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Chapter 35:
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At long last it was the final day of the holidays. Girls had been arriving all morning on brooms, touching down in the courtyard and flocking into the arms of friends, greeting each other with squeals. Snow had fallen in the night and covered the grounds in fresh mounds of snow and the mounds were dimpled everywhere with the pinpricks of high heels. Flowers in full bloom basked in the bright winter sunlight and small winter birds were perched on the rims of the ornate iron planters.
Billie had been there to greet Daphne and the girls on the Quidditch team and Rosalie was there too and the two Quidditch captains exchanged a few words until enough players had arrived to organize an informal and only half-friendly game, House Violet vs House Rose, a taste of what was to come in the next term. The box of Bludgers and Quaffles was unlatched and opened and the small golden Snitch flew up into the sky. The trash talk continued as the girls mounted their brooms, pointing at their rivals, old vendettas rekindled, and then they flew up in the air and circled in position and began the game in a great surge of speed.
Some cheers went up, a small crowd watching. On one bench, that they had dusted the snow from, sat Hermione, Daphne, and Pansy, each of them clapping and cheering. Hermione had her legs crossed and Pansy's hair was looking especially bleached in the cold winter sunlight and Daphne still didn't understand anything about Quidditch other than her girlfriend was really good at it. Ginny was there too, standing behind the bench and leaning on the backrest, but she didn't have much enthusiasm for Quidditch lately or a girlfriend up there playing. Hermione, Pansy, and Daphne did have girlfriends up there, however, and they grinned as they watched and kept their eyes glued to their girls.
Rosalie and Lily were the two Seekers and they were twisting in corkscrews and reaching for the small golden Snitch, riding their brooms with one hand, bumping and colliding into each other dangerously. Their long black robes flapped behind them and their legs were long and bare. Billie was the Keeper for House Violet and so far not a single Quaffle had gotten past her and through the makeshift goalposts conjured behind her. A blonde Chaser of House Rose had taken possession of the Quaffle in a risky manoeuvre that made the spectators gasp and she spun around toward Billie and launched the Quaffle at the goalposts only for Billie to spin her broom around in an equally impressive manoeuvre and dip upside down to intercept the goal.
There was a groan and a few mutter comments from some of the blonde spectators. Daphne had actually risen from the bench in anxiousness and as Billie caught the Chaser she sat back down again with the tension rushing out of her in a breath of adrenaline.
"Whew," she said, and then smiled at her friends. "Billie is so amazing, isn't she?"
Pansy snorted and smirked up at Rosalie who was drawing ever closer to the snitch. "Not as amazing as Rosalie."
Rosalie had actually almost grasped the small golden ball but then Lily zipped in front of her and cut her off and made her own dash at the Snitch.
Hermione clapped at that and smiled at her friends. "Girls, please," she said. "If we're going to have a girlfriend-measuring contest, let me remind you that I'm dating Lily Potter; the greatest witch—and Quidditch player—the world has ever seen."
Pansy and Daphne frowned at that, both former Slytherin girls, both with traces of that Slytherin jealousy in the creases of their brows.
"Billie's a lot stronger physically, though," Daphne said.
"And Rosalie's so much sexier," Pansy added.
Hermione rolled her eyes, smiling, and behind them Ginny snorted loudly. She wore a wide smirk and her red hair was vibrant in the sunlight and she leaned on the backrest of the bench cockily.
"You girls are cute," she said. "If you wanna compare girlfriends, talk to me when you're dating a half Veela Lesbomancy instructor. Then tell me how impressive Quidditch is."
None of them had any reply to that. They pouted and shared looks, knowing Ginny had won the contest with ease, and Ginny laughed at them and unleaned from the bench and sauntered away, leaving them to their girlfriends and their Quidditch.
Hermione, Pansy, and Daphne turned back to the game, just as House Violet scored a goal. Hermione and Daphne clapped, Pansy booed. The goal had been scored by Becky Bunnyheart and her fluffy white bunny ears twitched in pride as she waved to some of the spectators before pulling her broom around. Through the little hole in her robe you could see her fluffy white bunny tail and Pansy snorted as the game continued.
