Warning: This chapter contains scenes of sexual situations between underage females. Don't like, don't read. As I said in the beginning of this fic, this was the first fic I ever wrote, thus this is the first fslash I ever wrote. Personally I don't think it's too shabby, but I definitely have improved. Anyway, enjoy!
"Now that's done with, I expect you would like to hear why Mr. Malfoy is here?" Molly said brightly, beaming at Mira.
Mira snorted. "Only slightly, please." She said, not sorry at her tone. She was confused and hurt. Why the hell was Draco here, why the hell was she here, and why the hell did she want to kiss Hermione? Okay, more than kiss… Mira thought, her green eyes straying back to Hermione's low cut shirt. She'd never really entertained sexual ideas about girls before, but then she had hardly been around any her own age, aside from Pansy.
Draco, who had been standing behind the group watching Mira meet the dream team, now spoke up. "I'm a spy for the Order. Simply put, my dear, I want Voldemort dead." He said flatly, his gray eyes showing no emotion, but contracting with what Mira recognized to be absolute seriousness.
Mira shook her head, almost laughing. Here she was, in the middle of Dumbledore's fucking Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and Draco Malfoy, who was in line after her to become the next Death Eater of Voldemort's circle, was telling her that he had suddenly turned noble and wanted the Dark Lord dead.
"Whatever you hear in this room is true. I'm sorry dear, I know this must come as a shock, but you must believe us." Molly said, patting Mira on the back, while Mira sputtered incoherently.
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From the other side of the room, Hermione watched Mira intently. She was unique, even sexy. Mira's green eyes sparkled, and her black hair accentuated her heart shaped face.
Ron nudged her, and Hermione felt annoyed. She hadn't yet told her friends about her attraction to girls, which she had acquired over the summer.
Her parent's friends from Ireland had come to holiday with them during the warm months that England had to offer, and their daughter, Paula, had raised in her a pulsing addiction to feminine taste.
Even Ginny, who Hermione had almost no secrets from, didn't know Hermione's attraction to both men and women. Ginny herself was somebody Hermione found to be very attractive, though she had yet to devise a plan to seduce her best friend's little sister.
The look of vulnerability on Mira's face, the sadness and confusion, was more than Hermione could take. Hermione knew how it felt to be alone, in this room especially, surrounded by those who claimed to be your friends. Who knew how Molly and Arthur and Ron and Harry would act when they found out she was bisexual? The brown-haired girl stood, her shiny hair bouncing with her. She crossed from the couch to where Mrs. Weasley, Draco, Molly, and Charlie were all standing.
"C'mon Mira. That's enough for one day." Hermione gave Mrs. Weasley a meaningful look. Molly sighed, and nodded. Hermione grabbed Mira's hand and led her out of the room, away from Draco and Charlie.
"Uh, thanks. I couldn't stand being in the room for a minute longer." Mira said.
Hermione smiled at her. "I know what you mean. Anyway, here we are." Hermione had led Mira into the room she shared with Ginny. "This is where you'll be sleeping." Hermione said, dropping Mira's hand.
"But….there's only two beds." Mira noted, looking around at the two single beds against either side of the wall.
Hermione smirked. "You'll have to sleep with me."
Hermione was coming closer to Mira, so close. Every perfectly plucked hair of eyebrow was in clear view, and Hermione's vividly brown eyes glowed a spectrum of golden colors.
"Mira…." Hermione whispered, her voice intoxicating, touching Mira's cheek.
Mira's eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her face into Hermione's hands. Hermione stepped even closer to Mira, her warm breath soft on Mira's neck.
Very soon, Hermione decided this was going to much too slow. Doing something she found that Paula had particularly enjoyed, Hermione slowly licked Mira's neck, before closing her mouth around the tender flesh there and sucking, lightly at first, finally closing her lips and biting hard on Mira's neck. Mira moaned, lost in a world of pleasure, for more.
Hermione unclamped her teeth, and trailed her tongue up Mira's neck, across her lips, pausing there to savor the slight cherry taste. Feeling Mira's pulse in her neck quicken, Hermione moved her mouth up to Mira's ear, inserting the tip of her tongue in and around the maleable skin there.
Mira gasped, and tilted her head to the side, to give Hermione's wet, wandering tongue deeper access. Mira's hands needed to grasp something, and found their way to the front of Hermione's tight shirt. Her fingertips felt the firmness of Hermione's stomach through the tight shirt, and Mira could just see the outline of the lacy bra that cupped Hermione's abundant endowment, but Mira hesitated slightly, wondering if Hermione would permit her.
"Touch me, Mira." Hermione said breathily, standing a little back and taking Mira's hand in her own, and rubbing her fingers over her lower stomach.
Mira bit her lip indulgently and reached under Hermione's shirt, steadily inching her way towards those pert, full breasts, imagining the taste of what lay beneath Hermione's lacy bra.
Suddenly, Hermione grabbed Mira's head and forced her pillowy lips into her mouth. Mira, who had never kissed a girl before, enjoyed it more than she thought she would. It was different than kissing Draco and Charlie, more soft somehow, but just as enjoyable.
Suckling on Hermione's lower lip, Mira pushed the girl back onto the closest bed, laying on top of her, the pressure deepening the kiss. Hermione pulled Mira closer to her, ravaging her lips with her own. Mira's tongue suddenly appeared, begging entrance into Hermione's supple mouth. Hermione gladly complied, and softly nibbled Mira's top lip, letting the girl know she wished her to go father.
The kissing was fantastic, and Hermione had never tasted anything as delicious as Mira. However, soon, their bodies wanted more, the two girls pressed tightly together pooled with lust and begged for relief. Within seconds, both girls had stripped the other down to her bra and underwear.
Mira stood back, admiring Hermione's lingerie-clad form. Hermione moved in for another exhausting kiss when the door behind them swung open, and a figure appeared, their brow lifted in seeing the two girls pressed together in their underwear.