This is ridiculously overdue, so I tried to make it a bit longer. HOWEVER, alas, my exams have finally finished, so I'm aiming to get more done =)
Read, review if you like it, it always makes me smile.
Special thanks to: lemon-rind, Beat182, devilsspy, Rioshix, Denethion, amberpetriece, meso20180, vampiretiger, xshadow0x and irgheto
'Hermione...' Quinn breathed out, her voice even huskier than usual.
'Y-yeah.' Hermione replied, her voice unsteady.
Quinn stopped her actions and moved to hover over Hermione, her arms either side of the witch's head.
'Do you want to stay over tonight?'
Hermione's eyes flew open as the question finally penetrated the cloudy mess that was her mind.
Quinn wanted her to stay over.
In her house.
With her.
WITH HER.
What did she answer to that? Did she answer that? Well, that was preposterous, of course she had to answer. She couldn't just power through and carry on making out with her... Or could she?
No. No she couldn't. It had already been far too long since anybody had said anything.
Did she want to stay the night?
'Hermione?' Quinn whispered, a hint of worry tinged in her voice.
'Quinn, I...'
The obnoxiously loud noise of her ringtone pierced through her thoughts and startled both girls. Hermione jumped back, her hand diving into her pocket to search for the offending item.
'Merlin Quinn, I'm so sorry. Just a second.' Hermione mumbled, her face red as she squinted at her phone screen. She tried desperately to control her breathing as she prepared herself to answer the phone.
Incoming call: Ginny.
Ginevra Cockblock Weasley? What the hell did she want?
'Ginny, hello, what can I do for you?' Hermione answered. She tried to disguise her annoyed tone as much as possible.
'Hermione! This computer thing, I want to put the silver circle thingy into it but I can't figure out the incantation to open the drawer.'
Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up from the settee. She placed the phone against her shoulder and looked apologetically at Quinn.
'I'm sorry, it's Ginny. I'll just take this in the hall.'
'No worries, tell her I said hi.' Quinn answered, forcing a smile.
Hermione smiled back and quickly shuffled into the hallway, closing the living room door behind her.
'What is the problem again?' Hermione snapped.
'Excuse you. What's with the anger?' Ginny asked.
'I'm sorry Ginny, I didn't mean to snap. I'm just a little... On edge. Do go on...'
'No problems. So this large box thingy next to the screen. I want to put the disc in it but I can't remember the spell I have to say to make the tray pop out... I tried just shoving it in but it made a horrendous noise.'
Hermione rolled her eyes. Muggles...
'Ginny, you need to press the little button on the front of the drawer.'
'Ok, and then say what?'
'You don't need to say anything, just press it.' Hermione stated amusedly.
'Ahh, just this...Ahh! Ok. Yes, there it is.'
'Anything else I can help you with?'
'Yes actually now you mention it. This 'toaster' where exactly do you have to... OH MY GOD YOU ARE HAVING SEX.'
Hermione jumped back in surprise as her friend screamed down the phone.
'Keep your voice down! What the hell are you jabbering on about?' Hermione whispered.
'You! Sex! Having! You were annoyed that I interrupted! You were breathing all heavily! Oh my God! Hermione!'
'I'll have you know that I was doing nothing of the sort.'
'Liar.'
'Ginerva Weasley!'
'Oh come on! It's not a bad thing if you were, Quinn's hot, you're hot. You've been going out for like forever... The toaster can wait! Go and finish whatever it is that you do... Ladeling? Is that it? Something to do with a kitchen.'
'I think you mean scissoring.'
'Hermione please, I don't need to know all the details of your sex life. Now go have fun! Au revoir!' Ginny called before hanging up, leaving a stunned Hermione clutching her phone to her ear.
That did not just happen.
That wasn't something that had just happened to her. It couldn't be.
But alas, here she was, still clutching her phone in Quinn Fabray's hallway.
She slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. A large sigh escaped her body. What was she going to do? When she was to go back in it would be beyond awkward. What would she say to Quinn?
More to the point, how would she answer the question that was still hanging around like the giant hippogriff in the room.
Did she want to 'spend the night'? Was she ready? Was she ready to lose her virginity?
Her mind raced with objections. No! You can't! You're not ready, you'll mess up. It will be embarrassing. You may even mortally offend her to the point where she doesn't even want to live in the same country as you. What if you're awful? What if you do everything wrong? What if you physically hurt her?
However her heart, and a few places further south, were yelling back: you love her. This is Quinn we're talking about. Sweet, gentle, caring, kind, beautiful, sexy, very ,very, very, sexy, Quinn. Quinn with the huge heart and the perfectly sculpted arse...
Hermione let out an involuntary moan as her mind drifted back to the previous make out session, not 10 minutes ago. She'd gotten a handful of the afore mentioned perfect arse and God did she want to feel more of where that came from.
Hermione shot up.
That was it. She was spending the night.
Quinn swore she almost fell off the settee in fear as she saw the living room door open to reveal a very nervous looking Hermione.
