Disclaimer: Okay first things first……this messed up story is mine….but all the characters etc belong to the very lucky J. K Rowling…… grrrr.
Author's note: This is just a random idea I've had dancing round in my head for a bit, the girls are based round some of my friends, so they might be a bit OOC. This chapter's a bit short, but mainly cos I wanted to see how it goes down first.
For Sara (whose constant encouragement helped me write this) and to Lou (who made all of this possible and hasn't laughed at all)
Ginny was above her, moaning. Their two pussies were rubbing up and down, wetness spread all over the bed. Ginny was screaming for more, she started to cry out, calling her name over and over. They moved together, trying to get closer and closer, but they were as close as they ever would be. Moaning calling, they didn't care whom they woke up. Then with a final push they climaxed. At this point Hermione awoke, wetness filling her pants, she looked around. No one was awake, there was no screaming, no calling, no Ginny.
Hermione was confused, she didn't understand. Ginny was her friend, and only that, she didn't even like that sort of thing. She wiped her brow with her pillow and pushed her face into it and pulled the covers over her head. She felt so messed up inside. Was it the red hair, or maybe the bluntness that all the Weasleys seem to have inherited? But still, they were all she dreamed about; by day she would think of Ron and study his body when he wasn't looking, trying to see past the baggy clothes and the dirty mark on his nose. She never said anything though. Not to Ron, after all isn't the man meant to make the first move?
But at night, all she could think about was Ginny, every night she had the same dream, Ginny on top of her, connecting; she could feel her heart beating against hers, like it was beating for her. She banished this thought, she was Head Girl, she couldn't set a bad example, and people were looking up to her. Hermione couldn't get to sleep; she conjured a quick spelling charm to her self and drifted of, wand in hand, into Ginny teeming dreams.
Hermione woke from her dream early, to the sound of crashing and banging. She jumped up startled, and looked around for the source of the crashing. Her bedside table was burning, smashed onto its side. Hermione then noticed something in her hand. Her wand. She must have cast a spell through her passions in the night. She quickly extinguished the fire, and levitated the table to its rightful place. She looked at her wand, puzzled almost scared at the power that her dream had caused.
She heard someone running towards her room, she quickly changed her panties, still wet, and put on her dressing gown just in time. The bedroom door flew open and in stepped Ginny. For a moment Hermione looked at her, stared at her small but perfect breasts, the red flame hair that framed her cherubic face. She soon snapped out of it, when Ginny screamed through panted breaths, "I heard banging, smelt burning. Thought the place was on fire" Hermione sighed, anyone who had read "Hogwarts: A History" knew that any oversized fire that occurred in the castle was extinguished magically. Hermione placed a hand on Ginny shoulder, looked into her deep brown eyes, and told her to calm down. She said that there had been a minor accident when she had sat on her wand. Although Ginny didn't truly believe this, she accepted the excuse and asked Hermione if she wanted to go down for an early breakfast.
"Yeah, I'll be up in a bit, let me just change" Hermione said, relieved that the story had worked. The truth would have been far too embarrassing. Ginny turned around when Hermione started to change. "So have you asked Ron yet?" Ginny asked mischievously, a small grin spread across her face. Hermione dropped her bra at that remark.
"Asked him what? I don't know what you are talking about!" Hermione hastily said, face reddening. Ginny spun around and momentarily saw Hermione perked breasts. She turned around again, face also reddening.
"Erm, I mean, well. Everybody knows that you like Ron, everyone that is but him."
"You mean that it's that obvious?" Hermione noticed that Ginny had stared at her nipple for a time, but made little of it. Hermione had two reasons to be shocked; one, everyone knew that she liked Ron, and two Ginny just saw her half naked!
"Yeah! How can you miss the constant staring?" Ginny seemed like this amused her. Hermione started to get a little annoyed. Ginny had that effect on people, she was irritating and sometimes cocky, but you couldn't help loving her. Even Ron had to admit that. Hermione slipped on her robes and, made for the door, her hair left traditionally un-brushed.
She and Ginny talked the whole way down, to the Great Hall, stopping for a moment to inform a couple of lost, first years, who looked in a great deal of pain, where the bathrooms were. They nearly cried when Ginny told them that the nearest where on the other side of the castle. Ginny was amazed by the fact that Hermione wasn't going to say that she liked Ron to his face.
"But it's the twenty first century!" Ginny moaned, "It doesn't matter if you ask him." Hermione knew that there was truth in Ginny's words, but she couldn't pluck up the courage to say anything, and then there were always her dreams.
As they entered the Great Hall, Ron came over to her looking outraged, his face redder than his hair. "Hermione!" He bawled so that everyone could hear it, even though the Hall didn't have more than twenty students in it and none of the teachers. "I have been waiting for you down here for an hour. I think you own me an explanation!"
What do you think? Yeh sure, I'm one messed up person but R&R (even if it is just insults, but I'd prefer constructive criticism or praise). Should have next chapter up by tomorrow – tell me if you want more or less fluff, or more R-rated stuff. Thanx, Huami.
P.S Thanx to my beta reader……who doesn't do much but you know, I know she's reading this!!!