Let's Be Honest
Hermione was sitting on her cot, reading a novel she'd taken out of the Hogwarts Library, and attempting to braid her hair. It was hard enough that her hair was a mess of curls that got tangled so easily, but it was an entirely new level of difficulty to braid her hair while she was focused on reading a lengthy paragraph. The door to her dormitories was pushed in and her room was quickly invaded by an exasperated Ginny Weasley who sat down in a huff at the bottom of the brunette's bed.
"Good morning to you too, Ginny," Hermione teased, attempting to weave a strand of hair that was married to another section behind the third section. Ginny was far to enveloped in her own distress to notice Hermione's current frustration, but that didn't bother her as she prodded her friend. "What's got you troubled?" She asked, sitting up, her legs tucked beneath her.
"Harry is being such a jealous prat. I thought we were over this after the war, but no he insisted that Dean and I were having a fling behind his back! You would think after I fought a bloody war for the fucker he would accept that I love him!" Ginny complained leaning her back against the footboard. Hermione held back a grin, believing that Ginny was anything but loyal to her boyfriend, but decided to remain neutral on the subject. While she and Ron had broken up long ago, she wasn't about to ruin her best friends' relationship over a suspicion.
"You know, you don't have to be with him. You don't have to suffer through jealousy all the time, you're not a teenager anymore." Hermione insisted, attempting to keep her intentions hidden but failing miserably. It wasn't quite her fault that Ginny had a way of looking simultaneously stunningly beautiful and incredibly powerful in just one expression, and that turned her on in a way she had never experienced with her previous love interests. The two had returned to Hogwarts to become professors while Harry and Ron had gone off to become Aurors. Ron wasn't quite cut out for the job, but his status as Harry's best friend afforded him some things he wouldn't earn on his own.
"Oh, come on Hermione, who else would I be with? It's not like anyone else is interested," Except me, Hermione thought with a slight smirk looking down at her friend's soft pink lips. "Plus being with Harry, it's comfortable." The ginger stated unenthusiastically, which nearly sent Hermione into a fit of laughter, but she maintained her composure.
"It's not supposed to be comfortable, it's supposed to be amazing, on fire, like your heart is always screaming for the other person's," Hermione described, moving in, and giving her friend a hug as her posture had fallen. "But if comfortable works for you and Harry, I am exceptionally happy for you two, you deserve nothing but the best." She quickly redirected, seeing her friend start to examine her relationship as her eyes flicked back and forth.
"I don't even think I like Harry, let alone love him. He's horrible in bed," Ginny confessed with a bit of a chuckle as she leaned into the other girl. Hermione felt her heart skip and decided to press her cheek into her friend's hair and inhale softly. The ginger smelled of strawberries and peppermint which sent the brunette into a bit of a panic as she felt herself falling harder for the girl in her arms. Why couldn't I find a nice girl who actually likes girls? Instead, I fall for the girl who is deeply embedded in Harry freaking Potter, Hermione berated herself as she began to release her friend. "What were you doing before I got here?" Ginny questioned, sitting up and staring once more at her co-worker.
"Oh erm, I was- I was reading and struggling to braid my hair," Hermione responded, giggling at the embarrassment she felt growing on her cheeks over the state of her mane. A devious smile grew on the younger witch's lips as she regarded Hermione as if she were brewing a plan in that creative head of hers. Under that amazing mess of hair, I wonder what it looks like after a good banging, Hermione allowed herself to imagine the girl sprawled out on her bed, completely naked.
"I'll braid it!" Ginny exclaimed, grabbing both of the brunette's shoulders and forcefully turning her around. Hermione adjusted herself, so her back was facing her friend and sat up straight as she felt her friend's fingers begin to work through her curls. There was something satisfying about having her hair played with, and unlike Ron, Ginny was extremely delicate with her prodding and it felt more like a massage than someone braiding her hair.
"Thanks for not hurting me," Hermione commented, as she felt Ginny tie the finishing knot magically. A silence floated around them as tension built up in her stomach. She was certain that she was the only one experiencing it until she felt her friend's lips pressed against her neck. A moan escaped the brunette's lips as she let her head fall back.
"Is this okay?" Ginny asked sheepishly, making Hermione turn around and capture the girl's lips with her own. The spark that shot through her veins was unlike anything the witch had experienced before, and, hungry for more, slipped her tongue along the soft skin of the other girl's mouth. This time, Ginny was the one to let loose a moan into the kiss, encouraging Hermione to begin unbuttoning the ginger's grey cardigan, tossing it to the side. To her surprise, Ginny had opted to remain braless as Hermione found the girl's bear breast with her palm. "Oh my gods," Ginny whispered as Hermione began trailing kisses down the ginger's neck until she reached her chest.
The redhead made quick work of Hermione's jumper and bra, vanishing it with a quick non-verbal charm, before tilting the girl's face up to hers and capturing her in another kiss. She felt her nipples harden against her lover's, making her moan deeply as Ginny pushed her more into the bed. The younger witch pressed one knee in between Hermione's legs for her to grind on and straddled the brunette's thigh. Ginny sat up, rolling her hips as she pressed her legging-clad crotch on the girl's leg and look down at her friend with lust in her bright brown eyes.
