Written In The Body
Poetheather
A/N: I know this is a bit shorter than usual, but I figure by the time you finish the chapter, you will all forgive me.
Still not JKR.
Twenty-three
"So wait… let me get this straight… the reason you ran out of class and leaving us all to the tender mercies of Binns was so that you, Harry and Ron could avert a war with the goblins?" asked Ginny incredulously. The three of them were studying at Hermione's favorite table in the library which was towards the back, their books all about them.
Hermione blushed a little at the way Ginny phrased that and nodded, saying, "Uhm… yes. That's why."
"Honestly Hermione, that has to be the lamest, most transparent excuse for skipping classes I have ever heard." said Ginny, rolling her eyes.
"Prat." Hermione smacked her lightly on her arm. Ginny only chuckled.
"I am glad you averted another war." said Luna. "It would have been sad if Harry or Ron got hurt fighting over that when it was unnecessary."
Hermione nodded, in full agreement with the blond. "Once I realized that I had to take care of it. There was no way I could let my friends get caught up in something like that. There has been too much pain and suffering already. How could I allow this to happen if there was something I could do?"
Ginny leaned over and kissed Hermione's cheek. "That's why you are so amazing, 'mione. You figured this problem out and then immediately went off to fix it. You are the best girlfriend ever."
"You're sweet… deluded, but sweet." said Hermione, patting Ginny on the head, looking at her with pity.
"What do you mean? You are easily the best girlfriend." countered Ginny, swatting Hermione's hand away.
"So you mean I'm a better girlfriend than Luna?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
"Yes. Uh… no. Damn it Hermione." growled Ginny, flustered, as both Luna and her girlfriend laughed, clearly amused by her actions. "See this, this is why I hate being surrounded by geniuses."
"But Gin-gin…" cooed Luna, fluttering her eyes at the redhead. "…don't be like that. We love you."
"Oh Merlin, kill me now." Ginny groaned and dropped her head into her book, the thump muffled by the pages.
Hermione quickly scanned over her Charms essay, sure that it was done and that she could ignore it. She was two feet past the assigned length and she was trying to keep from going as overboard with her assignments like she usually did. Ginny had certainly been helping her with that, getting her to relax more and be more playful about… well everything. Ron had done a good job starting that whole process but Ginny really brought out that side of her. Since the start of the summer, between her vow to be herself free of constraints, free to go after what made her happy without worrying about the rules and her time spent with Ginny she felt like a whole new person and it was wonderful. A lot of the responsibility for that could be laid on the shoulders of the girl currently banging her head into her Potions book. She reached out and pet Ginny on the head, saying soothingly, "There there."
"Oy, lay off with the patting you." complained Ginny, leaning away from her and swatting ineffectually at her hand.
"But you're so cute." countered Hermione with a broad grin. That was a fact that she could not argue with, as her redheaded girl was so beautiful it sometimes took her breath away.
Madam Pince came over to their table and gave them a rather pointed look due to their growing noise. The girls quieted immediately, a bit cowed by her, then began giggling softly as the Librarian left. Luna smiled at Hermione and said, "I like this relaxed you. It makes you seem brighter than you were before, lighter. I am quite happy that the darkness only succeeded in making your light stronger."
"Thank you Luna. You do know that I couldn't have done it without you and Fleur's help. You two helped me find my way out of the dark. And Ginny here, she helped me find my light." Hermione gave Luna a heartfelt smile before she cut her eyes over to the redhead, giving her a smile that lit up her face as it was filled with all the love she felt for the girl. This was the girl who had made her life so much better in so many ways. This was the girl she was giving her heart to, who she had dreamed of and cherished for years. She put all of that into the look she gave her Ginny.
"Well, you did all the real work 'mione. We were just there to support you. I know I just mostly stood around and watched you in awe." said Ginny with a slight blush, fighting against the urge to look down and away. "Besides, I have to admit that a lot of these changes are nice."
"Yeah, you just like me in my miniskirts. That's the kind of changes you like." teased Hermione with a wink, knowing that she had seen Ginny look at her legs in one of the new staples of her wardrobe.
