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Firewhiskey & Gin	By : LoveWedge Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Ginny Views: 9337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A little truth never hurt anyone.
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A/N: This is my first written story of this nature. Any and all feedback or critque is welcome. Be gentle! I hope you all enjoy.

The conversation flows freely, just like the bottle of firewhiskey sitting on the couch between the two women. They had long since forgotten the shot glasses in favour of taking swigs from the bottle directly.

Ginny suddenly shouts out, "Hermione! I've a great idea!" and Hermione grins, not knowing why, but Ginny's sudden mood shift is contagious.

"What's that Gin?" Ginny's eyes sparkle with something Hermione wouldn't trust if she were sober.

"Truth or dare!" Hermione's own eyes widen.

"We haven't played that since we were teenagers."

"Exactly. I'll go first. Truth? Wonderful." Hermione's eyes narrow but she lets Ginny have this one. "Did you ever have a crush on a teacher?"

"Gin! They were all old or dead!" Ginny giggles into her hand and then sighs wistfully.

"I would have let Snape clean my cauldron any day." Hermione covers her face with her hands, feeling a sudden blush. "So? Gonna answer the question or shall I resort to a dare?" Without looking past her fingers, Hermione manages to force her answer out.

"I may have, once or twice, maybe, perhaps, fantasized about Snape." Ginny squeals like a school girl.

"Oh I knew it!" Hermione mock glares at her friend.

"It is to never leave this room." Ginny waves a hand dismissively.

"Whatever is said here stays here. Your turn, I choose truth." Hermione thinks about her question, knowing Ginny isn't embarrassed easily.

"Most overt place you ever masturbated in school?" Ginny grins.

"Gods I did it everywhere. Classrooms, the library, whatever loo I could get away with. Once even in the Great Hall during breakfast." Hermione feels another blush creep up her neck. "Really? Who did you think about?" Ginny shakes her head and waggles a finger.

"Nuh uh, its not your turn."

"Oh fine. Hit me with a truth." Ginny taps her chin with a fingertip.

"How awful was my brother in bed, really?"

"Ginny Weasley!" Ginny shrugs.

"I'd heard things from Lavender. So?" Hermione sighs and shifts in her spot.

"If you must know, he was quite clumsy. We were so young, though. Maybe he's gotten a little more confident since then." Hermione and Ron gave it a valiant effort after the War but their feelings for each other fizzled out within the year. It ended mutually and they remain good friends.

"Hopefully for Susan! Truth." Hermione giggles, faintly aware that the alcohol has long gone to her head.

"Okay, why did you and Harry split up?" Ginny considers her answer. Only she and Harry have ever known the real reason. How much does she let her best friend in on?

"We wanted different things.. sexually. It was perfectly fine with him but I wanted to experience more than he was able to give."

"Did he not reciprocate?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. He was actually very skilled. No, he didn't have the proper.. anatomy for what I was looking for." Hermione's alcohol addled brain is slow to catch on.

"Oh. Oh"

"He was surprisingly fine with it. Told me if I ever felt the need for a good fuck to let him know." Hermione's eyes widen. This was not what she'd expected to hear when asking her original question. "My turn. What are you thinking this exact moment? No filtering." Hermione stammers over herself.

"I had no idea.. that you, I mean, that you liked, you know.. women." Ginny shoves her glossy red hair over shoulder and takes a pull from the firewhiskey bottle.

"I don't parade it around. Mum would absolutely freak. But I've dated women and find them very enjoyable. It's worlds different than a man." Hermione can't stop her next question.

"How?" A slow smile creeps its way onto Ginny's face.

"Well I could show you, but that would be a dare, wouldn't it. Are you daring me, 'Mione?" Hermione feels her skin flush. How much had she drank? She wasn't sure at this point. But she knows for sure that it fuels her answer. She nods.

Ginny places the offending alcohol bottle on the coffee table and slides across the couch slowly, giving Hermione ample time to back out of her dare. When she doesn't move, Ginny pushes a stray lock of hair behind Hermione's ear, her eyes taking in the flush of her friend's cheeks, her shallow breath, and her own eyes taking everything in.

