Chapter Eight: A More than Fine First Time
Ginny POV
Even after the welcome and much appreciated distraction of Bill and Fleur arriving to take Victoire home, Ginny still hadn't come up with anything to say to Hermione. As she looked up, she saw that Hermione's expression still hadn't changed. She was standing next to the table separating the kitchen and the sitting room, still staring at Ginny with an unreadable look on her face.
"I – I have no idea where Victoire would've come up with something like that…" Ginny tried to chuckle, but it came out so strained it sounded as if she was coughing.
Hermione's expression still didn't change.
"I – I mean I did talk to her about the fact that I fancy women when I was over at Shell Cottage earlier this week… Maybe she just thought – "
"Auntie Ginny said that she wasn't going to tell you she loved you because you want to marry a man and not a woman…" Hermione quoted back to Ginny calmly.
Ginny winced.
"As intelligent as Victoire is, you and I both know she doesn't make up stuff like that… Besides, it was incredibly direct for a four-year-old, don't you think?' Hermione asked, her voice still calm.
Ginny crumbled.
"Hermione, I – I'm sorry… I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't think… Didn't want… I…" Ginny trailed off, still not sure how to go about this. She was terrified of losing the woman across from her, her best friend, the woman she loves.
"Ginny, is it true, what Victoire said? Do you love me?" Hermione asked, again still so calm.
Ginny took a deep breath and nodded, forcing herself to look directly into Hermione's dark brown eyes.
"How long?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ginny figured there was no use holding back now, whatever was going to happen was going to happen, and she didn't want to hide anything anymore. She couldn't.
"Honestly? I'd like to say since I saw you dancing with Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball, but I think it may have been before that, before I really even understood that I fancied girls… So, a long time…"
Hermione's jaw had dropped just slightly. Ginny couldn't decipher how Hermione was feeling, but threw caution to the wind and went for it anyway.
"Hermione, I love everything about you. I love the passion you have for your work and the well-being of others, all others. I love how hard you work to accomplish the goals you've set for yourself. I love how loyal you are to your friends, and I love how supportive and thoughtful you are. I love your brain, your dedication, your ambition. I love the little sprinkle of freckles that runs across your nose… They're fading now, but in the summer they're there, and they're so unbelievably cute. I love your hair, I always have, no matter how bushy it is or when you've got it tamed like you often wear it now… I love your eyes, and how they flash at me when I manage to get just under your skin, and how soft they get when you're proud of me… I love that you go to all of my Harpies matches, no matter how far away or what the weather's like, I know I can count on seeing your face in the crowd and it makes me feel like I can do anything… I – I love the way you say my name… Not Ginny, but Ginevra… I can feel it in my chest when you say it, I love when you "scold" me with it… I love the way you love my family, and how seamlessly you fit in… I know you were Ron's friend first… And beyond that as well… But I love that we've stayed the closest and that… That you're mine now… My best friend, at least…"
Ginny took a breath, urging herself to keep going.
"I'm sorry I've never told you… I was so scared to lose you… I still am now, but, I can't ignore it any longer… I guess I'm glad Victoire let the cat out of the bag, because I've been trying to summon the courage to do it for a while now, especially after all that's happened lately, but yeah… I do love you Hermione, as so much more than a friend. But I want you to know that if you don't love me the same way I love you, which I am fairly certain you don't, I hope it won't affect our friendship, because that's the last thing I'd ever want… With proper closure I – I feel confident in being able to move past this… I'd do anything to keep you in my life, however you want to be in it…"
Hermione was frozen, staring at Ginny, her mouth still slightly open. Ginny felt her entire body tense up at the realization of what she'd just done, what she'd just revealed.
"I – I understand if you need time to process all of this. I know it's a lot and – and I've been keeping so much from you for so long… I just… The risk of losing you has always outweighed the slightest of possibilities that you'd return the feelings I have for you… And I couldn't… But, here we are… I – I love you, Hermione…"
Still nothing from Hermione, as her dark brown eyes remained fixed on Ginny's bright brown eyes.
"Can you at least say something…? Anything…?" Ginny requested nervously, clenching her hands into fists and relaxing them again.
"I wasn't just feeling sad about Edward…"
Ginny furrowed her brow slightly, "What…?"
