AUTHOR'S NOTE: Look! Same month, another update! Crazy! Well, just so you know, this chapter is basically PWP, an acronym I recently learned stands for: Plot, What Plot?AKA: Sexually explicit content. If you're not interested, you don't have to read it because it doesn't really advance the story, other than Hermione and Ginny's sexual relationship! ;) Otherwise, Plot-full chapters will be returning shortly. If you don't care, read on! Please READ and REVIEW after!
It was a long hard day. Not only did Ginny have to deal with a full day of difficult classes where four out of six professors had decided to give the class pop examinations in preparation for the end of the year finals, but Harry had made the quidditch team endure a very tough two and a half hour practice in preparation for the final quidditch match of the year against Ravenclaw. She was sore from ducking, reaching, and swerving during the entire practice, and exhausted from a couple of nights of insomnia.
Once she dragged herself up the dormitory steps and let herself into the Head Girl dorm, she deposited her things and made her way to the private bathroom for a well deserved shower. Ginny twisted on the hot water, and slowly undressed, letting her messy hair fall out of its ponytail, dropping her clothes to the floor. She tested the water, making sure it wasn't too hot or cold, and stepped in, willing the steady flow of water to sooth her muscles and mind.
Usually just being held in Hermione's arms in bed, surrounded by her scent and her sleeping breaths lulled her to sleep instantly. But lately those gentle hands unconsciously clutching her in just the wrong places mixed with warm legs draped around her hips had kept her mind occupied with lust filled desires that would refuse to let her sleep, insisting that better time could be spent awake. She would imagine those hands consciously teasing and grasping the right places, and her ear hears pleasantly filled with unsteady, quick tempo breathing.
The redhead shuddered in the shower, though the water was steaming on her skin; those thoughts did her no good, for the pair of them hadn't gotten past intense snogging, keeping to the idea that they would keep things slow. Not that Ginny had any experience with anyone sexually, but sleeping in the same bed as her girlfriend every night, and having little to no time during the day to relax, left little time for a girl to give herself a little satisfaction.
She sighed to herself as she lathered shampoo into her long hair, piling it on top of her head; even thinking about how sexually frustrated she was had led to thinking about Hermione, which led to her getting excited once more. As the shampoo rinsed out and the suds slid down her back, Ginny ran her fingers through her hair and down her neck, her collar bone, over her chest, and paused on her tummy, rubbing her abdomen and the skin just under and around her breasts.
Her eyes stayed calmly closed, and she released a deliberate breath as she toyed with the thought in her head. Here she was, in the shower, finally alone, with no one around or near to interrupt her; she knew for a fact that Hermione was not going to come to her room any time soon because she had told Ginny that she needed to spend the evening studying in the library with Harry to prep for her N.E.W.T.S. This was probably the only time she would be alone for days, what with further practices and her own study time, and it would be the perfect opportunity to let out all the pent up sexual energy.
She traced a hand down her ribs, over her navel, and past her curls to the one spot on her body she had allowed herself to neglect for a long while. Using two fingers, she slipped into her folds, and dipped her index finger into her gathered silky wetness, then brought that finger to the over-sensitized nub of nerves. It tingled deliciously at the first touch, and even more as she rotated the tip of her finger around and around it, a hiss of air escaping through Ginny's teeth at the sensation of this maneuver. Quickly, the friction of the rotation caused her wet finger to dry slightly, so she re-dipped the finger tip into her folds, and repeated the action over and over. Steadily, the tingling feeling coursed from her center to the pit of her stomach and through her limbs as the blood pumped quickly through her veins. Her breaths quickened, and from her parted lips she allowed moans to sound out.
Though she continued this for moments, it seemed agonizingly longer; frustrated, she removed her hand. As her center dulled achingly, she wrenched the water off, grabbed a towel and wrung out her hair as fast as she could, wiping the drops from her skin desperately. She stepped out of the bathroom into the startling cooler bedroom with the towel wrapped around her, and practically flung herself on the bed. She whipped open her towel and laid her back on the mattress, not even bothering to cover herself as she normally would, pulling her legs up so that her heels were right up next to her and hovering over the mattress.
Only then did she finally return her attention to the burning between her legs, dipping her finger once more before rubbing the nub. She panted and moaned, thrusting her hips a little, and even teased herself by stopping just short of her goal. When she ultimately couldn't take any more, her eyes scrunched tight as a much loader moan sounded; that energy was released and the best sensation in her world wracked through her body.
Panting and shuddering as she soared through the high, she allowed her eyes to flutter open. She removed her hand, wiped her fingers on her towel, and continued to lay on the bed, not ready to allow her breathing to go back to normal. She shut her eyes again, dwelling on the feeling, imagining that is was Hermione's hand that brought her this amazing pleasure.
