Hermione's lips were warm and tasted like the grapes she had eaten earlier. The kiss has surprised Ginny, she wasn't really expecting it.
But when Hermione lifted her head from Ginny's shoulder and placed her fingers gingerly against her jaw, she fell into the kiss immediately.
Ginny breathed in the intoxicating taste of Hermione's lips, her brain now void of any true thought.
The wind was warm due to the charm cast around them, and she found her thumb rubbing circles against Hermione's arm, a trail of goosebumps left in her wake.
She gently bit Hermione's lower lip, savoring the gentle moan escaping her. Ginny let Hermione's lip go and in turn, she returned deep kisses.
Hermione's tongue ran against the seam of her lips and Ginny's mouth opened eagerly, enjoying the moment with her girlfriend.
When Hermione's mouth left her own, she let out a little groan, sad at the departure.
Luckily the lack of affections didn't last long as Hermione moved her kisses to Ginny's jaw and neck, peppering her cool skin with warm imprints.
"I want you," Hermione breathed between kisses.
"I- okay," Ginny said breathlessly, lost in Hermione's love.
"No, I'm ready. I want you. Please?"
Ginny felt her brain go blank as her arms automatically pushed Hermione away from her, unable to comprehend the words that had just been said.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked as she searched Hermione's face for any sort of apprehension. "I want you to be sure."
"Ginny, I'm certain, but if you're not ready that's okay. I just… you need to know how I feel."
Ginny looked into Hermione's brown eyes, the longing evident on her face as she stared back. She could feel her chest pounding nervously as she let her brain catch up to what was happening.
She wanted Hermione, she had always wanted Hermione, but she couldn't help the nerves that flooded her. It wasn't that Ginny didn't want to, it's that she was nervous. Hermione was different than Harry, their relationship was different, and she wanted it to be right; to be perfect.
Hermione must have seen the thoughts written across Ginny's features.
"Gin," she said quietly, her hands cupping her face gently, "I'm going to kiss you, okay?"
Ginny nodded gingerly before feeling Hermione's lips connect with her own.
The kiss was groundbreaking, it was full of passion and need, and love.
Hermione was gentle and slow and deliberate in her actions. She kissed Ginny with purpose, her hand had found its way to the nape of her neck as their tongues danced against each other.
Ginny did her best to settle her nerves, but it was Hermione's touch that was soothing her more than anything, her heart rate slowing to a bearable pace.
When Ginny finally had control of herself, she did her best to put Hermione's needs ahead of her own, to make this as perfect as possible.
As Hermione's fingers played with Ginny's hair, Ginny gently pushed Hermione backward against the ground until she was placed delicately on the blanket.
The girls continued to kiss as if it was their first.
She continued to move her hands along Hermione's body, attempting to feel every inch of skin she was able. Hermione took this action eagerly as she began to explore Ginny's own body as well, her hands eventually ending on the soft curve of her ass, forcing a content sigh from Ginny's lips.
Ginny pulled herself from Hermione's eager kisses before moving herself slightly lower, first letting her nose and lips trail a path across her neck and jaw. The little breathes from Hermione were lovely, but Ginny wanted more. She began to suck on her pulse point, which elicited slightly deeper breathes. But when Ginny moved to bite the skin across Hermione's collarbone, a moan escaped Hermione's lips and she could feel the girl's grip on her hair grow tighter and she pushed herself further into Ginny.
Ginny continued alternating between kissing, bites, and sucking across Hermione's neck. Unable to access anymore, Ginny moved her hands to the buttons on Hermione's jumper and began to slowly unclothe her girlfriend, desperate to finally see all she was.
Hermione moved her own attention to Ginny as she grabbed the bottom of her quidditch jumper and pulled it off the girl, her own jumper now tossed against the tree stump. She heard Ginny cast a quiet concealment change around them to avoid any prying eyes, before she brought her lips back to her.
Ginny once again kissed Hermione with all the love she could muster, and it was nearly 5 years' worth of it.
Hermione finally let her grip leave Ginny's hair, and began exploring the rest of her body, the other hand once again resting on her ass.
Ginny moved to finally give attention to Hermione's chest, the nipples becoming erect as she blew air across them before finally allowing her mouth to make contact with the right, as her fingers pulled and tugged at the left.
Hermione further pushed herself into Ginny causing to moan eagerly at Hermione's want for her. As Ginny continued to kiss and suck Hermione's breasts, ensuring to alternate sides occasionally, she soon felt Hermione's roaming hands leave her ass, rubbing closer and closer to her core. Ginny could feel herself growing wetter as she imagined Hermione's hands touching her there delicately, finally ending her unfulfilled desires.
