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A/N: it's been a while, I know, but now I'm back with a new chapter:) And it's rather loaded with mature content, so I WARN THOSE WHO DOES NOT WISH TO READ ANY CONTENT OF AN ADULT RATED NATURE! Everybody got that? Goody, now let's get on with this chapter! (Couldn't really find a suitable title for it, so I just wrote something. Ridiculus, I know...)
Chapter Five: Bathrooms and Teachers
A mournful gray colour shone through the window, waking Ginny. She groaned and threw of the bedcovers, feeling unusually down.
It was raining outside and a small black owl was sitting outside their window up in the tower, shielding itself from the pouring drops of water descending from the sky. She smiled weakely as it noticed her and let out a hoot.
"Poor thing," She said and opened the window for the bird to fly in. "What is a beauty like you doing out there this early in the morning?" She went through her trunk and found some birdseeds at the bottom. The trunk had been Harry's for years, but now he had a new one, a better and shinier one that 'fit his dazzling appearance', as he himself described it. Anyways, the bird seeds had been there for about a year, but that couldn't hurt.
The girl to the right of Ginny's bed was mumbling in her sleep, a cooing sound kept getting louder each time she drew her breath. Ginny found it amusing, so she sat down and watched her. Her name was Kimberly, but everyone called her Kim. Her father was a healer at st. Mungos and her mother was on the run. She was a deatheater and a liar. Kim hadn't even expected it until the day they reported her on the run on the news. She had been way down then, but she was getting better by every day that passed, and Ginny had supported her whenever she had the opportunity.
"Pans..." Kim was talking in her sleep now, and Ginny was astonished by what she heard. She couldn't know if the blonde was having a nightmare or a good dream, but she had definatly said 'Pans', which everyone knew was short for 'Pansy', the venomous Slytherin that continued to make their lives hell whenever she felt like it.
"Kim, it's time to wake up," Ginny pushed her a bit and laughed as she jumped up, almost hitting her straight of the bed. "What the hell were you dreaming of?" Kim stared at her with her wide baby-blue eyes, panting slightly from the rude awakening.
She shook her head, "Huh?" And put her feet on the floor.
"You were mumbling 'Pans', and don't you think you can sell me some story that you were shopping for pants or something, 'cause you know I ain't stupid." Ginny said and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to stare her down.
Kim put both hands on her head and ruffled the short hair, annoyed sounds escaping her as she bumped down onto the floor. Something was definatly bothering her, there was something she wanted to tell Ginny, but Ginny knew she wasn't going to let it out that easily.
"Join me for some breakfast after we've dressed, would you?" The redhead asked and got up, pulling on a schoolskirt and a blouse over her tanktop.
"Yeah, starvin'..." She yawned and got up. She was a shorter than Ginny and also a bit skinnier. Actually she looked a bit unhealthy but otherwise she was a beautiful girl. Ginny loved her hair, it was so short and a bit boyish, but she looked so good in it that it caused most girls to envy her. It must be good to just spike up your hair and leave it at that without involving blowdryars, hairspray and combs. "Merlin, I'm hungover..."
Ginny sighed, "So you did drink last night then. Where's the surprise?" She pulled Kim along down into the common room and put her in the chair infront of the fire. "What's the matter, Kim? I don't know what to do if you won't tell me what's bothering you."
Kim chuckled, "You think I'm wallowing in my pain or something, don't you? Oh, Gin, I was down in the dungeons, they were throwing one heck of a party! You should've been there," She stroke Ginny's cheek and kissed her forehead. "Thank you for caring, babe, but nothing's wrong, okay?"
Ginny didn't know what to say, she had jumped to the conclusion that she was drinking by herself up in the astronomy tower like she had done so many times before. She was glad that she was wrong, but why the hell was Kim down with the Slytherins?
"So this is why you were mumbling her name." Ginny stated, not even making it a question.
Kim turned around, her body resting against the portrait of the fat lady. "Don't you go talking about it, Gin, you know it'll get ugly if you do."
"Not a word, darling, not a word. So," She smirked at the blonde. "How was it?"
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Hermione sat down on the Gryffindor table, "Hey guys," She mumbled as she sat next to Harry. "How's life?" She reckoned that they didn't hear her, because they rarely did this early in the morning.
Harry yawned and covered his mouth with his hand, "Well, I'm alive," He said and removed his hand, flashing Hermione a smile. "How 'bout you, 'Mione?"
"Huh?" She creased her eye-brows and made sure that he was actually talking. "Oh, fine I guess."