Ginny's blush deepened and she looked at the table before she replied, saying, "Well, yeah, you have really nice legs."
Hermione grinned happily at that, getting a warm feeling inside. That Ginny found her attractive was a lovely thing and it made her feel desired. Besides, she knew that since they both were enjoying the snogging it was obvious that Ginny and she loved this. But to hear more proof of it was always good and really who minded being told that they were attractive by their partner. Now, taking things in their relationship to the next level would be fun but she was respecting Ginny's comfort level with the more physical side of things but it was getting more difficult. The redhead had done more than she had, having gone farther with some of the boys she had been with but neither had really made out with a girl. They were both new at this and were a bit unsure how to proceed. Well, not completely unsure, after all Hermione did have books that gave her information of the hows and such but that was inconsequential. But this… this statement definitely sounded like Ginny was getting a lot more comfortable with the physical side of things which boded well for the possibility of sex. There really was only so much masturbation a girl could do before she sprained her wrist.
"You know, I can finish my work up in Ravenclaw Tower if you two are just going to keep flirting and making eyes at each other like this. I don't want you two attracting Nargles with all your antics." said Luna, turning back to her essay.
Hermione groaned. Despite how much she wanted to tear Ginny's clothes off and make love to her in the library, maybe even on this table that was generally away from most prying eyes, she had an essay for Herbology that had to get completed. Soon the scratching sound of pen on paper filled the space as the three girls got back to work, trying to finish their essays. Hermione finished first and then began to review her work, making sure that she didn't have any careless mistakes that would mean that she would have to do some more work. She only had to make a few minor corrections here and there to her essay, prompting another read through to ensure that it was sufficient. Once that was done and she put her pen down, she noted that Luna was gone and Ginny was sitting there waiting for her with a happy smile on her face with all of her things already put away. Hermione blinked a few times and said, "You're done already?"
"I finished just after you started your second read through. I am happy with my essay as it is and I just want to go up to bed. So I was waiting for you." There was a little bit of pinkening of her cheeks as she said that, her eyes meeting Hermione's before looking back down. There was something there that Hermione had not seen before and it was intriguing. This was definitely worth following up on.
As Hermione packed her things up, she turned her head, looking through her excessively wavy hair and asked, "So Gin, aren't your roommates wondering why you are spending so much time up in my room?"
Ginny just shrugged. "Actually, they haven't said anything and I don't care. Even if they do, they probably just go with the fact that I'm your girlfriend and leave it at that. I am more worried about you and your nightmares in all honesty than anything else. They aren't every night but they are often enough that I am wondering if I should just ask Madam Pomfrey to come with me to talk with the Headmistress. I really feel that you need me there to watch out for you."
Blushing and looking down at her bag while she put away her pen and ink, Hermione said, "While it has been great having you with me, and waking up in your arms is one of the best feelings ever, I don't want you to get into any trouble or get looked at weird because of me."
"Who cares! 'mione, I want you to feel safe when you sleep. You say that takes me being in bed with you then that's what it takes. I find that staying with you is a great perk for me so I don't mind. I sleep well, you sleep well, what does it matter if a bunch of nosey biddies try to get into our business? Madam Pomfrey and McGonnagall are the only people that really have a say in this and we already know that one of them is okay with it." countered Ginny with a smile.
"Well, Professor Cottington has a bit of a say about it as well but she already told me that she didn't mind on our first night back so I don't think it will be a problem if we make it more permanent." added Hermione, her pedantic nature demanding that she complete the picture. It would probably bother her otherwise and necessitate her making the correction later.
"See, then no problem. I am very happy to be with you. You are my girlfriend and you make me happy. That's what matters. That's all that matters. So stop complaining and enjoy the cuddling." ordered Ginny with a stern look, shaking her finger at Hermione.
"Yes ma'am." said Hermione, grabbing her bag as she stood.