Hermione's fingers moved to the button of Ginny's pants and swiftly began removing the foul things. Ginny continued her attentions to Hermione, their kisses now frantic as the anticipation continued to grow. Ginny kissed Hermione as if she might explode, and she was soon struggling to breathe when Hermione's fingers began rubbing against her wet cotton knickers teasing her relentlessly.
Ginny could feel herself subconsciously pushing herself into Hermione's hand, desperate for more friction. She was so caught up in the feel of Hermione's hands that she was caught off guard when her warm fingers found their way under the cotton barrier, now rubbing up and down Ginny's folds, spreading the wet heat all over her pussy before lightly pinching her clit.
Ginny bit down on Hermione's neck, in an attempt to stop from screaming out.
The concealment charm would cover them from anyone's view, but the lack of a silencing spell was a risky game they were playing.
Hermione used her free hand to pull Ginny's head back, as she slowly began to pump her fingers in and out, her thumb rubbing circles over her clit. The buildup was slow but desperate, and Ginny was unable to stop the panting that began as Hermione picked up the pace, setting her ablaze.
As Ginny closed her eyes, riding the waves of pleasure being forced from her body, Hermione let her lips latch on to Ginny's neck and sucked at her pulse point, eventually forcing the orgasm from Ginny's mouth with a quick convulsion and a final moan.
Ginny looked down to Hermione, the witch had a smile that tugged at Ginny's heart as she looked happily at her girlfriend.
"What?" Ginny asked as she returned the grin.
"Was it good for you? It seemed like it was okay, but I wanted to be sure.."
"Hermione, it was absolutely amazing. You are absolutely amazing."
"Truly?"
"Truly. Now put me out of my misery. I'm dying to taste you," Ginny responded with a wicked grin as she pulled herself off a blushing Hermione, deciding to take her pants off in the process as they were pulled half down anyway after being fingered.
After discarding her pants and placing them on top the growing pile of clothes near the tree trunk, Ginny grabbed the waistband of Hermione's jeans and shimmied them off her with the help of the witch.
"I've never done this before," Hermione said her face flushed red.
"Do you want me to?" Ginny asked, willing to do whatever Hermione asked of her, even if it meant stopping.
Hermione nodded quickly, "I just don't know if I'll be any good."
"Just relax, let me do this for you?"
Hermione nodded once again, a bit slower this time, more certain, before resting her head against the blanket, her arms crossed over her chest.
Ginny stared at glistening slit in front of her, begging desperately to be touched. Ginny let her fingers play with Hermione's folds, covering her fingers in slick warmth while she kissed the girl's inner thigh.
She could tell Hermione was still a bit nervous, so she took her time moving her mouth closer and closer to her core. Hermione's hand once again found Ginny's hair, and she pushed her fingers through the silky hair as if to release the anxiety she was feeling.
Ginny covered her right thigh in concise kisses, before moving to the left side and incorporating little lick as she made her way up. She took her time getting closer and closer, but always starting over when she moved a little further than last time.
But as Ginny placed a kiss in the crevice between her thigh and outer folds, Hermione's hand tightened against Ginny's hair, a desperate 'please' escaping her lips.
After what felt like hours of teasing Hermione to the brink of pleading, she finally placed a tender kiss on the outside of the pink folds. She ran her tongue along the slit, the taste of Hermione was making her head spin.
Eager to please Hermione, Ginny wrapped her lips around her clit before letting her tongue draw tight circles around it. Her fingers pushed inside Hermione's sex, the warm muscle clenching around them immediately, as she began to rub the spongy tissue deep in her girlfriend.
Hermione began to moan loudly as Ginny continued to pump her fingers in and out and devouring her as if a woman starved. Ginny could feel herself getting wet again as Hermione started to breathlessly chant her name like a prayer, getting faster and faster as she continued to pulse around Ginny. And when Hermione came with an abrupt cry, Ginny found herself craving release once again.
She pulled the cotton knickers off her entirely, down only to her bra while Hermione laid on the ground completely naked, her breathe still frantic. Ginny kissed Hermione once again, letting the girl taste her juices.
Ginny placed herself directly on top of Hermione's still wet folds and pulled her knee upward as she straddled it. When Ginny began to rub herself against Hermione, the witch let out another groan as Ginny rode her ceremoniously. She looked down to Hermione, her wild hair spread around her like a halo as the moon shone across her skin otherworldly. Ginny was in love.
Hermione pulled her hands off the ground next to her and began to play with her nipples as Ginny ground her clit against her, the vision driving her mad with desire.
As Hermione pinched a nipple between her fingers another moan escaped her lips, and Ginny found herself once again reaching the high as Hermione played with herself. Ginny picked up the pace as she placed her hand along Hermione's jaw, her thumb drawing lines in her skin as she chased their ensuing orgasm.
