Ron defended. Hermione inwardly smiled at being so close to Ron.

Together they watched their fellow Gryffindors flying in strategic formation around the Quidditch pitch. They cheered for Harry when he caught the Golden Snitch. Harry waved hello to his friends as he passed over their heads. Oliver Wood, the captain, was teaching the group a new play today and called Harry back over to the team to try it again.

While they were continuing to watch the practice, Hermione shifted in her seat.

“Will you stop fidgeting? You’re making the blanket fall off,” complained Ron.

“Sorry.” Hermione sat still and simply crossed her legs. When she crossed them, her robe fell open and her leg was exposed to the cold. Having been sitting for a while her skirt had hiked up her leg quite a bit.

“Are you cold, Hermione?” Ron asked, looking at her leg which was now covered with goose bumps.

“What do you think, Ron?” Hermione snapped, pulling her robe back over her exposed leg.

Ron moved even closer to Hermione. “I can help that, you know.”

And without another word, Ron removed the robe Hermione had just placed over her leg and began to run his hand up and down her bare leg. As he touched her leg, his hand brushed up along her thigh, grazing the edge of her panties.

Hermione inhaled sharply. “Ron!”

“Please don’t tell me to stop, Hermione,” Ron said, kissing her neck line. “I don’t think I can.”

“I’m not that type of girl, Ron.” Her protests were weak.

Looking into her eyes, Ron pulled something out of his pocket. It was the pair of panties she had left in the library a few weeks ago.

“Where did you get those!” she cried.

“I think you know exactly where I found them,” he countered. “I know you’re more than just a brainy girl with frizzy hair. You have a fire in you, Hermione. Let me see that fire.”

Hermione’s head was spinning. I sudden flash of thought entered her mind: the choker. She wondered if she still even carried it with her. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a black choker. She didn’t know why she had even thought of it, but before she knew it, it was around her neck.

“You are incredibly beautiful, Hermione,” Ron whispered in her ear, touching her soft hair.

Without warning, a sensation as warm as fire spread throughout her entire body. She had never felt more alive. Suddenly, Hermione wasn’t shy anymore. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it.

“Oh, Ron,” gasped Hermione as she pulled him in for their first kiss. At first their lips simply touched, but slowly they began to move. Their mouths opened, and as their tongues danced together, Ron continued to rub her leg, daring to go a little further with each pass.

Helping him get to where he wanted to go, Hermione spread her legs farther apart. He boldly traveled to the sensitive area between her legs, purposely avoiding the one area she so desperately needed touched. Grabbing his hand, she pulled his fingers directly onto her panties and began to move them for him.

While he continued pleasuring her, she could feel her breasts ached and her core burned with a passionate fire. She broke the kiss, slid off her robe and unbuttoned her blouse. Unsnapping her bra, her breasts sprang free and because of the weather, the nipple instantly hardened.

Ron leaned his head down and began to suck on each of her stiffened tits, coating them completely with his saliva. Hermione’s head fell backwards as Ron’s tongue continued to give her chest pleasure. Although immensely enjoying Ron’s attentions on her, she was interested in pleasing Ron. She reached down to Ron’s pants, slipped her hand inside, and began to rub his eleven year-old cock.

“Mmm,” Hermione cooed, “I can’t wait to feel how big you are when you’re all grown up.”

Ron snapped his head to look at her, but when he saw her smile he took it as a compliment and continued what he was doing.

“Ron, I need you in me now.”

Ron didn’t have to protest. He helped her adjust the blanket so that it was lying across the bleacher. Hermione lied down and lifted her legs to him. She slid her panties down her legs and spread her legs wide open. She bent her legs and Ron was able to see Hermione’s dripping wet, virgin pussy.

“Please, Ron,” cried Hermione, “I need this. I need you.”

Ron quickly removed his pants and underwear, climbed over top of Hermione and kissed her. He positioned his throbbing dick at her entrance.

“Please.”

That was all Ron needed before he thrust into her. Hermione screamed in pain. Ron was groaning, too. Both eleven year-olds held on to each other, waiting for the pain to subside.

Ron looked at Hermione. She nodded and he began to slowly pull out of her. After a few thrusts, the two of them kept up a steady rhythm. Hermione’s head was filled with pleasure at the thought of losing her virginity to Ron. She was euphoric at thinking about Ron’s cock filling her tiny little cunt. The hypnotic pulsations of his thrusts excited her even more.

It wasn’t long before Hermione’s nailed on Ron’s back told him she was ready. A few final thrusts and Hermione began groaning Ron’s name, her orgasm erupting inside of her like a little explosion. A moment later, Ron emptied himself into her, moaning Hermione’s name into her neck.

The two friends stayed close to each other for what felt like days. Ron began to kiss every inch of Hermione’s face and neck.

“That was amazing, Hermione,” exclaimed a breathless Ron.

“Yeah, it was.” Hermione motioned to sit up and Ron moved to let her. “We should, um, clean up. Harry’s probably waiting.” Sure enough the Quidditch practice was over and the seven players were walking out of the locker rooms.

“Oh, by the way, here are your knickers,” Ron said, blushing as he held out her old pair and her new pair.

“You can keep them.” Hermione smiled as Ron’s jaw slightly dropped. “Let’s get going.”

Quickly straightening their clothes and gathering their things and made their way to join Harry on the field. On their way down, Ron said, “All of this is just between you and I, right?”

“Of course Ron. And whatever you do, please don’t tell Harry.”

“I won’t.”

They continued to walk towards a waiting Harry.

Hermione stopped Ron before they got much further. “Are things going to be weird between us, Ron?”

“Not if you don’t want them to be.” Ron looked a little scared.

“No, I don’t want them to be. Let’s keep on being friends.”

“Right, friends.”

Hermione was worried, though. The fire was gone and without that to mess with her mind she began to think about her actions. Reaching around her throat, she removed the choker and tucked it back into her pocket. She glanced at Ron. He smiled at her and she relaxed. “Things will work out,” she reassured herself.

Together, the two friends met up with Harry. All three headed back towards the school.

“What took you guys so long up there?” asked Harry.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Uhh….” stuttered Hermione.

Ron cut her off. “Hermione was telling me that I could copy her potions homework.”

“I did not, Ronald!” protested Hermione, and the three friends continued on into the warm school.