"I bet that the Slytherin's will do anything to win the Quidditch Cup this year, don't you Harry?" Ron said, his gaze directed at the Slytherin table. Hermione looked over as well and immediatly locked gaze with a pair of dark blue eyes. She felt warm inside and her heart started pounding furiously as the owner clad himself in a smug smirk. Her mouth twitched into a smile and her cheeks were probably the colour of tomatoes.
"Sure they will, but we wont let them. Who can win against Harry Potter?" Harry said looking smug, tearing her away from Blaise Zabini's warmth. "Are you alright, 'Mione?" Harry asked.
"Mhm," She muttered and plastered on a smile. Harry shrugged and focused on his food once more, deeply concentrated on Ron's tactic plans.
It was hard for Hermione to miss the warm brush against her shoulder as she finished her meal, making her skin tingle in anticipation of the person she was about to see. "Hello babe," Hermione turned and smiled at Ginny. "Slept well?" Her flaming hair was like a frame for her pale face, Hermione wanted to lean in and kiss her. Ginny obviously saw her lover's longing expression, because she stroke her thie and gave her a peck on the cheek before turning her attention to her plate.
"Hey," Hermione put her hand on top of hers and leaned closer to her, their lips only inches apart. She felt herself quiver slightly as the distance between them became smaller and smaller, and Ginny looked confused at first, but Hermione was quick to turn her head a little, close her eyes and whisper softly into her ear; "Wanna fuck?"
She leaned back and saw the playful smirk on the redheads lips, "Yes, Hermione, you know I do." She said and her hand travelled up Hermione's thie. As if on command, Hermione seperated her legs and Ginny let her finger lightly stroke over her panties. She shuddered and had to clasp her hand over her mouth to strangle a moan. The redhead looked smug and did it again, acchieving the same effect.
"Ginny," Hermione was breathing heavy now. "I've got to go to the bathroom before class. Care to join me?" Ginny brushed her fingers down her thie and pulled down the bit of her skirt that had been moved up.
"See you later, Kim," Ginny said to the blonde girl who sat next to her, leaning closer, "You're not the only one getting some girl on girl action around here." She whispered and left Kim gaping with her tongue practically on the floor.
"What is it with girls? Do they need like a bathroom date or something? Bloody hell..." Ron muttered while shoving a sandwich down his throat.
She grabbed Hermione's hand, ignoring Ron as they walked out of the Great Hall, blending with the mass of students. One person had seen them leave though, he had kept an eye on the two through the little scene of affection by the breakfast table.
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"Oh fuck, Ginny!" Hermione screamed as she was pushed hard against the wall with her legs locked around the slender redhead. Ginny nibbled on her neck while undoing her blouse, quickly finding her hard nipples.
They were in the girl's bathroom on the first floor, they barely got through the door and into a bathroom stall before they attacked each other with bruising kisses. Ginny was still wearing her skirt by the time Hermione stood naked, but this was part of her plan. She stood back a little, her eyes giving Hermione a thorough once over before she growled and lifted her onto the sink. She spread Hermione's legs and started kissing her way up her thies, tickling her stomach with her long nails.
The brunette moaned as Ginny flicked her tongue over her throbbing clit, and she almost screamed when she did it again and buried her tongue inside her. Ginny removed her tongue and replaced it with a finger, slowly pushing in and out before she added more fingers. Hermione groaned and arched her back, Ginny's tongue was paying attention to her clit again, moving in circles in rhythm with her pumping fingers. She was exstatic, it felt so good and it felt so exciting. The cold surface beneath her was like ice against her skin, and it felt good.
Hermione squirmed in pleasure as Ginny hit her spot over and over again, her light tongue getting rougher as she heard Hermione's desperate moans. She could see that Ginny wasn't entirely left without pleasure as she was fondling herself beneath her little school skirt. "Oh holy fuck, Gin!" She cried out, the sight of her pleasing herself driving her over the edge. Ginny moaned when Hermione came, pulling out her fingers and licking at her juices. "Get down on the floor," Hermione commanded, still panting from her orgasm. "I wanna fuck you."
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"Where is Hermione? I thought she was just going to the bathroom." Ron asked Harry as the sat down in Charms class. Professor Flitwick was no where to be seen yet, but Hermione was always one of the first students to arrive in class.
Harry shrugged and shook his head, "Well, perhaps she ate some bad cheese or somethin', I dunno. You can't expect me to understand everything, Ron, even though I'm quite the smart fella." He said and gave Ron one of his understanding looks. Ron smiled back at him and sighed.
"It doesn't matter really, I have you to help me now, don't I?" The redheaded boy was blushing where he sat next to Harry, an admiring look upon his freckled face. Blaise couldn't help but to notice how awfully close the two of them seemed as they sat there, locking eyes.
