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After realizing what time it was, Hermione had to rush extremely fast to gather her books and get to her next class, transfiguration, on time. Just as Professor McGonagall was closing the doors, she slid into her seat between Harry and Ron, breathless and panting.

"Hermione? What's wrong? You look sort of flushed. Besides, it's not like you to be almost late for a class." Ron said.

Hermione glanced over at him, and saw that he was looking sort of strangely at her. "It's okay, Ron. I was in the library, and I just sort of lost track of the time and had to run." What would he do if he knew that just a few minutes ago she had been experience intimate relationships with his sister? She shuddered at the thought.

"If I may draw your attention forward, we will be working on transfiguring peacock feathers into carrots today," Professor McGonagall announced, handing out the feathers.

An hour later, Neville had managed to set fire to his feather twice, and needed to start over. Hermione was the only one who had managed to turn her feather orange and slightly hard, but it still wasn't up to her usual standards. Professor McGonagall noticed this, and commented on it.

"I'm sorry, professor," Hermione mumbled. "I guess I've been feeling a bit tired lately."

"Quite alright," the professor replied. "Just try to get some sleep before your next lesson.

Hermione vaguely wondered how that would be possible, when her every movement tormented her. Every time Hermione shifted in her seat, her legs rubbed against each other and caused her already aroused center to sent unmistakeable waves of pleasure up her body. She couldn't concentrate on anything, with all of her thoughts centering around Ginny and the way her fingers felt. Hermione had never experienced anything like this before, and all she knew was that she would have to find some way to stop it.

When they were dismissed, Hermione made up her mind. She couldn't take any more of this exquisite torture-- she had to find Ginny.