Hermione reached up, a smirk on her lips, and grasped the girl's breasts in her hands as she watched her partner relax as the pleasure built up. In a swift movement, Hermione took her place on top of Ginny and pressed her lips to the girl's mouth with force. She banished the girl's bottoms and kissed a design down the girl's torso, paying special attention to her pert nipples, looking up at the writhing girl through her lashes. When she made it down to the girl's sex, she tenderly kissed the soft skin on either side of the ginger's vulva before diving in to find her nub, sucking on it lightly. She alternated between licking Ginny's lips and sucking on her clit, while also fingering her, ensuring she found her lover's sweet spot frequently.
It wasn't long before the girl crumbled in pleasure beneath her, her channel pulsing around Hermione's fingers. Ginny screamed Hermione's name, which made the brunette wished she'd had enough awareness to cast a silencing charm on the room before she made the girl orgasm so violently. Hermione moved up and captured Ginny in a kiss, which only encouraged her to press her knee into the brunette's clit.
"Fucking hell," Hermione whimpered into the other girl's lips, before kissing her more passionately. She was interrupted, though, when Ginny pulled away and examined her expression. Ginny's face was twisted as if she were riddled with guilt, and that made Hermione feel instantly self-conscious.
"That was amazing, Hermione, don't get me wrong, but- I have to break up with Harry before this continues," Ginny explained, making the brunette exhale in relief. Before it continues, she repeated in her head, looking up at the ceiling and mentally whispering, thank gods.
"You can always do that later," Hermione smirked, eliciting a small giggle from the ginger. She shrugged, pulling Hermione in for another kiss and pressing her body to hers. It was her turn to press her lips against the tender skin of the brunette's neck.
"Maybe after you finish too," Ginny teased as she made her way down Hermione's torso, helping her out of her jeans. The slow process only helped build the tension in Hermione's sex. The removal of the blue denim revealed a soft pair of panties with a blue and pink floral pattern sitting perfectly on the brunette's hip bones. Pressing her lips to the top of the soft fabric, Ginny left a trail of kisses up the girl's horripilate skin till she carefully captured her nipple with her mouth, sucking softly at the hardening flesh. She let her left fingers trail aimlessly over the shivering girl as she roused a moan from the brunette's perfectly pink lips.
Taking the sound as encouragement, she kissed her way to her unattended nipple and delicately grazed it with her tongue, eliciting another moan of confidence. Her fingertips became her nails trailing on her skin gently which made the brunette twitch beneath her, making her giggle against the nipple she held in her teeth. Releasing it, she kissed back down the trail she had created before, her own nipples trailing against the stomach of the witch heating up below her, letting her knees fall to the wood floor. Sliding her hands through the sides of the girl's panties, the pulled them down in an agonizingly slow motion, releasing the last part of the fabric in between the brunette's legs at the very last possible moment, before quickly covering the newly exposed flesh with her mouth, eliciting a loud moan from the girl. Hermione quickly entangled her fingers in the ginger's hair, holding her close to her sex as Ginny began licking her nub painfully slowly.
Hermione rolled her hips in hopes it would encourage speed, but to no avail, as her partner was determined to give a slow coming to. She felt Ginny's tongue draw art around her nub, suck on her delicate labia, and tease her entrance which evoked louder and deeper moans as Hermione lost herself in pleasure. While her mind had been swimming in paperwork and due dates for the past month, there was nothing left behind her eyes except the sensation of her clit being furiously sucked and a finger slipping into her channel as she rolled her hips against the tension.
Ginny replaced her tongue with her moistened fingers as she hastily rubbed her lover's clit, recognizing the twitch of her thigh as she reached a new high. Pausing, she forced the girl to come down, not allowing her to topple over the edge quite yet. She kissed the tender skin of the brunette's inner thigh, rubbing her palms in circles on the girl's hips looking up at the witch who was grasping frantically at her own breasts and arching her back in desperation. The eagerness she caused made Ginny smile against the flesh she had been kissing previously before returning her lips to the swollen nub in front of her face.
Finally, the girl was allowed release as she called Ginny's name for everyone to hear. The brunette's nub twitched in succession as her channel clenched around the ginger's fingers she had slipped in earlier. Blushing, she came to, her hips still flinching at the slightest touch. Ginny crawled up the girl's torso, laying gingerly on top of her frame, kissing her sweetly before rolling off and laying down beside her.
"I suppose now would be as good a time as any to break up with Harry," Ginny mumbled, making Hermione fall into a fit of laughter.
"Yeah, I suppose it would. When were you going to tell me about this?" Harry's booming voice made the two girls shoot up from their position in bed. They jointly attempted to cover themselves with the throw and pillows but that only seemed to enrage Harry more. "Cheating on me? With my best friend? What the fuck, Ginny!" Harry called. Hermione was worried he would get violent and moved to grab her wand, but he only turned on his heel and stormed from the room.
"Well shit." Ginny groaned, exhaling, and resting her back on the headboard.
"I mean, the bright side is you don't have to break up with him anymore," Hermione suggested as a sort of comfort, leaning back to join her lover. Surprisingly enough, this made Ginny laugh and shake her head before she leaned against Hermione.
"I suppose so."