Dressing quickly, Hermione went downstairs and got ready for the journey via Floo network to Diagon Alley. Ginny placed a hand on Hermione's butt, squeezing slightly. She shot her friend a look, begging her to stop, but Ginny knew she was getting aroused again, and had no intentions of giving her a break. Stepping into the emerald flames and declaring their destination, the girls vanished from The Burrow, reappearing in the familiar crowds of Diagon Alley.

"You can't keep doing this in front of everyone! What if someone finds out?"

"How would they find out? And anyway, isn't this fun? It's fun for me; I enjoy watching you, because I know what's going on... down there."

"I know... but in front of everyone...?"

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I think you're enjoying it - it's everything you've been wet-dreaming about for ages."

She knew her friend was right. She had been thinking about sex every day and night since she turned fourteen. Something about it actually being real was very different to how she imagined it - so sure she would be caught. But it felt amazing, having a secret kind-of-girlfriend.

"You're going to owe me tonight!"

"I've been reading. And practicing..." She blushed red.

Unsure of what to make of Ginny's unusual comment since surely she had only been with Hermione, she simply ignored it and moved in the direction of their first shop.

Upon entering Flourish & Blotts, Hermione felt that intense, pleasurable feeling between her legs return, stronger this time. Ginny was an exceptionally powerful witch, and given some practice Hermione could quite easily imagine being forced to her knees, begging for a merciful orgasm. But right now, she was just enjoying the warmth in her cheeks as she blushed pink, and the sticky cream in her knickers, knowing that Ginny was enjoying doing this to her. Ginny teased her throughout the day. Sometimes focussing so intently it made her squirm and gasp audibly, sometimes dropping the spell altogether to allow her to relax and return to the real world. The robe fitting was almost unbearable; Ginny maintained eye contact throughout, determined to increase the potency of the spell. She took Hermione right to the edge of orgasm and kept her there, pussy dripping and thighs shaking while the dresser moved her around and clumsily rubbed against her for the fitting. Absolutely sure she was going to cum, Hermione excused herself to go to the bathroom, hoping the break in eye contact would reduce the pressure. It did, slightly. She tried again and again to break the chastity charm, but to no avail. Frustrated, exhausted, she sat on the toilet - unable to touch her sensitive, cum-covered pussy.

"Are you okay, 'mione?"

"You know..."

"Open the door?"

Hearing the bolt slide across, Ginny pushed the door open and was greeted to a wonderful sight: her best friend sat on the toilet, red in the face, her soaked panties around her ankles, her bush glistening in the light, visibly dripping into the toilet. Ginny pushed the door closed to preserve their privacy.

"I can stop if you like?"

"I just need..." Hermione looked away, clearly still embarrassed by the subject.

"Not yet, not here."

"Why? After the stuff you've done all day?"

"What? Made you desperately horny in public? Your hormone-addled brain does that to you already - everyone's brain at our age does that."

"Most people don't... actually tingle... down there."

"Probably not. I'm sorry if I pushed you too far, I want you to be comfortable. Sex is all about having fun and enjoying each other. I'll stop for now, if you want."

"Or you could touch me?"

"Not yet. I think you need to calm down. Get dressed and let's finish our shopping."

"Please..."

Ginny turned and left, leaving a wide-eyed Hermione to pull up her pants, take a deep breath, and get on with the day. True to her word, Ginny allowed Hermione to continue the rest of their shopping trip without so much as grabbing her behind. Hermione had never considered the possibility of her being gay before. She had masturbated thinking about girls, but she assumed it was a physical attraction brought on by her oestrogen-infused teenage brain. But she hadn't even seen Ginny naked, and she could already begin a crush forming, like the crush she'd had on Viktor Krum. Maybe this was something? And surely Ginny felt the same way, otherwise she would never have suggested masturbating together?

Back at The Burrow, the girls went upstairs to sort through their shopping. Hermione immediately began dripping into her panties again, expecting Ginny to finally allow her some release. Upon seeing the tortured, agonised look in her friends eyes, Ginny simply said:

"No, not yet."

"Ugh why not?" Hermione grabbed Ginny by the arms and pressed their bodies together. "I've waited all day!"

"No you haven't, it's still light out. Tonight, after dinner."

"Why are you making me wait?"

"Because..." Looking at her feet and flushing slightly in the face.

"Go on."

She pulled her eyes up off the floor and stared straight into Hermione's soul. "I like power."

"Oh... um..."

"I've grown up with six older brothers, and then got to school and was surrounded by strong people like you and Harry. Having all this power over you since last night makes me feel... sexy."

"You're... you think you're in charge of me?"

"Well..." She unbuttoned Hermione's jeans, and placed a hand over her panties, gently holding her by the pussy - Hermione closed her eyes and breathed deeply, thrusting her hips forward slightly. "You're begging for it. And I'm going to keep teasing you until I don't want to anymore. And there's nothing you can do about it. I'd call that power... wouldn't you?" She removed her hand.

"Ahh... that's... keep going... please..."

"Pardon?"

"Please..."

Ginny smirked and walked straight out, heading back downstairs for dinner - once again leaving a soaking wet, embarrassed Hermione to fasten her jeans and pull herself back to reality.