The two of them began to head out of the Library, with Hermione waving good night to Madam Pince, earning a slight smile in response. She was well aware that she had irritated the woman earlier today when she had barged in and taken the book but now it looked like all was well. Ginny almost fainted at the sight, earning her a swat on the arm from her girlfriend. Conversation between them was light and happy as they made their way up the four floors necessary to get to Gryffindor Tower, holding hands the whole way and each girl enjoying the closeness. They climbed into the common room and Hermione noticed that there seemed to be little bit of an issue, though it wasn't a loud ruckus. "Gin I'll…"
"See you at the room." Ginny said with a smile as she took Hermione's bag from her shoulder and walked off to the stairs.
Hermione headed over to where she had spotted a third year girl sort of curled up into one of the corner chairs, as if she were trying to ignore the rest of the world and hide. Her sense of the out of place, honed by her time being chased by the Snatchers, really coming in to play as it seemed as if no one else had noticed or registered this. Hermione could tell at a glance that there were no other third year girls in the room. This was a bit atypical and concerned her some, which is what caught her attention in the first place. The girl in question, Maggie if she remembered correctly, was usually surrounded with friends, being somewhat popular, so why she was alone warranted investigating. Something had to be wrong.
She stopped a few feet away from the chair and asked softly, "Maggie?"
The girl started, turning to face her, clearly surprised that someone had come over to her. When she looked up at Hermione her eyes went wide and it was clear that she had been crying. That look of both fear and surprise made her heart go out to the girl. What was going on? "Are you okay?"
Maggie shook her head no, a new spate of silent tears beginning to fall. Clearly seeing Hermione brought up whatever she was trying to avoid. She curled in to herself a bit tighter, as if for protection.
Hermione crouched down next to the chair and asked quietly, trying to keep others from noticing what was happening. She concentrated and wandlessly and silently cast something to obfuscate them. It wasn't much but it should keep people from focusing on them. "What's wrong?"
"I… I was coming back from seeing a friend of mine in Hufflepuff when I was stopped by a group of fourth or fifth year Slytherins. I don't know for sure, but they were older." Maggie looked scared and upset, her eyes clearly showing that her fear hadn't dissipated a whole lot. They darted about as if expecting an attack even here in the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione was starting to get angry. This was not what she needed this year. She had just wanted to do her studies and build her relationship with Ginny. Had that really been too much to ask? "And what did they do?"
"They said it was good that a filthy muggle lover like my Mum had died during the War and that it would have been better for everyone if a worthless half-blood like me would have gone as well. They said I should have spared my betters the need to put up with me and if I was smart I would correct that oversight." Maggie's tears turned into sobs and Hermione leaned in and hugged the girl, pulling her close to give her what comfort she could.
The heat of her sudden anger was banked with an older cold fury. This was a serious issue and something that needed to be stepped on before it grew. It was already too dangerous and problematic in her opinion. Cameron needed to hear about this as did Professor Slughorn, but first she need the names of these people so she could nip this issue in the bud. She would show those arrogant bastards just what had happened that spring that they had apparently missed. Clearly they were not up on their current affairs if they thought that bullshit blood purity crap was going to fly. Not in her Hogwarts! "Do you know who it was that did this to you? Know any names?"
Maggie shook her head, the tears leaving white streaks down her red face. "I don't really know any of the Slytherins in any of the years, or at all, so I can't recall any of their names. And I can't really remember their faces very well either. They all seem a little blurry to me right now. I… I think they were happily involved in the patrols around the castle last year. I… I'm really scared Hermione. It was like they had hunted me."
"Maggie, do you trust me?" she asked, looking the girl in the eye, as she wiped some of the tears from the girl's face with a thumb.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I? You're Hermione Granger." Maggie replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, as if she had asked if water was wet.
Hermione managed not to sigh, somewhat annoyed at that reputation despite its occasional usefulness. Was that what Harry felt all the time? That people had this image of her being a certain way and it took over who she actually was in their minds? If so she could understand his irritation with it. "I promise you that I will go after these idiots and I will take care of them for you, okay. I will deal with them and they will not bother anyone again after that. And then, when I am done, I will turn what's left of them over to the school. Will that be okay?"
Maggie smiled faintly, clearly cheered somewhat by the threat of violence upon them. "Thank you."