She managed to regain her composure after flailing her legs around for a moment, finally settling on laying sideways and resting her head on her arm and her elbow on the settee.
Suave.
'Is everything ok?' She husked before coughing.
Woah. Where did that voice even come from? Rein it in Fabray. Rein it in.
'Yes, it was just Ginny. She was having problems understanding her computer, it happens all the time bless her. She just doesn't understand muggle technology.' Hermione smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Quinn smiled nervously and looked at the floor.
She heard Hermione's tentative footsteps draw closer and closer to her until Hermione's bright pink socks came into her eye line.
Begrudgingly she looked up into the concerned eyes of one Hermione Granger.
'Hello.' She offered nervously.
Hello? Really? Smooth Fabray.
'Hey.' Hermione chuckled in return, smiling at the blonde.
Silence fell. Quinn worried her lip between her teeth and shrugged.
Well, this was sufficiently awkward. What do you even say to a girl who you just basically asked to have sex with? Is there an etiquette? Somebody should write a book...
'So... What do you...'
'Yes.' Hermione interrupted.
Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion.
'Yes?'
'Yes, I want to stay over tonight. If the offer still stands.' Hermione said confidently.
Quinn's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and happiness.
Her hand slipped from the side of her face, causing her upper body to plummet to the settee, sending her face planting onto the cushion.
Smooth Fabray.
So smooth.
She scrambled to sit up, looking up at Hermione with a wide grin.
'You do?'
Hermione bit her lip and nodded shyly, 'I do.'
Quinn grabbed the back of Hermione's legs, pulling the girl between her own and causing Hermione to giggle.
'I'm glad.' Quinn husked, tapping the back of Hermione's knees.
The brunette seemed to get the hint as she kneeled down on the settee, straddling Quinn.
'I'm gonna have to go in a bit and get some stuff, you know, like some clothes for school in the morning and some pyjamas and then toiletries.' Hermione rambled.
Quinn smiled and shook her head.
'You are adorable when you ramble. It's no problem, I'll drive you over now if you want.'
Hermione shook her head and smiled.
'It's ok, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'll just 'pop' over now and I'll be back before you know it. In the meantime you can pick a film for us to watch.'
Hermione finished her sentence by placing a quick kiss to Quinn's lips.
'Are you sure? It's raining, I don't want you to...' With a loud cracking noise Hermione suddenly disappeared into thin air, 'catch a cold...' Quinn finished, looking around in confusion.
Oh! That thing! With the popping noise... Evaporation? Apparation! That's it.
God, this was going to take a while to get used to...
Quinn smiled and shook her head before standing up and walking towards the television.
Hermione chuckled as she landed in her bedroom. Ahh, the look on Quinn's face had been priceless. She really did love magic sometimes.
She grinned as she grabbed the nearest bag and started picking up clothes to throw in it. Her black jeans, they would do. The jumper or the t-shirt? She picked up both and scrutinised them before shrugging and placing them both in.
Nightwear, that was the real problem. She didn't own anything 'sexy'. Every pair of pyjamas she owned had some kind of small animal or horrendously cute slogan running across the top. They were definitely not sexy. She should know; there was one thing Hermione Jean Granger could not do and that was sexy.
She begrudgingly picked up her 'Blue without Ewe' pyjama shorts and a vest top and placed them in her bag along with some clean underwear.
She walked to her bedroom door and flung it open before jogging down the landing towards the bathroom. She picked up her toothbrush and toothpaste and span around.
'What's going on?' Hermione's mother asked as she stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her arms folded.
Hermione jumped and dropped all that she was holding, letting out a high pitched squeal , much to her mother's amusement.
With a scowl she picked up her items and stood back up.
'Really mother, was the scaring necessary?'
'Not entirely but it was amusing. I repeat, what's going on?' Hermione's mum smirked before looking down at the items in Hermione's hands.
'Oh... I was going to ask you. Would it be ok if, well I was wondering if you would be ok... Quinn asked.' Hermione rambled, a blush forming on her cheeks.
'Is there a question in here somewhere?' Jean asked, grinning at her flustered daughter.
Hermione took a deep breath. She could do this. She'd fought in a war. She could ask her mother if she could stay over at her girlfriend's house.
'Mother, Quinn's asked me if I want to stay over at her house tonight. Is that alright?'
Her mother's eyebrows rose as she processed the question.
'Is her mother home?'
Hermione considered lying; it would probably make everything a lot easier permission wise. However, she knew her mother could read her like a book.
'No, no she is not.'
'So it would just be you two? Alone?'
Hermione felt her cheeks blaze up.
'Yes.' She mumbled.
'In which case, I think it's time.' Hermione's head snapped up. What? Time? 'Edward! Come up here for a second!' Jean yelled, causing Hermione to jump once more.
'What's going on?' Hermione asked.
'In your room Hermione.' Jean nodded towards the door.
