Fic: "The Definition of Inexperienced" for legomymalfoy
Happy witchwinter, legomymalfoy!
Title: The Definition of Inexperienced
Author: ?
Recipient: legomymalfoy
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling, no money is being made, no copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5000
Warnings: none
Summary: Ginny was subtle, all right. And Hermione was already in too deep when she realized she was being seduced.
A/N: Endless thanks to my lovely betas!
Hermione didn't know when she started noticing. It was so subtle.
The lingering glances, eyes wandering down her body, soft pink lip disappearing beneath a flash of white teeth. The extra bounce on the stairs, the skirt flying up just high enough for Hermione to accidentally glimpse a flash of red or black or whatever the color of the day was. Sitting with those legs slightly parted and that hand moving up just high enough for it to mean something and yet mean nothing. The soft touch on her arm, shoulder, the small of her back, always accompanied by a somewhat shy smile.
Ginny was subtle, all right. And Hermione was already in too deep when she realized she was being seduced.
They had always been close, of course, the girls sticking together in the midst of Harry and the Weasley boys. Hermione told Ginny all the things she could never tell Harry or Ron, and she was grateful for Ginny being there. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd had to keep all those things bottled up.
But now there was something there. Something more. It was an absurd concept to Hermione; she had liked Viktor, sure, and kissing him had been nice enough, but the single brief time she'd entertained the possibility of sex she'd ended up just laughing to herself. Sex wasn't for her. It wasn't something she was remotely interested in. She was sure that when she met the right person, she'd want to do it, but she didn't see that happening for a long time.
Sex with a girl wasn't even a possibility. That, she decided, was what made this truly absurd. The fact that every time Ginny touched her or looked at her that way this strange tingle ran up and down her spine and pooled somewhere near…
She didn't even dare think about that.
Hermione pushed it all out of her mind for days-weeks-trying her best to ignore it, because it didn't exist. Don't make something out of nothing, she told herself, don't even think about it.
And she didn't. Except for those few times a day when Ginny would flash her a smile, one eyebrow slightly raised, or look at Hermione and lick her lips, quickly looking away. That was when she couldn't ignore the warmth spreading through her, the pure physical reaction that she had never had to deal with before and couldn't possibly think of how to.
Around the time Hermione realized this all was happening (and tried her best to pretend it wasn't), Ginny began seeking her out more and more. To chat, to eat lunch, to get help with homework, to gossip about the boys. It was nice; Ginny was great fun. But sometimes, she just didn't know how to act. Ginny would sit so close to her, smile so easily, drop a hand on her wrist or knee just for a second and it all worked together to leave Hermione flustered and confused and desperate to pretend she noticed nothing.
It was nothing. This was a friendship, she insisted to herself, and Hermione, who had never been all that close with a girl before, had simply missed out on the part where girls got so friendly with each other growing up. Her best friends before Hogwarts had been her next-door neighbors, brothers who were one year above and below her; her best friends at Hogwarts had almost immediately become Harry and Ron; and at 16 years old, she had just never had a real friendship with a girl before. That was it. Ginny was still with Dean Thomas, in any case.
This was the mindset Hermione was in when Ginny, one blustery winter evening, asked if Hermione would help her with her Potions essay after dinner. Hermione agreed happily; she really enjoyed helping Ginny with her homework, as Ginny actually wanted to learn. It was refreshing to get to teach after having Ron and Harry always ask to just copy her assignments. They agreed to meet in the common room at seven.
When Hermione stepped into the portrait hole with the boys, Ginny was just coming down the stairs from her dorm, her books and notebooks tucked under her arm. Hermione promised to meet up with Harry and Ron later and walked over to her.
"Thanks for helping me, Hermione," Ginny said with a sweet smile.
"Shall we sit down?" Hermione asked, gesturing to an empty table. There was a raucous game of Gobstones going on in the corner which featured a number of third- and fourth-year boys yelling and slapping each other's backs as two faced off, and Ginny grimaced.
"I doubt we'd be able to hear each other in here," Ginny said. "Do you want to come up to my room and work? The other girls are gone, so it'll be quiet."
"Sure," Hermione said, though the thought of getting any work done in a dormitory seemed nearly as impossible; where would they sit, on the bed?
She followed Ginny up the stairs and into the fifth-year girls' dorm, which had been hers the previous year. Ginny threw her books down on her bed and flopped down beside them. Her skirt skittered up to mid-thigh and settled there without her noticing. Hermione swallowed and sat down next to her, legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
"So what are you working on right now?" Hermione asked, picking up Ginny's Potions text and flipping through it.
"Antidotes," Ginny replied with a yawn. "I thought we'd done enough last year, but apparently not. The essay is on common ingredients in antidotes and their other uses. I've got some common ingredients but I've no clue what their other uses could be, or why they are common, boy, it's hot in here," she continued, pulling her sweater and undershirt over her head so she was left in a tank top, "have you had to write something similar?" Her skirt had inched farther up her thighs, but, Hermione realized, she still hadn't noticed.
"Yes, yes," Hermione said, clearing her throat, "I'm sure I wrote the same thing last year. Well, I guess to start-"
"I broke up with Dean Thomas," Ginny interrupted, and Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Really? How come? I thought you two were doing well!"
"We were doing fine, I suppose. I just got…bored with him," Ginny said, and smiled a little guiltily. "I don't think he took it very well."
"Are you upset at all?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Ginny said, waving her hand. "Don't tell anyone, though, will you? I'm sick of people talking about it." She sat up.
"Sure, of course," Hermione replied, hesitated, and then put her hand on Ginny's shoulder. "You know, though, that if you were upset, you could tell me. I mean, you don't have to pretend he meant nothing to you, you guys were together for quite awhile."
Ginny glanced down at her shoulder and smiled. "Hermione, can I tell you something?"
"Of course!"
And Ginny kissed her.
