Hermione woke before Ginny did, just as the sun was rising, as was her habit. She spent some time watching Ginny sleep, her fiery red hair seeming to glow in the morning sun. Eventually, she stretched and arose, looking over herself. She was still sticky from last night's escapades, and her transfigured cock had disappeared of its own accord. Just as well- using it had tired Hermione out. Possibly an unseen side effect of a transfiguration of such caliber.
Hermione smirked, throwing on a bathrobe. Or, it was simply her being tired out from a night of sex.
It was a saturday, so Hermione could afford to be lazy. She didn't live at Hogwarts simply to be a sex toy for Ginny- she was enamored in her own research, which took many forms and directions and occupied every moment that she wasn't asleep or with Ginny. Looking back, it was almost exactly how she had been when she was in school herself.
An errant thought struck Hermione as she wandered into her cozy kitchenette. Grabbing a spare sheet of paper, she sat down in a comfy chair and scribbled on it, absentmindedly filling the page with thought.
The Alumni rooms were no palace, but they were a step above the students' accommodations. It consisted of one round main room, lit by a fireplace and furnished with two comfortable chairs, with a low table inbetween them. Adjoining the room was a miniature kitchenette, kept stocked with basic foodstuffs in case the alumni would want to cook their own meals. Through a lockable door on one side of the room was the bedroom, a small, comfortable affair, with a queen-size bed and its own small heat stove. The main chamber and bedroom were carpeted in Gryffindor red, while the kitchenette was floored in hard, dark wood. A window in the main room overlooked the lake and a part of the grounds.
All in all, it was pretty cozy, and virtually hidden from the general student body. In all her years at Hogwarts, Hermione had never once seen an alumni and had never come across any mention of them in the books on Hogwarts history. She had only learned about them when McGonagall had made her the offer after hearing about her desire to stay at Hogwarts.
Hermione was so focused that Ginny's soft voice jolted her out of her daze.
"Miss Granger," she said in a mock official-sounding voice. "Are you really studying at a time like this?"
Ginny's arms draped around her shoulders, her presence warm. Hermione smiled, tilting her head back to look at Ginny.
"Mm, sorry, Miss Weasley," she responded playfully in the same tone. "I guess I drifted off in my studies."
"Hm," Ginny said, coming around to sit in her lap, nestling against her, wrapped in a blanket. "Just don't let it happen again, Granger."
Hermione smiled, setting aside her papers.
"Very well, miss Weasley," she said softly, kissing Ginny gently. "I do have work to do, though."
Ginny sighed.
"I've got to study as well," she admitted. "I've got to do pretty well on my NEWTS if I want to be an auror."
"You'll do fine, Gin," Hermione said soothingly. "You're going to be a fantastic auror."
Ginny smiled, sinking back into her part of the chair.
"Thanks, Hermione," she said contentedly. They shared a comfortable silence for a few moments.
"I always admired how you could do that," Ginny said softly.
Hermione's eyes opened, her brow furrowing quizzically.
"Do what?"
"Get lost in a book," she answered, looking wistful. "How you can just… go somewhere else in the pages. I never got that."
Hermione blinked, thinking about it. She took her wand out, summoning one of her books to her lap.
Ginny blushed slightly. She looked somewhat… melancholy.
"Hermione," she began, hesitating slightly. "Could I just… watch you read?"
Hermione cracked open a book, giving Ginny a weird look.
"O...kay?" she said slowly.
"Thanks," Ginny said, nestling back in her blanket against Hermione.
After a while, Ginny dozed off again. Hermione softly shut her book and gently scooped up her lover, depositing her in the chair and tucking her in. She sat in the other chair, opening her book again.
She looked up from her book, stretched, and realized that several hours had passed. A soft moan from Ginny caught her attention. She looked over to see her lover still fast asleep, but with a rapidly forming bulge between her legs.
Hermione subconsciously licked her lips. It looked like Ginny was having quite a sensual dream.
Hermione slowly got up and walked over, drawing the blanket off of the redhead. Her cock was half-hard and rapidly hardening, while her pussy glistened with juices. Hermione slowly bent down, glancing up to make sure Ginny was still fast asleep, and lightly drew a finger over her wet folds. Ginny shifted slightly in her sleep, moaning softly, her folds pulsing under Hermione's touch.
