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A Cytherea game of hide-and-seek	By : Tenshinhan Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 32789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“All right, that went better than I expected.” Hermione concluded, leaving Ginny almost silent with thought.

“… library… and what fucking cave?..”

Hermione waited a couple of minutes for Ginny to ponder on what she had said; she did not want to rush her surely confused-filled answer.

“So I guess you want me to find the real clue, thank you very much, in a book about mythology; that is correct, right?” Ginny stated more than asked. “But you did not say which one, or where in this room it should be and since there are at least a thousand books in here, that info should be found in the verse.”

Ginny pouted. “And if it’s not, I’ll want my garter back.”

“Hah, now that would not be a shame, wouldn’t it? Of course it’s enough; I left all clues for you there in the verse, which, in fact I’m rather happy with. Poetry’s usually not my stride.” Hermione said giddily.

“You just need to find it!” She teased. “But if you need help with the interpretation you can always give me a kiss and I’ll consider.”

“You sure would like that, wouldn’t you?” Ginny sighed. “You know, Miss Head prefect, if you had been this wild during school, The-boy-who-lived would only be in second place in the category of students-you-need-to-know.”

Hermione only looked at her, giggling with a naughty little grin.

Ginny sighed again.

“Yeah, I don’t have the energy to even begin to understand what the fudge you just said. You’ll get your kiss” She said while moving closer, reaching for a peck on the most celebrated witch of the century’s cheek.

“Hmm… That was not a kiss; at least not an acceptable kiss. You won’t get any help with kisses like that.” Hermione stated, sullen. “I – how to say – want a real kiss; a French one, if you will.”

Ginny didn’t believe that her ears heard what they should have when Hermione next said: “I want tongue, beautiful”

“Oh, put a spell on me and turn me inwards.” Ginny said. “Fuck it”

As she bent inwards, preparing her first French kiss with another girl, she could barely hear Hermione’s soft voice; telling her that she had hoped it would come to just that.

And the devil whooped and laughed as Ginny stuck out her tongue, moving closer to her best friend than she had ever thought was possible. Just when she reached Hermione’s soft, soft lips, Hermione stuck out her tongue, lightly meeting Ginny’s. They tried out each other, felt and then felt again, how the texture, the sensation, the pressure of another’s tongue that close, as if slowly tasting something before beginning to eat; and just like when eating, the hunger came. Hermione took a hand and put it on Ginny’s head, inclining her to go in further, which the younger girl did, with vigour. They concluded it all in a series of tongue-wrestling battles, where everyone was victorious and celebrating. As they broke, Ginny breathed harder than she meant to, and Hermione could not stop giggling.

Neither of the two girls said anything directly afterwards, not until Hermione saw fit to evolve the clue as promised.

“Mythology comes in all kinds of shapes, but the type you would like is the one coming from Greece. There is a section about it in one of the rows, and what you are searching for is stated rather clearly in the verse.” She said. “So I won’t help you with that, no matter how many kisses you give me.”

“I think I could convince you if I tried. The point of a game is to find the easiest way to win, and I think I found it. At least, I’ve found an enjoyable way.” Ginny said, counting rows. “But I have also found the row with mythology. The minotaur statue, which was to no use at all until just now, really watches over us all, like in the story.”

Hermione gave a little laugh, before correcting Ginny: “The Minotaur didn’t guard anyone. He ate children given to him as sacrifices and was trapped inside a labyrinth.”

“Ah… Nice choice then.” She said, going over. “Cythera was it?”

“Close, but no. It was Cytherea. And for your convenience; to not make this drag on longer than I want it to, I ‘required’ that all the books would be about Cytherea. Just pick whichever; it’s fine either way.”

”But at least half of the books in this row has Aphrodite as header; is the ol’ head going soft there?”

“You would think so, but no. Just read the intro of anyone, you’ll understand and we can get on to the fun parts. And stop saying ol’ when talking about me!” Hermione reprimanded.