"What happened to Bunnyheart up there?" she asked. "She looks like she drank a bad Polyjuice potion."
Hermione laughed, the mention of mis-brewed Polyjuice bringing back memories of adventures at Hogwarts. "That happened to me once," she said. "I was trying to turn into this Slytherin girl at Hogwarts, because we needed to infiltrate the dungeon. You guys knew her, her name was Millicent Bulstrode. I thought I had one of her hairs, but somehow I accidently ended up with a hair from her cat."
Daphne grinned and cringed at the same time. "Eww," she said. "But how come I never heard of this? I was in Slytherin."
"So was I," Pansy said suspiciously. "And what were you trying to infiltrate, anyway?"
"It was secret, of course," Hermione told them with a smirk. "And it doesn't matter now, anyway. The potion was a botch. It turned me into a mutant cat and I was in the hospital ward for a week."
"Well, how come you didn't just seduce her or something and get a real hair?" Pansy asked her.
Hermione gave her a look. "Do you even remember Millicent Bulstrode?"
Pansy realized what she was saying and grinned. "Oh yeah," she said. "I guess she was kind of fat."
Daphne didn't like to be mean but in this case she had to nod reluctantly. "And quite unpleasant too."
"I guess at Hogwarts they didn't encourage cosmetic charms as much as they do here," Pansy added, flipping her pale yellow hair with a smile as if she were actually proud of that shabby dye charm.
At that point a cheer went up and they looked up just in time to see a hand seize the Snitch—Rosalie's hand.
Lily and Rosalie were high above the game and they had been flying almost vertical and somehow it had been Rosalie who pulled ahead. A minor tumble ensued as the Snitch was caught and both of them free fell for a short distance before they regained control and swooped low over the courtyard, Rosalie holding the Snitch high in the air, Lily slowing down and coming to a stop. Pansy had jumped up from the bench and begun to clap wildly and Hermione and Daphne shared an eyeroll.
The rest of the players were slowing their brooms as well, the Violet girls disappointed, the Rose girls smirking. Rosalie had circled back around to taunt Lily with the Snitch and Lily smiled like a good sport as Rosalie flew circles around her. The players began landing in the courtyard, talking amongst themselves, and when Lily and Rosalie landed they were smiling together like best friends, joking around, shoving at each other. Billie laughed and grabbed Lily in a headlock to berate her playfully for losing the game for them and Becky jumped on Billie's back to try and fight that muscular girl off her mistress.
Hermione, Daphne, and Pansy were all standing by now and eventually those four other girls came wandering over with their brooms in their hands like staffs. Pansy grinned at Rosalie and sailed forward to throw her arms around her neck.
"Amazing play, my queen," she said, and then pressed a kiss onto her mouth.
Rosalie accepted the kiss but she seemed to be embarrassed by it as well, glancing at Lily out the corner of her eye like when you're kissing someone you don't like in front of someone you do like. Hermione noticed that and felt a small twinge of jealousy.
"It was pure luck, is what it was," Billie said. "Right, Lily?"
Lily blushed and scratched the back of her head and smiled at Becky. "Maybe next time Becky should be Seeker," she said. "I've lost my touch lately."
Hermione smiled and realized that maybe Lily had deliberately lost this friendly—and meaningless—match so that Becky would be more comfortable taking her spot as Seeker in the real games. It was a very Lily-like thing to do. Selfless. Noble. Becky beamed at the endorsement, standing there with pigtails and bunnyears, and Lily petted her head while Billie laughed.
"I think I'd like Becky better as a mascot," she said.
The rest of them chuckled, Becky giving Billie a bunny-like glare, and then a sound grew in the sky. They stopped laughing and looked up. So did a few other girls in the courtyard. There was something coming through the crystal blue sky and that low growling sound was getting louder.