A million thoughts rushed into Hermione's head and then disappeared as quickly as they had come. Ginny's lips were soft, and the skin around them was soft, and her tongue gently plied its way into Hermione's mouth and the slick slide of it warmed her entire body. Hermione suddenly felt hyperaware of every physical sensation: the heat of Ginny's shoulder beneath her hand, the delicate, hesitant feel of Ginny's hand coming to rest on her left hip, the tickling, feathery sensation of Ginny's hair falling forward into Hermione's face as the kiss deepened. She felt everything, and it felt wonderful. Slow seconds ticked on and after what seemed like a year, Ginny pulled back. Hermione stared at her, her mouth slightly parted, her breath coming in quiet pants.
"Ginny," she whispered hoarsely.
"I've been wanting to do that for months," Ginny said, slightly out of breath herself.
Heat rose in Hermione's cheeks. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny gave her a small smile. "You don't know how fucking beautiful you are, Hermione."
Before Hermione could retort, argue, say Ginny was wrong, ask what the joke was, Ginny had kissed her again, and this time it really did go on forever. Ginny's small hands slid around either side of her waist and pulled her closer, and Hermione fell against her, lost in a tangle of tongues and fingers and softness, everything about Ginny was so, so soft.
Ginny gently pushed Hermione back onto the bed so she was lying down and crawled on top of her, her hands tangling in Hermione's mess of hair, and Hermione tentatively placed her hands on Ginny's small waist, only to hear a quiet, breathy moan come from above her. Ginny's hips rubbed enticingly against her own, their breasts just barely pressing together and their legs tangling and Hermione was completely lost in it all, trying so hard to wrap her head around what was happening but unable to focus on one thought.
All of a sudden Ginny's hand was sliding up her side, pushing up the fabric of her sweater some. Her hand continued its slow movement until it was resting on her ribcage, framing her breast; it paused there momentarily, almost nervously, before moving on to cup it. It felt almost normal to Hermione at first, natural, and then she realized what was actually going on.
Ginny.
Her friend, Ginny, Ron's sister, Ginny, was not only kissing her but was the first person ever to feel her up. A girl.
Hermione didn't understand. She couldn't.
She turned her head to the side and pushed Ginny's hand hurriedly back down.
"I've got to go," she blurted out, rolling from underneath Ginny and swinging her legs back over the side of the bed, pausing there, sure that if she tried to stand up right away she'd just fall over.
"Hermione-" Ginny said, concerned, reaching out to her, and Hermione decided she needed to take that chance before Ginny could touch her again.
"Sorry, I've just remembered, I've got-a thing-" Hermione grabbed her book bag off the floor, stood on shaking legs, and started for the door. "I'll see you!"
She left without looking back and hurried to her own dorm, diving into her bed and pulling the covers over her face. She was, thankfully, alone.
What on earth had just happened? Hermione tried to think about it logically, but any way she looked at it, the words Ginny kissed me refused to truly process in her brain. The fact that she had been enjoying it in a way she had never thought possible made even less sense, and Hermione was sure she would have convinced herself that she had only let it go on due to shock were it not for the wetness she felt in her underwear. She had read about such things indicating a female's arousal, of course, but had never before had to think about it within the context of her own life, though she had wondered what it would be like.
She certainly never would have imagined it would have happened to her as the result of kissing a girl.
There was little about this that made sense, so Hermione decided to go over the facts. One. Ginny had kissed her, and she had kissed Ginny back. Two. Ginny had climbed on top of her, and Hermione had very willingly let her. Three. She had really, really enjoyed everything that was going on. Four. She was a girl. Ginny was, also, a girl. And five. Viktor had never come close to making her feel like that.
Hermione felt relatively calmed down by now, although more unsure about herself than she could ever remember being. Girls did not do these things with other girls.
….Did they?
The truth was, thinking about what had just happened made warmth spread from her stomach to the tips of her fingers. The way Ginny touched her…Hermione realized that Ginny wanted her. It was a strangely powerful feeling.
Hermione felt her cheeks beginning to return to a more normal color. She only wished she had someone to talk to; the thought of going to Harry and especially Ron was laughable.
After thinking a bit more, she resolved to figure it out on her own. She didn't have much of a choice.
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Three days passed and Hermione had only seen Ginny briefly, in the hallway or at dinner with other friends. She felt slightly embarrassed at their complete lack of communication over what had happened but incredibly relieved at the same time, because she had no idea how to deal with it. She had spent nearly all her free time these past few days in the Hogwarts library, searching endlessly for a mention of this kind of…activity…but found nothing. A sort of helpless feeling overtook her when she realized books wouldn't be able to assist her in this.
Just when Hermione had settled into the mindset that she and Ginny weren't ever going to be alone again, let alone talk about what happened, Ginny cornered her in the loo after classes had finished for the day.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed with a big smile, flipping her red hair over her shoulders while she watched Hermione wash her hands. "I've been trying to get to you all week!"
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said weakly. "How are you?"
"Great," Ginny replied. "Listen, I'm sorry about the other night. I just got carried away." Hermione glanced up and noticed that Ginny was trying awfully hard to look sincere.
"It's fine," Hermione replied much too quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up immediately.
"I mean, if you…" Ginny continued, her eyes boring into Hermione's. She paused, and then said, "I mean, never mind. I have to get going, I'm meeting some friends, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Of course," Hermione replied and Ginny was out the door.
Hermione may have been the definition of inexperienced, but she knew what that was.
An invitation.
She was left feeling even more flustered than before.
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All right, Hermione decided a few days later. All right.
She would ask Ginny to spend some time together. If anything happened…
…it wasn't her responsibility, right?
Despite every logical thought telling her she should put this whole ordeal away and never think of it again, those past few days had taken a toll on her body without her even being aware of it. She felt desire, and want, and desperate longing for a soft hand on her side again, pinkie brushing against the skin, and the feel of a warm, wet mouth against her own. This sort of fantasizing was something she had never experienced before. And it was, at the same time, the most frustrating and the most enjoyable experience of her life. She couldn't not see Ginny again.
"Ginny!" Hermione called when she saw her at dinner in the Great Hall. "Can we talk sometime tonight?"
"Of course," Ginny said with a pleased smile. "Meet you in the common room at eight?"
"See you then," replied Hermione, and went with Ron and Harry to eat.
