The Untold Story of Hermione Granger

Hermione went home over Christmas break to visit her parents while Ron and Harry stayed at Hogwarts. She left the boys some Chocolate Frogs and explicit instructions to uncover who Nicholas Flammel was. When she came back, winter classes picked up and the three friends quickly eased back into their school routine. Harry continued his Quidditch practices. In fact, the practices were becoming longer and more frequent. This left Ron and Hermione to do most of the research on Flammel. But even research couldn’t stop Ron and Hermione from getting excited about the up and coming Quidditch game.



The next match was against Hufflepuff. Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, usually never worried about playing against the Hufflepuff team – until now.



Oliver had just received news that Professor Snape was going to referee the match. This upset everyone on the team; nobody liked Snape, especially anyone who was a Gryffindor. He knew, as did everyone else, that if their team beat Hufflepuff, it would put Gryffindor ahead of Slytherin, Snape’s house, for the House Cup for the first time in seven years.



Hermione, in need of a break from her studies (but only for an hour) grabbed a reading book and walked into the Gryffindor common room. She found a plush couch by the fire, and sat down with her legs tucked underneath. Besides herself, there were a few fourth years gabbing in the corner of the room, but other than that it was fairly quiet. A moment later, Oliver Wood stormed in and began pacing back and forth across the floor.



Putting her book in her lap, Hermione asked, “What’s bothering you, Oliver?”



He continued to pace the room. “It’s the match coming up. For whatever reason, Snape is refereeing it.”



“He’s what?” she exclaimed, shocked by the news.



“Refereeing.” Oliver ran his hands through his dark hair. He stopped his pacing and took a seat in front of Hermione, resting his elbows on his knees. “I just can’t figure out why he would do that.”



“Have you told the rest of the team?”



“Yeah, they know, but I’m worried that he’ll still find some reason to take points away from us.” He shook his head.



“Can he do that?”



“I have no clue, but no teacher, that I know of, besides Madam Hooch, has ever refereed before.” Oliver sighed.



“I’m sure everything will be fine. You’ve got a great team, Oliver, and you know Harry will come through for you and catch the snitch,” encouraged Hermione with a smile.



“You know,” Oliver said looking at her, “you’re right, Hermione. Things will work out. We have an awesome team this year. I shouldn’t have any doubts, right?”



“That’s right. You’ll see. Snape won’t be able to do anything because Harry will probably get the snitch before he can even blink.”



Oliver laughed. “Thanks, Hermione.” He stood up and leaned over to give her a quick hug. “You’ve made me feel a lot better.”



“Anytime, Oliver.”



~*~*~*~



Just as Hermione had predicted, Harry caught the Golden Snitch and Gryffindor won the match, which put them in the lead for the House Cup. This gave much cause for celebration in the common room that night. Every Gryffindor had gathered to cheer and congratulate their team, and, of course, Harry. Fred and George managed to gather tons of food for everyone to eat. Music was playing and everyone was having a good time.



Before reaching the common room, however, Harry was distracted by seeing Snape and Professor Quirrell arguing in the Forbidden Forest. Harry listened in on the conversation and quickly raced upstairs to find Ron and Hermione and tell them what he had heard. The three friends found an empty room and Harry told the others of the confrontation between the two professors.



“But right now there’s nothing we can do, Harry,” said Hermione.



“Actually, we could go back to the party,” Ron announced.



Hermione agreed. “Ron’s right, let’s go celebrate your victory.”



“Okay, let’s worry about it later, then,” Harry stated. He wanted to go back to the party as much as the others did. Together, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked back into the party. They (well, mostly Harry) were greeted like heroes and Harry was hoisted onto Fred and George’s shoulders.



“Here’s to the greatest Seeker in one hundred years,” shouted Fred.



“Three cheers for Harry!” called George.



“Hip-hip hurray!”



“Hip-hip hurray!”



“Hip-hip hurray!”



The entire Gryffindor common room was filled with students of every year. Everyone was in major celebration mode. It wasn’t until Professor McGonagall came in at midnight to shut the party down that people finally went to bed. Students said good night to each other as the common room steadily emptied.



