A Scrap of Honour

Hermione desperately hoped that Harry wasn’t wondering why their pace had slowed so much. She just couldn’t make herself walk any faster. Everything was overwhelming her at that moment. The moist squishing of her pussy lips, her skirt brushing against her thighs with every step, the cool air sweeping past her bare cunt...

Walking any faster than they were would surely have her coming on the floor before they even reached the Tower. As it was, it was all she could do to not excuse herself to a restroom and have it off. She would be far too concerned that Harry would hear her or worse, notice how long she was taking and come see if she was alright. It would be mortifying.

But if that would be so mortifying, why was she half-considering jumping Harry right there in the hall?

‘It’s hormones, Hermione. Don’t think about it,’ she told herself firmly.

“What was that?” Harry asked from her right. She jumped. Had she said that out loud? There was no way. Her brain-to-mouth filter was better than that. Wasn’t it?

“Yes Granger, what was that?” She jumped a second time at a voice a few feet behind the pair. She didn’t need to look to recognize the man.

“What do you want Malfoy?” Harry asked, annoyed.

“Oh, I think Granger knows perfectly well what I want. Let’s ask her, shall we?” he leered. Hermione was reminded of just minutes ago, when he had been staring at her cunt with the same intensity.

“Piss off,” Harry said, putting a protective arm around Hermione, “She’s ill, can’t you just bugger off for a bit? I’m taking her to lie down.”

Hermione felt her cunt squeeze. Malfoy knew she wasn’t ill. And he knew why Harry thought she was ill. Oh bloody hell.

On the other hand...

As much as she wanted to run to the Tower, far away from this awkward confrontation, she also wanted to stay. Possibly, maybe and perhaps, something could come from this. Something ultimately resulting in an orgasm for her.

“Why don’t why ask her what she wants to do?” Malfoy answered, licking his lips. She happened to glance down at his crotch, and swallowed hard. It was difficult to see through the folds of his robes, but there was a definite outline of an erection. He was still hard for her. Ten minutes had passed since their tryst in class and he was still hard. For her.

Maybe she should stay?

But... no. She could never do that.

Maybe she could?

She couldn’t believe herself. She couldn’t believe she was taking a risk like this. She was Hermione. She simply didn’t do things like this. Lavender? Perhaps. But not Hermione Granger.

Her pussy disagreed as it clenched.

Hermione was all about living to the fullest. She wanted to have stories to tell at the end of her life. She was always loath to give up a good adventure. She knew people liked to see her as a boring girl with her head constantly in a book, but she was friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Surely, she must have an irrational and impulsive side. She didn’t like having regrets.

And she knew she’d regret it if she walked away now.

But what would Harry think if she were to leave with Malfoy? Never mind the violations of her own moral code, Harry would know about it. Sure, he wouldn’t know what they had done, but he would know that there had been a moment where she had chosen Malfoy over him.

She could lie...

But could she lie to her best friend? About something so big?

Her eyes followed Malfoy’s hand as it left the strap of his bag and crossed his body to scratch his arm. On it’s way, it happened to brush against his erection and, deliberately or not, caused Hermione to bite her lip to keep a moan in.

Yes, she decided on a whim, she could lie to her best friend.

She turned to Harry. “Sorry Harry, I did promise Malfoy I’d look over his essay. We were going to do it later but since he’s here now...” She gave herself a figurative pat on the back for sounding so coherent in her current state. And, throwing her last ounce of caution to the wind, took a step closer to Malfoy.

The blonde seemed shocked but utterly pleased with her decision. He regained his facade within seconds and stood next to her, a hand on the small of her back. This was almost worse than when Harry had done it moments ago because she knew what was coming. She knew he was being much more purposeful about his motions, every movement designed to further arouse her. Not that she was complaining.

“But Granger, darling,” she looked up for a second, shocked by his endearment. “I think Potter’s essay could use a look as well, don’t you?”

Hermione nearly swallowed her tongue. “What?!”

“Come on Potter, let’s go,” he said, guiding a shell-shocked Hermione to a nearby empty classroom. She glanced behind her, not knowing what to do. Harry caught her eyes and frowned in confusion.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” he asked, taking the words straight from Hermione’s mouth.

The Slytherin closed the door behind them. In place of a verbal answer, he slowly turned Hermione toward him and grasped her chin. They were standing extremely close and Hermione would have shoved him away if her thighs hadn’t been soaked with the evidence of her current irrationality.

