Centerfold

Today was the day Hermione had been dreading-- the day the magazine was released to the prurient eyes of the public.

Fortunately for Hermione, today also marked the one-year anniversary of the trio’s defeat of Voldemort, causing the Minister of Magic to name it a national holiday. Thus, the Ministry was closed, allowing Hermione the luxury of sleeping in and avoiding the prying eyes of her co-workers.

Even so, one can only sluggishly lie around for so long before the needs of the bladder must be attended to.

Hermione got up and spent her usual fifteen minutes in the bathroom, going through the motions of preparing for the day. Bathed, dressed, and brushed, she wandered into her living room trying to decide what to do with her day off. She was hesitant to go out, wondering what the reaction of the public would be to her photos.

She was therefore totally unprepared for the mountain of mail sitting on the balcony of her flat. She had not left a window open, so it appeared the owls had simply left if in a pile.

Remembering her experiences in fourth year with the large quantities of mail that can result from one of Rita Skeeter’s articles, Hermione was loath to open any of it. On the other hand, she was quite curious who had sent letters.

It took her the better part of an hour to open the letters. This was in part due to her wearing of dragonhide gloves and in part due to the fact that she checked each letter for curses. Howlers she didn’t bother with, merely incinerating them with her wand.

Hermione was even more surprised to find that most of the letters were not cursed, nor did they contain substances that would hurt her (such as undiluted bubotuber pus…) but rather were from wizards who were interested in meeting her.

She couldn’t help but feel flattered that these men would want to meet her. At least the ones who wrote letters that sounded real. Some of the letters made her want to track down the author, though, and hex his balls into his body cavity. Ah well.

As she was sitting on her balcony with a cup of coffee reading her ‘fan mail’, Hermione saw yet another owl heading in her direction.

When it arrived, she saw that it contained a large envelope bearing the seal of the magazine. Opening it, she found a copy of the magazine and a note from David, asking her to stop by the office so she could sign for the second vault transfer now that the lay-out was done.

With a smile, she collected the letters she had decided to keep, Vanished the ones that irritated her, and went back into the apartment. The magazine she decided to put on her coffee table for now. She decided it made quite the interesting centerpiece.

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Severus Snape woke up with the premonition that today was going to be a bad day.

Of course, Severus Snape woke up feeling like every day was going to be bad, so really it was just a matter of degree.

Make that a really bad day.

Groaning, Severus dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. Today, after all, was the Leaving Feast. There would be a ceremony and then the feast for the seventh years in the Great Hall.

Today was also the anniversary of the death of Voldemort.

Because of the combination of these two events, the Headmistress had seen to make today a Hogsmeade day for the students. This meant that not only would they be excited about school being over, but from too much sugar and fresh air, as well.

Sighing, Severus spent several minutes making sure all of his buttons went into the correct buttonholes. It would have taken someone else longer, but after doing several hundred buttons every day for twenty-plus years, Severus Snape had it down to a science.

Clean and dressed, he headed into the Great Hall for Breakfast.

As expected, the children were antsy.

With a sigh, Snape thanked whoever was listening that it wasn’t his turn to chaperone.

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Ginny went with Colin down to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer to celebrate their graduation. Her mother and father would be here in the evening for the ceremony, but today she was free.

As they entered Hogsmeade, Ginny noticed that a lot of the students who were in the village had congregated at the bookstore. This was highly unusual. Usually, the bookstore was deserted.

With a shrug, Ginny looked at Colin and the two of the headed into the pub.

The noise level was fairly low for a day when students were allowed in the village en masse.

It wasn’t until Ginny saw a group of male Slytherins sitting around a table in the back corner sniggering that Ginny began to wonder what the hell was going on.

Looking more closely around the bar, she noticed that the small groups of students were more segregated than normal… at least, there were a number of groups that would normally have included girls that today were all boys.

Frowning, Ginny walked over to a group of sixth year Hufflepuffs, deciding they should be fairly easy to intimidate.

“What are you lot looking at that has you all giggly and blushing?” Ginny asked, peering over their shoulders.

“Ah… nothing…” one of the boys stuttered.

Unfortunately for the boys in question, they hadn’t thought to cover the magazine quickly enough. Ginny got an eyeful of something she had never wanted to see… her best friend’s naked bits…

This is not to say that Ginny had not seen naked girls before. For God’s sake, she had lived in a dorm for the best part of seven years. But there is a world of difference between seeing your roommates change into their pajamas and seeing your best friend kneeling on a desk in stockings and heels and nothing else, her legs spread as wide as they can go, and winking at you over her shoulder.

