Hermione could hear the moans halfway down the corridor. She could hear the gasps of pleasure, the name that she'd grown to detest hearing being called out. She didn't even consider knocking as she pulled open the heavy wooden door and entered the Quidditch locker room.
Clearly, neither of the girls heard the door close shut behind Hermione, or maybe they didn't care, as the heavy breathing and requests for more continued to ring out loudly, echoing through the room. Hermione walked swiftly past the wooden lockers, benches, and chalk board, continuing through to the showers where she'd found her culprit many times before. She passed the entire row of shower stalls before she arrived at the very last one. Steam was pouring out of it, and Hermione knew it had likely been running for a while. It was there that Hermione found her. Ginny Weasley, with her girl of the hour.
The two girls were wrapped up in one another, the hot water streaming just beyond them as they were pressed up against the wall of the shower stall. Demelza Robins, said girl of the moment, had one hand in Ginny's hair while the other gripped tightly to the redhead's strong back, leaving scratch marks behind, all the while biting down on Ginny's shoulder and whimpering. Demelza was standing in a wide stance, her legs straddling Ginny's, and Hermione could see that Ginny's right hand was working furiously between Demelza's legs, while her left hand focused on the girl's breast, kneading it roughly. Ginny was speaking into Demelza's ear, and while Hermione couldn't hear what she was saying over the running water, she knew it couldn't be anything particularly appropriate for a Quidditch captain to be saying to one of her fellow teammates. Hermione wasted no time pointing her wand at the shower faucet handle, effectively turning the water off.
Demelza's eyes popped open wide and immediately landed on Hermione. Horrified, she pulled herself from Ginny and attempted to cover herself up. Ginny, on the other hand, turned around and shot Hermione a smug grin. Hermione glared back.
"Demelza, go," Hermione instructed firmly.
Demelza hurried past, frantically grabbing her clothes from the floor and throwing them on, before dashing out the door.
"Second time this week, Hermione... Reckon you've got some sort of obsession with me?" Ginny asked as she sauntered past, not attempting to cover herself up in any way as she casually began to dry off and pull her clothes on.
"At least Demelza's in your year – that's an improvement," Hermione stated flatly, still glaring at the girl. Ginny shrugged as she pulled a t-shirt down over her head and began to plait her wet hair, staring at Hermione with a light smirk on her lips.
Never in a million years did Hermione think that Ginny would be the most difficult student for her to deal with as a Head Girl. Upon her return for her seventh year at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had approached Hermione with the suggestion that she take on the Head Girl role. Hermione wasn't sure at first, as she really did want to just focus on her studies after all that she'd been through over the past seven years, but eventually accepted. She figured it'd be fine, and that she'd have Ginny to help her if she needed it. That was an oversight, apparently, as Ginny had become by far Hermione's biggest headache over the past few months.
Professor McGonagall had also approached her about Ginny after they'd been back at Hogwarts for a few weeks, requesting she keep a special eye on her as it'd appeared she'd been finding herself in more and more trouble since the beginning of term. Hermione figured it was just Ginny being her usual fiery self, possibly hexing someone who had mouthed off to her or goofing off in class, but she quickly found that those weren't the only ways in which Ginny was acting out. It turned out that Gryffindor Quidditch captain Ginny Weasley had taken it upon herself to use the Quidditch locker room for more than just motivating her team to victory.
Hermione had been patrolling the corridors alone one evening in October, when she heard what she thought was someone in distress in the Quidditch locker room. She crept in, wand at the ready, to find Ginny on her knees, face deep in a sixth year girl that clearly wasn't distressed at all, judging by the look on her face and the tight hold she had on the back of Ginny's head. Hermione immediately backed out of the room and waited down the corridor for the two to leave. Once the sixth year had left, Hermione took the opportunity to confront Ginny in the locker room where they could talk in private. Ginny wasn't fazed at all that Hermione had seen her or that she was so taken aback by what she'd seen.