Hermione shuffled past her mother and towards her bedroom door. What the hell was going on? Was she being punished? Why was her Dad coming upstairs...
She sat down on her bed and placed her toiletries in the bag along with her clothes.
After what felt like a lifetime her parents finally followed her into the room. They shared a knowing glance before sitting at either side of Hermione.
'Hermione dear, I think it's time.' Jean began, her tone soft...
'What...?' Hermione froze.
No.
This was not happening. This was not happening to her.
'It's time we had the talk dear.' Edward finished.
'I really don't think that's necessary.' Hermione exclaimed, covering her face with her hands.
'On the contrary! I think it is, so we're going to have it no matter how uncomfortable it is for all of us. It needs to be done.' Jean protested, grabbing one of Hermione's hands and pulling it off her face.
'Please don't do this... Don't let her do this Dad.' She pleaded with Edward, who looked just as uncomfortable as she felt. Poor man.
'Now Otter, your mother has a point. We'll keep it short and sweet.'
'Just like my first time.' Jean added, winking at Hermione.
'Mother! Please! Don't ever do that again!' Hermione groaned.
She was in actual hell. She'd happily go back to the Malfoy Manor with Bellatrix if it meant that she wouldn't be here.
'What? I was just lightening the mood!' Jean chuckled, ruffling Hermione's hair.
'Well... Basically, what we wanted to say is: We know pregnancy isn't a fear, unless you need to tell us something about Quinn...' Edward began, looking amusedly at his daughter.
'No Dad...' Hermione rolled her eyes.
'In which case all we wanted to say is be careful. When you're... Intimate with somebody you're incredibly vulnerable. Just make sure you really trust them before you do anything; we wouldn't want you to get hurt.'
Hermione smiled at her mother.
'I love her mother. I trust her more than anything. I swear I'll be careful.'
'I know you will Otter, we're just looking out for you.' Edward smiled back, before ruffling her hair and standing up.
'Now, as much as I am loving the world's most awkward conversation, is it ok if I get going?'
'That's fine dear. We'll see you when you get back from school tomorrow.' Jean stood up and walked to the door, following her husband onto the landing.
'Bye!' Hermione called after them.
Hermione pinched herself.
Yes.
That actually just happened.
Quinn was going insane. Her mind had officially been lost. Hermione had left over 20 minutes ago, leaving a very impatient, very horny Quinn behind.
She'd tidied her room, she'd tidied the living room, she'd tidied the bathroom. Everything was spotless. And now she was sat, perched precariously on the arm of the settee, her leg bouncing uncontrollably, biting her thumb nail as she stared at the spot where Hermione had left.
Did she have to come back to the same space she'd left? Is that how it worked? She had no idea. All she knew was that it was still weird when her girlfriend literally disappeared into thin air.
Ok, now it had been 21 minutes... She stood up and walked over to the mirror, checking her appearance for what could quite possibly be the millionth time.
Looking at her own face blinking back at her, Quinn let out a deep breath. She could totally do this.
She loved Hermione, she loved her more that she ever thought was possible to love another. She loved her so much she didn't even care that she was acting like a complete love sick puppy after Hermione had been gone for a mere 21 minutes. She loved her and she wanted to show her.
This wasn't like Puck. This wasn't a one-time fuck to take the pain away. She wasn't even sure if her and Hermione were going to sleep together... All she knew was that she'd never looked forward to anything as much in her entire life.
A knock at the door startled Quinn out of her pep talk. With confusion written across her face Quinn made her way to the door.
After fumbling with the lock, Quinn swung open the door to reveal a very embarrassed looking Hermione.
'Hello...?' Quinn greeted...
'Were you not expecting me?' Hemione asked, suddenly confused.
'No! I mean, yes... I mean, I didn't expect you to come to the door.' She shook her head at her own rambling and stepped aside, allowing Hermione into the house.
'Ahh. Well I thought it'd be a little bit rude to just appear inside your house all of a sudden. Especially after the way you reacted to Ginny the last time.' Hermione teased, walking past Quinn into the hallway.
Quinn rolled her eyes and closed the front door.
'Well excuse me for being a bit stunned if somebody I've met like once just appears out of thin air before my very eyes. I was just shocked!' Quinn defended, her arms flailing in the air.
Hermione chuckled lightly before stepping forwards and placing a kiss to Quinn's lips, silencing the blonde.
'You really are adorable.' Hermione whispered.
Quinn blushed and wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist.
'I think you'll find I'm a badass.' Quinn smirked before quickly kissing Hermione's neck, drawing a quiet moan from the brunette.
'Yes. Of course you are Quinn.' Hermione deadpanned, a smirk breaking out across her face. 'Well you might need to be a badass in front of my parents the next time you see them.'
Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion.
'Why?' She asked as she nuzzled her head into Hermione's neck.
'Because... On my way out they cornered me and gave me 'the talk'.'
Quinn's body froze. The talk. Hermione's parents had given her the talk. That meant... That meant her parents thought they were having sex. Oh God. Obviously she could never face them ever again. She couldn't walk into a room and smile at two people who thought she was defiling their baby girl.
