Chapter 4
Back in the changing rooms, the atmosphere was jubilant. As it turned out, they had won by a margin of 220 points, giving them a considerable lead early in the season. Ginny had been too preoccupied during the match to pay any attention to the commentary. She beamed around at her celebrating team with pride before heading into the girls changing room with the other girls. They talked and laughed as they pulled off their Quidditch robes.
Ginny lolled behind, deliberately taking her time removing her gloves. She was soaking wet, and tried to look as natural as she could. Finally, she heard them leave behind her, closing the door.
She stripped off as quickly as she could. When she removed her pants, she paused, reaching down to touch her panties. They were completely soaked through. The inside of her thighs were wet from the pleasure that had trickled down. She separated her legs, watching as a few thin ropes of fluid stretched between them. She slid her fingers up and down her panties, letting out a soft sigh. She shuddered and brought her hand up to her lips, grinning slightly as she sucked the tips of her fingers.
A sudden noise behind her made her jump. She turned just in time to see a mane of bushy brown hair as Hermione ran to her, hugging Ginny for the second time.
Ginny stiffened, her heart jumping into her throat as she flushed with embarrassment. She simply stood there in her drenched panties, pleasure still rolling gently down her legs as Hermione embraced her.
"You were brilliant, Ginny! You could give Harry a run for his money!" she said, releasing her and stepping back. Ginny resisted the urge to look down to see if any of her wetness had come off on Hermione's robes.
"Yeah, I... thanks," she managed to say. She willed Hermione not to look down at her wet panties as she felt her pussy give a tired throb. She started to sweat, feeling weak at the knees.
Hermione's smile faltered.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "I don't have another boob hanging out, do I?" she said, her grin returning.
"Oh, uh, no," she said, waving a hand and trying to grin back. "It's nothing, I just..."
She was saved the necessity of coming up with an excuse by the arrival of one of her Chasers in the doorway.
"Come on Ginny! Party up in the common room!" she called, darting back out to join everyone else.
Ginny turned around, hastily hiding her front from Hermione. Under the pretense of searching for clothes, she bent, praying her wetness hadn't spread behind her, and began to pull out clothes from her bag.
"You go on, I've got to change. I'll see you up there!" She said, turning her head to smile at Hermione, hoping the finality in her voice would persuade her to leave.
To her immense relief, Hermione smiled back and walked out of the changing room.
Ginny let out a long shuddering breath. She wiped her hand on her slightly sweaty forehead. She bent over and pulled her panties down, sliding them along her wet legs.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," came Hermione's voice from the doorway.
Ginny stumbled and fell forward into the lockers with a crash. She frantically yanked her panties up over herself and turned, her face burning.
Hermione let out a quickly stifled giggle and shut her eyes before saying, "I think I'll stop by the kitchens to get some food and drinks for the party, so I'll catch up with you a later." She left the room, smiling.
Ginny waited a moment, then walked to the door. She closed it and let out a shaky breath, feeling her heart continue to throb in her chest. Once she had calmed down, she walked back to her bag.
Ginny arrived in the common room several minutes later to find it in full swing. As she climbed through the portrait hole, the people nearest it cheered and applauded her. She grinned at everyone and slid through the crowd of people.
She chatted and joked with her friends and teammates for about ten minutes before Hermione finally came through the portrait hole, carrying her beaded bag. She looked around and, after locating Ginny, made her way through the crowd to her.
"Ok, I got Butterbeer, Pumpkin Juice, Cauldron cakes, a few things from Honeydukes. I know how much you love their chocolates, so I got a lot..."
She pulled bottles and variously wrapped candies and food from the depths of her bag, passing them around slowly. As the people nearest them realized food had arrived they started to swarm around Hermione, jostling her. Ginny got to her feet, but Hermione seemed to give up on pulling things out manually and pointed her wand into her bag. Everything she had picked up in the kitchens came flying out and landed on a nearby table. The crowd around her moved off and she sat down next to Ginny, passing her a Butterbeer and opening her own.