"I'm not hurting anyone," she'd shrugged, "Clearly she was enjoying it, don't you think?" she'd smirked and walked past Hermione, ignoring her warnings of possible detention if she was caught misusing the locker room again.
Time and time again Hermione found Ginny in the locker room, always with a different girl. Demelza was probably the twentieth, though Hermione had lost count long ago. Deep down, she knew Ginny was grieving what she'd lost during the war, so while Hermione didn't agree with what she was doing and how casually and carelessly she was doing it, she'd made it her mission to cover up for Ginny so she could make good on her promise to Professor McGonagall to keep the younger girl out of trouble. Clearly, that was the only option, as Ginny wasn't stopping anytime soon. Hermione was growing tired of it though, and certainly wouldn't be tolerating it much longer, especially not while they were closing in on their N.E.W.T.s in a few months' time.
"Have you considered a charm to muffle the noise or, you know, to lock the door?" Hermione asked her irritably.
"Nope! No fun in that, is there? It's all about the risk, Hermione. The rush of possibly getting caught. Well, by someone other than you. Someone with actual authority," Ginny said, continuing to plait her damp hair.
Hermione clenched her jaw before speaking, "I do have actual authority, Ginny Weasley…"
"I'm not sure that I believe that, Hermione. All these empty promises of detentions if you were to catch me again, and yet? I haven't had a single detention all year. At least, not for this. And not from you," Ginny said, grinning at Hermione.
Hermione was furious, and so very tired, but she knew she had to be patient. She knew why Ginny was acting out, she'd lost so much, but it was really grating on Hermione now and she wasn't sure how much more she'd be able to take. She just wished Ginny didn't know her well enough to know exactly which buttons to push and when.
Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Just, don't let it happen again. If you insist on continuing this… Extracurricular activity… That you've found yourself so attached to, then please, use a charm so you don't get caught," she said as calmly as she could before turning to exit the locker room.
"She was really great, Demelza was."
Clearly, Ginny was holding out on pushing that particular button. Hermione gritted her teeth and whipped around to the smiling redhead.
"She's a person, Ginny! She deserves more respect than that! Just like all the others did! How can you be so indifferent while you do something so intimate with these girls?" Hermione asked furiously.
"Knew that would get you to stay," Ginny said, smirking up at Hermione lightly as she put the finishing touches on her plait.
Hermione shook her head in frustration, "Ginny, I don't have time for this. We both should be studying for our N.E.W.T.s, or do you not care about school anymore?"
"I care about school, I'm just not going to worry about it. I've got my hands full with other things, you see," she said, shooting yet another smirk at Hermione.
Hermione stared at the girl who she barely recognized. Yes, physically she was still Ginny, but since they'd gotten back to school, it was almost as if she'd taken on the personality of her fallen brother, Fred. So much sarcasm, never taking anything seriously, no regard for rules, and very little thought when it came to using others – it was so incredibly infuriating, but more than anything, it was heartbreaking.
Hermione gave Ginny a disappointed look and left the locker room.
The very next morning, Hermione woke early and got out of bed quickly. It was Sunday, and while most of her fellow classmates often slept in on Sundays, Hermione always took the opportunity to escape to the Prefects' bathroom for some quiet relaxation in the bath.
As she walked down the fifth floor corridor past the statue of Boris the Bewildered, she heard a familiar sound that she usually only heard in the corridor leading to the Quidditch locker room. Furious, she stomped down the rest of the corridor to the fourth door on the right, muttered the password between gritted teeth, and pushed the door open. Just as she expected, Ginny was in the bath in the Prefects' bathroom. Surprisingly, however, she was completely alone, meaning the moans were coming from her and that she was eliciting them herself. Hermione took a deep, calming breath as she tried to not to be affected by this, and entered the room. Hermione shut the door hard behind her, and Ginny looked up at her and shot her a pleased grin before pulling her hands away from her body.
