Distraction

Distraction

Ginny didn't mind spending large amounts of time in the Hogwarts library. When your girlfriend was Hermione Granger, Head Girl and perfect student, getting familiar with the library was pretty much unavoidable.

However, everyone had their limits. And Ginny's limits did not extend to being cooped up in the book repository on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

"Are you almost finished?" she asked for the second time.

Hermione glanced up from the NEWTs revision notes she was frantically compiling, "Sorry to keep you waiting, I only have a few more inches to go." After a quick, apologetic smile, she returned to poring over the heavy books spread all over their table.

With a long-suffering sigh, Ginny took out her own quill and parchment, and tried to find some way of distracting herself. It wasn't like Hermione to be inconsiderate, but when it came to schoolwork, the girl had a single-minded diligence that simply could not be de-railed. With a few quick strokes of her quill, Ginny sketched out a Quidditch pitch and fourteen stick-figure players. A tap of her wand brought the figures to life, and Ginny began ordering them through a series of Quidditch maneuvers.

Ginny glanced up again after running through the Hawkshead Attacking Formation, Parkin's Pincer, and the Parskoff Ploy. Hermione had apparently hit a goldmine of information in one of her sources, and was scribbling furiously on her parchment.

Dipping her quill into the inkwell again, Ginny added some gusting wind to her diagrams, which buffeted the animated players left and right. Hermione's quill continued to scratch non-stop.

Ginny threw in a hail storm. Hermione peered intently at her books, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Ginny unleashed a plague of frogs, and finally gave up when she could no longer distinguish which blob of wriggling ink was the Snitch and which was an airborne amphibian. Hermione's roll of notes was rapidly becoming longer than she was tall, but she showed no sign of stopping. Glancing around, Ginny was unsurprised to see that they were the only people in the room other than Madame Pince. Even the batty old librarian looked like she'd rather be elsewhere, and Ginny sympathized wholeheartedly.

Perhaps it was time for a different form of distraction.

Deliberately dropping her quill, Ginny ducked down to retrieve it. Under the cover of the heavy, velvety tablecloth, she quickly took off her right shoe and stocking before sitting upright again. Without looking up from her Quidditch diagram, Ginny extended her bare foot along the carpeted floor until it encountered Hermione's shoe.

"Sorry..." Hermione muttered without glancing up, and tried to move her foot out of the way. Ginny applied gentle but firm pressure, preventing Hermione from moving away. Hermione's brown eyes rose in a questioning glance, but Ginny ignored her and pretended to concentrate on her parchment instead. In the meantime, her toes trailed lightly over Hermione's instep, then continued to caress teasingly up the other girl's calf.

"Oh . . ." Hermione breathed in comprehension, then gave a small gasp as prehensile toes tickled the sensitive back of her knee.

Merlin, I love skirts, Ginny thought as her foot trespassed beyond the hem of Hermione's uniform. With maddening slowness, she ran her foot from Hermione's hip to knee, then back again.

"I don't know if we should do thi--" Hermione's voice cut off abruptly as Ginny delivered a sharp pinch to her thigh.

"Shh, you don't want Madame Pince to kick us out, do you?" Ginny reprimanded.

Hermione glared at her, but the effect was undermined by the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"You know," Ginny began conversationally, "half the time I'm in the library with you I'm not really studying." The arch of her foot wrapped snugly around the curve of Hermione's calf, running down Hermione's left leg, then up her right one. Hermione stared back at her with a mixture of ecstasy and exasperation. She was still holding her quill, but her reams of notes were now forgotten.

"Mostly, I'm thinking about how I want to press you against the nearest shelf and kiss you till you're breathless," Ginny continued, her voice getting softer and softer so that Hermione had to lean in close to catch every word. "How badly I want to pull book after book off the shelves, and lay your naked, trembling body on them."

Hermione moaned low in her throat. Her legs spread further apart, and Ginny wasted no time in skimming her foot up the length of Hermione's inner thigh.

"Your skin would look so white against all the endless lines of text and ink. And I'd kiss every inch that I could reach, and run my hands over you until you're begging and writhing and not caring one whit about what damage you're doing to the books as you come. And then..." Ginny could feel Hermione's arousal by the wetness of her panties. As lightly as possible, she ran the tips of her toes in a tantalizing trail between Hermione's legs. She was just about to repeat the procedure when Hermione snapped her thighs together, firmly trapping Ginny's foot in her lap.

"Then what?" Hermione asked. With a feral grin, Ginny gently pressed her big toe against the other girl's clitoris.

Crack! Hermione's quill snapped in half.

"Then I'd let you catch your breath, and start all over again. By the way, how's your revision coming?"

"Not very well, when all I can think about is coming with you."

"Should we get going then?" Ginny asked, and wriggled her toes to emphasize the point.

The two girls were out of the library in a heartbeat.