The party lasted all day. Ginny and Hermione stayed together for the majority of its duration, enjoying each other's company. Hermione got into a long, heated tournament of Exploding Snap that took place in the middle of the common room. She wasn't amazing at it, but she managed to stay in for several rounds, her face glowing with color as the crowd cheered. Ginny was soon full to the bursting point from eating so many snacks and drinking so many Butterbeers. Several hours in, someone brought out a wireless and started to play music. Ginny danced with everybody else, bumping up against people until she found Hermione. They danced for a long while, laughing and giggling.
Dusk began to fall outside and the common room emptied slightly as a few people traipsed up to bed. Ginny was not remotely tired. Her head felt a little fuzzy from the bottles of Butterbeer she had drank over the last few hours, and she was still hopped up on sugar.
She felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see Hermione beckoning her out of the dancing group of people. She followed behind her, sliding out of the crowd. Hermione put her hands on her knees, grinning at Ginny as she caught her breath.
"I feel a little dizzy," she gasped. "I don't think I can dance anymore."
"Yeah?" said Ginny, patting her on her back. "What, used to reading during parties?"
"Oh, ha ha," said Hermione, brushing her hair out of her face. "I can enjoy myself, I'm just worn out."
They stood for a moment, watching the people around them. Both their faces had a rosy flush growing high on their cheeks.
"God I'm thirsty," said Ginny, looking around.
"Want to grab a Butterbeer?"
Ginny laughed. "I've probably had more Butterbeer tonight than anyone in here. Nah, I'd love something different."
Hermione's face lit up in a grin as she grabbed Ginny's hand.
"Here, come with me," she said.
For one heart stopping moment, Ginny thought she was going to lead her up to their dormitory. She imagined Hermione locking the door, pushing Ginny's head between her legs and begging her to drink her sweet pleasure. Then she saw that Hermione was pulling her to the portrait hole. She let out a sigh and felt herself blush a little.
As they climbed out of the portrait hole, they heard a slow song start up behind them. Some people darted out of the crowd looking scared, but more joined in, grabbing a partner and swaying on the spot.
"Aww, I'd have liked to dance to that," moaned Hermione as they closed the portrait behind them.
"Really? But you wouldn't have a partner."
Hermione turned to her, her eyebrows raised. "Yes I would, I have you."
Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Hermione. They stood for a second, both blushing a little.
"Really? But... I'm a girl," said Ginny. She mentally punched herself. Shut up, she thought angrily, she offers to slow dance with you and you question it?
"So?" asked Hermione. "Who else would I dance with?"
Ginny had no reply. She was still blushing, half flattered, half aroused.
"Here, follow me," Hermione said again, and she took off down the corridor.
"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, keeping up with her. It was already dark out and if they were caught, they would be in detention. It was most unlike Hermione to suggest they break school rules, but Ginny wasn't complaining.
"You'll see," Hermione whispered as she peered around the corner.
"Here, we can use this," said Ginny. She rummaged in the pocket of her robes and pulled out the Marauders Map. She handed it to Hermione, who stared at it.
"Where did you—"
"Harry gave it to me. Said I'd get more use out of it."
Hermione beamed and, tapping the map, muttered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
She peered down at the dots moving around the school for a moment before motioning to Ginny. They took off down the corridor, making as little noise as possible. As they ran, Ginny watched Hermione. Her brown curls bounced and fluttered behind her, shimmering softly whenever they passed a torch. She looked down at her hips, mesmerized. They swayed with every step, drawing her gaze. She felt herself getting hot in the face, but kept her eyes fixed on Hermione as they ran.
They went down several floors, stopping every now and then for Hermione to check the map. They met nobody on their way and got to the entrance hall within minutes.
Ginny had no idea where Hermione was taking her, but she didn't care as long as they were doing whatever they were doing together. However, as Hermione turned down a corridor next to the Great Hall, Ginny began to realize where they were headed. Sure enough, when they had gone halfway down the corridor, Hermione came to a stop in front of a large portrait of a bowl of fruit.