She groaned in embarrassment causing Hermione to chuckle.
'I can never speak to them again.'
'Oh don't worry. They seemed completely unaware of how horrendously awkward the conversation was. Well, my mother at least. She even interjected with anecdotes about her own sex life.'
'Hermione! Really? Did that have to be said? I'm totally not turned on anymore...'
'You were turned on?' Hermione asked blushing slightly.
'Of course I was... I was just straddling my incredibly hot girlfriend. Why wouldn't I be?' Quinn smirked, her voice growing huskier as she recalled the prior events that had led up to this point. She accentuated it with several kisses to Hermione's neck.
'Oh... That's... Oh.' Hermione stuttered as her eyes fluttered shut causing Quinn's smirk to grow against her neck.
'That was incredibly eloquent, congratulations.' Quinn teased before she nipped gently at the brunette's neck.
'I... Shut up.' Hermione moaned out, her arms snaking around Quinn's neck.
As Hermione's hands seemed to tangle themselves in Quinn's hair the blonde felt a familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach, causing her to moan into the witch's neck.
Could she jump straight in or would that be too trashy? God she wanted to jump straight in.
She felt her stomach flip as she realised what she was about to do. Keep it cool Fabray, keep it cool.
'Hermione..?' Quinn questioned as she continued to assault Hermione's neck with feather light kisses.
'Mmm?' Hermione groaned in response, tightening her grip around Quinn's neck.
So far so good.
'Erm... Do you wanna go up to my room?' She questioned nervously, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
She felt a sigh of relief escape her as she felt Hermione nod against her.
'Do you want me to be all romantic and try and carry you up?' She chuckled before biting playfully on Hermione's earlobe, causing the brunette to wobble slightly.
'I would usually say no... But my legs don't seem to be functioning properly at the moment' Hermione whispered in reply.
Quinn grinned and placed her hands underneath Hermione's ass, lifting her up with ease before leaning forward and capturing her lips with a moan. She sent a silent prayer of thanks out to Sue Sylvester for all of those years of unnecessary exercise.
Totally worth it.
Hermione's legs wrapped around her waist as she stumbled to the bottom of the stairs, her lips never leaving Hermione's. Her cloudy mind glossed over the small problem of getting them both to the top of the stairs in one piece. Instead it focussed solely on the way Hermione's hands were deliciously stroking the hair at the back of her neck, her fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
Running on pure adrenaline Quinn made her way upstairs, sending herself a tiny pat on the back for not falling flat on her face and ruining the moment entirely.
Her right leg reached out and kicked her bedroom door open, making Hermione giggle.
'I feel like I'm in the climax scene of some rom-com.'
Quinn couldn't focus on any words in that sentence that weren't climax. Her brain would not allow it.
She pulled back from the brunette, resting their foreheads against each other and breathing heavily. Words Quinn. Say words.
'Is this ok? I mean... If you need me to stop then just say something.'
Hermione answered her question by attaching her lips to her neck, peppering kisses up and down the exposed skin.
Quinn took that as a yes.
Taking a few tentative steps into her room, she felt her knees hit her target, her bed. Gently she lowered the witch down onto her back before crawling on top of her. Their eyes met for a second, leading to a huge grin being shared between the two.
The air between them was charged with something Quinn had never felt before. She loved it.
'God I love you so much Hermione.' Quinn whispered.
Hermione's eyes softened as she felt the emotion behind Quinn's declaration hit her.
'I love you too Quinn.' She smiled and reached up, gently kissing Quinn's full lips.
The kiss soon turned heated, Quinn pushing Hermione down fully onto the bed, her hands falling either side of her head as she straddled the brunette.
Hermione could feel her patience grow thinner and thinner with every passing second. Every kiss, every lingering touch only accented the fact that she was incredibly turned on. She could tell that Quinn was being reserved and allowing Hermione to set the pace.
However, Hermione needed more.
'Quinn...' She whispered in between heated kisses.
'Mm, Hermione?' Quinn husked out.
Hermione felt herself bite her lip in pure arousal. God that voice. She thought Quinn's voice was delicious at the best of times. But when it was this husky, this deep, this laced with pure lust. She's never heard something so magnificent in her entire life.
She whined and grabbed onto the neck of Quinn's top, crashing their lips together, trying to convey what she needed to the girl on top of her.
If Quinn's growl was anything to go by the girl had understood, much to Hermione's relief. She shivered as she felt Quinn's lips travel down her neck before skipping and attaching themselves to the expanse of skin that had become visible on her stomach as her t-shirt had ridden up. Those delicious lips kissed a fiery trail upward, Quinn's hands pushing the material up as they went.
As she felt those lips reach the bottom of her breast she couldn't help the moan that flew past her lips.
Her willpower was cracking. Quinn was so close but yet entirely too far away...
'Quinn...' She breathed out, tangling one of her hands in Quinn's long blonde locks.
