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Happy Christmas	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Ginny Views: 21229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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- 1-Happy Christmas
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To Mamacita, thanks for betaing for me. You're great!

Okay, so slash (of any description m or f) doesn't come naturally to me, but I've just started a story which involves a slash relationship so I thought I'd have a go at a little PWP. I hope you enjoy the story.

Ginny sat quietly and watched Hermione sleep. She often did this, although usually the dormitory was crowded with girls and she rarely stayed longer than a few minutes in case one of them woke up. She knew they would consider it odd – more than odd, actually – but then she already knew she was considered that anyway.
But tonight Hermione was alone, the others having gone home for Christmas, and Ginny could watch her without fear. Hermione was a pretty heavy sleeper and was unlikely to wake, although on occasion she was restless, her dreams generally involving Ginny’s brother Ron and Harry Potter. Once Ginny had even heard Hermione murmur her name. Ginny’s heart had almost stopped, thinking she had finally been caught, but then she realised Hermione was dreaming. About what, Ginny would never know, but a little piece of her flared with warmth at the thought that Hermione was dreaming about her.
Hermione had been restless tonight. Her bedclothes were kicked back as if she was hot, and only a thin sheet covered her. But she was sleeping deeply enough now and on her back, her arms up, the way she always slept when she was completely relaxed. For a moment Ginny continued to watch the sleeping girl as she mentally reviewed her plan. If Hermione would just stay asleep long enough . . . .
Ginny’s hands reached under the sheet and located the buttons on Hermione’s pyjamas. Very slowly she began to undo the top button; she had all night, if need be, to do this without Hermione realising. It was easier than she had expected, though, and soon she had undone all of them. Her hand hovered over her friend as she imagined Hermione’s beautiful breasts exposed. But not yet. She had something else to do first and didn’t want a rush of cold air to wake the girl.
Moving down the bed, she pulled up the edge of the sheet and slid the top half of her body under it. She waited, but Hermione continued to sleep. Ginny managed to stifle a squeak of desire as her hands found the waistband of Hermione’s pyjama bottoms and she placed one hand on each side. She gripped the band and slowly began to slide the bottoms down. She stopped, silent as a statue for a moment, when Hermione stirred and moved a little before settling again. When Ginny was sure the girl was still out she continued . . . inch by very slow inch.
She emerged from the covers then, sighing in relief that the first part had worked as effectively as she had planned it. Under that sheet, Hermione Granger was as good as naked.
There was a noise and Ginny froze, relaxing when she realised it was Hermione murmuring. She was dreaming again. Ginny watched her for another ten minutes, her desire building as Hermione’s dream continued. Then she was silent again, her breathing even. Ginny slipped a hand under the covers and pulled back the open material of Hermione’s pyjama top; she gently lifted the sheet so she could see Hermione’s breasts.
They were fairly large and soft, her nipples only just visible. Lifting the sheet had obviously let some cold air in, and as and Ginny watched the small buds stiffened slightly. She stifled a moan. She longed to play with them, to touch them or run her tongue over them, but not yet. She had something more important to do first. She dropped the sheet, noting that one of Hermione’s nipples was now poking up against it.
Again she waited to see if there was movement, removing her own pyjamas as she waited, but it was clear that Hermione was sleeping soundly and Ginny knew she was safe. Back down to the end of the bed, she went, ducking her head once more under the sheet. Stealthily she climbed onto the bed and waited as Hermione moved again, a response to the dip in the mattress as Ginny climbed on. Hermione’s breathing was still steady; she hadn’t woken. Her sleeping brain had processed the movement but not deemed any action necessary.
Ginny took a deep breath. This was it, the moment she had fantasised about for so long; her dreams was finally coming true. She just hoped Hermione wouldn’t hate her for what she was about to do.
Her hands reached out and found Hermione’s soft thighs and she slowly parted them, every movement as measured as her previous ones. She couldn’t let excitement or desire ruin everything, however eager she was.
And then she was gazing at Hermione’s vulva, the soft pink lips so seductive; even the curly brown hair on her mound caused Ginny to bite her lip with desire.
‘Happy Christmas, Hermione,’ she whispered, and her tongue flicked out to lap gently at her slit.
Hermione moaned in her sleep and moved her hips as Ginny’s tongue explored deeper, finding the other girl’s beautiful clit. She was overwhelmed by the taste of Hermione, the smell of her, and the feel of her. Ginny’s fingers were now rubbing at her own growing wetness as she buried her face in Hermione’s pussy. She no longer cared about waking the girl; she needed to lick her, to taste her. She wanted Hermione to come.
A hand snaked up Hermione’s body now, finding a nipple. It was much harder than when she had looked at them – Hermione was aroused. Both of Ginny’s hands were on her beautiful breasts now, fingertips rubbing over the hard nubs as her tongue continued to lave at the soft flesh beneath it, occasionally poking inside.
Hermione was stirring now, waking up. Ginny pinched the hard nipples once, causing Hermione to cry out. Her back arched and Ginny withdrew her hands, now wrapping them around Hermione’s legs as she attacked her pussy with even more vigour.
Ginny heard Hermione cry out as she sucked on the hard bud of her clit before sliding her tongue into that inviting pussy, intoxicated by the taste of Hermione. Ginny was enjoying this more than anything she had ever done. Hermione’s breathing was unsteady now, ragged and interspersed with whimpers of pleasure as Ginny’s tongue brought her closer to orgasm. Ginny, too, couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. Hermione tasted even better than she had imagined and was getting very wet now as she drew closer to climax.
Fully awake now, Hermione writhed against her captor, the feelings in her pussy causing her to cry out and beg for release. Ginny held her legs tighter and licked more frantically. She wanted Hermione to come more than anything in the world. And she wanted to taste her as she came.
Hermione’s cries were now a mixture of begging and squealing, the feelings running through her intense, almost unbearable. Ginny sucked on her clit again and Hermione squealed; her breathing was rapid now, almost panting. Ginny’s tongue pushed between the soft lips and into her tight core before licking the whole length of her slit again and Hermione cried out. Her hips bucked as she came. Ginny cried out too as she eagerly drank Hermione’s juices.
‘Oooh, Ginny,’ Hermione cried.
Ginny raised her head to see Hermione looking down at her. She had raised the sheet. Ginny released her legs and slid up Hermione’s body, her own nakedness rubbing against Hermione’s. It felt delicious.
‘Happy Christmas, love,’ she whispered, her lips finding Hermione’s in a gentle but questing kiss as her fingers found those wonderful nipples again. Ginny sighed with pleasure as Hermione wrapped her arms around her, pulling her deeper into the kiss.
Happy Christmas to me, too, Ginny thought happily.
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