Ginny picked a book, and began to read out loud the paragraph under the headline of Cytherea’s cave. “Cytherea’s cave, Cytherea being another name for goddess Aphrodite, is a reference to a story in which Aphrodite asks Hermes to find the cave of Cytherea and pick the rosebud growing outside of it. Aphrodite just meant for him to get in bed with her, Cytherea’s cave being her own vagina…” And Ginny stopped slowly when she realised where Hermione actually had hid the treasure. She smiled when she read the rest of the entry: “… but Hermes, dumb to her ‘suggestion’, circled the world four times before realizing what she had meant.” She stopped reading and laid down the book. “…Before Aphrodite took him by force.”

“And so it all comes down to this…” She whispered and advanced on Hermione, who just slightly spread her legs and licked her lips. “And you were just sure I would be okay with this?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Okay with what?” She said with a playful little grin.

“Oh, you know as well as I do that I will… look for treasures under your dress; and what did the first paragraph say? ‘You’ll need to peep; first at the entrance to Cytherea’s cave’, then underneath?” Ginny had almost reached Hermione, but it was just because Ginny walked really, really slow. One would say it was the build-up to something greater, for dramatics. Ginny played it well; the devil would be proud.

“Why underneath just after I’ve peeped at your cave?” Ginny whispered as she kneeled down before Hermione.

“Because I have a picture of an arrow pointing down, on my underwear.” She said giddily. “I just want you to really find your clue… And because you need to – how to say – get my blood going - to uncover the spell.”

Ginny began to drag her dress up over her knees, pulling it over her thighs. “Oh, I see.” She slipped out as Hermione’s panties were shown; actually sporting a white (blinking) arrow on a black fabric.

When she came this far, Ginny gently pushed Hermione’s legs apart, before going in lips first. She gently kissed the skin as it turned into panties (or the waistband of said thing) before just going down, step by step, as if likewise taunting, likewise teasing the poor girl. Soon Ginny reached the spot where she assumed the clitoris would be, and began to lick, a little bit wider than she needed just to be sure she stroked it. And when she hit it, Hermione guaranteed it.

Hermione looked rather indifferent at the start; giggling in turn but otherwise not affected by the redheads antics. She, however, gasped when Ginny came to her Mons pubis, and when Ginny actually began to lick over the panties Hermione had a harder time keeping posture, making small jerks here and there as Ginny began to hit all the right spots, even if through panties.

Soon Hermione began to pant a little, and instead of trying to press Ginny slightly closer she instead pressed her away. “Wow, that’s enough. I think you’ve got my blood stirred now.”

“Yes, now that you mention it, there’s something here, glowing for attention. You did really hide it on your inner thigh.” She said surprised, reading the words spelled out on the fair skin of Hermione Granger. “I just thought you wanted me to get down on you.”

“Well, who would blame me – really – but I respect the game” Hermione stated firmly. “And hopefully there will be more licking soon enough.”

“So, this spell, is sonovolare a correct pronunciation?”

“You just need to try it, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” Ginny said, and began the incarnation. She pointed away from Hermione, but as she said the spell, nothing happened. Not one thing. Hermione smiled, and suggested that she pointed the wand back at herself, and then try again.

“Sonovolare!” Ginny shouted, as ones do when doing wand work, and at once all her clothes disappeared.

“Hey, what the Medusa’s wiggling snake? What ‘s the big deal?” She immediately tried to cover herself, dropping her wand in the progress while putting one hand down in front of her small red bush, and the other in front of her modestly sized breasts. During this commotion Hermione took action, rose up from the chair, moved fast in front of Ginny, and kissed her full on the lips, before the redhead had time to fire up for real. Instead of raising more fire, Hermione ignited a calmer one with the simple kiss, and Ginny did not say anything else; she just kissed the forward woman back.

“You dropped your wand” Hermione whispered, obviously, after the minutes it took to properly kiss Ginny. “You may need it again. Right about now, actually”

“You did unhand a useful spell; does it work as well on you?” Ginny asked.

“It may work better; now you undress someone else” Hermione said hushed, sensually. “It is always better to undress someone else.” She stepped back, so Ginny could see all of her easier.

“And this time you don’t need to scream. This’s a’ spell that works better slightly hushed.”
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A Cytherea game of hide-and-seek