She could feel his hot breath on her lips and remembered that he had brought her off with little more than looks and written words. Her knees buckled as he brought their faces closer together, only centimetres separating them. His tongue darted out and flicked her top lip.

Her inexperience was playing against her as Hermione went weak at such intimacy. She was too turned on to do much else than release a pathetically wanton moan.

“Hermione!”

Hermione had forgotten Harry was there in the past seconds and tried to whip around. Malfoy held her in place however, so she couldn’t see his face. She didn’t struggle against his grasp as she found that she didn’t really want to see Harry. She was sure he would be revolted that she was even letting Malfoy touch her.

What had Malfoy been thinking, inviting Harry? Was he trying to humiliate her further? Hadn’t he gotten enough of that in class?

Apparently he hadn’t, “Tell Saint Potter what you were doing in Potions today.”

Oh sweet Merlin.

Malfoy turned her to face Harry, holding her tight against his chest, but she couldn’t look her friend
in the eye. Instead, she settled for a spot to the lower left and promptly decided it was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen.

“Go on, tell him,” he said, “Or shall I?” He was snaking a hand down her flat tummy, towards her burning core. She almost arched in to his hand in an attempt to bring him closer to her bare pussy, but caught herself. She wouldn’t do that in front of Harry. She couldn’t.

She didn’t want Malfoy to let her secret out, but sadly, her body was in charge now. Her logical mind had left her some time ago and had yet to fully return. Malfoy’s subtle manipulations of her body were arousing. The fact that he was doing it in full view of her best friend, whom she also wanted, was simply too much.

“Well Potter, it seems your bookworm can’t even articulate her actions.” His hand brushed very lightly over her skirt covered mound and Hermione’s entire core tensed visibly.

“Hermione,” Harry asked, “What the bloody hell is he talking about? What’s wrong? What’s he doing to you?” Hermione saw his eyes glance quickly down to where Malfoy’s hand was now playing with the hem of her skirt and then saw a blush flood his cheeks.

Ridiculous as it may seem, Hermione felt empowered. It was clear that Harry was thinking of her in a sexual way and she liked it. She could tell he was trying to keep his eyes off of Malfoy’s toying hand.

“I’m not doing anything that she hasn’t done to herself,” Malfoy answered. “In fact, your precious little virgin was having a bit of fun with herself in Potions just now,” he kissed her neck wetly and moved his hand to cup her pussy underneath her skirt. Hermione couldn’t control her reaction, she gasped as she arched back in to him, throwing her head into his shoulder, and bringing her arm up to grip the back of his neck.

“Hermione!” Harry cried again, from in front of her. She couldn’t bring herself to be too concerned with him, though, as Malfoy easily slipped his finger between her soaking cunt lips. She was still drenched and swollen from earlier, and the constant stimulation since her orgasm had left her on the brink. Hopefully she would finally be allowed to fall.

“Tell him, Granger. Tell him that you just got yourself off in class for me. That you touched yourself, rubbed yourself against the wooden bench until you were so wet that you couldn’t hold on any longer. That you came all over the bench like a little slut, all for me.” He circled his finger lightly around her clit until she was literally grinding her body back against his, looking for stimulation that was just evading her.

“Tell him.”

“Yes,” she breathed, wanting nothing more than his fingers on her clit, or inside her.

“Yes what?” he prompted, evilly.

“I touched myself,” she managed to get out between moans as he finally gave in and circled two fingers over her sensitive bud. She was so close.

“And who did you think of?” Malfoy asked, his fingers moving faster and faster over her clit, effectively removing any reservations she may have retained.

“You,” she gasped, bucking under his touch.

“Who?” He rubbed harder.

“Both of ... you,” she squealed as she came, shaking and moaning.

Both men stilled as they heard her confession. It was clear that neither had been expecting that. Hermione couldn’t stop the wave of her orgasm, and, had she the presence of mind, she would have been self-conscious of her moaning and writhing. As it was, she was way too far gone to even be aware that she was the only one in the room making any sound.

As her movements and gasps died down, the post-orgasmic wave of guilt hit her. It was dulled slightly by the fact that Malfoy’s hand was still moving on her now extra-sensitive skin, but it was there.

