Written In The Body
Poetheather
A/N: Wrist is still jacked up. Not happy about that. My lead in stories is shrinking due to that but I am still at least 4 ahead and almost 5 so that's something.
A/N 2: I love how fast the follows and favorites are growing. Thank you all for spreading the word. You guys are awesome and never forget that I appreciate you all.
Still not JKR. I mean really, do I look that blond?
Twenty-nine
"Excuse me Miss Granger, might I have a word with you before you leave?"
Hermione looked up from where she was packing away her things into her book bag after potions class towards Professor Slughorn who was standing by his desk smiling amiably. She was kind of wondering what this was all about as he rarely held students after class. "Certainly Professor."
She quickly retrieved a scroll from her bag and handed it to Ginny, "Could you drop this off to Professor Vector really quick and tell her I am running a bit late. She likes to collect up the homework at the beginning of class and I would hate for it to be late."
"No problem Kitten. I'll also let her know you've been delayed." With a quick grasp of her girlfriend's hand and a warm smile, Ginny took the homework scroll and left the potion's classroom.
Professor Slughorn drew his somewhat ornate wand and closed the door with a flick, casting a few security charms rather quickly. Hermione knew them all, naturally as they weren't the highest level ones, and was intrigued by the notion that the Professor felt the need to cast them for this. What exactly was this conversation going to be about? Was there something going on that required this sort of discretion? "Thank you for staying behind Miss Granger. I wanted to first commend you for the manner in which you dealt with that unfortunate scuffle the other day between some of my students and the Hufflepuffs. Not many would have actually tried to listen to what the Slytherins had to say for themselves and see if it were the truth before punishing them."
"No problem Professor. I knew the students fighting in that squabble were too young to have been involved in the more serious incidents with either of the students in question so this had to be something else. And when your student tried to cover things up as well, sort of protecting all of them, I figured that this basically had to be a massive misunderstanding. I knew you and Professor Sprout would suitably punish them for their mistakes, though your students only fault lay in the actual fighting not in starting the fight so I just had to find out what happened. There really was nothing special about it," stated Hermione succinctly, wanting to make clear her point of view on the matter.
"This fairness of yours Miss Granger is a rare quality. It is not something that is seen in most witches or wizards from any of the Houses, usually there is a good degree of bias due to House loyalty and all that. Because of that ability of your to look beyond that, surely you will go far in whatever endeavor you choose to pursue once you leave the school and I do hope I can be no small part of your success." He grinned at her in that ingratiating way of his.
Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at how much Slughorn was schmoozing her here but she knew that even though he was a bit abhorrent as a person he did have some impressive contacts throughout the wizarding world that could be of use at a later date. Some of the people she had met at that Slug Club meal had been rather impressive. That was about his only value as far as she was aware. "Thank you Professor. I am sure your assistance will be most appreciated."
The professor beamed at her, clearly preening under the implications of praise and then said, "Yes well, the other bit of business I had for you is that Mister Boyle and I have not been able to narrow down a possible list of culprits for your mystery attackers. We are aware that there are a number of unhappy students in our house, particularly in years fourth, fifth and sixth, who most closely fit your parameters. We have tried talking to the House as a whole about these issues and how this course of action will ultimately affect us all but we are unsure if it has had an effect. Sadly given our students' cunning and ability to hide what they are feeling you may actually have to catch them in the act for the seriousness of this to fully register with them. I just have to hope that our talk with them has not made them more cautious and more cruel."
"I do hope that as well Professor. I know you are trying your best and we will get them at some point." replied Hermione, really wishing that the attacks would just stop.
"Anyway… that was all I had for you. Here is a note for you, Miss Granger. I do hope that Septima has no issue with you coming in to her class a bit late, but as you are one of her favorite students I rather doubt that will be the case." He smiled at her as he handed over the slip of parchment. "Thank you Miss Granger."
"Thank you Professor." Hermione grabbed the last of her things and hurried up from the dungeons that held the potions lab towards the first floor classroom in the Turris Magnus where the Advanced Arithmancy class was held. It was a bit of a walk but at least it wasn't say Care of Magical Creatures she had to get to with that walk down hill towards Hagrid's hut.