For all that she tried, Hermione couldn't focus on her homework after dinner. She sat with the boys at a table in the Gryffindor common room, tapping her quill and staring at the Advanced Potions book sitting in front of her without reading a word of it. Ron and Harry were conversing easily, always looking to put off their work, but she only heard snippets of the conversation. Her mind was in overdrive. She jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Sorry," Ginny said from behind her.
"That's fine," Hermione said, her heart pounding.
"Why don't we go up to my room? I wanted to talk to you too," Ginny said, and Hermione nodded.
"See you guys later," Hermione said to Ron and Harry and they waved, completely engrossed in their argument about the role of the Queen in Wizard's Chess.
They walked up the stairs in silence, entered Ginny's empty dorm, and sat down next to each other on her bed. Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Ginny had burst out with, "I'm awfully sorry, Hermione, this has made things so awkward between us and I wish I could just take it back and so we could be how we were before, you're a really good friend and I can't stand it if this is going to change things-"
Hermione pulled together her courage, took a breath, and placed her hand on Ginny's knee. Ginny stopped abruptly and glanced down.
"Ginny…" Hermione said quietly, and without having to say another word, Ginny leaned forward and kissed her again, and all the frustrating, tantalizing torture that Hermione had been going through all week melted away. It was just Ginny and her gorgeous mouth, Ginny and her hot tongue sliding across Hermione's own, leaving her with the sensation of liquid fire passing between them. Ginny didn't wait this time; she pushed Hermione down, climbed on top of her and aggressively pushed up her sweater, biting down gently on Hermione's lip as she pulled back and then slid her mouth down Hermione's neck, sucking lightly the whole way and oh God, this was why she had come back. She hadn't imagined the pure heat that spread through her body or soft, insistent push of Ginny's breasts against her own.
This was incredible.
Hermione bit her lower lip to hold back a gasp as Ginny gently tugged on her earlobe with her teeth, hands sliding over her bare stomach and underneath her shirt.
Then Ginny was kissing Hermione again furiously, tongue thrusting hard into her mouth and Hermione threaded her fingers through Ginny's hair, cupping the back of Ginny's head and trying to match the intensity of her kiss. Ginny's hand found its way to Hermione's breast and just tentatively held it at first, as though Ginny was expecting Hermione to jump up and run away again, but this time Hermione just went with it, arching her back into the touch and pushing herself into Ginny's hand. She felt Ginny smile against her mouth.
"Staying this time, are you?" she murmured and Hermione laughed breathlessly.
"Ginny, I just want you to know that I've never-"
"I know, I know. It doesn't matter." Ginny pulled back some and considered Hermione carefully for a moment. "Just…tell me if anything's too fast, okay?"
Hermione nodded her assent and then Ginny's mouth was back on her neck, a hot wet trail that made her skin tighten as it was then exposed to cool air and caused shivers of pleasure to run through her body. Ginny slid her hand completely underneath Hermione's shirt and sweater, and Hermione felt a flush rise in her face, partly due to blushing, and partly due to the thought I'm actually doing this.
Ginny pushed Hermione's sweater up more insistently and Hermione lifted her shoulders, allowing it to be pushed around her neck and pulled over her head, leaving her collared white button-down. Ginny threw the sweater on the floor and sat up, straddling Hermione's hips, and tugged her own sweater over her head, dropping it to her right as well. She shook out her hair and popped open the top button of Hermione's shirt with a grin, almost immediately covering the newly-exposed skin with her mouth and sucking lightly. Hermione felt the next button go and Ginny's mouth moved with it.
Hermione noticed that she had been holding her breath and let it out, feeling her breathing quicken as Ginny worked her way down Hermione's body. As the next two buttons were undone Hermione's white cotton bra was exposed and Ginny stopped for a moment, slipping her tongue underneath its center. Hermione allowed a light, breathy moan to escape and then immediately bit down on her lip in horror. She could not believe she had just allowed that to happen; who made noises like that?
"Relax," Ginny whispered from between her breasts and then trailed her tongue back up until she took Hermione's mouth in a kiss. "Relax, it's okay."
Ginny's fingers deftly undid the rest of Hermione's buttons and she pushed the shirt open, sliding her mouth back down and cupping Hermione's breast in her hand, brushing her thumb over a hard, taut nipple. Her mouth followed and Ginny, to Hermione's complete surprise, wrapped her lips around Hermione's cloth-covered breast and flicked her tongue hard against her nipple through the thin bra. Hermione shuddered and her fingers twisted in Ginny's hair, holding her there; Ginny happily obliged, sucking hard as she ran one hand down Hermione's side to just barely toy with the waistband of her skirt. A whole new rush of arousal hit Hermione and she truly wanted, for the first time, to touch instead of just to be touched.
Hermione tentatively placed her hand on Ginny's waist, slipping it under the bottom of her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back, the narrow line of her waist as it flared out to her hips. It was so soft and lovely to touch, so different from Viktor's hard, straight lines of muscle. Hermione liked this a lot.
Ginny smiled at Hermione's touch and reached a hand behind her, quickly unhooking Hermione's bra and pulling it out from under her. Hermione obliged and shook it off her shoulders, slightly terrified but completely determined. Ginny threw it on the floor and began undoing the buttons on her own shirt; not wanting to be left out, Hermione helped, and soon Ginny's shirt joined the pile on the floor. Ginny quickly reached behind herself and unhooked her own bra and all of a sudden there they both were, completely topless. Hermione quickly noted how different Ginny's breasts seemed, slightly larger and rounder, fuller, and almost immediately an image came into her mind: herself with her mouth sucking hard on Ginny's nipple and the mere fantasy of it caused her to whimper.
Hermione sat herself up and pushed Ginny onto her back, seeing a pleased expression on Ginny's face, and mustered up the courage to mutter, "I just wanted to try something…"
Before waiting for a reply, afraid that she would lose her nerve, Hermione hesitantly reached her hand out to cup Ginny's breast and slid her tongue in a circle around Ginny's nipple. She noticed Ginny's sharp intake of breath, white teeth flashing as she bit down on her lip, and Hermione did it again and again, taking Ginny's nipple into her mouth and sucking hard on it. Then Ginny moaned, none of the whimpering, sighing moans that Hermione had let escape her but a true, loud, moan.