“Harry?” she asked softly, terrified of his response.

There was a pause that seemed to last forever. “You thought of me?” he asked, voice hoarse and deliciously gravely.

“The – ” she started. “Yeah...” She had been about to say, ‘The first time’ but then re-evaluated and decided that it was probably better that he thought she had only done it once.

“Do you want her, Potter?” she heard Malfoy asked from behind her, and she suddenly became aware that his rather large erection was pressed snugly between her arse cheeks. At some point during her orgasm, her skirt had ridden up in the back, and she could clearly feel his cock through his thin pants.

Her heart raced at the intimate feeling as she glanced back at Harry. He wasn’t wearing robes and it was very evident that he was in a right state himself. If the outline of his hard cock through his trousers was anything to go by. She swallowed hard.

It was clear that, while she had already come, the men in the room were just starting. Their minds weren’t with them.

“Yes,” Harry said, answering a question she had already forgotten. He advanced on her slowly as Malfoy leisurely continued to rub her cunt. When he stood in front of her, he looked at her searchingly. Hermione wasn’t quite sure what he was searching for, perhaps consent? Although she thought her orgasm had made her feelings on the matter fairly clear.

Whatever it was he was looking for, he obviously found it, as he cupped her cheek and drew her in for a slow kiss. Instincts propelled her forward, into his arms, but she brought Malfoy with her. He was, after all, somewhat wrapped around her.

She ended up sandwiched between the two men of her fantasies, both rock hard and pressed against her in the most intimate ways. Malfoy’s fingers had further slowed on her clit and he now had three fingers rubbing up and down her entire cunt, spreading juices and generally sending tingles through her body.

Harry’s lips opened beneath hers and their tongues slid together wetly.

As much as Hermione hated the thought, this was her first legitimate kiss. She had pecked a few boys in the past, but this was sexually charged and leading somewhere. And this was Harry and Malfoy. This was, in a word, brilliant.

It didn’t feel as strange as she would have guessed and she felt herself start to get lost in the kiss. She felt wet and dirty. Malfoy had reattached himself to her neck and the feeling of two mouths on her, and two cocks pressed against her nearly made her come again.

Malfoy pulled her hips back to grind on and she immediately balanced her weight by pressing her tits firmly in to Harry’s chest and deepening their kiss. She could feel the hard muscles beneath her chest, and rubbed against them sensually. Harry smelled clean and masculine. That, coupled with the tangy odour of her recent orgasm, created quite the assault on her senses.

Harry’s fingers came up to her oxford shirt and fumbled with the top button. Her breasts were heaving against his chest and it seemed the boy wanted to undo her shirt without losing contact with her. She was unsure of how he would go about it, but very willing to let him have a go.

Somehow, miraculously, he unbuttoned several of the top buttons, enough to bare her bra. He broke the kiss and gasped, trying to catch his breath.

“Mione,” he said, unable to keep his eyes off her breasts, “Are you okay with this?”

She pecked him a kiss in answer and he immediately bent down slightly to focus on her breasts. Harry pulled her cups down, pushing her tits above the cup and suckled on her left nipple. A knot of tension coiled in her stomach and somehow extended down to her core, where she felt a shot of heat and even more wetness. She was sure Malfoy would feel it as well.

Indeed, as her pussy contracted, Malfoy dipped a long middle finger to her hole. She wanted it. Her body had been craving his fingers back inside of her since they had last been there in Potions, and welcomed them warmly. She felt her walls grip him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“Bloody hell Granger,” Malfoy groaned as he withdrew his finger slightly, only to add another. “You’re fucking soaked.”

As if to prove his point, her cunt made a wet slurping sound as it accepted the two fingers.

“Shit,” Harry said, pulling away from her abused nipple and dropping to the floor in front of her. “I can’t take this. Mione, can I please...” he trailed off and gestured desperately to her barely hidden cunt. Had Malfoy’s hand not been on her, Harry would have had a lovely upskirt view of her pulsating and lubricated pussy.

Hermione could do nothing but whimper and nod her head nervously. She wanted this so badly that it frightened her. Could feelings like this be healthy? Did she really care?

