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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Ficlet, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-06-21 Words: 720
****** Looking at Each Other ******
by Celandine
Summary
     The boys are all watching Fleur, to Ginny and Hermione's annoyance.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"She's so, so..." Ginny flopped on her bed, too furious to even think of the
right word.
"I know," agreed Hermione from the other side of the room.
"I can't even decide if it's deliberate. But she must know how irritating it is
when she walks through a room and all the boys stop talking – or thinking, to
all appearances – and stare at her." Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ginny
ticked off Fleur's qualities. "Beautiful features, slim, blonde, blue eyes,
French accent... Harry's not even going to look at me if she's around!"
"Ron's the same way." Hermione paused. "But we can look at each other."
"We can what?" Then Ginny remembered, with a blush, the way that she and
Hermione had practiced kissing before the Yule Ball, both of them anxious lest
their lack of experience might show. "Oh..."
"Haven't you wondered, just a little bit? Because I have." Hermione's voice was
not as throaty as Fleur's, but intense nonetheless, and Ginny swallowed.
"Yes," she admitted. It would be safe; Hermione wouldn't tell anyone, wouldn't
think less of Ginny. She took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to
Hermione's bed.
Hermione gave her a shaky smile. "I've never..."
"Me, either." Certainly not with Neville, who had only given her a very chaste
kiss on the cheek, after all. Michael had been quite a good kisser, but they'd
never gone much farther than that; a little touching through clothing. He might
have liked more but Ginny had been reluctant.
With Hermione she didn't need to be. They'd been sharing Ginny's room, seen
each other change into their nighties; Ginny had told Hermione about the Cold
Water Charm that took blood out of fabric much better than actual cold water.
Hermione's hair should have smelled like ink and parchment, Ginny thought, but
instead it gave off the scent of sunshine as Ginny buried her face in
Hermione's neck, kissing her way from ear to mouth. Hermione's hands slid shyly
across Ginny's back to cup her bum and pull her closer as their lips met.
Some hazy time later, Ginny was naked and panting as Hermione moved down her
body. Where had Hermione learned that way of flicking her tongue? Ginny
squirmed, caught on the edge between finding it ticklish and erotic, and
suddenly Hermione's mouth was on her clit, warm wet tongue sliding between
equally wet folds.
"Oh," Hermione gasped, and licked again as if tasting one of the twins' more
successful experiments.
Her own fingers had never felt this good, not even when she pretended it was
Harry touching her. Ginny cried out softly as she came, her thighs locked
around Hermione's shoulders. Hermione looked up at her, brown hair frizzing
more wildly than usual from Ginny's wetness, then bent her head and kept on,
until Ginny was shaking, coming over and over, her whole cunt seeming to melt
under Hermione's tongue.
When Hermione finally stopped, Ginny was almost too languid to move, but she
sat up anyway and brought their faces together, tasting her own juices on
Hermione's face and mouth, familiar and strange. She wanted to make Hermione
feel as good as she did.
Pressing Hermione down onto the bed, Ginny traced a straight line from
Hermione's mouth to navel and down to the triangle of hair that concealed her
clit. It was dark-brown and curly and much thicker than Ginny's still-sparse
auburn tuft, and tickled her nose and cheeks as she tentatively spread
Hermione's legs apart and ran her tongue over the soft pink flesh.
Not quite the same as her own; better, tangier, and the way that Hermione
groaned and said Ginny's name as if it were an incantation made the blood rush
to Ginny's head. She tried sucking on the little nub, one hand holding Hermione
open, and then she slid a finger into Hermione – would she like that? – and
Hermione gasped out, "yes, please," and Ginny fucked her triumphantly with two
fingers until Hermione writhed and quivered and made sounds that Ginny'd never
heard from anyone before, not even when she'd listened to her brothers wanking.
"God." Hermione touched Ginny's hair, her shoulder, urging her up.
They cuddled together, sweaty skins and smell of sex.
"And with Bill in London, Fleur's not getting any," said Ginny. She looked at
Hermione, and smiled.
End Notes
     Written for magna_maxima, at the request of lottelita, who suggested
     Hermione/Ginny, prompt "straight."
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