Chapter 7

I wasn't sure if Hermione would let me in, so I apparated directly into her flat. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hermione whip around and point her wand at me. I raised my hands in surrender. If she decided to jinx me, I wasn't going to fight back. For a minute we stood there. I could see the harsh internal battle Hermione was fighting and I waited for her decide if she was mad enough at me to use the wand, or not. I waited without saying a word. I didn't move. I barely even let myself breathe. Finally, she lowered her wand. With a huge sob, Hermione ran into my arms and started weeping. I just held her while she cried herself out.

As the sobs quieted, I said, "Shh, Hermione, it'll be alright."

She sniffed. "I know. I just didn't want to end things like that. I didn't want to hurt him."

"I know. He'll come around. Ron just doesn't do well with change. He tends to lash out." I soothed.

Angry, Hermione pulled back. "Ginny Weasley! Don't you dare make excuses for that rat. He was going to hit you!"

"I know." I said again. "But, he's my brother. I'm not defending his actions. What he did tonight was horrible and if you want I will go and hex him, so that his balls shrivel up and he can never use them again."

Hermione laughed. "Maybe another time. I don't want you to leave me right now."

I pulled her close and whispered in her ear. "I won't leave you, Hermione. I'm yours for however long you'll have me." I pulled back just enough to lay a soft lingering kiss on her lips. The heat of her mouth on mine made goosebumps rise on my arms. After an eternity, we broke apart. I didn't let go of her, but kept her close. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "May I stay here with you tonight?"

For an instant I saw blind panic cloud her eyes, before it was replaced by sadness. "Ginny, I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, emotions are running high tonight and I've only just broken up with your brother. It just wouldn't be right. What would your mother think?"

Carefully, I dropped my hands, heartbreak at the rejection and anger over her logic warring with each other. They clouded my mind and made it impossible for me to speak. I slowly backed up until I was far enough away to be sure that I wouldn't touch her. Then I turned my back on her. Angry tears were pricking my eyes, and I couldn't share them with her. I started for the door, but Hermione stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Wait."

I whirled back to face her, jerking out of her grip as I did. "No, Hermione. I don't give a shit about anyone else. I want to be with you, but if that's not what you want, then what the bloody, buggering hell have we been doing? I won't be your plaything." I was yelling by the end of it. Hermione was driven back by the force of my anger.

She stepped back towards me. "I don't think of you as a toy! I'm just trying to be logical. It is prudent to wait."

"Fuck your logic!" I yelled before stepping to her and pulling her against me. I crushed my mouth on hers, demanding she acknowledge the desire raging through me. I poured all of the longing and lust I felt into that kiss. After a moment, she returned the harsh kiss. Our mouths warred against each other. Both of us trying to gain control over the other. A fierce need ripped through me. As my mouth continued its assault on her delicate lips, my hands began roaming over her body, pulling her ever closer. I could feel her hands doing the same. When her hands gripped my ass and pulled my hips closer to hers, I tore my mouth from her lips and grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head to the side. I latched my mouth onto the newly exposed skin of her neck. As I began to suck on the tender flesh, I felt Hermione's pulse racing under my tongue. A shiver passed through her and she relaxed in my grip. I immediately gentled my touch. I no longer felt the need to gain control. I knew in that moment, that she was mine. I carefully nibbled my way up to her earlobe, before pulling back to look at her. It took her a minute to catch her breath and return my gaze. I just watched her, measuring her reaction.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm just scared. I've never felt like this before and it scares me."

"I know, Hermione." I said gently. "It scares me too. I'm just not going to run from it."

She studied me, and must have seen the truth in my eyes because she nodded. "Alright, then let's find out where this takes us." She took my hand and led me back to her bedroom.

I barely had time to register the soft purple quilt on her bed before I felt my back pressed against the door that Hermione has closed behind us. Her mouth closed on mine with an aggression that made my knees go weak. I only managed to stay upright because of her slender body pressing into me. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to regain my balance and held her firmly against me. I returned her kiss with an equal fervor. Gradually I felt the strength return to my legs. Once I felt steady, I let my arms travel down her body until I could grasp the hem of her shirt. I thrust my hips out, pushing her far enough back that I could pull the shirt over her head. As soon as her arms were free of the fabric, she grabbed my face, tilting my chin up to give her access to my throat. My pulse was racing as she clamped her mouth down on the tender skin. I gasped feeling as if my entire body had ignited with the lust that she invoked. I tried to pull her head up so that I could capture her lips again. Instead, she gripped my hands and pulled them over my head, pinning them against the cool wood of the door.