Harry didn’t even bother removing her skirt, he just waited as Malfoy removed his fingers, nudged her legs apart with his hands, and raised himself under her skirt. She was hyper sensitive before he even had the chance to touch her with his mouth. All her attention was focussed on the very small part of her body that he was advancing on. And she could tell he was teasing her. She could feel his hot breath on her slit, his fingers slowly pulled her lips apart and then paused. She knew he was staring at he opening. It was unnerving but perversely pleasurable. She felt her hole tighten in response and then heard him breath in, loud and long.

She had to lean against Malfoy with most of her weight, as she went light headed. Harry was smelling her. Harry was beneath her skirt, spreading her cunt lips, and smelling her.

Hermione was amazed by how long she had been held at the precipice and desperately hoped she wouldn’t come as soon as Harry laid lips on her. Which had damn well better be soon.

To her confusion, she felt him release her outer lips, allowing her pussy to remain relatively hidden. What was he doing?

Her question went out the window as she felt his tongue glide lightly from the back of her slit, all the way to the top. He didn’t attempt to penetrate her outer lips, just put enough pressure to make her grasp at Malfoy’s arms in support and suck in a lungful of air.

The blonde had abandoned his other roles in the play to hold her up. He would occasionally kiss, lick, bite or suckle the side of her neck. He added another to that list, as he leaned to her ear.

“What’s Potter doing to your pretty little pussy, under that skirt?” his voice was soft and gravely.

As he asked, Harry’s tongue had finally dipped in to her cunt. He was slowly lapping at her entire cunt, flexing his tongue widely to reach every crevice. He was focussing mainly on her hole but would, every few licks, extend up to her clit. With each of those licks, her hips would buck.

“He’s licking me,” she gasped.

“How does it feel?”

“Fuck,” she groaned and bucked as he passed over her clit. “Soft and warm and wet. So wet.”

“How badly do you want to come? Is your clit pulsing? Are you dripping on your best friend’s face yet?”

Harry moaned at the words, without pausing in his activities. He seemed, then and there, to make it his goal to have her drip on his face, as he redoubled his efforts. He employed his left hand, sliding two fingers in to the already relatively stretched, and undoubtedly lubricated hole. This done, his mouth was gloriously free to focus on her clit. He sucked the nub inside his mouth and suckled for all he was worth, occasionally letting it free, to bat it around with his tongue.

Hermione couldn’t believe the slippery heat of his mouth, as her clit was suck and tongued mercilessly. Why did people even bother getting out of bed?

“Yes, Harry... yes!” She shouted, barely supporting herself anymore. One of Malfoy’s arms was around her hips, keeping them still for Harry, and also allowing him to continue grinding his own erect cock against her bum.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she was rotating her hips in time with his fingers’ thrusts, straining against the hold Malfoy had on her from behind.

“I bet Potter loves his little bookworm’s cum all over his face. Listen. Can you hear your juices?” She could. They squished every time Harry thrust his fingers in to her, creating a delicious symphony of wetness, moans and breathing. She wanted to cum.

“Potter, stop,” she heard Malfoy instruct suddenly and she felt Harry pull away

“What?!” she half moaned, and yelled. She had been so... close...

“You don’t think you get all the fun, do you?” Malfoy asked. “We can’t have you coming twice before either of us gets a chance,” he was teasing her, but she didn’t care.

She instantly decided that Malfoy was going to be useless, in giving her what she wanted. And what she wanted was to come. She turned to Harry, who was still kneeling on the floor in front of her, watching them for a clue as to what to do next.

Hermione took that decision away from him, as she knelt down as well. Harry had a slightly awkward look about him, as if he believed she would suddenly change her mind about all this and accuse him of rape. She would do no such thing.

“Harry,” she said, leaning close and stroking down his firm, rippled chest. “I want this. I’m thinking clearly and I really, really want this.” She leaned closer still, and kissed him with tentative lips.

That seemed the correct thing to say, as he fully accepted her again. His fingers came up once more to remove her shirt all together, followed quickly by her bra. Having her breasts completely unrestrained seemed to have been Harry’s main goal, and he occupied himself with them. Gently massaging, tugging, flicking at her nipples, sucking, nibbling. She would never understand men and breasts... but she would appreciate the resulting attention.

She vaguely wondered where Malfoy was, and if he was upset with her for turning to Harry, when she felt something bump her chin. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact and turned towards it.