Ginny thought she’d be scarred for life.

Without another word, Ginny walked past Colin right out of the bar, and up the path to return to school.

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Minerva had never seen anything like it before. Usually dinner on the last day at school was a raucous event as everyone made plans to visit over the summer. Tonight was quiet. The only students talking were first and second years. Anyone in third year and older was speaking in whispers. It was also unusual that girls were not talking to boys. In fact, every time a boy seemed to try and start a conversation with a girl, he was met with a glare and a cold shoulder.

What in the world is going on?

“Severus,” Minerva said, turning to the dark man sitting next to her, “does it seem to you that the students are behaving oddly?”

Severus looked around briefly before answering her. “Yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“I have a guess.”

“Which would be?”

Sighing, Severus tried to decide how to break the news to this walking definition of propriety that her favorite cub had done… well, what she had done.

“Did you hear the news about Miss Granger?”

“What news? No, obviously not.”

“Ah. Well, I suggest you see if you can find yesterday’s Prophet. If not, you may be able to find a copy of the men’s magazine Nimue’s Dungeon. It was to come out today according to yesterday’s article. Your prized student is their centerfold. I assume that copies were purchased while in Hogsmeade today, leading to the current state of inter-sex affairs…”

“She WHAT?!”

At Minerva’s exclamation, the entire Hall went utterly silent.

After a moment, she muttered, “Oh my…”

Yes, Snape thought to himself. That about sums it up.

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Draco awakened on Monday morning with a groan. It was, after all, Monday.

It wasn’t until he had finished his first cup of coffee that he realized that though it might be Monday, it was also a holiday and he didn’t have to go in to the office today. It took his second cup of coffee and a look at the morning paper to remind him that he had something he was planning to do… namely, go to Diagon Alley and get a copy of that magazine which featured the sure-to-be-interesting photos of Granger.

Finally awake and aware, Draco returned to his suite to prepare for the day.

Dressing casually in a silk shirt and trousers of a silk and linen blend, Draco ran his fingers through his platinum locks.

He walked quickly to the manor’s Apparition point, and within half an hour of his remembering his plans, Draco arrived in Diagon Alley.

Draco went quickly to the book store and began purchasing several new books on Arithmancy before heading into the Adult section of the store to pick up a copy of the magazine in question.

While Draco didn’t patronize the Adult section all that often, it was not his first time through the curtains at the top of the stairs. Draco was used to the section being a bit on the dark side, quiet, and empty. Occasionally there had been another wizard in the section when Draco entered, and once he remembered walking in on a group of giggling witches, but usually he had it to himself.

He was therefore shocked and more than a bit dismayed when he pushed through the curtains to find bedlam.

It seemed like every wizard over the age of 17 was in the crowded section, and Draco had a sneaking suspicion that they were trying to purchase a copy of the magazine.

After several minutes, Draco made it through the crowd to the front of the section where the magazines were kept. He also managed to dart an arm around another wizard and snag a copy of the magazine in question.

Leaving the section he noticed two tall wizards with trademark Weasley red hair in a corner. Looking closer, Draco realized it was the twins… although he couldn’t remember their names.

Draco wondered why they would be trying to get naked pictures of Granger.

Maybe all the Weasels had to share a girl since they were too poor to afford to court more than one…

For a minute, this thought amused Draco. But only until his overactive imagination led him to the mental picture of Granger surrounded by six male red-heads….

Feeling a flash of jealousy, he banished the thought and went downstairs to pay for his magazine. In his confusion at the number of men who wanted to see pictures of Granger, he didn’t even mentally note the pang of jealousy….

Once the clerk rang up his purchases with a raised eyebrow, Draco left as quickly as he could to go home and see just what all the fuss was about.

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Draco arrived home to the empty manor feeling relieved to be out of the press of bodies.

His first stop on arriving back at the manor was to take the books he had purchased to the library and find room for them on the shelves.

The manor’s library was quite extensive, but it didn’t take long for him to complete the task.

He glanced at the magazine lying on the large desk in front of the fireplace. The picture on the cover was of Granger, standing with her back to the camera and unzipping her dress. She was looking over her shoulder at the camera and Draco couldn’t help but notices how warm her eyes were, particularly when the photo winked at him.

