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Hermione had some of her happiest days of her life over the next couple of days. Ginny was able to get the Tuesday off, and they mostly spent it in bed. Now that Hermione had been able to finally let go and give herself completely to Ginny, she was almost addicted to the feeling, making up for lost time.

Ginny probably thinks I've turned into a sex-mad bunny, Hermione thought, amusingly to herself, but there again, I don't see her complaining about it!

The Wednesday, Ginny had to train, and was insisting that Hermione go back to the Burrow. However Hermione said it was time she tried some time alone. She wasn't going to leave the cottage, and if she felt at all nervous or distressed she promised she would floo back to the Burrow. Ginny agreed that she could stay.

That day Hermione tried her hand at a bit of domesticity. She decided to clean the cottage. It gave her something to do until Ginny got back in the afternoon. Not wanting to use magic, she found up a cloth and set about dusting the living room.

Ron would probably keel over with lust if he saw me now, she thought, while dusting the mantlepiece and hearth, he always had fantasies about me being all housewifey.

It was a lovely day, even if it was mostly spent alone and cleaning, only stopping for a light lunch of scrambled eggs on toast.

Hermione was working on the last area of the living room; some books which she just had to straighten up and place on the shelf in order of size and then title. OK, so I'm a book straightener as well as a book sniffer!

"What have you been up to?" a familiar voice said.

The brunette turned and gave a wide smile to her girlfriend, who she hadn't heard arrive home; then turned again, as she placed the last two books in place on the newly organized shelf.

"I thought I'd be useful."

Ginny walked up behind her, and wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck.

"You should have used your wand, you could have had it done much quicker?" the redhead suggested.

"I wanted to do it the slow way. I've always found dusting and tidying to be theraputic and calming," Hermione said.

"Must be a muggle thing?" Ginny gave a small snort.

"Of course, if your brother had had his way, I think he wanted me to be permanently dressed in an apron and tied to the sink, like a mini version of your mum," the brunette said in derision.

"He wouldn't have a clue how to treat you right, Hermione," Ginny turned her girlfriend in her arms and kissed her on the lips. "Although, thinking of you in an apron, cleaning, does raise interesting ideas about you being bent over a table..."

"Ginny Weasley?" Hermione exclaimed.

"What?" Ginny tilted her head to one side, putting on an innocent face. "Can I help it if you get my blood all fired up? Can I help it if I want to touch you and love you whenever I see you? Can I help it if little fantasies enter my mind? Can I?" she pouted.

Hermione just laughed in reply. "I guess I'm just as guilty of the fantasies part," her cheeks flushed. "I had devious thoughts about you for years. I half expected your ears to permanently turn red from the side effects of my mind thinking of you!"

They shared a deeper kiss, enough to get them both breathing harder.

"I do believe I'm addicted to you, Ginny!" Hermione announced.

"Well, it's just as well, I am for you too then," the redhead laughed.

"So how was training? Did you get pushed harder because you missed yesterday?"

"No. I seem to be doing so well in the matches that the coaches appear to be giving me a lot of slack. As long as I work hard when I am there. Oh, and go to boring functions like tomorrow night and do major bowing and scraping on behalf of the team," Ginny said rolling her eyes..

"I'm not sure I can get to the match this week. It's too close to all that mess on Monday and too fresh, I'm so not ready for more eyes all turning to look at me like I've grown horns, but maybe I can get to a match next time, or the one after that?"

"Whenever you feel ready Hermione. It's entirely up to you, love," Ginny gave another devious smile. "I wouldn't say you've grown horns. More like you've grown horny! Get it?"

Hermione groaned, but had to giggle too.

"I suppose I'll be leaving tomorrow as you have that function in the evening. Besides, if I stay any longer your Mum would probably come over herself, and she might get to see more than she's ready for!" Hermione said.

"We've only got enough sleep potion for one more night, and I'm not that great at mixing up more. Besides I don't have the ingredients," she sighed. She loved having Hermione living with her and wished it could be more permanent in the future.

