Prefects' Bathroom

The Prefects' Bathroom

Chapter 1

The wind was howling against the window in Gryffindor common room. It was not raining yet, but it would soon, and someone had not latched the window properly. The noise did not bother Hermione, though. She, for one, found it a pleasant background noise to her Advanced Potions homework. A realization took her then that a noise like this would have sent her into a rage the year before. Had she changed so very much over the summer? Well, she had changed quite a bit, but perhaps the real difference was the lack of OWL stress pressing down on her shoulders. Maybe not, she thought with a grin.

She was lost in thought about a tangle of sweaty, frizzy red hair. Freckles and chocolate brown eyes with a green corona. The scent of rosemary with a hint of citrus, a meadow with a weeping willow tree, a tangle of limbs. She was staring at the paper without seeing it, lost in pleasant thought when she heard a whisper over her shoulder.

"Thinking about me?" teased the soft, husky voice.

The grin on Hermione's mouth widened, but she continued to stare at the book in her lap,

"As a matter of fact, no. I was studying for Advanced Potions."

"Ah, yes," the voice was moving around the arm of the sofa. "I often get that far off, misty look when I think about Professor Snape. I missed that ugly mug over the summer."

Ginny had plopped down on the far end of the sofa, looking ridiculous in her Quidditch robes and the look of mock admiration. Hermione laughed and put aside her book.

"Well, maybe it was you... but just a little."

Ginny's eyes snapped to Hermione's as she grinned. She moved forward seductively and placed a gentle kiss on Hermione's earlobe. She was pleased to feel a slight shiver run through Hermione's body, and she whispered, "I know you're hot for me, Mione. You think about me constantly. I know because I think about you constantly. I think about those long beautiful legs wrapped around my neck and the way you shout my..."

Hermione pushed the young red head back to her seat on the couch; "You better stop!" She hissed.

Ginny moved back towards Hermione, "I want to see you tonight, my love. I need to see you. Tell me you'll see me, please. Don't make me beg."

Hermione was blushing; she could feel the heat in her cheeks. Last night she had dreamt of Ginny in their meadow again. The dreams were getting more intense, and she was having them almost every night now. She couldn't stand it any more. They had decided that they would be out with their relationship, but they both knew that there was no way they could spend the night together. Not until Hermione was made Head Girl and got the room to herself. The thought was bliss as Hermione rolled it over in her mind, but it stung as well. A whole year of sleeping without her love was torture.

"I want to see you too, baby, but you know we can't. Where can we go and be alone? There isn't anywhere."

Ginny had been thinking this one over, "Oh yes there is. There are lots of places, and it is still half an hour until they had to be in bed. We can even go out without breaking any rules."

"Go where?" asked Hermione, a slight desperation in her voice.

Ginny grinned; knowing that Hermione would follow her to the ends of the earth, "The prefects' bathroom, of course! We are both prefects, we have the password, we're allowed to be there, and no one will disturb us this late."

Hermione's heart leapt for quite a few reasons. She hadn't thought of the prefects' bathroom, it was perfect! Then the thoughts of how the two of them had utilized her parents' Jacuzzi tub over the summer came flooding back.

Ginny read her lover's mind, "I'm going to change. I'll be back down in five minutes, then we'll go," and then she whispered, as she turned to go. "I love you, Mione."

"I love you, Gin."

"I love you, Mione."

The words were whispered, but the pack of four boys heard it at the next table. Ron and

Dean were scowling; Harry and Neville were smiling, more at their friends at the table than at the couple on the couch.

Ron grunted and turned back to his star chart, but Dean was no so easily distracted.

"What's she got that I don't got?" grumbled Dean, looking at Hermione as she watched Ginny fly up the stairs. They were going somewhere, he was sure of it.

Harry looked up finally and grinned, "Well, to start with, I'd say.... Ginny, mate. I have a feeling, though, that it's what you have, not what you don't have that was the determining factor in that one."

Ron shot Harry a nasty look, then returned to his chart again. Harry had been surprised at himself with how he reacted to the news when he got the owl from Hermione, quickly followed by a full roll of parchment from Ron last August. He had been surprised at first, then oddly thrilled. He had decided that he found love to be quite a beautiful thing, and Ginny had seemed to be the perfect mate for his friend. Ron had been destroyed by the news. Harry knew he would be, but the sheer length of Ron's letter was almost enough to kill poor Pig. He had tried to console Ron, saying that both his sister and Hermione seemed to be very happy, and so Ron should be happy for them. He had gone to the Burrow shortly after the letters arrived, and Ron refused to talk to him for almost two weeks, even though they were sharing Ron's bedroom. Many more fights had followed, though he managed to keep Ron civil around the couple.