Hermione was faced, quite directly, with her first cock. She had never seen one in real life, just pictures from Lavender’s magazines. But if those were anything to go by, Malfoy’s was beautiful. If you could call a cock ‘beautiful’. It was a rosy pink, in contrast with his pale body, and was nestled in a very light bright thatch of well groomed pubic hair.

She turned slightly, careful not to jostle Harry away from her breasts, and grasped it firmly. She had read up on the proper handling of such an organ, and felt mildly confident. Just to be sure, however, as she stroked Malfoy’s cock, slowing moving her hands up and down his length, he watched his face. He watched he right back, his nostrils flaring at every pass she made over the head. That was clearly his most sensitive area.

Curiously, she leaned forward and licked the mushroomed head of his erection. She made sure not to pass over the bead of liquid that had formed at the slit, because she wasn’t feeling quite that adventurous yet.

Malfoy’s reaction came as a pleasant surprise. He sucked in a breath, dropped his head back to the ceiling, and his abdominals twitched. He had obviously held back a thrust for her benefit.

Hermione, meanwhile, had quite liked the clean yet salty taste of his organ. She liked the way there was only a very slight give of the skin under her tongue. She liked the fact that she had just licked a cock.

Without a thought for the pre-cum, she took the entire head in to her mouth and suckled. She dug her tongue in to his slit, lapping up the semen and surprisingly, enjoying the taste. She had thought she would, at best, be neutral to it, after reading all the magazines.

“Fuck, Granger,” Malfoy grunted, tangling a hand in her hair. “Suck it, use your tongue,”

She followed his requests as best she could, though never taking more than the first few inches in to her mouth. It was far easier to stroke the rest of his cock with her hand, while focussing her attentions on his head and foreskin. Hermione loved the warm weight in her mouth and moaned, her lips stretched widely.

“Bloody hell, Hermione,” Harry groaned, tearing away from his playthings to watch her suck off the Slytherin. His pupils were wide with lust and he tore his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. The good girl in Hermione wanted to watch where it landed so they wouldn’t have trouble finding it later, but she was far too drawn to his naked torso.

She pulled away from Malfoy’s cock with a smacking sound, and wiped away the trail of saliva connecting them, her eyes still trailing over her best friend’s form.

Harry leaned in and initiated a soft kiss against Hermione’s still blowjob-swollen lips. She moaned, knowing that he could taste Malfoy on her tongue.

Slowly, she tipped into him, causing them both to lower to the floor, Hermione straddling him. They continued kissing heatedly, while Hermione raised her pelvis a little in order to undo his trousers. The material covering the zip had become wet with her pussy, in the few seconds that they had been in contact. This knowledge caused a rush of adrenaline through Hermione as the reality of the situation hit her.

They would soon be naked and aroused. Their groins would come in contact while they were both sexually prepared. Hermione was most likely about to have sex. She momentarily abandoned her efforts at removing his clothes and rubbed herself against him once more. She broke the kiss to grind her wet cunt against his half revealed cock.

Harry moaned in, what sounded like, pain and quickly shuffled to pull his trousers further down his legs, fully exposing his hard cock. Hermione nearly drooled. She decided, then and there, that she loved cock. It hadn’t just been Malfoy’s. There was something about the shape, the size, and the general rigidity that she absolutely adored. It was so natural and right.

These thoughts flowing through her mind caused her arm to, almost automatically, reach for Malfoy’s shaft. She didn’t bring it to her mouth, however, as she was still somewhat focussed on Harry. They both knew what was coming, and she wanted to be conscious of the moment she lost her virginity.

“This is going to hurt,” Harry warned as she took his cock with her other hand. His was expression a mix of horny anticipation and concern.

“I’ll be fine,” she replied, not feeling the moment was right to elaborate and explain her frequent use of a bright blue dildo.

Her hand stilled on Malfoy as she sat up slightly, bringing Harry’s cock to her sopping wet entrance. She had never been so excited. Harry was biting his lip and gripping her thighs tightly, obviously barely clinging to the last thread of his self-control. Not being one to play games at such a crucial moment, she slowly lowered herself on to her best friend. She felt his swollen head pass tightly through her, pressing in to areas that no one but her had ever touched before.

She finally settled back in to his lap, completely seated on him. He had a fairly long cock and she could feel his head pressing uncomfortably against her cervix. Thankfully, in this position, she would be able to control how deep he went.

