Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. The ever-talented JK Rowling has the honour of that, I assure you. No money is being made from this (unfortunately).
Warning: Yes, it's a femmeslash. Characters are somewhat apparent, but remain un-named. Enjoy.
In The Dormitory
"Hurry up, love" The brown-haired one tugged the others' hand impatiently with a giggle. The response was a light squeeze. The two silently crept down the hallways and every changing stairwells to their Common Room. A few more minutes of quiet chatter and a quickly stolen kiss led them to the Portrait of the Fat Lady.
A nearly silent whisper of 'amore' gave way to the solitude of the large room and its' crackling fireplace. The pink-clothed lady swung shut disapprovingly with a slam. The two were certain she'd say nothing to anyone else, however.
"Couch," one murmured as her tongue traced an earlobe. "Or somewhere more private?" Her tongue flicked the pierced lobe lightly, taking it between her teeth gently. The other girl gave a soft moan, turning towards her.
"Really hon. Just imagine McGonagall's face if she walked in." Her soft tone turned to yet another gasp as the tongue licked a path across her jawbone. A laugh was silenced with a fleeting game of tongue war. The two managed to keep a hand on the other while making their way to their sixth-year dormitory. A creak and the door was open.
"Shh." The thick wood closed with a quiet 'click'.
"What's it matter?" The brunette laughed, breaking the silent hush as she tossed her head back. She freed it from the braid, letting it cascade like a chocolate waterfall. The other girl stared unabashedly. "They're all outside, enjoying this fine," she let her eyes roam freely, fixating on the swell of her breasts. "Hot," Very slowly, both girls stripped as one continued her narration. "Summer day. You and I both know everyone is enjoying the pleasures-" A gasp was elicited as one pulled the other down onto the bed. Curtains were fast drawn. They met in a passionate kiss, as if they'd never stopped from down in the Common Room. All pretenses were forgotten about what was wrong and what was right as the two breathed in unison. They cried out in shuddering breaths until both were exhausted. Gently, they held each other and fell asleep…
Ginny walked in her room and wrinkled her nose. It smelled like sweat, heated passion, and sex. A lot of sex. She noticed whose curtains were drawn with a small smile. Her own hand found her lips and remembered with a smirk where she'd just come from. She couldn't really blame her two friends. What else were long summer days for?
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Please R&R. I hope you enjoyed it!
The characters are vague, although I'm sure with a little thinking you can figure it out.
