Touch

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Um... none... ^.~’‘’‘

Lyrics to the song ‘Touch of My Hand’ by Britney Spears. The character doesn’t belong to me, but to J. K. Rowling and all those other ppl. This situation, however, is mine. ^.^’‘’

I\'m not ashamed of the things that I dream

I find myself flirting with the verge of obscene

into the unknown I will be bold

going to places I can be out of control

She was burning. She twisted in her bed, lying first on her side, then on her back, then to her other side, and finally on her back again. This feeling wasn’t going to go away. Not this time. She bit her lip, a hand starslowslowly sliding down her stomach.

and I don\'t want to explain tonight

all the things I\'ve tried to hide

I shut myself out from the world so I

can draw the blinds

and I\'ll teach myself to fly

Under the edge of her pants, sliding into her knickers, the soft silk cool in contrast to her skin. All the hand had to do, was follow that path of heat to where she needed to go.

I love myself it\'s not a sin

I can\'t control what\'s happening

Her eyes shut at that first touch, a soft gasp. A second, more sure touch, and there was a moan choked back, not wanting to wake any of the other girls. At the third touch, the other hand moved to caress the skin of her abdomen.

\'cause I\'ve just discovered

imagination\'s taking over

another day without a lover

the more I come to understand

the touch of my hand

At the fourth touch, the hand moved up, caressing her ribs, her hips moving against her will, bringing the fifth touch too soon. At the sixth, another gasping breath and a caress to the underside of a breast. The seventh brought a caress over a nipple, and the eighth, a pinch.

the small of my back, the arch of my feet

lately I\'ve been noticing the beautiful me

the mole on my skin, and I\'m not gonna wait

I\'m into myself an almost precious way

The ninth, and her legs spread wider, her hips moving on their own. The tenth and a gentle squeeze to her breast. The eleventh and a dip inside, biting her lip again to keep quiet. The twelfth and thirteenth were in quick succession, leaving her gasping once again.

and I don\'t want to explain tonight

all the things I\'ve tried to hide

I shut myself out from the world so I

can draw the blinds

and I\'ll teach myself to fly

The fourteenth and another finger joined the first. The fifteenth, deep inside, a hand trailing over her ribs again.

\'cause I\'ve just discovered

imagination\'s taking over

another day without a lover

the more I come to understand

the touch of my hand

The sixteenth and the feeling of going deeper still, a soft whimper, a quickening of breath. The seventeenth, an approaching edge, a desperate search, a toss of her head.

there\'s a world undefined

in my body and mind

I won\'t be left behind

I\'m all ready here

The eighteenth, a push of hips, and fingers, and hands, and ohjustthere and- The nineteenth, a desperate move, and a harder touch, and a harder squeeze, and ohpleaseohpleaseohgodplease-

\'cause I\'ve just discovered

imagination\'s taking over

another day without a lover

the more I come to understand

the touch of my hand

The twentieth touch comes with the explosion behind the eyes, a bitten lip to keep quiet, short sharp breaths, trying to breath normally again, trying to keep from passing out, trying to slow her heart beat.

\'cause I\'ve just discovered

imagination\'s taking over

another day without a lover

the more I come to understand

the touch of my hand

A slow, almost gentle last touch, before her hand comes out of her own knickers, before her breathing slows, before her heart beat slows, before she turns on her side, finally able to sleep.

The other girls sleep peacefully, unaware of Hermione’s night time excursion with her own hand.

~*~Owari~*~

A/N: *cough* never done this before... um... yeah, so: Was it good for you? ^.~