Ginny places her lips against Hermione's, gentle yet confident. Her breath smells like firewhiskey and peppermint and innocence. Hermione responds almost immediately, moving her lips against Ginny's as if this wasn't her first time even considering kissing her best friend.

Hermione thinks about the new direction the night has taken. Not unpleasant, quite lovely if she's honest with herself. Ginny smells like vanilla and roses and tastes divine. A breathy moan escapes her throat before she can reign it in. Ginny deepens the kiss eagerly, licking her top lip, asking for access to her mouth.

Hermione grants it at once, sliding her own tongue along Ginny's without hesitation. So far the only difference between kissing Ginny and a bloke is the lack of stubble. And Ginny's hands are much softer as they explore Hermione's face, sliding her fingers along her jawline and into her hair, clutching it in her fingers.

A groan slides from Hermione's mouth into Ginny's at the unexpected sensation. It spurs Ginny on to tug a little harder, angling Hermione's face toward the ceiling, giving Ginny access to her throat.

Ginny looks at Hermione's face. Her eyes are closed, her skin is flushed wonderfully and her mouth his open slightly. Ginny longs to go further but knows she needs to be patient. She's waited years, a few more minutes wouldn't kill her. Unless I explode from sheer desire. She places a feather light kiss against Hermione's throat and releases her hair.

It takes Hermione's heart a minute to slow itself down. Once she's sure she won't melt into a puddle she opens her eyes to see Ginny's filled with hunger. Hermione opens her mouth, not entirely sure what will spill out. "You're right, it is different." Ginny licks her lips.

"How?" Hermione grins playfully.

"Is that your Truth?" Ginny shakes her head and sits back slightly, but not enough to open the space between them. She doesn't want this new energy to fade. She blurts out the first thing that crosses her mind.

"Your nose is very nicely shaped." Good one, Gin. To her delight Hermione laughs softly and runs a finger down Ginny's bare arm. Ginny suppresses a shiver.

"I believe it's your turn. I pick truth." Ginny wonders where exactly she can nudge the night to go.

"Best orgasm you ever had?" Ginny loves how easily Hermione blushes.

"Uhm, well, I don't think I've ever had a.. proper one." Ginny's eyebrows shoot into her hairline.

"Never?" Hermione shakes her head, suddenly feeling very insecure. She's explored her body, of course, but has never been able to let go enough to allow herself to really orgasm. It was a very sensitive issue with Ron because he felt it was his fault when it was definitely her own. Her blush deepens. Did Hermione know how fucking enticing she was? Probably not.

Hermione takes a long drink from the firewhiskey bottle, relishing in the burn as it goes down. It gives her enough courage to say, "Dare." even though it's technically Ginny's turn. Ginny doesn't seem to notice and Hermione shudders at the look in her eyes but stands behind her decision. Ginny's voice is low and seems to dance across her skin.

"I dare you to make yourself orgasm, right now." Hermione feels something stir deep in her abdomen. She'd never even touched herself in front of Ron and now here Ginny was, daring her to do it. Fuck it..

Ginny watches as Hermione shifts her body slightly so her back is against the back of the couch. She cups her breasts through her thin tank and bra, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Ginny draws in a sharp breath. She's actually fucking doing it. She hadn't expected her to do it so readily. If Ginny hadn't already soaked through her panties, watching her friend pleasure herself would have done the trick. She presses her hand against her pussy and bites her lip, halting the groan that tries to slip past her lips. She manages, barely.

Hermione flicks through her mental smut library, choosing a particular scene she visits often. She hopes that the alcohol coupled with the knowledge that she's being watched will be enough to send her over the edge. She pinches her nipples through her clothing, concentrating on the images in her mind. After gathering up the courage, eyes still closed, she pulls her top down so it sits under her breasts. She raises her back a little and unhooks her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and pulls it off. She's faintly aware of movement beside her but ignores it, instead going back to her nipples and rolling them around between her fingers.

After sufficiently working herself up she slides her hands down her stomach and plays with the top of her pajama bottoms. Taking her shirt off was one thing, taking her shorts off is entirely another. Not to mention the fact that she'd decided not to wear any knickers tonight. Stalling, Hermione makes a show of sliding her shirt slowly up her body, exposing her abdomen inch by inch. If the breathing of her companion is anything to go by she knows she made the right decision. In that security, she plunges a hand below her shorts before she can chicken out.