Hermione huffed, "What are you doing here?"
"Relaxing… Can't you tell?"
Hermione blushed at this, but refused to let Ginny think she got the better of her and shot her a glare, "I'll clarify, what are you doing here so early?"
Ginny shrugged, the bubbles on the surface of the water rising and falling as her shoulders moved, "I thought you might like some company… Don't you come here early on Sunday mornings to relax?"
Hermione's jaw dropped momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure, "What in the world would make you think that I'd like your company in this way?"
Ginny shrugged again, "Haven't you heard? I'm a hell of a shag," she grinned up at Hermione, "Well, certainly you've heard…
"Ginny, stop."
"What? Really, not interested? Wow Hermione, you of all people know just how good I am, judging by how loudly I make girls – "
"Ginny, stop!"
Ginny did stop, looking at Hermione with her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Ginny, this has to stop! I know that you're just doing all of this to avoid dealing with your feelings from the war, but this is too much! You can't just shag away how you feel, Ginny! Even if you shag every single girl in Hogwarts, it won't bring Fred back!"
Hermione froze, immediately regretting bringing up Fred. Ginny's face had changed completely, from the mischievous smirk to an icy stare.
"This has nothing to do with the war… Or – Or with Fred…" she said, fiercely staring Hermione down.
"Ginny… It's okay if it does… I'm worried about you, and it might help if you were just willing to talk about – "
"I'm not talking about it!" Ginny shouted defiantly, her voice echoing throughout the large bathroom. "I can't…" she said suddenly much softer, her bottom lip trembling as she fought to keep from crying.
Hermione immediately kicked off her shoes and socks and sat down on the edge of the tub, not caring that her joggers were getting wet. She motioned for Ginny to come to her, and the younger girl obliged, closing the gap between them and collapsing into Hermione's lap, finally letting the tears escape freely. Hermione ignored the fact that the girl was completely naked and absolutely soaking her with bath water and tears as she cried in her lap – she was just relieved that Ginny was finally feeling her feelings instead of shoving them down with sarcasm and sex. Hermione rubbed the girl's slick, strong back and gently stroked her slightly tangled, wet hair, trying to soothe her the best she could. They stayed like that for a while, before Ginny eventually got herself under control and lifted her head from Hermione's lap, wiping her eyes.
Hermione gave her a kind, sympathetic look, "Are you alright?"
Ginny took a deep, settling breath, "No, but I will be… This helped… Thank you, Hermione… I know I've been such a pain this year… I'm sorry…"
Hermione reached out and gently stroked Ginny's wet hair again, "It's alright Ginny… I understand how difficult it is… I'm just glad you came to your senses before actually trying to shag me as well…" she said, chuckling lightly.
Ginny furrowed her brow slightly, "Hermione, you don't think I was lumping you in with all of those other girls I shagged, do you?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "That's certainly what it felt like. You didn't come here this morning to try and shag me?"
Ginny grinned a little sheepishly, "I mean, yes… But not in the way I've been shagging all of those other girls…"
"What does that even mean?"
"It means I actually care about you, Hermione. I didn't come here for just another meaningless shag. I came here to show you how grateful I am that you've been looking after me these past few months… Because I know that you have…"
Hermione studied Ginny's face, taking in how serious she looked.
"You could just say thank you and stop being such a pain in my arse…"
A lopsided grin pulled at Ginny's lips as she registered the light sarcasm in Hermione's tone, "I'll consider that as well… Come on, let me do this for you. Didn't you come here to relax?"
"Ginny, how do you know I even fancy women?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shrugged, "I'm not asking you to touch me or do anything to me, I just want to make you feel good…"
Hermione hesitated, still trying to read Ginny as she stared up at her, her bright brown eyes beginning to blaze with passion.
