Sex Ed

As Hermione sidled into her fourth period lesson of Ancient Runes with the Ravenclaws, she was dreading her detention this evening with Snape. She still wasn’t sure if he knew what had made the potion explode or if he was just punishing her for disrupting his class. In either case, she assured herself, her punishment was likely to be the same. He would probably make her scrub old cauldrons or pickle eel’s eyes…

She fallowed the other students into the classroom and sat at the back. She usually positioned herself at the front of her classes (all the better to show off her smarts) but, with the disastrous events of yesterday’s potions lesson and her forthcoming detention, she had, so far, gone through the entire day with out being able to concentrate on any subject. Hermione knew that this lesson would be no different and didn’t want the teacher to notice her staring off into space.

She just couldn’t help it, the events of yesterday kept replaying over and over in her mind, like a record stuck in a loop. She kept remembering Harry masturbating under the table next to her, his cum landing on her leg, and the taste of it…

Then she recalled something else, it was odd that she would think of it now… He had been screwing up his potion really bad before he had started jacking off, but afterward he was more concentrated on his potion than she had ever seen him be! Could masturbating be just the thing she needed to clear her head? But she couldn’t do it here, surely she would get caught…

But then she remembered that she had been the only one to notice that Harry was going at it under the desk, and that was only because she had been sitting right next to him. There was nobody sitting even remotely close to her in this class, she had never fit in with them, mostly because she was so much better at the subject than they were. Ravenclaws never could like a person who was better than them at studying.

She thought that she could get away with it, but she had never touched herself there before. Sure, she had read much literature on the subject, but she had always been a bit shy with anything sexual, even when she was by herself. She needed to get off now though, if she didn’t she was sure she would go through the rest of the day with this total lack of interest in her classes. Well… now or never.

Hermione folded her skirt up so it was out of her way and slipped a hand down to her nether regions, she was a little nervous, not least because she was doing this in a classroom full of students but she slowly began to rub herself trough the pink fabric of her panties. She knew that people often used fantasies or past experiences to make themselves aroused so Hermione thought back to yesterday and brought up the memories of Harry beating himself off under the table, she remembered the look on his face as he came, the feel of his warm cum as it splattered her thigh, the flavor of the creamy liquid…

She suddenly noticed that her panties were starting to get wet as she rubbed herself trough them. She knew that this was supposed to happen but she still wasn’t prepared for the real thing. She continued to fantasize about Harry and soon she could see him in her mind’s eye, he was sitting in a cushy armchair, much like the ones in the Griffindor common room, and he was masturbating while she sat opposite him, doing the same.

This fantasy proved very effective as she was now starting to really enjoy herself. However she was somewhat disappointed at having to do this through a layer of fabric, it would have to go she decided. She shifted in her chair to allow herself better access and hooked her fingers around the fringe of her panties. She slid them down her legs and let them collect in a heap around her ankles. After quickly stuffing them in her bag, Hermione moved her fingers back o her snatch and began to rub her clit without the fabric to impede her pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. And without meaning to she arched her back and let out a soft moan.

“Yes miss Granger, do you have something to add?” the Professor said, pulling her out of her fantasy with a jolt.

“No Professor.” She responded, quickly pulling her hand back from under the desk so they wouldn’t notice.

“Then we will continue.”

And continue she did, as soon as everyone had their heads back toward the front of the class and were reasonably distracted, Hermione slipped her hand back below the desk and went back to massaging her clit with increased need. She could feel her orgasm coming closer and wanted it to be a big one. Careful not to make a sound, Hermione moved her other hand down to her pussy which was now dripping with pleasure. She moved back and forth across her opening with her fingers, exploring the new territory. Slowly sliding one finger inside, she had to bite her lip to silence a moan of pleasure. This was too much for her and the feel of something in her passage for the first time immediately sent her over the edge. She shuddered as a wave of liquid gushed onto her already soaking hands.
She shook in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As she came back down from her first ever orgasm, she felt like a puddle of disconnected nerve endings. After she gained control of her limbs again and checked that no one was watching, Hermione removed her hands from their respective places and brought them up before her. They were dripping with her own juices and as she took a tentative lick of her fingers, she had to hold back a moan. It didn’t taste the same as Harry’s had, it was sweet instead of salty and although it tasted excellent and she quickly licked her fingers clean, she knew which one she preferred. She reached down and pulled back up her panties. She slid them over her soaking pussy and knew that when break came she would have to run and get a new pair as they were now soaked through.

She found that afterward she was much more attentive and resolved to do this every day during her morning shower.

After the class ended and she filed out of the room with the rest of the class, she remembered that she had a detention with Snape later that night. She thought briefly about her exploding potion and decided that there was no way that he could have known that it was cum that had set off the potion, it could have been any number of things that set it off. And plus, she had seen numerous potion explosions at Hogwarts and was sure that he wouldn’t look too deeply into this particular one.

How very wrong she was…

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This will continue as a tale of sexual exploration, the next chapter will feature Snape. Ron may or may not be involved in future chapters. (I like him better with Ginny, I’m just a sucker for incest.)