21

Hermione had spent two nights and three days with Ginny in Holyhead. They spent a lot of time talking about all kinds of things, and often just mundane subjects, sometimes comparing the muggle world with the magical, and just generally enjoying each others company. They laughed and they loved, managing perfectly well with their physical relationship, despite some of the missing elements.

It was Wednesday evening and the last night Hermione was staying at the cottage. Ginny had to train on the Thursday and was staying at Holyhead until Sunday night, to make up any time she missed with an extra team meeting and training session. Ginny refused to leave Hermione on her own in the house and Mrs. Weasley had sent an owl, which suggested she thought it was time Hermione got back to the Burrow too.

Great, just as I'm getting used to this, we've got to part again, Hermione thought gloomily. Now I sound like a clingy sap! Get a grip!

As she waited for Ginny to finish up in the bathroom she couldn't help but have an overactive mind. She loved it here, and fell into the domesticity of living with Ginny as easily as putting on a coat.

If only her hundreds and thousands of fans knew, I had their star to myself at night. I get to sleep with Ginny Weasley! A naked Ginny Weasley! she smirked to herself. Now you just sound like a groupie!

"What's funny?" asked Ginny as she walked through. Hermione's eyes honed in on those gorgeous swaying breasts.

"Hmm?" Hermione mumbled, completely distracted. She would never get used to, or grow tired of looking at Ginny's body.

"You were grinning wildly!"

"Oh. Nothing much. Just silly thoughts going through my head."

Ginny slid in to bed and put her arms around the brunette. They moved onto their sides to face each other but still being able to have an arm around each other.

"Care to elaborate?" asked a curious Ginny.

Hermione had the grace to blush. Bloody hell, how does she manage to get me to blush all the time? I guess that's an improvement on coughing and spluttering. She wrapped her arm around her girlfriend tighter, so they were impossibly close now.

"I was just thinking like...well...like a groupie," said Hermione unable to hide her own snort of laughter.

"A groupie?" Ginny laughed. "You're a groupie are you?"

Hermione pressed her lips to the redhead's, gently nibbling on those velvet lips.

"Well, I've followed you for years," Hermione said, beginning to punctuate each sentence she uttered with a kiss. "I've admired your body," kiss "I want to be with you all the time," kiss "I disliked your previous choice of boyfriend through pure jealousy," kiss "I wanted you all to myself," kiss "Oh and the fantasies..."

Ginny giggled. "That sounds more like a stalker?"

"I'm that too!" Hermione grinned, kissing her for a little longer.

"So fantasies eh? I always thought there's was more than dust inside a bookworm girl's head?" Ginny laughed softly. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"What did you want to do to me in your fantasies?" the redhead asked with peaked curiosty.

"Too many versions to say," Hermione replied with a crooked grin.

"Did you have a favourite?"

"Maybe."

"Come on, tell me?" Ginny urged.

"Hmm, I always thought about greeting you after a quidditch match in the changing rooms. You're sweaty and glowing with athleticism. I push you up against a wall, strip you of your kit, and kiss my way down your body, before kneeling and...," Hermione blushed again. Oh for god's sake! she thought.

"And?" Ginny asked in a husky voice, breathing a little faster.

"AND," Come on just go for it girl, she thought "and...sticking my tongue into your hot slit, licking and sucking you, and pushing my fingers into you, until your legs shake and you scream my name."

Hermione was almost panting now herself, her hand caressing Ginny's back, very aware that she could feel both her own and Ginny's nipples hardening against each other in their embrace.

"Whew! They always say it's the quiet bookish types you have to worry about," said Ginny feeling very warm.

Hermione rolled them, so she was on top of her girlfriend. She looked intensely into Ginny's eyes, an expression of total seriousness on her face.

"I love you Ginny Weasley," she said, before lowering her head to claim the redhead's lips, sliding a hand down the side of her girlfriend's body to hold and caress a breast, catching the moan she provoked against her questing, urgent tongue.

Hermione wriggled slightly so that she was lying between Ginny's legs, she could feel her lover's wetness brush against her own mound, causing her to moan herself. She finally left the unending depths of passion always to be found when their lips and mouthes were joined, kissing a path down to Ginny's delectable neck, while at the same time rocking her hips ever so slightly, knowing she would giving a little friction where it was needed. She kissed a trail to Ginny's ear, sucking and gently biting the earlobe, before whispering.

"I'm going to miss you, my love. I'm going to miss you so much. I'm going to make sure you remember me, till I can be in your arms again." She licked the beautifully soft earlobe again.

Both women were breathing faster, and letting out little moans of pleasure. Hermione kissed her way from the redhead's neck to her breasts. I'll never get tired of these beauties, Hermione thought, as she sucked on a nipple, swirling her tongue over it, as her fingers pinched and tugged on the other one. She switched breasts so each had the same amount of worship, her lover arching her back, moving up into her touch, placing her hands onto the back of her head and neck, keeping her in place.

I'm not done yet, Hermione thought. She kissed her way down Ginny's toned stomach, loving how she could feel the muscles twitch with desire as she caressed and teased the flesh. She had by now, slid down to kneel between Ginny's legs, her most intimate place, her divine treasure spread before her.

Hermione placed a hand on Ginny's stomach, and her other hand around a thigh as she lowered her head. She looked up to Ginny, at the very moment the redhead raised her head to look at what her lover was doing. Hermione lowered her head and brushed her tongue over Ginny's pulsing clit.

"Oh god! That is sooo good!" Ginny said, her voice laced with desire.

You taste better than that cake we made, Hermione thought with amusement. Ambrosia indeed! She pressed her tongue against, and caressed the hard nub. She licked the length of her girlfriend's slit and back to the engorged bundle of nerves. Hermione had to hold her lover more firmly around her thigh better to control her thrusting hips.