Pansy was still hanging from Rosalie's neck but now she released her queen and looked up. "What's that?"
Rosalie and Daphne were puzzled as well but the non-purebloods began to recognize that shape right away.
"Looks like a flying motorcycle," Lily said.
Rosalie frowned puzzledly, as if she'd heard of them but never actually seen one before, and Becky grinned excitedly. Billie was leaning on her broom, watching the shape get closer, and a small crowd of girls was gathering, all gazing up at the sky, all beginning to smile and feel a soft rumble in their bodies as the engine grew louder.
All eyes were on the bike at first and not the rider. A few girls whispered to each other in excitement. The bike was no colourful sportscycle but a fullblown Harley Davidson with wide handlebars and chrome exhaust pipes and it swooped low over the courtyard and circled around with the heads of the girls swinging to watch before settling on the pavement with the massive rear wheel skidding through a patch of snow.
The engine was still running and the low guttural purr sounded like some kind of mechanical beast. Girls were smirking and glancing at each other and glancing at the bike and the rider smirked as well as she switched off the engine and sat back and removed a pair of sunglasses.
"Must be a new student," Hermione said, staring.
Pansy was staring as well with a smirk of her own on her lips. "Sure that's a girl?"
The rider wore no helmet but she was indeed a girl if the very slight bumps under her black leather jacket were anything to go by. With one hand she had opened the jacket and with the other hand she tucked the sunglasses into an inside pocket. She was straddling the bike like some kind of horseman and now she lowered the kickstand with the heel of a black boot and looked up with cool blue eyes.
You could almost hear the vaginas throbbing. Smiles spread across those girls like a plague and some of them squealed quietly in their throats and others whispered comments to their friends.
"Damn," Billie said, wide eyed, blank faced. "I feel all feminine all the sudden."
The rider scanned the crowd, smirking, no makeup. Not a smudge of eyeshadow nor lipstick to her lips. Her dark hair was chopped short like a boy and her jawline was strong and well-defined. She looked like something out of a boyband, smooth skinned and somewhat androgynous, but tougher, more badass. Hearts were racing all across the courtyard and even Becky Bunnyheart was getting a little tingly in her panties.
"Who is she?" she asked in a breathless whisper.
Hermione too had been struck with sudden attraction but now she was taking a closer look at that masculine face and she realized that she knew her.
"Wait," she said. "It can't be."
The rider by now had noticed them over there, Hermione and Lily, Pansy, Daphne, students formerly of Hogwarts, and her smirk tilted upwards as she swung her leg over the bike and dismounted. Hermione's eyes widened.
"Millicent?!"
Gasps from Pansy and Daphne. Even as former Housemates in Slytherin they hadn't recognized the other girl and the change was indeed unrecognizable. The girl named Millicent was now slim and perfectly fit and her powerful jawline was now a compliment to her look of short haired boyishness.
Millicent smiled cockily at being recognized and she tossed her chin at them as she went by and continued up the snow covered steps toward the main building.
Every girl in the courtyard had turned to watch her go and now suddenly they spun into a cyclone of gossip, whispering, teasing, shrieking with giggles. Hermione was still somewhat in shock at how utterly handsome the girl had become. Her heart was beating strangely and a weird heat was in her cheeks. Pansy had laughed in disbelief at the change in her old friend and Billie was grinning. Rosalie alone seemed unimpressed and she only shrugged nonchalantly.
Lily was smiling and she laughed at the look on Hermione's face.
"I'm surprised you recognized her," she said. "She looks different, huh?"
Hermione nodded dazedly. "I guess she lost some weight."
Lily laughed again and turned back to the bike. A crowd of girls were gathering around it and they stroked the handlebars and smiled and one of them dared to mount it.