She knew that she wasn't too late, and as she was usually the first one done with her work and was read so far ahead in the textbook that it was a bit ridiculous so she really wasn't all that worried either about anything. There was no doubt in her mind that Professor Vector would be fine with her coming in late and she knew how to enter a classroom without disturbing others thanks to Harry and Ron. As she headed that way she paused, realizing something. She was alone and unsupervised. With a grin that would have made people wonder if she had been polyjuiced, Hermione pulled out the Map to check to see if there was anyone about.
The hallways were clear of people and from what she could tell no paintings seemed to be paying particular attention to her. This made her grin. She had a window of opportunity here for more mischief and she was fully planning on taking it, if for no other reason than for the sheer fun of it. Reaching into her book bag for one of her special project bags she had made for just these sorts of occasions, she pulled free the little ties that would do what she wanted. She silently and wandlessly slipped them over the door handles to all the classroom doors along the path she took, which did take her past a good number of them, making sure to activate the spell that they had been charged with. She grinned, looking forward to the mischief this would cause, well aware that this was a common route for most students and that would muddy the trail if anyone tried to figure out who had done this. And with those ties and how they were made, there was very little that could be traced to her or Ginny and they sort of blended into things, making them harder to spot against the wood of the doors. And since they were not a spell cast on the door per se, a Finite Incantatum would not work on it either. That was another interesting thing she had learned from the notebooks, something she had wished she had known about earlier but it was still lovely to know now. Her knowledge of magic just kept expanding and deepening.
Once one was on the final door that she could most easily reach, with her added excuse of a bathroom trip getting her within reach of several more doors, she then went into her class to take care of her in class work and see what would happen when everything was over. Professor Vector smiled at her and took the note, not even glancing at it, trusting her implicitly. Of course the Head Girl would have permission to be out and about between classes. Someone like that would be beyond reproach. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at herself at how she was abusing the teachers trust in her but instead focused on what the teacher was talking about in transfigural analysis and how the math there could then be moved over into runes in order to create objects that changed shape and size. Some of the work was rather challenging due to the precision involved but since she had figured this all out herself when she had made her expanding bag just before the Horcrux hunt she was only partially paying attention to the lecture. Granted there were a couple of fine points she had not gotten from her reading that Professor Vector covered but on the whole she was well ahead of everyone in class in both the theoretical and practical. In a lot of ways her muggle classes in mathematics placed her very far ahead of everyone as she already had the number theory down and only had to add the magical to her work.
She took her notes and did the short bit of in class reading, which was a simple review, before it was time for the in class assignments. Knowing that she knew this material she took her time to get it right and ensure that she still had the process correct rather than to simply blaze through the work in order to impress the Professor with her speed and skill. Doing the work this way was actually rather relaxing to be honest. Despite working in that manner she was still the third one done with her work but she was the only one who did not have to go back and nervously go over it a few moments later as if it could be wrong. She was completely confident with her work. Realizing that there really was no other option, Hermione stood and took her work up to the front of the class and put in on Professor Vector's desk.
The woman smiled at her, "Thank you Miss Granger. Please study quietly, whatever you want."
Hermione nodded in silent answer and headed back to her desk, trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to go over in the last bit of class that remained. She really wanted to go through the Witches Witch book some more, as she had only been able to read it in fits and bursts since she had started the book but she did not want to explain anything if someone read over her shoulder or saw the occasional images. The ones where they were talking about some of the spells to allow sensitivity through… toys were fascinating and with her new Marauder training she had already figured out several other uses for such a spell, but oh the possibilities. She shivered a little pleasantly at the thought. Since she was nearing the end of the book it was starting to delve into the really fascinating subjects, at least to her mind, such as a few more interesting aspects about sex, relationship types including marriage and procreation, thus she was quite keen on finishing that book as soon as she could. Besides, Ginny was desperate to read it as well.
