All these characters belong to J.K Rowling. I'm simply experimenting with them.
Rated M. Hermione/Ginny. Enjoy! And don't forget to please comment and rate, thanks.
The steam from the boiling cup of coffee, which was neglected on the table with beads of perspiration running across the side of its smooth surface, fogged up the kitchen window, while the billowing green curtains waved their greetings to the early risers. The coffee pot beeped, warning that it was now finished and the sizzling eggs on the fryer shivered with delight while the tired young girl with bushy brown hair sat hunched over a school book, reading intently.
The kindly plump woman with bright red hair hurried to the eggs and with a warm smile, greeted the teenager, asking how many eggs she would want, since there was plenty to go around. The girl mumbled something that sounded like 'not hungry' but the woman sternly insisted that the girl eat breakfast.
"No, really, I'm fine," the girl said politely, trying to smile, but she was far too exhausted to even raise her head to the woman, which seemed quite rude, but, only when the woman continued to insist, finally gave in as her stomach betrayingly growled with immense hunger. The woman gave her an approving smile as she placed the large plate with eggs heaped high, next to the pile of warm pancakes. "All this?—Thanks." No point in arguing.
The eggs and pancakes were gone within minutes along with the strong cup of coffee. Hermione held back a belch, that was fighting to escape, clutched her book, and headed sluggishly to the room she shared with her best friend's sister, Ginny; who greeted her from her neatly-made bed. "How are you, Hermione? Did Mother force you to eat the entire family's meal?"
"Fine," was Hermione's rather lame reply, she decided to only answer the first question since the latter was quite obvious. "I could be better, I guess."
"Cheer up! In a couple of days it will be Christmas!" Ginny brightly reminded her. "Go shower up, you look like a wreck, no offense." Hermione would've been deeply offended, had it not been true, but by the looks of her messy hair (which was messier than usual), her rather dirty clothes, her un-brushed teeth, and the dark circles underneath her eyes—she knew it was an honest statement.
"The door lock is broken…" Hermione pointed out, rather accusingly even though there was no need to be.
"Don't worry," Ginny said cheerfully with a rather friendly smile and a reassuring voice, "I'll keep guard—no one will get past me." Hermione could not doubt—nor question—this, for Ginny was rather famous at school for the crafty hex she was known for. She even used it on her older brothers when they got on her nerves. She was even better at that hex than Hermione was, and Hermione was the best student in the entire school!
"Alright," Hermione said, convinced that she could trust Ginny to keep watch instead of letting anyone get past. "Can I borrow your striped shirt?"
"Sure, go for it, it's over there in the closet." Ginny pointed to the closet at the other side of the compact room, where the little amount of clothes she owned was laying strewn about. "Sorry if it's a bit wrinkled," she apologized, hoping the older girl wouldn't think she was the worst slob in the world. But all the other girl did was breathe a quick thanks and stagger tiredly to the bathroom. When the door shut, Ginny sat quietly in front of it, waiting as she impatiently tugged at a stand of fiery red hair.
Ginny wouldn't have believed that Hermione sang in the shower if she hadn't heard it with her own ears. She pressed her head against the door as she listened—she'd never realized what a beautiful voice Hermione had. Soon over the pounding shower she could no longer hear the song, so she opened the door a crack, to hear.
Her eyes grew wide at the unexpected gorgeous sight that met them; long slender legs, elegant hips, abundant breasts, full rear, and a sensitive pink vulva with well a groomed patch of hair, so unlike her own scraggly bush of scarlet curls.
Ginny thought she was going to come, as she saw Hermione wash her tender breasts with suds and couldn't stop staring at Hermione's erected nipples that stood out half an inch in the freezing water. It was all Ginny could do from running in there and sucking them. Her greedy, lustful eyes scanned every centimeter of Hermione's graceful body, and Hermione was none the wiser.
As she bent over to retrieve the soap that had slipped from her grasp and onto the floor, Ginny could see the pink lips peeking from behind, underneath her buttocks and finally came in her underwear. She looked down at the wet spot on her pants and noticed that her right hand had found its way into her underwear as she was subconsciously rubbing herself, thick goo clinging to her quick fingers. She quickly pulled it out and blushed, her face blending with her hair.
Gently closing the door as to not alert Hermione that it had been open at all, Ginny sat on the floor with her back leaning against the door as she wondered what had just happened. What HAD just happened?
She grabbed out a book that she had read countless amounts of times—a book about her most favorite sport in the world—as she waited, when finally the door opened and a refreshed looking Hermione walked out, looking happier than she had prior to the shower.
"Thank you, Gin! I really appreciate it, I feel loads better now!" she said, thanking her from her heart with the most appreciative voice she'd had in weeks. No, thank YOU, thought Ginny to herself, as she felt something small, but hard press against the inside of each bra cup. She smiled warmly at her friend.
"Your welcome," Ginny managed with a bright smile, as she held out a bottle of lotion to her friend. She wished she could rub the lotion all over her friend's beautiful body...
"Thanks!" Hermione said, interrupting Ginny's thoughts. All Ginny could do was nod, for she was definitely tounge-tied. She scurried to the room while Hermione put the small bottle into her pocket and headed for the front door.