- Astronomy Tower
- Ginny Weasley/Hermione Granger
- Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger
- Slash Romance
- Harry and Classmates During Book Seven
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince
Published: 07/03/2007Updated: 07/03/2007Words: 1,166Chapters: 1Hits: 4,539
- Story Summary:
- "Ginny, what did we used to do to make ourselves feel better?" At this, Ginny smirked with a positively evil smile. She grinned so ferociously that her teeth must have looked like fangs. She began to break into sweat as memories crossed her mind and caressed her fancy like a sensual touch. What exactly had she and Hermione done to make themselves feel wanted? "This is what we used to do," Ginny purred...
"Well, not having dates for the wedding won't be all that bad. We can just stick together. Maybe we're too posh to have dates," she commented as she brushed out her thick brown hair.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's an embarrassment. You've been trying to nail my brother for Merlin-knows-how-long, and I just got dumped by the hero of the century, and now, we are dateless for the wedding tomorrow. We won't look posh, we'll look disgusting," the other girl replied bitterly as she examined a shoe she was planning to wear the next day to the dreaded wedding.
"Just trying to make this look less grim than it really is," she mumbled. She put on a melodramatic air and flopped down off the bed and onto her back in the middle of the floor.
"Oh, Ginny, we certainly have been fucked over in our time, haven't we?" the brunette sighed, admittedly.
"I think that's putting it lightly, Hermione," her friend mused. "I turned myself into Hogwarts' resident slut for him so he'd notice me, and he still ditched me in the end."
"You weren't a slut-
"Felt like one," Ginny interjected."
"And at least you had him for a while," Hermione said rancorously. "Ron knows I like him. He must know by now, and still he does nothing about it!" She threw a bottle of nail polish across the room and smiled to herself as she heard it crash. Something about watching bits of glass fly about and pink liquid ooze across the wooden floor made her feel calm. She sighed and took out her wand and cleaned up her little mess.
"Hermione, I think you need to let your emotions out a little more often," Ginny muttered.
"I cleaned it, didn't I?" she snapped back. Ginny looked a bit startled by her friend's sudden outburst. Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm just...so bloody frustrated. It's been awhile since I've been paid any mind."
"What do you mean?"
Hermione put her head in her hands despairingly. "It's been awhile since I was kissed. Not just playing around, but really, sincerely kissed. And I finally thought Ron would come around, and he hasn't and-" she inhaled in hope and exhaled in defeat "- I'm starting to think he never will."
The two girls huffed in unison and slouched in misery, brooding deeply over their misfortune. Tomorrow was the wedding of Ginny's eldest brother, Bill, and a beautiful girl named Fleur whom he had chosen to be with him for the rest of his life. Two souls would be joined in love. Two people would have found the other half of their soul. Ginny and Hermione were beginning to feel as though they would never find love and go insane for lack of it. It seemed as if everyone was falling for someone. Charlie was seeing a nice girl who worked with him in Romania; they were engaged. Fred was seeing Angelina Johnson, and George was seeing Katie Bell. Percy was in a relationship with the boy who worked at the front desk at the Ministry of Magic. Even at school, Lavender Brown was now going out with Seamus Finnegan. Her sidekick, Parvati, was madly in love with Dean Thomas. Hermione wanted true love desperately. Ginny would have gladly settled for something a bit more temporary.
"I'm going to scream if I don't get a fuck soon," Ginny concluded. Her eyes clouded and she began to reminisce. "The last time was when Har-" she stopped abruptly when she saw Hermione's face. Both girls went pale.
"You and Harry had sex?" Hermione said slowly.
"Twice." Ginny suddenly felt guilty for not confiding this in her best friend.
"And...." Hermione's voice trailed off suggestively.
"And....he left me starving for more. He was fantastic. He was born to make love. It was incredible and passionate and hot and- and- and this isn't helping Hermione!"
"Sorry," she apologized quickly before she turned away to snicker. When she finally faced Ginny again, she had a look of knowing on her face.
"What?" Ginny asked sternly.
"What?" Hermione echoed silently. "What? Ginny, what did we used to do to make ourselves feel better?"
At this, Ginny smirked with a positively evil smile. She grinned so ferociously that her teeth must have looked like fangs. She began to break into sweat as memories crossed her mind and caressed her fancy like a sensual touch. What exactly had she and Hermione done to make themselves feel wanted?
"This is what we used to do," Ginny purred as she leaned over and pressed her lips against Hermione's.
"Exactly," Hermione whispered hungrily. She bit Ginny's lower lip softly and grabbed the girl's torso, pulling her back on top of her. Ginny explored the familiar terrain of Hermione's mouth with her very experienced tongue. She felt her sometimes-lover's body all over again, reintroducing herself to every curve and contour. She let her fingers tangle the chestnut hair and disappear into the pile of mahogany tresses, both on top of Hermione's head, and other places as well.
Hermione, on the other hand, let her tongue become acquainted once more with Ginny's neck, breasts, and stomach. The two writhed and pulsed on the floor in a syncopated rhythm. Ginny bit the collar of Hermione's blouse and tore the clothing off, while delicate Hermione slid Ginny's skirt off neatly as she could. While Ginny feasted on Hermione's mouth wolfishly, Hermione tickled Ginny's thighs, coercing them to be put asunder. When finally they split, Hermione gently wove her hand under Ginny's lacy panties and slid her fingers into their rightful place.
Ginny cried out breathlessly in exultation and fell onto Hermione again, gliding down her stomach to taste other regions, while the other enjoyed the sensation that Ginny's lips were giving her nether region. They kept moving to cadence that only they understood. Ginny's mouth moving in time with Hermione's hips and the other way around. Now, it was the latter's turn to howl in climax.
Both now thoroughly exhausted, wet, and fulfilled, they slowed back down to kissing, then began to dissolve into peals of outright laughter.
"So," Hermione said, giggling, "who's better? Harry? Or me?"
"Oh," puffed Ginny, pretending to be conflicted, "that's a tough one. But since you've been doing me longer, it's not really fair, is it?" She snorted, consumed with hilarity.
"I feel better," Hermione fluttered. "I really do."
"Me, too," Ginny confessed. "A fuck cures all."
"You don't really believe that, do you?" Hermione inquired disapprovingly.
"Right now, I'm experiencing the full effects of the correctness of that statement."
"Well, if you say so."
"Anyway, maybe if we let Harry catch us doing this, he'll realize what he's missing and want me back, no matter who he thinks might come after me!"
The two once again fell apart with laughter at what Harry might say at that, and they soon fell asleep with smiles on their faces, and nowhere near as miserable as they had been before.