With a surreptitious glance about the room, she drew the book out of her bag, glad that the glamor on the title still held. Opening it to the section she wanted she began reading, finishing up the section on sex, with a discussion on the concepts of tantric sex and how they could be applied to two witches and their interesting effects on the magical core. That was absolutely fascinating and sounded like something that the two of them might enjoy playing with. This took her into a section about Relationships Growing More Serious. She knew how she felt about Ginny but again did not want to rock the boat. It wasn't like they had been together all that long and dreaming about her for years really didn't count in this process. While she had no intention of asking her anything of that nature until everyone who needed to had been informed of their relationship status it didn't hurt to dream a bit. As wonderful as it had been, that incredible moment of having Ginny tell her how much she cared for her and was attracted to her while holding her in her bed, Hermione definitely wanted to make sure that any other step forward in their relationship should occur in a less horizontal position. It would also probably be best if it were not done in the bedroom as well. Though she had to admit the 'I love you's had come out in the most wonderful way possible and had just made her birthday the greatest day ever, even with the surprise party taken into consideration, asking someone to marry you should be even more special and magical. She sighed and closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. Ginny was right, she was a bit of a sap at heart.
After getting through several pages of that section, which covered less serious means of proving you wanted to be together and shack up on up to actual engagement. The fact that the wizarding world did have some actual legal if rare provisions available for same sex marriage simply blew her away, however she had not gotten to the section which was supposed to cover the matter in more detail by the time the class had ended. That made her a bit frustrated but she had the book and it wasn't like she wasn't going to read it later. She began to gather her things and hefted her book bag to turn just in time to watch a Hufflepuff who had been a year behind her grab the doorknob. Since she had almost forgotten what she had done before coming into class, there was a very believable bit of surprise on her face when there was a soft pop and the boy eeped in surprise. When he turned his hair had poofed out like a mane, and his hands looked a bit more paw like. There was a touch of panic to his voice when he asked, "What is going on?"
This got several students to laugh at him until a girl from Ravenclaw, who probably figured that it was probably a simple one use prank grabbed the door and earned herself badger like markings on her hair and face, while her nails grew a bit longer and thicker. She screeched a bit in surprise.
The other students' protests grew louder and more confused so Hermione pushed herself forward, knowing that it would be natural for either her or Professor Vector to take control in a situation like this and she was currently closer. "Here, let me take a look."
She walked up to the door and cast a Finite at it, knowing that it would not affect the charm she had put on the door, to make it look like she had taken appropriate corrective action. "Hopefully that should take care of it."
When she reached out to grab the door to pull it open, there was the expected pop and she could feel the change hit her. She knew that she would be taking on some eagle like characteristics and that was fine with her. It also helped knowing that the Charm would only last for about an hour and a half so she knew better than to panic, unlike the others who probably thought it might last as long as the other prank had. Professor Vector quickly came to the rear of the classroom from her desk, clearly growing more alarmed like the rest of the students. "Let me through."
The professor quickly ran through a series of analysis spells and then opened the door with a spell, completely avoiding the doorknob altogether. The students filed out, some clearly worried about all doors now based off the looks that she noted. This was going better than she thought. Now she needed to push things just a little bit more. With a worried look she turned to her teacher and asked, "Professor, what do you think is going on?"
"The door handle seems to be charmed somehow to do this. I will do what I can to counter it; however I think Professor Flitwick will need to look at it for it to be truly taken care of. These particular type of countercharms are not my specialty," ruefully admitted Professor Vector.
"Do you want me to look at it as well, to see if I can figure anything out?" asked Hermione, as this is something she would have offered if she hadn't been the guilty party. She was aware from her reading of detective novels that the more she acted normal the less likely she would be caught.
"Could you? I know that you are skilled in a number of areas and might be able to help figure this out." stated the Professor.
Hermione cast the detection spells, knowing that she had to play this just right, because if she did not give the right information and it was double checked then she would be caught out for sure. However if she did this in the right way then she would be able to provide herself with an even stronger safety net from suspicion. If she could completely remove any hint of suspicion from herself then she basically could act with impunity. That was her ultimate goal after all. "There is something here but I'm not sure if it's a charm or a transfiguration spell. This sort of analysis hasn't been covered in any of my classes so far and if going to be covered in Defense, it would probably be in the Spring. And anyway the reading seems a bit vague."
