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"Summer Days"
PAIRING: Ginny/Hermione
RATING: R
WARNINGS: AU. Ron and Hermione do NOT have a past history together. Girl slash, rough-ish.
SUMMARY: Hermione has lost all interest in Ron and Harry, she can't stand this house they're hiding out in and its just so goddamned hot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Things were so different now.
The house was decaying back into the earth it had come from, the supports and rafters and beams that man had put in could only hold out against time and nature for so long. Hermione bumped her head on the low ceilings countless times, swearing violently fervently every single time. It wasn't about the growing bumps on her forehead it was about the sagging beds with their moth-eaten covers and the dust that diligently blanketed every single thing in the house so that they were just particles of ash moving and barely breathing and gliding through the rooms.
It was the peak of summer. The sweltering heat made it simply wrong to move but Hermione couldn't just sit still she had so much energy and things to do and things to think and oh oh oh what would happen next? Would they survive would they die would it all be for nothing? What if this was all a dream? And what should she do about Harry and his constant preoccupation with conspiracies and Draco and the Dark Lord and Sirius and Remus and was he good enough could he do it and the pressure pressure PRESSURE. And where was Ron, why wasn't he here worrying why couldn't he comfort Harry the way he used to and why was he always looking at her in that altogether queer way as if the sight of her hurt hurt hurt.
Where had their youth gone?
Hermione sighed to herself, long and slow in and out she breathed for a long time, then she was brushing her brown hair over one shoulder and heading outside. It was so damn hot. She could see the air shimmer in that strange wet way as if she was looking into a reflection but she still couldn't see herself and what she was supposed to do and she just didn't want to care anymore. The girl found Ginny sprawled out on a blanket under the only shade the small backyard provided. Without invitation, Hermione flopped down next to the red headed girl.
They laid in silence for a long time. Hermione's mind was so crowded with thoughts and they were jostling for first position and priority but she couldn't listen anymore. It was like the satisfying click of a light switch. Her brain was wrapped neatly in the darkness of oblivion. She could ignore this, she honestly didn't didn't didn't care. She was even almost falling asleep when, "You're heating up all my air." Hermione blinked and half sat up. Her mind was truly utterly blank.
"I'm-- I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me." Ginny rolled over so she faced Hermione. Hermione had expected Ginny's expression to be joking... it wasn't. Hermione plopped back down, she didn't have time for this, she needed to think about all these much more important things!
"Tough." The half hearted buzzing of insects filled the pause. Ginny's eyes narrowed. Hermione lapsed into her worried silence again.
"Bitch."
"That's what they call me." She replied with little enthusiasm, marveling at Ginny's carefree attitude, didn't she realize how much they faced, didn't she know--- how couldn't she---. The silence stretched out before them, but Hermione was finding it hard to fall asleep again. She heard Ginny move around and then was promptly smacked in the face with Ginny's sweat soaked shirt. Hermione screeched and threw the shirt in the grass.
"Oh that was just mean." Hermione said, turning over to face Ginny.
"Yes, well, I am what I am." But Hermione wasn't listening, she was watching the beads of sweat pool in the dip above Ginny's navel. She was mesmerized by the small points of hips, the flat stomach leading up to the generous swell of Ginny's breasts, covered by a cotton white bra. She knew very well she shouldn't be looking at another girl like this, especially Ginny, but she was (in spite of everything) and she couldn't stop and she should be worrying she should be thinking and planning and being really fucking brilliant all the time--
"What?" asked Ginny, but when Hermione snapped out of it and looked up at the redheaded girl it felt like Ginny already knew what, and something more.
"What? Oh... I don't know, I've just never seen so many freckles I guess." Hermione lied. Ginny looked at Hermione for a long moment. The silence stretched on and Hermione wondered if maybe she had offended Ginny. But the redhead just tilted her head back and laughed, really laughed-- eyes squeezed shut, body shaking, mouth open wide and inviting. Hermione tried to stop, but she just couldn't take her eyes off Ginny. How long had it been since she laughed like that? Ginny was laughing and happy and beautiful and she was living, she was living and Hermione wanted to suck her vivacity out of her and it was as if she was seeing her for the first time, and god was she breathtaking and beautiful and sexy and she had exactly what Hermione was looking for-- and wait!
