She shifted in her red and gold pyjamas - unable to get comfortable in the ridiculous heat.
You would think that since Hogwarts was all about magic that they would at least be able to control the temperature.
Her skin prickled and she gently removed her pyjama bottoms so as not to wake the rest of her dormitory.
As she did so her fingers caught the silk of her knickers and she felt the throbbing warmth there.
She began to wonder if the ridiculous heat had nothing to do with the castle at all.
She flopped on her front and without even realising what she was doing began to rub slowly at her knickers.
It wasn’t long before her fingers had found there way inside – stroking and probing as if they knew just what to do – as her brain lingered on pictures from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
As she imagined the slayer naked and vulnerable – doing this to her self.
She imagined Buffy doing this to her.
Hermione’s hand came up to cup her breast and imagined it was Buffy’s – she tweaked a nipple and stroked the flesh marveling at the sensations flickering through her body.
She imagined kissing Buffy’s pretty pink lips and down her body to her tiny little stomach and right between her legs.
Her body responded with little sparks of electricity ripping out from the inside of her.
And in the clammy, sweaty aftermath she looked around embarrassed to see if anyone else had noticed the mind-blowing event which had just occurred.
Her latest discovery – a scientific experiment. One hell of a new kind of kick
But as the coast seemed clear she wrapped herself up in her blankets and imagined they were the Slayer’s arms.