She tickled a pear which giggled and turned into a door knob. Ginny climbed in after Hermione and found herself standing in the kitchens. It was a large room proportioned exactly like the Hall above it, and was full of gleaming pots and plates. At once, a few house-elves came bustling over to them, carrying a bottle and some glasses.
"Well," said Hermione motioning to the small creatures. "You said you wanted something different. When I came up here and asked for some drinks, they offered me this, but I said to hold on to it in case I came back. I didn't feel it would be right to let all the younger kids get their hands on it."
It was a large bottle of Firewhisky. Ginny beamed at Hermione.
"You sneaky little... You got this for me? What's gotten into you?" She smiled widely at Hermione in surprise.
"Well," she said, looking bashful, but pleased with herself. "Not just you, I... I thought some of the seventh years might like some."
"Bullshit, you're trying to hit on me!" she laughed, punching Hermione on the arm.
"I am not! I just thought you might like... I mean, you did ask for something different to drink, and I remembered they had some, so I thought—"
Ginny interrupted her by giving a swift hug.
"Thank you." she said. She held her for a moment, enjoying the physical contact before she pulled away.
She reached down and took the large bottle of orangeish liquid and two glasses. They thanked the house-elves and left the kitchen.
"Alright, let's head back," said Ginny.
"No, wait," said Hermione grabbing Ginny's arm. "We can't drink this in the common room, the, uhh, the others would hog it all. Let's go somewhere private. We can try a glass or two first and then head up."
Ginny could tell this wasn't the real reason why she wanted to drink away from the common room. She knew perfectly well that Hermione could hide the bottle in her bag. Maybe she was scared of how she would act under its influence, and she trusted Ginny to keep an eye on her? She raised no objections. The prospect of drinking alone with Hermione in an unused classroom at night was so deeply tempting.
"Ok, lets head up a few floors, there's a nice unused classroom on the fourth floor. It's really secluded, no goes in there."
She had spoken without thinking. That was one of the best classrooms she had found to go masturbating in. It was far enough from any of the teacher's offices that she had been able to moan out loud without fear of being heard. No one had yet to disturb her when she was there, and it was probably the classroom she spent most of her time in, closely followed by the Room of Requirement.
She preferred the classroom to the Room of Requirement because it somehow felt like cheating to use a hidden, magically sealed room that could instantly provide her with everything to satisfy her sexual needs. It was good for a quick getaway, but she preferred the classroom for long nighttime sessions. She enjoyed masturbating in a regular room with regular objects when anyone could walk in at any time. The risk was what made it fun for her.
"How do you know that?" asked Hermione as she followed Ginny up the stairs.
Ginny mentally punched herself again. She couldn't think of a suitable answer and therefore decided to answer with a question.
"Don't you know about it? It's the big one along the corridor lined with suits of armor."
"Oh, yeah," said Hermione thoughtfully. "I think we used that one when Harry was training for the Triwizard Tournament."
Ginny breathed out in relief, checking the map as they crept up the marble staircase again. A few minutes later, they arrived in the corridor lined with suits of armor. Ginny lead the way to the door and creaked it open, stuffing the Marauders Map into her pocket. Hermione rushed inside and Ginny closed the door behind her with a click.
She turned and looked around the familiar room. It was slightly different than when she had first discovered it. Most of the tables and desks had been pushed up against the walls, but she had slid some out to lie on. The far wall was lined with tall, thin windows that stretched to the ceiling. Their long velvet curtains were bunched together in a huge pile on the floor with a Ginny shaped depression in it. In both corners on the far side of the room were two spiral staircases, the thin handrails of which were gleaming slightly, cleaner and smoother than they had been before she had arrived. They led up to a second floor which stretched over most of the back of the classroom, leaving an opening in the front of the the room to look down. Ginny had been up there many times and knew that it was cluttered with bookcases and large puffy chairs and sofas that she had gotten to know intimately.