Professor Vector smiled, seemingly a touch amused with what Hermione was saying, "And yet I was sure that you already knew at least some of the basics."
Hermione blushed a little, at how much the teachers at Hogwarts believed in her. It felt strange to be betraying their trust like this but it was working towards a goal that she thought was worthy. If these pranks, with their emphasis on the intermingling of the Houses would get through to people then she could stop what she was doing and focus instead on snogging. While it was a lot of fun and an interesting challenge it did make her feel bad though in a way this could be seen as just an extension of her duty as Head Girl. Maybe. If you squinted a lot. "Thank you Professor. From what I'm seeing I'm not exactly sure how to remove this. I am sure Professor Flitwick would be able to do so but unless he told me how, I am at a bit of a loss."
"The great Hermione Granger doesn't know something?" gently teased her professor.
"Professor… you know I'm not like that." whined Hermione honestly, glad that no other students were around to hear that. She did like Professor Vector and was close to her, nearly as close to her as she was to the Headmistress but that sort of teasing reminded her too much of her years in Primary School. Ron's teasing her first year of her being a busybody know-it-all had really stung her. "There are plenty of things I don't know yet."
"The yet of course being the operative phrase. I am sure you will correct that weakness soon, knowing you. Run along. I'll get Fillius to give this a look as soon as he can so hopefully we can get a better idea of what is going on and have no more transformations of this nature. Thank you for trying and I am sorry that you got affected by it."
Hermione left the classroom and headed upstairs towards the library. Since there was a good degree of chaos going on with a number of students already affected by the bands she had applied, she managed to hit a few more classroom doors along the way, with classes that were dealing with double sessions and thus not aware of what was going on. Making sure she was affected by the prank was really going to help matters in shifting any possible blame from her. Since she had noted that a good portion of wizards and witches did not use formal logic when trying to solve a lot of problems they faced it should make her a less than likely target. She was aware that she was currently trying to outthink Headmistress McGonnagall and perhaps Professor Flitwick, both of whom did use logic, but she felt somewhat assured by the fact that they were also distracted by the other responsibilities of their posts. As long as Professor Cottington did not get dragged into this mess with her Auror training and actually start investigating the whole mess effectively she should be fine. At least she was hoping that was the case.
Once in the library she moved towards her favorite desk and had a seat in her usual spot. She did like how this particular table was isolated from the others and thus protected from view most of the time. In all her years of being here, with all the conflicts, the sanctity of the Library had never been violated. It gave her a strange feeling of safety when she sat in here and read or studied. That was something she really cherished. She laid out her books and writing supplies on the table top and then got a wicked idea. Her grin grew and grew as she thought of it. Noting that no one was paying any attention to her she quickly cast noise canceling charms around the space to keep noise from leaving the alcove when this all occurred, and all sorts of protections and notice me nots on the remaining walls including the floor and ceiling, knowing how sound could bounce and how people could wander up from a few different directions. Now all she had to do was lay in wait for her Vixen and her trap could be sprung.
While she was waiting for her happy fun games she began working on her homework, going through one of her potion assignments and making sure she had everything she needed for that essay. There were plenty of references available in her notes and she knew where a couple more were in the restricted section that would be quite useful to complete this essay to her usual standard. She went off to gather them and when she returned she noticed that Simon was sitting at the table looking rather subdued, his head down and almost as bad as he had when she first met him. She walked up, sat the books down on the table and laid a hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay Simon?"
When he looked up at her it was clear that he was upset about something. This worried her and made her heart lurch a little. Given everything that was going in the castle she was unsure what it could be that had Simon looking so torn up inside. If those Slytherin bastards had hurt her Simon she was going to smote their ruin upon the hillside for all to see in a way that would make all others think thrice about fucking with him. They would learn why people ran from her. She swallowed that down as she needed to solve this first, "What's wrong?"
