A.N: Wow I am becoming popular aren't I? Thankyou my pretties. I'm glad you all enjoy it. I just want to let you know that I'm not a les myself, I just like the idea of slash…can you blame me? Lol. very long chapter :
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters except for those I make up on my own accord.
Chapter 4: Lustful Encounters
Ron stood, open mouthed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the sight before him – involving his sister and his girlfriend. What the ruddy hell was going on?
Ginny cast a sideways glance at Hermione and the two prepared themselves for what was to follow a few seconds later. Ron's face was turning redder by the millisecond.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he boomed, shouting so loud that it easily could've woken the whole fricking castle.
"R-ron seriously I can explain…" Hermione stuttered, withdrawing her hands from around Ginny's waist. Ron advanced upon them and Hermione felt Ginny quiver underneath her…she was scared senseless.
"Explain?" Ron heaved, catching hold of hermione's wrist and pulling her from the bed, "What is there to explain? You're fucking sleeping with my sister!"
Ginny frowned as he saw her brother take hold of Hermione roughly, shaking her, as though that would magically make everything better. She notcied how pale the older girls cheeks had turned. Ginny buttoned up her shirt.
"R-ron please…" Hermione whimpered, but Ron backhanded her quickly to silence her. Hermione gasped, tears forming in her eyes. Before Ron had time to think about what was happening, Ginny had leapt from the bed onto his back and was furiously slamming her fists into his shoulders and neck.
"D-don't talk to her like that!" Ginny scowled, "How dare you hit her!"
"Ow! Bloody hell Ginny! Get off you little twerp!" Ron shouted, waving his arms madly to get Ginny off him. Hermione chuckled, covering her mouth. "It's not funny! Help, get her off before she kills me!"
Hermione reached up and pulled Ginny from Ron's back, holding her tightly around the waist as the younger red-haired vixen still tried to attack her brother. Hermione shook her gently and let go; relieved to find that she stood still.
Ron flattened down his hair.
"Blimey, I thought I was over reacting." He breathed, casting a sideways glance at Hermione. Ginny scowled.
"You damn well deserved it!" She hissed, her face turning purple.
"Ginny!" Ron exploded, "I wasn't the one screwing Draco Malfoy behind everyone's back and then sleeping with my girlfriend was I? How much would you react if you found out I was sleeping with Harry?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow as Ron blushed at his last comment.
"N-not that I am sleeping with Harry," he muttered, "Because I'm not." He added quickly.
"I'm glad," Hermione pointed out. Ron made his way over to Hermione and put his hand on her arm. Ginny was stunned to see she didn't refuse.
"This was all just a silly phase wasn't it?" he whispered, tracing his eyes over her face. "This…girl on girl thing…" Hermione's face fell, her cheeks sallow. Ginny held her breath.
"I-I think so." The older girl mummbled in return. Ginny's mouth fell open, tears welling up in her eyes. Hermione noticed as Ron smirked. "N-no Gin ..i didn't mean I don't care about you…" Hermione tried to say.
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Ginny didn't reply, only turned and walked to the window, her eyes and heart burning. How could Hermione turn her down, after what they'd experienced together? The feelings they had shared…and here Hermione was, acting as though it meant nothing. All because of her damned brother!
"C'mon Gin, lighten up." Ron spoke confidently, his arm wrapped around Hermione's waist. Hermione squirmed slightly inside, feeling terrible. She crinkled her brow as she noticed Ginny move her right hand swiftly across her left wrist.
"No!" she gasped, tearing from Ron's grip as Ginny quivered, leaning against the windowsill. Her left arm gripped the edge of the sill above her and Ron noticed blood leaking down her arm. His face whitened.
"I-I should go. Feeling sick. Won't even ask. Remember I love you 'Mione." He stuttered, now turning green as though he was about to be sick.
"Ok, bye Ron." 'Mione replied, as Ron bolted from the room.
Hermione gripped Ginny's shoulders tightly, ripping the blade from her friends right hand and throwing it through the open window. Ginny's face had paled, her eyes dimmed.
"Ginny what the hell are you doing?" she snarled in her friend's ear, leading Ginny to the bed and telling her to lie upon it. Ginny mummbled, incoherently and motioned for Hermione to shut the door.
Hermione did so with a flick of her wand, before pressing her wand tip to her red-haired friend's left wrist. Instantly the blood was cleared and the wound lessened. Ginny exhaled heavily.
"Y-you said it didn't mean anything…you said you loved my brother…right in front of me. How could you?" Ginny's moaned, tears running down her cheeks.
Hermione leant backwards with a gasp, noticing how pale and sad her friend looked. Hermione cursed herself in her brain…she was the older one, Ginny was her responsibility…and all she was doing was causing her more anguish and pain.
