Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters and their personalities, nor do I own the Burrow. I am only responsible for the following idea.
Hermione lay in the room Ginny and she shared at the Burrow dreading the moment when she would have to confront her friend. After Harry had placed her on the kitchen table Mrs. Weasley instantly went to work on diagnosing the type of snake venom present in Ginny's blood. With a wave of her wand and a few choice words Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently, the snake which had bitten Ginny was not poisonous.
Hermione tried her best to appear just as relieved as everyone else even though her insides were shaking from excitement, lust and confusion. All Hermione wanted to do was escape up to her room and avoid Ginny. Afraid that someone would think too much of her absence Hermione forced herself to endure a painfully slow dinner, which normally would have lifted her spirits.
Throughout the meal Hermione, who sat the farthest away from Ginny as possible, avoided the redhead's eyes entirely. Hermione could feel her friend's eyes boring into hers on several occasions and resisted the urge to look up. Even though she tried to avoid Ginny's eyes, Hermione could not take her mind off the garden scene.
The moment Hermione finished eating she excused herself and raced up the stairs, burying her self under the covers to try and rid her mind of any thought. However, it didn't take long for Hermione to hear three familiar voices on the stairs. Not wanting Harry or Ron to think something was wrong she emerged from the covers and grabbed the nearest book.
The door opened just as Hermione resettled herself and pretended to be deeply engaged. Ron entered first, followed by Harry and Ginny who cuddled up on the bed opposite to Hermione's while Ron sat at Hermione's feet. Once they were all settled comfortably Hermione waited for the conversation that would never come. They were all unnaturally silent and Hermione's insides went cold when she considered the possibility of Ginny sharing what had happened in the garden.
When Mrs. Weasley popped in to inform the boys it was time for bed she found them that same way. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief – they had stayed for exactly 27 minutes in complete silence. Hermione turned back to her books hoping Ginny would take the hint. She didn't.
"I didn't tell anyone."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, pretending not to care, never letting her eyes leave the book.
"I didn't tell anyone about your muggle remedy, either."
Hermione could almost hear the laughter in her voice and she knew Ginny would notice the bluish that crept onto her checks. Hermione nodded praying Ginny would get this hint, she didn't.
"You'll never fool me Hermione! You've been staring at the same page since we all walked in here!" Ginny said stomping her foot, all playfulness gone.
Hermione, realizing defeat, threw the book aside and stared into the eyes that she had avoided for the better part of the night. Hermione instantly opened her mouth to apologize but before she could utter a word Ginny's mouth was suddenly on hers. Her tongue instantly found Hermione's and massaged it slowly as she waited for her friend to respond. It didn't take long.
The moment Ginny's mouth touched Hermione's she was instantly brought back to the garden scene they shared earlier. A new wave of passion rose up from Hermione's body but ignoring it she pushed Ginny away from her by sheer will power. Ginny stumbled back surprised by Hermione's actions. She didn't understand Hermione's sudden coldness but when she stepped away and saw her face she clearly understood. Knowing her inexperience and taking into account the fear clearly written across her friend's face Ginny began to undress. Hermione's fear of uncertainty quickly turned to out right shock as the red head tossed her clothes to the side and stood in only white knickers and a peach bra.
Ginny's knees folded against the bed as she crawled to where Hermione sat rooted to her spot. Her eyes stayed with Ginny's as she perched herself onto her lap. Ginny wiggled on Hermione's lap until she had comfortably folded her legs around the other girl's thighs. Hermione recognized the familiar smell of Ginny's sex and suddenly found herself gripping her things, her fingers digging into Ginny's pale, freckled skin.
Ginny's hand cupped Hermione's face as she leaned down and began to slowly kiss her. This time, Hermione responded without pushing her away. Her fingers began to massage what she held and soon began to travel shyly along her skin to cup Ginny's bum. Ginny moaned into the kiss as she arched her body against Hermione's.
Hermione's hands began to act on their own accord as they roamed up Ginny's side and back pausing momentarily to dig into a muscle that would cause her to moan and arch over and over again. Hermione's hands connected with the clasp of her bra and she easily unhooked it.
Ginny broke free from the kiss and slide her arms out of the straps. Before she could bend down and recapture Hermione's lips, Hermione had already leaned forward and hungrily found Ginny's breast with her mouth. Ginny threw her head back, her thick red locks falling below her waist, as Hermione's tongue began it's teasing.
Ginny's hands wrapped around the brunette's head and pushed her head harder against her body, inviting her to suck harder, which Hermione did readily. Ginny rolled her head forward as Hermione licked her way across her small valley to the other nipple. A groan escaped Ginny's lips when she found Hermione staring up at her, the brunette's eyes wide and filled with a virgin passion Ginny could easily recall.
Ginny bent her head down and kissed Hermione as her hands began unbuttoning her pants. Once they were unclasped Ginny grabbed hold of Hermione and twisted around so Ginny was now on the bottom and Hermione was able to take her pants off without breaking the kiss. Hermione even surprised Ginny by not backing away from what they had started now that she was on top and had a clear route to escape.
Hermione had only a slight idea that positions had changed. The only thing she was certain of was that her pants had come off and the fire like blood that was pulsing throughout her body. Even though she had never experienced anything remotely like this she knew the only way to keep that fire pumping was to continue kissing Ginny, and at that moment it was the only important thing to Hermione.