Hermione decided to go into her bed chamber before Professor McGonagall had broken up the party. No one else who shared her room was in yet. She began to get herself ready for bed, first by kicking her shoes and socks off. Then, she loosened up her tie, slipped it off her neck, and hung it up on a peg. Next, she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She unzipped her skirt and kicked to the side as it fell to the floor.



As she was about to removed her bra, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Studying her body in the mirror, Hermione liked what she saw. She was small in size still, but being that she was only eleven years old, she knew that in time she would grow into a fuller woman. She shifted her body and looked at her profile. Although her breasts were small, they were filling an A cup quite nicely already. Knowing how large her mother’s chest was, she knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would get much bigger. She puffed out her chest and pushed her breasts up with her hands, making them look much fuller.



“I can’t wait until I’m bigger,” she commented to herself.



Relaxing her stance, she unsnapped her bra and pulled down her panties. She was now fully nude. Her round, pink nipples suddenly pointed straight out due to the blast of air that hit her bare chest. Her cunt was almost completely clean, save for the small tuff of blonde curls above her outer lips. Hermione knew that more pubic hair would grow there, but if it was anything like her mothers, it would be a small, neat patch of blonde curls. But even though her hips and ass were small and her head seemed too big for her body, for now she was satisfied with her form.



Hermione grabbed a clean, pale pink tank top and pair of red shorts from her dresser and put them on over her nude form. Brushing back her hair, she searched through a small drawer for a hair band in which to secure it with. Before closing the drawer she noticed the choker lying in there, too. She had taken it out of her pocket weeks ago and once again forgot about it. Picking up the jewelry, she examined it in her hand. It looked normal enough, but then why did she get such feelings burning through her body whenever she put it on? After the last time she wore it she wondered if the choker was to blame for losing her virginity to Ron. It really didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. In fact, she was glad she lost it to Ron.



It must be the choker. It had to be. Something had to be magical about it, but what? There was no other reason for her to have had sex. Not that she was against it or waiting for any special reason (she was taught that sex was a beautiful thing), but rather that she never had any major interest in it.



Suddenly, the door opened and Hermione’s roommates walked in, chatting about the Quidditch match and mumbling about how unfair it was for Professor McGonagall to break up the party so early. Not in the mood to join their conversation, Hermione put the choker away, grabbed a book, and climbed into bed. Moments later she fell asleep, her book lying open on her chest.



~*~*~*~



Hermione felt like she almost fell out of her sleep. She woke up so quickly her book slipped between the curtains and fell with a soft thud to the floor. She felt dizzy, like she had been falling in her dreams, but she couldn’t remember what she had been dreaming about.



She pulled back the curtains and saw that everyone else was already fast asleep in their beds. Glancing at the clock she saw that she had only been asleep for less than two hours. Climbing out of bed, she stepped on the clothes that she had discarded hours before. She picked up the garments and placed them in the hamper. She bent back over and picked up the fallen book and placed it on the night stand. She began to turn around but suddenly stopped. Her mind went to the choker. Backing up, she took the jewelry out of the drawer and examined it again. She was interested in trying it on again. She wanted to know if the fire would come back. She was simply curious.



Almost carefully, Hermione slipped the cool satin around her neck. For a moment she held her breath, somewhat fearful of what might happen. It took her only a second to realize that nothing was happening. No fire, no burning passion - nothing.



She laughed to herself. “I’m just imagining things,” she thought. Shaking her head, she decided to get a drink of water and headed for the door. She left her bedroom and proceeded to the bathroom to fetch a cold glass of water to drink before she went back to bed. She made her way down to the common room since that bathroom was much closer to her room. Upon leaving the small room with a full glass of water and reentering the common room, she was startled by a dark figure sitting on a couch by the fire.



Hermione let out a cry of surprise at seeing another person in the room. Water from her cup splashed upon her tank top, soaking the thin material. The figure turned its head towards Hermione in surprise.



“Good gracious, Oliver,” Hermione exclaimed, clutching her chest. “You scared the shit out of me.” The water caused the tank top to stick closely to her skin and her nipples perked in protest to the cold flimsy material. She set the cup down and tried to squeeze out some of the water.