She followed Hermione over to one of the desks and set the glasses down on its surface. She uncorked the bottle and poured both of them a generous measure of Firewhisky.
"Cheers," said Ginny, lifting her glass to Hermione. They grinned mischievously at each other, then downed their glasses. Ginny felt the drink burn in her throat, warming her whole body.
She poured herself another glass, this time savoring it slowly. She could feel the warm feeling in her brain from the Butterbeer return. She giggled and Hermione giggled back.
"It's good, right?" said Hermione, picking up the bottle and filling her glass again.
"Yeah, it really hits the spot. I still say you're trying to hit on me, though."
Hermione grinned and bumped her hips against Ginny clumsily, dripping a bit of the Firewhisky on her hand. She leaned in and began to slurp it up, giggling as Ginny burst out laughing.
They got through several more glasses. Ginny's brain was feeling comfortably warm and muffled and her fingers had begun to tingle. They talked and giggled and drank, becoming a little more tipsy with every gulp. Ginny noticed that Hermione was downing a lot more than she was. Her face was a fiery shade of red.
"God, I feel even more dizzy than before," said Hermione, slopping a bit of her drink as she took another gulp. It trickled down her neck, causing her giggle. She wiped it off with her free hand.
"I guess we should start to head back..." said Ginny, vaguely. It was very dark out now. The windows along the opposite wall were their only source of light in the classroom, bathing them in soft moonlight.
She corked the large bottle and stowed it in Hermione's bag. She turned, swaying a bit and made to walk to the door, but Hermione placed her hand on Ginny's arm, holding her back.
"Wait, I don't want to leave yet. I like being with you."
She suddenly and unexpectedly let loose a loud belch. She clapped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide. They stood for a split second, then broke into peels of raucous laughter. The sound reverberated around the classroom slightly as they held each other, laughing for a long while. It took them several minutes to calm down.
They hiccuped themselves into silent giggles. Ginny looked into Hermione's uplifted face. She looked even prettier up close. Her face was redder than usual and her brown eyes focused on Ginny's with some difficulty.
"Do you want to dance?" asked Hermione in a slightly slurred voice, hiccuping a little.
"Wha...what?" Ginny stammered.
"Do you want to dance, with me?"
Ginny gulped. Her brain felt torpid and slow, but she didn't feel as awkward as she normally would have. The Firewhisky was somehow making her feel braver, filling her up with confidence.
"Sure, let's do it," she whispered.
Hermione smiled lazily and wrapped her arms around Ginny's neck, resting her bushy head on her shoulder. Ginny hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing her arms around her waist. They revolved slowly on the spot, swaying a little. Every few seconds Hermione hiccuped, causing their bodies to bump together slightly
Ginny's mouth was dry. She felt the heat rising in her as she held Hermione. She took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of Hermione's hair. The smell of honeysuckle and books filled her brain, fogging it even more.
"Your heart's really loud." She felt her shoulder vibrate gently as Hermione spoke into it, her voice a little muffled. "I can feel it."
She pressed her ear against Ginny's chest, shifting her arms on Ginny's neck. Ginny's heart banged against the inside of her ribs.
They continued to revolve, Ginny's mind racing almost as fast as her heart. She took another deep, calming breath and got lost in Hermione's scent again.
Without meaning to, she lifted her hand to stroke Hermione's bushy hair. She slid her hands through it, scratching the back of her head and feeling Hermione sigh against her shoulder.
"Mmmh... that feels good," she murmured, hiccuping again.
Ginny rubbed her hands down Hermione's back, kneading and sliding across her shirt. Hermione moaned gently, her face still pressed against Ginny's chest.
"That feels really, really good... please don't stop."
Ginny's hands wandered lower and lower, reaching the small of Hermione's back. Hermione pressed her waist into Ginny a little. She was letting out soft coos every few seconds as Ginny massaged her.
Her fingers brushed the bit of exposed skin above Hermione's pants. She waited for Hermione to object, lightly rubbing her slightly sweaty skin with the tips of her fingers, but Hermione merely continued to sigh into her.