Thinking about the decoration on her left forearm and what idiots like those Maggie described would think about it, she smiled half-heartedly. Given what those particular Slytherin's had said to the girl, they were certainly making this whole issue more and more personal for her. The bullying, the blood status bullshit, the asking her to kill herself, this was an issue she definitely wanted to stomp into the ground and grind under her heel. "It will be alright Maggie. I know that they were terrible and said the worst possible things they could to you, but you need to remember that the reason they are doing this is that they are all just scared little fools trying to make themselves feel more important than they really are. You are so much better than them because you did not need to rub their noses into anything to feel good about yourself. If you haven't taunted any Slytherins, than you are better and should stay that way. Now go on up to your friends, you know that they will be better to cry on than me and will help you feel better. Give me a few days to try and clear this up and it should be safe to walk around alone again. Until then, keep safe."
Maggie hugged her tightly, "Thank you Hermione. You're the best."
With that the girl left and headed up stairs towards the rest of her friends. Hermione smiled at that sign, knowing that she had at least made a start towards helping that girl feel better. The smile then shifted into a frown as she thought about what she would have to do in order to uphold her promise to Maggie. Finding a specific group of Slytherin bullies might be tricky but she could do it, she was certain of it. First she had to learn the names of the boys in question so she could keep her eyes out for them on the map and then she would need to try and focus on making sure that she could be aware of where they were as often as possible. If only she had more details to go off of. With the boys faces blurred, which was easily managed several ways, that made even verifying what year they were in tough enough. If it were a confundus spell that she had been hit with then maybe that fact was not accounted for and thus left out? She would have to think on the matter. If she did it right she could really nip this in the bud and ensure that no other Slytherin or anyone else for that matter tried anything like it again for the rest of the year. This idiocy had already befouled the school enough in previous years and she was not going to stand for it anymore. A little investigating and then she could take care of things once and for all.
She yawned a little and decided that she had done enough for the day, actually more than enough. Today had been absolutely crazy, with her running about and facing the Headmistress, the Minister of Magic and finally the Director of Gringotts in an all-out frenzy of arguing her way into and out of something. Right now there was nothing she wanted more than to take a hot bath and fall into bed so she could cuddle against her redhead, hoping that tomorrow would be far less insane. Why couldn't she just have a normal school year? It wasn't fair.
And the saddest thing of all was that Harry wasn't even here to take the blame for all of this chaos. It was usually his fault, it was generally always his fault when things went like this, but no, this time she couldn't just shove the blame onto him and be done with it. No her already screwy school year was entirely her own responsibility and blame, well hers, Ginny, and Luna's. That thought made her groan and pinch the bridge of her nose as if that could relieve the pressure that was building. Couldn't this just be dumped on her best friend even remotely? Maybe just say it was Harry fault just because, as if he had tainted her, given her a disease or something? Oh Madam Pomfrey you have to help me, I have a terminal case of Potter! Unfortunately, her own mind wouldn't let her use such a cheap escape from responsibility and that annoyed her. And now looking at her little group… what were they, since they couldn't be the Golden Trio or even the Silver Trio, since that had practically been claimed. The Estrogen Trio? The Femme Trio? The Pink Trio? Maybe something worse, something better? Maybe she should just quit while she was behind and just sink in that tub and forget about things for a while. Sometimes life was so unfair and messed up that it hurt and today felt like one of those times. She leaned in towards the lion at the top of the stairs and whispered the password to let herself into her room, "Nargles."
Her breath caught in her throat and that train of thought, all trains of thought derailed in a messy crash as she took in the astonishing sight before her. The room was bathed in the warm flickering glow of several candles that were scattered all about the room on the different available flat surfaces. The light from the candles was softer than the intensity of the oil lamps that were normally used for lighting and it cast her room in a whole new look. But what really took everything away, both thought and breath, was the stunning young woman standing before her with one knee cocked, next to the bed with a coy little come hither look on her face.
Ginny's vibrant red hair was down, spilling over her bare shoulders, the thin spaghetti straps of her royal blue nightgown barely visible through her hair. The mix of satin and lace that played over her, stopping mid-thigh, looked amazing on her pale, freckled skin, the material seeming like water in the candlelight. Hermione was spellbound, her mouth falling open of its own accord.