This wasn't really what he wanted to be thinking about though, he was leaning more towards the direction of a fiery redhead, a fisty brunette and their whereabouts at the moment.
He stood up, casually throwing on a smirk for Draco who sat next to him, "Forgot my book, be back soon." He said and left the classroom. On his way down the stairs, he saw Professor Flitwick running right towards him, so he stopped and leaned over the railing, pretending to be admiring the view. Obviously the little professor was too much in a hurry to even question him on why he wasn't in class, so he sprinted down the stairs and onto the first floor, heading for the girls' bathroom. He had a cheesy grin on his face as he got closer to the door, his expectations for what was yet to happen enlarged by the beautiful moan he heard when he was right outside the door.
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ØHermione rocked back and forth between Ginny's spread legs, grinding their hips together, their bodies rubbing against each other. The friction caused the younger girl to cry out in delight and buck up her hips for more.
"Well, well," A familiar voice sounded by the door. "What do we have here?"
Hermione raised her gaze from the squirming beauty below her and saw Blaise standing there, his eyes clouded with lust by the sight of them. "Come, Blaise," She said alluringly. "We've been missing you."
"I've been missing you too," He said, his voice almost raspy. He took off his shirt and bent down, letting his hand wander up Ginny's thie as he kissed Hermione fiercly on the lips, invading her mouth with his tongue. "You taste like chocolate." He murmured with his eyes closed, catching her lips again.
Their kissing abruptly ended though, as someone brust through the bathroom door. Luckily Blaise had closed the door to the stall they were in before he had joined them on the floor.
"Why are you doing this to me, Draco, I need to know!" Hermione could recognize the voice, but she couldn't put a face on it.
The three didn't even breathe where they sat, waiting for Draco Malfoy to reply and hopefully lead the girl out of the bathroom. "Fucking fabolous, Professor Sinistra, you know it's not wise to throw a fit in the middle of a hallway, but still you keep doing it. You're supposed to be the brainy teacher here, not me!" Draco was obviously angry with her, but in an affectionate way. Neither Hermione or Ginny had heard him speak like that to anyone, it was like he actually cared for her.
"Bloody hell!" Hermione whispered to the other two, finally seeing that the woman, not the girl as she had presumed, was the Astronomy teacher, Aurora Sinistra. She was a gorgeous woman, not much older than thirty, but still...
She was huffing and pacing back and forth by the sound of it, her high heels made clicking noises against the stone floor.
"Come on, you know Severus will go nutters if he realizes that you're the one I'm sleeping with, he's got a crush on you, and he's had it for God knows how long, Aurora." Ginny gasped beneath Hermione, and sure enough Blaise had his hand between her legs, his fingers making her wriggle beneath her. Blaise probably knew about this relationship, so it was no surprise to him, but Hermione had always believed that Draco went for the younger ones, not the old.
Aurora had stopped pacing and Blaise and Ginny stopped as well, noticing the silence that fell over the room. "But I love you and I can't stand being away from you. You're of age now, and there's nothing keeping us apart other than my position as your professor. Why won't you let me resign and spend my days with you, legally for once." There was such desperation in her voice.
"You know why, Aurora," Draco replied in this unfamiliar soft tone. "You love your subject and you're bloody brilliant at teaching it to your pupils; whom by the way adore your teaching methods. You're one of the few professors' in this school that I and the rest of the students love," Blaise creased his eye-brows, this was definatly not much like the Draco Malfoy he knew and loved. "Give me detention and we'll have time to ourselves."
Hermione felt like giggling when she heard them kiss, but the urge suddenly went away as she heard them enter the stall next to them. "What are we gonna do now?" She whispered to the other two.
"Fuck ofcourse." Blaise said aloud, not really trying to hide the fact that he was there. The couple 'next-door' didn't seem to notice, so they were soon at it again.
In the stall there was a mirror and a sink, also there was a stool for some odd reason. Ginny sat on it and crossed her legs, watching Hermione and Blaise snog each other senseless on the floor. They quickly noticed her though, and crept towards her, never letting their bodies disconnect entirely. "I thought it was my turn now." She said, acting innocent as she spread her legs and revealed her soaking shaved womanhood to them. Hermione moaned at the sight and soon figured out that Blaise was just as aroused as they were when he pushed himself closer to her from behind, grinding his erect member over her opening.
"Fuck me..." She whispered as she leaned closer to Ginny. While he got rid of his pants, she thrust two fingers into Ginny, pulling herself even closer to her and kissed her inner thies. Hermione smirked when Ginny let out a pleasurable sound, so she slipped her tongue in and put pressure on her swollen clit.