Hermione's hands rolled down Ginny's shoulders as she pushed the redhead's body into the wall, not caring if it was hurting her. Hermione remembered in the garden when her finger had only temporarily entered Ginny's folds and suddenly she found herself craving the warm juicy feeling that would envelope her knuckle deep. Her hands began their decent downward, she didn't know how to tease the skin with her fingertips, and didn't want to try in case she turned out looking like a fool. Instead, her finger's instantly found the band of Ginny's underwear and slipped underneath the elastic band.
Ginny began squirming underneath Hermione as she repositioned herself laying down, her legs open and waiting for Hermione to continue. Hermione's hand stayed in between Ginny's thighs, easily finding the little nub that had been pointed out to her previously. Her fingers began to massage Ginny's clit slowly as her mouth worked along Ginny's collarbone. Ginny's hips bucked wildly as Hermione's fingers began were she was forced to stop when they were interrupted earlier. Her body rocked against Ginny's as the motion took over and her insides began to burn with want.
Hermione began to bit and suck harder as the uncontrolled passion over took her body. She stretched her hand out and began stroking the entire length of Ginny's soft folds. Her fingers brushed against Ginny's entrance, causing Ginny to arch her back bring her nipple into Hermione waiting mouth. Hermione's teeth clamped down on Ginny's erect nipple just as she slide two fingers into her wet center.
Ginny bucked wildly as Hermione began pumping her fingers in and out, slowly at first than faster, harder keeping rhythm with every pant and gasp that escaped Ginny's lips. Unconsciously Hermione hooked her fingers and found a plush bed of flesh that caused Ginny to grunt and rock her hips to meet Hermione's rhythm.
Hermione flattened her palm and continued pumping her fingers not realizing that she was stimulating Ginny's G-spot and clit at the same time. Ginny moaned again, her back arching and toes curling, as she felt her nerves ignite beneath Hermione's finger tips. Hermione felt her friend's legs begin to tremble and paused to look up at her, making sure she wasn't doing anything wrong. As soon as her fingers stopped their movement Ginny spoke between deep groans of want.
"God no, Her…mione, don't st-stop now."
Smiling at her reaction Hermione went back to the stroking she had paused. It didn't take long for Ginny's inner muscles to clench around Hermione's knuckles as juices spilled out from small openings at Ginny's entrance, coating Hermione's hands with think cum which spread along her lips and inner thighs. Hermione continued pumping her fingers as Ginny came down from her orgasm. She rotated her face to capture her friend's mouth with hers. As they were kissing Ginny began to sit up, changing positions once again, when Hermione saw what Ginny wanted this time, she hesitated.
Ginny slid her hand down Hermione's knickers where a pool of cum had already leaked out of her untouched opening. Fingering her delicately and licking Hermione's ear at the same time had the brunette nodding wordlessly to Ginny's want. Ginny lay down on the bed again, using her hands to direct Hermione's bum and position her sex over her mouth. Hermione gasped as Ginny's tongue darted over the outer regions of her moist lips. Taking the opportunity of Hermione's surprise Ginny's hands ran up her back and gave a powerful push, forcing Hermione to bend over so her mouth was directing on Ginny's clit, also.
With Hermione bending over properly now Ginny took advantage of the new angle now that she was laying down completely and covered Hermione's sex completely with her mouth. Her tongue penetrated the soft folds and ran along the length between her clit and the small hole that lay hidden behind soft folds of pink skin. Hermione followed Ginny's example and placed her own mouth of the girl's sex, copying her movements while she licked up the cum that had spread everywhere.
Ginny paid close attention to the moans and pants Hermione made while licking her thighs, knowing that her friend only needed one good push to be sent over the edge. Reaching around the thigh that lay on the side of her head she inserted one finger deep into Hermione's sex, careful and slow not wanting to break Hermione's hymen. As soon as she felt her finger deep enough, Ginny hooked it and began prodding her finger rhythmically as her tongue flicked Hermione's clit around in her mouth.
Hermione was so caught up in the way her insides burned with want - her legs shaking in passion, toes curling so hard her calf muscles were becoming sore – she didn't notice she had stopped pleasing Ginny as well. Instead, her head lay nested in the dip where Ginny' stomach and hips meet her thighs while the redhead beneath drove her nerves to the edge. Hermione's hands gripped Ginny's thighs as her body started to convulse. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted in a silent moan as Ginny never ceased her tongue and finger movement knowing she was driving Hermione to orgasm. As the spasm took over her body Ginny flicked her tongue harder as she removed her finger allowing Hermione's juices to fall across her lips, which she eagerly licked up.
When Hermione calmed down she giggled as she heard the smacking noises Ginny made while lapping up her juices. Shifting her weight so she would free Ginny from underneath her body she propped herself up on all fours as the young girl wriggled out from underneath. As soon as she was out she planted kisses over Hermione's face letting her tongue share the taste of her own juices. Hermione, who was exhausted, lay on the bed wanting her night's rest. Ginny smiling down at the girl allowing her to get settled before she slide into the space under her arm, curling herself against her body and resting her head against Hermione's collarbone as sleep over took the both of them.
As the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms they never noticed a hole in the ceiling directly above Hermione's bed, one bottle green eye peering down at them. The hand belonging to it, deep in the owners pants – covered with fresh cum.
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Yes, yes.. I know just a little bit of an evil ending. But if you've enjoyed this one let me know and I'll get on writing the third part (after exams). If you haven't figured it out yet it will be a threesome HG/HP/GW