It didn't take long for rumors to spread about the new girl. By lunch time everyone knew her name and exactly how sexy she was. They gushed about how tall she was and about her leather jacket and about her bike and that about cocky smirk that curved her chiselled lips. That particular look wasn't everyone's type, of course, but dozens of girls were swept into girlish frenzies and couldn't wait to see her themselves and even the most blasé among the skeptics had second thoughts if they did catch sight of that handsome new girl, striding the halls in her black leather jacket, nodding to her dazed admirers.
It began snowing in the afternoon and the sky was vast and white. The tangled rosevines that covered the Castle of House Rose held loose mounds of snow and snow was dusted along the walls and the parapets. The windows were filled with the warm yellow glows of fires or candles.
The fountain in the courtyard beyond the drawbridge had been emptied and now a bed of snow lay in the bottom. Almost everyone was indoors but under the awning, on a stone bench, sat Rosalie Redthorn. She was wearing her robe, buttoned once about her breasts, and on her bare lap was a textbook that she was reading. Beside her on the bench sat a small pile of other textbooks. She had a few new subjects this term and she had been reading up on them. Some of the subjects would be shared with Hermione Granger and she didn't want to be shown up.
It was silent out here in the courtyard until she heard the tapping of heels on the stone steps. She looked up and frowned to see Hermione. She was coming out the castle, alone, clad in her black robe that exposed all of her legs and her black lace panties, snow settling in her warm auburn hair. Rosalie hated how sexy she looked. Those legs were entirely too long for any mortal woman and that midriff—ugh. Tearing her eyes away she lowered her gaze back to her textbook, hoping the other girl would just pass by.
Hermione saw Rosalie there and smiled at the small pile of textbooks on the bench beside her. Hermione had some textbooks of her own clutched to her chest and now she went over to Rosalie and smiled at her.
"I guess you had the same idea I did," she said. "Mind if I sit down?"
Rosalie frowned up at her. "Yes, I do," she said. "Why don't you go study with Potter?"
Hermione laughed. She was outside the awning and snow continued to settle in her full auburn hair. "Not even an Imperius curse could make Lily study when it's still technically the holidays," she said. "I like to get a headstart, though. I guess you do too. What subject are you…?"
Hermione sat down beside Rosalie and peeped at the book in her lap. Rosalie closed the book awkwardly but that only revealed the cover. A very familiar cover that depicted two women in a naked and passionate embrace.
"Oh," Hermione said with a grin. "I didn't know you were taking Lesbomancy."
Rosalie was embarrassed and she shifted away from the other girl slightly so that their naked legs wouldn't brush. "I'm transferring this term," she said. "It's my mother's idea."
Hermione smiled, oddly happy about that, and leaned toward Rosalie flirtatiously. "Mmm," she said. "Then I guess me and you are gonna become even better acquainted. Intimacy is the essence of Lesbomancy, after all."
Rosalie frowned but the faint blush growing on her cheeks didn't go unnoticed. Hermione laughed and then she brushed her fingers through her hair to brush the snowflakes away.
"Is Pansy transferring too?" she asked.
Rosalie nodded grudgingly. "Yeah."
"How come she's not studying with you now?"
Rosalie snorted and even allowed herself a small smirk. "Pansy is worse than Potter," she said. "I can slap her, spank her, and treat her like a dog, but studying seems to be where she draws the line."
Hermione giggled, knowing exactly what that the other girl had to deal with. Rosalie smiled as well and their sparkling eyes caught for a moment. An odd moment of comradery caused their hearts to skip a beat. The eye contact lasted a long moment, the snow continuing to sift down silently in the courtyard beyond the awning, and then they looked away.
There was silence for a little. Hermione had opened one of her textbooks. Rosalie glanced at it and at her own and then she cleared her throat.
"Hey, um…"
Hermione tilted her head. "Yeah?"
Rosalie cringed to herself at what she was about to do and then looked at the other girl. "My birthday is coming up soon, and my mother is throwing me a big ball," she said. "She wanted me to invite you and Potter."
Hermione smiled at the invitation. "That's nice of her," she said. "But we wouldn't intrude if you didn't want us there."
"Just come, I don't care," Rosalie muttered, trying not to blush.