Ginny's throat felt constricted. It would be insane to continue, to do the thing she was so tempted to do. But the Firewhisky egged her on, and she felt her inhibitions fade away, replaced by a hopeful, excited recklessness. Very slowly, carefully, she began to slide her fingers under Hermione's shirt. Hermione moaned again, hugging Ginny closer. Ginny felt the shirt rise with her hands as she inched up Hermione's back, rubbing and kneading.
"... higher..." Hermione whispered.
Ginny froze, her hands just under the lip of Hermione's shirt. Her cheeks felt hot and her brain warm. Had she heard her correctly?
Hermione groaned slightly.
"Please?" she asked hopefully.
She looked up at Ginny, her eyes half closed. They looked at each other, no longer swaying. Ginny looked from Hermione's eyes down to her lips, breathing fast.
Hermione closed her eyes, leaning forward. Ginny's mind screamed as the distance between them closed. An electric current swept through her, jangling her every nerve.
Their lips met, and Ginny's mind went totally blank. Hermione kissed her gently, chastely, curiously. Ginny recovered slowly from her shock and, after a minute, she kissed back slowly, pressing her tongue against her lips. Hermione opened her mouth lazily and Ginny pressed forward and found her tongue.
Ginny took it between her lips and sucked, licking its tip from inside her mouth. Hermione hiccuped again. The sound was so adorable that Ginny felt herself melt. She pushed her tongue past Hermione's lips and explored her mouth again, licking everything she could reach.
As she did so, she resumed massaging Hermione's back, rubbing harder and pulling the back of her shirt up her ribs. Hermione moaned loudly and pressed her chest against Ginny.
She reached the strap of Hermione's bra and worked at it clumsily, her tongue still inside Hermione's mouth. It took her a moment, but she soon undid it. She leaned back, breaking the kiss as she pulled Hermione's shirt up. Hermione panted for breath and fumbled with her shirt as it got caught over her face. Ginny helped her, yanking the shirt off and throwing it aside. She reached up and pulled the loose bra away, exposing Hermione's chest.
She stared, salivating a little. Hermione's breasts looked exactly as she remembered them. They were slightly bigger than hers, with nipples that resembled little top hats. Hermione kept her eyes on Ginny, waiting for the latter's reaction. After a second, Ginny looked up.
"Can I...?" she asked, her breath shaky from anticipation.
Hermione nodded slowly, looking redder than ever.
Ginny lifted a trembling hand and cupped one of her breasts. It felt soft and smooth. She squeezed it tenderly, watching the skin bend like a warm pillow. Hermione closed her eyes, biting her lip and swaying where she stood. Ginny lifted her other hand and began to play with Hermione's boobs. She lifted them, pressed them together, and caressed the skin, running her fingers in circles. After a minute of entertaining herself, she moved to the nipples. Hermione let out a soft breath as Ginny timidly felt her areolas, drawing slow circles around the delicate flesh. Then she pinched the nipples between her fingers, feeling how hard they had become, watching Hermione's face as she gasped. She pressed her chest forward into Ginny's hands.
Hermione lifted her arms and shakily took hold of Ginny's cheeks, clumsily pulling her face to hers. Their lips met again and their tongues battled for dominance. Hermione kept her chest back, leaving Ginny enough space to tweak and play with her breasts. Every time she pinched a nipple, Hermione moaned into Ginny's mouth and thrust her chest forward.
Ginny's core was on fire. She pushed Hermione back against one of the desks that she had so often masturbated on. Hermione climbed up to sit on it, knocking a few of the glasses over and keeping their lips firmly locked together. Ginny's fingers pulled excitedly at Hermione's shorts, getting stuck on her hips. Hermione lifted herself an inch off the desk as Ginny yanked them off her legs.
Hermione kept her legs shyly clamped together. She was wearing a pair of white panties with tiny blue flowers. Ginny's mouth watered as she looked at the dark wet spot that had grown in its center. She stared at it, her heart twanging in her throat and her core throbbing with desire. Her knees buckled a little as she felt a trickle of fluid wet her own panties. She looked up at Hermione, her face shining with excitement and lust.
