Lendoren

Disclaimer : the characters belong to Jo, Kelokelo is always the author and Septentrion the translator.

Chapter beta’ed by Emma

many thanks to people who have read, reviewed and provided help with translating (Lust and Ezilda) and betaing.


Ch.4 when the subconscious takes over


August at the Burrow went as usual for Hermione, or so it seemed. She took her part of the housework with Mrs Weasley. Besides the latter told her all her tricks to do it right. She hadn’t indeed given up on the idea than Ron and Hermione would found out they shared more than friendship.

The first difference for Hermione was Ginny spent not that much time in her own bed. When she teased her about it, Ginny blushed but quickly admitted she went to Harry every night in Percy’s old bedroom. Harry had a knack for silencing charms and together, they had been able to discover and share carnal pleasures.

“What about Ron,” Hermione asked, a bit embarrassed, “doesn’t he suspect anything?”

Ginny burst out laughing. “Not at the beginning, but it was bound to happen that he woke up earlier one day, when Harry hadn’t still got back to his bed. I’m to believe he called him all sort of names but when he couldn’t breathe anymore, Harry quietly told him we were both very happy and that Ron himself had found out how sex is delicious when he was the same age than me. It seems as if Ron didn’t tell anything more but I know he looks at me askance when I go to bed…”

Hermione felt she was staying on the sideline; she was the only one to not have discovered that pleasure yet. She perfectly knew she could have gained some insight about it while exploring her own body but … she didn’t feel tempted by it. She wanted to discover the pleasure to be desired by a man, to be fulfilled by him.

The other unusual thing, which happened to her during her holiday at the Burrow, was the dreams she began to have every night. She dreamt she was sitting beside a man in a clearing situated in a big forest. She didn’t see him, she just felt his presence next to her, but she always knew it was a man. She dreamt of discussions about any subject she was interested in. She finally had found someone with whom she could speak of all those books she had checked out at the school library, read at bedtime or for her lessons. Someone who fought her arguments if he disagreed with her, who pushed her to give the better of herself in those discussions.

And so Hermione spent August being torn between jealousy for Harry and Ginny who were so happy together, and pleasure in her discussions with her consciousness. At first she worried about those dreams that weren’t repetitive but on the contrary explored all of her readings and passions. But she came to the conclusion that her subconscious was saturated with her readings and needed to sort them out. She didn’t tell to anyone of these dreams, not even to Ginny for she was sure Ron would mock her and told her frankly that honestly, one could find better bed reading than Hogwarts, a history. Harry had passed his apparating exam but unlike Hermione he didn’t find it easier than in training at Hogwarts, which had surprised her. She even found out that she had more success with her charms than before. Holidays were good! All the more when you thought about how absorbing the NEWTs year would be. She couldn’t wait to get the seventh year textbooks list, to buy them, to dive in their content and to discuss them with her subconscious at night.

They got their list rather late, around one week before the start of term, to her great despair. How was she to read them in barely a week? That remark had the others to nod their head in a resigned way. Only Ron dared tell her:

“But Hermione, we’re going to learn those books in class, you’ll have time to read them at Hogwarts.”

“In Hogwarts, I’ll read the library books related to the subjects we’re learning Ron, but I want to know what we’re going to work this year before we go to school.”

While they were shopping in Diagon alley and seizing the opportunity to visit Fred and George’s joke shop, Hermione heard her subconscious’ voice several times. It was commenting her own thoughts, and accurately at that. At least she shook her head: “my poor Hermione, you’re showing the first signs of senility, speaking like that to your subconscious”. At that moment she nearly believed her subconscious laughed at her but it left her alone for the rest of the day.

The potions textbook looked as forbidding as the previous years. She couldn’t wait to get rid of professor Snape. Merlin only knew how many points he would take down from Gryffindor! If he weren’t there, there never would be any suspense about the House Cup, Gryffindor would be largely winning each year.

The charms textbook was just like every year, interesting, but nothing could replace professor Flitwick’s lessons.

She noticed with pleasure that the transfiguration textbook seemed more accessible at first sight. Now all she had to do was to wait for to practice…

Arithmancy consisted of very complicated charts and ancient runes of not yet understandable texts.

During her last night at the Burrow, Hermione had a very different dream. She was in the clearing, feeling impatient to resume the discussion they had interrupted the day before because of Ginny who had enjoined her to get up, yet her subconscious categorically refused the discussion and took a cajoling voice:

“I’ve got other ideas for tonight.”

The man of her dreams, her subconscious, wasn’t besides her anymore but behind her, very close. Hermione trusted him, she was in the same time in her bed in the Burrow and in her secret clearing, she could let go without remorse. She teased him:

“And what are your ideas?”

“This,” he simply said.

He put his hands on her body and began to stroke her. She realised then that she was imagining herself naked under his hands. He was standing behind her and exploring her body with his hands. She closed her eyes when he put them under her breast so that he was sustaining them while his thumbs softly caressed her hardening nipples. He had one of his hands slowly go down her belly; he was on the verge of reaching her most sensitive spot when Hermione brutally woke up. She was panting, alone in her bed, but she realised the dampness she felt between her legs meant her dream had gone very far this time and she laid down, nearly moaning with frustration. It took her time to go back to sleep and didn’t dream again that night.

Several hundreds of kilometres from there, a man was also panting in his bed, his body was tensed with unsatisfied sexual desire. He didn’t know if her body would be like he had imagined it but never in his wildest dreams had he dared imagine he could share such intimacy with her though a very great distance lay between them. The method he used to approach her allowed him to do so with confidence even though he thought he had given himself away while she was shopping. But it was too tempting to know what she was thinking of her new textbooks. He didn’t know exactly why she had woken up, probably because it was too much emotion for a body which hadn’t known pleasure yet, but her answers had been so spontaneous he hadn’t be able to refrain the images coming to his mind.

The result was he being alone in his bed with a desire to its greatest height. It hadn’t been too difficult the previous nights for he contented himself with stimulating conversations for the mind and not for the body. But in this day before the start of term, he couldn’t resist to express the desire he felt growing in him for her and realised he couldn’t stay like that while he knew he was to see her tonight even for a very short amount of time.

Reluctantly, he gave in auto-satisfaction but his scream of pleasure sounded like a scream of suffering as well. He so desired for another hand than his own to pleasure him, a much finer hand than his own.

He checked prudently her state of mind without showing himself. Luckily she wasn’t strong enough yet to detect him and he himself disposed of enough power to hide himself efficiently. He grimaced when he noticed her frustration, he would have to be very prudent in that matter. It felt very agreeable when he managed to link both of them but it was not far from being an ordeal when she managed to break that link for the first time. He would have to reveal himself rather soon but then, he could only too well imagine what her reaction would be…