Sighing, Ginny sat up and walked back to the bathroom to rinse her fingers, and pick up her discarded clothing. Suddenly, she remembered that even though she had been sleeping in Hermione's room for a couple of months now, she still had all of her clothing in her sixth year dormitory. She sighed once again, deciding to borrow Hermione's bathrobe to at least appear decent while she quickly dashed to the other bedroom.
As she opened the door, she nearly walked right into the very bushy haired woman she had been thinking about; she blushed, thinking of the act her girlfriend had just narrowly missed witnessing, and was extremely grateful that she had washed her hands.
"Oh!" Hermione was just as startled by the sudden open door in front of her, and the robe clad redhead in front of her. "Hello there. Is that my bathrobe you are wearing? Well, it looks quite fine on you." She, too, was blushing.
Ginny flustered, "Oh, heh, thanks…I was just borrowing it so I could grab some clothes from my room real quick."
Hermione stood in front of her still, unmoving, with a thoughtful look. "Why would you need to get your clothes when my robe suits you quite nicely?" She smiled a little wickedly, and stepped into the room, shutting the door right behind her, dropping her book bag and books on the floor next to her. Keeping her amber eyes on hazel, she swiftly reached her hands out and grasped Ginny's face, her fingers in her damp hair and connected their soft lips.
Ginny snaked her arms around Hermione's waist and pulled them together as the brunette licked and sucked on the redhead's lower lip. Then, Hermione's lips trailed kisses down her chin, along her jaw, just under her jaw line, and down her neck to her collarbone. Ginny's head flipped back and her eyes shut as Hermione sucked along the base of her neck, gently moving the cloth of the robe in order to reach more skin. Hermione nudged the robe down the other's shoulders slightly, and it barely held up by the small swell of Ginny's breasts, and the tie around her waist.
Rose petal smooth lips left a burning path of fire on Ginny's skin as they moved down from the center of her collar and towards the top of her chest, and fingers left her hair and danced along her neck, to either shoulder. She let out a moan as a wet tongue darted from those lips, leaving a cool trail; she shivered as Hermione blew on it.
When there was a pause in these ministrations, Ginny looked down to see those brown eyes gazing into her; fingers hesitantly gripped the edge of the slipping terrycloth, and she held her breath as the brunette slowly lowered the robe a bit more, revealing her perk nipples to the fresh air. She couldn't breathe still, and only when those lips wrapped around one of the buds, did she gasp sharply, snapping her head back in pleasure. Her own fingers tangled into the curly locks, encouraging for more, and Hermione responded enthusiastically; her tongue swirled around her nipple, and her teeth nipped teasingly. Hermione pulled back to blow cool air, and used her fingers to tweak the bud, and trace circles around and under the breast while her mouth focused on its twin.
Somehow, without Ginny ever noticing, the rope that kept her bathrobe together had come undone on its own, and the robe opened during Hermione's loving attention to her chest. Only when she felt the cool air on her stomach and thighs, did she and Hermione realize that she was revealing much more. The older girl paused once again, hand placed on Ginny's hips, staring at the spot just below her navel to the patch of wiry hair that marked where her legs met.
Hermione lifted a hand slowly to Ginny's belly button, resting there still, and looked up into the younger girl's eyes with curiosity, and hesitation. "May I…," her request faded into nothing, and Ginny could only nod, adrenaline pumping furiously into her veins.
Instead of immediately proceeding, the head girl stood up to kiss and back the sixth year up to the bed. Hermione kissed the redhead passionately, as Ginny crawled back onto the mattress; with gentle hands, the brunette pushed her to lie back on the bed. Hermione sat up, and traced a finger down from the middle of Ginny's breasts, past her belly button, slowly stopping at the red curls.
"I don't really have a clue of what to do…I've never actually…well, I've never…" Hermione confessed, blushing deeper now.
Ginny's shut eyes flew open, and her voice caught in her throat. "Ahem…huh…just…explore," she suggested in a weird, strained voice.
Hermione nodded to herself, thoughtful, as she slowly twirled her fingers around the curls. As she went to stroke the younger woman, Ginny's legs clenched together tightly. Hermione lifted her head to look in her eyes at this, with a reassuring smile. "I think you need to relax. We won't be getting very far at all like this," she chuckled, and Ginny shivered. Her head was swirling; Hermione Granger…getting very far…
AN: Not to worry! This lemon of a scene WILL continue, and has already been written! I just decided to cut the chapter short for a lovely little cliff-hanger. How do you like it so far? Shall I continue? PLEASE REVIEW!