Hello again! I don't have much to say, besides thank you once again for the nice reviews. Hope you enjoy this chapter, though you might want to read it with caution: there's definitely naughty stuff here. If you don't like naughty stuff, or if you think naughty stuff between two girls is especially naughty (why are you here, then? jeesh), then you might want to skip the last part of this chapter. But if you like naughty stuff, especially with two girls, then you're in the right spot and I hope it's up to your expectations. :grin: Enjoy.
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Unexpected
Chapter Five: Hunger
Were those words really coming from those lips? Lips whose smile was wavering every so slightly, lips that were dry from nerves. And traveling up her face, Ginny could see bright amber-brown eyes, pupils dilated. It was the same look that Hermione had given her right after she had kissed her. She was a little surprised to see it again.
Something that felt like an air bubble rushed into her brain and made her feel lightheaded. She sagged a little and reached for the chipped paint wall for support and drew in some shaky breaths.
Hermione got a worried look on her face, and she reached out for the girl hesitantly. "Ginny…?"
Ginny swallowed and realized she was shaking and her knees were weak. Wasn't this what she had been waiting for? Why couldn't she move? Why couldn't she speak? The emotions inside her were too overwhelming to comprehend; it was as if the world had begun to spin twice as fast as usual and she was still trying to hold onto the old rules of gravity. If she moved, she would be swept away to somewhere uncertain, to a place where the stars were always shining different colors and the hands that clutched each other awkwardly weren't Hermione's and Fred's, but Hermione's and Ginny's.
It did scare her a little now. She'd let herself give up hope little by little after the first failed confrontation. The last few days had been a blur, metaphorically and literally - her eyes had been in a constant teary state. Thankfully, no one had bothered to look at her too closely. But considering the events of the past few days, how could this be real? How could Hermione be only a few feet away, standing so expectantly, eyes shining just like that, and be reality?
"What about Fred?" Ginny asked slowly, trying to shake off the tremble in her voice.
Hermione sighed and frowned guiltily. "When he pulled me away during the fireworks, I didn't know what to do," she replied. "Saying yes didn't seem like it would be too bad; after all, Fred's a gentleman when he wants to be." Ginny smiled faintly at that. Hermione returned it in faithful imitation and didn't speak for a few moments, gathering her thoughts to her like birds into a cage. "Ginny… When you kissed me a few weeks ago, I was surprised - naturally," she added, and her smile grew a little, albeit nervously. "But I didn't mind it. In fact, I'm sorry that I froze up. The truth is, Gin, I'd been disregarding those kinds of feelings for you out of fear."
She hesitated for a moment before she stepped closer to her, close enough to hear her intake of breath. Ginny's breath caught in her throat and her heart started pumping uncomfortably fast and hard in her chest, like an old, booming drum. She felt Hermione's warm gaze examine her face, her eyes taking in the litter of freckles across her cheeks and nose and trying to figure out how deep her eyes went. Ginny met and held her eyes, and found that her eyes weren't exactly amber; they were more the color of dark honey with flecks of darker brown around her pupils. Hermione smiled at her, and she felt her lips tug upwards to match it.
"The truth is, Gin," Hermione continued softly, "that I love you." She reached up with a shaking hand and pushed Ginny's hair away from her face.
Maybe it was this simple contact that wrenched sense back into her brain, brought her back to the moment and made her realize that the world was the way it was supposed to be. Ginny became aware of the warmth of Hermione's fingertips as they brushed against her ear, of the goose bumps that rose on her skin after that brief touch. Those words echoed inside her, flew through her veins like technicolor butterflies that tickled the sides of her heart and stomach. They made warm tears slip from her eyes, but not for heartbreak - for the healing of a wound that had been open for far too long.
"Oh, god, Ginny," Hermione said, eyes becoming sad. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Ginny didn't let her finish. With sleek precision, her arm snaked around Hermione's waist and drew her closer to her, the other hand reaching up to caress the girl's soft, lightly freckled cheek. Ginny smiled, just a twitch of the lips, before she leaned in close and took Hermione's lips with her own.
Hermione was taken by surprise again, but within a moment Ginny felt the pressure of her lips against hers and refused to let go. It was shy at first, a toe in the water to test the temperature. But they soon fit into a rhythm and invited each other in; their tongues introduced themselves and became good friends. Ginny felt a slow growing heat in her abdomen and pawed gently at Hermione's hip. The brown-haired girl moaned lightly into her mouth and entangled her fingers more in Ginny's hair.