She pushed her thumb into Hermione's mouth, which the girl eagerly began to suck as she ground back against Ginny. Ginny could tell Hermione was close as she turned her head to try and dull the sounds of her pleasure.
"Come for me, Hermione. I want to hear you," she whispered huskily at the girl, her thighs now burning as she continued to ride her into oblivion.
As if waiting for permission, Hermione fell into bliss with loud moans and cries, surely heard from even the castle. Ginny finished shortly after her and collapsed on the ground as her head exploded with the intensity of her orgasm.
She laid next to her girlfriend as the two panted, the sky now dark as the time had passed. It had been better than she could have imagined, but as Hermione's hand moved to hold hers, Ginny knew this was all she ever wanted.
"I'm scared," Hermione whispered as they stood outside the Burrow, though they apparated almost 5 minutes ago, she wasn't sure she was ready to go in yet.
"Me too," she heard Ginny admit quietly.
Hermione squeezed her girlfriend's hand quickly as she took a deep breathe. Harry had arrived nearly an hour ago; he even brought Neville as a date to hopefully take some attention away from the two of them.
She just had to get past Molly and Ron, she could do that, right? They had known her for years, loved her as family, that had to count for something.
Hermione decided it was best to rip the band aid off as she pulled Ginny to the front door, not letting them break contact as she grasped the doorknob and pushing the old door open.
It was now or never.
When the entered the living area, the room was as loud as always, with Fleur, Bill, and Charlie sitting closest to them on the couch discussing what appeared to be the breeding habits of dragons.
"Ginny! Hermione!" Fleur exclaimed as the two walked toward them, quickly glancing at their entwined hands, "Ah yes, Bill has told me as much, I am happy for you two."
Hermione smiled nervously before returning the kiss to Fleur's cheek.
Bill and Charlie both stood and gave each girl a quick hug before sitting down. Charlie patted the place next to him and gestured for Hermione to sit down and join their group.
"Gin, I think it's best if you handle Mum, she's still playing Mama Bear to Ron as usual, think it's best if Hermione sit this one out," Charlie explained to them in a hushed tone.
Ginny scrunched her face for a second before placing a timid kiss to Hermione's temple, "wish me luck."
"What are you wishing her luck for?" a deep voice called from the doorway where a very tall very uncomfortable looking Ron stood awkwardly.
"Never mind, good luck to you," Ginny said through gritted teeth before pushing past her brother on her way to the kitchen.
"Erm, hello Ron," Hermione said with a false smile, and she was sure the pitch of her voice was entirely unconvincing as anything remotely normal.
"Sit! Sit!" Fleur gestured to Ron to her now empty spot as she forced herself to the door, "Bill, Charlie?"
And Hermione tried to remain impassive as she watched Bill scrub at the back of his neck, while Charlie flashed her a sincere look as the two brothers followed Fleur from the sitting room.
"That was… weird," Ron said as he narrowed his eyes, studying Hermione as he spoke, clearly noticing they were the cause of the interaction.
"That? No, not weird," she squeaked in return before silently cussing herself.
Ron looked at Hermione skeptically before turning his attention to the yellow jumper he wore, and Hermione couldn't help but critic his choice of color when getting dressed this morning. She watched as he picked at the pilling, avoiding her for as long as possible it seemed before speaking once again.
"It's been a while," he said quietly.
"Yeah," she returned, equally as dumbfounded as he it seemed.
"How have you been?"
"Good… I'm writing a book, this year's lessons are going great-"
"I heard you went out with Diggory," he interrupted quickly, and Hermione observed the red splotches form across his cheeks as he spoke.
"Yes… it didn't end up being anything though…"
"Really?" he asked, and Hermione's heart clenched as she heard the faint hint of excitement at hearing this declaration.
"Yes…"
"Why not?"
"Well, there's someone else," she supplied, hoping this mini revelation could make him back off while she waited for Ginny, which she now noticed was eerily quiet from the kitchen.
"Who?" he asked eagerly, pushing himself closer to the edge of the couch, closer to Hermione. She was struggling to find words now, her mind desperately trying to think of anything to say, anything but the truth. She couldn't do this alone. She needed Ginny.
"Erm.."
"C'mon, you can tell me!"
"No, I can't, it'll be weird, Ron."
"Mione, it's you and me, it's never weird."
"Ron…"
"Hermione, please. It can work now, I promise," he pleaded, and that final declaration was what forced the decision for Hermione, forced her secret out.
"It's Ginny. I'm seeing Ginny," she responded bravely, forcing her shoulders back to feel more confident than she knew she was. Hermione watched as Ron's face twisted in confusion before the hint of realization struck as he recalled walking in on Ginny kissing her head.