Hermione rolled back over, making like she was going to fall asleep again. Her mind was a riot. She couldn't remember why she had come out here and what she was supposed to be thinking about and the heat was just so goddamned oppressive--
"Hey Hermione, ever done anything with a girl?" Hermione's eyes snapped open and she shot upright.
"Excuse me?!" She asked, clearly shocked
"You know, have you ever kissed a girl or whatever?" Hermione's jaw couldn't work properly. It just hung there, all the moisture in her throat drying out. (Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatdidyouaskme !?) Ginny raised an eyebrow and Hermione closed her mouth and cleared her throat.
"No, well, not really." was her meek and cracked answer.
"Not really?" echoed Ginny, clearly interested. Her hands were tracing patterns on her lower stomach. Hermione watched those long pale fingers and wondered.
"Well there was this one time that Lavender kissed me when she was drunk after the Yule Ball." Hermione shrugged, faking a faltering nonchalance. "But that's about it." She daringly lifted her eyes to meet Ginny's gaze, she didn't see what she was looking for, she didn't even know what she was looking for what was she looking for? Ginny seemed disappointed. A soft "Oh" was her only response.
Hermione stared and in a rush-- "Why... have you?"
Ginny smiled up at Hermione and sat up. The two girls were eye to eye, god Ginny's eyes were so green green green-- "Yes." Ginny responded, completely unabashed. Her breathing was hotter than the summer air on Hermione's lips. Hermione's mind sluggishly tried to keep up with reality. What? What is going on? "Everything. Want me to show you?" Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. Her tongue darted out to wet her sandpaper lips.
Let her show me? Certainly not, no no no its much much too hot and we're both girls and your brother and Harry are inside and we're outside and there are so many important things and the Dark Lord and Snape and Dumbledore and Sirius and and and-- "Oh--Okay."
If Hermione had expected Ginny to descend upon her like so many previous lovers she was disappointed. The red head sat across from Hermione for a long moment, their breathing soft and shallow on each other's lips. Hermione cracked open an eye, and was greeted with Ginny's simple smile as those pale fingers caressed her cheek and gently gripped her jaw. Hermione closed her eyes again, deciding to follow Ginny's lead. When Ginny's moist lips met Hermione's, it wasn't what she had expected either. Where were the fireworks that were supposed to be popping off behind her eyes...? Actually it was rather the same as kissing a boy, soft and moist and wholly uninteresting... she wanted to cry, not even this could distract her from the impending war and god was she asexual and how could she not be attracted to Ginny and should she pretend like she liked this and she was just wasting her and Ginny's time and--Oh. Ginny's small tongue slipped inside Hermione's mouth to tangle with hers. A streak of pleasure shot down Hermione's spine and ended hotly in her damp underwear. Hermione shivered. Ginny didn't stop her leisurely exploration of Hermione's mouth. The redhead's hand dropped from Hermione's jaw and stroked down her stomach to sneak up under her shirt. Hermione froze, what would Ginny think of her, was she too small too big too rough... uninteresting? But Ginny's contented sigh into the brunette's mouth was all she needed to hear as those ivory fingers began kneading her breast then tugging and pinching at her nipple.
Hermione breathed Ginny's name as the other girl's lips parted and traced her jaw line. Hermione couldn't catch her breath, she reached down to tangle her fingers in that brilliantly red hair and Ginny began to suck at the base of her neck as her hand traced a fiery path beneath her flimsy skirt. Hermione's breath caught, dear god she was nervous! No one would ever let her live it down if they realized how undone she had become thinking of what this freckled girl with flaming hair and deep emerald soulful eyes thought of her but she couldn't ever remember being this nervous before. She wanted to study Ginny's reaction, wanted to know if she was enjoying this as much as she was... was she? was she? But Ginny's fingers just stroked her soaking pussy, before she delicately slipped one finger inside Hermione. Hermione's gasp turned into an outright moan as Ginny's teeth sunk into her neck and nipped at her skin, she was going to have bruises! and God, she didn't know she liked it so rough and primal. And now Ginny's finger was fucking her hard and fast and rough and twisting inside of her and she added two and she could just die right there oh god. She gripped Ginny's jaw and pulled the other girl into a fierce kiss, trying to tell her thank you thank you thank you and she was so hot she could just burst into flames and burn burn burn.