"Girls! Girls, we're leaving!"
Molly Weasley's voice traveled up the stairs and broke the spell they had cast over each other. Hermione pulled her lips away and looked at Ginny with hooded eyes, sending a shiver up her spine. They stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily and loosely holding each other.
"Did you mean that one?" Hermione asked huskily, licking her swollen lips.
Ginny smiled and ran a hand through her hair, marveling at its silkiness. "I meant it the first time, too," she replied. "I was just too scared to tell you." She took a deep breath and looked the older witch in the eyes, smile fading into seriousness. "I love you, too."
It felt so good to say it aloud, even better to see Hermione's face break into a bright and shining smile. They kissed again briefly before Hermione pulled away. Ginny pouted at her, but the older girl simply smiled.
"Your mother may be a good detective," Hermione told her, "but we don't want to give her any clues - not just yet."
Ginny nodded. Nothing worried her just now. Her brain was still fuzzy from Hermione's lips on hers and the lava that warmed her just between her hips. Maybe, just maybe, something could be done about that - later.
For now, the two girls walked down the steps, Hermione leading the way, and one after the other, they went to Diagon Alley.
…
The family returned to the Burrow just at sunset, the orange and pink sky making their house look like a dream world. It had been a good afternoon, full of laughter and jokes and sunny weather. They had seen many of their school friends at Diagon Alley as well, and had enjoyed a brief round of butterbeers with Neville and Seamus after their final purchases had been made.
Hermione acted the same as she always had about Ginny, which had confused and hurt her for only a few moments before realizations hit her and she understood. Of course they had to act normally - not only would it hurt Fred, but she also didn't know how her mother or her family would react to the news.
Ginny had never told them that she was attracted to girls. Perhaps it was because of the incident with Tom Riddle - though she had certainly had doubts about her sexuality beforehand as well - but she had no desire to be with a boy. The female body had always been so much more alluring, fuller and softer looking. She'd never thought a lot about it. It seemed natural to her, after all. She wondered how Hermione felt about it. Was she scared? How long had she known? She wanted to ask her, pull her away from Fred for a few moments to make sure that this was real. But she waited patiently, keeping the thoughts of their kiss and Hermione's words at the forefront of her mind to keep her doubts at bay.
They idled in the living room for a while; George and Harry comparing wizards cards while Hermione and Fred talked lightly together. To distract her from the older girl, Ginny asked Ron for a game of Wizard's Chess. He beat her five times in a row.
When the clock struck ten o'clock, Molly came in the room from the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "What do you think this is, an all-night party?" she chided. "Get yourselves to bed! I won't have us being late in the morning for your train because you were too silly with excitement to get any sleep."
"It is rather late," Hermione agreed, and stood. The others followed suit, George and Fred grumbling about the constraining ideas that society had of time. Hermione smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making him blush. "Goodnight," she told him, and repeated to the other boys, before she looked over at Ginny. "Shall we?"
There was something in her tone of voice that made her heart skip, but she knew she was the only one who noticed. Ginny nodded and said her goodnights before following the older girl up to their room.
The door closed behind them and Hermione's lips were on hers again, arms encircling her lithe frame. Ginny gasped into her mouth and quickly matched her intensity, hands roaming over the older girl's body and pulling at fabric, teasing bare skin. She felt a hunger she had never felt before, and the more they kissed, the greater that hunger became.
" 'Mione," she whined lightly, pulling away to paw at the girl's chest. Hermione gave her a questioning look, eyes glazed over a little. "I'm hungry."
Hermione cocked an eyebrow, grinning. "For what, Ginny?"
The redhead shrugged, running a thumb over Hermione's breast through her shirt. The girl's eyes widened in surprise briefly. "I don't know."
She looked up at her from beneath her eyelashes and smiled coyly. Her smile was quickly wiped away, however, when Hermione grabbed her around the waist and, in a fire of passion that put the last few minutes to shame, pulled them towards the bed.
They crashed into the bed and Hermione's hand was up her shirt, tracing and lightly clawing at the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Ginny moaned lightly and licked at Hermione's neck, intertwining their legs to bring them closer. She found her thigh between Hermione's legs; with a wicked thought she squeezed it into the older girl's pelvis, emitting a gasp from the older girl - who retaliated by doing the same. All the while, their lips and hands roamed over each other, clothes tugged at teasingly but not quite peeled away. Finally, however, the older girl growled in impatience and pulled the soft blue material of Ginny's tank top over her breasts; Ginny complied and lifted her arms to remove it fully, then moved to peel off Hermione's black top. They moved like that, taking off each other's clothes, until they were down to simply their panties.