She pulled Hermione's face down to hers and kissed her furiously. Hermione made no attempt to fight as Ginny's tongue filled her mouth. Ginny lowered her right hand and slid it up and down Hermione's legs, wrapping around to squeeze her butt. Hermione lifted her legs up, keeping her knees locked together, and settled her feet on the edge of the desk. Ginny's fingers slid around to the underside of her thigh, going down and tickling her curled toes. She felt her tongue vibrate inside Hermione's mouth as the latter gave a laugh that instantly turned to a moan as Ginny pressed her fingers against the inside of Hermione's thighs. Her fingers grazed the panties between her clamped legs.
Hermione bit Ginny's lower lip as a shudder ran up her body. Her knees separated and she spread her legs to Ginny. She tried to scoot forward and press herself against the hand sliding around her wet spot, but Ginny pushed her back. Hermione leaned back and lay across the desk, her bushy hair cushioning her head. Her breasts fell to her sides slightly, her nipples pointing up, reflecting the pale moonlight.
Ginny reached up with her left hand and grabbed Hermione's breast, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Hermione's back lifted slightly as she looked down between her them at Ginny. She had begun to pant now, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Ginny pressed down harder on Hermione's nipples and she tilted her head back with a moan.
Keeping her left hand on Hermione's breasts, Ginny turned her concentration to her other hand, now trailing lightly around Hermione's panties. The wet spot had grown larger by now. Without preamble, Ginny pressed her fingers to Hermione's center.
Hermione gasped and her hips bucked upward so that they left the table for a moment. Her legs slid off the table and she wrapped them around Ginny's body, pulling her closer. Ginny rubbed harder, feeling Hermione through the fabric. She felt warm fluid drip into the cotton, coating her fingers. Her face flushed with excitement. She rubbed harder into the panties and heard Hermione moan.
"Fuh...hah...Ginny..." Hermione panted between breaths.
She grinded against Ginny's hand, her back arching up and down, trying to increase the friction between them.
Ginny removed her hands from Hermione, who groaned.
"Wha?... Don't... don't stop..." she panted weakly.
"I'm not," Ginny said with a wicked grin.
She slipped her hands under Hermione, hooking her fingers under the back of her panties. She pulled them partially up Hermione's spread legs so that it stretched between the two of them. Hermione shuddered as Ginny looked down past the damp fabric at her. She was sopping wet, fluid covering her and dripping down between her legs. Ginny stared, paralyzed.
But Hermione was growing impatient. She pulled at Ginny with her legs, scooting her hips forward, moaning with anticipation. Ginny complied, bending under the panties and getting to her knees. She placed her hands on either side of Hermione's hips and looked up between her breasts at Hermione's sweaty face. She took a deep breath, breathing in Hermione's scent, and leaned forward.
She pressed her lips to Hermione's core, roughly licking and sucking the slick flesh, tasting her for the first time. Hermione cried out. Ginny kept her eyes on her face as it contorted with pleasure. Her head tilted back onto the wood and she let out a string of squeaky moans. She fumbled with her own breasts, hastily squeezing them and pinching them as Ginny had done. Her legs shook and clamped together, desperately pulling Ginny closer.
Ginny pressed her whole face into Hermione, sticking her tongue inside her and licking feverishly. She reached up with one hand and began to press her fingers against Hermione's clit.
Hermione's pleasure was reaching a peak. She was writhing and shaking uncontrollably, bucking her hips frantically into Ginny with increasing vigor. Ginny began to pinch and roll her clit between two fingers.
Hermione's chest arched off the desk as juices came squirting out of her. Ginny held her down with her other arm as her whole body shook. Hermione's legs clamped tight around Ginny's head, blocking out sound as she continued to eat her out, licking her up and down. She kept rubbing and pinching the hard nub between her fingers, helping extend her orgasm. Hermione shook and rocked her hips, shaking Ginny's head as well. Ginny could barely hear her moans with Hermione's legs blocking her ears.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Hermione's body fell back onto the desk, her breathing fast and her skin glistening with sweat. Her breasts rose and fell as she regained her breath. Pleasure continued to leak from her in small amounts as she breathed, her eyes closed. She looked completely exhausted.