“You scared the shit out of me, too, Hermione,” said Oliver Wood. “What are you doing up so late?”



“Getting myself a glass of water,” she replied, motioning to the wet spot on her top.



“Sorry about that.” Oliver’s eyes lingered on Hermione’s nipples.



“It’s fine.” She walked over and sat on the other side of the couch from Oliver. She leaned towards the dying fire to warm up a bit but gave up since the heat had pretty much expired. “What about you? It’s nearly two in the morning.”



“I couldn’t sleep, I guess. I’m too excited about the game.”



“That was a brilliant game, too, you know. You played great.”



“It was all thanks to you, Hermione.” His eyes once again flickered to her tits.



The choker began to burn. Suddenly Hermione’s eyes widened. She began to get nervous.



“Me? I didn’t do anything, really.” She fidgeted in her seat. “I should go back to bed.” She stood up to leave.



“Please don’t,” said Oliver, grabbing Hermione’s hand, causing her to sit back on the couch. A dull, but pleasurable sensation quickly spread throughout her body. “I’m not all that tired yet. Would you mind talking to me for a bit? I’d really appreciate it.”



Hermione didn’t know what to do. While she liked Oliver enough, she wasn’t sure she should stay near him any longer, especially not if what happened with Ron was going to happen with Oliver. Sex was still new to her. Even though there was no mention between her and Ron about dating or being exclusive, Hermione didn’t want to simply sleep around.



Awkwardly, Hermione gazed into the fires dying embers. For a moment it seemed as if Oliver had moved closer to Hermione. “That’s silly,” she thought to herself. The funny feeling between her legs was beginning to bother her again.



“I really should go, Oliver,” she began, leaning forward to stand up.



“You know, Hermione,” Oliver said, cutting her off, “you look really different tonight.”



“I what?” She stopped and sat back down.



“I know what it is,” he said after a moments thought. “It must your hair. You never pull it back.”



“Uh, no, not really.”



“I like it. You look, well, pretty that way.”



Hermione blushed furiously. She let out a small nervous giggle and briefly looked away from Oliver. When she turned back towards him she saw him completely ogling her breast and licking his lips.



Suddenly, without warning, the warming sensation pulsated throughout her body at an alarming rate. Her eyes grew wide at the thought of what might happen. Before she knew it, Oliver was suddenly sitting right next to her. His left arm was draped across the back of the couch while his right hand was resting on Hermione’s knee, slowly rubbing her soft skin. Hermione could feel the excitement between her legs growing.



His left hand began to stroke her hair. “You’re a brilliant witch. Not to mention a beautiful person, once you get past all of those heavy, black robes.” Oliver moved his right hand along her thigh, closer to her center. “I like seeing you this way.” He motioned towards her tank top and skimpy shorts. He leaned his face towards hers. “I think you’re really cute,” he whispered.



Grabbing onto one last piece of sanity, Hermione protested, “But I’m only a first year, Oliver.”



“I don’t care, Hermione.” Closing the gap, his lips pressed against hers in a searing kiss. Before Hermione knew what was happening, Oliver deepened the kiss, his tongue melding with hers. Hermione could feel the fire within her groin expand to an almost painful state. Her mind was no longer functioning properly. She gave in to Oliver’s touches.



Oliver broke the kiss and the two students quickly inhaled air. Not missing a beat, he continued his kisses along the edge of her jaw and down her neck before traveling back up to her ear, tugging on the sensitive flesh. Hermione gasped sharply at being kissed here. Her pussy burned intensely, wanting to be touched. Her hand unconsciously began to press against her cunt, trying to lessen the pressure.



Soon her hips began to grind against her hand. Oliver instinctively replaced Hermione’s hand with his own while his lips reached hers once again. Quickly noticing that she wasn’t wearing any panties and that the material of her shorts was barely covering anything, his hand pulled aside the material and he slipped a finger inside. She opened her legs allowing him more room to explore.



With her free hands Hermione lifted her top up enough to expose her budding breasts. Her nipples were taut and she twisted them, giving herself more pleasure.



Oliver broke away the kiss. “Have you ever touched a penis before?” he asked her.