"The other night, when I… I wasn't just feeling sad about Edward…"
Ginny's eyebrows raised at the realization of what was being said, though she truly struggled to believe it, "Oh?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "Lately, I've been wondering if the way I feel about you is more than just loving you as a best friend… Edward seemed to allude to it, to the possibility of something more between us, and it led me to think about how I view you in comparison to how I've viewed my exes…"
Ginny swallowed hard, "And…?"
"I believe it's always been you, Ginny… You have always been my priority, and it's so easy to put you first in front of anyone that's been in my life… My house feels like a home with you in it… The pride I feel when I watch you compete with the Harpies isn't anywhere close to how proud I've felt of anyone else, including myself… If there's ever a problem in my life or I just want a bit of comfort, I always run to you… And this evening alone, with how you were with Victoire, and you jumping to action immediately to help me when I burned my hand… There's just so much about you that makes me feel…" Hermione trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
"Makes you feel…?" Ginny asked quietly.
"It makes me feel like you genuinely could be the perfect partner for me… I mean, you basically already are, and have been for years... But perhaps there's the possibility of something else… Something more… Something beyond friendship…"
Ginny felt her heart skip, "Okay but… You've only been with men, right…? I mean… How do you know you might… Feel that way about me…"
Hermione shot her a shy, but amused smile, "Well, I believe I tried to get to the bottom of that last night… But someone wasn't interested…"
Ginny gaped at her, "I – I didn't want to ruin our friendship! I thought you were just upset about your break-up, and I didn't want to take advantage of you!" Ginny said quickly.
Hermione laughed lightly and took a few steps forward, working to close the gap between the two of them, "You're so cute…"
Ginny blushed and gently bit her bottom lip.
"You're right, though. I know I have feelings of love for you, but I don't know if they truly do extend into feelings of – of physical love… Although… After I felt your muscles against my back the other night, I really haven't been able to stop thinking about them…"
Ginny's eyes widened slightly. She knew this was real and happening, but there was also a tiny voice in the back of her head warning her, telling her it was a dream. She had to fight against it. She had to believe what Hermione was saying.
"I trust you, Ginny. Completely. I want to know for sure if there could be something here between us, but I also don't want to take advantage of you, knowing how you feel…"
Hermione took another step closer.
"If I find that I'm not attracted to women as I am to men… Would we be able to still be friends… After… Whatever happens tonight…?" Hermione said slowly and nervously.
Ginny knew in that moment this was her's to take control of, as she was the one with the experience Hermione was lacking. She took a step forward, fully closing the gap between them, and rested her forehead against Hermione's.
"Of course… I think for now, if you're willing, we can both take a break from the overthinking and just – "
Hermione cut her off as she pressed her lips against Ginny's, and honest to Merlin, Ginny had never felt so right kissing someone in her entire life. Suddenly, Hermione's hands were gripping her waist and Ginny's hands were in Hermione's hair, sliding her fingers up into the loose brunette curls. Hermione took a step forward, pushing Ginny gently up against her own front door, pressing her body against hers as she deepened the kiss. A few moments later, they finally broke apart, both women breathing heavily.
"Well…?" Ginny managed, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she felt fairly confident in how Hermione would respond. Feelings of both confidence and relief were overtaking her now.
"I… I can't believe we've wasted so much time…" Hermione said breathlessly, looking from Ginny's eyes, to her lips, and back up again.
Ginny grinned and leaned forward, capturing Hermione's lips in hers again as she slowly started walking them backwards towards her bedroom. They stopped as the back of Hermione's legs hit the bed and Ginny felt Hermione lightly gasp into her mouth.
"We don't have to do anything more… Honestly… It's been a lot tonight already, and I'd completely understand if you wanted to stop," Ginny said as she pulled back a little to look into Hermione's eyes.
"We're taking a break from overthinking, remember?" Hermione reminded her as she put both hands on either side of Ginny's face, "Besides, I've never wanted someone more than I want you right now…"
That was all Ginny needed to hear. Her lips found Hermione's again, kissing them passionately yet gently, before they found Hermione's cheek, her jaw, her neck…
"Ginny…" Hermione whispered almost desperately, giving Ginny the permission and nerve she needed.
Ginny grabbed the bottom of Hermione's sweater and gently pulled it up and over her head, revealing a simple white bra beneath. Ginny continued her trail of kisses, moving down Hermione's neck to her chest, while Hermione's hands were tangled in Ginny's red hair, her fingernails lightly scratching at her scalp as Ginny peppered kisses across her soft skin.