After the longest dinner Hermione had ever sat through - an hour of tingling, rocking and blushing - Ginny finally announced that she was tired, and would be retiring for the night. She smiled knowingly to herself when Hermione quickly followed suit, almost racing her up the stairs.

"I'm going for a shower," announced Ginny.

"Oh, come on! Really? Can I come with you?"

"And risk someone seeing us? Absolutely not. You're going to wait here."

"Ugh!"

"I'll be back in ten."

Hermione flopped onto the bed, groaning in protest. But Ginny was right - she had no choice.

Twenty minutes later, Ginny reappeared, wrapped in a towel.

"All yours 'mione."

"What?"

"Go for a shower."

"But..."

"But what? Go on."

"Ugh! Fine! But then...?"

"Of course. I'm horny too, you know!"

Hermione left for the quickest shower of her life. The thought of Ginny being horny drove her absolutely crazy! Of course she was horny, she was a teenage girl too. But hearing it out loud made her stomach flutter.

Returning to the room in her own towel, she made a beeline for Ginny - how had by now put her pyjamas on and was sat in bed. Carelessly discarding the towel, she pulled back the duvet and climbed in, placing an arm around Ginny's waist and cuddling up to her.

"Kiss me...?" Hermione begged. Ginny reached an arm around her and shuffled down the bed, allowing Hermione to position herself on top and kiss her, deeply. Ginny's hand moved slowly down Hermione's back, exploring every curve, until it reached her naked butt. Grabbing and squeezing caused a moan from her brunette partner, so she took her other hand and lifted it to her breasts, gently but firmly rubbing and massaging until Hermione decided she had had enough. Pulling away from Ginny, she began pulling at her pyjama top.

"Please take this off," she whispered. Obliging, Ginny once again revealed her tiny, perfect tits, which Hermione immediately began holding and rubbing. Slowly moving down Ginny's body, causing her to squirm as she tickled her stomach, Hermione worked her hand down to the top of her pyjama bottoms, and then down to her thighs, which she rubbed. Long and firm, from the tops of her knees, up to her special place. Deep breaths and quiet moans from Ginny, along with feeling her hand very much back on her butt, inspired Hermione to keep going. Slowly, gently working her way up her friend's leg, she began rubbing with two fingers along her, feeling her labia and clitoris through the thin cotton. By now red in the face and eyes firmly closed, Ginny was beginning to feel her pussy oozing through her clothes and onto Hermione's fingers. Loving every second of it, she began slowly moving her hips to match the movement of her partner.

"Are you ready to take these off, too?"

"Um... okay. I've, er, never actually done this with a girl, so I'm a bit nervous."

Shocked by how quickly the power-hungry sex queen from earlier had vanished, Hermione tried to reassure her friend.

"It's alright, we are doing this together."

"Okay." She lifted her hips, and pulled her bottoms down and over her ankles, dropping them on the floor. Revealing to Hermione a perfectly bare pussy, no hair in sight.

"Wow! I didn't know you didn't... um, have... hair."

"There was a spell in the book to remove it, so I thought I'd try it. What do you think?"

"You're absolutely beautiful!"

"What?"

"I mean, I think it looks good."

"Thanks."

Hermione leant back in for a kiss, lifting one knee between Ginny's - her pussy dripping steadily onto Ginny's leg. She rubbed a finger along her partner's bare slit, fingering her folds and finding the pearl. Feeling the small, hard nub beneath her finger, she began applying gentle pressure and rubbing up and down in small, gentle flicks.

"Is that good?"

"Oh yeah... yeah!"

Ginny reached a hand up to Hermione's, and her finger was immediately coated in a day's worth of pent up girl-cum, rolling down her hand and dripping onto the bed.

"Oh my god, 'mione! I didn't know it could get this wet!"

"You're wet too!"

Fingering each other's clits, kissing deeply, completely lost in their own haze of pleasured moans and sighs, the two girls went at each other - increasing the pace slowly. Before long, Hermione's legs were twitching again, her hips spasming with each rub of her clit.

"I'm going to cum, Ginny! Am I allowed? Please...?"

"Try to hold it in, I'm getting close too!"

"I don't think I... uh, ugh, ah, uhhhhhhhh..." She came, her fully body shaking, her pussy screaming as shockwaves rocked throughout her young, tiny body. Time slowed as a day of edging and denial released itself all at once, arching her back and thrusting her hips. As her climax began to subside, Ginny slowed her fingering, Hermione's hips slowing in kind to a rough, clumsy jerking motion as her clit sent out more signals than she thought possible. Breathing forcibly, Hermione melted down onto the bed, moving Ginny's hand away from her over-sensitive area.

"Thank you..." she breathed, burrowing her head into Ginny's shoulder, curling her legs into the foetal position, Ginny's arm wrapping around her again, resting on her butt.

"Can you keep touching me? I'm worked up now..."

"Uh huh... give me a minute..."

Realising that Hermione wasn't going to get the job done, Ginny took her other hand and touched herself, gently brushing the tip of her clit until she was orgasming too - shaking and rocking under Hermione until she was too sensitive - forced moans escaping, she was not yet the master of the silent orgasm like Hermione was. The two girls lay there, panting and sweaty, their pussies and legs covered in girl-cum until Ginny reached for her wand, quickly cleaned up and turned off the light. They were asleep within the minute.