She thanked every single God she could think of in that moment as she felt Quinn's hand push away the material of her bra and her lips finally kiss the tender skin on the underside of her right breast. A contended sigh fell from her lips as her head hit the soft pillow behind her.
As Quinn's hand began to gently massage her breast Hermione could feel the very last of her coherent thoughts fly out of the open window. She didn't know where she was, what had happened in her past or even who she was. All she knew was that she'd never been more aroused in her entire life.
The fiery feeling that had been lingering in her stomach all evening had become more prominent, almost impossible to ignore. The feeling ran like lava through her veins, setting her entire body alight.
It was intoxicating.
'Q-quinn... Please. I'm ready.'
Hermione giggled as Quinn's attacked her neck with kisses, her arms locked around her waist, stopping her from moving.
'Quinn! Come on, we're going to be late to the first lesson!' Hermione half heartedly protested. After managing to convince Quinn that staying in bed all day was not an option she'd finally managed to get the girl to school. However, that's as far as she'd managed to get before Quinn pulled her into the toilets.
'Aww.. I don't wanna.' Came the muffled protest from a very huffy Quinn Fabray.
'I shan't have you leading me astray! I have a perfect attendance record I'll have you know. No! Do not use the pout on me, unfair.' Hermione dramatically pulled back and looked away, trying to stifle her own laughter.
'What pout?'
'Oh don't act coy with me Fabray, you know exactly what you're doing. The pout, the puppy dog eyes.' Hermione chuckled and kissed Quinn lightly on the nose. 'I would love to spend my day cuddling with you, with and without clothes; however we need to go to lessons. I'm putting my foot down.' Hermione finished. However, whilst her tone was stern she knew her body was betraying her.
She couldn't help but be physically drawn to her girlfriend. As she stood her hands couldn't help but play with the hem of Quinn's t-shirt, subconsciously pulling the girl's hips into her own.
'You're putting your foot down are you?' She heard Quinn husk into her ear, sending a chill down her spine. She could almost hear the smirk.
'Y-yes.' She stammered out. Her mind cursed herself. She was Hermione Jean Granger! She did not stammer out one word answers. She was verbose. She was eloquent...
However, as Quinn's teeth bit down playfully, Hermione forgot her name.
'You're sexy when you're in control.' Quinn all but growled.
Hermione whimpered.
As Quinn's lips attached themselves to her neck Hermione's mind flashed back to the night before, the memories assaulting her mind, only adding to the fog that was closing in around her resolve.
'If you need me to stop, at any time, just tell me. Ok?' Quinn asked, her eyes soft and tender. The honesty behind the statement caused Hermione's heart to melt a little.
'Ok. I will.' Hermione whispered, nodding.
However the thought of Quinn's hand stopping what it was doing right now was an unbearable one. Another moan filled the air as she felt Quinn's hand ghost over her underwear once more. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to jump every time Quinn's hand brushed closer to the one place Hermione needed her most.
She could feel how wet she was, how wet Quinn had made her, as Quinn's thigh pressed deliciously against her.
The pace Quinn was setting was agonisingly slow. She needed more. She needed Quinn. Hermione's mouth opened in order to inform Quinn of her ever growing lack of patience. However, the request turned into a strangled moan as soon as Quinn's fingers rubbed over her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through the brunette's body.
'N-no! You need to be in English,' Hermione paused to look at her watch, '5 minutes ago!'
Quinn groaned and nuzzled into Hermione's neck. English was the last thing she wanted to be doing right now. When offered the choice between sitting in English for an hour, and making out with her girlfriend, Quinn didn't even need to hesitate to make her choice.
She was going to have to play dirty.
'But I was thinking we could carry on from where we left off... Y'know. This morning?' She whispered, her breath lightly ghosting the skin of Hermione's neck.
She felt herself shiver at the memory.
A tickling sensation on the back of her neck caused Quinn to begin to stir. A low groan left her mouth as the feeling travelled down her back. That was nice. Her sleepy mind began to work; what exactly was 'that'?
'Hmm?' She managed to mumble, her eyes slowly opening, causing her to wince from the intense sunlight flooding into her room.
'Morning.' She heard the husky voice greet from behind her, causing her to grin.
'Good morning.' She replied.
As her brain began to wake up she registered the tickling sensation on her back as kisses being peppered over her skin. She smiled. Best way to wake up.
She jumped slightly as she felt Hermione's hand, which was resting on her stomach, slowly trailing downwards before tracing light circles on her hip bone.
Scratch that. This was the best way to wake up.
'Hmm, it could be, if you wanted it to?' Hermione replied cockily, causing Quinn to smirk. The smirk she wore soon disappeared from her face as Hermione's hand dipped even lower, her lips pressing lingering kisses to her shoulder.
'Good God yes.' She breathed out before rolling over, coming face to face with her beautiful girlfriend.
'I'm incredibly glad you said that.' Hermione chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Quinn.