"May I?" Ginny asked against Hermione's skin as her hand found the clasp of Hermione's bra.
"Please…" Hermione whispered, followed by a light yet husky laugh as Ginny unclasped her bra in one smooth attempt.
Ginny removed Hermione's bra slowly and stepped back to take her in, her jaw dropping slightly at the woman standing before her.
"What…?" Hermione asked as a light blush spread across her cheeks.
"You're so beautiful, Hermione…" Ginny said in awe before stepping towards her again.
Hermione stopped her, placing a hand on her chest, "You're overdressed now…" she whispered.
Ginny chuckled and went to take her own sweater off, but Hermione stopped her again as she pulled it up and over Ginny's head for her. Ginny had been in a bra in front of many, many women, but she'd never felt so comfortable in front of anyone else before. No, comfortable wasn't the right word. She did feel comfortable, but beyond that, this felt right, like this was the only woman she'd want to be in a bra in front of from now on.
"May I?" Hermione asked Ginny, her dark brown eyes searching Ginny's desperately. Ginny noticed how much darker Hermione's eyes had become since they'd entered her bedroom.
Ginny grinned, "Of course."
After only a bit of trial and error, Hermione successfully unclasped Ginny's bra as well and removed it. Ginny chuckled lightly at the pride and satisfaction on Hermione's face.
"Always a quick study, aren't you?"
Hermione gave her a knowing smile before her jaw dropped too as she took in Ginny's chest as well as the lines and ridges of her defined abs – thank you Quidditch.
Again, Ginny chuckled, "What do you think?"
Hermione shook her head and laughed lightly, "So much time wasted…"
Ginny took a step forward and wrapped her arms around Hermione, pulling her into a hug. She could feel the woman tense at the first moment their skin made contact, then immediately relax into her. Everything in Ginny's body was screaming at her to go, go, go, but she wanted to take her time – they both deserved that.
Ginny gently moved Hermione's hair behind her shoulder and resumed kissing her warm soft skin, starting at her neck and moving down slowly. She could hear Hermione's breathing start to speed up, coming now in audible, wavering breaths. She took Hermione's hands and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, before moving to her knees. She put a hand on each of Hermione's knees and opened them slowly, smiling lightly at the look on Hermione's face as she did. She moved forward to situate herself between Hermione's legs and put her hands on her back, pulling the woman flush against her again. She kissed gently in between Hermione's breasts before looking up into her dark brown eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. Hermione nodded quickly, then exhaled loudly as Ginny took an already hardened nipple in between her lips.
Hermione POV
Hermione's brain felt as if it had gone into overdrive. She couldn't rationalize, couldn't process, couldn't overthink anything at this point… The only thing, literally, on her mind right now was Ginny. Ginny, on her knees in front of her. Ginny, between her legs. Ginny, using her lips and tongue masterfully on her nipple to make her feel better than she ever had before. She could feel Ginny's strong hands on her back, supporting her, gently pushing her forward towards her. Merlin, her hands were strong. She felt one hand drop away, but felt it again on her breast, kneading it gently as Ginny moved her mouth to her other nipple, swirling her tongue around it before taking it between her lips. Merlin, Ginny was good with her mouth. Hermione felt herself pushing herself forward, trying desperately to get closer to Ginny, to get further into her mouth. Her entire body craved the touch of her best friend, of the woman she so very clearly loves. She put both hands on the back of Ginny's head, weaving her fingers between thick, red tresses, pulling Ginny closer to her. She felt Ginny smile against her, then gasped as Ginny's teeth came into play, gently biting her nipple. Oh, it felt so good.
Ginny looked up at her, and Hermione's brain went even fuzzier at how dark Ginny's bright brown eyes had gotten. They were the same kind, thoughtful, and slightly mischievous eyes that she'd always known and loved, but they were also desperate now, passionate and hungry… Hermione pulled Ginny's mouth up to hers and kissed her forcefully, her tongue gliding past Ginny's lips in an attempt to get more of Ginny. That's all her brain wanted, all it was focused on… More Ginny.
Suddenly, Ginny was back on her feet and pulling her to stand as well, before she dropped back down to her knees in front of her.
"May I?" Ginny asked again, her hands now on the button of Hermione's jeans.