"GINNY!" he roared, forcing himself to his feet, now towering over Hermione as she sat wide eyed and shocked.
"Ron…" she started, hoping to explain the how, the why, but was soon bombarded with identical redheads joining the crowded room.
"Now Ronniekins, let's not be rash," Fred teased his brother as he took the spot next to Hermione, his arm slinging around her shoulder as her pulled her close.
"Come on, Ron, sit down," George asked as he took the spot next to Ron, pulling him back down to the couch.
Hermione watched as Ron took shallow breathes, his chest moving rapidly as George eyed him nervously.
"So, Hermione, how's it been since you stopped seeing this wanker?" Fred said with a smirk, his elbow digging into her side carefully as he teased her.
"She still ended up with a Weasley, reckon it can't be much better," George added with a wink, forcing a small laugh from Hermione as she let the two try to ease the situation as only they knew how.
"How?" Ron croaked from his spot on the couch, and Hermione noticed the pained expression immediately. She couldn't help but feel guilty for being the cause of his pain, despite it being him that caused her and Ginny to come together after all.
"You had just written me… to break up. I sat in my room all night reading the letter, my brain just couldn't understand what happened, where we went wrong. Ginny found me later that night after dinner, and she just… sat with me. She let me cry, and just made me feel better I suppose," Hermione recalled, thinking back to that first night when Ginny kissed her head. She thought it was comforting, to be a good friend, she knew better now of course, knew that kiss meant more to Ginny.
"You started dating my sister the night we broke up!"
"Ron, no! Not at all!"
"Then how?"
"I don't know… it's a lot I suppose? I was so broken after you, so lost. And with you and Harry gone, I didn't know who I was without you two. I was just… floating around, trying to figure out who I was. Ginny helped me figure it out," she answered with a smile as an image of the redhead flashed in her thoughts.
"Bloody hell," Ron groaned into his palm, his hand rubbing furiously against his face. "That's the why, I want to know how. You're all I've thought about these past few months, Mione. I've been going mad since I wrote that letter to you, please," he begged again.
"I-," she began, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looked to Fred and George, silently hoping one of them would save her. When she was faced with wicked grins and waggled eyebrows, she let out a sigh before speaking once again. "I kissed Ginny after the Remembrance Ball."
Ron's jaw went slack as he stared at his best friend of years, were they even still friends? Could they still be friends?
"You- YOU kissed Ginny?! How dare you? My own sister! That's low, even for you," he spat at her, and Hermione clenched her teeth as she forced herself to remain calm.
She hadn't expected this to go well, but she never thought it would resort to this. She loved Ron for years, in more ways than one, and felt betrayed by his words, even if she knew he may not mean them.
"You never were good at sharing," Fred teased his brother, lifting an eyebrow at him before rubbing Hermione's arm in support.
She heard George sigh before rubbing his temples unceremoniously, "Merlin Fred, why did I even bring you?"
Ron glared at his older brother with disdain before turning the hostility back to Hermione.
"Why? Why couldn't you have waited for me? You just jumped to the first person to pay you attention, you didn't even think of me!"
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, offended at his blatant blame and disregard for her and her feelings.
"Now Ron, let's think for a moment, eh?" Fred said sincerely, and Hermione had to suppress her groan as she considered how completely terrible Fred could make this situation. "Do you love our dear Hermione?"
"Well, yeah, obviously. We've been best mates for years!"
"Great, now would you marry Hermione? Give her a whole gaggle of little Weasley's?" he added.
Hermione watched as Ron's face blanched for a moment as he pictured some curly haired spawns running around the Burrow.
"I'd say no, considering your face and how you left our poor dear through a letter," Fred added with a wag of his finger.
"Fine, Fred. Probably not. But, ugh… Hermione. Why Ginny? Of all the people at Hogwarts, why my sister?" he pleaded, the discomfort still obvious.
Hermione smiled for the first time in nearly an hour and thought back to the sugar quills Ginny brought her on study dates, to the afternoons near the lake, the late nights laughing over elf wine and bad music. The redheaded witch who had snuck into her heart and planted herself so deeply that Hermione knew she'd break without her presence. Ginny made Hermione happy. She made her see the light and love and joy of the world post-War, helped her through the sadness of her father's birthday. Hermione didn't know when Ginny had become so important to her. And despite the importance Ginny played in Hermione's life, Ginny made Hermione whole. She made her realize that Hermione was more than the Golden Girl, was more than Harry's best friend, more than Ron's girlfriend. Ginny made Hermione love Hermione. And so, she admitted the words she finally acknowledged she felt, the truth to why Ginny.
"Because I love her."