Hermione almost lost her mind.
Her other hand, of its own volition, it seemed, found Ginny's other breast and began playing with it, flicking the nipple and pinching it just slightly as her mouth worked its way up to Ginny's neck and back down. Ginny was positively squirming beneath her, her breath coming in loud gasps, and she felt Ginny's hands fall on the backs of her thighs and run under her skirt up to cup her arse. Hermione marveled at the fact that she could have this effect on someone.
Then all thought promptly left her mind as Ginny's hand moved between her thighs and one finger pressed against her soaking underwear. Hermione started, and the finger quickly withdrew.
"Sorry," Ginny said breathlessly.
"I was just surprised-" Hermione said, but was cut off by Ginny's mouth against her own. Ginny pushed Hermione over so they were lying side by side and slid one long, smooth leg between Hermione's, their breasts pressing together firmly as Ginny wrapped one arm around Hermione's back and pulled her close. Hermione relaxed into the kiss, into the smooth slick slide and twisting of tongues she was starting to grow used to.
"Do you want me to?" Ginny asked her, her hand moving to the zipper on the side of Hermione's skirt. Hermione bit her lip, pausing, and then nodded.
"Are you s-" Hermione pressed their mouths together before Ginny could ask, scared she would back out from fright. She wanted this more than she could ever remember wanting something, and she didn't want the little voice in her head repeating this isn't proper to interfere.
Her zipper was pulled down and Hermione wriggled out of her skirt, finding the zipper on Ginny's and doing the same. Hermione saw that Ginny had on some sort of lacy black knickers and her eyes widened; she suddenly felt slightly embarrassed about her old, white cotton pants.
Ginny's hand cupped her arse again as they kissed but this time slid around front, and soon Hermione had forgotten all about her pants as she parted her thighs slightly and Ginny's finger found her slit, delving inside. Hermione tried not to gasp; the feeling of the cloth against the sensitive skin of that little nub that she knew must be her clitoris was overwhelming. She couldn't remember ever being touched there-she had never even touched herself there. Ginny began softly rubbing in a circle and Hermione felt her hips buck involuntarily. She groaned softly, and Ginny pushed her onto her back, leaning over her, red hair trailing over her stomach.
"Is this okay?" Ginny asked her, taking her hand away to trail it over Hermione's body, brushing her fingers over one hard nipple, down her stomach, and pulling at her knickers. Hermione couldn't bring herself to reply; instead, she pulled off her pants herself, and Ginny, with wide, surprised eyes, pulled off her own. Hermione took a deep breath, grabbed Ginny's hand, and placed it below her navel.
Ginny grinned and kissed her and slid her hand back down, and before Hermione could think, she felt fingers push inside of her and curve forward, and God, Ginny was inside of her, and her fingers slid out and in again and her thumb pressed forward right into that incredible spot and rubbed and she felt herself getting lost in it, the sweet rhythm of Ginny's fingers, the filling and emptying sensations alternating too quickly for her to get accustomed to either one and the pure pleasure of it all almost too much. She and Ginny weren't kissing now so much as just breathing into each other's mouths, and Hermione rocked her hips into Ginny's hand, begging for more.
Ginny slid her fingers out and focused solely on Hermione's clit, rubbing hard, and moved her mouth down to Hermione's breast, taking one nipple between her lips and sucking hard before biting down oh so gently and a shiver ran down Hermione's spine, something sharp in the otherwise warm, pleasurable feelings coursing through her body.
Ginny shifted down the bed and laid one kiss over Hermione's hip bone before opening her with her fingers and swiping her tongue once, twice, over Hermione's clit. Hermione could feel something building up inside of her, a coiling, twisting heat that got more and more intense as Ginny's tongue circled her clit, slipped inside of her, fucked her-the word came into Hermione's mind, unbidden, and God, how deliciously dirty it felt. She fisted her hand in Ginny's hair as Ginny reached up and started playing with her nipple, thumbing and pinching and twisting just slightly and as her back arched into Ginny's touch, she tried to keep her hips from jerking uncontrollably. Ginny was licking and sucking her clit so furiously that Hermione was almost delirious and finally that coil exploded inside her in a rush of wet heat and spasms of pleasure and she was unable to control her jerking hips now and unable to help the moan that escaped her lips. The sensations overtook her, her clit so sensitive it was almost painful, and Ginny pulled back as Hermione's head fell to the side, her breath coming in gasps.
She lay like that for a moment, aware that Ginny was watching her and not caring, and then Ginny made her way back up, pressing her lips against Hermione's and oh God, she could taste herself and this was so, so dirty, but she didn't ever want to stop.
As they kissed, Ginny took Hermione's hand in her own and brought it down to her own soft curls. Hermione almost gasped as her finger slid down Ginny's slit and she felt how soaking wet she was, felt the heat of it all, and with Ginny's hand over hers she began rubbing Ginny's clit with two fingers, playing with it, lightly pinching it between them and slipping back and forth over it. Ginny groaned softly into her mouth and took her hand away, moving it up to cup Hermione's breast, and Hermione got into a rhythm, rubbing in circles, harder and quicker as Ginny trembled against her. Ginny began to snap her hips up, matching Hermione's rhythm, and Hermione slid two fingers inside Ginny, fucking her, in and out and in and out and Ginny was clinging to her and crying out and all of a sudden Hermione felt her come, felt Ginny tighten around her own fingers again and again and it was the most powerful she had ever felt.
She rubbed her hand softly over the silky folds and then Ginny took Hermione's hand to her lips and sucked her fingers into her mouth. It was so dirty and so purely erotic that Hermione's mouth dropped open and soon Ginny was kissing her and they lay together, a tangle of sticky wet skin and sweaty hair and sweet hands touching each other all over.
"That was fucking fantastic," Ginny said to break the heavy silence, and Hermione smiled, despite the swear. "You were fucking fantastic."
"Have you really been wanting to do that with me?" Hermione asked rather shyly, unsure of what one was supposed to do or say at times like these.
"For months," Ginny confirmed.
"Does it get to happen again?"
Ginny gave her an exaggerated leer, and Hermione laughed. "Next time, if you're good, I'll have to use my ties on you."