As Hermione grew more comfortable with his length, she began rocking back and forth. Harry would occasionally jerk his hips up, but kept control overall. On every forward rock, her clit smashed against his pelvic bone in a delicious way, sometimes causing her to grind.

Growing more excited, she grabbed Malfoy’s shirt and pulled him in. Wait. Why was he still wearing a shirt? She tugged it impatiently up, making him take the hint and remove his shirt, while she descended on his erection. She took more in to her mouth this time, and was significantly less concerned about technique if the messiness was anything to go by.

Hermione had started losing control at both ends. Harry had taken to holding her hips slightly above his, and pounding in to her. She could only guess that he’d become fed up with her slow pace. The sounds of wet suction were audible throughout the empty classroom, though the cause of them was hidden by her skirt. If Harry were to look down, all he would see was his soaking wet cock, thrusting. The point of contact was hidden to him.

Apparently, this simply wouldn’t do, and he readjusted his hands on her hips, lifting the skirt. She felt oddly exposed. She knew that her childhood friend could now see everything she had to offer. Her sopping wet cunt being stretched to the limit by his hard cock, the small landing strip she shaved in to her pubes, and her inner lips, clinging to his cock each time he withdrew.

Above this, Hermione was really giving her first blowjob the best go she could. Saliva had started dripping down her chin, in her enthusiasm, but Malfoy didn’t seem to mind. She was moaning almost constantly now, from the fucking down below, and her suction was escalating. It was now her goal to have Malfoy come before her. There were two reasons for this, her brain quickly supplied. One; it would prove to him that she could excel at anything she so chose. Two; she was more likely to enjoy swallowing what he had to offer.

It was with this determination that the hand on the base of his erection started squeezing harder, and her tongue renewed its efforts on his head.

She could feel that he was on the brink, but somehow, he managed to hold on. Without thinking, her other hand came up to gently fondle his balls. That did the trick almost immediately. She felt them draw up to his body and she knew what was coming.

She prepared herself, drawing away a little, so that just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. The next thing she knew, she was swallowing load after load of come. She figured he had been erect since Potions so there was a reason there was so much come, but still. She hadn’t expected this much. Hermione didn’t really care, truth be told. She was too near her own orgasm to judge. She simply sucked his cock for all she was worth, swallowing as quickly as she could.

There was a little overflow, that sprayed on to her chin but she focussed solely on the task at hand.

Once his cock had finished spewing and twitching, she let it drop from her mouth. Malfoy’s knees seemed to shake before he gave up and sat down next to the fucking couple. Hermione smiled slightly at the gentle post-orgasmic expression on his face and went to wipe her chin. Before she could wipe the stray semen on the floor, Harry grabbed her arm. The move caused him to release his hold on her, and she dropped heavily into his lap. She arched her back at the deep penetration, and started bouncing up and down on his cock, still curious about why he was holding her arm.

And then, in the hottest act she had ever seen, Harry brought her come covered finger to his mouth and sucked it.

Harry had wanted to taste Malfoy’s come.

With an ecstatic moan, Hermione came, her finger still enveloped by Harry’s mouth. She arched so far back that she would have fallen, had it not been for Harry’s bent knees. She felt herself clench down hard on Harry’s cock, which was still pounding into her. Apparently the taste of come and Hermione’s orgasm was enough to finish Harry off, as he too threw his head back, knocking it against the stone floor. She felt him buck up in to her spasming walls, and watched his face contort in pleasure.

The next thing Hermione was aware of, was collapsing on the cold floor, next to a still seated Malfoy, and Harry, who was panting as though he had just run a marathon.

With the hormones effectively out of her system, reality set it.

She had lost her virginity. In a threesome. With her best friend and biggest enemy. Struck by the ridicule of the situation, she had to either laugh or cry, and she chose to laugh.

Hermione didn’t know where they would go from here – any of them, but for the time being, she would enjoy the blanket that Harry had wandlessly conjured for them to rest on.

OOOoooOOO

Wow. I just wrote a 12 paged sex scene. That was long. I think I need to go mini putting, or something equally as innocent. I hope you enjoyed and it wasn’t too long winded for you! This ends the Hermione saga that was started with Raging Sensation. I’ll be sad to see her go, but all this story has done has made me realize that I absolutely love writing Hermione, so you can expect to see more.

Edit : I've added a kind of sequel called "Now You See Me" if you want to go check it out.