"Y-you said I was your one…"
"Oh be quiet," Hermione whispered, brushing her lips against Ginny's. Too stunned to say anything, Ginny kissed back feeling puzzled. Hermione sat gently on Ginny's hips, intensifying the kiss. Ginny drew back after a moment and coughed into her hand. Hermione felt her forehead.
"You're burning up," she commented, "You're sick."
"W-w..?" Ginny began, confused at the messages Hermione was conveying. Hermione conjured a glass of water and told the younger girl to drink. Then she pointed her wand at Ginny yet again; lowering it beneath the sheets. Ginny gasped as she felt Hermione's wand brush the inside of her thigh. So stunned, Ginny spilt her drink…all down Hermione's top.
"Oh damnit…sorry," Ginny muttered, as Hermione looked down at the mess.
"Never mind," she responded, placing her hands on the base of her own shirt line. There she lifted the shirt upwards, aiming to take it off. Ginny gasped and averted her eyes, but looked back almost instantaniously. Her eyes roamed over Hermione's slightly tanned skin and perfectly rounded breasts cupped in a black lacey bra, "Who says I need the shirt anyway?"
"B-but Ron," Blubbered Ginny, open mouthed at the sight before her. She had so often fantasized about seeing Hermione's beautiful torso, exposed all for herself. She had always imagined Hermione's stomach pressed against her own, as her fingers ran along her side…
"Who gives a damn about him. I'm a good liar y'know.Surely you would've learned that." Hermione said, inching her lips closer to Ginny's. Ginny opened her mouth, her heart feeling lighter. Hermione did like her. She told herself.
The younger girl felt Hermione bite down on her lower lip genltly, running her tounge over it slowly. Ginny quivered under Hermione's hips, as the older girl placed her hands on Ginny's neck.
"Hermione!" called a voice from the common room…an extremely close voice. Hermione jolted away from Ginny, standing and throwing on her shirt. Ginny breathed heavily, from the short contact they'd had with each other.
"I-I'm sorry, I have to go." Hermione informed her, "That'll be Parvati, I arranged to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts late session with her and Dean."
Ginny nodded, still trying to regain breath from her enchanting encounter.
"See you," Ginny breathed, slipping down under the sheets.
"I'll talk later Gin, rest up." Hermione winked and shut the door behind her as she left. As soon as she had gone, Ginny buried her hands in her face and let out a deep sigh. Hermione was so confusing sometimes…
Some hours later Hermione, Ron and Harry padded softly along the corridor, rounding the corner to the Gryffindor portrait hole, returning from the Defence Against the Dark Arts session, scheduled later than planned.
"I thought it was really well prepared, they way he described…" Hermione began, as Harry muttered the password and the three entered the room.
"Not this again 'Mione," Ron groaned, flopping down onto the couch. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I was simply expressing my opinion," she glared at him as she sat down beside him. Harry yawned.
"Well, I'm off to bed. I have Quidditch training in the morning so a good nights rest is required," he winked, smiling at his two friends before him.
"Alright, see you in the morning," Hermione replied, as Harry disappeared up the stairs. She jumped slightly as Ron put his hand on her knee.
"You wanna continue where we left off this morning?" he asked, a devious glint in his eyes. Hermione swallowed heavily, not really wanting to hurt her friends feeling anymore than she already had. She cast a quick glance at the stairwell, to ensure no one was there.
"Sure," she smiled, letting him move closer to her. The warmth from the fire was almost claustrophobic; she loosened the tie around her neck and shivered as she felt Ron untie her hair, letting it fall free of its straining hold.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Ron whispered, running his lips along the exposed part of her neck. Hermione giggled slightly and let Ron guide her onto his hips. His mouth continued along her neck, gently, barely there…his teeth hardly scraped her flesh yet she felt herself shudder as he did so.
Hermione felt his lips press against hers, wantingly and she parted her mouth, allowing him to enter at will. Her hands slipped around his neck and she squirmed as she felt his needy, grasping fingers run up under her skirt, pulling at her stockings. For some reason, she felt…uncomfortable with him…
She gasped softly as he kissed along her collarbone, teasingly, gently…making him kiss even lighter at her noise.
"Hermione is that you? I heard a noi…" a voice from the door way spoke.
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Hermione froze, as Ginny entered the common room, seeing the sight before her. Hermione could see shock plastered all over her face; the younger girl's heart seemed to be breaking right in front of her. Ron seemed oblivious.
"Do you want something?" he asked harshly, "We're kind of busy,"
"I-I realized," Ginny stuttered, colour flooding her cheeks. Hermione slipped from Ron's grasp, stummbling as she tried to make it to Ginny, to explain. Ginny pushed her roughly, "I don't want anythig more to do with you Hermione. Just…stay out of my life…it'll do everyone good."
