A/n; Bit of a short one guys, but this one does contain smut and strong language in parts. I wanted to keep it short in case it offended anyone, so it's easily skipable. I'm not great at writing smut, but I think I got it pretty realistic considering it was their first time together, and Hermione's first time with another woman. Nobody ever just jumps right in there full throttle. So eh, let me know? I really love your feedback.

Also, at the end of this chapter there will be another A/n; quite important give it a read please!

Chapter 12

The morning came much quicker than expected. The light flooded into the room through the large window, illuminating the entire space in bright light. Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she groaned into the pillow under her head. It was way too bright and way to early. She turned over in the younger girls arms that were still wrapped tightly around her, grumbling as she did so. Storm never seemed to move in her sleep, and if she did she didn't go too far. The younger girl slept like the dead, and on a few occasions Hermione had checked her pulse just to make sure. The older witch would always wake up securely wrapped in the taller girl's arms, and it was nice. She liked the feeling of being so protected even when the shifter was asleep. Her sleepy gaze fell on a still slumbering Storm and a small smile pulled at her lips. Snuggling down into the crook of the dark haired girl's neck, she hid away from the light invading the room.

They slept like that for a while, just curled around each other. Hermione's hands absent mindedly clinging to the fabric of Storm's sleep shirt. The dark haired witch had moved ever so slightly, both arms wrapping around the brunettes body. Obviously keeping the older witch close to her.

A few hours later Hermione awoke once again, this time to Storm jerking awake and her voice boomed as she began yelling at someone.

"What the fuck Arty?!" Came Storm's irritated voice. Her entire body tense as she sat straight up

Hermione looked up to see a blonde laughing at her clearly distressed sister. The girl was small, and looked almost like an exact replica of their mother. Odd how the pair looked like complete opposites, she supposed this was a testament to what Storm had said before.

"Nice welcoming there baby sister, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" The girl almost sneered, her eyes burning with something Hermione couldn't quite distinguish. When the blonde's eyes fell onto her, she felt rather uncomfortable under the cold stare. The blonde wore a smirk similar to Storm's but there was nothing playful about it. There was no warmth in her demeanor at all. She remained stoic and calm as Storm yelled and fumed. Rage apparently seeming to bubble beneath as she began shaking.

Hermione laid a hand on her girlfriends forearm, trying to calm the younger girl just with her presence. It seemed to work as Storm seemed to untense and unclench her fists.

"It would have been nicer if you hadn't poured fucking water over my head you jerk" Storm seethed through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep her voice even and not raised. When Hermione took a closer look she noticed the fact her girlfriend was indeed drenched down to her shoulders. The water seeping into her sleep shirt and dripping down her nose and cheeks.

"Yes, Hermione this is my absolute wanker of a sister" Storm motioned to the blonde with a grumble that escaped her lips. "Arty this is Hermione Granger, if you so much as say something even remotely crude or suggestive to her I will rip your head off and feed it to Dex" Storm growled, her face red, it was slightly comical. Her hair was dripping wet and flat across her face. If she didn't look like she was about to jump up and throw her sister out the window Hermione may have laughed.

"It's very nice to meet you Miss Granger I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the legend amongst the wizarding world. It makes me wonder how on earth my dunce of a sister managed to charm you into being her girlfriend. A love potion perhaps? You wouldn't sink that low would you Storm?" The older sister spoke, offering her hand out to the brunette. Her eyes flicking between the pair as if she was sizing them up.

"Likewise" Hermione smiled a tight lipped smile, taking Arty's offered hand and gave it a short shake. Storm audibly growled at the contact. "I happen to think Storm is a lovely genuine person. Not to mention how phenomenally she preformed during the battle considering it wasn't even her own and she was much younger than a lot of those actually fighting. The fact she's rather cute and definitely handsome is just a bonus I suppose" Hermione offered, her voice sharp as she spoke the facts.

"Well suit yourself then, I'm sure she'll put you off eventually." Arty smirked a cold smirk once again, adding a quick "See you later Sis" before turning on heal and walking out of the room; shutting the door rather loudly behind her.

Hermione was shocked, more than shocked. She couldn't understand how such a nice girl was related to such a horrible one. Her eyes fell on a now quiet Storm, who seemed almost embarrassed. Her eyes were ablaze with an unadulterated rage as she stared at the spot her sister had once been; quietly shaking. It was a little scary; the younger girl looked as if she was going to combust under the heat of her own anger.

"Calm down" Hermione soothed as she climbed into the taller witch's lap. Her hands smoothing wet hair out of the younger girl's face. Finally catching her attention, the brunette smiled a warm smile. "I wasn't quite expecting that" Hermione sighed, curling wet strands of hair around her fingers; her other hand coming down to trace Storm's jaw. She could feel the younger girl start to relax, deflate as the anger ebbed. Her dark eyes smoldering with the remains of anger she had tried so hard to keep in tune.

"I'm sorry; I probably should have warned you. I wasn't quite expecting that welcoming either." Storm grumbled, leaning back against the wall behind her. A heavy sigh escaped her throat and she shut her eyes for a moment; as if trying to will the rest of the anger away.

"It's not your fault is it really?" Hermione spoke gently, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Storm's lips.

"I could have locked the door…" Storm smirked, unable to keep the playfulness out of her voice. "I don't think that would have helped though, you know 'Alo hamora' and all that." She laughed, wrapping her arms around Hermione's waist.