Hermione's smile widened and she nodded. "Okay," she said. "Thanks."
Rosalie gave her a grudging smile as well and their eyes caught again. This time they were slower to look away and they did so with warm blushes on their cheeks. Hermione looked out across the courtyard, where the snow was settling gently on the rim of the fountain, and she was quite pleased at this odd attraction building between them. She glanced at the blonde beside her and realized this was the first time she had ever found her so pretty. Delicate features, sharp and refined, long blonde hair that was glossy and gorgeous even in the shade of the awning.
Rosalie glanced as well and away again quickly. Hermione smiled and looked at that Lesbomancy textbook in her lap.
"You know, Lesbomancy is more of a practical subject than a theoretical one," she said. "If you wanted to go upstairs, I could give you a brief crash course in everything we learned last year."
Rosalie snorted and shook her head awkwardly. "That's okay."
Hermione smirked and leaned closer to her. "Are you sure?" she asked in a husky whisper. "Because it's much more fun doing it than reading it. I could show you cunnilingus techniques. Vibratus charms. Anal."
While she spoke she placed a hand on Rosalie's knee. Rosalie tensed up but didn't move. She was looking into Hermione's eyes. Hermione smiled and caressed Rosalie's knee.
"Or maybe Lily and Pansy are right," she said, leaning toward her mouth. "Maybe studying is boring and we should just makeout."
Their lips connected and their eyes fell closed. The textbook slipped from her lap and fell in the snow.
The two girls had turned to each other and they were cupping each other's faces. A strange passion was slowly engulfing them and they each felt an odd lurch of hunger in their stomachs as their mouths opened and their tongues touched. It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this but it was the first time they'd done it alone. For no other reason than they wanted to.
Hermione had taken the lead and Rosalie was discovering why this other girl was the true Alpha Female of Salem. Not only was she incredibly intelligent and talented and beautiful but you could feel the confidence oozing from her tongue. Hot saliva and deliberate strokes, pushing at her own tongue and filling her chest with fluttery inferiority. Rosalie moaned and let her jaw slacken then more. Her mind was going blank. It was like the other girl was sucking the thought directly out of her head.
Hermione's hand was still in Rosalie's lap and she caressed the inside of her warm soft thigh for a while as she continued to kiss her and then she let the hand creep upward until it was cupping one of her breasts under her robe. The mound there was even softer and warmer and the nipple was like a stiff little pebble. Hermione moaned into the kiss and then used both hands to unbutton the butterfly brooch. The robe came loose and Hermione broke the kiss to dip her head to those nipples, sucking one of them first and then the other, before smiling and pressing her mouth again to Rosalie's.
After that Hermione's hand slipped down to Rosalie's lap again and began to rub at the front of Rosalie's black lace panties. Gently at first and then harder. Making the other girl want it. Rosalie moaned needfully and Hermione was about to slip her fingers inside the panties when she heard the sound of boots crunching in the snow. She glanced to see who it was and—
Gasped.
It was Millicent Bulstrode.
Instantly Hermione lost interest in Rosalie and stared at that handsome intruder. The tall girl in her black leather jacket had come across the drawbridge and entered the courtyard with a backpack slung over her shoulder and snow in her short dark hair. Hermione's heart had already been racing but now it sped up even more as her eyes flittered over Millicent. She had never seen a girl so incredibly handsome before.
Rosalie had frowned at the interruption and she was glaring at the other girl. The bench they were sitting on was under the awing and Hermione couldn't resist calling out as Millicent went around the fountain.
"Millicent," she said. "Hi. Did you get sorted into House Rose?"
Millicent paused and came over, smirking, a slight swagger in the shuffle of her boots through the snow. "Yep," she said. "I guess this time we're in the same House. Nice to see you again, Granger."
Hermione blushed hotly. Good lord, the girl was so handsome. Rosalie had given Hermione an injured glance, not liking how she had ditched the entire makeout session, and glared at Millicent as she closed her robe around her naked breasts.
