Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 5: The Symptoms of Desire

Later that evening, well after dinner and studying, Hermione found she was unable to concentrate on reading. She was still in the common room but only a few others were there. After twenty minutes reading the same page of her book, she closed it and sighed. She felt strangely restless and agitated and she didn’t know why. It was too late to take a walk and she never felt comfortable creeping around the castle after hours so she decided to curl up on the couch and watch the fire, hoping it would relax her mind. Crookshanks was curled up by the hearth and purring contentedly. Eventually the other students retired to the dormitories and she was alone.

Once again Harry and Ron seemed preoccupied that evening and they didn’t spend much time with her. They finished studying hours before and went up the boys’ dormitory without much in the way of a ‘good night’. For the hundredth time she cursed the night she ever tried to kiss Harry, but she went back to the events.

It was during the Christmas break. As always, she stayed on with Harry and Ron as Harry’s aunt and uncle never welcomed him home for the break. This year it seemed that the guys didn’t care much if she was there. They had plans that didn’t include her. Feeling oddly left out she was left to her own devices which included more studying.

She moped around for almost two weeks. The night before everyone was due back there was a feast for all the students that stayed behind. Dumbledore presided and they ate until they couldn’t move. Afterwards when they climbed the stairs, Hermione and Harry were alone.

“Break’s over, I guess,” she said tentatively.

“Yeah, back to work tomorrow,” Harry agreed.

“Did you and Ron have fun?” she asked pointedly.

“We didn’t do much…”

“But you didn’t include me,” she pouted.

They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

“Mistletoe,” said Harry and the portrait swung aside, but not before the Fat Lady blushed. They climbed inside the common room. Ron was no where in sight and Hermione was glad.

“There wasn’t anything to include,” Harry said vaguely as he slumped down on a couch.

Hermione put her hands on her hips and looked down at Harry. “I thought the three of us were friends. After all we’ve been through.”

“We are, Hermione. It’s just…” Harry looked away.

She sat down next to him. “Harry, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He looked up; there was a quick look of panic on his face.

“Harry, I, ah, I really like you, you know?”

“Of course,” he muttered.

“No, I like you as more than a friend.”

Harry blushed. “Um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…we’ve been friends for so long…”

“I know, I just can’t help it, Harry,” she said and before she knew it, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Harry pulled back, stunned. When she saw the look on his face, she ran away, tears forming in her eyes.

They didn’t speak much since then and she was miserable.

Reliving the moment again that evening on the couch, didn’t make matters any better. But then a strange feeling came over her. She felt very warm and her nerve endings tingled. She pulled off the blanket and lay there panting slightly.

What is wrong, she asked herself. But then a voice in her head was whispering to her. It was telling her to move her hand down…down between her legs. She would feel better, it said. Much better. It was if she had no control over her body at that moment. She sighed as her hand moved under her skirt and cupped her soft mound. A sigh escaped her lips – it felt heavenly.

Encouraged by that feeling, Hermione began to rub her mound with her hand. Back and forth it went over the soft cotton of her panties and her body responded in new ways.

“Ohhh,” she breathed.

The voice urged her to slip her hand underneath her panties. In a trance, she complied and shuddered as her fingers probed the folds of her warm pussy. She had never touched herself like that before. Sex was something she ignored. That was for other girls, not her. But now as her fingers explored her innermost secrets, she delighted in the sensations she was feeling. Under her blouse, the nipples were hardening and pushing against her bra.

Touch those, the voice said, that will make it even better.

Not wasting any time, Hermione used her other hand to pinch and squeeze one nipple and then the other through the material of her clothes. The sensation was acute and she arched her back in response.

Push your finger inside, the voice urged. She pushed it inside and when it found her clit she almost jumped off the couch.

Yes, that’s it, the voice said, touch that and you will experience ecstasy unlike anything you’ve had before.

Hermione obeyed, her mind was totally taken over by this desire, this voice. She pushed her finger against her clit and began to rub. At the same time she reached under the blouse and pulled on her nipples. The sensations were over powering and she had to fight to control her voice from crying out.

Rub harder…bring yourself to new heights.

She rubbed and rubbed and while she did that she envisioned Harry. Instead of her fingers doing that to her, Harry was. It was even better once those images filled her head.

“Oh Harry,” she whispered.

And suddenly she was there – on the verge of her first orgasm. Fingers flying across her little nub, she cried out once and saw stars as her climax exploded.

“Oh Harry…I love you,” she whispered and the voice went away.

On the other side of the castle, Professor Snape, who had fallen asleep while reading woke suddenly from a dream. In it he saw a girl writhing in pain or desire, he wasn’t sure. When he reached out to touch her she shied away. Frustrated he went after her but just when he tried to catch her, he woke up.

Still groggy, he stood up and poured a brandy and thought about it. A faint twitching from his cock told him it was that type of dream. Usually he willed those thoughts away, but that night he explored it a little deeper. No doubt the dream was a result of the successful dosing of Miss Granger with the potion. He wondered if she was feeling the effects yet.

He settled down in his chair and sipped the brandy thinking about her once again. It would be only a matter of time before he could sink his dick into her tight virgin cunt and claim the rights to her maidenhood.