She lets out a deep moan as her fingers finally come into contact with her clitoris. Her other hand goes back to her nipple as the fingers on her right hand slide up and down her wet slit. She shivers as she tentatively plunges one finger into her warm tunnel, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit for added stimulation. She decides she needs two fingers and groans at the feeling. Her hips start moving of their own volition, creating more friction between her hand and her pussy. She widens her legs, allowing for more room, but her shorts make it hard to get the angle she's looking for.

Hermione withdraws her fingers and pushes her shorts down quickly, propping her feet against the coffee table and letting her knees fall openly. She's conscious of the fact that Ginny can see everything but this just seems to turn her on even more. She's suddenly quite confident that she will indeed have a proper and true orgasm tonight.

Her slides her fingers back into her pussy and sighs, this time using her other hand to work her clit. Within minutes she feels an orgasm approaching, though it feels more powerful than any she's ever felt. She's panting, her fingers jerking over her clit wildly, her hips thrusting into nothing, when she feels something wet on her nipple. She cracks open an eye just enough to see Ginny's mouth teasing the sensitive nub between her lips. It's enough to push her over the edge.

Ginny watches with immense satisfaction as Hermione finally experiences what she's been missing out on. She groans into her friend's chest as she screams, keeping her mouth on Hermione's tit while she rides out her orgasm. Ginny could have easily gotten there herself but she wanted this to be about Hermione, not her.

When Hermione stops convulsing Ginny takes the hand still in Hermione's dripping hole and brings it to her face, inhaling deeply before sliding the fingers into her mouth while watching Hermione's reaction. Heavenly. After sucking the fingers clean Ginny asks her, "Have you ever tasted yourself before?" She gets a shy shake of the head in return. Ginny places the hand on Hermione's stomach and retrieves the other that's still sitting against her clit. She brings it to Hermione's mouth and gently slides two fingers in. A fresh wave of desire washes over Ginny as Hermione licks her own fingers clean.

Hermione's mind is reeling. She's had a lot of big firsts tonight and it makes her want everything Ginny has to offer her. Which she suspects is a whole lot. The thought both excites and intimidates her. Ginny is far more experienced than she. What if she can't please her? What if she just makes a giant fool of herself? "You're thinking, 'Mione. Tell me." Hermione hesitates, not wanting her friend to know the extent of her insecurity. "Please?" She sits up to put a little space between them, in turn allowing her brain to focus.

"I've never done anything like this before, Gin. What if I'm not good? What if you absolutely hate it? What if-" Ginny silences her building tirade with a finger to her lips, her eyes are warm and open.

"Did you have any of these doubts about being with men?"

"Well, yes, at the beginning."

"How did you overcome them?"

"I read," Ginny smiles lightly. Of course she did. "And, I guess, I kept practicing."

"Mm, exactly. You think I was a pro at the beginning?" Hermione shakes her head. "No. It took a long time to even touch another woman. I had a very patient partner who was willing to help me learn at my own pace and comfort." Ginny pauses, wondering how far to bring this. All the fucking way. "I want to be that person for you, 'Mione. I want to please you and watch you blossom and grow. I've wanted it for a very long time."

Hermione feels a warmth spread across her chest. It may be the alcohol or the post-orgasm haze, but she doesn't care. Her entire life has been devoted to helping others, to doing the right thing, to selflessly giving without thinking about what she's wanted or needed. And mostly she's been content with that, knowing some day she would find someone to care for her the way she's cared for others. She realizes now that maybe waiting isn't going to get her anywhere. That maybe an opportunity to be selfish and have someone devote to her shouldn't be passed up, no matter how reckless or crazy it feels.

Holding her breath, Ginny watches Hermione's internal cogs turn. She just admitted to something big, leaving herself vulnerable to harsh rejection. But what's life without a little gamble? Eventually Hermione's face splits into a grin that leaves Ginny breathless. "Yes, Gin. A thousand times yes."
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