Sleepless Nights
Chapter Three: First Kiss
Disclaimer: Hermione and Ginny et al belong to J.K. Rowling. I am just writing for them temporarily, as she seems to be giving them a longish break. This story is fluff and will contain much girl/girl angst, romantic affection, and eventually f/f action, so if this is not your thing, there are lots of other stories out there and I recommend you go read one of them instead.
Spoilers: Goblet of Fire
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to leave a nice review!
Ginny Weasley collapsed onto her bed. The Yule Ball was finally over. What torture, having to watch Hermione dance all night with that hook-nosed Viktor Krum, while trying to preserve her feet from Neville's clumsy dancing. Ugh. Poor Neville had even to kiss her when the dance was over, but had gotten his foot caught in the trick step when he leaned towards her. Ginny had helped him free his stuck leg, given him a firm handshake, and headed quickly back to her room.
She was glad all the other third year girls had gone home for the holidays; it meant she had the room completely to herself. She took off her shoes and slipped off her dress robes, sinking back onto the bed in just her slip, feeling really comfortable for the first time in hours. Then she heard familiar footsteps pounding up the stairs. Compared to the force of the footsteps, the knock that followed on her door sounded almost timid.
"Ginny," Hermione's voice sounded upset. "Can I come in for a little while?"
Ginny hopped off her bed and opened the door to reveal a very distraught- looking Hermione. Her sleek hair was slipping out of its elegant bun, and she was very red in the face. Ginny ushered her inside.
"I just had the world's stupidest argument with your brother," Hermione began, trying not to stare at Ginny, whose body was quite visible through the outline of her slip. Hermione felt her face grow even redder. As she proceeded to give Ginny the details of the fight, Ginny bent down and removed her shoes and began rubbing her feet. "I mean, it's not even like I wanted him to ask me to the ball…oh that feels good…but he was just being so obnoxious about me going with Viktor. Not that I think I'll be going out with him again, either."
Ginny stopped massaging Hermione's feet. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying hard not to sound too hopeful.
"It's too embarrassing," Hermione mumbled. "Forget I mentioned it."
"Hermione Granger, don't make me get my wand." Ginny replied. She did stand up, but only to move behind Hermione to start dismantling the rest of the hair bun. With her hands all tangled in Hermione's hair, she thought back to the night of the World Cup, and let out a little sigh. Hermione was blushing now, and looking more beautiful than ever.
"Well, right before the last dance, we walked out for some air, and he…he kissed me."
This was not exactly what Ginny had been hoping to hear. "He kissed you?" she said, feeling a hot swoop of anger in her stomach. "What does that have to do with why you won't be going out with him again?"
Hermione blushed even redder. Ginny's hands felt so good, swiftly unwrapping her hair from the bun. "It just wasn't…what everyone says it will be," she answered.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know how to explain it." Hermione lied. She knew very well how to explain it. Kissing Viktor wasn't one-tenth as exciting for her as having Ginny's hand on her shoulder, which was exactly where it was now.
"Oh Hermione, I'm sorry you've had such a bad night. Let's get you out of that stunning gown and wash this potion out of your hair. I promise you'll feel more like yourself."
Hermione gratefully accepted Ginny's suggestion and followed her into the restroom. Her breath caught in her throat as Ginny moved behind her and unzipped her gown. It seemed like Ginny paused for a moment to look at her before helping her move the gown off her shoulders, but Hermione was sure that was probably just her imagination.
Ginny had to work very hard to suppress a gasp as she helped Hermione out of her gown. Her hands were trembling as they lifted the gown above her head. She actually thought she might faint when she saw Hermione clad only in her slip. She looked ravishing.
She moved away feeling very self-conscious. She got some towels out of the linen closet, and walked over to one of the larger sinks. Hermione walked towards her and leaned over the sink. Ginny conjured a small spraying hose to attach to the faucet, and began to rinse Hermione's hair for her. Neither girl spoke, as they were each giving themselves over to the silent enjoyment of what they were doing. Ginny's fingers massaged Hermione's scalp, deftly working all the potion out. The drumming of the water spray and the rhythmic movement of Ginny's fingers was intoxicating. Hermione let out a small moan.
"I'm sorry," Ginny said immediately. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all," Hermione answered. "It feels great."
Ginny smiled to herself and proceeded to lather some magical hair soap into Hermione's long brown locks. After she had finished rinsing that out thoroughly (very thoroughly, as she didn't really want to stop touching Hermione), she leaned over and whispered, "All done," in Hermione's ear. Hermione was leaning over the sink with her eyes closed; also wishing this moment didn't have to end. Reluctantly, she accepted the towel that Ginny handed her, and began drying her hair.
"It'll be all bushy again by tomorrow morning," she said.
"I think it looks nice when it's bushy." Ginny replied.
"Do you want me to brush it out for you?" Ginny asked.
Hermione smiled rather shyly, and tossed Ginny her hairbrush. They sat on the foot of Ginny's bed as she worked the brush smoothly through Hermione's hair. She brushed a hundred strokes, paused, and brushed a hundred more. Fearing that three hundred strokes would seem excessive, she reluctantly reached her arm around Hermione's waist to hand the brush back. To her surprise, Hermione did not take the brush, but leaned back against Ginny with her eyes closed.
