What you want

What you want.

Part 1.

‘That pompous, arrogant.. I can’t believe I almost let him..’ Hermione stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered.

Hermione’s reflection looked back at her and she started stripping. She had to assess this situation. Flinging her clothes over to a corner of the bathroom Hermione looked herself over in the mirror as each item was discarded. Atop her head was a birds nest of dark brown curls, ringlets fell over her face and past her dark brown eyes. She scrunched up her nose, dark hair and eyes only made her look pale and pasty. The only sign of colour on her skin was the spray of freckles on her nose, cheeks and arms, even then they added to her sense of paleness. Hermione let her gaze wander lower to her torso. Her breasts were ample though not overly large, a C cup that she was proud she could hide under her clothes. Her philosophy had always been that if a guy wanted her she would be sure that it was for her personality and company and not her body parts. Scrutinising lower she had an hourglass figure, smooth waist and hips leading into normal legs and feet. Hermione gave herself a nervous smile as she let her eyes wander back to the body part she had skimmed over, the part that had started this whole mess. Hermione took in the triangle of dark curls between her legs. Reaching down she threaded her fingers through the hair. Sure it could be course but it had a purpose. Hermione frowned, was it really that unattractive? She sat down on the cold tiles and continued to run her fingers through her pubic hair, detangling the curls so they became fluffy and soft. How could something as simple as hair end her relationship? Closing her eyes she remembered what had happened earlier that night.

His hand travelled down her body, taking in her curves, he seemed in a rush tonight because it wasn’t long before he was pressing his hand onto her core from outside her pants. Kissing her harder his body pressed against hers. She avoided thinking about how good his body had felt against her. His fingers were now at the waist band of her pants and sliding them under it. Hermione had pulled back.

“Wait Ron,” She gasped breathless from all the kissing. Nervous butterflies fluttered in her stomach, no one had touched her there before, that is, apart from herself.

Ron’s face fell slightly, obviously disappointed. “Come on Hermione, you do this every time.”

Hermione bit her lip, ‘perhaps it was time to move their relationship forward slightly’. “Ok,” she whispered and he had beamed.

Ron’s face disappeared beside her own as he ravished the right side of her neck, sucking and biting. Hermione winced slightly, despite Ron being the first guy she had gone this far with she knew it wasn’t meant to feel like this. Hermione always assumed Ron would learn in time and get better, so far not so much. His hand slid into her pants, under her underwear and cupped her mound. Ron froze for a second and then continued kissing and sucking her neck but without his previous enthusiasm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.’ Downhill from here’ Hermione thought as she recounted the scene.

Ron brought his face up to hers. “Nothing.. I just, didn’t know that, that you didn’t..”

“Didn’t what?”

“Shave, down there.”

“What?” Hermione had pulled back from him now, taking in his whole face. “Why would I do something like that?”

Ron shrugged, “Because it’s sexy. I’ve always preferred a shaved pussy over a natural one. All that hair is just so unattractive and messy.”

Hurt coursed through her body and she was taken aback at his use of the word pussy. “Why?” Was all she could come up with at the time.

“Smoother, makes access, viewing and oral easier..”

Hermione just starred at Ron unblinking as she studied his face. “And how would you know that?”

Panic raced across his features for a second; if she hadn’t stopped blinking she would have missed it. “I’ve read about it.. Harry showed me some of those muggle videos too.”

“Ronald..”

“Really Hermione, that’s how I know.”

Hermione shook her head. She thought back over the times when she had stopped him going further. He’d always stormed off annoyed but come back a few hours later, relaxed and apologetic and always smelling of strong cologne. Hermione understood now. “I always thought that it was you being understanding and not wanting to pressure me.. but all of those times you backed off, you had gone to other girls hadn’t you?”

“Hermi-“

“Hadn’t you?!” Hermione had practically screamed this part.

Ron looked down guiltily. “You just wouldn’t budge. You have no idea how frustrating it was getting. You tease and tease and tease but never give, what did you expect me to do? I’m a guy, I have needs!”

Hermione felt tears rise in her eyes, tears of sadness and hurt but also tears of anger. How dare he?! Before she knew it her right hand was connecting with his left cheek and she pushed him off his bed. Hermione pulled her unbuttoned shirt back over her shoulders.

“Well now you can have what you want and not have to sneak around anymore Ronald, we’re over!”

And so she had stormed out of the boy’s dormitory in Gryffindor tower. Lucky for her it was late and no one was up so she didn’t bother buttoning up her shirt.

She took a deep breath. It was stupid of her to wander the school with her shirt flying open to show her bra but at the time she didn’t care. Eventually she had ended up in the bathroom needing to see what it was that Ron saw to be so wrong. Opening her eyes Hermione took in the bathroom. It looked like any other bathroom but it wasn’t the heads bathroom she was used to using.

‘Oh well, it’s late, no one is going to come in and see me.’

The door creaked open slightly and stopped.

“Well next time make sure you don’t let any quaffles through! I am the captain, which entitles me to keep you here all night if I have to.”

A muffled protest started.

“I don’t want to hear it. If we are to beat Gryffindor this year we need to be at our best, you can’t just sit around expecting the rest of the team to keep the quaffle away from our end!”

Hermione sat frozen for a second before her instincts kicked in and she bolted for one of the private shower cubicles. How could she have not noticed that she was in the Quidditch change rooms? She remembered thinking that she needed some air and then needing to see what all the fuss was about with this whole shaving thing. The closest bathrooms must have been the Quidditch ones, how was she to know a team was still practicing at this time of night?

She heard the door close and boots padding on the tiled floor. All she had to do was wait until the person was in the shower and then she could make a run for it, Hermione looked down at her naked body, via her clothes.

The water started up and she heard clothing being tossed aside. Hermione waited until she could see steam rising up over her cubicle before she stuck her head outside the door. Whoever it was had chosen one of the public showers, the steam concealed who it was. This would be tricky but Hermione was confident in herself. Moving quietly Hermione inched towards to the bathroom door while looking around for her clothes. The steam was making it hard for her to spot them. Her foot touched fabric and Hermione had to stifle her sigh of relief. Slowly reaching down she pulled the clothing up to her face. Green and silver fabric was clutched in her hand, the Slytherin badge embroidered on it, the smell of male sweat wafted up from it. Hermione bit her hand to stop herself from crying out.

Slytherin plus Quidditch captain equals Draco Malfoy. She was currently naked in the same room as a naked Draco Malfoy and she couldn’t find her clothes.

“Oh Merlin.”