Title: The Definition of Inexperienced
Author: ?
Recipient: legomymalfoy
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling, no money is being made, no copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5000
Warnings: none
Summary: Ginny was subtle, all right. And Hermione was already in too deep when she realized she was being seduced.
A/N: Endless thanks to my lovely betas!
Hermione didn't know when she started noticing. It was so subtle.
The lingering glances, eyes wandering down her body, soft pink lip disappearing beneath a flash of white teeth. The extra bounce on the stairs, the skirt flying up just high enough for Hermione to accidentally glimpse a flash of red or black or whatever the color of the day was. Sitting with those legs slightly parted and that hand moving up just high enough for it to mean something and yet mean nothing. The soft touch on her arm, shoulder, the small of her back, always accompanied by a somewhat shy smile.
Ginny was subtle, all right. And Hermione was already in too deep when she realized she was being seduced.
They had always been close, of course, the girls sticking together in the midst of Harry and the Weasley boys. Hermione told Ginny all the things she could never tell Harry or Ron, and she was grateful for Ginny being there. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd had to keep all those things bottled up.
But now there was something there. Something more. It was an absurd concept to Hermione; she had liked Viktor, sure, and kissing him had been nice enough, but the single brief time she'd entertained the possibility of sex she'd ended up just laughing to herself. Sex wasn't for her. It wasn't something she was remotely interested in. She was sure that when she met the right person, she'd want to do it, but she didn't see that happening for a long time.
Sex with a girl wasn't even a possibility. That, she decided, was what made this truly absurd. The fact that every time Ginny touched her or looked at her that way this strange tingle ran up and down her spine and pooled somewhere near…
She didn't even dare think about that.
Hermione pushed it all out of her mind for days-weeks-trying her best to ignore it, because it didn't exist. Don't make something out of nothing, she told herself, don't even think about it.
And she didn't. Except for those few times a day when Ginny would flash her a smile, one eyebrow slightly raised, or look at Hermione and lick her lips, quickly looking away. That was when she couldn't ignore the warmth spreading through her, the pure physical reaction that she had never had to deal with before and couldn't possibly think of how to.
Around the time Hermione realized this all was happening (and tried her best to pretend it wasn't), Ginny began seeking her out more and more. To chat, to eat lunch, to get help with homework, to gossip about the boys. It was nice; Ginny was great fun. But sometimes, she just didn't know how to act. Ginny would sit so close to her, smile so easily, drop a hand on her wrist or knee just for a second and it all worked together to leave Hermione flustered and confused and desperate to pretend she noticed nothing.
It was nothing. This was a friendship, she insisted to herself, and Hermione, who had never been all that close with a girl before, had simply missed out on the part where girls got so friendly with each other growing up. Her best friends before Hogwarts had been her next-door neighbors, brothers who were one year above and below her; her best friends at Hogwarts had almost immediately become Harry and Ron; and at 16 years old, she had just never had a real friendship with a girl before. That was it. Ginny was still with Dean Thomas, in any case.
This was the mindset Hermione was in when Ginny, one blustery winter evening, asked if Hermione would help her with her Potions essay after dinner. Hermione agreed happily; she really enjoyed helping Ginny with her homework, as Ginny actually wanted to learn. It was refreshing to get to teach after having Ron and Harry always ask to just copy her assignments. They agreed to meet in the common room at seven.
When Hermione stepped into the portrait hole with the boys, Ginny was just coming down the stairs from her dorm, her books and notebooks tucked under her arm. Hermione promised to meet up with Harry and Ron later and walked over to her.
"Thanks for helping me, Hermione," Ginny said with a sweet smile.
"Shall we sit down?" Hermione asked, gesturing to an empty table. There was a raucous game of Gobstones going on in the corner which featured a number of third- and fourth-year boys yelling and slapping each other's backs as two faced off, and Ginny grimaced.
"I doubt we'd be able to hear each other in here," Ginny said. "Do you want to come up to my room and work? The other girls are gone, so it'll be quiet."
"Sure," Hermione said, though the thought of getting any work done in a dormitory seemed nearly as impossible; where would they sit, on the bed?
She followed Ginny up the stairs and into the fifth-year girls' dorm, which had been hers the previous year. Ginny threw her books down on her bed and flopped down beside them. Her skirt skittered up to mid-thigh and settled there without her noticing. Hermione swallowed and sat down next to her, legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
"So what are you working on right now?" Hermione asked, picking up Ginny's Potions text and flipping through it.
"Antidotes," Ginny replied with a yawn. "I thought we'd done enough last year, but apparently not. The essay is on common ingredients in antidotes and their other uses. I've got some common ingredients but I've no clue what their other uses could be, or why they are common, boy, it's hot in here," she continued, pulling her sweater and undershirt over her head so she was left in a tank top, "have you had to write something similar?" Her skirt had inched farther up her thighs, but, Hermione realized, she still hadn't noticed.
"Yes, yes," Hermione said, clearing her throat, "I'm sure I wrote the same thing last year. Well, I guess to start-"
"I broke up with Dean Thomas," Ginny interrupted, and Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Really? How come? I thought you two were doing well!"
"We were doing fine, I suppose. I just got…bored with him," Ginny said, and smiled a little guiltily. "I don't think he took it very well."
"Are you upset at all?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Ginny said, waving her hand. "Don't tell anyone, though, will you? I'm sick of people talking about it." She sat up.
"Sure, of course," Hermione replied, hesitated, and then put her hand on Ginny's shoulder. "You know, though, that if you were upset, you could tell me. I mean, you don't have to pretend he meant nothing to you, you guys were together for quite awhile."
Ginny glanced down at her shoulder and smiled. "Hermione, can I tell you something?"
"Of course!"
And Ginny kissed her.