She removed the hand, stretched out on Ginny's abdomen and slid it down the outside of the woman's thigh, before inserting two fingers into Ginny's wet and waiting cavity.

Ginny moaned loudly, panting. Hermione covered her girlfriend's clit with her mouth, sucking on it and flicking her tongue back and forth across it as she gradually sped up her fingers inside her lover.

"Herm-i-one. Oh gods. Soooo gooood!" Ginny panted.

Hermione was able to look up and see the woman she loved in the throes of passion and it never failed to stun her at the beauty of this woman.

She could feel Ginny's insides start to grip her fingers. She licked faster and harder at her girlfriend's centre, and curled her two fingers slightly to rub against that special place inside of Ginny.

"Come for me, Ginny," she said before moaning against her girlfriend's most intimate place knowing the vibrations from that would add to it all.

Ginny's hips violently bucked, her insides spasming hard. "HERMIONE!" she moaned loudly as she had one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had.

Hermione slowed her movements down, but continued to lap at her lover's centre to ride it out the whole way, teasing every last ounce of passion from Ginny.

Her girlfriend lay back and stilled finally, breathing heavily and flushed in the face, a gorgeous glow to her cheeks. The Weasley-I've-just-got-laid-shade-of-red, Hermione laughed inwardly. Ron went the same colour after climax. Oh shit on that, I don't want to think about him now!

The brunette placed a sweet kiss on the inside of each of Ginny's thighs, before crawling up the bed to lay beside her, leaning over to kiss her slowly and sensually on the lips, letting the redhead taste her own arousal. Hermione left her fingers inside Ginny, she was being gripped too hard still to remove them yet. I like them in there anyway, Hermione admitted.

Ginny hadn't said anything since she came, she was taking a while to come down from her high. Hermione placed light little kisses on her lips and cheek, brushing those gorgeous auburn red locks away from Ginny's sweating forehead.

"I've wanted to do that for years," Hermione said quietly.

"That was amazing! Whew!" Ginny managed to say after a few moments.

"You enjoyed that?"

"Well, duh! It's only the best bloody orgasm I've ever had!" Ginny said, still breathing a little hard.

Hermione leaned over, tenderly pressing her lips to her lover. As she moved, she accidentally moved her fingers, causing Ginny's hips to buck involuntarily.

"Oops. I didn't mean to do that. Sorry."

"Hermione Granger, never apologise for having your fingers inside me!" Ginny chortled.

"Hmm, I like them there. You feel so good," Hermione said in almost a whisper.

"I love having you inside me, Hermione," said Ginny, her insides spasming slightly from voicing her erotic opinion.

Ginny slid a hand down between Hermione's legs, sliding a finger into her warm, wet folds.

"Someone's turned on?" smirked the redhead, as Hermione sighed loudly.

"How could I not be? You're fucking hot, Ginny!"

The redhead's eyes went wide, she wasn't accustomed to Hermione using the four-letter word. She liked it; she liked it a lot. Hermione giggled at the reaction.

"Mind you, you'd still be just as hot if you wore an old potato sack and were covered in cow dung," Hermione continued.

Ginny, gently caressed Hermione's aching clit. They had worked out that this was fine and didn't cause any of the problems that showed their ugly head when movements were more frantic and searching that release. This way, Hermione got some pleasure without the anguish.

Hermione's breathing was a little faster and shuddery. As frequently happened she was thinking daft thoughts, Ginny Weasley has her hand in my crotch, Ginny Weasley is playing with my...!

She must have been grinning outwardly again as Ginny looked at her amused.

"What's tickled you now?"

"You mean apart from your finger on my clit?" replied Hermione. "Just some more groupie thoughts!"

Ginny laughed. "I don't take fans or groupies to bed. But with you I make an exception."

"I'm glad to hear it!" said an adamant Hermione.

"Hmm. You can come out now," Ginny told her lover, referring to her still deeply embedded fingers. She kissed Hermione as the brunette gently slid her fingers out, Ginny's inner walls making an attempt to hold her back as she moved them, causing the redhead to moan into Hermione's mouth as she felt the loss from within her.

"Are you OK?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah. I just wish I could keep you in there forever."

The redhead rolled them slightly, so that Hermione was on her back and Ginny was against her side, and able to hover over her upper half. Keeping her finger inbetween her girlfriend's slick folds, she lower her head and took a nipple into her mouth. The brunette moaned. She proceeded to make love to Hermione's breasts, frequently rising up to kiss her deeply on the lips, kissing to an ear and whispering to her about how beautiful she was.

Ginny felt so sad for Hermione, that she couldn't give her release, and she couldn't imagine how frustrating it felt to be able to get worked up, but not break through the barrier of climax, knowing to get near it was to relive the worst of horrors. With her kisses and caresses, she tried to show Hermione how much she loved her. It would all work out eventually, and she hoped that soon Hermione could feel what she had felt tonight, without any fear.

Hermione's energy levels were still not perfect and Ginny sensed she was getting drowsy and slowed down her movements.

"Let's get some sleep," the redhead suggested.

"I wish I didn't have to go tomorrow. I miss you already," said Hermione. "Urgh, that sounds so drippy!" she added

"No it doesn't. I feel the same way. I'm going to miss you. Sunday night will feel like years away," admitted Ginny.

"I'll just have to get used to it. And ravish you when the opportunities occur."

Ginny burst out laughing. "I look forward to that!"

The redhead passed her girlfriend the mug of sleeping potion, amused at the grimace on Hermione's face as she downed it.

They cuddled up, sharing a short goodnight kiss, wishing the night would last longer than any night before, to postpone their parting in the morning.