Crooking a finger, Ginny beckoned Hermione forward. Obeying the summons, the brown haired girl walked into the room, letting the door swing closed behind her, her steps awkward as if her body was suddenly uncoordinated and no longer under her control. "I… Gin… wha…"
Her voice was stopped as Ginny stepped forward, closing the distance between them and pressed a finger lightly against Hermione's lips. "Shhhh… it's okay, don't argue… this is for you… for us. I know I may not have said this before but you are my hero Hermione and today proved that to me all over again. Honestly, how many women get to say that they are dating true Heroes? Besides Luna I can't really think of any at the moment. You are an absolutely incredible woman and I am so in awe of the fact that you want to be with me. I have no idea why you would but I am thankful for it. I want you. Just that, I want you. I have wanted you for a while now but now I can't fight it anymore. So tonight is all about my hero getting a welcome home after the war, the welcome home that she truly deserves."
Even when Ginny began to undress her, slipping the Gryffindor cardigan from her shoulders, as it had been cool that evening, Hermione was still too flabbergasted to talk. The redhead leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, soft and gentle, more of a promise of things to come and then pulled back, undoing her tie, pulling it free from around her neck. Brown eyes locked on brown eyes and Ginny was clearly trying to let her know what she was feeling through looks alone. Hermione's heart rate began to quicken as she took in the look that Ginny was giving her, it was a look of raw desire, of want, of need, a feeling exactly like she herself was feeling. That only spurred on her desire for the redhead and she could feel herself begin to grow wet with the thought of where this was hopefully leading. Button by button her shirt was undone until they were all unfastened. With a slight tug, the shirt came free of her skirt and Ginny pulled it open and slightly down her arms.
Stepping in again, she began to plant tiny kisses on Hermione's neck, causing her to drop her neck back and to the side, providing the redhead with more and easier access to the skin there. The occasional bites made her gasp and she could feel her nipples tighten as the sensations filled her with pleasure. Pleasure just rolled up and down her spine and she was so lost in the feelings that were filling her that she barely registered her blouse falling to the floor as it was slipped from her shoulders. Ginny kissed up her neck, across her jawline and then captured her lips, her kiss strong and passionate, gaining entry immediately as Hermione yielded to her.
Hermione's hands tangled themselves in Ginny's hair and she could feel one hand begin running up and down her back, while another traveled down and cupped one cheek of her ass. She moaned into Ginny's mouth as the girl squeezed slowly, the pressure increasing steadily to a nice firm grip. Suddenly, the lips left hers as they began to travel down her leaving a trail, down the other side of her neck, kissing the area of her breasts not covered by the cups of her bra, down farther until Ginny was kneeling before her. All she could do was pant longingly.
Hermione looked down the length of her body, past her smallish breasts, past the ever so slight pooch of her belly and into the dark eyes looking up at her, filled with hunger and need. There was something about that image, that moment where Ginny gazed up at her with eyes filled with lust that spurred her desire even more and her wetness became even more easily felt, practically soaking her underwear. She moaned, a guttural sound of pure pleasure. Ginny's hands slid down her right calf and pulled off her shoe. This was followed by the other and then her strong hands slid back up. With a brief flutter of her hands, Ginny began to pull down Hermione's skirt. Once it was past her hips it was left to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet and across Ginny's knees.
Ginny then slowly worked the tights from Hermione's legs, kissing freshly exposed flesh as she did so, alternating legs, kissing and letting her tongue slide down the smooth flesh. Hermione's eyes closed as she lost herself to the feel of Ginny's lips on her skin. Once Hermione stepped out of her hose, Ginny rose back up, hands trailing along her girlfriend's sides. Hermione trembled, the touch was soft enough to lightly tickle but instead of getting a laugh the sensation was more erotic than anything else. Now standing, Ginny looked Hermione in her eyes and stepped backwards, moving ever closer to the bed, her grin growing a good bit more seductive as she moved.
