This is a romance set after the events of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Ginny and Hermione return to Hogwarts to complete their education together. I'll be adding more chapters in the near future so stay tuned. This is my first time writing and posting fanfiction, so leave a review to let me know if you like it! Hope you enjoy!

Rated M for language, drinking, violence, and explicit sexual themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or story of Harry Potter. That's J K Rowling you're thinking of.

Chapter 1

Ginny half ran up the stairs, trying her best to keep her breathing steady. She could still feel the place on her leg where Hermione had touched her, almost as if her hand was still pressed against it. She felt dizzy, disoriented, as though she was about to faint.

She reached the dormitory and entered to find it mercifully empty. She breathed a sigh of relief and sank into her four-poster bed. Ignoring the tingling sensation lingering on her leg, she rolled onto her back, looking up at the canopy of her bed, thinking.

They had been talking around the fire in the common room after coming up from dinner. Ginny had confided to Hermione that she was frustrated Harry hadn't come back to the school that year, because it would have meant that they would have had so much more time together. Hermione had laid her hand on Ginny's leg to comfort her when Ginny had felt something like an electric jolt run up her body. She didn't understand why a friendly gesture from Hermione would have such an effect on her. The only times she had ever gotten that flustered was when Harry had touched her, whether in passing or during those secluded hours they had spent in and around the castle more than a year ago. She supposed a year of no sex would make her more sensitive to any physical contact, but why Hermione?

They had known each other for years. They had hugged, cried together, and even slept in the same room. They had even seen each other naked on a few occasions.

Ginny's mind wandered to when they had shared a tent at the Quidditch World Cup four years ago.

Hermione had come out of the shower searching for a change of clothes, looking as if she was forcing herself to appear casual while at the same time trying her best to hide her body. Before Ginny had politely looked away, she had seen that Hermione had somewhat larger breasts than her, though she had nonchalantly pressed an arm against them.

Raising her head on her pillow, Ginny lifted the collar of her shirt to peer down at her own breasts. At the moment, she wasn't wearing a bra. She sometimes liked to go a day without one as she was quite proud of her breasts and enjoyed the sensation of the fabric against her bare skin. They were round and perky, and had small, light pink nipples that, she was embarrassed to discover, were slowly hardening under her gaze.

She attempted to relax again, blushing, trying not to think about Hermione, but another memory forced its way into her mind.

It was the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding, just over a year ago, and Ginny was just about to change into her gold bridesmaid dress. It was early in the afternoon, and a ray of bright sunlight was shining through her window, bathing the room in warm light. She was naked and on the point of putting on her underwear when she heard her door open. She turned, hoping to discover Harry watching her, but it was only Hermione. She took one glance at Ginny before covering her eyes with her hands.

"Oh, sorry!" she said hastily. "I didn't mean to, I should have knocked —"

"It's ok," Ginny said, a little disappointed. "Come in. You can lower your hands, I don't really mind."

Hermione complied hesitantly and, blushing a little, went over to her bed where her own gown was lying. She began to take off her clothes while Ginny started getting dressed. The excitement she had felt when she thought Harry had walked in on her naked had faded. They had had virtually no contact over the last couple of days while everyone was preparing for the wedding. It was so maddening to be in the same house together but never get a moment alone.

As she pulled on a pair of lace panties, she caught Hermione stealing covert glances at her out of the corner of her eye.

"What?" she said, turning to face Hermione, her breasts still exposed.

"Huh?"

"Don't 'huh' me, you were just looking at me, weren't you? Were you checking me out or something?" she said with a grin.

Hermione recovered fast.

"Well yes, actually," she said, in a business like tone that threw Ginny off. Before she could respond, however, Hermione elaborated.

"You've got a more athletic body than me. I've always been jealous, it must be nice being so attractive."

"You are attractive. You're cute, your hair is beautiful, especially today, and I don't know anyone half as smart as you are."

Hermione gave a nervous, unconvinced scoff and went back to undressing in order to hide the fact that she was blushing.

"And you've got bigger boobs than me," Ginny added just as Hermione removed her bra, fully exposing them for the first time to her.

Hermione spluttered and blushed harder than ever, turning away from Ginny to hide her chest.

"No, wait," said Ginny, who was rather enjoying teasing Hermione. "Can I see them? We can compare."

Hermione hesitated for a fraction of a second before turning to Ginny, trying to look calm and uncaring, though still a little pink. Ginny walked forward, her arms folded across her own chest, examining Hermione's breasts with keen interest. She hadn't seen another girl's breasts before except in the showers and changing rooms for Quidditch. But those had been mere glances. She had never seen any up close.

Now however, she looked at Hermione's breasts intently, as though she had been given permission to be curious. Hermione's were indeed larger than Ginny's, but not by much. She had nipples that looked like tiny little top hats that we're standing at attention in the cool room.

"They're gorgeous," said Ginny, truthfully. She stood looking at them for a moment, then lowered her arms, exposing her own breasts again. "Alright, what do you think? Be honest."

Hermione looked taken aback at being asked her opinion. She looked from Ginny's face to her breasts, seeming at a loss for words. Ginny merely waited expectantly, half amused, half encouraging.

Hermione gazed at Ginny's chest, taking in every inch before saying, "They look lovely."

She turned abruptly and began to attach her lace bra with every appearance of wanting to leave the room quickly. Before Ginny could respond however, there came a knock at the door, causing both of them to jump.

