Disclaimer: This is non-profit. And Harry Potter is not mine. If it was, there surely would be lots of sex and screaming canoodlings, but alas! This is but a dream!


A bit of background: Hermione and Ginny are dancing in the annual Victory ball, when suddenly their need becomes more important than posing with the dumb heads in the Ministry.


Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

From " I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry


The music playing was slow and sensual. Hermione looked at Ginny's parched lips, glossy and smooth, so soft that you could bite into them. She was dancing with abandon, the soft colourful lights playing on her body and making it appear magical and other worldly. She had fancied her for some time. The way she'd flick back her hair and display the smooth delicate column of her neck, a few strands of hair flying and the soft tiny, hair at the nape of her neck. Those flaming red hair that complemented so well with her eyes. The sun of her smile, the weight of her breasts, buxom and inviting. She'd thought of touching them often but retreated knowing of her friend's preferences. She was her best friend. Had been for some time. Especially after the Battle when Harry died. His death and that of many more people reminded Hermione that life was too small to waste over some pathetic excuse of a boy. So, one day, on a whim, she had gone to a nightclub and entranced with the perfect globes of a voluptuous lady, had finally discovered the exquisite feeling of doing something right.

That was a long time and she had her eyes on Ginny ever since. She was a sprightly personality and a force to be reckoned with. That alone made her tantalising. But added to that her vivacious streak, her strong unyielding personality and utter loyalty, and she was a lost case

She took a small step, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, she tilted her mouth towards herself; there was a click of realisation in Ginny's eyes and her eyes went round and big and there! The feeling of soft lips on lips. Her bottom lip plump and glistening. So delicate, Hermione gently swept her tongue over it, feeling it softness, enjoying the whimper that ran through the redhead. Slowly, a hand came up to cup her breast, feeling her, massaging her through the red fabric of her dress. Ginny caught her areolas, rubbing the pads of her finger on them, eliciting a cry from the brunette and leaving her gasping in anticipation.

Ginny smirked. "Would you like to take this somewhere private?"

The panting girl barely managed a node of her head before being ushered to a quiet secluded corner.

As soon as they reached, they attacked one another with snapping teeth and tongue and lips. Ginny, unused to such attention from her girl felt her bravado fading. Hermione sensing this, laid her gently on the floor.

"Relax."

"And tell me what you like." She added with a saucy smile.

She unzipped the pretty dress, letting the satin caress her skin, helped her through her simple white bra with her sweet little bow at the swell of her breasts but let her panties on, letting its wetness tease her further.

"Oh, Hermione! You are wicked!"

Her eyes went wild at the sight of the scrumptious witch laid in front of her. The eager eyed brunette took a nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it. It was pinkish brownish and looked like a dollop of coffee on her pale breasts. The heat added a strawberry hue to her skin and there pebbled a delicious little cherry at the tip of her nipple. Soft, sweet and musky. She drank in the scent, and the aroma of her sweat. She lapped at the brown tips and the little buds bloomed rosy and sensitive. Her fingers eased the pressure and they stood taut, ready to be devoured. It was too perfect a sight to miss, and with a satisfied hum, the buds disappeared in the hot cavity of Hermione's mouth. Ginny bit back a moan of appreciation. The girl still dressed, felt the restrictions of her clothes but continued to lavish attention to Ginny's perky breasts. Hermione then rubbed the tips, adding a bit of force, then rolled them between her fore finger and thumb. This rough treatment was followed by a soft kiss at the tips and her tongue swirled, drinking her pain. She then proceeded o lick the underside of her bosom, licking every scrap of skin like a faithful kitten. Lapping at the sheen of sweat and salt, she left a salivary trail that burned Ginny's skin and cooled in the October night, sending a shiver down her spine.

Hermione tilted her face towards her. Tracing the swell of her lips, letting her forefinger rest at its ridges, feeling, memorizing each plane and curve, mesmerized with its beauty, she ran a finger at the tip of her upper lip and pressed a passionate kiss to her soft pliable ones. Heat surged through her body and goose bumps danced on her skin. Ginny, pressed a finger to her heaving breasts, riding their ardour and feeling their rise and fall with each laboured breath. Her hand strayed to the hem of her dress, pushing it upwards and letting her hand slither towards the bookworm's drenched panties. She rubbed the outer of the soaking fabric in a circular motion, enjoying the wetness of her sticky juices. Her other hand squeezed her ample buttocks and started kneading them like balls of dough. They were soft and lush, with ample skin to explore. The fat and curves spoke of her womanliness and she very much enjoyed the warm feeling of her ass, if only she could pump in harder!

Hermione was on cloud nine. She had never expected the night to go so well and this was more than she could have ever bargained for. She was convinced that nothing was as exquisite and delicious as Ginny's enormous and responsive tits when she felt an intrusion in one of her holes. And it was not her mouth! Ginny was licking and sucking her butthole and humming at the flavour of her unclean wares. She was mortified but then another delightful intrusion and she was singing the shameless tunes of a whore.

"Oh yes, Ginny! Fuck you!"

"The pleasure is all mine."

A dainty little finger was pushing its way through her clitoris and rubbing and massaging with such care, that her pussy was swelling most invitingly! Oh! How it was weeping!

"Ginny! Faster, faster!"

And then all hell went loose. Ginny pumped with such ferocity, going in, out, in, out…the sound of fingers slapping in juice, slip, sluurp, slip, sluurp…it wasn't long before a hot needy mouth clamped itself to a scarlet, creamy and shaven pussy and began lapping her juices. She sucked at that delicate nub, thrusting with her pink tongue, her saliva mixing with the creamy droplets, eating her, devouring her, rutting like a bitch in heat! A rush of pleasure electrifying her, her breathy moans letting out a colourful litany of Muggle Gods, as pleasure burst, sending her over the precipice. Her arms trembled and a tremor rippled through her body. Warm musky liquid pooled between her thighs, the dew translucent like pearls of opal, oozing into tiny droplets, creamy and white, coating Ginny's face with vanilla and rose. Her need drove her mad and with a final thrust, she came violently, jerking and whimpering, her muscles spasming and her pussy clenching, squeezing her release into Ginny's mouth, as she happily licked her clean. Between her moans and delightful shudders, her body came back from its high, her pussy still glistening and swollen, her pubic hair, all over Ginny's tongue and the red, soft pussy, cooling with her lover's whispered kisses.

A sheen of perspiration coated her body while the redhead was splayed like a white canvas, her keen olfactory senses still inhaling her sex, and drawing lazy patterns on her hot body, basking in the afterglow. She spooned her from behind, cocooning her in a warm embrace and breathing the scent of their mingled sex and flaming desire. The brunette nuzzled like a puppy, trailing open mouthed kisses in the pale white column of Ginny's neck, leaving a trail of promise and sweetness. She was sore, they both were, but wouldn't exchange their night of innocent fun, for all the galleons in Gringotts. Maybe, they could put on a show for each other the next time.

Their eyes drooped, their lips open and wet, and soon found them in a dream of hot showers and cool ice.


A/N: This is shameless and this is smut and you bloody well enjoyed it! So review...❤️