Following obediently as if pulled by an invisible string, Hermione stepped carefully over the discarded clothes, as tripping would have completely ruined the mood that had been set by her girlfriend. Ginny climbed onto the bed, showing clearly that she had on a pair of panties that matched the nightgown and cupped her ass beautifully. Hermione was nearly transfixed. The girl looked over her shoulder and asked, "Won't you join me?"
It took no time at all for the two of them to be on the bed and kissing again, with Ginny turning Hermione over so that she was on all fours above the curly headed girl, leaning into their kiss. She lowered one of Hermione's bra straps and then the other, not pausing the kissing while she did so. She leaned back as Hermione sat up and unhooked her bra, she then flung it away, not caring where it landed, just wanting to get back to the kissing and the wonderful feel of Ginny's hands on her. Ginny stayed where she was, brown eyes locked on her breasts, barely noticing the still somewhat purplish red scar that traveled diagonally across her chest. As Ginny's eyes drank her in a blissful smile grew to cover her face, her whole face filled with joy. Her voice was practically reverent when she murmured, "Beautiful."
Hermione blushed and fought against the urge to cover herself, feeling that her scars made her flawed, imperfect but the gaze was almost too intense, too devout to hide from. Instead she sat up again, put her arms around the girl's neck and pulled Ginny back into a kiss saying, "We were doing something. Admire later."
They lowered back down onto the bed and continued kissing. Ginny slid a hand up Hermione's side and began to trace the edges of one of her breasts, causing her to gasp slightly in surprise, as all her sensations were so much stronger than before. The hand then came up and cupped the whole breast, her palm brushing lightly over the erect nipple. She squeezed gently and Hermione redoubled her kissing intensity as it felt so good, making her desire grow even more.
Hermione's hands roamed, along Ginny's sides and up her back, moving under the satiny material of the nightgown. When their lips parted she muttered in a husky voice, "You are too clothed."
It was a very Weasley grin that was returned to her just before Ginny winked at her and said, "Emoveo."
The nightgown whisked away, vanishing right from her body and Hermione blinked at her a few times before she grinned ferally at her now naked girlfriend. She chuckled and said happily, "Oh I love magic."
Hands continued moving over Ginny's back and shoulders, drinking in the feel of her skin, the play of the muscles underneath, while kisses kept raining down on her neck, with occasional bites to her earlobes. It was getting harder and harder for Hermione to focus on what she was doing as she was drowning in what Ginny was doing to her and she never wanted to come up from that. The redhead then kissed her way down her chest and then began to run her tongue around one of her nipples, tracing the outer edges of her areola. Hermione arched her back some, trying to force her breast into more contact but Ginny simply moved back, chiding her softly, "Come now Kitten, let me do this my way."
"Kitten?" asked Hermione, confused with this nickname.
Instead of answering, Ginny leaned back in and used her tongue to flick the already erect nipple. With a gasp, as a bolt of pleasure shot through her and down to her melting center, Hermione lost track of things, giving in completely to the sensations and Ginny lavished attention to her breasts, sucking and lightly nipping the modest sized mounds, occasionally playing with the nipple directly to coax louder sounds from her. Moaning in pleasure, Hermione tried to control her writhing, but her body simply felt so good that it was all she could do to respond to the feelings as they arose, her body moving with its needs. One of her hands tangled itself in Ginny's hair, not holding the girl in place but simply enjoying the feel of her hair as it slid through her fingers. Her world was descending into nothing more than a blur of pleasure.
One of Ginny's hands moved down her abdomen and the fingers slipped within the waistband of her panties, moving through her pubic hair in circles, drawing ever closer to her swollen lips. This elicited a whine from her and she rocked her hips up, hoping to rush the contact, craving this, wanting more and more sensation, needing Ginny to touch her, to take her, to make Hermione her own. Ginny again controlled the pace of things, lifting her fingers up and away from her body. Hermione whimpered in need, looking up at her with imploring eyes, begged breathily, "Ginny."