Ginny pushed Hermione down, half onto the blanket, half on the sticky, itchy grass. Hermione glimpsed Ginny's face, it was flushed and red and anxious in the heat and Ginny wanted wanted wanted just like Hermione did. She was just as sick of this fucking shit house and the boys and the madness that crept and crawled and lurked at every corner and waited so patiently for them to give in and resign and let it all just go. The girl's freckles blended into her skin and hair and the only thing that contrasted were her vivid dark eyes... a whole expression of utter abandonment and arousal so that Hermione had to look away and think of something else before she could concentrate on Ginny's kisses on her soft belly and the hot humid air touching her now exposed pussy. But wait wait wait, what were they doing, where were they going and what were they striving for so savagely? She frantically wondered if anyone would see them, but as Ginny's teeth nipped--hard and sharp-- on her inner thigh she couldn't didn't wouldn't care at all.
And then Ginny's tongue was lapping at her clit and her nails were rough and startling against her insides and those bright fireworks which she had always sorely missed were putting on a dazzling display behind her tightly squeezed eyelids. She could feel climax building somewhere deep within her body and now it was twisting and writhing and moving and she moaned aloud, loudly and sinuously and she could feel Ginny shiver violently in response. The heat of the day was pushing them down, driving them on and the buzzing of the insects roared in her ears as her blood thrummed through her veins and her muscles were bunching and contracting and she was tangling her fingers in Ginny's hair and tugging and pushing and she was coming oh god she was coming and she couldn't stop and this must be--no no no this was certainly without a doubt in the world what heaven looked and felt and smelled like.
PAIRING: Ginny/Hermione
RATING: R
WARNINGS: AU. Ron and Hermione do NOT have a past history together. Girl slash, rough-ish.
SUMMARY: Hermione has lost all interest in Ron and Harry, she can't stand this house they're hiding out in and its just so goddamned hot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Things were so different now.
The house was decaying back into the earth it had come from, the supports and rafters and beams that man had put in could only hold out against time and nature for so long. Hermione bumped her head on the low ceilings countless times, swearing violently fervently every single time. It wasn't about the growing bumps on her forehead it was about the sagging beds with their moth-eaten covers and the dust that diligently blanketed every single thing in the house so that they were just particles of ash moving and barely breathing and gliding through the rooms.
It was the peak of summer. The sweltering heat made it simply wrong to move but Hermione couldn't just sit still she had so much energy and things to do and things to think and oh oh oh what would happen next? Would they survive would they die would it all be for nothing? What if this was all a dream? And what should she do about Harry and his constant preoccupation with conspiracies and Draco and the Dark Lord and Sirius and Remus and was he good enough could he do it and the pressure pressure PRESSURE. And where was Ron, why wasn't he here worrying why couldn't he comfort Harry the way he used to and why was he always looking at her in that altogether queer way as if the sight of her hurt hurt hurt.
Where had their youth gone?
Hermione sighed to herself, long and slow in and out she breathed for a long time, then she was brushing her brown hair over one shoulder and heading outside. It was so damn hot. She could see the air shimmer in that strange wet way as if she was looking into a reflection but she still couldn't see herself and what she was supposed to do and she just didn't want to care anymore. The girl found Ginny sprawled out on a blanket under the only shade the small backyard provided. Without invitation, Hermione flopped down next to the red headed girl.
They laid in silence for a long time. Hermione's mind was so crowded with thoughts and they were jostling for first position and priority but she couldn't listen anymore. It was like the satisfying click of a light switch. Her brain was wrapped neatly in the darkness of oblivion. She could ignore this, she honestly didn't didn't didn't care. She was even almost falling asleep when, "You're heating up all my air." Hermione blinked and half sat up. Her mind was truly utterly blank.
