Blame It On Hermione

This is a work of fan fiction, all characters and locations are the property of their respective owners. I just own this story line.

Very important author’s notes: The spark for this lewd tale came from reading Harry Potter. Regardless of whether you like or dislike the movies or books, imagine how exciting it would be to utilize the ability to go back into someone’s memory and observe what happened to them at a certain point in time. These memories are stored in a stone receptacle . . . called a pensieve. A witch or wizard can extract their own memories or another person’s . . . and stores them in the pensieve, and reviews them later. Anyone can examine the memories in the pensieve, which also allows viewers to fully immerse themselves in the memories stored within, much like a magical form of . . . real world virtual reality.

Harry talked Hermione into going into Dumbledore’s office where the wizard kept the pensieve which stored the memories. Having watched the wizard begin the process the day before, he opened the receptacle and the room turned dark . . . except for a bright glowing of green from inside the container.

“Are you ready?

“Uh, huh,” said the attractive girl.

“You said you have a memory with you and Ginny . . . from a couple of years ago?”

“Yeah, but its REAL naughty Harry. And remember . . . I was a bit of a voyeur then . . . rather than a participator,” she teased.

“Doesn’t matter to me . . . especially if Ginny is in it. Just relax and let me take the thread of your memory and place it in the container,” said Harry. Hermione closed her eyes and Harry said a few words of magic. He pulled out a crystal bottle, pointed his wand at her and her lewd memory transferred into the bottle.

Harry tipped the silvery contents into the penseive, where they swirled and shimmered, and suddenly the couple felt themselves leave their feet . . . and begin to fall . . . traveling through whirling darkness and then, quite suddenly; they were blinking in dazzling sunlight. Right in front of them was a younger Hermione and Ginny standing next to each other.

Note to reader: Any time the dialogue or narrative is in parenthesis; we are in the present talking about the past. For instance . . . (“This is soooo embarrassing Harry, but you being a boy . . . you will probably enjoy yourself,” she said, noticing he had already grown a firm and noticeable boner that pressed up against his school robe, as he looked at Ginny. This is what they heard and saw . . .)

“Now I know you’re not gonna like this, Ginny, but I’m your fashion

adviser and I want you to at least listen to me. I want you to consider going without the bra tonight,” said Hermione.

“Hermione! No way!” Ginny blushed demurely at the very thought. Even though her parents weren’t here to oversee her, modesty was part of her upbringing.

“No, listen,” Hermione replied. “I’m not gonna wear one either, and my titties are a little bigger than yours, so you’ll have company. And the whole idea of this party . . . is to get you noticed. Short of doing naked jumping-jacks, nothing gets you noticed by the opposite sex faster . . . than not wearing a bra. Really, Ginny, trust me. They won’t be able to see anything through your blouse!”

“I don’t know. I can’t imagine being without a bra. I’d feel like everybody was staring at my little boobs!”

“Look, it’s up to you. Right now . . . I’m gonna change clothes really quick. I’ll leave you here in the bathroom. Try it without the bra, and see how it makes you feel, and if you don’t like it, you can put the bra back on. But when I come back, Ginny, I’m gonna be hangin’ free!” she laughed.

(Hermione looked over at Harry . . . whose cock was now lewdly bulging straight forward under his black robe. She was becoming very horny . . . and wanted to reach out and grab it, but elected to wait for a few more minutes, because she knew what was about to happen. Her pussy began to leak into her white panties as she watched herself shut the door and focus on her friend in the past. She remembered looking into a peep hole and watching and listening to Ginny. But this was even better because she was able to hear Ginny’s thoughts.)

Ginny thought, “It wouldn’t hurt to try”, so she took off the white blouse she was wearing . . . and then took off her lacy white cotton bra. Next, she quickly put the blouse back on and buttoned it up. It was the first time in a year she had worn a shirt without a bra, since her titties had begun to mature. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. She leaned forward, which caused the shirt to tighten across her chest. The cotton rubbed against her naked nipples, and gave Ginny a little sexual charge.

God that feels so good, she thought, moving her shoulders back and forth. “Hangin’ free,” that’s what Hermione called it. She brushed a hand across her chest, rubbing the fabric against her bare nipples. They immediately felt all tingly, and the tingly sensation raced throughout her body and she felt simply great. Oh, what the heck, she thought. Mommy and daddy would have a cow, but they’re home and can’t see me.