Quinn gasped into the kiss as she felt Hermione's fingers run slowly between her folds. A low moan emerged from her throat as she felt a pair of teeth gently clamping down on her bottom lip.
As Hermione's fingers worked expertly around her sensitive clit she couldn't help but question the fact that Hermione swore she'd never done this before. It was impossible, purely impossible for somebody to be this good at something they had only tried, for the first time, less than 12 hours ago. However, Quinn was not complaining.
'Fuck 'Min.' Quinn husked out, tangling her hands in the luscious brown locks before her, her hips rolling to meet the movements of Hermione's hand.
'We can do that in a bit.' Hermione chuckled.
God, when did she get so cocky? It was fucking hot.
Quinn's mouth tried desperately to find words. However, the task proved impossible. Instead she leaned up, smashing her lips against Hermione's in a bruising kiss. Pfft, who needed words?
Hermione seemed to understand almost instantly as her finger slid into Quinn, causing the writhing blonde to arch her back off the bed and groan in pleasure.
'Shit baby, just like that.'
'Tssk, language Quinn.'
Quinn could practically hear the smirk laced within Hermione's tone. Her witty retort, however, died on her lips as Hermione's finger curled deliciously inside her, stroking slowly at her walls.
A large banging noise outside made her eyes snap open. She knew that noise.. .That was a car door. Wasn't it?
Shit! Her mum!
'Herm... Oh God, yes. N-no. Hermione! My mum, she's back.' She managed to force out between breathy moans.
'Oh!' Hermione pulled back quickly, her eyes wide.
'Shit! What do we do? She's just got over me being gay; I don't think we're really at that place where she can walk into my room whilst I'm in bed with another girl.' Quinn began to mumble, her heart racing.
'Quinn! Calm, breathe. I've got this, ok?' Hermione announced before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. 'I'll see you at school. Bring my bag.'
Quinn barely had time to process the request before a large cracking noise filled the air and Hermione disappeared. She heaved a large sigh of relief and lay back on her bed.
God, she loved magic.
'T-this morning?' Hermione stammered out, much to Quinn's amusement.
'Yeah, you left me all... Hot and bothered.'
'Do you want me to sort that out for you?' Hermione whispered seductively, her finger beginning to trail a blazing path down Quinn's stomach.
'God yes...' Quinn choked out, her eyes closing.
Suddenly she felt cold. Her left eye opened slightly, scoping out what was going on. Both of her eyes snapped open when she saw the retreating form of her, incredibly annoying, girlfriend.
'In which case I'll see you after school. You have English now, go! I don't want to be going out with somebody who skives off of their classes." Hermione threw a wink over her shoulder before pushing open the bathroom door and disappearing into the corridor.
Quinn sighed deeply and ran her hand through her hair.
Bitch.
Santana was staring at her.
She could literally feel her eyes bearing into her very soul.
A quick glance to her left confirmed her suspicions; the Latina was staring at her. Scratch that. She was smirking at her. From past experiences Quinn knew that was never good.
Oh God. Now she was changing seats, heading directly for the spare seat next to her. She could honestly say she'd never before been upset that the boy who constantly smelled like cheese who sat next to her was absent.
'Santana, how may I help you?' She asked, her eyebrow raised.
'You totally got laid last night.' Santana exclaimed, smirking.
Quinn began to choke on the air she'd chosen to inhale, her eyes wide.
'Shut up!' She whispered, her eyes darting around the room trying desperately to see if anybody had heard. She was aware she probably looked insane but it was a risk she was willing to take.
'Ha! You totally did. You were practically skipping this morning. Good for you Q.' Santana whispered, much to Quinn's relief. Thank God she wasn't practically yelling any more.
'Shut up.' She mumbled pathetically in response, her cheeks beginning to burn with the intensity of her blush. Well, now there was no use trying to deny it. Stupid cheeks.
'So Granger... How was she?' Santana asked, wiggling her eyebrows playfully causing Quinn to roll her eyes.
'Santana!' She chastised, 'That's private.'
'Oh come on Q! This is what we do! We talk about this stuff, it never stopped you before... I'm just curious to see how you find the lady lovin'. I gotta admit, it's fucking A.' Santana smirked, shrugging slightly.
Quinn sighed and bit her lip. She kind of really wanted to talk about it with somebody... It was all so new. She needed to share it all with somebody that wasn't Hermione, to get it all off her chest. Was Santana the right person to go to? She was her best friend... And she did have experience with the whole 'sex with feelings' thing, after the whole Brittany thing...
'Fine... It... She was... Jesus she was phenomenal S.' Quinn whispered, a grin covering her face. 'Like, I know I don't have much to compare it to; we both know Puck isn't much of a contender.' Santana smirked and chuckled, 'Like I never knew that it could be that good. I think it's because of all of the emotions... I don't know. Like I've never felt so connected to someone.' She trailed off, a goofy grin plastered on her face.
