Count Your Blessings

She had been frustrated all day. First was the thing with Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express. She couldn’t shake the thought of him so close to her out of her mind. It plagued her and even Ginny noticed that she was distracted. Of course, it only took that observation to correct her thoughts. She had expectations for herself and thinking about the blond ferret wasn’t one of them.

Then there was the issue with Ron’s huge eyebrows. Madam Pomfrey had told them that she could only do so much and that Ron was going to have bushy eyebrows for a few days. He had been sour for the rest of the evening and when she tried to cheer him up, he snapped at her. They had argued about her hexing Pansy Parkinson. When Hermione mentioned that their house lost fifteen points he told her he was proud, but she knew better. She had to have better control of herself. He didn’t want to hear it. She should’ve accepted that he was proud of her for standing up for herself but she felt bad for losing points for their house.

Finally, there was the issue of the mystery package. She didn’t care for chocolate, after having gotten sick one summer when she was nine from gorging herself on chocolate Aunt Martha sent the family. There was no note attached, nor a return address. It only meant that some one in the school sent it to her. Ron wasn’t happy in the least. Ginny has swooned over the chocolates and asked Harry why he hadn’t sent her any. He became red in the face and the next thing she knew, Ginny got her own box of chocolates.

She didn’t need to deal with this kind of stuff so early in the school year. She was already distracted with the war and now she had to deal with the fact that Malfoy, stinkin’ Malfoy had beat her to it when it came to potions. Ron had been bugging her the entire time that she forgot to crush the wolfsbane into fine powder and instead added it whole. Her entire grade was ruined for the day and Snape even announced that she wasn’t of sound mind. Distracted by distractions, she remembered he had said.

It didn’t help that Ron badgered her afterwards either. She knew that he had feelings for her and she returned them at one point in time. But his constant vigilance over her was getting quite tiring. He hadn’t let up and so she stormed off. She loved Ron like she loved Harry, if not more, but she couldn’t deal with his possessive nature anymore.

She rounded the corner to the library when Pansy came out of nowhere. Her face was lit with glee at catching Hermione alone.

“Look if it isn’t the filthy mudblood,” she chanted with a few other Slytherin girls. “What’s the matter? Got your knickers in a twist because you weren’t top of your class today? I reckon it’s because Weasel couldn’t get it up last night…”

Hermione frowned and out of nowhere raised her hand and slapped Pansy. “I’ve had quite enough of your attitude, Parkinson.” She stepped up to her, glaring her down. “You and your little chatty friends don’t scare me. Nor do your words taunt me. You’re pathetic. All of you.”

Pansy held her face with her hand as Hermione brushed past them and entered the library. She was furious and sick and tired of being treated like she was nothing. She didn’t have to deal with this anymore. She thought she proved herself to be a competent witch. She knew she shouldn’t let Pansy or Draco or any other Slytherin get to her but it did. They did.

Sliding into her seat, Hermione rummaged through her bag. She paused when her fingers grazed across the box. Pulling it out, she debated. Maybe one chocolate wouldn’t be bad. Opening it, she noticed the assortment of beautifully decorated sweets. She smiled and pulled one out, popping it into her mouth. She had always wanted to buy these when she was at Hogsmeade but she never really had the time.

They were delicious, of course. Before she knew it, Hermione had polished off the entire box. She looked around, knowing the librarian’s hatred for food or drink in the library but was satisfied that she hadn’t been caught. Hermione went back to studying and forgot all about her problems. She shifted in her seat lightly, feeling a kind of unnecessary urge to do something. It was strange.

She felt a little faint and gathered all of her things before retiring to the common room. Maybe she needed a nap. Seamus and Dean were playing wizarding chess when she entered. Dean said hello and Hermione instantly became red. She didn’t know why and he looked at her as if she had just been sunburned.

“You alright, Hermione?” Dean asked, moving from his seat.

She held her hand out to stop him, his nostrils flaring. “I’m..fine…just tired. I might go to sleep. Will you tell Ron and Harry if they ask?”

“Sure. Take it easy, alright?”

She nodded, said good night to Seamus, and nearly bolted up the stairs. Slamming the door shut, Hermione threw her books to the floor and jumped onto her bed. She closed the curtains, put a silencing spell, and fell back against her pillow. She fell asleep quickly but that wasn’t the worst of it.

Her dreams were plagued with randy thoughts of every Hogwarts boy she knew. Her fingers danced along the hem of her skirt and before she knew it, she was moaning softly. Her hand played with her engorged nub, rubbing and pinching. Her index and middle finger slowly pistoning in and out of her warmth.

She imagined Ron beckoning to her. His slightly muscular chest over hers, his mouth against hers. His body between her legs, thrusting, pumping into her heat. Hermione let out a small cry as she felt herself orgasm. She couldn’t stop. No matter what she did. It wasn’t Ron between her legs now, it was Dean, then Harry, then Seamus, Fred and George, even Snape.

Her eyes began to water as she felt herself orgasm for the twentieth time. Her legs were sticky and wet and yet she couldn’t stop. She rolled onto her side, pressing her face into her pillow while her fingers moving diligently against her. Draco. He was the last face she saw. Looming over her with that perfect smile.

His hands caressing her flesh, roaming over her body. His kisses burned against her skin, his breath bathing her. He parted her legs and crawled between them. His hands moving to rest by her side as he pushed his entire length into her. Hermione moaned loudly and traced her hand up and down his spine as he began to thrust, pushing all of him into her.

Their bodies rocked together, swaying with each movement. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her, forcing her mouth open where his tongue met hers. His thrusts grew more and more primal. Hermione arched her back, pressing her chest against his. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up as he pounded into her tight heat.

Her hands moved up to his hair, which hung around his face like a halo. Grasping onto his locks, they tumbled against one another. Their mouths clashed and teeth nipped and nibbled at one another. He growled into her mouth, pushing her back against the bed as his thrusts grew out of control. Hermione cried his name out, his head buried against her neck as his length pulsated inside her. Releasing his seed just as ecstasy washed over her.

Her eyes snapped open and she let out a whimpered cry, burying her face into her pillow. What was happening to her?