The Secret Heartache of Hermione Granger

Chapter Two

By darthelwig





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This one has a very serious R rating folks! And it is a Hermione/Ginny story. If you don’t like that kind of thing, please go read something else.



I don’t own these characters and I make no money off of them. J.K. Rowling does, and she’s nice enough to let us play in her world every so often.



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            Ginny didn’t see Hermione again until much later. They were both at dinner, of course, but they couldn’t talk seriously when surrounded by a roomful of chattering Weasley’s.

            She did manage to catch Hermione’s eye once, and the single intense look they shared was enough to send tingles of awareness throughout her body. She had trouble eating after that, and settled on pushing her food around on the plate. Luckily, her mother was too preoccupied to notice, or she was sure to be in for a long talk. All she wanted was to go up to her room and wait for Hermione to come upstairs.

            She escaped as soon as she could and sat on her bed to wait. It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps approach and stop at the door. She knew it was Hermione, and wondered why she had stopped outside the door. The suspense was causing large butterflies to swarm in her stomach.

            Hermione opened the door and stepped inside, obviously nervous.

            “Hi,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on the pretty young girl on the bed. How did Ginny get to be so beautiful right under her nose? Her brilliant hair was spilling loose and free onto her shoulders, and Hermione ached to run her fingers through it. She approached the bed and sat next to her friend, who looked so anxious.

            “I thought maybe you’d be uncomfortable around me,” Ginny whispered, shrugging her shoulders. Hermione studied her thoughtfully for a moment before answering.

            “I thought I might be too, but I’m not.” She reached up and trailed her fingers across Ginny’s cheek, feeling how silky her skin was. She traced the other girl’s jaw-line, and then allowed her fingers to travel down her throat and across her shoulder. Ginny was trembling, and Hermione leaned in to capture her mouth in a sweet kiss. Their lips parted easily and Hermione let her tongue explore all the sensual contours of Ginny’s hot mouth.

            She moaned when Ginny’s hand found her breast, cupping her through her shirt and squeezing gently. Hermione arched her back, pressing her tender flesh more fully into Ginny’s palm. Ginny’s mouth broke from hers and she let out a small squeak of protest until she felt the moist heat of it close over her nipple. Ginny suckled her through the fabric and Hermione fell back onto the bed, fingers tangled in her lover’s hair. She had never experienced anything so delicious.

            Ginny’s hands were roaming Hermione’s body, exploring all the secret places she had daydreamed about. She pushed Hermione’s shirt up, exposing her soft, full breasts which were confined in a simple white bra. She pulled the bra up, Hermione’s breasts spilling out into her waiting hands. Ginny’s mouth was quick to taste them, so perfect and pleasing. Hermione was writhing in pleasure, making sounds Ginny had only ever dreamed of hearing from her. Every gasp and moan sent ripples of pleasure across her skin and down every nerve ending she possessed.

            Ginny moved one hand up Hermione’s thigh, caressing the smooth flesh she found. Hermione’s skirt had lifted high and Ginny could the white of her panties. She slid her hand around and slipped her fingers under the damp cotton. Hermione nearly bucked her off the bed when Ginny’s fingers found the damp core of pleasure hidden there. Ginny caressed Hermione’s most secret, sacred spot before sliding a finger into her. She felt here friend’s orgasm overtake her and Hermione cried out in ecstasy as her liquid coated Ginny’s fingers.

            Ginny kissed her, waiting for Hermione to open her eyes. Instead, her lover rolled her over, landing squarely atop her. Only then did she open her warm, brown eyes and look into Ginny’s face once more.

            “That was beautiful,” she whispered breathily, bending down to capture Ginny’s lips once again. Hermione ran her hand down Ginny’s side, then up and under her shirt where her fingers closed around one of the younger girl’s erect nipples. Ginny gasped as Hermione rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, the pleasure shooting down to her molten core. Hermione smiled at her friend’s reaction, reveling in the pleasure she could give her. She was rather pleasantly surprised by the lack of a bra under Ginny’s clothes.

            She moved lower on Ginny’s body until her face was just inches away from the juncture of her lover’s legs. She could feel the heat emanating from Ginny’s private paradise, and lifted her skirt until she was completely uncovered. Hermione worked Ginny’s panty off and dipped her tongue into Ginny’s heat, exploring and tasting her. Ginny was breathing in panting gasps as Hermione worked magic on her until she exploded in an orgasm of her own.

            There were no words between them that night. They lay in each other’s arms, replete and spent, enjoying the silence and wondering what was to come.
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