"I… I… Hermione I need to tell you something." His voice was broken and hesitant making her heart drop even more.
With a quick gesture from her wand, Hermione cast a few privacy and silencing spells to ensure that they would not be disturbed or that Simon would be overheard in whatever he had to say to her. Everything she was getting from him was that this was important and needed to be just between the two of them. "What is it Simon? You know you can tell me anything."
He took a deep but shaky breath and let it out slowly, clearly trying to summon his courage. She laid a hand on his shoulder and that seemed to help him settle down a little more. "I… I was talking to Headmistress McGonnagall about my life before… you know… when I was at home and she said that if I wanted to I should share it with you, since you were my friend and looked out for me."
Hermione gulped silently. Was he finally going to tell her? Was he going to open up and tell her all about what had happened to him? Was she ready to deal with this? "You can tell me about it if you want. It's your choice Simon. I'll be happy with whatever you share with me because I am your friend."
With an absent nod Simon clasped his hands in front of him, looking down at the table. He took a few breaths and then said really quietly, "My… my dad beat… me and if… I was bad he and my mom… wouldn't let me eat… or sometimes sleep, making me do chores all night long as… punishment for being… different."
Hermione held back her horror and revulsion, instead moving forward and taking him in her arms as his breath started to catch. "It's okay Simon. It's okay. I'll do everything I can to make sure he won't be able to do that to you ever again. You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to."
Simon teared up a little as he nodded, leaning into her more for comfort, shaking a little. "I want you to know. The Headmistress said that you should know and after thinking about it I agree. You are my best friend Hermione, the only one I've ever had and I completely trust you with everything. This is just hard and really embarrassing. Uh… you see, if things happened that my Dad or Mom couldn't explain easily then it was my fault because I was the oldest and I was always around when they did. Not at first but it became plainer over time. So when my accidental magic started really happening more and getting stronger as I got older it got worse, when praying didn't work I started getting beatings at least once a week. After I got my Hogwarts letter, and they found out that I really was to blame for all of the strange things happening because of my magic, they really took it out on me. There were lots of nights where I went to bed without supper or even had days without eating. There were nights I couldn't sleep because I had to clean things. My dad tried not to hurt me too bad but sometimes he did when he got really upset, but I never went to hospital over any of it. I was a bad kid and so he needed to punish me for disobeying him like that, for disobeying God. If I was a good kid, the Devil's taint would not be in me. They were trying to save me but knew that they couldn't keep me from the school because that would attract attention, instead they wanted to beat the magic out of me."
Hermione pulled back so she could look him in the eye. This whole story was making her sick to her stomach. In some ways it was so much worse than what Harry had gone through. He had at least been treated fairly consistently by the Dursleys but to go from being loved to that… it really did turn her stomach and make her wonder how Simon was able to endure it. She wanted to breakdown and cry but she had to be there for her Simon. "You listen to me Simon Cresswell and you listen good. You are not even remotely a bad kid and you did not need to be punished for that. Accidental magic happens to everyone who is magical and it is nothing to be punished over. It is certainly not the Devil's taint or any other sort of poppycock. Your parents are the ones who have done something wrong by hurting you and acting like bullies, instead of loving you and trying to make sense of this difference. You did nothing wrong. You were just born with an incredible gift. Believe me."
Simon looked at her, eyes wide in surprise at how strong her tone was, how vehement she was, how insistent. He nodded in agreement, knowing that there was no arguing with Hermione when she was like this.
She hugged him again, tightly, resting her head against his hair. It was unbelievable that someone would do that to a child, any child but especially to one as sweet as Simon. He was a good kid and his parents had to have done something right for that to have happened. This made her so mad she could just apparate there, to that house and turn Simon's father and mother into something, like perhaps a newt or maybe a slug. It would serve him right for being such a terrible excuse of a human being. "I don't think any worse of you for knowing that about you Simon. You are still by far my favorite first year and my favorite boy in Gryffindor right now. So don't think that you telling me this makes you a bad person in my eyes or that I think any less of you. You are a wonderful kid and this doesn't change anything. You, Simon, are a great person and should never forget that."