A million thoughts rushed into Hermione's head and then disappeared as quickly as they had come. Ginny's lips were soft, and the skin around them was soft, and her tongue gently plied its way into Hermione's mouth and the slick slide of it warmed her entire body. Hermione suddenly felt hyperaware of every physical sensation: the heat of Ginny's shoulder beneath her hand, the delicate, hesitant feel of Ginny's hand coming to rest on her left hip, the tickling, feathery sensation of Ginny's hair falling forward into Hermione's face as the kiss deepened. She felt everything, and it felt wonderful. Slow seconds ticked on and after what seemed like a year, Ginny pulled back. Hermione stared at her, her mouth slightly parted, her breath coming in quiet pants.
"Ginny," she whispered hoarsely.
"I've been wanting to do that for months," Ginny said, slightly out of breath herself.
Heat rose in Hermione's cheeks. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny gave her a small smile. "You don't know how fucking beautiful you are, Hermione."
Before Hermione could retort, argue, say Ginny was wrong, ask what the joke was, Ginny had kissed her again, and this time it really did go on forever. Ginny's small hands slid around either side of her waist and pulled her closer, and Hermione fell against her, lost in a tangle of tongues and fingers and softness, everything about Ginny was so, so soft.
Ginny gently pushed Hermione back onto the bed so she was lying down and crawled on top of her, her hands tangling in Hermione's mess of hair, and Hermione tentatively placed her hands on Ginny's small waist, only to hear a quiet, breathy moan come from above her. Ginny's hips rubbed enticingly against her own, their breasts just barely pressing together and their legs tangling and Hermione was completely lost in it all, trying so hard to wrap her head around what was happening but unable to focus on one thought.
All of a sudden Ginny's hand was sliding up her side, pushing up the fabric of her sweater some. Her hand continued its slow movement until it was resting on her ribcage, framing her breast; it paused there momentarily, almost nervously, before moving on to cup it. It felt almost normal to Hermione at first, natural, and then she realized what was actually going on.
Ginny.
Her friend, Ginny, Ron's sister, Ginny, was not only kissing her but was the first person ever to feel her up. A girl.
Hermione didn't understand. She couldn't.
She turned her head to the side and pushed Ginny's hand hurriedly back down.
"I've got to go," she blurted out, rolling from underneath Ginny and swinging her legs back over the side of the bed, pausing there, sure that if she tried to stand up right away she'd just fall over.
"Hermione-" Ginny said, concerned, reaching out to her, and Hermione decided she needed to take that chance before Ginny could touch her again.
"Sorry, I've just remembered, I've got-a thing-" Hermione grabbed her book bag off the floor, stood on shaking legs, and started for the door. "I'll see you!"
She left without looking back and hurried to her own dorm, diving into her bed and pulling the covers over her face. She was, thankfully, alone.
What on earth had just happened? Hermione tried to think about it logically, but any way she looked at it, the words Ginny kissed me refused to truly process in her brain. The fact that she had been enjoying it in a way she had never thought possible made even less sense, and Hermione was sure she would have convinced herself that she had only let it go on due to shock were it not for the wetness she felt in her underwear. She had read about such things indicating a female's arousal, of course, but had never before had to think about it within the context of her own life, though she had wondered what it would be like.
She certainly never would have imagined it would have happened to her as the result of kissing a girl.
There was little about this that made sense, so Hermione decided to go over the facts. One. Ginny had kissed her, and she had kissed Ginny back. Two. Ginny had climbed on top of her, and Hermione had very willingly let her. Three. She had really, really enjoyed everything that was going on. Four. She was a girl. Ginny was, also, a girl. And five. Viktor had never come close to making her feel like that.
Hermione felt relatively calmed down by now, although more unsure about herself than she could ever remember being. Girls did not do these things with other girls.
….Did they?
The truth was, thinking about what had just happened made warmth spread from her stomach to the tips of her fingers. The way Ginny touched her…Hermione realized that Ginny wanted her. It was a strangely powerful feeling.
Hermione felt her cheeks beginning to return to a more normal color. She only wished she had someone to talk to; the thought of going to Harry and especially Ron was laughable.
After thinking a bit more, she resolved to figure it out on her own. She didn't have much of a choice.
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Three days passed and Hermione had only seen Ginny briefly, in the hallway or at dinner with other friends. She felt slightly embarrassed at their complete lack of communication over what had happened but incredibly relieved at the same time, because she had no idea how to deal with it. She had spent nearly all her free time these past few days in the Hogwarts library, searching endlessly for a mention of this kind of…activity…but found nothing. A sort of helpless feeling overtook her when she realized books wouldn't be able to assist her in this.
Just when Hermione had settled into the mindset that she and Ginny weren't ever going to be alone again, let alone talk about what happened, Ginny cornered her in the loo after classes had finished for the day.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed with a big smile, flipping her red hair over her shoulders while she watched Hermione wash her hands. "I've been trying to get to you all week!"
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said weakly. "How are you?"
"Great," Ginny replied. "Listen, I'm sorry about the other night. I just got carried away." Hermione glanced up and noticed that Ginny was trying awfully hard to look sincere.
"It's fine," Hermione replied much too quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up immediately.
"I mean, if you…" Ginny continued, her eyes boring into Hermione's. She paused, and then said, "I mean, never mind. I have to get going, I'm meeting some friends, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Of course," Hermione replied and Ginny was out the door.
Hermione may have been the definition of inexperienced, but she knew what that was.
An invitation.
She was left feeling even more flustered than before.
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All right, Hermione decided a few days later. All right.
She would ask Ginny to spend some time together. If anything happened…
…it wasn't her responsibility, right?
Despite every logical thought telling her she should put this whole ordeal away and never think of it again, those past few days had taken a toll on her body without her even being aware of it. She felt desire, and want, and desperate longing for a soft hand on her side again, pinkie brushing against the skin, and the feel of a warm, wet mouth against her own. This sort of fantasizing was something she had never experienced before. And it was, at the same time, the most frustrating and the most enjoyable experience of her life. She couldn't not see Ginny again.
"Ginny!" Hermione called when she saw her at dinner in the Great Hall. "Can we talk sometime tonight?"
"Of course," Ginny said with a pleased smile. "Meet you in the common room at eight?"
"See you then," replied Hermione, and went with Ron and Harry to eat.
