Our Own Special Place

Our Own Special Place

Chapter 3

"I think we need to open that bottle of wine you brought back last night," Ginny whispered.

This caught Hermione a little off guard. The swaying of her head had passed, but she was not sure drinking more would help the feeling of unsteadiness that had encased her body. In fact, she was still not quite sure where she was, what bottle of wine Gin was talking about, or if she could even move. She made a tentative movement to sit, and was successful. Apparently the feeling of unease was isolated to her legs. She pulled herself upright with relative ease and was preparing to dismount the soft bed when a voice stopped her.

"Don't move. I'll get it."

Hermione turned sharply to look at Ginny, blushing. Ginny was smiling, but she felt she had to say something.

"Look, Gin..."

Ginny had poured a glass of wine, and was moving back to the bed.

"Sssshh, Mione, don't explain. It's OK. Really." Ginny took a long sip from the glass and handed it to Hermione.

There was a level of intimacy they had never crossed, sharing the same glass. What the hell?, thought Hermione, She's OK. I'm OK. Damn that was a good dream. A smile crossed Hermione's lips and she drained the glass.

One of Ginny's eyebrows raised and her mouth fell slightly open. The gape turned into a grin as Hermione sighed, handed the glass back to her, and stretched out luxuriously on the bed with her hands behind her head, a satisfied grin on her face. This was a side of Hermione that Ginny had never seen before. She had never seen Hermione let go like this. Furthermore, as she stretched, her body pressed against the thin nightgown. Hermione's nipples were hard and outlined perfectly in the blue silk. A slightly pudgy tummy swelled, and the hem of the nightgown inched a bit closer to a certain area of Hermione's body that a subconscious Ginny had satisfied completely.

"What time is it Gin?" asked Hermione with a slight tease in her voice.

Ginny started and realized she had been staring. Hermione's face was set in a new pose: a wicked grin. Ginny was momentarily speechless.

"It's uhh, it's three am," She replied thinking of how stupid she sounded. Then she realized that she was in control here. She had a plan. She would end this little quip very satisfied. "Three am. Why, got something to do?"

Hermione blushed again. She had momentarily thought of teasing Ginny, of winding her up until she couldn't stand it. The she realized that Ginny was holding all the cards. Hermione had no clue what she was doing.

"I, er...no."

Ginny filled the glass again, pleased that she had regained the upper hand. She emptied this one herself in one long, slow sensual drink. When she lowered the empty glass from her lips she saw that Hermione was almost drooling. She should stop playing with this girl. They both knew what would happen.

Ginny put the glass down as Hermione wiped at her mouth. Slowly Ginny raised herself onto her knees and pulled at the string atop her nightgown. As it came untied, the neck loosened to about double the original size. As she dropped the string, the now gaping neck hole dropped to uncover one shoulder. She slowly reached back and took her ponytail down. Her hair had grown some over the summer, and it was now about three inches past her shoulder. Her red hair cascaded down around her shoulders. Her chin almost rested on her collarbone, and she did not move it as she brought her eyes up to meet Hermione's.

Hermione watched in awe as her best friend slowly let her hair down and looked up at her. Hermione's heart was racing; her breath was coming in gasps. She was sure the Ginny could hear the difference in her breathing. She didn't want Ginny to think that she was inexperienced in these feelings. She tried to hide how ragged her breath was. She was trembling. The warmth from the night before returned in full form. She marveled for a moment at the wonders of her own body. These sensations had never occurred before, she was quite sure.

Ginny was reaching down to the hem of her nightgown. She was bringing the thin cloth over her head. She threw the garment on the floor with a flourish and a grin. She had worn nothing under the gown. She stood for a moment, caressed by the moonlight through the window; a solitary figure of beauty. Every curve from Hermione's dream was exactly mimicked in the naked figure before her. Hermione was confused. She had never seen Ginny naked before. How could she have guessed so exactly the curves of the young girl's body? Pain shot through her heart. Sensual, desire, need, sexual, longing, passion.

Ginny had turned and refilled the wineglass, but she did not pick it up. She turned back around and leaning closer to Hermione. As she grew close, her red hair fell down and brushed ever so slightly against Hermione, a gasp went through her. Their lips touched and caught Hermione's gasp in midair.

It was better than the dream. Her lips were like silk flowers. They tasted of strawberries and wine. The thick dark texture of the wine had lingered in the young girl's mouth. It was intoxicating. Ginny's tongue explored Hermione's lips and teeth, and then met its companion in the soft hollow of Hermione's mouth. A moment stretched into eternity. A groan of pleasure began in Hermione's soul and made her mouth vibrate. Ginny pulled softly away, sucking gently on Hermione's bottom lip. Hermione did not open her eyes for a long minute. She seemed to be out of breath. Her heart was exploding through her chest. She couldn't breathe. She smiled. NEED.

