Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1

... was lingering, trying to be the last to leave. Geez, get a hold of yourself Jeannie! He’s a kid! “Miss Granger,” he began, walking up to my desk. “Are you coming to the fair in fancy dress? All the Year 12s will be.” The senior school fair was on next Friday afternoon instead of classes; it was our concession to the fact that we knew none of them would be in class. At least if we offer them some fun in the afternoon then they might take it a bit easier on the booze in the morning and the night before. Sometimes it even worked. That was sweet. Josh was discreetly reminding me that next Friday was Muck-Up Day and not to expect too much homework to be handed in. “Now this isn’t a trick, is it Josh?” I smiled up at him. “I turn up to school, the only one in fancy dress, and you all get a laugh at my expense?” “No Miss Granger,” he looked genuinely mortified. “Honest! Ask anyone.” “I’m messing with you Josh,” I laughed. “I know about the fancy dress tradition.” “Oh!” he looked relieved. “Good. Who are you coming as?” “Well until today,” I said with a smile, “I was going to dust off an old Hermione Granger Red Dress that I had at Uni, but I’m not sure I want to give Craig the ammunition.” “Ohhh, Miss Granger,” he said with genuine awe in his voice. “That would be really ti-i-ight!” “What?” I cried, looking down with concern at my trim waist. “I haven’t put on any weight since Uni.” “No, Miss,” he said earnestly. “Tight means good.” “I thought ‘bad’ meant good,” I said, quite ...

... seriously, my hands still folded protectively over my stomach. “Not anymore,” he shook his head. “’Bad’ is bad again and ‘tight’ is good. And you would look really tight in Hermione’s Red Dress.” Oh my God, my nipples just tingled. This was bad; and I don’t mean bad-as-in-good. I shouldn’t be getting the girly-love-tingles for an eighteen-year-old student, no matter how nicely his tanned skin stretches over his clavicle. Shit! Stop it, Jeannie! You’re getting yourself wet! “Thank you Josh,” I said, resisting the urge to look away as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. “You pay a lovely compliment. Now get going before you miss your next class.” “Yes, Miss Granger,” he smiled at me and sailed out the door. Chapter 1 – A Plain but Ambitious Girl I wasn’t lying about the Goblet of Fire First Edition; I have First Editions of all seven Harry Potter books, courtesy of my father who collected them for me one by one when I was a child. For eleven years I was just plain old Jean Granger; it was Dad who called me Jeannie – often with a snatch of David Bowie’s Jean-Genie – and it was only later that I insisted everybody use it, after J.K Rowling stole my name. It was in 1997 that J.K. Rowling gave the world Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, or – as she was known to the teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – Miss Granger. Hermione Granger, eleven years old, just like me; but a sassy little know-it-all whom we thought we might hate, until she redeemed herself by being a good ...