Simon hugged her tightly, desperately clinging to her, tears rolling down his face, "Thank you."
"For what? I haven't done anything all that special. Not really. My best friend, who is practically my brother, grew up in a home a lot like yours, only worse in some ways if you can believe it. They hurt him really bad, several times, made him do all the house work, locked him in his tiny room and rarely fed him. He was their slave and they made sure had had no friends. Do you remember my friend Harry from my birthday party? That's him." said Hermione with a soft smile as she pulled back a little, wiping the tears from his face.
Simon blinked in surprise. "Wait, but isn't he Harry Potter, the hero of the wizarding world?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that the family that raised him wasn't terrible. Where you come from only determines who you'll be only if you let it," said Hermione with a gentle smile. "His life and all of his losses didn't really define him and there is no reason for your life and pain to define yours. You can make of your life anything you want. Do you want to talk to him?"
"Can I?" Simon looked really excited at that opportunity. "He seemed pretty cool."
With a brief smirk Hermione said, "I think that can be arranged."
He hugged her again. "Thank you Hermione."
"No problem Simon. You know I'd do anything for you. Do you feel a little better?" she asked, rubbing a hand up and down his back.
"A little. I'm going to go spend a little time alone, relax, and then do my homework. Will I see you for dinner?" Simon asked.
"Absolutely. If you see Ginny could you send her this way?" asked Hermione with a smile.
Simon nodded and waved at her as he walked off smiling a bit, still a bit disturbed over the whole conversation but clearly better than he was when he got there to talk with her.
Once he left, Hermione took down the privacy spells that would keep people away from the one entrance point and started back up on her potions project, trying to get her mind off what she had heard. It hurt too much to think about, though it kept churning around in her mind. She had written about six inches when Ginny walked up, "Hey there Kitten."
"Hey there Vixen. Come here, I need a hug." Her voice was a bit shaky as she said that. All the emotions she had pressed down started coming to the fore, refusing to be held back any longer.
Ginny came over and enveloped Hermione in a warm, compassionate hug. The brown haired girl relaxed in the embrace and tried to let the trauma of what she had heard go. She shook a little as she struggled with it all, tears moving down her face. Ginny just stood there next to her chair and held her until she felt the grip loosen a little, then she held her softly giving Hermione a moment to settle herself. "Now what happened?"
"Simon… Simon told me what happened to him." Hermione's voice was soft as she said this, as if talking too loud would break her, since the emotional tide was so strong. The salt had burned her face a little when she had cried, and she wiped the tears away.
"Oh Kitten, are you okay? Is he okay?" Ginny crouched down so she could look up into Hermione's face worriedly. The concern for both of them was written plainly on her features.
Hermione gave her a wry smile, touched and slightly amused by the question, "How do you think I'm doing after hearing all that? Hold on." She cast the final parts of the privacy spells she wanted to use in the first place when she had first reached the table and then looked back at Ginny. "It was terrible. Not Harry level bad but close, in some ways worse. Apparently from what I gather his parents are an interesting form of Christian and went a bit… off on him because of his accidental magic. He was blamed for all the 'weird' things happening in the house and punished for them. He spent a number of days without food as well as sleep because of it in an attempt to beat the magic out of him. How could they do that?"
Ginny reached up and brushed away a tear that was pooling in the corner of Hermione's left eye. "You told me before that some muggles get really scared of things they don't understand. Wizards are like that as well. This sounds a lot like that. Did they get a lot worse when his letter arrived and they found out he was a wizard?"
She just nodded, almost too caught up in her emotions to speak.
"Remind me to give him a big hug later. He's a brave kid and this was a terrible thing that happened to him. No one deserves that." Ginny stood and then leaned down to kiss Hermione gently on her forehead. Hermione closed her eyes and sighed in relief.