But Ginny still felt wet and aroused. Her pleasure was still building up, slower than she would have liked because she had not touched herself. She had been banking on Hermione taking care of that.
"No, no, no, no, no," she muttered, disentangling herself from Hermione's legs and panties and getting to her feet.
She felt a fire between her legs as she frantically stripped off her clothes. She climbed up onto the desk in nothing but her panties. She straddled Hermione, lying flat on top of her. Their breasts pressed together and Ginny kissed her again, feeling her pleasure rise. She lightly bit her her lower lip and began to grind, her body rubbing up against Hermione's.
When Hermione didn't respond, she stopped, opening her eyes.
"Hermione? Are you ok?"
Hermione breathed slowly, her eyes closed. She had fallen asleep.
"God damn it, Hermione," she said. "Come on, wake up! You can't just leave me hanging like this!"
Hermione groaned and shifted in her sleep. She was completely passed out from drinking too much.
Ginny felt frustrated. She was hot and ready and her panties were already sopping with her wetness. She wanted Hermione to return the favor, to touch her, finger her, lick her, send her over the edge. She wanted Hermione to do all the things she had fantasized about.
As her impatience rose, she looked down at Hermione. She was breathing peacefully, her face relaxed. As she watched, Hermione gave another small hiccup.
Ginny felt herself deflate. She didn't want to take advantage of her when she wasn't conscious. Her pleasure was leaving her. She felt her core twinge with want as she looked over Hermione's naked form. Beads of sweat gleamed in the moonlight, covering Hermione's skin like dew. Her nipples were red from all the pinching and twisting. The space between her legs glistened, still wet with her pleasure and Ginny's saliva.
Ginny looked up at Hermione's face. She leaned in and kissed her lips gently for few minutes as the silence filled the room.
She pulled back, a string of saliva hanging from her lips. She wiped it with the back of her hand and as she did so, she brushed against her chin. She suddenly became aware that Hermione's pleasure was still covering the lower part of her face.
She slid her fingers over her cheeks and nose, collecting most of the fluids before putting her fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, glorying in Hermione's taste. She climbed down from the desk and pulled her wand out of the pair of jeans that was lying on the floor. She began to cast the cleaning charm on everything that was wet, hesitating when she reached Hermione. Ginny knelt down and licked as much of the residue off her as she could. Hermione's hips shuddered as Ginny's tongue slid over her, but otherwise, she remained still.
Ginny got up, wiping her mouth and wearing a satisfied, mischievous smile. The realization of what she had done hit her. She had fucked Hermione Granger. No, she had made sweet, sweet love to Hermione Granger. She had pleasured her to the point of orgasm and put her to sleep. She didn't know whether or not that meant she was good at going down on her or if Hermione was just drunk. But she had done it!
She punched the air in triumph. She felt she could have run a mile, but her head was swimming. She was still quite drunk herself. Instead, she got dressed, pulling on her clean clothes and turning to Hermione. She pointed her wand at her and gave it a flick. At once, the residual pleasure between her legs vanished and her sweaty skin was wiped dry.
Ginny began to put Hermione's clothes back onto her body, struggling as she lifted her waist to pull her panties on. After a few minutes, she stood back, breathing heavily. They were back in the clothes that they had worn to the party an eternity ago. They only thing left lying around was the beaded bag.
Ginny stooped and picked it up. Stuffing it down Hermione's shorts pocket, she pulled her into a sitting position. She ran in front of her and turned, pulling Hermione's hands up over her shoulders. She leaned forward, tugging Hermione unsteadily onto her back.
Hermione's head lolled on Ginny's shoulder again and she grinned.
"Come on, let's get out of here." she whispered.