For all that she tried, Hermione couldn't focus on her homework after dinner. She sat with the boys at a table in the Gryffindor common room, tapping her quill and staring at the Advanced Potions book sitting in front of her without reading a word of it. Ron and Harry were conversing easily, always looking to put off their work, but she only heard snippets of the conversation. Her mind was in overdrive. She jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Sorry," Ginny said from behind her.
"That's fine," Hermione said, her heart pounding.
"Why don't we go up to my room? I wanted to talk to you too," Ginny said, and Hermione nodded.
"See you guys later," Hermione said to Ron and Harry and they waved, completely engrossed in their argument about the role of the Queen in Wizard's Chess.
They walked up the stairs in silence, entered Ginny's empty dorm, and sat down next to each other on her bed. Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Ginny had burst out with, "I'm awfully sorry, Hermione, this has made things so awkward between us and I wish I could just take it back and so we could be how we were before, you're a really good friend and I can't stand it if this is going to change things-"
Hermione pulled together her courage, took a breath, and placed her hand on Ginny's knee. Ginny stopped abruptly and glanced down.
"Ginny…" Hermione said quietly, and without having to say another word, Ginny leaned forward and kissed her again, and all the frustrating, tantalizing torture that Hermione had been going through all week melted away. It was just Ginny and her gorgeous mouth, Ginny and her hot tongue sliding across Hermione's own, leaving her with the sensation of liquid fire passing between them. Ginny didn't wait this time; she pushed Hermione down, climbed on top of her and aggressively pushed up her sweater, biting down gently on Hermione's lip as she pulled back and then slid her mouth down Hermione's neck, sucking lightly the whole way and oh God, this was why she had come back. She hadn't imagined the pure heat that spread through her body or soft, insistent push of Ginny's breasts against her own.
This was incredible.
Hermione bit her lower lip to hold back a gasp as Ginny gently tugged on her earlobe with her teeth, hands sliding over her bare stomach and underneath her shirt.
Then Ginny was kissing Hermione again furiously, tongue thrusting hard into her mouth and Hermione threaded her fingers through Ginny's hair, cupping the back of Ginny's head and trying to match the intensity of her kiss. Ginny's hand found its way to Hermione's breast and just tentatively held it at first, as though Ginny was expecting Hermione to jump up and run away again, but this time Hermione just went with it, arching her back into the touch and pushing herself into Ginny's hand. She felt Ginny smile against her mouth.
"Staying this time, are you?" she murmured and Hermione laughed breathlessly.
"Ginny, I just want you to know that I've never-"
"I know, I know. It doesn't matter." Ginny pulled back some and considered Hermione carefully for a moment. "Just…tell me if anything's too fast, okay?"
Hermione nodded her assent and then Ginny's mouth was back on her neck, a hot wet trail that made her skin tighten as it was then exposed to cool air and caused shivers of pleasure to run through her body. Ginny slid her hand completely underneath Hermione's shirt and sweater, and Hermione felt a flush rise in her face, partly due to blushing, and partly due to the thought I'm actually doing this.
Ginny pushed Hermione's sweater up more insistently and Hermione lifted her shoulders, allowing it to be pushed around her neck and pulled over her head, leaving her collared white button-down. Ginny threw the sweater on the floor and sat up, straddling Hermione's hips, and tugged her own sweater over her head, dropping it to her right as well. She shook out her hair and popped open the top button of Hermione's shirt with a grin, almost immediately covering the newly-exposed skin with her mouth and sucking lightly. Hermione felt the next button go and Ginny's mouth moved with it.
Hermione noticed that she had been holding her breath and let it out, feeling her breathing quicken as Ginny worked her way down Hermione's body. As the next two buttons were undone Hermione's white cotton bra was exposed and Ginny stopped for a moment, slipping her tongue underneath its center. Hermione allowed a light, breathy moan to escape and then immediately bit down on her lip in horror. She could not believe she had just allowed that to happen; who made noises like that?
"Relax," Ginny whispered from between her breasts and then trailed her tongue back up until she took Hermione's mouth in a kiss. "Relax, it's okay."
Ginny's fingers deftly undid the rest of Hermione's buttons and she pushed the shirt open, sliding her mouth back down and cupping Hermione's breast in her hand, brushing her thumb over a hard, taut nipple. Her mouth followed and Ginny, to Hermione's complete surprise, wrapped her lips around Hermione's cloth-covered breast and flicked her tongue hard against her nipple through the thin bra. Hermione shuddered and her fingers twisted in Ginny's hair, holding her there; Ginny happily obliged, sucking hard as she ran one hand down Hermione's side to just barely toy with the waistband of her skirt. A whole new rush of arousal hit Hermione and she truly wanted, for the first time, to touch instead of just to be touched.
Hermione tentatively placed her hand on Ginny's waist, slipping it under the bottom of her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back, the narrow line of her waist as it flared out to her hips. It was so soft and lovely to touch, so different from Viktor's hard, straight lines of muscle. Hermione liked this a lot.
Ginny smiled at Hermione's touch and reached a hand behind her, quickly unhooking Hermione's bra and pulling it out from under her. Hermione obliged and shook it off her shoulders, slightly terrified but completely determined. Ginny threw it on the floor and began undoing the buttons on her own shirt; not wanting to be left out, Hermione helped, and soon Ginny's shirt joined the pile on the floor. Ginny quickly reached behind herself and unhooked her own bra and all of a sudden there they both were, completely topless. Hermione quickly noted how different Ginny's breasts seemed, slightly larger and rounder, fuller, and almost immediately an image came into her mind: herself with her mouth sucking hard on Ginny's nipple and the mere fantasy of it caused her to whimper.
Hermione sat herself up and pushed Ginny onto her back, seeing a pleased expression on Ginny's face, and mustered up the courage to mutter, "I just wanted to try something…"
Before waiting for a reply, afraid that she would lose her nerve, Hermione hesitantly reached her hand out to cup Ginny's breast and slid her tongue in a circle around Ginny's nipple. She noticed Ginny's sharp intake of breath, white teeth flashing as she bit down on her lip, and Hermione did it again and again, taking Ginny's nipple into her mouth and sucking hard on it. Then Ginny moaned, none of the whimpering, sighing moans that Hermione had let escape her but a true, loud, moan.
Hermione almost lost her mind.