"Come on, Ron," he had said. "You wanted Ginny to pick someone you approved of. She certainly made a good choice then, right?"

"SOMEONE I APPROVE OF DOES NOT MEAN SOMEONE I FANCY!" was the roared response.

Dean was still scowling when Ginny returned in her school robes, took Hermione's hand, and led her to the portrait hole. Dean was on his feet.

"Oi! Where are you going? You were going to help me find Uranus!" bellowed Ron to the retreating form of Dean.

"Oh, find it yourself!" shouted Dean, as the portrait swung closed.

Ginny's feet barely hit the ground as she and Hermione raced against the clock to get to the prefects' bathroom. Hermione's palm was slightly sweaty, and both were gasping a little from the exertion and anticipation. They passed Boris the Bewildered and skidded to a halt. There were still fifteen minutes until they had to be in the tower; they didn't have much time, but they had enough.

"Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests," Hermione whispered to the door, and the girls slipped inside.

It was a good thing that she had whispered; Dean was hot on their heels, but could not follow any further. He swore silently, then, struck by an idea flew back down the corridor. He had a plan to get that little suck-up.

On the other side of the door, two girls knew of nothing but each other's bodies. Hermione was kissing Ginny in every patch of skin she could find, her hand was groping to undo the clasp at the throat of Ginny's cloak, but she found that her hand was shaking too badly. Ginny had abandoned her attempt to remove clothes; she was simply moving them haphazardly out of her path. She ripped the hem of Hermione's shirt out from the waistband of her grey wool skirt. She tried desperately to reach her lover, but the shirt and the sweater were too tight. She tried to hike up the shirts and finally her fingertips touched Hermione's bra. Hermione pulled away and smiled.

"Let's take a bath," she said and turned to the swimming pool sized tub in the floor behind them. She turned a tap and a rush of water and pink bubbles shot out. The water was perfumed with rose and strawberry.

Hermione waved her wand and said, "Rosarium." Blood red rose petals shot from the tip of Hermione's wand and landed in the perfumed water. Soon she had used the charm enough times to fill the surface of the huge tub.

"You got that spell from mom's Simple Charms For a Charming Love Life, didn't you?" asked Ginny as she removed her tie.

Hermione smiled wickedly. "No, I most certainly did not," and then, in a slightly hushed voice she continued. "I bought a copy for myself."

Ginny giggled and tossed aside the last of her many garments. She walked to the side of the tub and lowered herself seductively into the water.

Hermione watched as she removed her skirt. What a beautiful woman her girlfriend was. How graceful and athletic. Quidditch was definitely something Hermione would have to pay more attention to. If a game could make such an impact on her lover's body, it couldn't be half-bad. Ginny did a lap around the tub as she studied the walls and tiled floor.

Hermione was slowly lowering herself into the hot water as she thought vaguely that, even if they were both prefects, what they were doing here was probably breaking the rules. Suddenly she noticed that Ginny was gone. A moment ago the red hair had been bobbing by the wall on the opposite end of the pool, then it had disappeared beneath the rose petals. Hermione had stopped moving, her eyes scanning the surface of the water.

"Gin?" she whispered tentatively.

Ginny broke the surface of the water right beneath Hermione. A moment later Hermione's groaning awakened the mermaid in the picture on the wall. The painted lady grunted with annoyance and turned on her rock, showing her back to the girls who had not even seen her.

Sun blazed from high over head onto an alabaster back. The leaves of a weeping willow whispered in a slight breeze. Ginny's back pressed hard against the tile wall of the tub. The stream gurgled and flowed on its course up the cliff. Red and yellow flowers winked in the corner of Hermione's eyes. Plush towels were laid out on the tile floor. The grass in the meadow was green as emerald in the late afternoon sun. The water seemed to contain every color of light. There was a spray of fresh, yellow roses under the willow tree. A book of poetry lay beside them. Rose petals were stuck to their skin and hair. Steam stung Hermione's eyes as she was lowered back into the tub.

Mist from the waterfall wet the pages of Lord Byron's poetry. A braid of hair was the bookmarker, braided from red hair entwined with brown. Tears streamed down Ginny's face as she clung to Hermione in the water. The trees were swaying in the wind. It had started to rain. The last noise that rang through the room was a whimper. There was skin under Ginny's fingernails. Hermione's back hurt in three long lines. They lay still in a heap of plush, pure white towels.

It was very late when Hermione opened the door and allowed Ginny to slip past her into the hallway. She felt Ginny's body freeze as the door clicked shut. She turned and froze as well.

"Good evening Ms. Weasley, Ms. Granger. Both of you follow me, if you please."

The two girls turned to each other and stared in horror. Then they turned and followed Professor McGonagall down the hall.