"Please, Hermione…"
Hermione glanced down as Ginny placed her hands on Hermione's jogger-covered thighs, her eyes grazing over Ginny's bare torso. The lines of her abs were tight and defined from Quidditch, her breasts were smaller than Hermione's, but still full, and her light pink nipples were hard, just begging to be touched. Hermione swallowed hard before looking back up into Ginny's eyes, which had darkened somewhat. Hermione hadn't really thought much about anyone sexually since she'd broken up with Ron before returning to Hogwarts, but she couldn't deny that she was curious as to just how good Ginny was. Based on what she'd heard over the past months, she could assume that she may be as good at shagging as she was at flying. And judging on how wet she was from just looking at Ginny's exposed top-half, Hermione very well knew that she was at least somewhat interested in women, if not very much so.
"Are you okay to do this, Ginny?"
Ginny smiled, and nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive," the younger girl quickly confirmed. "Can I kiss you, or are you really that repulsed by the thought of being with a girl?" she added with a smirk.
Hermione's eyes flicked down to Ginny's full, pink lips, suddenly imagining them on her lips, on her neck, on her chest. She thought of what she saw the very first time she'd walked in on Ginny, and felt herself get even more wet as a shot of arousal went straight to her center.
"Hermione…?" Ginny asked with an amused, knowing smile. "Can I kiss you?"
Hermione looked up to Ginny's eyes and nodded.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
Hermione cocked her head and gave Ginny a stern look as Ginny smirked up at her.
"Ginny…"
"If you want it, ask me to kiss you, Hermione."
Hermione wasn't exactly sure how in the course of a few seconds they'd gone from Ginny asking Hermione if she could shag her to telling Hermione she needed to ask for it if she wanted to be kissed, but honestly, she wasn't complaining. There was something incredibly sexy about Ginny being in control, and Hermione didn't mind the idea of letting go for once. She did come up to the Prefects' bath to relax, after all…
"I want you to kiss me, Ginny…" Hermione said, her eyes flicking down to Ginny's lips, then back up to her eyes.
"Good girl…"
Before Hermione could comment on how patronizing that was, even though she thoroughly enjoyed it, Ginny opened Hermione's jogger-covered thighs and pushed her naked torso against Hermione, kissing her hard. Hermione was shocked. Even her first kiss with Ron hadn't had half the passion this kiss with Ginny had. Ginny knew what she was doing, and she was very good at it. She deepened the kiss quickly, and Hermione felt another shot of arousal, this time going out to her fingers and toes as well as her center, as Ginny's tongue worked her's over skillfully. Hermione's hands were on Ginny's slick, strong back, while Ginny's were in Hermione's hair, dampening it with the warm, inviting bath water.
"Do you want me to take your clothes off?" Ginny murmured against Hermione's lips.
Hermione nodded.
"Ask me…"
"I – I want you to take my clothes off, Ginny," Hermione said, surprised to find a slight whimper in her tone.
"Well, if you insist…"
Ginny quickly pulled Hermione's loose jumper up over her head, and with one hand, unclasped her bra, tossing both articles of clothing back towards the wall of the bathroom. She took Hermione in for a moment, her eyebrows raised slightly.
"What…?" Hermione asked, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious and moving to cross her arms over her chest. Ginny grabbed her wrists gently, but firmly, preventing her from covering herself up.
Ginny shrugged a bit and smiled, "They're the nicest I've ever seen…"
Hermione blushed, then couldn't help but let out a small moan as Ginny leaned forward and began softly circling one of her nipples with her tongue. She brought a hand around to Hermione's back, right between her shoulder blades, and pushed Hermione further into her mouth, as the other hand began to lightly roll and pull her other nipple.
" Ginny…" Hermione moaned, arching her back to try and push herself even further into Ginny's mouth.
Ginny worked her breasts for a few minutes, switching between using her mouth or hand on the two, until Hermione pulled her up to her lips, kissing her desperately.
"I want you to take my joggers off…" Hermione murmured against her lips.
"What for?" Ginny asked, a light smirk on her full pink lips.
Another shot of arousal coursed through Hermione's body.