"I'm-- I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me." Ginny rolled over so she faced Hermione. Hermione had expected Ginny's expression to be joking... it wasn't. Hermione plopped back down, she didn't have time for this, she needed to think about all these much more important things!
"Tough." The half hearted buzzing of insects filled the pause. Ginny's eyes narrowed. Hermione lapsed into her worried silence again.
"Bitch."
"That's what they call me." She replied with little enthusiasm, marveling at Ginny's carefree attitude, didn't she realize how much they faced, didn't she know--- how couldn't she---. The silence stretched out before them, but Hermione was finding it hard to fall asleep again. She heard Ginny move around and then was promptly smacked in the face with Ginny's sweat soaked shirt. Hermione screeched and threw the shirt in the grass.
"Oh that was just mean." Hermione said, turning over to face Ginny.
"Yes, well, I am what I am." But Hermione wasn't listening, she was watching the beads of sweat pool in the dip above Ginny's navel. She was mesmerized by the small points of hips, the flat stomach leading up to the generous swell of Ginny's breasts, covered by a cotton white bra. She knew very well she shouldn't be looking at another girl like this, especially Ginny, but she was (in spite of everything) and she couldn't stop and she should be worrying she should be thinking and planning and being really fucking brilliant all the time--
"What?" asked Ginny, but when Hermione snapped out of it and looked up at the redheaded girl it felt like Ginny already knew what, and something more.
"What? Oh... I don't know, I've just never seen so many freckles I guess." Hermione lied. Ginny looked at Hermione for a long moment. The silence stretched on and Hermione wondered if maybe she had offended Ginny. But the redhead just tilted her head back and laughed, really laughed-- eyes squeezed shut, body shaking, mouth open wide and inviting. Hermione tried to stop, but she just couldn't take her eyes off Ginny. How long had it been since she laughed like that? Ginny was laughing and happy and beautiful and she was living, she was living and Hermione wanted to suck her vivacity out of her and it was as if she was seeing her for the first time, and god was she breathtaking and beautiful and sexy and she had exactly what Hermione was looking for-- and wait!
Hermione rolled back over, making like she was going to fall asleep again. Her mind was a riot. She couldn't remember why she had come out here and what she was supposed to be thinking about and the heat was just so goddamned oppressive--
"Hey Hermione, ever done anything with a girl?" Hermione's eyes snapped open and she shot upright.
"Excuse me?!" She asked, clearly shocked
"You know, have you ever kissed a girl or whatever?" Hermione's jaw couldn't work properly. It just hung there, all the moisture in her throat drying out. (Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatdidyouaskme !?) Ginny raised an eyebrow and Hermione closed her mouth and cleared her throat.
"No, well, not really." was her meek and cracked answer.
"Not really?" echoed Ginny, clearly interested. Her hands were tracing patterns on her lower stomach. Hermione watched those long pale fingers and wondered.
"Well there was this one time that Lavender kissed me when she was drunk after the Yule Ball." Hermione shrugged, faking a faltering nonchalance. "But that's about it." She daringly lifted her eyes to meet Ginny's gaze, she didn't see what she was looking for, she didn't even know what she was looking for what was she looking for? Ginny seemed disappointed. A soft "Oh" was her only response.
Hermione stared and in a rush-- "Why... have you?"
Ginny smiled up at Hermione and sat up. The two girls were eye to eye, god Ginny's eyes were so green green green-- "Yes." Ginny responded, completely unabashed. Her breathing was hotter than the summer air on Hermione's lips. Hermione's mind sluggishly tried to keep up with reality. What? What is going on? "Everything. Want me to show you?" Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. Her tongue darted out to wet her sandpaper lips.
Let her show me? Certainly not, no no no its much much too hot and we're both girls and your brother and Harry are inside and we're outside and there are so many important things and the Dark Lord and Snape and Dumbledore and Sirius and and and-- "Oh--Okay."
