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They returned to Hogwarts earlier than most of the other students, trudging alone together behind Argus Filch, who seemed uninterested in them.

The air was crisp and cold even in the early afternoon. Despite it being so early, the sun was already on the verge of setting, as it was wont to do in winter. The creamy pinks and purples of the sunset were shining over them as they reached the castle, and Filch held open the big doors for them.

"Let's wait," Hermione said, and shook her head at FIlch.

The man shrugged, clearly not interested in why, and went into the castle to warm his brittle bones.

Hermione then extended her arm to Millicent, who took it, shyly.

They shared a bristling shiver against the wind, which seemed intent on pushing them inside after Filch.

Millicent felt her hands getting cold, and she stuffed them into her pockets, which honestly weren't much help. She took one out and blew on it to warm it up.

"Hey," Hermione said, "this is what you're supposed to do."

Then she suited the action to the word, and she grabbed Millicent's hand and placed it in the space between her cotton collared shirt and her comfy grey wool sweater, which had a Gryffindor patch on the upper breast.

Millicent nearly exploded with the sensation and surprise, her face coloring redder than it had the entire day.

"What?" Hermione asked with a smirk, looking uncommonly sneaky for a house that had a lion for its house animal. "I watched a documentary on people climbing the Himalayas. They said the part of the body that gives off the most body heat is the tum."

Millicent opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She was fairly sure that this was a sign of attraction, of consent, of sexual interest - but there was something so primal and startling about it. It left her breathless and wordless. Her entire body seemed to be quivering with adrenaline and desire. Even though it wasn't skin on skin contact - her fingers still felt hot at the touch of Hermione's squishy little tum underneath the fabric of the shirt. There was something nice to grab and hold, which was utterly mesmerizing. Solome had never felt like this beneath her fingers. Nor Ginny, for that matter.

Millicent's fingers ached for more. The pudge of her fingers felt relieved at the softness of Hermione's belly, as if they had been waiting for this day when they no longer would be forced to resign themselves to hard, angular women with occasional soft places. Instead, Millicent had a whole lot of softness all over to enjoy on Hermione's body. Granted, it wasn't nearly so much as on her own body, but she supposed that would change over the years.

Wow. Millicent was starting to think in terms of years again. Oh, this was bad, she knew. This was very bad.

Millicent felt lightheaded, her heart and mind aching with the sensory overload, and she closed her eyes to try and steady herself.

Hermione was calculating, eyes carefully analyzing Millicent's face.

"What's wrong?" she finally asked, biting her lower lip and looking as if she had made a grave error. "Is this... Not good?"

The one thing that Millicent could do at this moment was vigorously deny this. She shook her head, and her bangs bounced against her brow.

Hermione seemed heartened by this, and her fingers detached themselves from Millicent's, leaving Millicent's hands under her shirt while Hermione's own placed themselves on Millicent's comfortable waist.

"Or is it just that you want me to touch *you* there," Hermione asked, staring into Millicent's profound green eyes. Her fingers began to circle down the front of Millicent's plump belly, tracing the curve of Millicent's softness with her thumbs rubbing in tiny circles.

Millicent had never known how much she wanted that until the idea came out of Hermione's beautiful dark garnet lips.

"Yes," she gasped, and removed her own hands from Hermione's shirt and thrust Hermione's up in her own.

She didn't bother with the tease of forcing a barrier between Hermione's fingers and her own skin. Millicent simply lifted her whole front shirt, revealing her yellow-white pale tum, which contrasted so brightly against her black trousers and grey sweater. It overhung her trouser band limply, revealing that it was getting a bit tight even for Vincent's biggest hand me down pair.

But because it was cold, Millicent didn't waste time in positioning Hermione's fingers straight on her big luscious belly, and then covering up her fingers again by pulling the shirts down.

Hermione didn't waste time either, grabbing Millicent's doughy softness in either hand and kneading it gently.

"Oh Merlin," Millicent moaned, feeling her vaginal muscles tighten with the sensation. She rolled her head back and groaned.

Hermione then proceeded to push Millicent slightly backwards, until Millicent felt the sturdy rock of the castle wall supporting her, and before Millicent knew it, Hermione Granger was kissing her. With tongue.

And Merlin, it was wonderful.

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