"You two know each other?" she asked snarkilly.
Millicent smirked at the tone. "We went to Hogwarts together."
"Great," Rosalie said blandly. "Another British slag."
Hermione rolled her eyes, wondering if Rosalie would ever get over that, and Millicent snorted at Rosalie's chest.
"Maybe you should tuck your tits in before you call other girls slags," she said.
Rosalie was fumbling with the butterfly brooch and now she finally got it buttoned around her naked breasts and grabbed up her textbooks and stormed off.
Hermione watched her go with a chuckle and turned back to Millicent. She supposed she ought to feel a little guilty for dismissing Rosalie like that but she was too distracted by Millicent's leather jacket, her baggy black jeans, her cocky smirk. She had turned to watch Rosalie stalk up the stones steps and now she adjusted her backpack and turned back to Hermione.
"I guess I just met the house bully," she said.
Hermione smiled up at her. "I remember you used to be a bit of a bully too."
Millicent smirked and looked down and kicked at a patch of snow idly. "Yeah, well," she said. "I've changed a little bit."
Hermione's smile turned into a broad grin and she let her eyes wander up and down Millicent's tall frame. "I can tell," she said. "I have to say, you look amazing. I hardly even recognized you."
Millicent chuckled once and tossed her chin at Hermione. "You look pretty good too."
"It's the uniform," Hermione said, and then she rose from the bench and turned, like a model, showing off her long bare legs, high heels, black lace panties that were so snug against her tingling vagina.
Millicent grinned and stepped back to admire her.
"Damn," she said. "I don't remember you being this hot. I remember you as an awkward little bookworm."
Hermione laughed and gave a little shrug. "Well, I guess we've both changed. I've been studying Lesbomancy and I've learnt to be a lot freer with my feelings and body."
Millicent nodded, smiling, still looking at her. Hermione smiled as well and under that handsome gaze she was compelled to put a little more girlishness in her usual demeanour. She tilted a hip and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"So how have you been?" she asked.
"Not bad," Millicent said with a shrug. "Got kicked out of Hogwarts."
"For what?"
"Makingout with the Headmaster's daughter."
Hermione giggled and put her hands at Millicent's waist. "Bad girl."
Millicent grinned down at her. "That's what they tell me."
They were silent a moment, snow falling on their shoulders and hair, Millicent in her black leather jacket, Hermione in her robe. Hermione was a tall girl but she was at least an inch or two shorter than Millicent and inside her chest she was filled with fluttery excitement.
"Tell you what," she said. "Since you're new here, why don't I show you to your room?"
Millicent grinned and nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Hermione giggled and released her hips and then she grabbed up her textbooks and led the way up the stone steps into the castle.
It was warmer inside and heads turned as they passed through the common room, conversation dropping to a whisper, eyes widening. There was a fire going in the hearth and there were a couple blondes on the sofa and a couple blondes at a desk by the frosted window. Hermione had always been one of the few brunettes in the whole castle and now Millicent was another. Each of those blonde heads continued turning to watched them go by and Millicent tossed her chin to a couple of the cuter ones and even those snooty ladies of House Rose had to blush at being noticed by the handsome new girl.
They went upstairs and down the corridor. Hermione had her textbooks against her hip and she was giving Millicent a brief layout of the castle. Millicent nodded, watching the goldplated numbers on the doors that they passed. Finally they came to hers and she opened it and went in. Hermione went in as well, just partway, hovering in the doorway with her textbooks. Millicent lowered the backpack from her shoulder and turned slowly on the spot, smirking in approval at the canopy bed, the polished oak dresser. Hermione leaned against the doorjamb with a casual smile.
"Well, this is it," she said. "My room's just a little further down the hall."
Millicent smiled at her. "I'll keep that in mind."
Hermione smiled as well and then she unleaned from the doorjamb and went in a little further. She placed her books down on the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were a brace of uniforms, summer and winter, folded piles of black satin and silk.
