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Hermione lay in bed. Just the thought of her made her mind go fuzzy, the sight of her made her legs turn to jelly. Her fiery red hair, glowing even brighter in the sun. Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, the chant was building inside of her head. Her hands slowly made their way down Her body, down her stomach and crawling past her underwear. She stroked her already wet pussy, just sticking in a finger and slowly pulling in and out, whispering her name over and over. Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. The brunette was getting sleepy, the exams today had been very stressful on her. She carefully brought her hands back up and quickly stuffed them into her mouth. She sighed, relishing in the taste of herself, wishing she would be able to taste Ginny.
Ginny was in the other part of the dormitory with the fifth years. She was heading off to sleep, thinking of her wonderful, beautiful, bushy haired Hermione. The air around her smelled intoxicatingly good and her sheets were somewhat damp. Ginny cupped her breast in one hand and gently massaged. "Hermione if only you were here...Sweet dreams...I wish you were thinking about me," Ginny whispered into the darkness. Another girl stirred beside her but did not wake. Ginny fell asleep, one hand on her breast, dreaming of her one and only Hermione.
The next day was very sunny and most people spent their time outside, enjoying the fresh air. Lessons were canceled, due to the fact that it had been raining for weeks. Ginny took this as the most opportune moment to use the showers. Everyone was outside, enjoying the weather and she could be alone. Ginny came to the Gryffindor bathrooms. There were changing rooms and a row of sinks with places to store your make-up when getting ready in the morning. Moving into the next room, was a hall, where on both sides were showers. About 15 on each side. They were little compartments with a curtain for privacy that had the Gryffindor emblem on it. Ginny walked to the end of the row, to the very back of the showers and grabbed one there. Just like she had suspected there was no one there. And no one would be in here anytime soon because most people don't shower in the middle of the day.
Ginny decided not to close the curtain, if anyone did happen to come in she could close it, but right now she wasn't going to. She began to strip and hung up her clothes on a peg outside the compartment. She pressed a gold button and a jet of water came rushing out of the head of a lion.
Hermione had been enjoying the beautiful sun and watching the clouds lazily float by when none other then Goyle, one of Malfoy's friends tossed her into the lake. Spluttering she emerged and walked to the bank, dripping wet, seaweed in her hair. Her robes clung to her skin uncomfortably. She grumbled all the way to the castle and made her way to the showers. She was happy when she concluded that no one would be in there, seeing as there all outside. Oh, the look on Goyle's face. Hermione was boiling mad and couldn't wait to get back at them. She would do it somehow. Maybe one of Harry's half-blood prince spells would work. What am I thinking, I'm so irrational. She thought to herself as she entered the bathhouse. She stopped because she heard a shower going. Hermione didn't know what made her do it but she began to creep towards the showers. Whoever it was, they were at the very back of the room, she could see the robes hanging outside.
As she neared she took a closer look at the robes. The name on the inside of the collar said in neat print, "Ginny Weasley" Hermione almost squealed in delight. If she craned her neck a bit further, Ginny had been kind enough to leave to curtain open, she could see her. Hermione didn't even notice she was making a puddle on the floor or that her clothes were rubbing on her skin in a way that should have hurt. She stepped closer and peered around, almost gasping out loud. There she was, in all of her glory, right there for anyone to see. And Hermione got the privilege. Her eyes were closed as she let the water wash over her. Hermione looked hungrily at her ripe breasts, the nipples erect and ready to be sucked. She let her gaze go down further, past her stomach, to her clean shaven pussy. It was one of the most beautiful things Hermione had ever seen. She longed to take a closer look, to have the gorgeous redhead spread her legs for her and moan as she explored her. Suddenly Ginny moaned, snapping Hermione out of her daydream. She saw Ginny's face, dreamy as she reached for one of her breasts and squeezed. She did the same for the other before moving to her pussy. It looked like she was playing with her folds, a smile playing on her lips. She inserted two fingers inside of herself and leaning against the wall of the shower, pumping in and out, in a rhythmic motion, faster and faster. Hermione could feel herself being not only wet from the lake, but from this beauty in front of her. She reached a hand under her underwear and sure enough it was extremely wet. Ginny was moaning louder and Hermione couldn't take it any longer. She ran from the room, because if she'd stayed, she would have surely given up her position.
Anyone in year three or higher had left for a special three day field trip. Everyone that is but Ginny and Hermione. Hermione had wanted to take a jump start on her studies and when Ginny learned Hermione wouldn't be going she said she wasn't either. Hermione had thought she was going to be the only person in the castle besides the first and second years. Oh was she so wrong, Ginny grinned in spite of herself, hoping that this would be the time when she could tell Hermione how she felt. She wasn't sure yet how she was actually going to do it, but she knew it had to be done and she also had an advantage. She knew that Hermione liked her.
It had been a just last night, Ginny had almost gotten the nerve to go into Hermione's dormitory and tell her that she had feelings for her. She climbed the steps slowly, trying not to hyperventilate. Everyone was asleep, except for Hermione. Ginny couldn't see her well, but her bed was shaking and the sheets were making a rustling sound. And Hermione was whispering her name. Ginny had almost ran and jumped up on her bed, but she restrained herself. All in good time.
Hermione was relieved to not be going on the trip. It would give her time to think about how she was ever going to get the nerve to tell Ginny how she felt. Meanwhile, she would replay the images of Ginny over and over, every night in bed, every hour "studying" in the library, ever minute she breathed. She was walking down from the Great Hall to the Library, passing some little first years, when she noticed Ginny going to opposite way. Ginny looked up, noticed her and grinned, giving a small wave and walking in her direction. "Come on, hold it together," Hermione muttered under her breath as she approached.
"Hey Ginny, I didn't know that you were not going on the trip," Hermione said, trying to remember not to blush or reach out a grab her breast like she was so longing to do.
"Hermione, good to see you. I thought I'd get ahead in my studies, what with my O.W.L.S coming up." Ginny smiled, a light pink tinge on her cheeks, she put one hand to her face and tried to stop the blush from spreading anywhere else.
"Well, that's very sensible, good for you," Hermione complimented, all the while imagining her with no clothes on.
"I have too go Hermione, catch you around?" Ginny couldn't bear to be in Hermione's presence. At least not until she could tell her her true feelings, she was afraid they might just slip out.
"Yeah alright see you. And if you need to study for the O.W.L.s I'd be happy to help," Hermione almost smacked her hand to her forehead right that instant. There was no one she could control herself for THAT long.
"Thanks!" Ginny said and ran off, thanking Hermione repeatedly for giving her a great idea.
Dear Hermione,
I'd love to take up your offer to help me study, it would be of great help. Meet me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow at around 7:30 p.m. I do my best work during the evening and this way there will be no distractions.
Thanks so much,
Ginny
Hermione read the note and groaned. This masquerade was going to be hard to keep up.
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