Her other hand, of its own volition, it seemed, found Ginny's other breast and began playing with it, flicking the nipple and pinching it just slightly as her mouth worked its way up to Ginny's neck and back down. Ginny was positively squirming beneath her, her breath coming in loud gasps, and she felt Ginny's hands fall on the backs of her thighs and run under her skirt up to cup her arse. Hermione marveled at the fact that she could have this effect on someone.
Then all thought promptly left her mind as Ginny's hand moved between her thighs and one finger pressed against her soaking underwear. Hermione started, and the finger quickly withdrew.
"Sorry," Ginny said breathlessly.
"I was just surprised-" Hermione said, but was cut off by Ginny's mouth against her own. Ginny pushed Hermione over so they were lying side by side and slid one long, smooth leg between Hermione's, their breasts pressing together firmly as Ginny wrapped one arm around Hermione's back and pulled her close. Hermione relaxed into the kiss, into the smooth slick slide and twisting of tongues she was starting to grow used to.
"Do you want me to?" Ginny asked her, her hand moving to the zipper on the side of Hermione's skirt. Hermione bit her lip, pausing, and then nodded.
"Are you s-" Hermione pressed their mouths together before Ginny could ask, scared she would back out from fright. She wanted this more than she could ever remember wanting something, and she didn't want the little voice in her head repeating this isn't proper to interfere.
Her zipper was pulled down and Hermione wriggled out of her skirt, finding the zipper on Ginny's and doing the same. Hermione saw that Ginny had on some sort of lacy black knickers and her eyes widened; she suddenly felt slightly embarrassed about her old, white cotton pants.
Ginny's hand cupped her arse again as they kissed but this time slid around front, and soon Hermione had forgotten all about her pants as she parted her thighs slightly and Ginny's finger found her slit, delving inside. Hermione tried not to gasp; the feeling of the cloth against the sensitive skin of that little nub that she knew must be her clitoris was overwhelming. She couldn't remember ever being touched there-she had never even touched herself there. Ginny began softly rubbing in a circle and Hermione felt her hips buck involuntarily. She groaned softly, and Ginny pushed her onto her back, leaning over her, red hair trailing over her stomach.
"Is this okay?" Ginny asked her, taking her hand away to trail it over Hermione's body, brushing her fingers over one hard nipple, down her stomach, and pulling at her knickers. Hermione couldn't bring herself to reply; instead, she pulled off her pants herself, and Ginny, with wide, surprised eyes, pulled off her own. Hermione took a deep breath, grabbed Ginny's hand, and placed it below her navel.
Ginny grinned and kissed her and slid her hand back down, and before Hermione could think, she felt fingers push inside of her and curve forward, and God, Ginny was inside of her, and her fingers slid out and in again and her thumb pressed forward right into that incredible spot and rubbed and she felt herself getting lost in it, the sweet rhythm of Ginny's fingers, the filling and emptying sensations alternating too quickly for her to get accustomed to either one and the pure pleasure of it all almost too much. She and Ginny weren't kissing now so much as just breathing into each other's mouths, and Hermione rocked her hips into Ginny's hand, begging for more.
Ginny slid her fingers out and focused solely on Hermione's clit, rubbing hard, and moved her mouth down to Hermione's breast, taking one nipple between her lips and sucking hard before biting down oh so gently and a shiver ran down Hermione's spine, something sharp in the otherwise warm, pleasurable feelings coursing through her body.
Ginny shifted down the bed and laid one kiss over Hermione's hip bone before opening her with her fingers and swiping her tongue once, twice, over Hermione's clit. Hermione could feel something building up inside of her, a coiling, twisting heat that got more and more intense as Ginny's tongue circled her clit, slipped inside of her, fucked her-the word came into Hermione's mind, unbidden, and God, how deliciously dirty it felt. She fisted her hand in Ginny's hair as Ginny reached up and started playing with her nipple, thumbing and pinching and twisting just slightly and as her back arched into Ginny's touch, she tried to keep her hips from jerking uncontrollably. Ginny was licking and sucking her clit so furiously that Hermione was almost delirious and finally that coil exploded inside her in a rush of wet heat and spasms of pleasure and she was unable to control her jerking hips now and unable to help the moan that escaped her lips. The sensations overtook her, her clit so sensitive it was almost painful, and Ginny pulled back as Hermione's head fell to the side, her breath coming in gasps.
She lay like that for a moment, aware that Ginny was watching her and not caring, and then Ginny made her way back up, pressing her lips against Hermione's and oh God, she could taste herself and this was so, so dirty, but she didn't ever want to stop.
As they kissed, Ginny took Hermione's hand in her own and brought it down to her own soft curls. Hermione almost gasped as her finger slid down Ginny's slit and she felt how soaking wet she was, felt the heat of it all, and with Ginny's hand over hers she began rubbing Ginny's clit with two fingers, playing with it, lightly pinching it between them and slipping back and forth over it. Ginny groaned softly into her mouth and took her hand away, moving it up to cup Hermione's breast, and Hermione got into a rhythm, rubbing in circles, harder and quicker as Ginny trembled against her. Ginny began to snap her hips up, matching Hermione's rhythm, and Hermione slid two fingers inside Ginny, fucking her, in and out and in and out and Ginny was clinging to her and crying out and all of a sudden Hermione felt her come, felt Ginny tighten around her own fingers again and again and it was the most powerful she had ever felt.
She rubbed her hand softly over the silky folds and then Ginny took Hermione's hand to her lips and sucked her fingers into her mouth. It was so dirty and so purely erotic that Hermione's mouth dropped open and soon Ginny was kissing her and they lay together, a tangle of sticky wet skin and sweaty hair and sweet hands touching each other all over.
"That was fucking fantastic," Ginny said to break the heavy silence, and Hermione smiled, despite the swear. "You were fucking fantastic."
"Have you really been wanting to do that with me?" Hermione asked rather shyly, unsure of what one was supposed to do or say at times like these.
"For months," Ginny confirmed.
"Does it get to happen again?"
Ginny gave her an exaggerated leer, and Hermione laughed. "Next time, if you're good, I'll have to use my ties on you."