"I want you to touch me…"
"Where, Hermione?" Ginny whispered into her ear, kissing across her jaw and down her neck.
Hermione couldn't speak as she felt Ginny's tongue run over her pulse point before biting it gently and sucking on it hard before moving back up to Hermione's ear.
"Where do you want me to touch you, Hermione?" Ginny asked in a whisper, and Hermione could hear the smugness in her voice. Hermione couldn't bear to say it out loud, so instead she grabbed Ginny's hand and guided it down the front of her joggers to the settle on the neat mess of dark curls in between her legs.
"No further, hmmm…?" Ginny hummed into her ear.
Hermione turned her head and captured Ginny's lips in hers, before moving Ginny's hand further, dipping her fingers between her folds. Ginny smiled into the kiss, surely because of how incredibly wet Hermione was, before she pushed her fingers even further, gently caressing Hermione's entrance. Hermione whimpered uncontrollably into the kiss as Ginny's smile grew.
"Do you want me inside of you, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded as she crashed her lips against Ginny's again. She felt Ginny's fingers shift again, sliding over her clit in gentle little circles.
"Not here?"
Hermione felt her eyes roll back into her head a bit as she let out a moan and began shamelessly rolling her hips towards Ginny. She managed to open her eyes and saw Ginny smiling at her, looking both proud and aroused. Ginny pulled her hand out of Hermione's joggers, to Hermione's utter devastation, and quickly grabbed the sides of the joggers and pulled them down her legs before tossing them over towards her bra and jumper. She then pulled Hermione's hips forward so she sat perched on the very edge of the bath. She grabbed the back of Hermione's head with her left hand and pulled her into a searing a kiss, before running the fingers of her right hand back through Hermione's slick folds. Hermione moaned into Ginny's mouth as her fingers expertly slipped across the surface of her clit in light, delicate circles.
"Have you ever cum before, Hermione?" Ginny asked against her lips, her eyes dark with arousal.
Hermione stared at her for a moment, trying to steady her breathing while Ginny's fingers expertly circled her clit, before shaking her head no.
"Would you like to?"
Hermione nodded fervently.
"How?"
"How – However you want me to, Ginny… Ohhh!" Hermione moaned as Ginny slipped a finger inside of her while her thumb continued to rub small, tormentingly gentle circles on her clit. Ginny began to slowly pump the finger in and out of her, before she pulled out completely and Hermione felt a second finger at her entrance. She looked up and saw Ginny staring at her, eyebrows raised, as if she were asking permission to add a second finger. Hermione nodded eagerly and moaned again, louder this time, as Ginny pushed two fingers deep inside of her, her thumb still working over Hermione's clit.
Hermione had never felt this way before. She entire body was so sensitive, and she could feel something coiling up and building deep inside of her as Ginny worked. She rolled her hips towards Ginny in time with her thrusts, forcing the girl's fingers deeper inside of her. She put both hands on Ginny's face and pulled her in for a hard, deep kiss.
"I want you to taste me, Ginny…" Hermione breathed desperately against Ginny's lips.
Ginny pulled back and looked at her, again with pride and arousal on her face.
"Lay back."
Hermione did as she was told, laying back on the cold, bathroom floor. Ginny slowly pulled her fingers out and ran them up the length of Hermione's folds before placing both hands on Hermione's hips and leaning forward. She started at Hermione's entrance, dipping her tongue inside of Hermione, before licking up to her clit, swirling it around her tongue carefully. Hermione bucked her hips up into Ginny's mouth, wanting to feel more of her, and Ginny clearly got the hint as she buried her face into Hermione, applying the perfect amount of pressure against her. Hermione knew instinctively that she wasn't going to last too much longer, so she pushed herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch Ginny. Ginny glanced up at her and raised an eyebrow, dragging her tongue over her clit slowly before removing her right hand from Hermione's hip and burying two fingers inside of her again.
