It was the next day, after Ed, Hermione, and Ciri were shopping. Hermione was thinking rather… deeply… right now. She was thinking of her relationship with Ed, how it progressed throughout the year. He treated her like she was a princess. He always tolerated her clinginess, her possessiveness, her rambling, and her sudden insecurity attacks.
At times she felt like she didn’t deserve him, he always thought about her well being if she ever asked him something, he pondered what would be the consequences if he accepted her request, and she loved that about him. To say that she was happy that Ed finally made her his partner in October last year was an understatement, when she came back from the date last year, she couldn't sleep for two days straight, squealing from happiness.
He made her happier as well when he told her that he would bring her on his travels across the world, and since he said that he’s been training her more strictly. Speaking of training, he doesn’t hold back against her either, he goes full on her, making her push her boundaries more and more. Sure, Hermione might whine in front of him because he’s not holding back, but after the training, she’s always thankful to Ed for doing that.
She is definitely madly in love right now. She is madly in love with her first friend, her best friend, and he is the love of her life. She will do anything for him, with him. She'd fight an entire army with him, fight gods with him, live in exile with him; as long as she was with him, she felt she could do anything.
But right now, though, she was frustrated with him, frustrated that he never gave her the one thing that she needed right now, that she craved.
In simple terms, she is horny. extremely horny.
Her teenage hormones are raging inside her right now.
She is in the bathroom right now, ‘massaging’ her flower, pleasuring herself.
"O-Oh Ed..." She breathed as she moaned quietly, careful not to be noticed.
Her face was extremely red, her body was a little bit sweaty, and her right hand was at her crotch, giving attention to it.
As she was touching herself, moaning almost uncontrollably, she imagined herself doing it in front of Ed, shirtless, with his scarred torso on full display. She was starting to develop a certain… taste… of men. At first she was always frowning when she saw Ed’s scars, but now… now she always gets turned on whenever she sees them.
She thought about anything about Ed, his face, his smell, his broad shoulders, his silver eyes, everything, to get her off. Lately she’s been doing this kind of stuff. Whenever she spends time with Ed for about an hour or so, she also needs to relieve some… ‘stress’ after that.
That’s why she was frustrated with Ed. She was frustrated that he never noticed her ‘problems’, and she was too proud to ask him herself. Well, she nearly asked him on his birthday, but it was interrupted by Ciri, which annoyed her a bit.
But right now, she put the frustration aside. She focused on pleasuring herself. She moaned Ed’s name a couple of times, imagining him.
She was then ready to release. She moaned harder. She started to pinch her nipple on one hand, and the other, flicking her bean.
"E-Ed…" She breathed again, thinking about her boyfriend doing things to her that she’d otherwise not enjoy. She’d read about sexual intercourse, she’d read positions, fetishes, and the most embarrassing thing that she ever enjoyed was the book that Fleur translated for her. She didn’t know why, but she enjoyed imagining Ed tying her up, gagging her, and doing her roughly. It made her cream in her knickers whenever she thought about that randomly.
As she was about to release, her back arched up, she closed her mouth, only letting a soft whimper through it, and her thighs spasmed. Her love juice sprouted from her flower, wetting the area in front of her.
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What she didn’t know, however, was that she had forgotten to lock the door to the bathroom, and when she was cumming, someone entered the room. That ‘someone' held her laughter, amused at the scene.
"Enjoying yourself?" that ‘someone’, who, of course, was Ciri, spoke with a smirk on her face.
Hermione gasped when she realised someone had entered the room, and she quickly ruffled through her trousers nearby and covered herself, despite the fact that her thighs are a mess right now, still shaking and wet from her previous session.
"C-Ciri?" She stuttered, embarrassed to death.
Ciri laughed at Hermione’s reaction, "You’re not exactly quiet, you know? I can hear it from the room beside the bathroom. "
"Y-You can hear me?" Hermione stammered once again. She felt like she wanted to die right now. Someone had caught her in the act.
"Clearly." Ciri said smugly. "You have a lover. Why pleasuring yourself? Can’t you just ask him? Or is he that bad in bed? "
"No..." she whispered. "He just... I never really asked him... He’s dense as well…"
Ciri hummed. "Well… I never really had experience with boys... I do have some with girls though... "
"W-What?" Hermione looked surprised.
Ciri laughed again. "Do you want me to tell Ed about your... problem? I can be a ‘mediator’ if you’d like. "
"No thanks." Hermione quickly answered, blushing hard. "I- I’d rather tell him myself… whenever that is…"
Ciri shrugged. "Alright, suit yourself. Thankfully, Ed is outside right now, placing some wards or something. Next time, be more quiet, or use some kind of spell…" Ciri winked and closed the door again, leaving an embarrassed and exposed Hermione alone.
"Oh Merlin…" Hermione whimpered, sighing in surrender. "Do I even have dignity anymore? After all that? "
Needless to say, Hermione's dinner that night was awkward, as Ciri kept hinting at it at the dinner table, but Ed had no idea. at least Hermione thinks that he has no idea...