Breakfast passed as it had done the previous day: Hermione aroused like crazy, trying not to blush or whimper as her friends ate breakfast around her, oblivious to the mess she was making on the chair. Ginny had insisted this morning that Hermione try doing the day commando, in her words to allow easier access should Ginny want to play with her. Relieved by the idea of not being tortured for the whole day, Hermione had agreed immediately. But it did mean she was now creaming directly into her pyjama bottoms, and she would have to find a way upstairs without everyone seeing the wet patch when she turned her back. But that was a problem for later, for now she was quite happy with her sausage and eggs and the invisible vibrator on the end of her clit.

"Right, I'm off to get dressed", announced Ginny. Hermione stood up to follow her, hoping to have Ginny lick her clean... again - but Ginny stopped her. "I'm sure Hermione won't mind helping clear up?" The smirk on Ginny's face could mean only one thing: she had absolutely no intention of relieving her throughout the day. At least not until she'd worked for it. Feeling Ginny's spell intensify, and blushing at the thought of Harry seeing the state of her trousers, Hermione crossed her legs as she magicked the dirty plates into the kitchen. Harry stood up, glanced at Hermione's butt, smirking, and followed Ginny upstairs. Thoroughly embarrassed, Hermione resolved to clean up as quickly as possible so she could get upstairs and clean up. This was a difficult process, between her thighs shaking so much they could barely hold her weight and her pussy threatening to spill over the edge at any moment, but she did her job, and before too long all the plates and cutlery were clean and dry. Rushing up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with Mr and Mrs Weasley, Hermione burst into her and Ginny's room, expecting to find her there, and hopefully in the mood to get her off. Instead, the opened the door into an empty room, completely void of horny girlfriends. Assuming Ginny to be in the bathroom - possibly naked - Hermione turned and walked down the hall, stopping outside Harry and Ron's room. A faint grunting escaped a crack in the door, accompanied by a sound Hermione had come to learn: the moans of a sexually pleasured Ginny. What on earth was going on? Pushing the door open a centimetre, Hermione pressed one eye against the gap, her jaw dropping at the sight that greeted her. Stood facing her, with his eyes closed, was a completely naked Harry. Knelt in front of him, her head bobbing, was a completely naked Ginny. Her hands and mouth at work, Harry was clearly right on the edge. Sitting back on her haunches, her body still blocking the view, Ginny began vigorously wanking Harry. As she whispered inaudibly to him, he replied:

"Yeah... I'm close Ginny... uh... uh... I'm cumming!" A deep, forced grunt announced his climax, and as Ginny slowed her rubbing he fell back onto the bed.

"You always cum so much! Such big loads all over my tits!" Swooned Ginny, climbing on top of him and forcing a kiss. "Are you going to make love to me now? I've been gagging for a cock since yesterday! It's nice to play with 'mione, she's so soft and tender, but I need you to fill me up, to really satisfy me!"

Reaching down to his (now visible) enormous, cum covered cock, Harry gently placed it inside Ginny, causing the two to grunt and sigh in ecstasy.

"What is it like, fucking a girl?"

"It's good, she's surprisingly good actually - for a novice. I made her lick my pussy this morning, and then forced her to squirt all over the sheets. It was adorable!"

Hermione couldn't believe her senses! Her two closest friends in the world, right there, fucking each other senseless while talking about how adorable she was in bed! She thought she and Ginny were, if not in a relationship, then at least shared a special connection. But no. Apparently, she was just a little toy for Ginny to shag on the side and then gossip about to her boyfriend. She knew she should leave, and confront Ginny later, or perhaps burst in and either stop them... or join in. But there she stayed, watching them have sex like some pervert. Ginny was still facing away from her, so there was no chance of being caught, and as angry as she was about being betrayed, she couldn't deny that the two of them made a good team: Ginny moving slowly up and down on Harry's shining, throbbing cock while he rubbed her tits and she rubbed her clit.

"I'm getting close, Harry!"

"Come here, then." She did as she was told, bending forward while Harry took over clit-rubbing duties and began to thrust faster and deeper into her, causing her to scream into his shoulder. Shuddering as she came, she thrust herself down onto Harry's cock, visibly creaming along his shaft.

"I'm gonna cum too, Ginny, you're going to make me cum!" His balls tightened, and his legs began shaking in time with hers, pumping her gaping pussy full of thick, creamy spunk. The entwined lovers shuddered to a stop, and Ginny collapsed, taking the cock out of her and allowing their blend of juices to drip down her folds and onto Harry beneath her. Taking Ginny's butt in his hand, Harry pulled her in for another kiss, but Ginny pulled away.

"That was amazing, you're amazing! I don't know how I'd cope without you to give me release!"

