Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1

... lot! I held the book open with one hand and rested it on my knee, and Rick had to lean so close that I could hear him breathing. At the end of each page I turned my head to look at him and see if he had finished too, and when he looked up our faces would be inches apart. I would have given anything at that moment to know the secret sign that movie stars use to let their screen-lovers know they are ready to kiss. After a couple of pages, I was getting sloppy with my book-holding and had allowed the spine to close a little. Without saying anything, Rick reached in and closed his hand around mine, adding the pressure of his own thumb in the fold to open the book wider. Could he hear my breathing? He could hardly miss it; I sounded like a steam engine. Holding my hand and with the backs of his fingers resting lightly on my bare knee, I thought I might explode. I didn’t want that moment to end. When I finished the next page, I was going to open my lips and shut my eyes when I looked up. He was either going to have to kiss me or turn the page his own damn self! But we never got there. “Miss Granger!” The unmistakable sarcastic tones of a school-ground bully; in our case: Alan Chester. Alan thought he was funny, but he wasn’t; he was just an asshole who people laughed at when he was bullying anyone else but them. “Miss Granger,” he repeated, now that he had our attention. “A plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards.” It was a quote from Goblet of ...

... Fire; a passage where Hermione was incensed to read a cruel newspaper article about herself. It was clever wit by Chester’s standards. I froze, loathing rose up inside me like bile; to be teased with one of the few things I truly loved. But Chester wasn’t done. “How’re you doing Ricky?” he sneered. “Casting any spells? Has she done any magic on your wand?” Rick leaped up like he had been bitten. Nobody likes to be the focus of the school bully – I know I sure didn’t – but to be caught by a prick like Alan Chester in the tentative stages of your very first romance; well, some people wouldn’t blame him for what he did next. I’m not one of those people. “Aw, get real, Chester!” he ambled over and chucked him on the shoulder like they were mates. “I was just seeing if she’d fall for it and now you’ve messed it up.” He could have left it there, but no. “And she’s just like Hermione. She’d do every wizard in Hogwarts given half a chance.” Oh Rick. What did you just do? Chester laughed like this was the funniest thing he’d heard all year, rather than the most cruel and stupid and hurtful. He turned and put an arm around Rick and said “Tell me everything, man” as they walked off, leaving me speechless with a half-read novel (which would stay that way) and with tears of rage and shame welling up in my eyes. I spent the period after lunch crying in the girls’ toilets; lucky for me there’s no roll-call in Year 10. At home after school, I spent a few minutes screaming into my pillow, ...