“Yes.”



He looked a little shocked and disappointed. Hermione realized too late what she said and quickly recovered with, “But I’ve never actually seen one before.” He smiled at her. Standing up for a moment, Oliver unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down until the garments pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and stood semi-erect in front of Hermione’s face. It was definitely bigger than Ron’s. She glanced from his penis to his face, unsure of what to do.



“You can touch it,” he insisted.



Hesitantly, Hermione raised her hand and touched it. “Wrap your hand around it.” She did. She realized that her fingertips barely touched her thumb as she wrapped her hand around his penis. “Move your hand back and forth,” he instructed. She did so, noticing that his penis was growing in her hand. She got bolder with her movements and before long was quickly pumping her closed fist around his thick cock. “Mmm, Hermione, that feels awesome. If you keep that up, I’m going to shoot my load all over you.” But Hermione didn’t want that. She stopped.



“What’s wrong?”



“I, um, need some taking care of,” she said wanting some equal play time.



Oliver smiled. He sat back on the couch. “What do you want?”



“I want to fuck you.”



Oliver’s eyes grew wide as did his smile. He never knew how forceful Hermione Granger could be.



“Take off your shirt,” she told him. He did as he was told. She completely removed her tank top and shorts, and without a word, she leaned towards him for a kiss, pushing him back so that he was lying on the couch. She straddled his waist and positioned herself directly above his cock.



“Wait, Hermione, have you…,” he started.



“I’m not a virgin, Oliver, if that’s what you’re asking.”



“Okay.”



His hands settled on her hips and guided her down until the head of his dick was just touching her wet pussy. Their eyes locked and Hermione knew what was next. She felt herself lowering her hips, allowing his penis to slide into her soaking wet snatch. Hermione’s eyes rolled back as she accepted Oliver’s large penis. While she wasn’t a virgin anymore, the size alone was driving her insane. The pleasure she had with Ron was tenfold now with Oliver.



After a moment of adjustment, she began to steadily move up and down on his cock. Their rhythm grew more frantic and she began to bounce heavily on his throbbing dick, her pert tits jiggling perfectly on her chest. His hands helped steady her hips. Her movements quickened and Oliver’s hips began to grind as their hips met together for each thrust. Their breathing became heavy. Their moans began to grow louder and echo in the empty common room. Oliver pulled Hermione’s lips down to his to suppress their groans.



Oliver slowly sat up and placed himself with his back against the backside of the couch. Hermione continued to sit facing him, using her knees to push herself up as Oliver thrust into her. Now Hermione was able to lean back as Oliver began kissing her tits, tugging and pulling on them. He coated each nipple in his saliva and blew on it, causing the tit to strain even more. The sensation gave her a chill.



Hermione pulled Oliver closer as the two of them came closer to ecstasy. “Oliver,” she pleaded. “Oh, shit Oliver, I’m going to cum!”



“Me too, babe.”



“Come inside me, Oliver. I want to feel you cum inside of me.”



Those words and a few more thrusts was all it took for the both of them to explode. Oliver fell back against the couch and Hermione leaned against him. Staying in this position for a moment, their breathing returned to normal. Eventually, Hermione lifted herself off of Oliver’s spent member; some cum dribbled out of her spent pussy and trailed down her leg. Hermione wiped up the mess and the two students began to redress themselves. Oliver broke the silence first.



“Hermione, I just want you to know,” he began zipping up his pants.



“I know, Oliver. It was a one time thing, it doesn’t mean anything, and I promise not to get all weird around you.” She put on her shorts and tank top on.



“Well, yeah, I definitely don’t want things to get weird.” Oliver slipped his shirt on over his head and pulled it down.



“Okay then.” He smiled at her. “Good night, Hermione.”



“Good night, Oliver.”



Hermione began walking up the stairs that led towards the girls rooms. She turned when she heard Oliver call after her. “But, you know Hermione, I wouldn’t mind if it actually wasn’t a one time thing.”



She smiled and watched him walk up the stairs that led to the boys’ rooms. She entered her room quietly, hoping not to wake the other girls. Slipping into bed she removed the choker and quickly fell asleep.