If Hermione had expected Ginny to descend upon her like so many previous lovers she was disappointed. The red head sat across from Hermione for a long moment, their breathing soft and shallow on each other's lips. Hermione cracked open an eye, and was greeted with Ginny's simple smile as those pale fingers caressed her cheek and gently gripped her jaw. Hermione closed her eyes again, deciding to follow Ginny's lead. When Ginny's moist lips met Hermione's, it wasn't what she had expected either. Where were the fireworks that were supposed to be popping off behind her eyes...? Actually it was rather the same as kissing a boy, soft and moist and wholly uninteresting... she wanted to cry, not even this could distract her from the impending war and god was she asexual and how could she not be attracted to Ginny and should she pretend like she liked this and she was just wasting her and Ginny's time and--Oh. Ginny's small tongue slipped inside Hermione's mouth to tangle with hers. A streak of pleasure shot down Hermione's spine and ended hotly in her damp underwear. Hermione shivered. Ginny didn't stop her leisurely exploration of Hermione's mouth. The redhead's hand dropped from Hermione's jaw and stroked down her stomach to sneak up under her shirt. Hermione froze, what would Ginny think of her, was she too small too big too rough... uninteresting? But Ginny's contented sigh into the brunette's mouth was all she needed to hear as those ivory fingers began kneading her breast then tugging and pinching at her nipple.
Hermione breathed Ginny's name as the other girl's lips parted and traced her jaw line. Hermione couldn't catch her breath, she reached down to tangle her fingers in that brilliantly red hair and Ginny began to suck at the base of her neck as her hand traced a fiery path beneath her flimsy skirt. Hermione's breath caught, dear god she was nervous! No one would ever let her live it down if they realized how undone she had become thinking of what this freckled girl with flaming hair and deep emerald soulful eyes thought of her but she couldn't ever remember being this nervous before. She wanted to study Ginny's reaction, wanted to know if she was enjoying this as much as she was... was she? was she? But Ginny's fingers just stroked her soaking pussy, before she delicately slipped one finger inside Hermione. Hermione's gasp turned into an outright moan as Ginny's teeth sunk into her neck and nipped at her skin, she was going to have bruises! and God, she didn't know she liked it so rough and primal. And now Ginny's finger was fucking her hard and fast and rough and twisting inside of her and she added two and she could just die right there oh god. She gripped Ginny's jaw and pulled the other girl into a fierce kiss, trying to tell her thank you thank you thank you and she was so hot she could just burst into flames and burn burn burn.
Ginny pushed Hermione down, half onto the blanket, half on the sticky, itchy grass. Hermione glimpsed Ginny's face, it was flushed and red and anxious in the heat and Ginny wanted wanted wanted just like Hermione did. She was just as sick of this fucking shit house and the boys and the madness that crept and crawled and lurked at every corner and waited so patiently for them to give in and resign and let it all just go. The girl's freckles blended into her skin and hair and the only thing that contrasted were her vivid dark eyes... a whole expression of utter abandonment and arousal so that Hermione had to look away and think of something else before she could concentrate on Ginny's kisses on her soft belly and the hot humid air touching her now exposed pussy. But wait wait wait, what were they doing, where were they going and what were they striving for so savagely? She frantically wondered if anyone would see them, but as Ginny's teeth nipped--hard and sharp-- on her inner thigh she couldn't didn't wouldn't care at all.
And then Ginny's tongue was lapping at her clit and her nails were rough and startling against her insides and those bright fireworks which she had always sorely missed were putting on a dazzling display behind her tightly squeezed eyelids. She could feel climax building somewhere deep within her body and now it was twisting and writhing and moving and she moaned aloud, loudly and sinuously and she could feel Ginny shiver violently in response. The heat of the day was pushing them down, driving them on and the buzzing of the insects roared in her ears as her blood thrummed through her veins and her muscles were bunching and contracting and she was tangling her fingers in Ginny's hair and tugging and pushing and she was coming oh god she was coming and she couldn't stop and this must be--no no no this was certainly without a doubt in the world what heaven looked and felt and smelled like.