Hermione could only nod at this point, unsure of if she'd ever be able to speak properly again. Ginny made quick work of her button and zipper, and slowly slid Hermione's jeans down her legs, kissing along the length of her legs as she did. Hermione was now standing in front of a kneeling Ginny, with only her cotton pants between them, which is exactly where Ginny was looking before she looked up, wordlessly asking for permission again as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Hermione nodded quickly before a moan left her lips as Ginny put her hot mouth on Hermione, kissing her through her pants.
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped as she threw her head back. She remained upright only because Ginny's strong hands were on her lower back, stabilizing her.
"Ohhh… F – Fu… Ginny, please!" Hermione begged as she desperately tried to push her own pants down her legs. Ginny took one hand from her back and pulled them down the rest of the way, before guiding Hermione to sit back down on the edge of the bed. She took one more look up at Hermione, a look that took Hermione's breath away, before placing her hands up underneath Hermione's thighs, opening them, and softly dragging her tongue up through Hermione.
"Fuck! Ginnyyy!" Hermione whined as she threw her head back again.
Hermione had always assumed that Ginny must be good in bed with how many women she'd been with over the years, but nothing could've prepared Hermione for what it would be like to actually be with her. Absolutely nothing. Ginny was gentle at first, letting her tongue ghost through Hermione's folds. Hermione wasn't sure if it was just her getting more wet, Ginny's saliva, or both, but she was absolutely soaked and oh so sensitive by the time Ginny moved her attention to her clit. Again, so gently, her tongue caressed Hermione's clit skillfully, using just the right amount of pressure before increasing it slightly after Hermione let out another moan of pleasure.
"Ohh Ginny, fuck!"
Hermione felt Ginny smile against her, and she knew it was because of the language she was using. Hermione had only ever sworn in very rare occasions, and never before had she swore during sex, but the way she was feeling now absolutely elicited the explicit language, because fuck, did she feel good.
Ginny's right hand left Hermione's left leg, and then she felt Ginny's finger at her entrance. She looked down to see Ginny looking up at her, and she barely managed to get one full nod in before Ginny slipped a finger deep inside of her.
"T – Two…" Hermione requested, and Ginny immediately obliged, adding another finger.
Hermione was very aware that it was Ginny who was inside of her right now, and that alone had apparently been enough to take her over the edge. The coil that had been building up inside her since they began kissing snapped, and her entire body flexed as she felt the orgasm grab hold of her.
"Ginnyyyy!" Hermione whined as she collapsed back on the bed, Ginny somehow keeping her mouth on her and her fingers in her as Hermione rode out her orgasm.
A few moments later, Hermione felt Ginny slowly and gently remove her fingers from her, and she managed to prop herself up on her elbows to look down at the woman. Hermione was sure she'd never forget the look on Ginny's face, the perfect combination of both lust and love so evident amongst the freckles. A small smile began to form on the Ginny's lips that were shining with Hermione, and Hermione knew right then that she wanted this forever.
"Come here…" Hermione requested, scooching herself up the bed. Ginny obliged, getting to her feet and moving to lay down on the bed beside her.
"Wait!" Hermione said, motioning for Ginny to walk around to stand beside her side of the bed. Again, Ginny obliged.
Hermione then began undoing Ginny's jeans, and pulled them down her legs. Ginny pulled them off the rest of the way. Hermione pulled Ginny's pants down as well, and again, Ginny pulled them off the rest of the way. Hermione took Ginny in, her pale, freckled skin glowing in the dull light of the moon and stars shining through her bedroom window. Hermione had never seen anything so beautiful, the way Ginny was soft yet so defined and strong, the lines of her body making her look as if she was a sculpture, they were so perfect. She was so perfect.
Hermione moved herself to the very edge of the bed, and put her hand on the small of Ginny's back, pulling the woman closer to her.
"May I?" Hermione asked quietly. She was so glad her voice didn't waver, because she could feel herself vibrating with the excitement and nerves of what she was wanting to do next.
Ginny swallowed and nodded as she bit her bottom lip.
Hermione leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ginny's abs before moving down and kissing the small patch of neat red curls between Ginny's legs. Ginny let out a soft, low moan, which gave Hermione the confidence she needed to proceed. Tentatively, Hermione pushed her tongue past Ginny's folds, and they both reacted at the same time, Ginny letting out another, much louder, moan as Hermione gasped into Ginny. She had never ever felt this good in any of her previous sexual experiences, and she knew now that she'd never go back.
