This story starts with a memory. At the dashed lines is the present time. No specific date, though it is after the war and in my mind they are all done with Hogwarts.

This will be at least 3 parts...

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Hermione was confused. It was an emotion she was not use to. She was so sure she liked Ron. She had been certain that he was the one for her. Then they kissed. It did nothing for her. Well she did figure out she never wanted to do it again.

"I am sorry Ron. I just..I don't..I..." she mumbled trying to say the right thing. Her head down and her hair falling forward hiding her face.

"I never thought I would be the one to leave the great Hermione Granger speechless." The red headed boy laughed. He grabbed her chin to force her to look up. Understanding in his eyes and a friendly smile on his face.

"I don't want to hurt you Ron." She said in a whisper. A single tear rolling down her face.

"Hermione." He responded as he wiped the tear away. "I get it. It's ok."

"Ron" she breathed.

"No. You are attractive and so amazing but we are just not compatible." Smiling "You need someone who can challenge you and let you spread your wings." Still smiling and with a laugh "I need someone who will cook, talk Quidditch, and mother me. You will never be able to do that. My life would crush you and that is the last thing I want to have happen."

"I know." She smiled back. "You will always be my best-friend."

"Damn right. I wouldn't have it any other way." He wrapped his arms around her and just held her.

"Thank you Ron." She said to his chest.

"Of course." He grinned

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Hermione's wings were out and nothing was stopping her. She had opened her own Law Firm in the Wizarding World. She took the cases nobody else would even look at. Her clients consisted of creatures (werewolves, vampires, veelas and such) she also represented the LBGTQ+ community.

The Ministry was so far behind when it came to who they deemed "others" she found herself a good little nitch in helping those they couldn't or wouldn't.

She loved her life. She was helping people, and using what she had learned over the many years of study to get where she was.

One thing was missing. Someone to share her life with. She had dated. Each one in her mind was a flop and she always refused to go on that second date. Not willing to waste her time.

She had given up. In her mind, she had concluded that she was made to help others. Her life was to be filled with books, acadamia, and her friends. Surprisingly she was completely okay with that.

Then she happened. Hermione for the second time in her life was confused with her emotions.

------2 months later------

Hermione couldn't stop thinking of her. Everytime she saw her, she couldn't stop looking. Hermione still couldn't understand the feelings. She has never felt this way about anyone. The flutters in the stomach, the warmth throughout her body when she was near. She had never felt this way about another female. Thinking about it she never really felt this way when around Ron or anybody else.

Did she like her?

This question pledged Hermione to no end. Especially at night when she was home and getting ready for bed. With the stillness of the night her brain can wander. She doesn't let that happen often, with how demanding her work is. So at night she lets her imagination soar.

This night her imagination took her right into sexual fantasy. Nothing to over the top being she was new to this kind of fantasy. But she did let her mind wonder into this new sensation.

Closing her eyes, she could see the crystal blue eyes of the girl. Reminding her of the pond she use to visit as a child. Both holding promise of fun and new adventures.

Next she could see the pale white skin that looked so soft and creamy. Her nose and cheeks tinted with rose coloring, they were kissed by the sun.

Her lips, a pale pink. Perfectly pouty, full of warmth and laughter. Behind those lips came a voice full of melody, and wonder.

Hair the color of golden wheat fields. It frames her face so delicately.  Half of it always pulled up, strands haphazardly falling in and around her face. With her wand carelessly placed above her hair tie.

Her petite frame, it may look fragile, but it holds strength. A strength that going to war, too young gives you. Battle scars litter her body. Each one holds a story, and each one is beautiful.

As Hermione's brain explores so does her hands. Her fingertips caressing her neck, she can feel her heart racing on her fingertips, beating in pleasure. Her hands move down to her firm breasts, slowly circling from the outside flesh to her taut nipples. Raking her nails over them she gasps, and slowly lets out a low moan.

Her hands continue to move over her firm belly taking her time. She wanted to explore this feeling. She has never been one to pleasure herself, but right now that was all she wanted. The anticipation she was feeling was growing the closer she got to her womanhood. The need to touch herself was so erotic she couldn't help but moan in need of release.

She cupped her fleshy mound and the warmth and wetness spurred her to push a finger in and apply glorious pressure to her clit. Her hips bucked up and her breath hitched. She was slowly circling and adding more pressure to the sensitive spot. This had her squirming and moaning in bed.

Maneuvering her thumb to her clit she pushed two fingers inside herself. Causing her to wail in pure gratification. She could feel her body become tight, getting closer to her release. Pumping her fingers in and out and rubbing her clit she screamed out as she felt herself let go. Coming down from her high, and closing her eyes in bliss, she moaned out her name.

Luna.

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Hope you like the first part of my little story. The second part should be up soon.

A new recommendation for a story to read.....

Written by:
JustATeenageWolf

Title:
Understood /Drarry/

It is the first part of 3 stories so far (the third one has not been finished). I fell in love with the first story and I will suggest the second one after the second part of this short.

Love,
Always_Hufflepuff