Hermione's Naivete

It was after breakfast a couple of days after Fred's burial. The kitchen was clean, and Fleur had started preparations for lunch soufflé. Hermione, not needed for the time being, went up to Ron's room to spend some time with him. She opened the door quietly, hoping to surprise him, and was frozen to the spot when she had it opened only a little way. Ron was in bed, his back to the door and propped up on a stack of pillows. The bed stretched down the right-hand wall away from the door. He was looking at a fan letter that he had just put down and then raised the enclosed photo. The image of a naked woman, probably 40 years old, sitting up in bed with her feet flat on the mattress and he legs spread open wide filled the photo. Her head was tipped far back, exposing her throat, and she reached up and began to extract an object from her mouth. As she did Hermione could see a bulge on her neck snaking up her throat. It was a fake cock, ridiculously long, what the muggles call a dido. After extracting it from her throat she reached down, spread her pussy wide open, and slowly pushed it deep into her glistening cunt. Her mouth dropped open in an erotic grimace as she pushed the dildo up her cunt. As with all magical photographs the scene looped itself over and over.

Ron dropped the photo on his chest and moaned. Looking down his body Hermione was shocked to see his cock fully exposed, and he was wanking away on it. Hermione knew she should close the door. She knew she was invading his privacy. She was witnessing something he probably wanted no one to see. But, as though frozen by an immobulus charm, her feet were unresponsive. He was wanking faster now, and his breathing was strained. Little noises as though he were straining with determination emerged, quiet but clearly audible. Then he started to cum, shouting two, three ropes of cum into the air and onto his stomach. With a deep sigh his head fell to the side and his hands fell onto his abdomen. Hermione softly closed the door. Hermione felt weak and found it difficult to process what she had just witnessed.

Turning around she looked straight into Ginny's knowing grin. Ginny held a finger up to Hermione's lips, gently took her hand, and led her down to the room they were sharing. Ginny closed the door, cast a locking charm and a silencing charm, then dropped onto the bed and looked straight at Hermione.

"Liked what you saw?" she inquired.

"You know?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. Ron is not very discreet. Never has been. We all live in a small house and secrets are very difficult to keep here. I saw some of the letters he was receiving. And I looked through some of mine so it isn't hard to guess what he has been doing in his room. Have you looked at any of yours?" Ginny wanted to know.

Hermione had to admit that she had been too busy to bother. And now her mail was being intercepted by her mail service so she wasn't bothered with it at all unless it was urgent. In many ways it was a relief. Her primary focus the last few days was bonding with Fleur, which was going handsomely, and offering emotional support to the family.

"Well," Ginny offered, "Let me show you a few of mine, although I'm sure you have many more than I do."

She patted the mattress on her left, gesturing for Hermione to sit down. With a flick of her wand she pulled her trunk over, opened it and summoned a stack of letters. They had all been opened and carefully returned to their original envelope. Ginny selected one and extracted the written letter, being careful to retain the photo in its sheath. She handed it to Hermione.

"Read it," she commanded.

Hermione began reading:

My dear Ms. Weasley. I have always admired you. Your beauty is rare and special. There is so much I wish I could tell you. Your heroics in the wizarding war are becoming legend. I would love for a chance to get to know you better. Can we meet soon? I can be the perfect boyfriend. I will worship you as a princess. I will rock your world. Please consider my offer seriously.

Hermione lowered the letter. Ginny extracted the photo. The face was vaguely familiar, but Hermione couldn't place it. He was bare chested and he was blowing her a kiss with his right hand. Hermione almost missed a small detail. His left hand was stroking the front of his jeans where a bulge was clearly evident, though the bottom of the frame only extended to halfway down his zipper. Hermione scanned the photo over and over. In her opinion, it was boldness going beyond the boundaries of lunacy.

"How rude," Hermione exclaimed. She was still shaken by the scene she had witnessed upstairs, Ron's was the first fully erect cock she had ever seen and the first ejaculation. She had not processed it yet and now she finds that Ginny, and probably herself as well, were receiving mail with lewd gestures. Ginny took the photo and letter, returned them to their envelope, and selected another. Starting with the letter Hermione read.

What is a hot babe like you doing with that half-blood child of a wizard. You need a real man. Let me show you what a real man can do to you. I will have you creaming so much you'll never go back to muggle-borns and half-bloods. You'll be begging for it before I'm through. You will moan and beg in ways you never imagined.

Ginny gave her the photo. It pictured a man in his forties, perhaps, nude and facing the camera with what can only be described as a lewd leer on his face. And, of course, he was stroking his hard cock. For the second time today, the second time in her life, Hermione witnessed a man masturbating. Hermione examined the scene carefully. It was hard to tell but his tool looked just a little smaller than Ron's. Then she caught herself, rejecting that thought and quickly returned the photo to Ginny. The next letter was a little different.