"Speaking of Simon… did you think about the fact that I had offered to take him in?" Hermione was worried when she asked that. Disappointing Ginny when she felt like this would hurt so much. She already felt a bit jangled emotionally and this wasn't going to help but they hadn't talked about it. She needed to know. It wasn't a good time for it but when was?
"I did," replied Ginny, with a sigh. "And I realized that if that's what you want to do, then that's what you want to do. It seems a bit crazy to me at this point in your life to be doing something like this, but if this is something you want to do than I have to support you."
Hermione became aware that she was crying when Ginny wiped the tears away from her face. She was grinning at her girl, happiness filling her. "Really?"
"Of course Kitten. Why wouldn't I? It's your life." Ginny seemed confused with Hermione's disbelief.
Hermione hugged and kissed her, feeling the heaviness of her mood start to lift. The fact that her mood was lifting thanks to Ginny made her think about another issue that she had thought about. It had been something at the back of her mind that she had wanted to know. "Oh Ginny… when I sent my Patronus to get you, what did it look like? I vaguely remember a horse but I must be mistaken."
"No, you aren't mistaken. My horse ran up to me and then I heard your voice and it felt like you. It was so strange. But I was so worried about you when I saw that I bolted after my Patronus after it turned, which led me to you." explained Ginny. "I was so afraid for you when I saw the open vial on the ground that I raced you up to Madam Pomfrey."
Hermione smiled at her gently, "Thank you, love. You know you saved me by doing that, right? I just wish I knew what the Patronus thing meant."
With a soft chuckle, Ginny said, "We can always ask Harry. He seems to know everything about those. It was certainly a surprise."
"My hero…" Hermione said with a sigh and a soft smile. She reached up, cupped Ginny's face and then kissed her.
The kiss started soft but grew in intensity as Hermione needed something pure and loving to wash away the taste of pain that Simon's story had given her. She needed to feel hope, to feel joy, to feel love and she sought that desperately with her kiss. The kiss deepened as her need built and her earlier desire fed on it, roaring back into a frantic need once the sadness and pain was burned away. Ginny seemed surprised by the changing intensity of Hermione's desire and pulled away slightly only to be pursued by her lover.
Now on her feet, Hermione moved Ginny against the desk, which was still covered with books, rolls of parchment, quills and bottles of no-spill ink. She bit and tugged on Ginny's bottom lip, moaning as her own pleasure grew and the redhead stopped fighting against Hermione's lust filled assault and joined in wholeheartedly. Hands got lost in hair, trailed down bodies, cupped breasts. With a tug, Hermione pulled Ginny's head back and moved from her kiss to trail her tongue down Ginny's neck. She sucked softly at several spots and Ginny mewled in pleasure, the sensation causing her eyes to roll up slightly. Hermione swept lower to let her tongue drift down into the small space of cleavage that the opening in the shirt left as her hands slid down Ginny's backside, tightening into the muscular flesh.
With some exertion, she hefted the redhead onto the table, shoving some of the materials out of the way to do so, a few items falling to the floor without a single care in Hermione's mind. Ginny's eyes were growing dark with mounting passion as this was happening and Hermione's need for her only grew. Her hands moved to Ginny's breasts as she leaned in and felt Ginny's own hands upon her.
When the redhead's hands began to unbutton her blouse she reached in and grabbed Ginny's wrists and pulled them from where they were between the two of them, succeeding because of the surprise of the action. Slowly she pushed her body weight forward and forced Ginny to lean backwards, swinging her arms behind to support herself. This jostled several more books off the table and onto the floor with a clatter. Hermione honestly didn't care about the state of the books because the moment Ginny's palms touched the wood she activated the spell she had memorized for just this very occasion.
Standing back upright Hermione grinned lustily at Ginny, who was just coming to realize that her hands were stuck to the table in the position that Hermione had helped place them in. She struggled briefly and then looked at Hermione with some concern, "Kitten what are you doing?"
"Shhh… be quiet or do I need to silence you?" Hermione said, the lust heavy in her voice.
Ginny's eyes went wide when she heard that as well as the tone and her mouth fell open but no noise came out.