"Maybe soon I can try to leave off that potion and get to a point where I don't need it. I've solved one of my problems, I'm sure I can wrestle the other one, eventually."

"A Gryffindor through and through," Ginny beamed at her with pride and love.

The pair spent the rest of the day sitting on the sofa talking about everything and anything. Not only did they feel content with each other's bodies, but they were so at home with each other's company. They fitted each other physically and mentally like perfectly tailored gloves.

Ginny went out to get their dinner and surprised Hermione when she came back with fish and chips.

"What about your training, Gin? I'm sure this isn't on your list of healthy eats?"

"It doesn't hurt now and again, Hermione. Besides you've been helping me to burn off more calories than a week's gym work could do," Ginny said winking.

"Well that's OK then," Hermione grinned.

It was superb, tasting all the better because of the company they shared. Hermione sighed, feeling full and content.

"My parents and I always had fish and chips when we went to the seaside, when I was younger. It always tasted fantastic then and I remember those meals as the best ever, but I do believe you have beaten that here!"

"Glad to hear it." Ginny said, deliberately puffing up her chest with pride. "Mum tried to make this once, and make her own battered cod, except she used her wand and we ended up with the batter on the inside of the fish instead of the outside!"

Hermione laughed. "Hey, she invented a new dish!"

"Yeah, it was alright. Very odd, but edible."

Hermione had a mischievous glint in her eye. "Like you, Ginny. Very odd, but edible."

Ginny studied her a moment as if working out the meaning of the sentence carefully.

"I wouldn't say I was 'very odd'," she considered. "But I am very edible!"

"Oh the modesty!" Hermione guffawed.

"You're pretty edible too, Hermione," said Ginny with a twinkle in her eyes, rapidly turning to lust. "Can I have you for dessert?"

The previously adamant Hermione about not using magic too often to do menial jobs like cleaning the dishes, was forgotten. The two women cleaned up in double quick time.

Ginny wanted a shower first, so the impatient Hermione decided to have one with her. There was something so very sensual and sexy about soaping a lover's body down. Sliding hands over every curve of their figure, letting the steam add to their shallower breaths, and their flushed faces. Massaging toned muscles on Ginny, feeling them ripple under firm touches from fingertips. Sliding hands down flat stomachs which flinch slightly from a highly sensitive tickling feeling, which immediately sends a flutter to their core and between their legs.

Smooth buttocks, gripped and held, pushing bodies closer together, capturing a nipple in their mouth as the water runs down the valley between their lover's breasts, and placing their hands into every crevice, feeling a wetness beyond what the water can do. Not wanting to spoil the encore, they finished their shower and helped to dry each other, almost reverently, with delicate rub downs and wipes of the towels.

After a short time, in which they both decided on the lazy option of wand-work on their wet hair, they made their way to their bed. This room is rapidly turning into the Love Palace, a very amused Hermione thought.

Like a dance that had been learned a long time ago, with both knowing the steps, they began to make gentle love to each other.

Ginny did exactly as she had promised, and made her way down Hermione's body, kissing every inch of soft flesh as she went, briefly sticking her tongue into Hermione's navel, causing her to half whimper and half giggle with pleasure. She knelt between Hermione's legs, and kissed the top of her mound, running her fingers through the triangle of dark hair. She kissed a line down the inside of both of Hermione's thighs before finally giving in to her main goal.

As the redhead brushed her tongue lightly over Hermione's centre, the brunette moaned loudly, never having felt anything so good. Ginny raised her eyes up to look at her and could see how much her girlfriend was enjoying this.

She explored every inch of her lover's folds with her tongue, and pushed it into her, making Hermione's hips want to rise right off the bed, had Ginny not kept a steadying hand on her.

Ginny slid two fingers into Hermione and covered her clit with her mouth. She licked at Hermione's centre, flicking and rubbing against it with her tongue, lightly sucking and then pressing against the bundle of nerves there. Her fingers kept a steady pace, and gradually sped up as she felt Hermione's inner walls begin to grip her. She could feel her lover right on the edge, and sucked extra hard on her clit, and pushed her over the edge. Hermione's hips briefly stilled before her lower half shook violently into a strong climax. Ginny lapped up every drop of her girlfriend's release, before raising herself up and lying to the side of her and up against her, kissing her so she could taste her own passion on her lips.

