Teasing Padma

"I wasn't," said Hermione. "I really wasn't. But the way you threw me against this wall, and pinned my arms behind me." Padma didn't seem to believe Hermione for a moment. Nearly laughing at her delivery, but the Gryffindor wasn't done.

Hermione's knuckle started at my thigh, slowly rubbing up further and further until it reached my groin and slowly dragged across my cock. I flinched when it happened, making Padma suddenly aware of where her hand had been. But Padma's reaction only made Hermione continue to slowly rub my groin.

"Idius," yelled Padma. Granger's face was so serious now, as she rubbed across my engorged cock, that I didn't know what to think. She seemed to have enough though.

"Come Idius," said Hermione, "let's go somewhere more quiet." I am a believer in having free will, but at that point I had no thoughts. So I followed her as she pulled on my hand. Taking me into an empty classroom, closing the door behind us.

Hermione wasted no time.

"You know why I am here Idius," said Hermione, "did you put your name or Harry's into the Goblet of Fire. Or even better, did you cheat to get them both pulled out?" Hermione moved close to my face, she tried her best to remain angry, but our proximity was too close. I could smell her breathe, it was strong of peppermint. I could even feel the gentle breeze of her exhale. She was literally just a couple inches away. All I had to do was move my face forward, and I would be in a couple seconds of bliss, before she would kick my ass.

"Putting my name, or Potter's into a goblet of fire," I took a deep breath to steady myself, "Is the last thing I would have wanted to do." Hermione stared for a second, before her expression changed and she turned away.

"I thought it was out of character for you," said Hermione. She had come here to question me, and see if I had started this whole mess. It was logical.

"So I take it from your questioning that it wasn't Potter's doing," I said? Hermione saw how serious I was. But this was something that was right along with what Potter would do.

"No, Harry would never do this," said Hermione. She and I saw much differently the person who Harry was, but against my own reason I believed Hermione when she said it wasn't him.

She leaned against the table, pressing her ass against the corner. I watched with too much interest as it formed to the surface.

"This whole incident sounds exactly like something the 'Golden Trio' would do," I said trying to reason that it could still be them.

"I am part of this Golden Trio," said Hermione, "and why are you looking at me like that?" How would I answer?