Loud music. It filled her and brought her body alive. The previously consumed alcohol made her release any remaining inhibitions, dancing as if she was the only one in the club. Her movements were fluid. Who would have thought that the bookworm could move in such ways? 'No one had Hogwarts for sure' she mused to herself, allowing a smirk to form on her lips.
Just as she allowed said smirk to appear, her eyes happened lock with another's. The young man approached her with such ease, and without any formal introduction, he led her to continue dancing. Although she wasn't quite positive any one would call it that. His movements mimicked those of a teenage boy with raging hormones. But strangely this didn't bother Hermione, she was having to good a time care.
It was at that moment she felt a presence behind her. 'Probably due to the tight quarters' she thought to herself. Just then she had felt someone rub their hand along her bottom. 'That definitely was no accident'. Caught off guard and somewhat enraged that someone would have the nerve to grope her in public, never mind a complete stranger, she spun around to give them a piece of her mind. Her eyes met dark gray eyes, long blonde hair, and a smirk that couldn't be anything but mischievous.
She was on her way to the library, even though it was the weekend, it was still a great time to get even further ahead on her school work. Even though there weren't any classes, students seemed to fill the corridors through every passage and staircase she took. Hermione was in a daze, she had just had the most perfect afternoon with Ron. He had prepared a light lunch, and brought Hermione down the lake for a picnic. Though he was thick at times, he decidedly did have a heart of gold. As Hermione reflected on her near perfect afternoon, she felt someone sneak up behind her and cop a feel of her behind. Throwing a smile over her shoulder, she looked for Ron's playful, 'I'm innocent' look. Her eyes met cool blue eyes, and fiery red hair. But something was off, Ron didn't have long hair, and feminine curves…
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed "What the…", but she couldn't even finish her sentence. She was entirely confused. Was Ginny playing a joke on her? Were others in on it? And why did the small touch excite her body?
Ginny just looked at Hermione amused. She could see the other girl trying to work out what just happened in her head. Typical Hermione. Ginny let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" Hermione snapped.
"Oh what? Hey, it's ok for girls to do that to other girls. There's nothing wrong with a little experimenting." And with that parting sentence, Ginny sauntered away, knowing that she'd left Hermione Granger completely dumbfounded.
Shaking the memory from her head, Hermione was brought back to reality as she felt an unfamiliar, feminine pair of hands resting on her hips. She had been dancing the entire time with the blonde beauty without realizing it. Their bodies were pressed tightly to one another, the girl had her leg pressed up against Hermione's core, her slow movements lighting a fire in her lower stomach. She looked around for her first partner, but he was nowhere to be seen. 'Poor bloke never had a chance' she thought. Hermione directed her attention to the young woman standing in front of her. She was slightly taller than Hermione and had a body that… well she didn't know how to describe it, but it definitely left her wanting more.
"I'm Emily, and you are…"
"Oh, um Hermione…" she stuttered.
"Well, um Hermione, can I get you a pint?"
Hermione followed her towards the bar, feeling sober enough to know that although she definitely wanted this woman, she did not want a one night stand. But at the same time, she was drunk enough to know she wouldn't stop such an encounter.
At the bar there was only one seat available. Hermione took it, and Emily decided it would be a good idea to part herself right between Hermione's legs. They chatted, pretending to get to know each other, trying to convince themselves that they both didn't only have one specific interested in each other.
Eventually the small touches and not so innocent whispers in one another's ear became too much to handle in the tight confines of the club.
"My flat is a block away" Emily hurriedly whispered.
Nodding, they both made to exit the bar without another word. Before she could even open the padlock, Hermione had slammed Emily against her door and pushed her lips against the other's. When Emily let a small whimper escape her lips, Hermione gave her a taste of her own medicine, grounding her thigh into her center. Once inside, Hermione continued her assault on the other girl. She closed her eyes at the sound of Emily's moan. Briefly she saw that flash of long red hair and cool blue eyes. When they closed the bedroom door, Hermione knew it wouldn't be the same. But she didn't care. At least that's what she told herself.