"Good Vixy. That's a very good girl. Now… it's been a day and I am going to need a little something to make me feel a bit better, so I decided that the Library was just the place for it." The two of them could still hear the sounds of other students moving about in the rest of the room. Hushed conversations at the tables the next aisle over were clear and only served to make this feel more naughty. She reached out a hand, running it gently down Ginny's face in a loving caress, her thumb going across the girl's lips. "This area is protected so we can be as loud as we want, do whatever we want, and trust me… I most certainly will."
The hungry, excited look Ginny gave her made Hermione feel a bit weak in the knees and only served to make her feel wetter if anything. Her hands moved to just below Ginny's knees and she slid her arms up the outsides of Ginny's legs slowly until she reached the top of her girlfriend's panties. With a tug she began to pull them down, off her, prompting Ginny to awkwardly lever her butt up enough to make their removal a bit easier. Once they were pulled free, Hermione looked at the Gryffindor red panties with gold trim and their incredibly soaked crotch, smirking at them, "Really now Vixy? You have that much House pride?"
"Shut up! We can discuss my choice of underwear later." Ginny's face was flushed as she was panting slightly with her want for touch and she had a hard time looking Hermione in the eye. It was clear that the setting and the cool wood was doing something to her.
With a snicker, Hermione trailed a hand up the inside of one thigh, running her fingers through the girl's pubic hair, tugging lightly, hand moving down, tracing the outer contours of her labia, causing Ginny to lean her head back and moan in incipient pleasure. She could feel the wet heat radiating from Ginny wherever she paused and cupped a hand over the girl's mound, letting it sit there, taunting her with its stillness. After she did this for a bit, repeating the cycle until Ginny was rocking her hips forward in the quest for greater contact, moaning in desperate hunger, Hermione then paused at the apex of her tracing, turning a small circle a few times, and then slid straight down between the slick lips, the pad of her pointer finger brushing over Ginny's clitoris as it dipped down and back up, carrying with it slick fluid. Her girlfriend gasped and bucked her hips forward as best she could.
Hermione moved forward, resting her palm on the tangle of Ginny's mons while her finger kept working back and forth on that sensitive nub, her lips moving back onto the girl's neck. Ginny struggled against the spell that held her hands flat against that the table to no avail and Hermione had to admit she enjoyed that feeling of power over the girl, the way Ginny twisted under her as she struggled. After the girl shuddered and cried out once and then twice, she slid her finger down further, added a second finger into that vast pool of wetness and entered her.
The kiss silenced the moan, consuming the sound, and drawing a kind of sustenance from the little whimpery sounds that the girl made as her fingers danced inside. Summers of typing and playing on the internet, years of wand work had made her fingers quite dexterous and strong, Hermione made great use of that now. Letting the girl's lips free, she moved back and crouched down to relieve the pressure she had been placing on her wrist and to get a better view of the wanton state of her girlfriend, how red and wet everything was as her fingers worked in and out of Ginny. Once down on her knees she slid her free hand under her skirt, down into her own panties, feeling the virtual ocean she had there, barely contained by her own folds. Merlin her girl got her so hot.
Her fingers ached as Ginny began to clench tightly around them, making moving them back and forth within her difficult, but she was still able to press against that sensitive little hollow area just past the ridged area near the opening, the spot that made her girl gasp ever so much. Ginny tightened even more, almost bone crushingly so, hips bucking, and cried out, shaking the table with the force of her orgasm, toppling a few more books and one of the no spill ink bottles.
When the clenching relaxed to a mild flutter, Hermione slid her fingers free, hungry brown eyes locked onto her girlfriend's dazed brown. When Ginny's eyes were able to actually focus better on her, Hermione slowly licked her fingers clean, moaning in pleasure and then grinned at her, making Ginny groan as a slight shudder of pleasure ran through her, "Oh Merlin 'mione, you're killing me."
"Really now? Is that so Ginevra? I guess we'll just see about that." With a wink, Hermione lowered her self between Ginny's legs again, drawing out even more screams of pleasure from her with fingers and tongue while other students studied in the library around them without ever knowing a thing.