Hermione was in that wonderful place of utter calm after a good orgasm, she badly wanted to take care of Ginny, but for the moment she could hardly move.

"Give me a sec Gin. I want you," she took a couple of deep breaths trying to slow her heartrate. "I just need a moment."

"No problem, love," Ginny said, pressing her lips to her cheek.

Hermione loved to feel Ginny's fingers within her after climaxing and this was no different. What was different this time, was Ginny moved herself again, so she was kneeling next to her, facing her.

"I can start without you," Ginny winked to a flustered Hermione. "I'll have to! You've got me so worked up, you sexy woman!"

The redhead lowered her free hand to her own crotch, slowly sliding fingers into her wet folds, sighing at the contact. Never taking her eyes from Hermione's, her fingers found her aching clit and began to rub it, both with firm strokes and maddening circles.

In a short time, Ginny began to feel Hermione's hips move again, and when she looked down she saw that Hermione had lowered a hand to her own mound and was stroking herself.

"That's it, my love, let's come together like this," Ginny urged.

She kept her fingers absolutely still within Hermione. This was incredibly hot to watch each other get themselves off.

She's an absolute goddess, Hermione thought, hardly coherently, not quite believing what she was seeing.

Hermione couldn't stop herself from using her free hand to pinch, tug and play with her own nipples, her breasts feeling so sensitive. This turned on Ginny even more, as she sped up her hand.

Ginny could feel Hermione begin to grip her fingers again.

"I'm so close, Hermione. You ready?" the redhead asked, breathily.

"Hmmm," was all Hermione could answer in reply.

"That's it Hermione. Look what you do to me? You make me so hot I have to get myself off in front of you," Ginny breathed heavily. "I see I'm not alone. I see you playing with yourself. A few more strokes, my love. That's it. I'm coming...I'm coming for you. Come with me, love."

Seeing Ginny begin to climax immediately set off Hermione's own orgasm. After which Ginny flopped back down next to Hermione her insides still twitching as were her girlfriend's. Both women had silly smiles on their faces.

"God, that was so...wow!" Hermione blurted out.

"Yeah, it was rather, wasn't it?" Ginny laughed, panting still.

"Hmm, you always said I could watch that one day. I got to see the whole show this time," a grinning Hermione said.

"Glad you enjoyed the performance," Ginny chuckled. "I enjoyed your show too!"

Hermione blushed adorably. For goodness sake, you're a grown woman, stop blushing! she thought, after what you just did, it's a little late to blush. Of course, that thought made her blush even more, but it wasn't seen on her still already flushed face.

"Thank you Gin," Hermione said in a quiet serious voice.

"For what?"

"For loving me. For being patient. For giving me back my life," the brunette looked a little teary-eyed.

"Hey, no tears," Ginny grinned holding a hand to Hermione's cheek. "No need to thank me for anything. If we were going to go through everything, then I would thank you too, for giving me life full stop, for loving me, for waiting for so long. And now I'm going quite soppy, but that's another thing, I can be me around you and not hide anything, and not have to be the quidditch star. We have something special together, Hermione, very special," she kissed her.

They settled down for their last night together until the Sunday, as Ginny was going to stay at the cottage for Thursday night, due to a small function at the Harpies she had to attend that evening. No doubt a sponsor needing to have their ego flattered in order to feel like parting with some more cash for the team.

Hermione dreaded the time apart from Ginny again, not sure there were enough odd jobs at the Burrow to do for each hour she was counting down until they were together again. However, on the scale of things she had dealt with lately, it was a small thing and she would survive it, and even the prospect of another girls afternoon with Mrs. Weasley didn't feel a problem.

For now, potion downed, and snuggled up to her gorgeous girlfriend, Hermione didn't care about tiny details anymore. She had the bigger prize, the arms of which were placed around her protectively.