My little sex slave here wants you to join us. As good as she is at sucking cock, she's even better with pussy. Your red snatch will never know better until you get sucked and fucked by us. You will never be the same.

The photo showed a side profile of young lady, perhaps late twenties to early thirties, licking and sucking a cock. She wore a leather collar with several D-Rings around it. There was a silver chain dog leash hanging from the D-Ring at her throat and it appeared to be under tension, pulling her onto the cock. The collar was perhaps two inches high with large bold letters that read, "Fuck Toy." The scene began with one of his balls in her mouth that she released, licked, and then proceeded to lick up the shaft to its head. After taking the cock into her mouth she bobbed on it twice and then the man grasped the sides of her head with both hands, forcing the cock into her throat until her nose touched his public hair. As he forced himself into her mouth Hermione could see the bulge snaking down her throat. The woman raised her hands and placed them on his upper legsin a futile gesture to hold him back. With her hands in the frame it was revealed that she was wearing leather cuffs with D-Rings and a short chain binding them together.

Hermione was beginning to breathe unevenly. Much to her own surprise she was aware that her own pussy was starting to get moist, and she felt her lust rising. Her nipples had hardened. She thrust the letter and photo back at Ginny.

"Ginny," she finally spoke, "did you see what Ron was doing when he looks at his letters?"

"I did not need to. He's on the top floor and he has the most privacy in the house. He sometimes leaves his door ajar. Unless we have a purpose to go up there he usually has the most privacy. I've accidentally seen him stroking his meat in the past. I can hear his little moans and ragged breathing sometimes. It's obvious what he's up to without the need to see it. As I told you, it's hard to keep secrets in this family."

Hermione did not expect that answer. Wild thoughts began to race through her head. Since Hermione could manage more than one thought at a time a battle began to rage inside her head. Hermione's eyes were fixed into a ten-thousand yard stare, like the shell shocked soldiers during the war. It had been too much. Not only had she seen Ron's penis, but she witnessed him beating his cock and ropes of spunk shooting from it. Then, she was shown some random guy rubbing the front of his jeans followed by two more cocks displaying various stages of depravity. For Hermione this was outside of her experience and it put her into shock.

"They are not all like that," Ginny soothed her, sensing Hermione was in a state of shock. "Some are innocent fan letters; some are letters of gratitude from families throughout the wizarding world. Often the letters of gratitude described the danger and hardship they were subjected to, especially the half-bloods and muggle-borns who went before Umbridge. We really had a positive impact upon so many people. Don't overlook that. Please Hermione, I did not mean to shock you."

Hermione took a deep breath. After a moment she collected her thoughts and focused upon Ginny. Ginny smiled and held her hand.

"May I ask you a question, Ginny, a personal question?"

"Anything," Ginny replied.

"Do you actually sneak up and spy upon Ron when he's wanking?"

Ginny laughed. "Of course not."

Puzzled, Hermione asked, "Then how do you know that he does that, is doing that."

"The sound of arousal and release results in sounds that are different from others. We all sound a little different but there are some features that are unique. Little moans and sighs as we begin to masturbate and start to feel good, along with groans and heavy breathing as arousal builds. Then, as we feel our release starting to build, the breathing and the moans begin to sound more intense, more urgent. For some of the boys they sound a little like they are lifting a heavy weight and then they finish with a strong grunt. For me, I lose my voice, but I have often had to fight the urge to wail. Best not do that in such close quarters."

Hermione was looking at her intensely, with a thousand imagined thoughts going through her head of the boys and Ginny wanking away. Ginny wasn't sure she had been helpful.

"What noises do you make, Hermione?" she asked. "From the look on your face you must be doing something different."

Hermione froze. Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. Masturbate? Hermione had never. Then, without really thinking, Hermione blurted out, "I never..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

Now it was time for Ginny's eyes to widen. The Ginny became aware the Hermione's nipples were erect. Pausing to think for a minute she leaned a little closer to Hermione. Yes, it was unmistakable. Hermione was aroused. Her fragrance was easily detectable. She must be wet. Ginny, who grew up with boys and learned early to be cheeky, was immediately struck with an idea.

"Do you know how?" she asked Hermione.

"No," came the immediate reply.

There was a long pause as Ginny searched Hermione's eyes, the pupils were dilated. "Do you want me to teach you?" Ginny offered.