"Fuck her," Ginny moaned. "Fuck her now." Hermione looked at her and saw that she was watching Blaise who was behind her. She felt a pair of strong arms take ahold of her hips and without any warning, he thrust his cock hard into her, hitting that spot almost immediatly. She cried out in both pain and pleasure before her pulled out and thrust into her again with the same amount of force.
"Who's there?" They heard Aurora shout from the next door stall.
Blaise let out a frustrated sound, "Someone you really don't wanna give detention, Professor, we know what you're doing and we're not afraid to tell dear Professor Dumbledore," He said, almost sounding angry. "So let us carry on with what we're doing, okay?"
With that said, she became quiet and seemed to be thinking, "Blaise? I should've known you were shagging in the girl's bathroom on such a day," Draco Malfoy's drawling voice sounded from the other side. "So, mate, you know mine, let me know who you're with."
Hermione looked at him, trying to figure out if he was actually going to say it. They had always seemed very close, and they still did as it turned out, but would he dare? "I'll let you guess, Draco, by the sound of their cries as I shag them senseless." The sly smirk Blaise wore became infectious, both Hermione and Ginny were smirking along with him and they weren't hesitant with giving Draco clues as Blaise pulled himself out of Hermione and thrusted into her again, causing Hermione to cry out in pleasure.
Draco was chuckling on the other side, mumbling something about Blaise being a nympho and having a fetish for threesomes, but the two girls didn't care, they were too extatic to even think straight as their bodies clashed together, flesh meeting flesh and lips meeting lips. Ginny was moaning and grabbing Hermione's hair, trying to push her mouth even harder onto her wetness. Her climax was coming, so were Hermione's.
Hermione disconnected herself with Ginny for a few seconds for air, "Harder, Blaise, fuck me harder!" She needed him to come with them and she needed him to be rougher. Sometimes she liked it rough.
"Come back here, you little..." Ginny said through gritted teeth, the sweat between her blushing breasts caught Hermione's attention and she immediatly buried herself between her legs and snaked her hand up to her breasts, fondling her nipple. The tension building up inside her was unbearable and she needed her release.
Blaise groaned and picked up his pace, his breath heavy and warm on Hermione's back. She felt herself tensing up, her orgasm washing over her and causing a little chain reaction as Blaise thrust deep inside her, letting out a content groan. This seemed to be Ginny's trigger, she immediatly cried out and shook, Hermione's tongue making her twitch and slide her way onto the floor next to her two lovers.
"I think I'm falling for the two of you," Blaise whispered. "I've never met anyone quite as interesting, not to mention beautiful." The two girls blushed at his compliments and gave him a peck on each cheek.
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The platinum blonde slipped gracefully down on the velvet green sofa, taking the seat by Blaise's side, "So, prince charming, who were the two moaning ladies in the bathroom today? You were in there quite a while, seeing that I had to get to my next class before you ended." He had that trademark smirk upon his lips as he awaited his answer, but Blaise knew that he would disapprove of a Gryffindor.
Blaise didn't look at him, "Have you ever had an affair with a Gryffindor, and not just an affair, but have you ever had feelings for a Gryffindor?" He saw Draco smirk in the corner of his eye. It disappeared for a second and he seemed to be thinking, tipping his head back to rest on the sofa.
"Feelings can be so many things Blaise; have I ever felt love or passion for a Gryffindor? Felt a need to fuck a Gryffindor?" He paused at this, obviously hiding a grin. "Or felt a need to talk to a Gryffindor? You can say that I have felt something for a Gryffindor, but I presume that you are talking about the more deepfelt kind of feelings. So, are you saying that the two girls in the bathroom this morning were two Gryffindors, whom you both have feelings for?" Blaise couldn't help but to feel like Draco knew something, that he knew Hermione and Ginny had been with him in there and that he wasn't new to the fact that they were fucking.
He bit his lip, anxcious as to what his best friend knew and what he was supposed to tell him. He actually wanted to be with these two women; they were perfect for each other. Their personalities were absorbing and their bodies breath taking, everything about them made him want to keep them. Was it wrong?
Blaise decided not to say anything, so he just stood up and walked away from Draco, leaving him by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. This was perhaps a stupid thing to do, but he couldn't find a way to express himself. It would come out all wrong and Draco would immediatly get pissed or something like that.
A hand fell on his shoulder and another one wrapped itself around his chest, "You know you can tell me everything, Blaise, so don't you walk away from me." A warm feeling crept into his heart at the sound of those comforting words. It surprised him every time, it was so unlike Draco to make someone feel so safe and secure.
"You better support me on this one then," Blaise whispered back, turning around to face his piercing blue eyes. "You are not going to like it though, mate, I have to warn you."
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