Her arms gave way causing her to collapse on top of the exhausted figure of her girlfriend. She tried desperately to control her breathing, trying to get it back to some sort of human rate before her heart gave way. However, she mused, it would be a great way to die.
Using all of her strength she lifted her head up, resting her forehead against Hermione's. She sighed happily and smiled down at the girl, receiving a smile that made Quinn's heart flutter in return.
'That was...' Quinn began
'I know...' Hermione agreed, smiling lazily, her hand gently running through Quinn's long hair.
'Was that.. ok?' Quinn asked hesitantly.
Hermione nodded almost instantly, lifting the worry from Quinn's shoulders.
'I...' Hermione began before biting her lip.
Quinn could see tears threatening to fall from Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. The worry instantly returned, her heart hammering in her chest.
'Hey, don't cry... What's wrong?' She asked softly, kissing Hermione's cheeks.
'No, nothing's wrong... God I'm such an idiot.' Hermione chuckled, shaking her head. 'I'm just really, really happy that you were my first.'
Quinn's eyes widened.
'You mean...?'
Hermione flushed and looked down.
Quinn felt like an idiot... She'd never even asked. She'd just assumed... God she didn't know what she'd assumed.
'Yeah...' Hermione whispered.
Quinn's heart melted a little at the confession. She was actually Hermione's first... She couldn't help but feel even closer to her. Hermione had trusted her with something, something that was actually quite a big deal.
'Thank you.' She choked out, her voice almost breaking.
'For what?' Hermione asked, the confusion evident in her voice.
'For trusting me... For loving me... For being in my life.' Quinn smiled, kissing Hermione's cheek lightly.
'No. Thank you.' Hermione whispered, kissing Quinn lightly on the lips.
'Why?'
'Thank you for showing me how to be happy again.'
The watery smile that accompanied the admission caused a tear to spill from Quinn's eyes, falling down her cheek.
She knew right there and then that that's all she needed to do. She needed to make Hermione happy. She needed to see that smile, to see that beautiful face light up.
She was going to dedicate the rest of her life to seeing that smile.
Santana rolled her eyes.
'Wow. Ok. Gross. I didn't realise I was in a Rachel Mcadams movie.'
'Fuck you San.' Quinn retorted, her defences going up.
'Chill! I was kidding. Don't tell anybody I said this but it's kinda sweet, you being so loved up. I like Frizz, she's cool. I'm happy for you Q.'
Quinn's eyebrows rose at the confession. Wow. Santana Lopez, happy for her, sharing emotions. This was definitely one to tell the grandchildren.
'Thanks S, that actually means a lot. How are things with B?' Quinn asked tentatively; she knew it was still a delicate subject.
'They're... They're better. We're trying the whole best friends thing again. This time though I'm being completely honest, no lies, no games. Just me and her.'
'Wow... I'm proud of you S.' Quinn beamed, nudging her best friend with her shoulder.
'Shut up Fabray.' Santana rolled her eyes, a slight grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
Quinn just shook her head and chuckled under her breath before turning back to her work.
The large cracking noise caused Hermione and Brittany to look up from the floor of Hermione's bedroom.
'Hey Gin.'
'Heya Ginny.' Brittany chirped, waving slightly, earning a grin from the red head before she promptly flopped down on the floor with a squeal.
'Tell me everything! Go.'
'Yes! Everything, don't be shy.' Brittany added with a wink.
'Not everything! There are boundaries... I couldn't possibly...'
'Hermione. Everything.' Ginny deadpanned.
'Fine, fine! You perverts... Where do you want me to start?'
'Erm, the beginning?' Ginny rolled her eyes.
'A very good place to start.' Brittany hummed.
Hermione was already lost. This was already too much.
'Ok! Ok... So, it actually started with you Ginny... You remember when you called and accused me of having sex?' Ginny chuckled; Hermione took that as understanding, 'Well... We were actually getting pretty heavy. Just before you rang she actually asked me if I wanted to stay over. So thanks for that Gin.' She grinned sarcastically at the red head, making Ginny stick her tongue out and causing Brittany to laugh.
'Then I went back in and said yes... After a very embarrassing conversation with my parents which I've told you about, I went to hers and she just started kissing me and I... God I just melted. Like I physically couldn't stand. She carried me upstairs.'
She heard Brittany squeal next to her and she tried to hide her blush with her hands.
'Ok. Romance points for Quinn.' Ginny said, nodding.
'And then she was just so sweet about everything... She kept kissing my cheek and telling me how beautiful I looked. And she was really patient with me when... y'know.' Hermione's blush grew as she remembered the way Quinn had been with her, how amazing she'd been.
'I can't even handle that. That's so sweet... I kind of love Quinn a little bit.' Brittany admitted, her hand on her heart.
'Back of Pierce.' Hermione joked, chuckling at the blonde. 'She's mine.'
'So! How was she?' Ginny asked, wiggling her eyebrows, shuffling to lie on her stomach, looking up at Hermione with a smirk.
'Ginevra Weasley!' Hermione chastised. 'I'm not going into incredible detail about...that.'