Hermione did not reply; she fixed her gazed into Ginny's eyes. She was not blinking. Ginny was running on instinct now, and Hermione's bedroom eyes gave her enough permission. Hermione's fragrance grew stronger. She's definitely wet, she thought to herself. Still, delicacy is called for. She did not want to spook her. With her wand, Ginny summoned several overstuffed pillows lying on the floor of her room and stacked them against the wall along the side of the bed.

"Here, Hermione, sit up into these pillows and get comfortable."

Ginny patted the mattress. Hermione cautiously complied, still not saying a word. When she was propped up against the pillows she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Ginny thought for a minute.

"OK. Why don't I go first?"

With that Ginny began to remove her shirt, pulling it up slowly while carefully scrutinizing Hermione. Beneath it Ginny wore a purple lace underwire bra that emphasized the swell of her breasts and shaped her cleavage nicely. A dense scattering of freckles adorned her shoulders and scattered down onto her chest and tits, also adorning the valley in her cleavage. No protest, she thought to herself. Next she stood and unfastened her jeans, drawing the zipper down slowly before splitting the flaps open and hooking her thumbs at the waist. She turned her back to Hermione and started to shimmy the garment down over her hips, rocking her hips as she did so, with a deliberate lack of haste. When they were past the widest part of her hips she bent over and slowly peeled them down her legs. Bracing herself with one hand on her desk she worked the jeans off her feet and stood up. Turning back to face Hermione she studied her face.

Hermione's eyes were taking it all in. Ginny's breasts were magnificent, Hermione guessed a D cup. And the small waist and swell of her hips spoke to Greco statuary perfection. Ginny wore bikini briefs that matched her bra. Hermione's arousal rose further. The outline of Ginny's pussy was displayed under the delicate fabric. Now Ginny reached behind and unclasped her bra, bringing her left arm across her chest to hold the cups in place while she lowered the straps. She waited a moment to catch Hermione's eye. She had her full attention. Ginny straightened her arms and let the bra drop to the floor.

Hermione was transfixed. Sans bra those beautiful boobs sagged only a little. Large pink areolas with pencil sized nipples capped the feminine mounds. The nipples were erect and extended at least three-quarters of an inch. Hermione had never imagined such an erect nipple. It was a vision that comported with her fantasy for herself. Hermione had small B-cups and had never thought of herself as sexy. If her wishes through puberty could have come true she would look like this sexy image before her. Her arousal heightened again and now she was aware that her panties were wet.

Ginny knew she was being admired, even lusted after, for her sexual charms. This was a new experience for her. While she was a confident young woman and knew she had what many girls only wish for the look in Hermione's eyes as they scanned her body aroused her.

Ginny turned her back on Hermione again. Again, she bent over and slowly worked her panties down off her hips and down her legs. Her pussy was now on full display to Hermione. The blushing pink of the meaty outer lips contrasted with Ginny's all too pale skin. Her inner lips were engorged and extended three-quarters of an inch beyond, just like her nipples. It was an erotic sight; beyond anything she may have conjured in her own imagination. After a long pause Ginny stood up and turned around and for the first time Hermione saw her neatly trimmed reddish-blonde bush, her thigh gap, and her inner lips hanging down between her legs. Hermione's nostrils flared and now she detected Ginny's scent.

"Sorry, Hermione. There is no delicate way to do this while you hug your knees like that."

With a swish of her wand Hermione's clothes disapparated and soon reappeared on the desk chair neatly folded.

"Come my love," Ginny cooed as she approached the object of her desire, "no need to be shy."

First she lifted her arms from around her legs. Hermione naturally crossed them now over her chest. Ginny gently repositioned her feet a foot and a half either side of Hermione's hip and then, with her hands on her knees, spread her legs open wide. She then pushed her feet further back, tipping up Hermione's pelvis and exposing her feminine core. Her fragrance flooded Ginny's senses. Light brown hair, untrimmed, adorned the V between her legs. Her outer lips were a little darker in tone and her inner lips more so. The hood over her pleasure button was well defined as was the little button, clearly engorged and erect. Ginny realized Hermione was soaked. Next she grasped her wrists and separated them, positioning them on the bed on either side.

"Your body is so sexy Hermione."

Hermione blushed, but she also gushed. This was going to be a very wet lesson. "Thank you," was all she could say.

Hermione's B-cups were very proud. Small areolas slightly dark highlighted her even darker nipples that were erect and pushing out half an inch. Hermione had what could easily be categorized as an athletic build. Compact and efficient as it was it did not lack feminine charms. Her waist was delicately smaller, her breasts were proud and ever so feminine, and her hips flared nicely in proportion to her frame. The fragrance of her arousal struck Ginny hard. Ginny leaned in and pressed her lips to Hermione's, reaching down at the same time to spread her feet further and push them farther back. Her tongue probed Hermione's lips and as their tongues began to dance Hermione began to tremble. Merlin this girl is hot, Ginny thought.

