Authors Note: Sorry to all my readers about Open Door. My father found out about my writings and didn't approve... at ALL. He forced me to delete everything right in front of him, and I had no backup files. I've decided to start a different story... Me hope u liek?
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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Late in the night, Hermione woke up, needing to use the restroom. She gently threw her blanket off of herself and got up off the couch. She was staying at the Burrow for a few weeks during the summer. Blindly, she made her way up the stairs to the bathroom. Light was showing through, but the door was slightly open. It sounded like the shower was running. Maybe someone had used it and left the water running. She walked in and closed the door. Glancing over at the shower, she saw that it was indeed occupied. Ginny sat against the wall of the shower, cupping a breast in one hand, gently rubbing the nipple between her index finger and her thumb. The other hand was occupied with her vagina. Hermione was embarrassed, but terribly needed to relieve herself. She quietly closed the shower curtain and sat down on the toilet. On the other side of the curtain, Ginny let out the occasional moan, which Hermione tried to politely ignore. The moans gradually became more frequent and more lustful. Hermione finished quickly and was just about to walk out the door when she heard "Oh GOD! Yes! ... Please... pl...ease...oooohhhh... HERMIONEEEEE!!" The brunette's eyes flew wide open and she rushed out the door, closing it quickly and quietly behind her.
Ginny slid down to lay in the bottom of the shower, allowing the hot water to rinse her of juices and sweat. Thinking she'd heard something, she tilted her head. "Hm..." she said to herself. "Must've just been the wind." She turned off the shower and dried herself with the towel. She happened to glance over at the toilet and nearly lost her supper. "Someone forgot to flush! That's odd... I could've sworn it was empty when I came in..." Putting on her nightgown and leaving, she noticed she'd forgotten to lock the door when she came in. For that matter, she'd never closed the shower curtain, but it was when she got out... Something odd was going on. If someone had stumbled in, they would have said something, she was sure. She stalked quietly up the stairs and returned to her room, flopping down on the bed, exhausted. For the last few weeks, she'd been sneaking out in the middle of the night, pleasuring herself in the shower, the only place where her moans wouldn't be heard. She had come to terms with the fact that she was a lesbian long ago, and had taken a liking to Hermione, a liking that turned into a borderline obsession. Unfortunately, she knew that the smart, perky brunette would never reciprocate the feeling, and she could only dream of such a relationship. She had become one of Hermione's best friends, but that's all she could ever be. Hermione wanted Ron. She'd said so herself, admitting it timidly in a game of truth or dare in the girl's dorm last year. Somewhere amidst all these thoughts, Ginny drifted off to sleep, completely oblivious to the trauma she'd caused to that smart, perky brunette downstairs.
Hermione squirmed in the couch late into the night. Ginny... her best friend... a lesbian? And worse, a lesbian with a crush on her? Hermione didn't know what to do. She'd never even suspected Ginny, of all people, to be homosexual. She'd seen her stare at Harry all throughout her Hogwarts career, even heard her proclaim her love for Harry two years ago. Ginny seemed like a normal girl, she studied hard... not nearly as hard as Hermione herself, of course, but still, hard enough. She obeyed her parents, and Hermione knew that Molly, if not Arthur, would be completely devastated to find out that Ginny was... gay. Ginny giggled at cute boys passing her through the hall, like any other normal girl. So how could she be gay? Hermione didn't know what to do. What if Ginny talked to her about her love for her? What if Ginny tried to kiss her? Was she using their friendship to get close to her, waiting for the right moment to seduce her? What would she do if Ginny were to approach her? All these thoughts ran through her mind, and then one question that Hermione couldn't believe she even thought. What would it feel like?
The next morning, Hermione was woken early, as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came downstairs. In the foyer, Mrs. Weasley saw her husband off to work, and Mr. Weasley bade her goodbye. Hermione sat up in the couch and stretched, yawning. Grabbing the bag she'd put to one side of the couch, she ascended the stairs and entered the bathroom. Making sure to lock the door, she removed her clothing and stepped into the shower, turning it on. Letting the water stream down her face, she felt refreshed. Grabbing a bar of soap, she lathered herself, scrubbing thoroughly. Rinsing off, she shampooed her hair. Rinsing that, she cranked up the heat. Hermione had been a pretty... pure girl. She'd spent her time on studies and the furthest she'd ever thought into a relationship was a romantic kiss. She'd never even considered pleasuring herself in the past. She'd always believed that the greatest pleasure came in success. For some reason, her logical and moral lines began to blur. Not quite thinking, she slid down into the same position she'd found Ginny in the previous night.
... What would it be like?
In her mind's eye, Ginny stood just outside the shower, naked. Hands on her hips, the redhead stared at her, a slight smile over her face. She sauntered over to Hermione, kneeling down in the shower. Sitting next to the older girl, imaginary Ginny reached over to cup Hermione's breast, flicking a finger over it gently. Her other hand rubbed down Hermione's stomach to her pussy. Hermione's eyes snapped open, and Ginny wasn't there. Her own hand cupped her breast, her fingers dancing over it. Her other hand was snaking over her vagina. Clenching her eyes shut, imaginary Ginny was there once again, gently dipping a finger into the brunette's womanhood. Hermione's breathing quickened as jolts of pure pleasure raced through her entire being. She suddenly realized all she had been missing as her nose was stuck in a book. Those embarrassedly whispered comments in the dark dorm room late at night held more truth than Hermione had ever given credit. The lines between reality and her imagination seemed to blur as ima-Ginny began to rapidly pump her fingers into the center of Hermione's being. After what seemed like five seconds, Hermione let out a scream of pleasure.
Ginny awoke, thinking someone had screamed her name. Shaking her head, she got out of bed and dressed herself for the day. Descending the stairs, she bumped into Hermione, who was coming out of the bathroom. "Good morning, Hermione." She said cheerily.
"Good morning." Hermione replied politely.
She looked so beautiful when her hair was wet. Ginny longed to tell her that, but knew she couldn't say something like that without risking her friendship. "Your hair is pretty." She said. She could settle for that.
"Thank you." Hermione said awkwardly. Ginny wondered if even that small comment had been too much... but how could it? The two of them walked down the stairs to sit at the breakfast table, where everyone else was already waiting. After eating, Ginny and Hermione grabbed their bathing suits and went out to the pond in the garden to swim. They swam for quite a while, the water felt great in the summer heat. Hermione then went to lay on the sand to tan while Ginny continued to swim. Basking in the warmth of the sun, Hermione smiled contentedly. Ginny splashed lightly around the pond, occasionally accidentally wetting Hermione when she got too close to shore. Hermione stared absently at the sky. She felt slightly ashamed for what she'd done in the shower. Her first sexual experience ever and she masturbated to another girl! How had she let circumstances manipulate her like this? Suddenly, she heard a scream from the middle of the pond. Ginny was flailing, her head just above water. She seemed to be drowning, and Hermione leaped into the water, swimming as fast as she could. Grabbing ahold of Ginny, she tried to pull the redhead up. Something had caught a hold of Ginny's leg, and Hermione quickly dove underwater to undo it. Freeing Ginny, Hermione dragged her to shore. She wasn't breathing and her face was turning blue. Immediately, Hermione began to perform CPR. After about five minutes, she put her lips to Ginny's one last time to breathe into her, when Ginny grasped Hermione's neck and locked their lips in a kiss.
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Author's Note: Reviews pl0x? I'll update this more often than I did Open Doors... I pwomise!