I had no defense from her. I moaned as she began nipping along my jaw. This Hermione was one I hadn't ever imagined to see. She was merciless in her assault on my tender flesh. Again I felt my knees go weak. I sagged against the door, and she pulled back enough to grin wickedly at me. Hermione released my hands, letting me drop them to her shoulders for support. While I was distracted in my attempt to stay upright, Hermione gripped my hips and slid a foot between mine. I wasn't sure what she was doing until she tugged my shirt over my head and trailed kissed down the newly exposed flesh. My breath hitched in my throat and I let my head drop back as I struggled to get air into my lungs. I could feel Hermione's lips curve up against my skin. Quickly, she moved back up to lavish attention on my neck again, leaning against me so that I could feel the bare skin of her stomach pressing against mine. I let out a shuddering breath as my knees buckled. Heat shot from my groin as it landed on the thigh Hermione had pressed between my legs.

"Oh God, Hermione." I gasped.

Her only response was a deep throaty chuckle as she reached to unclasp my bra. With a flick of her wrist, my bra flew across the room. She teased one taut nipple with her thumb, while turning her attention to the other. As her mouth closed over my breast, I felt her tongue flick out and tease the nipple to a hard throbbing ache. I shivered against her, my breath coming in short desperate pants.

"Please, Hermione." I gasped, unsure of what I was begging for. She stopped and looked up at me. I couldn't articulate any other words, but she saw my desire and kissed me. This kiss was tender and gave me the change to regain my balance. As we kissed, I reached around Hermione and undid the clasp on her bra. She moved away just enough to allow me to pull her bra off. Then she leaned in and gently rubbed her naked breasts against mine. The feeling once again shot heat through me. This time it was a possessive heat. I gripped her hips, and turned, pushing her back against the door. Not giving her time to react, I gripped one of her breasts, raising it enough to give me better access to her tight nipple. Stroking the hard tip with my tongue, I let my other hand trace circles ever lower on her bare skin. Hermione's hands fisted in my hair, and she arched her back, pressing herself deeper into my mouth.

I moved to her other breast, gently catching the nipping between my teeth and sucking cool air across the skin. Hermione shivered and I released her breast to free up both hands to unzip her pants and slide them down her hips, revealing the black lace panties riding low over her hips. I knelt down to free the pants from her feet. Then I slowly licked my way up her legs until I was level with that lace. The smell of her arousal permeated all of my senses and I stopped. I could feel myself growing even wetter as I breathed that scent deep into my lungs. She trembled and had to grasp my shoulders for support. This time I chuckled and stood to claim her mouth with my own. I kiss her with the need building within me and I could feel her own need in return. I pulled back enough to look at her. Hermione's eyes were glazed with desire and I grinned in response. For a moment I lost track of what I was doing while I gazed at her in wonder. I had Hermione Granger almost naked, pinned against her bedroom door, and she was panting under my touch.

That moment of wonder, shifted the balance of power, Hermione seized the opportunity to take back control of the situation. She pushed away from the door and leaned into me, pinching both of my nipples. The breath shot out of my lungs and I took a step back, away from the door. Hermione released my nipples and moved around behind me. Leaning against my back, she whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to make you come first, Ginny."

Those words froze my thoughts. What happened to the girl who was afraid of this? I didn't have time to linger on that question. Hermione pinched my nipples before dropping her hands to my zipper. She pulled it open and in a swift motion pulled down both my pants and my underwear. I shivered as I stood naked in front of her for the first time. She didn't touch me as she stood. She just took in every inch of my slender body. As her gaze lingered on the trimmed hair covering my most intimate spot, I grew even wetter and began to ache for her touch. When she finally stood before me, and raised her eyes to mine, the heat I saw in them made me take a step towards her. She stopped me by placing her hand in the valley between my breasts. Slowly she moved towards me, keeping enough pressure on my chest to back me up. I stopped when I hit the bed, abruptly sitting.

With a mischievous smile, Hermione said, "Make yourself comfortable."

I slid back on the bed and settled myself against the pillows as Hermione watched. Then she just stood there watching me. I began to feel self-conscious. When I squirmed, she crawled onto the bed and kissed me. The kiss was a quick chaste kiss that made me moan as she pulled back. Her only response was to tilt my head back with her cheek as she began kissing and nibbling her way down my neck. She continued down my chest and took each of my nipples in turn, sucking and licking until my breath hitched and my hips jerked up in need. She stopped then and moved until she was pressed against my side, supporting herself on one elbow. She traced her other hand lightly along my collar bone, down my torso and lingered on my hips. The motion was both soothing and teasing. I wanted that hand to move lower.

Instead, Hermione spoke her voice husky with lust. "You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this since you first kissed me. Every time I closed my eyes, I dreamt of you, Ginny. I've wanted to touch you like this, to feel you under me and hear you scream my name. It frightened me. And now for the life of me, I don't know why." She seemed distracted by the thought, and I took advantage of it, rolling on top of her, pinning her to the bed beneath me.