Hermione was distraught to hear the note of pain and anguish in the younger girl's voice, the girl she truly loved. Before she could say a word in defence, Ginny had turned and sprinted up into her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. Hermione cast a sorrowful glance at Ron, whispered "I'm sorry," and ran to her room; on the verge of tears.
As she flung herself down onto the bed, thoughts crossed her mind. How could she have been so stupid to do that when she wasn't even sure if Ginny was awake? It was a ridiculous thing to do! And now Ginny hated her! She'd try and explain in the morning…
Hermione tried, first thing the next day, to make up with Ginny…wanting to apologize and explain the situation the night beforehand. But Ginny, seemed completely oblivious to Hermione's distressed pleas and ignored her for the next few days. In fact it was almost three weeks before the two spoke at all. Ginny had been shattered…feeling again as though putting her trust in someone she loved would make it all better, only to have them break the trust again…and again.
It didn't mean she didn't think about her older fellow Gryffindor student. Hell, she could think of nothing else. She often ran her eyes, during breakfast time, over Hermione's well shaped legs, up her thighs and lingering on the spot between her legs, the spot which she craved so badly it hurt to think about. Her eyes traced over the older girls sweet neck, which she longed to run her lips against, her elegant face, her deep brunette eyes which seemed to captivate her the moment Hermione turned her eyes on herself. God, Ginny wanted her so badly…but she couldn't give into temptation…seeing as though temptation had betrayed her…again.
Hermione was downright miserable. Not having Ginny to talk to and confide in…it felt as though she had lost a part of herself. Although insisting prefously to Harry and Ron that she was fine, she knew deep within her, that she really ached for the touch of Ginny's skin against hers, or even an accepting glance from her once in a while. But whenever she turned to look into the younger girl's eyes, Hermione found her turn away, anger burning within her blue orbs. Yet Hermione felt more nervous around her these days than with anyone else in the school. She always ran her eyes over Ginny's features when the girl wasn't looking…but she was sure Ginny must've caught her in the act at least a dozen times…Hermione wasn't sure how long this could last.
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Durning the lunch break, Hermione excused herself and strode to he bathroom, pushing open the door and leaning against a toilet doorframe. She'd just narrowly avoided contact with Ron, someone she was trying hard to avoid these days. If only Ginny knew how much she cared…Hermione couldn't concerntrate one scrap in class these days, her mind clustered with thoughts of the captivating young red-head…with her beautiful blue eyes and her stunning figure that would make any boy swoon…Hermione tried to ignore the heat that was growing in between her thighs at the thought of Ginny running her hands across her own bare skin, up along her chest, around her back, through her hair…Hermione's own hand wandered to her chest and she began to gently touch herself, grasping at the shirt as fantasy over took her body…
"Having fun there?" whispered a voice. With a jolt, Hermione spun round, only to face the young red-head she had thought so much about over the last three weeks.
"Y-yes…" Hermione gulped, feeling highly nervous around Ginny at this point, even intimidated…
"Fantasizing about Ron were we?" Ginny asked harshly, causing a hurt look upon Hermione's face.
"No, actually I wasn't…" she replied a little angrily. All her anger vanished as Ginny took a seductive step towards her. Hermione felt her inside go wild with desire…she wanted her so badly…yet she had to twist her fingers together to stop herself.
"You miss me then?" Ginny's voice was low and husky, as she advanced upon the older girl. Hermione bumped into the wall, nervously looking at Ginny.
"O-of course…how could I not."
"You want me?" Ginny whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's cheek and neck. Hermione shivered, Ginny was so close, her lips barely inches from hers, her body millimeters away…She swallowed as Ginny reached up and touched her cheek, licking her lips.
"I-I think you know the answer," Hermione said in a small voice. Ginny pinned Hermione to the wall with her hips; the first contact she had made with Hermione in a few weeks. Jolts shot through Hermione's body as the contact came. Ginny put one hand on the wall behind her and looked into Hermione's deep brown eyes. What did she sense…fear? Arousal? She couldn't tell, but she enjoyed watching Hermione squirm.
"What of my brother?" Ginny breathed, scarcely brushing her lips against the brunette's. Hermione's knees shook involuntarily.
"I-I don't care." Hermione whimpered, as Ginny's fingers slid ever so lightly around her waist. She shuddered, Ginny was toying with her to find out her emotions. She didn't care, she just wanted to feel Ginny's love again, her skin against hers…
"Good…" Ginny purred in her ear, trailing her lips, so they were barely touching her flesh, down the older girls neck.
"God," Ginny heard Hermione moan, almost inaudible.