Hermione reached her free hand down to her own crotch, rubbing herself. She was getting more aroused by the second, her wet slit moistening. She leaned towards Ginny, her tongue reaching out to caress her folds. A shiver went down Ginny's sleeping form. Hermione worked her tongue back and forth across Ginny's pussy, trailing it up over her clit- eliciting a louder moan from her sleeping lover- and up the shaft of her cock, stopping to flick the tip.
There was something thrilling about pleasuring Ginny while she was asleep. She'd done plenty to Ginny while she was awake, but… it was turning Hermione on almost more than she could bear. She took Ginny's length into her mouth, sucking on it like a popsicle. She began to finger herself, slipping one, then two fingers inside herself while she sucked Ginny's cock.
She slid Ginny's cock out of her mouth, standing in front of her and spreading her pussy open.
If Ginny woke up now, she'd be in for one hell of a sight.
Hermione straddled Ginny, sliding her long length inside herself. She moaned, placing her hands on Ginny's shapely, well-toned abs and rolling her hips, feeling Ginny's rock hard dick inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping it as it thrust in and out of her.
Hermione, aroused to no end by fucking Ginny while she lay sleeping, didn't last long. She came quietly, her pussy milking Ginny's shaft, causing her to come straight into Hermione, shooting her seed into her.
Hermione moaned loudly and collapsed onto her lover's sleeping form, her breasts in her face.
Ginny groaned, slowly blinking awake to find Hermione's breast in her face.
"W-wha…?" She said, pushing Hermione up to see her dick buried in Hermione. "Did you fuck me while I was asleep?!"
Hermione panted a bit, brushing hair out of her face. She gave Hermione a wicked smile.
"Um… Maybe."
Ginny grunted and produced her wand from somewhere, waving it and muttering something. Hermione yelped as her hands were fastened behind her back. Ginny grunted and grabbed Hermione around the waist, lifting her off of her cock and standing up. Hermione's eyes widened with just a little bit of fear.
Sometimes she forgot just how strong Quidditch training had made Ginny. Her powerful abs were shapely and well-defined, and her arms, while not heavily muscular, had an iron strength to them. With her rock hard cock springing out from her crotch, she cut an imposing figure.
Ginny spun Hermione around, turning and putting her in the chair.
"Wh- what are you doing?" Hermione said, a hint of panic and fear in her voice.
"It was very naughty of you to fuck me while I slept," Ginny said, dipping two fingers into Hermione's folds, spreading her juices over the tip of her cock. Hermione felt Ginny prodding at her asshole and whimpered softly. "You need to be punished."
"G-Ginny," Hermione said softly, shivering in anticipation. "I'm s-sorry, please don't do anything rash…"
"Oh, Hermione," Ginny crooned, stroking the side of her face seductively. "It's much too late for that."
She moaned as she slowly pushed herself into Hermione's ass, Hermione's teeth gritting as she pushed through into her. The first time they'd done anal, Ginny had been rough and fast. This go around she was taking her time, stretching Hermione's walls with her thick cock. Hermione moaned and shook uncontrollably, the now almost familiar sensation of pleasurable pain radiating out from her asshole.
Ginny slowly began to move, growling in pleasure at the tight feeling. Hermione was overcome with pleasure, her mind shutting down until all that mattered was the vast, indescribable pleasure. Ginny's thrusts slowly sped up until they reached a breaking point, Ginny casting her head back and shoving herself as deep as she could go, her cock twitching wildly as her hot seed sprayed out into Hermione's depths. Ginny pulled out, a satisfied smirk on her face as the spell gave way and Hermione collapsed onto the chair, sprawled out and moaning. Ginny stretched, viewing her work. White, milky sperm leaked out of Hermione's ass, pooling on the floor.
Hours later, Ginny was sitting at a table in the great hall, her books open as she sipped hot tea from a mug. She looked up as Hermione sat across from her, smirking behind her mug as Hermione winced when she sat down.
"Studying, hm Ginny?" Hermione said, sounding grouchy. Ginny just smiled at her.
"Listen, Gin," Hermione began. "I love you, but you kinda scare me when you get… well, scary."
Ginny's hand froze in the middle of putting down her mug, and a dark look came over her. Hermione's hand covered hers, gently pushing it down.
"Ginny," she said, now concerned. "Is there something on your mind?"
Ginny sighed, looking out a window.
"Later, Hermione," she said darkly. "Later."
She blinked, returning to herself. A smile crept onto her face.
"Now, how about we go back to your room and give your butt a little massage?"
Hermione winced.
"I could use a good rub," she admitted, standing up.
They left together, hand in hand.
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