'Oh come on! I did it with you, so did B. Spill!'
'She's right 'Minny, spill.' Brittany agreed, smirking slightly.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. Everyone thought Brittany was so sweet... Now she was ganging up on her. However, she was just dying to talk to somebody about it. She'd just lost her virginity! To a girl nonetheless. She needed to share it with somebody. She needed to process these emotions. She'd read in a book that inability to process emotions properly could lead to problems later on in life, and that is not something she wanted to experience. And she trusted books. It must be true.
'I... Well... God I've never actually felt anything like it. It was a bit awkward at first but she guided me through everything. She went first, with... You know.' Hermione couldn't control the blush that blazed across her cheeks. However after seeing the look from Ginny she knew she couldn't stop there. 'Then she, well she did this thing with her tongue. I swear I forgot how to speak for a while...
Ginny gasped before laughing at her older friend, shaking her head.
'That good?'
She received only a nod in response, Hermione's mind too busy remembering exactly what had happened.
'Quinn...' She started to protest, the nervousness returning to her.
'Hermione, trust me.' Quinn had interjected, placing a kiss to her cheek. 'Do you trust me?'
Hermione had nodded in response. She did. She did trust her, something which she'd thought impossible after the war. After seeing so much evil in one place, all directed at you and your friends, it was hard to see the good in some people.
Then there was Quinn.
Gentle, honest, kind Quinn. Quinn that held her as she cried about the war. Quinn that accepted her magic. Quinn that loved her.
Of course she trusted Quinn.
She bit her lip and nodded, earning a dazzling smile from Quinn.
'Just relax.'
Quinn's kisses started to move down her neck, to her collarbone before journeying down between her breasts to her stomach. She sighed happily as Quinn placed lingering kisses to the flesh there, almost physically soothing the butterflies still lingering in her stomach.
As Quinn's mouth began to move again, passing her hips before jumping down to her inner thigh, Hermione felt her eyes shut in anticipation.
'Quinn...' She whispered.
Her moan turned to a gasp as Quinn's tongue licked a path between Hermione's wet folds, flicking Hermione's clit just moments later.
Good God why had she ever protested against this? Who would ever...? Dear Lord.
Her hands grabbed onto the sheets, balling them in her hands as Quinn's tongue worked wonders between her legs. She officially had the best girlfriend in the entire world. There was no discussion. Unanimous decision.
As Quinn's lips wrapped around Hermione's pulsing clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves Hermione moaned loudly, her hands automatically tangling themselves in Quinn's, now incredibly messy, blonde hair.
Quinn's tongue was now her favourite thing.
Ever.
'And then afterwards we just cuddled for ages. I fell asleep in her arms. It was literally amazing.'
'Ugh, I'm jealous. It sounds perfect.' Brittany scoffed, still smiling fondly at Hermione.
'It really was...'
'Bitch.' Ginny replied, smirking. 'Harry was sweet, he had all the right intentions but let's just say I didn't exactly 'see stars'.'
'At least Harry didn't run out on you in the middle of the night.' Brittany interjected, 'After Santana slept with me she waited for me to fall asleep and bolted, she didn't talk to me for a week afterward.'
Hermione gasped.
'Really? You didn't tell me that!'
Brittany shrugged off Hermione's surprise.
'I didn't feel like talking about it I guess... I've always felt pretty insecure about it. Then I finally got S to talk about it, y'know, after you spoke to her that time.' Brittany smiled at Hermione softly, portraying her thanks to the girl.
'Oh... Well I'm glad I could help you.'
'Hermione to the rescue! She's amazing with people, it's true. She's pretty much the reason why I got the guts to make a move on Harry. And I think she had something to do with Ron and Katie.' Ginny exclaimed, grinning at Hermione, causing to brunette to blush...
'I don't know about that...'
'Oh! That reminds me, Mum told me to ask you if you want to come to the burrow for dinner next week. She says she hasn't seen you in ages and it's a travesty. She also said she wanted to meet this girlfriend of yours that Ron's being going on about. I think that's the real reason. She wants to scope Quinn out. Oh, and Luna's coming. You're more than welcome to come too Britt.'
Hermione eyes widened. A Weasley dinner. They were always... Eventful. That wasn't to say they weren't fun; God they were entertaining. They normally ended with Ron being chastised for something or other and her and Ginny giggling in the background whilst Mr Weasley ended up having a little too much to drink.
The first one without Fred had been hard. The silence at the start had been overwhelming; the room had been devoid of the constant humour the twins seemed to provide. However, when they'd begun to eat and George himself had proposed a toast in memory of his brother, the memories began to flow, leaving the party in both tears and hysterics.
She loved Weasley dinners. It was like having dinner with her second family, and the fact that Mrs Weasley had personally asked for Quinn to come along, it was like a huge stamp of approval. She was ecstatic.
'I'd love to! I'll ask Quinn tonight!'
Quinn meeting the Weasleys. This was going to be amazing.