"Have you tried on your uniform yet?" she asked Millicent.
Millicent snorted and nodded at Hermione's robe. "I'm not wearing that."
"Why not?"
"It's not really my style. Luckily I have permission to at least wear pants. The teachers around here are pretty cool."
"Oh, you have no idea," Hermione said with a giggle, and then took one of the robes out of the dresser drawer and unfolded it and held it up. "What about just the robe?"
Millicent looked it over and shrugged. "It's a little delicate for my taste, but…"
Smiling she began shrugging off her black leather jacket. Hermione smiled too and watched discreetly as the other girl laid the jacket on the bed and then pulled off her shirt as well. Underneath she was wearing a plain white bra and the rest of her was so boyish and androgynous that those plain white cups seemed more feminine on her body than any amount of lace or silk. Hermione bit her lip, a flush of warmth passing through her, absolutely loving that blend of genders, and smiled as Millicent removed the bra as well.
The breasts underneath were quite normal sized and the nipples were pink and small. Millicent seemed to have no self-consciousness about them and Hermione blushed as she handed her the robe.
Millicent sighed skeptically as she slid her arms into the sleeves. She shrugged the robe on and turned to the full-length mirror that stood there in a frame of oak. Her reflection took her by surprise, however, and her awkwardness seemed to ease a little as she buttoned the robe about her breasts. The robe was long, like a coat, and the sleeves were little flamboyant with that silk embroidering about the cuffs, but combined with the baggy black jeans on her legs it didn't seem too painfully feminine. Her midriff was revealed, which was alright, and part of her smooth chest, but the only thing that bothered her was that jewelled butterfly brooch. She frowned at it and then ripped it off and set it down on the dresser before looking at herself again in the mirror.
That was better and this time she actually smiled and nodded a few times. The robe was almost like some strange sort of coat a transsexual rockstar might wear, male or female, you wouldn't know, and together with her heavy black boots and baggy black jeans and short boyish hair she actually kind of approved of the look.
Hermione was grinning, watching her, and now Millicent turned to her with a smile.
"I guess I can handle it," she said.
Hermione giggled. "It looks great on you."
Millicent smirked at that and then she sauntered toward Hermione. Hermione squirmed backward and she thought Millicent was going to cup her cheek but instead she reached behind her and pushed the door shut. Which was even better. Hermione was backed up against the wall and now Millicent cupped her cheek.
"Not as great as it looks on you," she said with a smirk.
Hermione felt an intense heat in her panties and she gazed up at this handsome girl breathlessly. "If you're gonna do me, you better just do me," she said. "I'm burning up here."
Millicent smirked at that and then pushed her mouth onto Hermione's.
Hermione moaned, already melting. Her eyes were closed and she could feel Millicent's hands, one of them cupping the nape of her neck, one of them at her hip. The tongue swarming into her mouth was huge and hot and it was one of the first times in her life where she had to tilt her head upwards. Where she was being kissed by someone taller. Stronger. It was more unique than she would've expected and she felt a flush of excitement in her chest as she opened her mouth wider and wrapped her arms around Millicent's neck.
The kiss seemed to continue forever and little by little Hermione was going blank. Those hands just would not stop touching her. One of them gripping the soft nape of her neck, the other sliding up to her breasts under the robe. Hermione all but quivered as that hand captured one of her warm soft mounds and squeezed it and massaged it into her chest. She was backed up against the wall, breathless, flushed, and her mouth opened for more and more tongue. Millicent was controlling the kiss and her moans were firm and in command, moaning as if the other girl were simply delicious, and Hermione was moaning as well only higher, weaker, more helpless. She was so unused to this sort of dynamic and so excited and she wanted so much more. Usually it was Hermione in the position of dominance but this time the Alpha Female of Salem had been caught and cornered by an Alpha Something Else.
