The Day of O.W.L.S

The Coven meeting was fun, but Hermione did not have much time to dwell on it. Her O.W.L.S were barely a week away and she was revising in almost every waking minute. The stress and pressure were getting to her, it always did around exams, but these were more important than every exam she had ever taken combined. One of the fourth years had tried to ask her to present while she was frantically going over her transfiguration notes in a secluded section of the library - no one is quite sure what happened to him, but he looked somewhat paler for the next few days and gave a little grimace of anxiety and fear whenever he saw a naked witch with curly hair for nearly a month afterward. When asked about it, he would say he didn't know what they were talking about and hastily leave the conversation. Of course no one was stupid enough to ask Hermione what happened.

During transfiguration, McGonagall gave the Gryffindors their exam timetables and explained examination procedure.

"Examiners from the Student Learning and Universal Testing Society, will arrive in Hogwarts in three days; that is, the day before your first exam begins. Professor Umbridge has informed them of the recent changes to the Hogwarts uniform of course so, they will not be shocked by what they find."

"That sounds like a challenge!" Burst out Parvati, giving her boobs a little shake as the class giggled around her."

"That's enough, Miss Patil." McGonagall said sternly, but letting a hint of amusement enter her voice, "Now, I must warn you that the most stringent anti-cheating charms will be applied to your examination papers. Our new head-mistress," She pronounced the word as if she were eating dragon dung, "has asked the heads of house to tell their students that cheating will be punished most severely — because, of course, your examination results will reflect upon the headmistress’s new regime at the school.... Do not take that as an excuse to do poorly. You have your own futures to think about."

After the lesson Harry, Ron and Hermione found themselves walking towards the library discussing McGonagall's announcements.

"What are they going to do? Strip search us for cheat sheets and auto-correcting quills?" Hermione laughed.

Ron looked nervous, "Don't speak so loudly; if Umbridge hears you she might get ideas. I used to have nightmares that I had to sit an exam naked."

"Clothes don't make you smarter, Ron. It's that realisation that lead me to-"

"Shut up, we've heard it all before!" Harry grunted. The reminder that all his revision and practice would only reflect well on Umbridge, had not put him in an agreeable mood.

The morning of exams, Hermione awoke early, not that she could tell, she was deep in the dungeons and under the lake after all. She could see from an old clock hung on the black stone wall that it was nearly six A.M. Deciding she wouldn't get back to sleep, she lazily began walking to the prefects' bathroom.

The early morning sunlight shone brilliantly through her window, warming her exposed skin despite the cold stone beneath her feat. She would have enjoyed it, had she noticed. She was too busy going over incantations and wand movements in her head.

She continued muttering anxiously to herself as she walked into the bathroom and sank into the warm water, not even pausing to think why the bath was already full.

"Er, Hermione, are you okay?"

"Ah!" Hermione was startled back into reality, "Oh, Ron, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a prefect, this is the prefect's bathroom... what do you think I'm doing here?"

"But, it's so early..."

"I couldn't sleep. Neville kept having nightmares about potions and has been screaming himself awake every half an hour since four. Eventually I just decided I'd get better rest in here than with him."

"Sorry, I was just surprised, I haven't seen you in here before... in fact, I haven't seen you in any bathroom since..."

"Since we illegally brewed polyjuice potion with stolen potion supplies?"

"Well, no..." Hermione said with a chuckle, "I illegally brewed polyjuice potion with stolen supplies, you just watched the door."

They laughed and chatted for a long while, it was the first time Hermione felt relaxed in weeks. After a while Hermione lay back against the wall of the bath letting her arms pull wide open so she could rest them on the side. She laughed heartily making her nipples jiggle up and down just above the water level. A fact not missed by Ron, who tried to look at Hermione's chest without he noticing. It was a valiant but nonetheless pointless effort.

"Ron, I thought we'd gotten over this?" Hermione sighed, amused, "I'm naked, you've seen me in very intimate detail a thousand times before; you don't need to pretend you're not looking now."

Ron looked up at Hermione and blushed slightly, before smiling and letting his gaze fall more naturally to her beautiful perky breasts floating just above water level. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed her own bosom forward slightly, she was only just realising how long it had been since she enjoyed letting someone enjoy her body. She felt the water get warmer at the thought.

"Sorry, I was nervous. You've been very... tense... is all, and all of us have decided it's best to keep our distance."

"Well that was my fault, I was stressed, but I shouldn't have taken it out on all of you. I'll make up for it."

Before Ron could speak she stood up out of the water, her smooth pussy just above the surface.

"Well go on: look!" Hermione encouraged, she gave a slow, sexy turn, delighting in Ron's gormless stupefied expression. It felt good to be appreciated. After a moment of Hermione just beaming at Ron with her arms and legs in an open posture, she decided enough was enough and turned to climb out of the bath.

"Ah!" Hermione gave a barely audible gasp. Her hand had brushed her pussy, she hadn't noticed the warmth building over the time sent with Ron, she was now sensitive and painfully aware of it. The sudden rush of sensation had opened some kind of flood gate and now she had to fight to keep her hands off herself.

"Hermione are you... alright?"

"Um... yeah I'm fine. It's getting late, perhaps we should go to breakfast." She was aware of Ron staring appreciatively at her bottom, and at this angle he would be able to see every detail... it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah, good idea." Ron waded past her and climbed out.

Hermione noticed the tent that had sprung up in his red swimming shorts. She couldn't resist, she stealthily put a hand between her legs, slowly trying to relieve the tension.

"Hermione are you coming?" Ron noticed her standing in the water, apparently un-moving, then he noticed her hand over her crotch.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly feeling shy now, you-" Then he noticed the colour rising to her face and her increasingly heavy breathing. He paused as he realised what was happening, a look of shock and delight growing on his face.

Mortified, Hermione yanked her hand away from her crotch, shame finally overcoming desire.

"No! I wasn't. I was..." She stammered through a deep blush, unable to look Ron in the eye.

"Hold on." Ron interrupted, "It's nearly breakfast, the halls are all crowded and we have an exam in two hours."

"What has that got to do with it?"

"It means that you need to be as calm as possible, and this is the closest thing to privacy you're going to find right now."

"But you're here." Hermione said in her best shocked voice.

"That didn't stop you twenty seconds ago."

"But I can't..." She repeated feebly.

"Then don't." Said Ron, "But I think I'll sit here for a bit, I don't need to eat just yet." He returned to his seat opposite Hermione.

Hermione looked at him angrily, she wanted to stand up and walk out. But she couldn't, the temptation was too strong. Ron was right; she needed to be calm for her exam - or so she rationalised to herself.

She sat on the edge of the bath, letting her knees relax to either side while her hand began to massage her lips. Almost immediately, she was vocalising, letting soft moans and gasps slip out, much to the enjoyment of Ron. Her hand was moving faster, two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, she was close, so close.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" She shouted out as the orgasm hit her, letting her limbs fall limp beside her.

"Feeling better?" Asked Ron after a moment of silence.

"Very much so." Answered Hermione, suddenly looking playful and mischievous. "You however, look very tense indeed." She glanced briefly down at the bulge in his swimming trunks. "I think you just need to relax."

As gracefully as she could, she waded through the warm water to Ron. She rested her arms on his shoulders and straddled his lap with a sultry smile. Finally, she wiped the dumbfounded expression off his face with a deep, lingering kiss.