"Well, that recovery spell you put on me was incredibly powerful, I can go again? Or twice?"

"We've been up here too long, I told Hermione to do the dishes, and I've still got that edging charm on her, so that will have bought us a bit of time."

"We could invite Hermione to join us?"

"She's not ready for that, she had no idea what orgasms were until about a month ago, your monster cock might kill her! She's so horny, and so repressed. Did you know she has wet dreams if she doesn't cum before bed?"

"Really? Sounds like she could do with and good fuck!"

"I'm taking care of her, she needs to be gently introduced to things before we get back to school. Otherwise she might implode when Luna gets hold of her, she's had a crush on Hermione since second year."

"How do you know all this?"

"Who do you think introduced Luna to masturbation?"

"You're a bit of a... slut."

"That's a horrible word! But what if I am?"

"Good point. Go on then. Get dressed!" Ginny kissed Harry one last time, then began to dismount - which Hermione took as her cue to leave, rushing back into her room to get dressed herself. Emotions swirling around her head, Hermione paced up and down the room, forgetting entirely that she was still in her damp pyjamas, and almost ignoring the continued spasms of her edging pussy.

What on earth was Ginny thinking? Why would she betray her - if she knew that Hermione had feelings for her, she'd made it perfectly clear. And to discuss Hermione's sex life with Harry, as if it was any of his business that she squirted for the first time. Or that she sometimes had wet dreams, or that she'd only recently discovered masturbation.

Enraged, she stormed around the room, red in the face, looking for something to throw. Finding nothing satisfying, she simply took her top off and threw that into the floor.

Should she confront Ginny? After all, Ginny had watched her masturbate and then told her. But this was different, perhaps confronting her would mean their relationship ending all together. But did she really want to be involved with someone who has sex and talks about her behind her back - even if it is just to Harry. On the other hand, she really loved Ginny, and they were good together. And watching Harry cum - twice - was incredibly hot, just like in her dreams. Perhaps this could lead to her fulfilling the fantasy?

At that moment, Ginny decided to enter the room, closing the door and smirking at the topless, red-faced Hermione.

"Hey, 'mione. How are you doing, down there?" She grinned.

"I... erm... Ginny, I..." She stammered in reply.

"What's the matter, have I teased you senseless?"

"I saw you. With Harry. I'm sorry... I watched."

"What!?"

"I was going to brush my teeth, and I heard you, and I..." Her lip trembled, tears forming in her eyes. The edging stopped, and she breathed a sigh of strangled relief.

"You watched?"

"Sorry..."

"And you heard...?"

"Yeah..."

"Hermione I'm so, so sorry!"

"I thought... I thought that maybe, I love you. And you loved me. But you love Harry. And... and that's... fine."

"Oh my god, Hermione. I had no idea! I thought you knew, perhaps not about me and Harry, but I thought you knew this wasn't romantic." They sat down on the bed, Ginny placed an arm around Hermione, who sobbed into her shoulder. Ginny fought back tears of her own, the last few weeks brought crashing down, culminating not in the joyous, gay awakening for them both that she had imagined - but rather in the emotional destruction of her closest friend, presumably their friendship, and possibly even herself. What to do?

"'mione, you are my best friend in the world. I can't believe I've hurt you... I'm so sorry."

"None of this was real, was it?"

"Of course it was all real, it was an awakening for us both. But that's all it was. Two bi-curious girls discovering sex together. I didn't mean to attach any meaning to it."

"I guess that's probably my fault for never being in a relationship before." Sniffling, she wiped her nose on a tissue.

"It's not your fault. It's my fault for not realising and leading you on." Ginny wiped away a tear from her own eye.

"And you stuff you told Harry about me?"

"Also my fault, and I'm so unbelievably sorry. I completely betrayed your trust, and you'll probably... never want to... see me again...?"

"..."

"I understand."

"I just need to think."

"Absolutely. I think we should probably go back to being... just friends?"

"I don't know if we can be friends, Ginny."

"Okay. We should stop having sex then?"

"Probably. I don't want to stop."

"Me neither."

"But I can't trust you." The words fired like javelins straight through Ginny's heart, tearing it fibre from fibre. Unable to say anything without bursting into uncontrolled sobs of her own, she took her wand, undid the charms she had placed on her ex-friend.

"Thank you."

Ginny stood up, looking down at her heartsore friend.

"You're welcome. I hope... maybe one day... we can be friends? Or do... this... again?"

"I don't know, Ginny." She looked at the floor, unable to have any part of Ginny in her view.

"Okay." And she turned and left. Her quiet, sober exeunt issuing a decree of finality upon Hermione's hollow heart.