Interschool Relations - Wicked Games

Interschool Relations - Wicked Games



*****(don\'t worry, Anna is not really an OC - just a device so that Hermione can operate as her Slytherin alter-ego at times, getting into all kinds of juicy situations)*****



Chapter Four: First Kiss



Hermione arrived early for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The classroom was exactly how Moody…or Crouch, rather…had left it, cold and formal and dimly lit, with glass jars of horrible spiders lying about on shelves. She leaned forward on the tall metal stool and rested her arms on the massive black table in front of her. Her day had not been going well. After the incident at breakfast, she’d learned from Harry and Ron that the Slytherin girl, Anna Ghorier, was rather sensitive about her lineage. Anna’s mother, Mereg, had been a beautiful woman who had been intimate with a staggering number of gentlemen even after her marriage to Evandir Ghorier. Not knowing the identity of one’s father was a serious problem in the pureblood community.



Seamus, Dean, and Neville entered the classroom and sat in the row behind Hermione. They smiled in greeting. Hermione fiddled with one of her quills. What if Neville asked her to the Yule Ball? If she said yes, at least she would have a date. But she’d much prefer if somebody else asked her. Dean or Seamus would be fine. She threw them a dazzling smile. They didn’t notice because Lavender and Parvati arrived for class just then and began chatting with the boys.



Hermione shrugged off her robe and set it on the table. Feeling a bit impulsive, she removed her tie and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. It was high time these boys realized she was a female. Daringly, she unhooked the second button so that a glimpse of cleavage showed. She adjusted herself on the stool so that her skirt hiked up, revealing most of her supple, creamy thigh.



She turned on her stool and spread her legs to either side, dangling. She placed her hands on the front of the stool and leaned forward, casually squeezing her breasts together with her upper arms, amplifying her cleavage. Lavender was talking about an underground party.



“Well, Parvati heard it from Padma, who heard it from Cho,” Lavender was saying. “Clarice, one of the Beauxbaton girls, has a game and they’re going to play it tonight.”



“Who’s going to play what game?” Hermione asked, angling herself toward Dean and Seamus. They and Neville took notice of Hermione’s enticing display, and chose to look at her rather than Lavender or Parvati.



“Oh, a bunch of people. I think Viktor Krum will be there,” Lavender said dreamily. “Apparently he told Draco that Hogwarts is full of prudes, and Draco said it wasn’t true, and that most of Slytherin would be there. I don’t know what the game is, but I guess it’s a bit naughty.”



Just as Hermione was going to ask another question and bend over a little farther to display the swell of her breasts, Ron and Harry arrived. Dean and Seamus reluctantly looked away from Hermione, not wanting to be caught ogling her in front of her two male friends.



Ron stared at Hermione’s cleavage, his mouth agape. Hermione felt herself heating up under his gaze.



“Aren’t you cold?” Ron asked.



“No, I’m pretty warm actually,” Hermione said in her most alluring voice. She fanned herself with the thick plume of her quill.



Harry tried not to gawk even though he was captivated by the smooth skin of Hermione’s exposed thigh. Ever since last night, on the Durmstrang ship, he’d been thinking about Hermione in a different way. He supposed that, once you’d had an overwhelming impulse to shove your cock into your best female friend’s face, things changed forever. He longed to brush his fingers against her silky, perfect skin. Maybe even push his hand under her skirt and find out what girls had under their knickers. Dudley had shown him pictures of naked women on his computer, but Harry still hadn’t quite figured out all the details. What would Hermione do if, during class, he reached under the desk and stuck his fingers inside her panties?



He managed to shake himself out of his trance. Today’s lesson had better be interesting enough to distract him from Hermione. “Where’s Moody?” Harry whispered. “Er, Lupin, I mean. We got here late. Class should have started a few minutes ago.”



Ron tore his gaze from Hermione. “Was it a full moon?” he wondered.



“Snape would be substituting,” Harry said.



“Not if he teaches Potions at this time,” Hermione told him. “They didn’t know Lupin would be teaching, and didn’t schedule classes accordingly. Anyhow, it wasn’t a full moon last night.”



“Something’s wrong,” Harry muttered. “I’m going to find Dumbledore.”





Harry headed for Dumbledore’s office, Ron went to Lupin’s, and Hermione volunteered to check Moody’s/Crouch’s old office. A professor being five minutes late for class usually wouldn’t warrant such a reaction, but Lupin hadn’t been late once last year, and Harry had a gut feeling that his tardiness indicated serious trouble. His hunches had proven to be correct on more than one occasion.



