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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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And Ginny swallowed, did the spell once more, hushed, and looked in wonder as Hermione’s clothes not only disappeared, but disappeared with style. Her blouse was unbuttoned, as by magic, and dragged of by invisible threads. As Hermione raised her arms her undershirt was dragged off, revealing a green bra doing its job too well, revealing little to nothing. It was taken cared of; unhinged and pulled forward, so Hermione took down her arms, pointed them forwards, letting the spell drag the bra of while she used all the sensuality she could muster, concentrated all of it to her eyes to draw Ginny in.

Her skirt was next to go, sliding down her legs, dragging the knee-socks down with it. Hermione stepped out of her shoes, just as the last piece of clothing left on her body was pulled down. As Hermione was not one to prepare something a bit lazy, this last piece revealed a trimmed bush of pubic hair; there but discreet, highlighting what should be highlighted. Ginny could only look on in amazement, with an expression that told of a very good result.

And so she stood there, before the seeker of the day, completely naked and smiling a warmer than life smile at Ginny, urging said girl to come into her arms; which Ginny did, only she came with lips first.

The two girls met in the third kiss that evening, a kiss that told of locked down feelings released, of a hunger to each other covered and uncovered, of hidden lust and a sure, determined feeling that the two girls would go so much further later on. It was a very good kiss; they seemed to like it.

When they broke up, their eyes stayed connected, to tell stories not found outside. It took seconds before Ginny, unwillingly, could break from the spell connecting them, and reach to Hermione’s ear; whispering: “You were right; it did work so much better hushed. Do you have any other good spells for this situation?”

“Not many, but some really good; I think this one is called lust” Hermione answered, while beginning to kiss down Ginny’s neckline. “Ah, I heard of that one. It’s effective…” Ginny said, while arching back as Hermione sent electric through her body. As the brown-haired girl went down, just barely touching Ginny’s soft breasts, Ginny’s electrical “reactions” became a little harder for every new place Hermione kissed. Soon Ginny felt such heavy tingling in her body, especially when Hermione reached a part just under Ginny’s chest (at the right side, which was particularly sensitive), that she had to sit down, taking over the chair (which still was, in fact, very comfy).

When Hermione reached the younger girl’s stomach, she kneeled before her, spreading Ginny’s legs on the way down. She stroked the softer-than-cotton thighs belonging to the quidditchgirl, and she could not help but being mesmerised by the feel of touching another one’s body. As Hermione kissed her way down the Mons pubis, she could not help but massage Ginny’s inner thigh as well, much to the joy of Ginny.

“How come that after so much training, you still manage to be this soft?” Hermione asked under her breath. Ginny shifted in the sofa, as uncomfortable, before answering: “…I haven’t been able to exercise as I should, there’s just no time now; am I really that soft?”

Hermione looked at her, as though she could not understand what the worried girl just had said; then she laughed a little, as people tend to do when they realise that their compliment just got heavily misunderstood.

“Your skin feels so good I want to steal it from you.” Hermione said. “You taste so good I have to eat you up.”

And down she went, not even pretending to care what Ginny might have answered after that. Hermione began to nibble lightly on Ginny’s right thigh, before going up in a way that was not hurried, but definitive. She kissed the top of the vulva, and then licked, for the first time, Ginny’s vagina. She tried it out lightly at first, just teased the poor girl with light, oh-so-light-touches, just barely reaching Ginny’s pulsing cave. Ginny gave up small gasps every time Hermione reached in for a taste, and when Hermione decided to put some weight behind her tongue Ginny whimpered.

Soon the two girls understood each other, and for every lead Ginny gave, Hermione responded. Ever being the wondergirl, Hermione soon had Ginny panting hard and almost constantly arching her back, gripping the chair’s armrests harder for every minute Hermione licked. Soon Ginny took her hands and putted them on Hermione’s head, holding her in. Assuming this meant that the young girl was close, Hermione took to more refined motions, firmer and with little more pressure behind them. Her tongue worked soon like a piston, heavy, with force, reaching the sweet-spot constantly, again and again and again and again. Soon Ginny forced out between her heavy breathing: “I’m close, I’m so close. Merliiin!!!”

As Ginny came - as she screamed - books exploded.

For real.

Seems like it was something Hermione had required.

“That was…. new.” Ginny said, after some time recovering. “That was very, very… new.”