The photo showed just a hint of lacy black knickers and made it clear that there was nothing else under the scrap of silk.

The decision was between looking at the photos here, or carrying the magazine up to his bedroom.

Part of him wanted to take the magazine to his bedroom, strip naked, and wank himself dry.

The sane part of his brain insisted on reminding him that this was Granger, for crying out loud, and that wanking to pictures of Granger was disgusting. He had only purchased the magazine so that he could rub in her face how pathetic she was to pose like this.

After several minutes of hesitation, he rationalized to himself that it would be even more humiliating for her if she knew he had wanked to her, like she was an object, than if he had just seen the photos.

Decision made, he grabbed the magazine and carried it up to his bedroom.

He left his clothing in a pile on the floor for the house-elves to deal with and quickly slid under the cool silk sheet which he left pushed down to his waist.

Comfortable, Draco picked up the magazine. Again, he noticed the picture of Granger winking at him.

From the comfort of his own bed, he considered this.

Normally, wizarding photos retained only a hint of the subject’s personality traits: they waved at the people they linked, hid from the people they feared… basically, they recognized who was looking at them and acted in the same way they would if they were the person and not a picture. They couldn’t carry on conversations or know things like portraits could, but they certainly recognized the people who they knew.

Therefore, it was strange for Draco to be winked at by a picture of Granger.

Seeing her acting so strangely… at least, strangely for Granger… made Draco look at her more closely.

Draco realized he had never really considered her appearance before. It had always been secondary to what she was, what she stood for. The only purpose of her appearance even registering with him was for insults.

And she had made that easy, dressing in bags, her hair a bushy mess, her teeth huge.

Granger had always been defined for Draco in terms of her lineage, her friendships with Potter and the Weasels, and her irritating classroom behavior.

Draco looked at the picture of her on the cover and saw that she looked amazing.

Her hair was totally different: curly, not bushy, and shorter than he remembered. Her smile was suggestive. The dress hugged her curves and showed off a figure better than the girls he had dated before he lost his social standing in the community. But her best feature was her eyes. Large, cinnamon eyes that looked like they held a million secrets and shone with her intelligence.

In his gut, Draco felt a stirring of emotion he couldn’t name and didn’t think he’d want to.

Pushing it aside, Draco pressed on with his mission.

He opened the magazine and looked through the pictures of Granger. They started off fairly tame but progressed until even he, who had been raised by one of the foremost Death Eaters, was blushing.

Seeing her standing in a pair of miniscule black knickers in front of a desk, tugging them down and staring at him with a challenge in her eyes made his cock throb. The women he’d slept with had always been pureblooded Slytherins, calculating the transaction benefit of fucking the Malfoy heir. Looking at Granger, he saw that she would be the kind of woman who would shag purely for the sake of shagging, enjoying it as much as her partner. Her brazen boldness in the picture issued a challenge to his manhood, and it was one he wished he’d be given the chance to meet.

Turning the page, he saw a picture of Granger on her knees on a desk. Again she was smiling over her shoulder, fully aware that her body was on display. He could see her folds gleaming with moisture signaling her excitement, her desire. He could almost smell her arousal. His cock was so hard, he wondered for a moment if he could bury it in her, picture or not.

Gently, he swirled a finger around the head of his cock, spreading the precum seeping from the tip and coating his shaft.

He turned the page as he began stroking himself in his favorite rhythm.

The next page was the “centerfold” page. It folded out to reveal an almost life-size picture of Granger lying on the desk, her legs spread, back arched, touching herself.

Quickly, he let go of his cock and reached instead for his wand. Draco muttered a charm to float the magazine over his head allowing him to see the entire full-length picture of Granger.

Looking up into her eyes, he let out a groan and reached again for his cock.

The photo-Granger was breathing deeply, causing her breasts to rise and fall, jiggling slightly and swaying in time. Using her rhythm as his own, Draco began to stroke his cock in earnest.

In a much shorter time than was normal for Draco, he began to feel the tightening tingle in his balls that heralded the onset of an orgasm.

As the sensations rushed through him, he gasped out a name and saw the splatter of white hit the photo right between her legs.

Granger’s mouth dropped open in shock in the photo, but in his state of post-orgasmic bliss, Draco didn’t know if it was do to his splattering her in cum or the fact that the name on his lips when he did it was Hermione… the first time that name had ever crossed his lips.