On her way to Moody’s old office, Hermione had to walk past the Great Hall. She saw Anna standing in the entranceway, deep in thought, looking amazingly intelligent and desireable. When Anna saw Hermione, she stepped forward.



“Hermione, got a second?” Anna whispered. She grabbed Hermione’s wrist and pulled her against the wall. “I need you to do me a favor. It’s in your best interest.”



“What is it?” Hermione asked, confused. She’d accidentally insulted Anna this morning, and wondered if this was a set-up for revenge. She noticed that Anna was a few inches taller than she, and her legs were as long and graceful as Hermione had imagined. Even though Anna’s school uniform was exactly the same as Hermione’s, Anna didn’t look like a student wearing a Hogwart’s uniform, she looked like a high-class stripper in a tantalizing schoolgirl outfit. Somehow, she gave off the aura of having practiced the Kama Sutra forwards and back, while still being flower fresh.



Anna hurriedly glanced around the corner of the wall, into the Great Hall. “Can you kiss a girl without flinching?”



“What-?” Hermione began.



Anna walked up and placed her hands against the stone wall, to the sides of Hermione’s body, pinning her to the wall.



At that moment, Draco, Blaise, Viktor, and Dimitri exited the Great Hall and started to walk by them.



Hermione had no idea what was happening. All of a sudden, Anna was kissing her on the lips. Hermione had never been kissed like that before. She’d never been kissed at all. Anna’s lips were soft and sweet. Her hands caressed the back of Hermione’s neck. At first, Anna teased her, brushing her lips against Hermione’s and lightly kissing. An excited tingle ran down Hermione’s body.



The four boys watched, mesmerized. Draco started to breathe heavily. Hermione realized they were getting turned on by two girls kissing. This inflamed her even more. Hermione summoned her Gryffindor courage and kissed back. She grabbed Anna’s shoulders and leaned further into the kiss, sucking gently on Anna’s luscious lower lip.



Draco’s cock sprang to life in his trousers. He didn’t know why Anna, the girl he wanted to fuck so badly, was kissing a filthy Mudblood. Right now, he didn’t care. Granger seemed to be on fire, thirsty for Anna’s lips. He wanted to fling both girls onto his bed and fuck them hard.



Hermione fervently explored Anna’s lips and reveled in the heat of the kiss. Anna, more experienced, pressed her into the wall and parted Hermione’s lips with her tongue. Anna’s breast grazed against Hermione’s, sending an electrical pulse straight through Hermione’s quivering body, and she moaned softly.



Blaise dropped his books.



Suddenly, Anna pulled back. She pretended to notice their audience for the first time. As quickly as a feather could be transfigured into a serpent, Anna’s expression changed from soft to snobbish. She walked away, ignoring the boys. Hermione continued leaning against the wall in a daze. She glanced at the four boys, who were speechless. Draco seemed the most flushed.



“Hermione?” Ron’s voice called out huskily. He was staring at her from the bottom of the staircase. Hermione wondered how much he’d seen. From the incredulous and lust-addled expression on his face, quite a lot. She felt awkward, but at the same time thrilled by the effect she’d had on the five boys.



Hermione had never imagined that her first kiss would be with a girl.





Meanwhile, Harry had found Dumbledore in his office. The Headmaster was doing complex Arithmancy (or so Harry supposed, not having studied the subject) on a long piece of parchment, scribbling furiously with a quill.



“Sir,” Harry said, “Professor Lupin hasn’t showed up for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Is he all right?”



Dumbledore looked up over his half-moon spectacles and ceased writing. “He’s fine, Harry, but away from Hogwarts at the moment.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I’m afraid things didn’t go well last night. I’ve been so busy I completely forgot about the lack of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this morning.”



“It’s all right, sir…what happened?” Harry inquired.



He learned that, in the chaos of apprehending the false Moody, dealing with the real one, and disguising Lupin as Moody, things had become a bit confusing, and at some point, Crouch had switched places with Lupin, and poor Remus had ended up under a Silencio curse, tied up with enchanted rope, and dragged to the Ministry of Magic. Only later, when the Polyjuice potion wore off, did the Aurors believe he was really Remus Lupin. By then, it was too late. Crouch had fled Hogwarts immediately after Dumbledore left. The Headmaster believed that Crouch, having failed at his task to kidnap Harry, would be fearful of returning to Voldemort. Most likely, he had left the country to go into hiding.



“I sent most of the Order to search for him,” Dumbledore explained. “I’m afraid they won’t have any luck; the trail is quite cold by now. Lupin should be back soon.” He examined the numerical scribblings on his parchment.