Ginny's hands caressed up her torso from her hips and enveloped Hermione's tits from beneath, squeezing as she worked them. Ginny stopped, and then began to tweak her thumbs over those swollen nipples.

"Aaah! Aaah! Oooh! Aaaaah! Huh! Huuh! Aaaaaah!" Hermione was gasping desperately. Waves emanated in circles from her nipples and shot through her body, inflaming her cunt and driving all thoughts, or even the ability to think, from her brain. She was in sensual overload like nothing she had ever experienced, let alone thought possible. Hermione thought of sex as a pure expression of love and affection. That sex involved such a consuming physical response had never occurred to her. Ginny, thinking back to the letter they examined earlier and the collar the blow broad wore, thought to herself, This girl is the perfect fuck toy.

Ginny rose up on her knees and shifted around until she was seated tight up against Hermione's left side. Hermione was breathing in ragged gasps. Hermione liked to be in control but now she was lost in an ocean of sensation that rendered her powerless. Leaning forward Ginny reached across Hermione with her right hand and grasped Hermione's right hand in hers. She moved it down to Hermione's slick mound, her hand on top and guiding Hermione's hand precisely where she wanted it. With her middle finger she pushed her pupil's middle finger down and positioned it onto her slick folds. It only took three strokes up and down for Hermione's finger to sink into her slit, splitting her swollen lips. Ginny maintained the up and down motion in slow, gentles strokes, forcing the pads of Hermione's palm onto the sensitive hood at the bottom of each stroke.

"Aiii! Aiii! Uhhh! Unhhhhh! Aiiiiiii!" Hermione flexed her hips and cried out every time that Ginny pushed her palm down to rub that delicate spot. With Ginny's index finger and ring finger she captured Hermione's index and ring finger and squeezed them in to rub her enflamed lips from the outside, delicately pinching them against her middle finger. Then she picked up the speed of the strokes.

"AAAAH! AAAAAH! OOOOOH! AAAAAAAAAH!" Hermione wailed in ecstasy, completely focused on the stimulation that had taken over the core of her very being. Ginny thanked Merlin she had remembered the silencing charm. Then, uncharacteristically for Hermione, she shouted out, "FUCK!"

"Ok, you hot little fuck toy, now for the mail event," Ginny taunted. With that she lifted Hermoine's hand and bringing her index, middle and ring finger together she placed them directly on top of Hermione's mound and began to rub in slow circles, passing over her clit with each pass. Her juices were everywhere and soon Hermione took control herself, circling faster and faster. Ginny removed her hand and watched. Hermione was pressing into her mound and flicking in circles with desperate urgency, and just as Ginny had explained, her noises seemed to reflect her frantic urgency.

"UHNNH! UHNNH! UHNNH! UHNNNNNH!" Hermione howled with each circle. She instinctively spread her legs wider, slumped down, tipped her pelvis up at a steeper angle, and worked her pussy at a desperate pace. Ginny watched the primal instincts overtaking Hermione, who as yet had no idea what outcome she was so desperately striving for. Ginny leaned forward. Capturing one nipple between her the fingers of her left hand and another in her teeth she abused the swollen buds. That was all it took.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Hermione cried. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Her back arched and her abdomen began to tremble. "FUCK YOU SLUTTY LITTLE WHORE!" Her legs were spasming now and she tipped her head back and cried out loud enough to raise the devil, "FUUUCK! AIIIEEEEEEEEE! FUUUCK!" No banshee ever wailed more ferociously. Ginny continued to abuse her nipples until Hermione's legs stopped their spasms. Immediately all the life drained from Hermione and she slumped into the pillows, totally sated. Deservedly so as, it seemed to Ginny, her orgasm lasted almost a full minute. Merlin, she's a sex machine! That was almost better than getting myself off, thought Ginny. Shifting Hermione to lay on the bed properly, on her right side, she gently placed a pillow under her head and kissed her cheek. Then she flopped down on her back behind her and attended to her own needs. It didn't take more than a minute before Ginny was thrashing under the spell of a very intense orgasm.

Laying in the afterglow the thought passed through Hermione's brain that this had been the first sexual experience she had ever had with another person, apart from snogging. An even more delicious thought was that it was Hermione's first sexual experience of any kind. Ginny was proud it had been with her. Turning to press up against the comatose Hermione's back she slipped an arm under her neck, captured her hand in hers, and the other reached around and captured one of those perfect tits. Then she closed her eyes and fell directly asleep.

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