I kissed her neck and gently bit her ear before saying, "It's all I've been able to think about too. I've wanted to do this all week." I reached down and rubbed my hand over the lace covering her. Hermione's eyes rolled back and she let her thighs drop to the side, giving me more room. I could feel her wet heat seeping into the fabric. I kept gently rubbing her in slow circles until she moaned and pressed against my hand. Taking that as my cue, I pulled my hand up until I could pull her panties off and toss them to the floor. I sat back up and gently parted the soft hair protecting her and let my fingers slide between her lips to finally touch her wet center. Slowly, I curled my fingers up to touch her clit. She trembled under my touch. Carefully, I traced circles around her, not quite touching the throbbing bit of skin, until she began twisting her hips in an attempt to press herself fully against my fingers. Only then did I begin to stroke her. Gradually, I began to move faster against her. I could feel her trembles building and she began to trust her hips in earnest. The feel of her made me hotter and hotter, until I felt as if I might burst. Just before the orgasm took her, Hermione raised her knee and pressed her thigh against me. I gasped and clenched around her thigh, rocking against it. Her thigh tensed against me; pressing me even more tightly against her and with a cry we both came.

I sagged against her and rolled onto my side so I wouldn't crush her. For a moment, neither of us moved as we regained control of our breathing. Quick as a snaked, Hermione flipped me onto my back and pinned me to the bed. She ran one hand over the thigh I had come all over. Then she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. She smiled down at me and kissed me. I could taste myself on her tongue. It turned me on again and I was dying for her touch by the time those fingers found me.

"So wet," she murmured. She began rubbing back and forth against my clit, sending shivers cascading through my body. She continued to rub faster and faster until I was on the brink of orgasm, and then she stopped. I opened my eyes and focused on her. When Hermione saw that she had my attention, she stared into my eyes and thrust two fingers into me. I gasped, keeping my eyes locked on hers. The feeling of her inside of me was incredible; I nearly came from the sheer pleasure. She felt my walls tighten around her fingers and slowly began to thrust. I forced myself to relax, not letting myself orgasm so that the exquisite pleasure wouldn't stop. As the trusts quickened, I kept my eye contact with Hermione, needing to see that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Gradually the heat in my groin spread to the rest of my body. I trembled with the effort to hold out just a moment longer. Hermione frowned, knowing that I was close, but was not letting go. As she thrust into me, she began to rub her thumb against my clit. I moaned and she leaned over me, for better leverage. Against my will, I began trusting my hips against her hand, pressing her deeper inside. I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed her name as I came.

Hermione had a pleased expression on her face as she crawled up the bed to lay beside me and kiss me gently. I held on to her as my body stopped trembling. We stayed like that for a long time. Finally, I found my voice.

"Wow, Hermione that was amazing." I was still having a difficult time making coherent thoughts form. She only laughed in response and nuzzled my neck. I turned my head so I could kiss her. I wanted to bask in the glow, but my mind had other ideas. I started worrying about everything. I pulled back and asked, "Are you still scared?"

Hermione laughed. "No. Not at all. I don't care what happens next. That was the most incredible sex I've ever had."

I grunted. "That wasn't really what I meant."

"I know, Ginny. I didn't mean it like that. I meant that having you made the sex even better than it would otherwise have been. You are the incredible part." Hermione explained.

"Oh" I said, unable to come up with any other response. I thought for a minute then said. "You were pretty incredible, too. And I really don't want to ruin the moment, but I have to know. What now? I don't—I can't go back. Hermione, you're the only one I want. And I don't just mean sexually. I mean, I do want you that way, how could I not after what we just did, but—"

Hermione cut through my rambling by placing a finger on my lips. "Hush, Ginny. It's alright. I want you, too. I know that this will be hard for us. But we are stronger than that." She took a deep breath and looked away. I waited with my stomach tying itself into knots while she gathered her thoughts. Finally, she focused back on me and said, "This has made me realize a lot of things about myself. Ginny, I'm in love with you. I have been for years, I just never let myself see what it meant until you kissed me four days ago. The idea of it scared me, because I'd never been exposed to that lifestyle. And I was scared of how everyone would react. So, I tried to run from my feelings." She smiled down at me. "But you wouldn't let me. And I couldn't run from you."

I was speechless for a moment. The word 'love' had warmth flowing through my body, and the tension that had been building dissipate. "Hermione, I love you, too. Even though I thought I was in love with Harry for so long, you were always the first person I looked for when I walked into a room. And after the battle at Hogwarts, I had to know that you were okay before I ever thought of him. I just couldn't admit to myself the truth of my feelings until now. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Hermione grinned and leaned over to kiss me again. "I guess that this means, that no matter what happens next, or how everyone else reacts, we have to make this work."

"Yeah, I guess so." I said with a smile. "But until we have to face anyone else, come here. I want to make love to you again."

Hermione's laughter filled the room as I pulled her back down to me.