Dirty Little SecreT.

Chapter One
“Tired of Kissing Toads”

Hermione Granger had had enough of kissing toads.
She was pretty aware that she was no fairy Princess, and she had not intention of become one. And she didn’t fool herself believing that there may be a Prince charming out there. That was nonsense. But at least she would like to have a decent kiss. Someone that could make her feel.

She had fancied Viktor Krum, in a very childish way, she was now aware, When she met him, she wanted to know the men behind the fame and find out that there was more than just quidditch. Viktor Krum was interesting, or so she thought then. Viktor turned to be as dull as could be. And yes, his vocabulary, both English and Bulgarian were only variations of the forsaking quidditch. Not to mention that she got sick of hearing her name misspelled.
Viktor had been her first kiss. So she didn’t know much about kissing, but she was pretty sure than a good snogging had nothing to do whit sucking you partner’s face, sort of like a dementor. She shivered just by the thought of that awkward moment.
She was glad that he was miles and miles away from her. She had only share that whit Ginny, and thank-you-very-much dear friend for shouting that out to Ron and Harry. But well she was forgiven.

And then along came Harry Potter, and all his titles. She loved Harry Potter to pieces. But it was more like a fraternal love. She knew that well, now since that little incident. She always thought that Harry was cute. Of course his looks have improve now, but in 5th year he was just cute.
They were at Grimmuald’s place. Such a dark time to him. He was fuming and she felt so bad for him One very cold morning barely after the dawn, she was heading to the improvising bathroom that they had, when she found Harry very melancholic-looking sitting on the muddy floor of the house’s hall. She sat next to him trying to be of some comfort. She didn’t remember exactly how it happened but next thing she knew was that Harry’s lips were on hers. Harry was a good kisser, she must tell, but there were no tingles in the belly or any kind of emotions of that matter. When they broke apart she was bright red. Luckily they didn’t take it too serious and laughed about it so much she thought she may past out. The both agree it was something stupid, and shouldn’t be brought up again. For any circumstance. So they Buried that memory in the deepest cavity of their subconscious, she couldn’t be more happy about their resolution. No soul would know about it never. Some things should be erased from time and space. And that was one of them. That’s not entirely possible but they did their best.

Seamus had kissed once, She had slapped him so hard that his left cheek had swollen so much he looked deform for almost a week.

And of course. Ronald Weasley. He had his good looks as well, he was tall, The quidditch did something good for him, he wasn’t as waif as he always was but he had defined muscles now, like Harry. He had deep blue eyes, that she loved. she had fancied him for a few years, he could make her laugh. So what did go wrong? She didn’t know, yes, they were things that Hermione Granger, didn’t know. But she couldn’t go against the flow. They were meant to be friends she now knew that after a round of her now familiar awkward meaningless kisses.

She sighed. It was no help that everyone around were happy lusty annoying couples. Harry And Ginny, of course, Ron had a girlfriend after another, since they agreed that were better off as friends. Her roommates were little love birds too.. and so it went the list.
Luckily she had many thing to do. She was named head girl, may, may, no surprise there. She had rounds to do, rules to check they were been followed. Piles of extra-duties to do. Etc. etc.


She toss the book she was semi-reading for the past half hour, that leave no trace of meaning, thought her thoughts had lead her to her lousy or inexistent love life. She got up from her favorite sit in the common room. Waved good-bye to her friends, Ron and Harry were playing chess. Ginny was stressed doing an essay.

It was mid September, and the magical world was going throw a hard post-war time. But they tried to live up as normal as they could.
Hermione was patrolling, she was exhausted. But she had to do what she had to do.
The only thing she could hear was the sound of her mary-Jane’s against the hard floor. She was freezing.
Just when she was about to go to her own private dormitory, she heard something inside a classroom. The door was barely open. She thought it may be Peeves on one of his deeds. So she move towards slowly. But she was wrong, two steps from the door, she made out something like a sight. More like a moan.
-You liked that?- a male voice said. Another moan for reply

Their gasps and moans, did something weird to the head girl who kept on hearing not sure why. She begun to rub her legs to ease a little pressure she felt between her legs.
Something snapped in her mind.
She folder her arms and waited for the whoever that were there come out.