Has it really been a month already? Damn, time flies when you're... Well, certainly not having fun, unfortunately. But I did manage to write up Chapter 20, so hurrah! This one contains a pretty graphic scene where I shamelessly recycle the one-shot I wrote for their night. If you are not into sex scenes, simply skip everyhing that comes after the H&G. For all the other perverts out there, enjoy!(hopefully, anyway)
And as always, review if you'd be so kind, it means the world to me. Bunny out.
After the try-outs, Draco invited them all over to his dorm for celebratory drinks. Ginny couldn't help but keep glancing in Hermione's direction, noting that she seemed to be completely relaxed while talking to her blond friend, something she would have never believed to be possible even a few months ago.
But this year seemed to be bringing change to many things. For Ginny, it meant finally freeing herself from the crushing weights of her family's expectations and her childhood love for the Boy Who Lived, completely rediscovering herself in a new light.
By getting expelled, she was the ultimate disappointment for her parents, even though she managed to receive enough O.W.L.s to rival Percy's score after taking them additionally in the summer. And like that wasn't enough, Ginny was expressing a big interest in Quidditch, which, according to her mother, was completely unacceptable. It was a girl's place to be a kind, docile, obedient wife, not some wannabe independent tart who was trying to get into a male-dominated field. Never mind that Molly didn't follow half of those archaic beliefs, but enforced them upon her only daughter anyway. Talk about hypocrisy.
And then came the next blow: being sorted into Slytherin. Both of her parents having been in Gryffindor and afterwards all their children too, the prejudices connected with their rival house were practically ingrained into all of their brains. It was inconceivable that their little girl would migrate from the lion's den to the serpent's lair, the ultimate disgrace to the family. They had yet to contact her by letter or any other means, despite it being almost a month and a half since the start of school. Ron had not taken the time to talk to her either. It was like she became dead to her entire family the moment the Sorting Hat shouted Slytherin.
The longer she stayed, though, the more she was content with all the changes happening in her life. Ironically enough, she was much more herself in the new house than she had been in her old one. Slytherins put up a front for the public but were in fact a tightly knit society where honesty was highly valued, while Gryffindors put up acts for each other, pretending until they weren't even sure which was the mask and which was the real person themselves.
Her new group of friends was bitingly sarcastic but surprisingly warm and accepting at their hearts, if you managed to thaw them first.
At that very moment, Blaise was enthusiastically mussing up her hair and making jabs at her for a mistake she made on the field while Pansy just walked beside them and was rolling her eyes so intensely it was a wonder they didn't pop out. Draco and Hermione were a few steps ahead conversing casually, and even though the redhead couldn't hear what they were talking about, there was a genuine smile on the older girl's face and it filled Ginny with a warm feeling. One she decidedly ignored.
They arrived into the Head's common room and she went straight for their little kitchenette, wanting to inspect their assortment of drinks and just remembered to be polite enough to ask the others what to bring them.
It was a fascinating mix of comfort and discomfort to be alone in the company of the Silver Trio-turned-Quartet. She knew them all to be cold, biting and hurtful, but apparently they had a hive mind, because as soon as they saw that she was now on good terms with Malfoy, they became noticeably nicer. It confused her, because she couldn't decide which persona was more fake: the one they portrayed to the general public or the one they were playing now. Slytherins weren't turning out as expected at all and it messed with her opinion of their house.
Hermione was a perceptive girl and she didn't miss Ginny's eyes looking over at her quite a bit. It made her just that much more eager to get to the potion waiting patiently behind the closed doors of her bedroom. The bedroom that held secrets soon to be revealed to the brunette.
When she caught the redhead's eyes for the fourth time she finally had enough, excused herself from their company and hurried over to her little sanctuary. After locking and soundproofing her room, she approached the cauldron on her desk and lifted the stasis charm to find it intact.
She read over the instructions in the book a couple more times and then poured two generous ladles into her glass, watching the clear liquid form a sheen on the surface, much like oil spilt over water. Throwing caution to the wind, she drank the whole thing in three gulps and then lay down on the bed, closing her eyes and waiting for the potion to start working.
The sensation was similar to an egg being broken on top of her head, slowly seeping down to cover more and more surface, except she was experiencing the feeling on the inside, slowly dripping to envelop her entire brains.
Then she started seeing flashes of colour, zooming around beneath her eyelids. Hermione quickly identified them to be pictures, simply moving too quickly for her to be able to discern what they represented. She tried to catch one of them, make it stop so she could take a better look, but to no avail.
Her head started to hurt and she tried to open her eyes, but suddenly she was so very tired and before she knew it, Hermione was asleep.
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Ginny was sitting across from her, looking glorious in her ball gown and with her hair out of the usual ponytail. Her hand was caressing her cheek and Hermione was leaning into the touch, enchanted by the pleasant warmth of it.
Only then did the redhead seem to recognise her and she appeared shocked by that discovery. Hermione, on the other hand, could only think of how appealing her companion's plump lips were. And before she knew it, Ginny was kissing her.
After a brief moment of shock, she relaxed, closed her eyes and gave fully into the kiss. It was tentative, exploring, but quickly growing in intensity as they moved closer to each other.