Finally the hands moved to the butterfly brooch and unbuttoned the robe and now the hands were peeling the robe from Hermione's body. The robe dropped to the floor and suddenly Hermione was wearing nothing but black lace panties and black high heels. She squirmed, her arms snaked around the other girls neck, and Millicent moaned into her mouth and reached down for two handfuls of Hermione's round buttocks before lifting her and turning and depositing her down on the dresser.
The polished oak surface of the dresser was cool under Hermione's blushing buttocks and now suddenly Hermione was taller, kissing downward, pushing her tongue into Millicent's mouth in a brief surge of usual dominance. Millicent chuckled into the kiss and then kissed back, hard, pushing Hermione's tongue back into her mouth and causing her to groan in lust. She then lifted the girl again by her buttocks, Hermione's legs wrapping around her hips, and turned and set her down again on the bed.
The kiss was broken and Hermione shuffled backwards breathlessly. Millicent had a hold of her panties and they started to slip away down her legs. Finally they were gone and Hermione opened her legs. The vagina between her thighs was wet and throbbing and Millicent began rubbing it as she once again covered Hermione's mouth with her own. Hermione moaned and squirmed, the pleasure building inside her. The fingers were firm and hard, rubbing at her slowly and methodically, and her entire spine arched off the mattress as two of those fingers were pushed inside her vagina. A low moan came out of her, breaking the kiss, and Hermione opened her eyes and saw Millicent there, short haired, boyish, a cocky smirk on her lips. Hermione bucked her hips at the fingers, moaning again, and then she pulled Millicent back into the kiss. Never had any fingers displayed so much command over her vagina and Hermione squirmed and arched and finally mewled into Millicent's mouth as she orgasmed.
Millicent was quite proud of her work and she sat up in the bed while Hermione caught her breath. Hermione opened her eyes and smiled and then she sat up as well and unbuttoned Millicent's robe. The robe came away and Hermione lowered her head to Millicent's nipples and licked at them and suckled at them as she fumbled with the button and the zip of Millicent's baggy black jeans.
Finally they got her jeans off and her boots as well and Hermione slid to the floor between Millicent's legs and began eating her out. Her netherlips were covered in delicate dark curls and Hermione licked at her and pushed her tongue inside and sucked at her clit until Millicent orgasmed with a smile and a low groan.
It took a few moments for Millicent to catch her breath and Hermione smiled up at her with glossy lips, kneeling there on the floor. Millicent smiled as well and stroked Hermione's long auburn hair.
"I guess you really have become a lot freer with your body," she said.
Hermione giggled and placed one last kiss on Millicent's vagina. "Me and Lily take our Lesbomancy very seriously."
Then she hopped up and conducted a quick search for her panties. She found them and stepped into them and then she shrugged on her robe. Millicent watched her with a smile.
"Are you two still dating?" she asked. "You and Lily?"
Hermione buttoned her robe and smiled at her. "Mmhm."
Millicent grinned and lay back with her arms behind her head, naked, fit, her body smooth and flat and androgynous. "That's good," she said. "I wouldn't want you catching feelings for me just because we had sex once."
Hermione giggled and fluffed her hair out and then she bent over the bed and gave Millicent a kiss on her mouth. Millicent opened her mouth for some tongue and Hermione gave her just a little before pulling back with a smirk.
"It better not be only once," she said.
Then she winked and grabbed her textbooks from the dresser and moved over to the door. She opened it and turned back.
"Night, Millie," she said cutely.
Millicent smirked and tossed her chin, still laying there in the bed. "See you tomorrow, Granger."
Hermione blew a kiss and then she went out and pulled the door closed.
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AN: This was another idea my friend gave me. Billie isn't quite fully butch and we thought it would be nice to have a proper butch character.
Hope it turned out okay. It was a little tricky trying to write Millicent as super attractive without giving her huge boobs and a bikini, lol. I thought it was kind of cute, though. Hermione, the Alpha Female, seduced by Millicent, the Alpha Androgynous. I know a lot of people really love that androgynous look. I do too, but I don't have a lot of practice writing it, lol.
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter next Friday. ;)