Hermione cried out at the immense pleasure of this, but fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to watch Ginny work. Ginny kept eye contact as well as her tongue ran over Hermione's hard, swollen clit and her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her. Hermione squirmed beneath her, still fighting to keep her eyes open, when Ginny broke contact with her clit to utter four quick words.
"Cum for me, Hermione."
Hermione did as she was told, her entire body unraveling beneath Ginny's touch as she pushed her fingers deep into Hermione and curled them back towards her while she sucked gently on her clit. Hermione's eyes slammed shut and stars popped behind her closed lids as she let out a moan so loud it reverberated off the walls of the Prefects' bathroom as her first orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed back onto the floor as her entire body tensed and relaxed, and she just barely felt Ginny slowly and gently pull her fingers out of her.
After she managed to regain her composure, she opened her eyes and sat up a bit to find Ginny smiling up at her, her head resting on Hermione's inner thigh.
"Are you too sensitive for me to taste you again? Not to cum, but to clean you up a bit? Can't have you going back to your dormitory like this, now can we…?" Ginny asked, her eyes dark and intense.
Hermione wasn't sure how this would go, but nodded anyway, desperate to feel Ginny's mouth on her again. Ginny lifted her head from her thigh and gently pushed Hermione's legs open further before lightly running her tongue flat along Hermione. It felt absolutely incredible. Hermione closed her eyes and lay back down, trying to memorize how everything felt as she wasn't sure she'd ever get the chance to feel just this good again, at least not with Ginny. After a minute or two, she heard a slight change in Ginny's breathing, and pushed herself up onto her elbows again to find that Ginny was touching herself, one hand working one of her pale, pink nipples, while her other hand was between her legs beneath the water. Hermione immediately got more wet at this and sat up further, causing Ginny to look up at her.
"I – Ginny do you want me to – "
Ginny shook her head no without breaking contact with Hermione, continuing the same long drags of her tongue along Hermione's folds. Hermione continued to watch Ginny roll her nipple between her fingers, and desperately wished she had a better view of what was going on beneath the water. As Ginny's hands sped up, so did her tongue, and Hermione felt the familiar coiling happening deep inside her again as she tried hard to keep her eyes on Ginny. Ginny's breathing and movements become more and more erratic, and as she drew herself closer and closer to the edge, she was bringing Hermione right along with her, until she couldn't take it anymore. For the second time that morning, Hermione came, loudly, and this time she wasn't alone. As Hermione cried out and arched her back, Ginny moaned into her folds and buried her face against her as she rode out her own orgasm. Eventually, both girls regained their composure, and Hermione sat up so she could better see the girl once again with her head resting tiredly against her thigh.
"Are you alright…?" Hermione asked tentatively.
Ginny nodded and lifted her head up from Hermione's thigh, "Come here."
Ginny reached out to Hermione and gently pulled her into the bath, wrapping her arms around her tight. Hermione's head was against Ginny's chest, and she could hear her heartbeat, and found it to be incredibly relaxing and reassuring. After all that had been lost during the war, it was nice to experience something so special with someone who was so very much alive.
"You know how to you told me to stop shagging all those girls?" Ginny muttered against Hermione's hair.
"Mmmhmm…" Hermione responded quietly, still enjoying the sound of Ginny's heartbeat.
"Well, how about I make you a deal?"
Hermione looked up, "What?"
"How about I stop shagging all those other girls, and instead, I just shag you?"
Hermione studied Ginny's bright brown eyes, trying to decipher what she meant by all of this, before giving up, no longer wanting to think so hard about things.
"Fine, but I've got one condition."
"And what might that be?" Ginny asked, a light, playful smirk on her lips.
"You teach me how to touch you next time."
Ginny grinned and nodded, capturing Hermione's lips in a firm, yet gentle kiss before pulling her in close again and kissing the top of her head. Hermione moved further into the embrace, and for the first time in a long time, felt 100% safe and relaxed.