As they paused for breath, she got rid of the redhead's mask, wanting to see her face fully, and then moving in to kiss her again with even more passion, nipping at her bottom lip. Ginny responded in earnest but broke away all too early
"Mione, what are we doing?"
Shocked at the sincerity lacing her own words, the brunette responded: "Only what feels right, Ginny."
Their kisses skyrocketed with need after that, moving down to each other's necks, eliciting moans that would make Hermione blush fiercely on any other day. Not long after, they moved into her bedroom.
Hermione could not believe how shamelessly she undressed Ginny, how eager the redhead was to do the same to her. As soon as they rid themselves of the heavy gowns, their heated bodies were pressed together with every inch of revealed skin, tangled in a needy kiss that brought them tumbling down onto the bed.
The sight of the younger girl on top of her, straddling her with a wicked smile on her face and a hauntingly beautiful set of ashen lingerie hugging her curves sent a rush of heat through her body straight to her most intimate place. The fact that the girl took charge, pressing her palms into the mattress above her head and kissing her deeply didn't do a thing to alleviate the delicious ache between her thighs either.
Soon, Ginny was moving lower and Hermione became acutely aware of the fact that her breasts were bare, since they were being tormented by light caresses, long fingers circling just around her areolas. Taking the soft mounds firmly in her palms and rolling them gently, the redhead set about driving her crazy with kisses, licks and nibbles down her neck and collarbone, suddenly sucking harshly on her pulse point to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through Hermione's nerves and surely leaving a mark.
Then she slid lower, taking a peaked nipple in her mouth, gently flicking it with her tongue and suckling, leaving the brunette to scratch her nails down her back and let out a breathy moan at the wonderful sensations.
It felt like Ginny had been playing with her breasts for an eternity and a mere few seconds at the same time when one hand slid lower to rest on her hip and finger the edge of her lacy undergarment.
Hermione's hand shot out to stop her and clear confusion shone in the redhead's eyes at the gesture, but she quickly appeased her by flipping them over so she was nestled deliciously between the younger girl's thighs and capturing her lips in a hot kiss.
Descending upon her neck with a hail of kisses and suckles, her hands sneaked over the creamy expanse of her lover's pale skin, sliding behind her back and unclasping the beautiful brassiere. The breasts that were now bared to her hungry eyes were smallish, but peaked with enticing rosebuds that Hermione eagerly drew into her mouth, making Ginny writhe and moan beneath her.
A few wet kisses later, she was looking into hot, melted chocolate orbs as the redhead begged her to touch her core and make her fall apart.
Hermione wasted no time in sliding down her body, taking Ginny's drenched panties with her as she went and then kissing a path back up her slender legs, taking the time to grace every freckle on her inner thighs with a flick of her tongue.
Finally, Ginny could take no more and slid a hand into her hair, giving her a slight nudge towards the apex of her thighs, the place where she craved her the most. She happily obliged and licked a path straight through the rose petals of her lover's core, making her moan out an obscenity and grasp her hair in a tighter grip.
Ever the quick learner, Hermione soon figured out what the redhead enjoyed most, although Ginny being very vocal about it did help quite a big amount. As she grew too worked up to be able to get out anything but deep moans, the recently acquired knowledge Hermione now had was vital to driving her crazy.
She slid a finger into the younger girl's absolutely dripping core, continuing her torment and following the undulations of her hips as she neared her peak. A final curl of the finger inside her and a suckle directly over Ginny's bundle of nerves was the last drop and she spilled over the edge into her orgasm, tensing up before releasing, gripping Hermione's finger with her inner muscles and sighing out her name as she slowly came from her high.
Flipping back onto the bed, the brunette now became aware of how frustratingly aroused she was herself. Ginny didn't need any encouraging as she crawled on top of her, pressing a smooth thigh between her legs and tangling their tongues in a fierce battle.
Soon, though, she moved her mouth's attention to her neck and then her earlobe, suckling, nipping and whispering sinful words, making Hermione shiver with need that was addressed with a slender finger pushing into her wet heat.
Hermione was being driven absolutely crazy by the sensations overwhelming her body, only spurred on by Ginny's words that had gone from seductive to downright dirty. Her nerve endings felt on fire and it was becoming impossible to even form a coherent thought. She tried to find some purchase with her hands, but they merely slid down the curve of her lover's delicious body, leaving red stripes in the wake of her nails.
The redhead gave up on the dirty talk as Hermione managed to get a plea for release out between the unstoppable moans and instead captured her mouth in a wild, sloppy kiss that made Hermione's brain completely shut down before everything burst into white hot pleasure as she finally came.
When she could make sense of her surroundings again, she realised she had left a bite mark on the younger girl's shoulder, but her apology was interrupted by Ginny's authoritative voice commanding her to suck her own release off her fingers, turning Hermione's oversensitive body on fire all over again.
Before she knew it, they were at each other's mouths again like there was no tomorrow and her hand slid down Ginny's flat stomach…
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Waking up with a gasp, Hermione was sitting up in a millisecond, shocked and embarrassed to realise she was ridiculously turned on, and craving a certain redhead's assistance in taking care of the matter.