With every noise Ginny made, Hermione got more brave, more daring as she dragged her tongue up and down from Ginny's clit to her entrance. The taste of Ginny on her tongue, the feeling of her hot and wet in her mouth, it was everything. She focused on Ginny's clit, trying to replicate what Ginny had done to her, alternating between running her tongue purposefully over the surface of it to taking it in her lips, sucking it gently. What she was doing, combined with the moans of pleasure from Ginny, was turning her on so much, she had her legs clamped together tight and had begun to try to move against them to get pressure where she needed it the most. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her cheek, and she looked up.
"Lay back…" Ginny instructed in a low, hoarse voice. Hermione did as she was told, and Ginny climbed into the bed on top of her, her legs on either side of Hermione's which were still clamped shut, striving for the desired friction she so desperately needed.
"Open up your left leg," Ginny instructed again in that same, husky tone. Hermione would do just about anything with Ginny using that voice.
Hermione opened up her left leg and whimpered softly as she could hear and feel just how wet she was. Ginny smiled as she put her right leg up underneath Hermione's left, and hitched her left over Hermione's right. Hermione realized immediately what was happening and she pulled Ginny down to her, smashing both sets of lips together at once.
Hermione moaned loudly into Ginny's mouth as she felt Ginny's wetness against hers, the pressure absolutely perfect. She moaned even louder as Ginny began to move her hips, pulling back and then pushing forward, all the while kissing Hermione as if she'd never get to kiss her again. Hermione grabbed her left knee and pulled it back towards her and out, opening herself up for Ginny even move.
"Fuck Hermione," Ginny hissed quietly as she began to roll her hips faster and harder, one hand on the bed beside Hermione's head with the other clutching the headboard. Hermione kept one hand on her knee, the other on Ginny's back, as if that made any difference in the force at which Ginny was rutting against her now.
"Oh f – fuck… Hermione…" Ginny gasped, her face beginning to screw up in desire. Hermione could feel that Ginny wasn't far off as they slipped against each other, and neither was she.
"Ginny, I'm close…" Hermione whispered desperately, and it absolutely had the desired effect.
Ginny let go of the headboard and threw her head back, her muscles flexing impressively as she literally rode out her orgasm against Hermione as Hermione grabbed her hands and stabilized her, keeping her upright. Hermione came too as she felt Ginny's orgasm crash against her in a literal wave, lifting her hips just enough to maintain the pressure against Ginny she so desperately needed as Ginny drenched her. Once both women came back, chests heaving as they fought to regain their breath, Ginny lifted herself off of Hermione and lay down next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her in close as she pulled the quilt over top of them.
For a long time, they were quiet, Ginny gently playing with Hermione's loose curls as Hermione drew random shapes on the soft skin of Ginny's chest. It was so relaxing, so comfortable, so right. Eventually, Ginny pulled back to look at Hermione.
"So…?" she asked, and Hermione could tell the woman was nervous.
"As far as my first time with a woman is concerned… Let's just say it was so much more than fine…" Hermione said.
Ginny's brow furrowed before she realized what Hermione was referring to, then she laughed.
"Better than fine, huh? I'll take it," Ginny grinned as she kissed Hermione gently.
"Ginny… It was perfect. So, so perfect. You're perfect," Hermione said as she smiled up at the woman holding her.
"So are you…" Ginny said, "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you…"
Hermione's smile softened as she put a hand on Ginny's cheek, stroking it with her thumb, "It's alright… If you'd like, we can spend the rest of our lives telling each other how perfect we are… And how much we love one another… Doesn't sound too bad, does it?"
Ginny grinned as she leaned forward, capturing Hermione's swollen lips in hers, kissing her softly. Hermione could burst with the amount of love she felt in this one, simple kiss – she truly couldn't believe she'd gone so long without kissing this woman, her very best friend, her Ginny.
They got up, got ready together in the bathroom, changed into overlarge jumpers and joggers, and climbed back into bed. Hermione kissed Ginny goodnight before turning her back to her and snuggling into her front, pulling Ginny's arm around her.
"Cold?" Ginny asked teasingly.
"I'm not sure I ever was…" Hermione admitted as Ginny chuckled lightly.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Ginny."