"Oh, Ginny," she murmured. "I'm so sleepy, and I know if I go back to my room, Lavender and Parvati will still be up giggling about the ball. Would you mind very much if I just…stayed here?" Hermione was secretly holding her breath, waiting for Ginny's answer. Hermione had promised herself not to pursue Ginny, since it seemed so unlikely that Ginny could possibly feel the same way about her, but after an hour of feeling her hands in her hair and then feeling the weight of her arm around her waist, Hermione's resistance was fading fast.
"I wouldn't mind at all," Ginny said, trying to keep her voice steady. Don't get your hopes up, she thought. There are seven other empty beds in this room. I'm sure she'll just go over and sleep in one of them.
But Hermione made no move to leave Ginny's bed. She simply scooted up to where Ginny was pulling down the covers and slid in next to her. Ginny tentatively reached an arm out, and Hermione happily cuddled right up next to her, laying her head on Ginny's shoulder, just inches above her breast. Ginny was completely aware of every single place on their bodies where their exposed skin was touching. She felt like Voldemort could come in tonight and smash Hogwarts to the ground, she would die happy. She wrapped her arms around Hermione, her hand trailing over the satin slip covering Hermione's back.
"Mmm…" Hermione mumbled into Ginny's neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Did Ginny have any idea what she was doing to her? It was enough that their slips barely covered them, and that Hermione's skin was tingling everywhere that Ginny's skin came into contact with it. She felt so turned on, but at the same time, so conflicted. Ginny saw her as just a friend, and would probably be horrified if she knew what kind of graphic thoughts Hermione was having about her.
Ginny was fighting to keep her composure. Hermione was making little noises that were driving her crazy. She desperately tried to remember the Sleepiness Charm that Flitwick had been talking about in class several months ago. She muttered the charm under her breath. In two minutes, they would both be asleep. If she could just refrain from attacking Hermione with frantic kisses for the next two minutes, they would be fine. The charm was already working; she was starting to feel quite drowsy.
"Ginny," Hermione mumbled.
"Hmm…" Ginny responded.
"I've had a really long day, but I just wanted you to know that this has been the best part." Ginny could have sworn she felt Hermione's lips on her throat after she said that, but she might have already been sliding off into a dream. She responded anyway, by planting a lingering kiss on Hermione's forehead immediately before the two girls drifted off into sleep.
Chapter Three: First Kiss
Disclaimer: Hermione and Ginny et al belong to J.K. Rowling. I am just writing for them temporarily, as she seems to be giving them a longish break. This story is fluff and will contain much girl/girl angst, romantic affection, and eventually f/f action, so if this is not your thing, there are lots of other stories out there and I recommend you go read one of them instead.
Spoilers: Goblet of Fire
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to leave a nice review!
Ginny Weasley collapsed onto her bed. The Yule Ball was finally over. What torture, having to watch Hermione dance all night with that hook-nosed Viktor Krum, while trying to preserve her feet from Neville's clumsy dancing. Ugh. Poor Neville had even to kiss her when the dance was over, but had gotten his foot caught in the trick step when he leaned towards her. Ginny had helped him free his stuck leg, given him a firm handshake, and headed quickly back to her room.
She was glad all the other third year girls had gone home for the holidays; it meant she had the room completely to herself. She took off her shoes and slipped off her dress robes, sinking back onto the bed in just her slip, feeling really comfortable for the first time in hours. Then she heard familiar footsteps pounding up the stairs. Compared to the force of the footsteps, the knock that followed on her door sounded almost timid.
"Ginny," Hermione's voice sounded upset. "Can I come in for a little while?"
Ginny hopped off her bed and opened the door to reveal a very distraught- looking Hermione. Her sleek hair was slipping out of its elegant bun, and she was very red in the face. Ginny ushered her inside.
"I just had the world's stupidest argument with your brother," Hermione began, trying not to stare at Ginny, whose body was quite visible through the outline of her slip. Hermione felt her face grow even redder. As she proceeded to give Ginny the details of the fight, Ginny bent down and removed her shoes and began rubbing her feet. "I mean, it's not even like I wanted him to ask me to the ball…oh that feels good…but he was just being so obnoxious about me going with Viktor. Not that I think I'll be going out with him again, either."
Ginny stopped massaging Hermione's feet. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying hard not to sound too hopeful.
"It's too embarrassing," Hermione mumbled. "Forget I mentioned it."
"Hermione Granger, don't make me get my wand." Ginny replied. She did stand up, but only to move behind Hermione to start dismantling the rest of the hair bun. With her hands all tangled in Hermione's hair, she thought back to the night of the World Cup, and let out a little sigh. Hermione was blushing now, and looking more beautiful than ever.
"Well, right before the last dance, we walked out for some air, and he…he kissed me."