A sudden nervousness seemed to take both of them over. They lie there and held each other, warm breath against each other's necks and bodies still entangled. Ginny tried to swallow and found her throat and mouth dry; her blood was pumping fast again, all seeming to pool between her legs. The beating of Hermione's heart underneath her hand confirmed the girl was feeling the same way.
"I love you, Ginny," Hermione whispered in her ear.
Ginny smiled and kissed her nose, looking her into her eyes deeply. "I love you, too," she replied. She realized that of all the things that she had done or said or thought in her life, she was the most certain about this. The thought scared her a little - but she knew it was worth it.
They didn't talk for a while. They stared into each other's eyes, taking in color and shape and emotion. And then, almost as if it were an unspoken agreement, their lips met again and they fell into their passion once more.
They teased each other; they explored each other's bodies. Tongue and teeth and mouth and fingertips made Ginny's head feel fuzzy, made her eyes roll back in her head and her back arch. Their eyes met again and their panties ended up on the floor. Ginny stroked milky thighs and trailed her fingers up to slick flesh, making Hermione gasp and moan into her shoulder and mouth as they kissed. Her hips moved with Ginny's fingers as they explored her most sensitive areas, teasingly dipping inside of her before going back to playing with the small nub of nerves just above.
Hermione's body shuddered and squirmed against hers. Finally, it tensed and she let out a strained moan before her body went limp. Ginny pulled her wet fingers away slowly and then gathered the girl into her arms, kissing her sweat-covered brow gently. Hermione smiled up at her, a drugged look to her eyes.
Ginny looked down at her and smiled, overwhelmed again by the amount of feelings and thoughts running through her head. "You're so pretty," she told her, the back of her hand caressing her cheek lightly.
Hermione blushed and cast her eyes down briefly. "Thank you," she mumbled. "You are, too. And no arguments," she added as Ginny was about to retort.
The younger girl just sighed in response and smiled down at her. "Thank you, then."
They kissed again, gently for a while, then growing hungry again. Ginny's body was on fire, begging to be touched. Hermione could tell and complied, her fingers trailing paths of hot lava down her body before going for the source of Ginny's being.
The sensation hit her like a wave. She gasped sharply, eyes growing wide before shutting almost violently. She'd never been able to touch herself like this. Hermione's fingers rubbed and stroked her sensitive flesh with a speed that both tantalized and satisfied. The back of Ginny's head felt fuzzy and soft, and her thighs refused to stop quivering.
Suddenly she felt the flick of Hermione's tongue across her nipple; she gasped, but the feeling quickly disappeared. She opened her eyes to find the older girl trailing kisses down her body, kisses that felt like fire. Hermione looked up to meet her gaze, just below her bellybutton.
"Is this all right?" she asked her shyly.
It took her half a moment to realize what she meant. It was hard to think straight when a girl's mouth was only inches away from your crotch. Ginny looked back at her and nodded slowly.
Hermione smiled back at her in response and continued down, skipping over the mound of pubic hair to kiss the insides of her thighs. Ginny whimpered lightly, her body feeling like it was ready to explode with heat. Hermione ignored it for a few more moments, running her tongue and fingernails across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, before the older girl licked teasingly between her legs.
The effect was immediate. Ginny inhaled sharply, and was only just recovering from the spark of the fire inside her brain when the assaulting muscle returned, flicking across the same area her fingers had been playing with earlier. But unlike her fingers, this feeling was like white-hot lightning through her veins. She dug her nails into the bed, entangled her fingers into Hermione's hair. Her breathing became sharp and littered with barely-contained moans, as she was driven closer and closer to the breaking point.
She couldn't tell how much time had past. She could barely remember her own name. Her body had disappeared as wave after wave of heat overtook it, agonizing for the sweetness of release…
And when it finally came to her, her body arched and returned only to remind her that it was still there before it crashed and fell away again, leaving her there floating somewhere in an ocean of warmth. But she wasn't there alone. There was Hermione, slinking up over her body. There was Hermione, lips on hers gently, comfortingly, and tasting of her.
"I love you," Ginny told her, groggy and lightheaded.
Hermione encircled her in her embrace and held on tightly. "I love you, too, Ginny." She kissed her forehead.
They lay there like that, wrapped in each other's arms and reveling in the afterglow. Ginny could only remember thinking that this was the happiest she had ever been before she drifted off to sleep.
Open up my eager eyes…