The Bedroom

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On a warm and hazy afternoon Hermione lay in her bed, thinking. Yesterday Gryffindor won their Quidditch Match against Hufflepuff, their first game and first win of the year. She thought about Ginny, flying around on her broomstick, being a general badass. Flight was the one class Hermione never mastered and she was always fascinated by how talented her friends and girlfriend were at it.

Her thoughts began to drift away from Quidditch and instead towards her favourite player, Ginny. Her red headed girlfriend smiling, laughing and just being happy. She daydreamed of the freckled beauty in lingerie kissing her on her bed, no, on the common room couch, no, even more scandalous, on a classroom desk.

She imagined Ginny's soft lips pressed against hers, their tongues intertwined. She imagined Ginny's hands caressing the back of her head, pulling closer while she traced the curves of Ginny's body with her own. "Hermione..." Ginny moaned. "HERMIONE!"

Hermione jumped at the sound and turned to see Ginny in the doorway. "Sorry, were you sleeping?" Ginny asked.

"No, I was just..." Hermione didn't know what to say, she just blushed.

"Were you thinking about me?" Ginny said in a jokingly seductive tone and she sat beside her.

Hermione smirked, trying to hide her embarrassment, but her eyes gave her away.

"Y'know you don't have to just fantasize right? We are dating, we can actually do some of those things," Ginny said nudging Hermione.

"Like what?" Hermione asked playfully.

"Like a kiss." Ginny leaned in slowly, her lips met eagerly by Hermione's. They kissed and Ginny trailed one hand up to caress Hermione's head while the other slipped under her girlfriend's shirt. Her fingers lightly brushed Hermione's chest before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She broke away from the kiss, "Mind if I... ?" She started, Hermione leaned in and whispered, "I can't be the only one braless."

Ginny leaned back and smirked, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra while Hermione did the same. They shimmy out of their skirts and cuddle under the covers. Hermione slowly traces her fingers along Ginny's curves and settles on her bare breast.

Ginny feels the cool, soft sheets brush against her nipple, making it erect. She feels Hermione's soft breasts pressed against her back and her hands tracing her body.

Hermione gently begins squeezing Ginny's breasts as she plants kisses on her neck. She begins sucking Ginny's sweet spot, causing her to moan. As she begins to bring her hand down towards Ginny's panties she hears footsteps approaching the dorm room door.

Both girls bolt upright, hiding their exposed breasts with the thin sheets. Lavender walks in, "Woah! Okay, did not intend to walk into... that."

"It was nothing, we were just... " Hermione started.

"Guys, I am not judging, it's just, I really didn't want to walk in on sex," Lavender said crossing the room to gather her things. "Congrats again on the victory, Ginny. Let's go Gryffindor!" With that Lavender slipped out of the room.

The two girls sat in silence for a while. Then Ginny got up and began getting redressed. Hermione silently grabbed her bra and began dressing herself as well. The awkward silence seemed to stretch on for hours, though it hadn't even a minute. Finally, Ginny broke the silence.

"She's right, no one should walk in on that. I know I would hate it if I saw Harry and Cho nude together, it's pretty gross."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't cuddle a bit."

"Until we find a more private place, I don't know..." Ginny left the dorm room her face as red as her hair.

Hermione lay down, unsure of what to do or think. She thought about Ginny said. How gross it would be to walk in on Harry and Cho... HARRY AND CHO! DUMBLEDORES
ARMY!

Hermione had an idea, but first she had to put a shirt on...

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 06, 2018 ⏰

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