This was not exactly what Ginny had been hoping to hear. "He kissed you?" she said, feeling a hot swoop of anger in her stomach. "What does that have to do with why you won't be going out with him again?"
Hermione blushed even redder. Ginny's hands felt so good, swiftly unwrapping her hair from the bun. "It just wasn't…what everyone says it will be," she answered.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know how to explain it." Hermione lied. She knew very well how to explain it. Kissing Viktor wasn't one-tenth as exciting for her as having Ginny's hand on her shoulder, which was exactly where it was now.
"Oh Hermione, I'm sorry you've had such a bad night. Let's get you out of that stunning gown and wash this potion out of your hair. I promise you'll feel more like yourself."
Hermione gratefully accepted Ginny's suggestion and followed her into the restroom. Her breath caught in her throat as Ginny moved behind her and unzipped her gown. It seemed like Ginny paused for a moment to look at her before helping her move the gown off her shoulders, but Hermione was sure that was probably just her imagination.
Ginny had to work very hard to suppress a gasp as she helped Hermione out of her gown. Her hands were trembling as they lifted the gown above her head. She actually thought she might faint when she saw Hermione clad only in her slip. She looked ravishing.
She moved away feeling very self-conscious. She got some towels out of the linen closet, and walked over to one of the larger sinks. Hermione walked towards her and leaned over the sink. Ginny conjured a small spraying hose to attach to the faucet, and began to rinse Hermione's hair for her. Neither girl spoke, as they were each giving themselves over to the silent enjoyment of what they were doing. Ginny's fingers massaged Hermione's scalp, deftly working all the potion out. The drumming of the water spray and the rhythmic movement of Ginny's fingers was intoxicating. Hermione let out a small moan.
"I'm sorry," Ginny said immediately. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all," Hermione answered. "It feels great."
Ginny smiled to herself and proceeded to lather some magical hair soap into Hermione's long brown locks. After she had finished rinsing that out thoroughly (very thoroughly, as she didn't really want to stop touching Hermione), she leaned over and whispered, "All done," in Hermione's ear. Hermione was leaning over the sink with her eyes closed; also wishing this moment didn't have to end. Reluctantly, she accepted the towel that Ginny handed her, and began drying her hair.
"It'll be all bushy again by tomorrow morning," she said.
"I think it looks nice when it's bushy." Ginny replied.
"Do you want me to brush it out for you?" Ginny asked.
Hermione smiled rather shyly, and tossed Ginny her hairbrush. They sat on the foot of Ginny's bed as she worked the brush smoothly through Hermione's hair. She brushed a hundred strokes, paused, and brushed a hundred more. Fearing that three hundred strokes would seem excessive, she reluctantly reached her arm around Hermione's waist to hand the brush back. To her surprise, Hermione did not take the brush, but leaned back against Ginny with her eyes closed.
"Oh, Ginny," she murmured. "I'm so sleepy, and I know if I go back to my room, Lavender and Parvati will still be up giggling about the ball. Would you mind very much if I just…stayed here?" Hermione was secretly holding her breath, waiting for Ginny's answer. Hermione had promised herself not to pursue Ginny, since it seemed so unlikely that Ginny could possibly feel the same way about her, but after an hour of feeling her hands in her hair and then feeling the weight of her arm around her waist, Hermione's resistance was fading fast.
"I wouldn't mind at all," Ginny said, trying to keep her voice steady. Don't get your hopes up, she thought. There are seven other empty beds in this room. I'm sure she'll just go over and sleep in one of them.
But Hermione made no move to leave Ginny's bed. She simply scooted up to where Ginny was pulling down the covers and slid in next to her. Ginny tentatively reached an arm out, and Hermione happily cuddled right up next to her, laying her head on Ginny's shoulder, just inches above her breast. Ginny was completely aware of every single place on their bodies where their exposed skin was touching. She felt like Voldemort could come in tonight and smash Hogwarts to the ground, she would die happy. She wrapped her arms around Hermione, her hand trailing over the satin slip covering Hermione's back.
"Mmm…" Hermione mumbled into Ginny's neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Did Ginny have any idea what she was doing to her? It was enough that their slips barely covered them, and that Hermione's skin was tingling everywhere that Ginny's skin came into contact with it. She felt so turned on, but at the same time, so conflicted. Ginny saw her as just a friend, and would probably be horrified if she knew what kind of graphic thoughts Hermione was having about her.
Ginny was fighting to keep her composure. Hermione was making little noises that were driving her crazy. She desperately tried to remember the Sleepiness Charm that Flitwick had been talking about in class several months ago. She muttered the charm under her breath. In two minutes, they would both be asleep. If she could just refrain from attacking Hermione with frantic kisses for the next two minutes, they would be fine. The charm was already working; she was starting to feel quite drowsy.
"Ginny," Hermione mumbled.
"Hmm…" Ginny responded.
"I've had a really long day, but I just wanted you to know that this has been the best part." Ginny could have sworn she felt Hermione's lips on her throat after she said that, but she might have already been sliding off into a dream. She responded anyway, by planting a lingering kiss on Hermione's forehead immediately before the two girls drifted off into sleep.