“Did the air disappear from you, or what? You do seem a bit heavy on your breathing.” Hermione said mockingly, but with a smile. As she talked the room took on some changes, and the chair Ginny had experienced her first orgasm was changing into a larger sort of bed. “Was that really the first time someone licked you?”

Ginny took some time, again, to breathe before answering. “Yes, actually; Harry was bit of a bore in the bed.” She said this in a-matter-of-fact-kind of way, even if it was information the whole world of wizards and witches (if they had the right mind for gossip) would give an arm for.

“No wonder, actually, when considering his current date, but just then it was rather upsetting. Oh sans serif, it still tingles…” Ginny concluded. The two girls had moved and now the laid beside each other, with Hermione playing with Ginny’s breasts. They were both enjoying a short silence, while both were thinking about the time when Harry Potter officially came out as gay.

“So…” Ginny said. ”How many girls have you licked before this? You seemed to know what you were doing.”

Hermione ignored this question completely; instead she looked up at the roof, now playing lightly whit Ginny’s nipples, airily commenting: “Don’t you think it’s funny that in an overtly straight relationship; both subjects turn out to be gay or bisexual? It seems to be rather ironic, don’t you think?”

Ginny, who felt contempt enough to look up at the roof (but didn’t play with any nipples), shrugged with her shoulders, and thought. After thinking, she answered: “We loved each other a lot, in every way possible. It was after a rather long time – two years, I think – Harry began to feel uncomfortable.” She took a deep breath, as if the subject was heavy for her. “Some things evolve slowly, and some thoughts take a long, long time to put together. Harry didn’t have time to be confused during his teens, but as things slowed down, the realization grew…”

“When did you know?” Hermione asked, still a bit airy. “When was it obvious inside the bubble?”

“The bubble? Are you high? Did my nipples change something deeply grounded in you?” Ginny raised her eyebrows, to go with the comment. This subtle action also broke (somewhat) the more serious air that had made its way into the room.

“I knew what when he told me, and why. Before that I could only watch as he suffered. Somehow, he’d told me afterwards, he hadn’t believed it was an issue worth taking seriously; was he wrong….” Ginny said. However, when she finished talking, she lightly punched Hermione on the arm, disrupting Hermione’s way down Ginny again. “And by the way, I have a beef with you: for all I know I was straight when I woke up this morning. Only conclusion I can find to my new found preference is that you drugged me somehow, to make your body seem male to me. Messed with your hormones, maybe. Or mine for that matter”

Before Hermione had a chance to argue heavily against Ginny’s accusation, Ginny went on: “But that seems to be unlikely. Maybe I have been bi-curious all this time; I didn’t even think about blowing you off when… when it all happened.”

Hermione was still silent; she apparently did not see the need to talk when Ginny got such a great conversation going just by herself.

“Can you really call yourself bi-curious after doing something like this?” Ginny asked, after a minute’s silence.

“Does it matter what you call yourself, or why you call yourself that?” Hermione asked back. “I don’t believe it is that important what you define yourself as, most important is that you are comfortable”

“Wow, you have really changed since school” Ginny said, as soon as Hermione went silent. “I can still not believe that you would say thing as that, when in school you were all for defining things… Can’t say you took a wrong turn.”

Hermione stopped playing with Ginny’s nipples, sat up and swiftly rolled up over Ginny. She looked down, and said: “Yeah, yeah. No need to linger on thoughts like that.” She bent down, so that her nose almost touched Ginny’s. “I do believe you are ready for round two, and thus I think it is time for your first diving lesson”

And she kissed Ginny; deeply. So deeply that it startled Ginny enough so that she did not react at all when Hermione then heaved herself forward, placing herself so that Ginny were in the most perfect spot to kiss Hermione’s vagina instead.

“So, teacher, what should I do?” Ginny said, drawing out the word teacher to make it…. naughty. Hermione, who certainly liked all parts naughty now, started an explanation:

“There is a million and one things you could do, but don’t worry; one rule covers almost everything.” As she said this, she slowly lowered her pelvic until she could feel Ginny’s tongue nervously touching her skin (nervously as tongues often feel in moments like these). “Get to know me, and then do everything you can to touch me, to pleasure me.” And Ginny could not see, but Hermione smiled.

“It is as easy as that.”
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A Cytherea game of hide-and-seek