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Over the course of the morning, their armchairs had inched closer and closer to each others' until, by lunchtime, the girls were sitting on a loveseat, their bodies closely packed together. Magic chairs. They were specially charmed to make their guests maximally comfortable.
Millicent didn't notice it until she realized Hermione's feet were tangled amongst her own. The contrast of Hermione's cozy red knee-high wool stockings wasn't unpleasant against Millicent's own masculine cashmere green trouser socks.
Hermione's luscious arse was also in an incredibly intimate position, the left cheek pressed tightly against Millicent's thigh as Hermione leaned left against the arm of the chair, her book extended out in front of her as she angled perpendicular to Millicent, at a 45-degree angle to the couch.
The position was too comfortable to disturb. Also, too sexy. Millicent's face was incredibly red as she realized that Hermione's skirt, while long and practical, was riding up along her right thigh, revealing just a glimpse of her sensible white panties resting on her creamy dark skin.
Millicent closed her eyes and tried not to think too hard about sticking her fingers up those panties, removing them, and putting her lips against Hermione's clit. Would it taste like Salome's? Or more like Ginny Weasley's?
The more she tried to clear her mind of her lewd thoughts, the less success she had. Ah well, it wasn't as if she was trying *that* hard.
The blissful scene was only disturbed by Millicent's damn stomach rumbling. She nearly jumped out of her own skin at hearing it.
"Dammit," she said. Her voice was low, but it was enough for the bookcase (or someone behind it?) to shhh her violently.
Hermione blinked and laid down her book with a sigh.
Millicent, in her chagrin, didn't know what to do. She actually was quite hungry, and was on the verge of becoming quite cranky if she didn't get something in her, immediately.
Hermione, for her reluctance, seemed to understand. She arched her back and yawned, as if she'd taken on the form of the cats that surrounded them, and she twisted around to face Millicent.
Millicent did her best to look innocent, but Hermione's deshabille was quite obvious. The other girl gently pressed her fingers against the upraised hem of her skirt, and Millicent turned her head away, as if to provide privacy.
She nearly choked with shock when she felt Hermione grabbing at her thick fingers and pressing them against the soft skin of Hermione's thigh.
Responding as if she'd touched a hot cauldron, Millicent snapped her hand away and clasped her errant fingers chastisingly. She couldn't quite believe that Hermione had actually done it - begun to place her fingers exactly where she'd been wanting for many long, long minutes.
But as soon as her brain caught up with the course of events that had passed, Millicent grew even more embarrassed. She hadn't expected this - Hermione's apparently desperate lust.
And once it occurred to her that since Hermione seemed to want this, Millicent realized she'd made a terrible mistake by drawing her hand back with such revulsion.
Indeed, Hermione seemed to be facing genuine conflicting emotions.
They couldn't talk here, though. Millicent wiggled her way out of the couch - a truly laborious effort, as it was almost the comfiest she'd ever been privileged to sit in. Then, she stood, and motioned for Hermione to follow.
They placed their books in a basket labeled "for re-shelving," though Millicent ended up taking hers out again and going to give the man at the front some coins. He accepted them, barely glancing to check they paid the price cited on the cover, and waved them out of the place.
Hermione looked sad, and as soon as they exited the place, she looked mad.
"Don't you want to touch me?" she demanded, throwing herself down onto the iron bench in the front of the shop. "Or am I just too repulsive? Being a muggleborn and all?"
"No, of course not," Millicent said, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I just… I just was startled, is all. Also," she added a bit defensively, "it's a bookstore."
Hermione's eyes glowed dangerously, but after a few tense moments, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. "If you say so," she said. Then, a little more brightly, she asked, "Are you hungry?"
Millicent tried to appear nonplussed. "Erm, I could eat."
"Then let's go," Hermione said, and flounced in the direction they'd come. Millicent followed, curious but just a touch cranky.
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