Her eyes opened to find Ginny gone. The red head had retreated to the bedside table for the full wineglass. Hermione's head was swimming already from the mixture of wine and hormones. She really shouldn't have another glass. She felt that if she did, she would be useless to Ginny later. She didn't want to be useless.

Ginny was back, Hermione was silently protesting, trying to pull her close. Ginny stood her ground and held out the glass of wine. Hermione took it.

"I'll be back when you finish that. Sip it slowly."

"Wait, Gin," Ginny stopped and looked up, "Gin, I, well, I can't. I've tried.... It doesn't...it doesn't..."

Ginny grinned. "It did just a minute ago."

Hermione grinned and blushed. "That was different. No body, not even me. It was in my head. It doesn't work Gin, not really."

Ginny smiled indulgently. She leaned up and kissed Hermione softly.

"It'll work for me, Mione. I promise. Don't worry," she whispered. "Relax and drink your wine."

Hermione nodded.

Ecstasy is not the right word. Hermione had the chance to take one sip of wine before her body was sent into spasms of delight. The wineglass tipped over and the dark red wine seeped slowly into the white duvet.

Birds were flying past her closed eyelids. A waterfall rumbled in the distance. A hand grabbed at air and upset an inkbottle, which fell and almost broke. The mist covered both of their bodies. Hermione's head was swimming in a thick, dark, red liquid that smelled of rosemary and citrus. The bedroom wall was cold against the bottom of Ginny's feet. Half formed thoughts passed through Hermione's mind. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body. The pool was an ocean of waves. Screams of delight escaped lips in two different voices. Bushy brown hair tangled together with bushy red hair and sweat drenched two forehead pressed close together. They were under water and huge, beautifully colored koi swam by, brushing their legs and arms. Rainbows flashed from under the waterfall, where the mist that covered them originated. The leaves of the weeping willow stuck to their backs. Lips touched on Ginny's earlobe. The soft grass and moss in the meadow cushioned their footfalls as they ran. A pile of books fell over next to Hermione. They were running at top speed toward the forest, giggling and naked. Ginny groped for the bottle of Shiraz.

The sunlight crept higher in the sky, climbing past the cliff. A breeze kicked up the willow's leaves. Hermione's eyes were blurred with tears. The trees swayed. The final scream sent birds flying from the forest.

Then everything was quiet.

It was noon when Hermione awoke. Ginny was sleeping with her head on the older girl's shoulder. Ginny's shoulder was pressing softly into Hermione's armpit. Her arm was wrapped around the red head. Ginny's hand was lying still in the soft spot between Hermione's breasts. They were both breathing softly and slowly, rhythmically and in complete unison. The younger girl stirred and stretched, her body pressing gently to Hermione's.

"Hey there," said the red head.

"Hi," Hermione replied.

They kissed, slowly and softly. The movement sent aches through both bodies and each girl in turn slightly winced. The night before had sapped every ounce of their combined strength and had strained muscles that neither girl knew they had. Legs and forearms and various other body parts were sore and throbbing.

Hermione scanned the wreckage of her room. Ginny followed her gaze. They had utilized almost every piece of furniture in the room and about half of the piles of books. Her duvet was ruined. Dark wine and several bodily fluids covered it. It would never be white again. Ginny's nightgown had come of early and lay safely on the ground. Hermione's had been in the way shortly after the beginning of the night, and had been ripped by powerfully athletic hands from her body. It was definitely useless for anything but a trophy for her lover.

Her lover? Had she really thought that? Was Ginny her lover now? A sick sense of panic ran through her, was this just a drunken romp for Ginny? Did Hermione mean nothing to her now that she had had her way with the older girl? Doubt flooded her, she wasn't beautiful, and she wasn't sexy. Ginny would leave her for...

"Honey," The word cut into Hermione's brain and she did not register it. Ginny had used her. She felt small, insignificant. She felt empty.

Ginny gently turned Hermione's chin towards her. "Lover, please. Relax, I'm not going anywhere. I want to be with you."

Hermione looked at her in surprise. "How did you know?"

"I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I... I love you, Hermione."

Hermione's heart stopped beating. She blinked in slow motion. "You do? Really?"

Ginny grinned. "I do."

Hermoine smiled. "I love you, too, Ginny"

They kissed deeply.

They had worked together, still naked, to clean the room and evaluate the damage. They stood back and surveyed the bed together.

Ginny leaned slightly toward Hermione. "My mum might know of a potion or a charm that could be used to clean this, but do you want to explain the stains to her, or should I?"

Hermione burst out laughing. "I think we might buy a new one when we go out today. Mum and dad left me some money."

Ginny pressed her body to Hermione's. "You mean when we go out tomorrow, right?"

Hermione smiled and said, "That is exactly what I meant." They kissed gently.

Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck. "What was that tub thing your parents have?"

"A Jacuzzi tub."

"I definitely think we should examine that at length now. You know, so I can take notes on the tub for my dad."

"You're sick," Hermione commented as Ginny ran out of the room.

After a moment, Hermione ran after her lover to catch her in the tub.