Ginny rose up and grinned at her, possessively, clearly enjoying this power she had over the older girl. Hermione flushed under her gaze, as the girl's fingers kept drawing closer, now tracing the outer portion of her lips, drifting in and then moving out, never close enough to provide relief but close enough to make her breath start to shorten. After letting her eyes trail over Hermione's breasts again, she bent down and took one of them into her mouth, sucking on the nipple and biting on it gently making her girlfriend gasp at the mix of pleasure and pain and that shot right down to her core, making it throb even harder. At the same moment Ginny slid her middle finger down and between the folds, into the great pool of moisture that waited at Hermione's entrance.
Hooking her finger, she dragged some of that fluid up and then used that to slick things up as she her finger began to trace around, searching for Hermione's clitoris in this new and untraveled territory. It took her a bit of discovery but she finally found where it was positioned as a pleasure filled sharp intake of breath gave it away. The sound of her moans increased as well as how they rumbled in her chest, as Hermione gave herself over to what she was feeling and lost herself in the ecstasy. All she was aware of were the pulses of pleasure from her breasts, neck and clitoris, the pressure within building higher, her breath so full, so shallow, catching, coming in pants, her head turning back and forth, her hair whipping about, her hands trying to hold onto something, anything, nothing, but the sheets wouldn't quite work and her arms kept knocking pillows from the bed and the headboard was solid and there was not quite anything to hold onto and her hips just kept rocking and rocking and rocking and there, right there, oh yes right there, oh Ginny, please Ginny, keep it up right there, oh god, oh yes, oh Merlin, oh yes, oh faster, oh please, oh faster, oh Ginny, oh god, oh Ginny, right there, oh god, oh yes, oh faster, oh Ginny, oh yes, oh Ginny, oh god, oh guh, guh, oh guh, oh, oh, uh, oh, uh, uh, unh, unnhh, ahh, oh, unnnhhh, aahhh, AHHHHH!
Hermione screamed out her pleasure, her voice almost raw with the effort nearly echoing in the room, her back arching up almost painfully, and then she collapsed, falling to the bed. She lay there, feet slightly tangled in the sheets, panting, eyes a bit out of focus, gazing only at the ceiling, legs trembling, and her body limp. Her hand searched blindly for Ginny and the girl moved up alongside her girlfriend, pulling the still quivering girl into her left shoulder. Hermione sighed in pleasure, "Oh Merlin Ginny… that… that was so incredible."
She looked up and as her eyes focused she noticed that Ginny was sucking her finger clean which made something inside her twinge and clench, giving her yet another electrical jolt of pleasure that shook her body, "Uh…, oh god that's hot."
"Oh no Kitten, you are hot. You really have no idea just how sexy you look when you orgasm. So amazingly hot. It got me a little and I wasn't even touching myself at the time." answered Ginny with a smile and a slight shudder of her own as the thought caressed her.
"Kitten? There that is again… you've called me that before. Why are you calling me that?" asked Hermione curiously.
Ginny blushed a little and looked away, her voice a little unsure. "It's uh… your nickname."
"I figured that Gin. No, the question was, where did you come up with it?" asked Hermione looking the redhead in the eyes.
"Well, aren't you my cute and dangerous sex kitten?" teased Ginny with a smirk.
"Oh god!" lamented Hermione, burying her face into Ginny's shoulder. She remembered the conversation in question from when they were on the bus coming back from London and it didn't make her feel any better. "Please no…"
"But Kitten…" Ginny's grin was very happy and infectious.
"Don't you start with me." Hermione glowered at her, shaking a finger at her.
"Too late, I already did and you liked it if the moans were any indication. Now did you want to keep… playing or are you too tired. I wanted to give you the option since I knew you had a big day." said Ginny, neatly sidestepping the whole issue.
Hermione looked into Ginny's eyes and could tell that they were still dark with desire and they stoked the flames of hers back up again. The light sheen of sweat on the redhead's body looked lovely in the candlelight and the way the shadows played across her body, her breasts, just made Hermione want her. Hermione licked her lips, her mouth watering a little and wanted this more than she wanted sleep. "Well, now that we have started this I absolutely demand equal time. Just to let you know I am not going to bed until I have had a taste of my own girl. You started this Ginevra, but I'm going to finish it."
Ginny could barely contain her squeal of glee.