"Ooh so you do like what you feel," Ginny hissed, her voiced seductive and cold. Hermione wanted her to stop playing with her and just kiss her or do something! She moved her lips to put them to Ginny's but the younger girl held up her finger, restraining her, "Uh uh…patience Miss Granger…"
"To hell with patience!" Hermione snarled forcefully. Ginny turned her eyes upon Hermione's and instantly Hermione fell silent. Ginny was so…over powering sometimes. She felt the younger girl press her hips roughly against hers.
"It'll cost you." Ginny muttered, running her tounge over Hermione's bottom lip.
"Like I give a damn…" Hermione breathed, leaning her head back against the wall.
"Good," Ginny laughed, her eyes hard.
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Ginny inched herself closer, her lips running against Hermione's softly. Hermione's hands went around Ginny's neck as force of habit. Ginny crashed her lips against the older girl's, the encounter fiery and lustful. Hermione gasped as Ginny's teeth nipped at her neck and her lips kissed along her collar bone deeply, fiery. Hermione moved against Ginny's body, both their bodied entwined. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat, Ginny's fingers ran up the inside of her legs…she could hardly speak from the pleasure that was flooding through her body…she need more…
Hermione's fingers were running through Ginny's hair, massaging, softly. She ground against Ginny's hips, taking pleasure in hearing the younger woman gasp. Ginny needily unbuttoned Hermione's shirt, pressing her thigh in between the older woman's leg and running it slowly up and down, wedged in between her legs. Ginny grasped at Hermione's breasts, concealed in their bra, running her thumbs over the exposed flesh of what was available. Hermione bucked herself against Ginny, pleasure overtaking her body as a result of Ginny's leg. The younger girls fingers found their way inside Hermione's underwear and without thinking she brought the older girl down to the ground, inadvertantly pushing her against the wall, this time sitting on her hips.
"Oh god…" Hermione moaned, her fingers grasping at Ginny's shirt as the younger girls fingers swirled in between her legs. "More…please god…"
Ginny enjoyed hearing Hermione's pleasure and ran one of her thumbs along Hermione's sensitive region…Hermione shuddered and found Ginny's lips again with her own, her tounge dancing deeply with the younger woman's. Hermione's back was pressed against the wall, her moans short and sharp as Ginny's fingers worked their magic down below. Hermione, with difficulty, unbuttoned Ginny's shirt and pressed her body closer against hers; thrusting up against her fingers. Ginny's body was on fire with lust and love, she wanted to hear Hermione moan, to hear her scream her name.
"Oh…god…" Hermione's voice was raspy as she repeated what she had said earlier, one of her hands around Ginny's waist, pushing her against the younger woman, one of her hands on Ginny's chest, caressing lazily. The pleasure was over taking her body, her vision blurred as she threw her head back and moaned louder, Ginny pressing her lips against her vibrating throat as moans frequently exited the older woman's mouth. She thrust her hips against Ginny, almost breathless with pleasure as her climax came. Ginny slowed dwn delibertaely, to tease 'Mione.
"D-don't…you dare…" Hermione gasped into her mouth, moving her lips to the nape of Ginny's neck.
"Oh what if I want to?" grinned Ginny evilly. Hermione shuddered as Ginny's breath was hot against her own neck.
Ginny's fingers fulfilled everything Ron could never give her, that special something that only Ginny, with her sweet vanilla scent that captivated Hermione with one sniff, could. She felt herself climaxing, more pleasure overtaking her body, if that was possible. Ginny pushed Hermione up against the wall, the older girl's head thrown back, her hair messily plastered about her neck.
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The bathroom door swung open, Ron and Harry as well as Parvati and Lavender stood there, mouths open as they realized what was happening before them.
"Oh…god Gin…don't…" Hermione gasped, her voice hoarse and husky. Her eyes were closed but she opened them suddenly at the sound of the door opening. Ginny only wriggled her fingers deeper. Hermione squirmed, she wanted to stop…there were others there, "G-gin…you've gotta…ohh…s-sst…G-gin seriously…"
Ron was about to explode, Hermione couldn't bring herself to say the words, the pleasure was so good. She felt all eyes on her and Ginny, obviously they were shocked…she didn't care…she couldn't stop Ginny from what she was doing…
"G-gin please…people…behind…" Hermione wheezed, as Ginny's teeth nipped at the older girl's neck. At the mention of other people Ginny slowed down, unable to draw her fingers from the older girl, unable to pull away from that intoxicating strawberry scent… "Oh god…s-sstop…" Hermione breathed out, grasping at Ginny's back, pushing her against her as she came deeply, exploding inside.
Hermione cleared her throat, her head resting against the wall, her breathing heavy. The people at the door could do nothing but stare…shocked and horrified at what they'd just witnessed. Ginny her hand through her hair, turned to face the four in the doorway with a nasty grin.
"What? Haven't you ever heard of lesbians?"