"I could have put a spell on it?" The brunette suggested as she shuffled closer to the warmth that Storm provided. The sister's were like fire and ice, she thought to herself. Storm being one of the warmest people she's ever met, and Artemis being one of the coldest. She understood why exactly Storm would need such a large space to herself. She didn't want to be around her sister, and that was completely understandable.

"It doesn't matter; you'd have met her eventually." The younger witch grumbled, pulling at her wet shirt that was now sticking to the skin underneath.

"Why don't you change your shirt?" Hermione asked, moving to shift from the dark haired witch's lap.

Storm didn't answer; she just shrugged and pulled the brunette back. Leaning forward the younger of the two pressed their lips together. The soft kiss soon turned to a deeper more heated one. Hands had begun roaming bodies, finally comfortable in the privacy they had in the confines of Storm's bedroom.

Excitement surged between the pair, and Hermione's hands were soon tugging at Storm's shirt. Trying to move the offending object from her girlfriend's body. Needing the soft flesh to be exposed to her gaze. Her curiosity was eating her up, and she wanted to see exactly what Storm had hidden beneath her clothing.

The younger witch didn't hesitate. Her own hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, and within a moment it was discarded somewhere off to the side of the bed. Hermione's had come next taking the brunette by surprise slightly. But she went with it anyway, allowing the younger girl to guide her through what they both knew to be her first time with another female. Hermione felt her cheeks flush with heat, as her eyes took in Storm's toned stomach and what all the baggy shirts and jumpers had been hiding. She blushed profusely as her gaze took in the fact the younger witch had a silver bar through each of her nipples. The metal catching the sunlight streaming in through the window and glinting. A dark ink mark on the side of one of the taller witch's breasts. Her attention was drawn to it immediately but before she could really look Storm had flipped the pair and she now found herself on her back. Her lips being taken captive once again and all cognitive thought went out the window. The last thing she thought about was grabbing her wand from under her pillow. Flicking it towards the door and dropped it to continue.

Storm's mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck and jaw; her skilled fingers were tracing paths of fire against her exposed skin. Hermione had found herself short of breath, and panting in anticipation for whatever would come next. Giving herself completely to the American above her, allowing the younger girl to take charge completely. Not that it seemed Storm was giving her a choice in the matter. Her arms wrapping around the younger girls neck, hands flattening against the space between Storm's shoulder blades for a moment before dragging up through her short soft hair. Hermione's cheeks were flush red and her eyes were shut completely.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Storm's finger's hook under the waistband of her underwear. Every fiber of her being was on fire, and now she was sure she was going to be the one to combust. Slowly, as if hesitantly for the first time the younger witch began sliding the last piece of material left on Hermione's body down her legs. Giving the older witch time to stop her if she wanted to. Hermione voiced no protests but helped by kicking her underwear off the bed. Watching as Storm crawled back up her body, with a wide smile plastered to her lips. Her dark eyes bright and warm as she settled over the brunette once again. Her fingers tracing gentle patterns across Hermione's stomach.

"Are you sure about this?" she spoke gently, her smile never faltering.

"More than I've ever been" Hermione spoke, her voice just as quiet a hint of nerves twisting it's way into her nerves.

Storm's only reply was to place tender kisses to her lips, as her fingers slowly made their way to their destination. Finding where they needed to go almost right away, dipping her fingers into the liquid lust that had pooled at the brunettes core. The younger witch toyed for a few moments, teasing gently as she ran her fingers back and forth a little too gently. Causing the brunette to whimper in need and that was the only thing she needed to start her work.

Hermione's eyes shut tight immediately, her arms wrapping around the American's neck to hold her close. Surges of pleasure wracked through the brunette's body and she bit her lip to stop herself from being too loud as little pants threatened to get louder. Storm's dexterous fingers set a rhythm, and were sending the brunette hurtling easily towards a cliff she was sure she hadn't quite completely fallen off before. It was slightly awkward and fumbling, as the shifter tried her hardest not to get too rough, and remain as calm as possible. Kissing Hermione's cheek, and lips. Whispering sweet nothing to coax Hermione into letting go completely, and she did. She crashed head first over the last barrier, and completely over the cliff. Her climax ripped through her body, and she writhed beneath Storm's. Unable to prevent it from happening, she went with it, clinging tightly to the taller witch's quidditch firm body as her own began tensing and untensing. Her hands gripping at the younger girls back, digging her nails in maybe a little too hard. But Storm never complained, just continued to draw the older witch's orgasm out completely.

Hermione's body soon went limp, and she drug the younger witch down next to her. Storm's arms wrapping around her slightly damp body, pressing kisses to her shoulder blades. It was so simple, it wasn't carnal or rough. It wasn't what she had expected either. The younger witch had been gentle, and careful and maybe even a little worried. Storm hadn't pushed for anything in return; she hadn't pushed for anything at all. She had just pleasured, simply pleasured. As if she had been lowering Hermione gently into the act.

A/n; Hello again everybody!

I have something to ask of everybody reading this. So if you could take a few minutes to answer these questions either via PM or commenting/reviewing on this story it would be brilliant. Just a short answer will do, but the more I get the more I have to work with

Would people like the idea of visual aids to Storm's character? Photo's of generally Stormy things. This Story is far from over, and I was thinking about giving you all a good visual of what Storm actually looks like. I always find OC fics are more interesting with visuals of the OC character. What do you think?

If yes to the above question, what would you like to see? Any specific scenes or visuals? For example, Storm in the war.

Let me know please!