"Hurry up girls!" came the somewhat muffled voice of Ginny's mother. "The guests are starting to arrive and I want both of you dressed and ready to come down and greet them!"

Back in the present, Ginny blinked and looked down. She had been kneading her breast while her other hand had trailed down her body. She had been pressing against her robes on the spot between her legs. She shifted in her position and was startled to find that her panties had become slightly wet. Her heart rate had gone up and a blush had crept up her face so that she felt hot and giddy all over again.

She removed her hands from her body, still feeling aroused. She lay there for a moment, her body tingling and her face burning. She felt a stab of shame at what she had been doing. She could not believe she had almost masturbated to Hermione, her best friend. Hermione, who had become something of an older sister to her.

She tried to relax by taking slow, deep breaths, but the throbbing between her legs continued. She tried to think about something different to distract her, anything, but it was no use. Her sexual frustration was becoming unbearable. She needed release.

Getting to her feet, she pulled her robes off, unbuttoned her shirt and dropped them in her bag beside her bed. She climbed back under the white linen sheets, wearing only her skirt and panties, and lay face down.

She snaked her hands between the bed and her body, rubbing her bare breasts. Her fingers made tight circles around her nipples, kneading them as best she could in her position. As she did so, she lightly pinched her nipples, sending jolts up and down her body. She let out a soft breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. Her flaming red hair slid to hide her face as she shifted her body.

After a few minutes, she slid a hand down her chest. She thought fleetingly about attempting to take it slow, but as she slipped her hand under her skirt, her hips bucked unconsciously against her hand in excitement. She let out another tense breath as she felt how wet her panties had become.

Her heartbeat quickened and her breath hitched as she pressed her fingers against her damp panties. She started to rub around the spot, first in wide circles, trying to see how long she could avoid touching the center before succumbing to her libido. At the same time, she kept her other hand concentrated on her breast. She squeezed at it, trying to grasp the whole breast before pinching and twisting the nipple. She started to grind her hips into her hand and as she did so, her palm brushed against her wet spot. She let out a muffled moan into her pillow as she felt a small amount of warm fluid escape her, dampening the already wet fabric.

Her brain felt foggy with pleasure. Her breathing became more ragged as her face and body flushed with heat and color.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, she twisted under the covers so she was lying on her back and propped her pillow under her head. She leaned back and raised her hips, sliding her skirt half way down her legs. She lifted the covers to find that her nipples were standing up. Looking between her breasts, she saw the large wet spot darkening her pink panties.

She resumed her attack, first pressing both her hands against her breasts. She let out a gasp as her left hand, which was still wet from her panties, made contact. She stayed on her breasts for few minutes, kneading and pressing her nipples, sending small shocks of pleasure to her brain with each pinch before sliding her hand back down between her legs. Her hips began to buck against her hand again. She rubbed the fabric covering her, pressing down on it with two fingers.

She began to rock in earnest now, grinding against her hand which was slick with her own fluids. She pressed hard against her center, making small noises somewhere between a squeak and a moan.

She moved her right hand to the breast which was still wet from its contact with the hand now buried between her legs. She rubbed her now slick nipple, pressing down on it for a minute. She moved her fingers to her lips and sucked at them, tasting the sweetness of her residual pleasure before returning her hand to her breast. Every few seconds she switched between nipples, first licking her fingers to keep them damp.

She started to pant, grinding harder than ever into her fingers. She was pressing her soaked panties so hard that the fabric was actually entering into her. The friction of the cotton inside her was driving her crazy.

She bit her lip, trying desperately to hold back the moans that were now escaping her. She could feel a rising heat spread across her body and knew she was on the edge. She tried to fix her mind on Harry, his strong muscles and his handsome face. But the image of Hermione came unbidden into her mind. She imagined her walking in on Ginny at this moment. The thought excited her so much that she didn't care if it came true. Then she imagined Hermione stripping off her clothes and joining her, burying her face between Ginny's legs.

Her back arched off the bed as she pressed down hard with her fingers, sending a huge surge to her brain, blocking out everything else. Her breath stuck in her lungs and she opened her mouth in a silent yell. Warm fluid leaked through her panties, soaking her hand. She pinched her nipple and continued to rub her clit energetically. Fluids continued to flow from her, trickling down her panties and soaking the bedsheets under her, but it only heightened her excitement. A blissful feeling of contentment flooded her mind and body as she convulsed and rubbed, riding out her orgasm for as long as she could.

Ginny let out a loud sigh, coming off her high. Her body fell limply back on to the bed. She felt hot and sweaty, not to mention exhausted. Her hand felt a little sore, but she lifted it from her panties, strings of pleasure stretching from the warm fabric to her fingers. They broke as she lifted her hand to her lips and sucked at them, smiling. She savored the taste for a minute then lay back, sliding her fingers lightly around her nipples.

After a few minutes of cooling down, she leaned up into a sitting position. The bedding stuck to her back somewhat as she pulled the covers off. She felt immensely content and sleepy, but she got to her feet, slipped out of her skirt, and took off her panties. Picking up her wand from her bedside table, she cleaned the residue and sweat from herself as well as her panties and bed with a lazy flick. She climbed back in to her now dry, soft bed, not bothering to put on her nightclothes, and was asleep within minutes.