Flaming red hair. Beautifully sculpted legs. Strong, limber muscles from hours spent on the Quidditch pitch. Flat, strong abs. Small, well-rounded and perky breasts, with small, perfect nipples. Skin tanned until it was perfectly bronzed. In many ways, she resembled a Greek goddess. The epitome of beauty.
In her seventh year at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley was in her prime. And as Hermione Granger, Hogwarts alumni, examined her nude body, she licked her lips in appreciation of this. She came up behind her, pressing her lips to the redhead's neck and cupping one of her breasts. Her other hand found its way between her legs, grasping something and stroking it slowly.
That was the other thing about Ginny. She wasn't like the other girls. Since the day she'd been born, she'd had one thing that set her apart. She had a cock. And no mere one, either- A rather large and hard one. It was somewhere in the middle when it came to thickness, and a respectable 7 and a half inches long. For the longest time, it had been a source of shame to Ginny- She'd hidden it from the other girls in her dorm, had refused to shower or even change where there was the slightest chance of being seen. For years, only she and her parents had known about it.
Ginny turned her head, feeling herself harden under the older girl's attentions. She moaned softly, her lips meeting Hermione's. The brunette's hand moved faster, jerking up and down the length of her shaft. Ginny's breath came faster and faster, Hermione's breath hot on her neck. She moved her hand, rubbing Ginny's sensitive glans rapidly. With a barely muffled yell and a jerk of her hips, Ginny came, her semen spurting from her cock and landing in the conveniently located bath.
Finally, in the middle of her fifth year, Ginny had decided enough was enough. Reluctant and desperate, at her wit's end, Ginny had revealed her secret to her best friend Hermione. As was her nature, the bookish girl had immediately cracked open a book to discover exactly what afflicted the adorable redhead. She found some, very brief mentions of it in the most advanced textbooks; even a thorough search of the Restricted Section had turned up nothing.
Ginny turned, wrapping her arms around her lover and pulling them both back into the steaming water where Ginny's cum swirled and slowly mixed with the water. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues meeting and twining around eachother. Ginny's dominant nature took over, and she bore Hermione to the edge of the tub, crushing her mouth to hers, her fingers wandering down until they found the deliciously moist folds between Hermione's legs, pressing and rubbing against them. She felt herself growing hard again, her skin slick with the hot water.
Hermione had run into a dead end at Hogwarts. It was only after she had graduated that she had discovered that- surprisingly- it was the muggles who knew the most about this condition. They called it futanari. A simple web search turned up more information than two years of research at the school- as well as some other things. Some very interesting things.
Hermione wrapped her long, slim legs around Ginny's waist, pulling herself up until her breasts hung in Ginny's face. She wasted no time in latching on to one with her teeth, scraping and sucking gently, eliciting moans from the brunette. Ginny's throbbing erection pressed into Hermione's stomach, reminding her of her increasingly urgent need down south. Ginny shifted so as to rub her shaft along Hermione's soft folds, teasing her terribly.
Hermione had gathered all her information and shot off to Hogwarts at once. Occasionally, an arrangement was made at the school where an alumni could stay in a special dorm to assist in a class or general research. They hadn't even questioned why the brilliant Hermione needed one. She had met Ginny that same day, sharing with her all that she had learned. The redhead had been devastated to learn that nothing could be done for it.
Hermione fought for breath, her aching pussy screaming for relief. She needed Ginny inside her, now. She moaned and shifted her hips, spreading her juices all along Ginny's shaft. Ginny grinned, her beautiful face flushed with passion, and plunged deep into her lover. Hermione yelped, riding her lover's cock hard and fast. Ginny grunted as she pounded into her, her fingernails digging into Hermione's soft buttocks. They moaned together, an animal noise of pure passion.
It had been then, watching Ginny realize that she would be stuck with her abnormality forever, that Hermione had finally worked up the courage to do something she'd wanted to do for a long time. She'd taken Ginny in her arms and kissed her, right then and there. After that, things had escalated and they were now in a fully-blown relationship. They met at least once a day, whether "chance" encounters in the Prefect's Bathroom- like this one- or merely Ginny sneaking into Hermione's dorm.
Ginny moved faster and faster, feeling the pleasure build in the form of pressure behind her cock. Hermione's inner walls gripped her shaft, squeezing it tight. The brunette threw her head back, in bliss from the feeling. Ginny slammed into her as hard as she could, sending Hermione crashing into an orgasm and coming herself as she felt Hermione tighten around her. The scream of their shared orgasm echoed around the Prefect's Bathroom.
Their relationship was a secret- for now. Hermione was a clever one. No one could possibly suspect a thing, for what could they possibly have seen? Two well-known best friends, talking over breakfast? Spending time together? No one knew. Ginny wanted to announce their love to the world, but Hermione was reluctant. It would only get Ginny in trouble if anyone knew of their relationship.
It was only here, in private, that the pair could enjoy the simple gesture of holding hands; it was only alone that they could do something so simple as rest together, cuddling. They rested together for quite some time, simply enjoying being near each other. Eventually it grew late, and the time came for them to return to their separate dorms.
"You'd best be scurrying off, love," Hermione said, pulling her clothes back on and giving Ginny a kiss on the cheek. Ginny grimaced.
"If I have to," she said reluctantly, embracing Hermione before exiting the room. Hermione stayed behind, taking her time for the sake of appearances. Finally she exited the Prefect's Bathroom, giving a nod to the moving picture of an only slightly more than naked mermaid on the wall. The alumni dorm was located behind an obscure portrait off of the grand staircase; a life size version of Albus Dumbledore. His portrait had been commissioned after his death at the hands of Severus Snape in Hermione's sixth year. The password was "lemon drops." Saying it always brought a pang to her chest as she remembered him.
She was currently the only occupant of the alumni dorms, and as such had her pick of rooms. So she'd picked the one at the very top of one of Hogwarts multiple turrets, with a panoramic view and a large four-poster bed. Hermione entered the room, locking the door shut behind her and tossing her bag in the corner. She used to be so neat; now she just tossed things on the ground without a second thought. Granted, she cleaned it up the next day, but still- she viewed it as progress.
Finally, she turned and pulled open the curtain around her bed. A grinning, completely nude and sexy flaming redhead lay stretched out on her bed. Hermione was baffled. "H-How did you get in here?!" She stammered, taken aback. Ginny merely pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.
"Quite wise, that picture of Dumbledore," she said, winking and pulling Hermione into the bed. They snuggled together under the covers, Ginny tucked against Hermione's chest snugly. They fell asleep like that.