Ginny and Hermione - The Time-Turner Chronicles

Title: Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Author: GinnyImmortal
Summary: Ginny and Hermione begin to discover the fun involed with a Time Turner
Rating: NC-17 (PWP , Fluff , Romance ) SMUT
Pairings: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger
Feedback: Yes , Please !
Characters: Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron and a few other guest appearances
Author Notes: Written cause I love Time-Turner fics. Hope you enjoy.
Warning : Contains naughty words and sex between minors. So there …
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling , and I make no money off writing this smut, I mean stuff ;)


Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode One : The Beginning

It all began on the Hogwart’s Express at the beginning of my second year.
We were all in the same compartment, just after the lights had come back on. The Dementor had been driven away by Professor Lupin, taking with it my visions of Tom Riddle. I was sitting in the corner, thoughts of Tom and all his evil still coursing though my aching brain. His promises and his threats. His power. His evil. Poor Harry had collapsed from the Dementor’s attack. The others were trying to help him and Ron was speaking, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I must have made a noise, perhaps a sob, because Hermione looked up at me from where she knelt on the floor, her eyes and face colored by concern. She came to my side and slipped on to the seat next to me. Her arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me tight to comfort me. Her quiet voice whispered in to my ear, “It’s alright Ginny. It’s gone. I’m here. I’ll hold you.” My heart nearly burst. I looked into her deep brown eyes and her lovely face. I fell in love with Hermione Granger in that instant. “Thanks.” I choked out, but just barely, my heart in my throat. I moved slightly, snuggling in as close to her as I could. Feeling the warmth of her body, the pleasure of warmth that had fled as the Dementor had come in with all its coldness and sorrow. She me hugged tighter. All my thoughts of Tom has vanished. All there was now was her. I drank in the smell of her. She pulled my head down to her rest on her shoulder and began to pet my hair gently. She rested her check against my head and moved her hand to my face, where she stroked my cheek, wiping away my tears. I breathed deeply and slowly. Hermione smelled of new parchment and I could smell the faint smell of her new cat on her as well. “Shhh…” she whispered. “I’ve got you. Nothing to fear with me.” Her voice, almost a purr. I fell even deeper in love. But I could say nothing, the others were too close, and harry was too upset. It wasn’t the right time. I began to tremble and she held me still, rocking slowly. Professor Lupin passed chocolate to us all, and Hermione accepted mine for me, breaking it into little bits for me, feeding me a piece, then a piece for herself. I knew she was feeling the effects of the attack as well, but she was taking it better and had recovered faster than I. She was strong, my Hermione. The warmth that spread through me that the chocolate brought, was pale and dull in comparrison to my heart’s heat for her. We ate the candy together and she smiled at me to comfort me. As she lifted another piece of chocolate to my lips, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned up to her and kissed her full on the lips. The sweet taste of her lips was mixed with chocolate. Her eyes flew wide in surprise. I held her there for an instant, and eternity. My tongue flicked quickly, testing to wetness of her lips. Then panicking, I drew back from her. “Hermione…I…I…just…” I stammered. I trembled violently. Her face became very serious and she whispered, “Later. We will discuss this later.” I blushed furiously. Now I had done it. Now I had ruined the only chance for friendship from this lovely girl. I had violated our bond, stepped to far. She turned her gaze away from my face, and looked back to Harry and the others. No one else had seen us.
But she still held me.

For the rest of that trip to the school, Hermione barely spoke to me. She acted as if nothing had happened. So I could do nothing but follow her lead. I rode up to the school in a different carriage than she did. My companions we laughing and acting as if nothing had happened on th train. The Dementor put aside, as if they could force it out of there memories. I sat in silence. My thoughts were two carriages away with a bushy haired brunette.

After arriving at the school, we all entered the Great Hall to await the Sorting. I looked around, but could only see Ron. No Hermione or Harry either. “Where?” I asked shortly , but Ron just scowled. “Professor McGonagal called them to her office just as we arrived. Hope their not in for it already. Couldn’t see what they could have done though.” He took a seat, saving the ones to his left and right for our two missing Gryffidors. I sat close by, but not to close, next to Fred and George. “What’s the matter, Gin?” Fred asked me. “Nothing.” Was my cropped reply. He looked at George, who looked blankly back and shrugged. “Leave her alone Fred. She’s pissed ‘bout something. Don’t get on her bad side.” They then left me be, alone with my thoughts as the Sorting started its Song. I didn’t even look up for it.

Harry and Hermione arrived just after the Sorting was finished and I could see that neither of them was upset or mad. Hermione seemed to be very happy about something. Her smile radiated from her beautiful face. Part of me sighed in relief, part of me sank to the floor. At least she’ll be in a good mood when she tells me that she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore and tells me to go to hell…

After the Feast and Dumbledore’s speech, we all headed up to Gryffindor Tower. I was dragging my feet and arrived last of all. I wasn’t looking around, and must have walked right past her, because by the time I had reached the third step of the stairs, I heard her voice behind me, crisp and clear. “Ginevra. We need to talk.” Oh No. Merlin’s Beard, She had used the name. Ginevra instead of Ginny. Like mum does when she’s really really mad at me … again. I turned around and walked back down the stairs to where she stood. Her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on me. I lowered my head and went to her as she turned and motioned me to follow. I followed her over to the common room fire like a puppy. What now? Loose my friend? Cry ignorance or plead temporary insanity? “Gin…” she began, but I cut her off. Better the truth for all involved. “I love you.” I blurted out. She stared at me, but I could hardly look up. I kept on going. “I do. Your in my Heart and my Soul. I feel it deep in my body. I don’t want to loose my best friend. I don’t want to loose you. But I have to say it. Its been in my head all day. Since we were on the train. As you held me. When I stole that kiss. I. Love. You.” And so I waited for the hammer to fall. Or for her to hex me into oblivion. She was silent for all of a minute. It seemed years to me. She moved slowly, stepped up to me and up her finger under my chin. She raised my face to look into hers. Her eyes were filled with tears.

“I never meant to frighten you Ginny. I never meant for you to think I was going to not be your best friend. I am your best friend and I always will be. Now, kiss me,” she purred. “Show me how much you love me and we will start again.” And She leaned toward me. My heart was pounding, my throat dry and constricted, but I wet my lips and leaned to meet her. Her eyes closed and our lips met. I put my arms around her and she me. We held each other there in front of the fire and we kissed. Her hot tongue darting into my mouth to greet mine, as we locked ourselves together in love and passion. My Hermione. Yes, My Hermione. Mine! We stood there for a very long time, even after we had broken the kiss. We leaned our forehaeds together and looked into each others eyes. “I love you.” We both said at the same time. She giggled. I smiled, then giggled too. She’s so very sweet when she’s happy. “We should be in bed.” She finally spoke. I raised my eyebrows looking surprised, and she giggled again. “I meant, we need to get some sleep!” She laughed. I smiled again. “But, I want to stay up with you all night.” I pleaded. “More kisses?” she asked with an inquiring smile. I couldn’t repress my sheepish grin as I nodded. She smiled at me and then seemed to slip into a very contemplative mood. Her thoughts were whirring around in her head, I could see it in her eyes, so I just held her and waited to see what was up.

Finally, she spoke. “Ginny.” She began, “I’m not supposed to tell anyone about this. You have to give me your word of honour that you will tell absoluetly no one. Under any circumstance.” She stressed the last few words implicitly. I nodded, like an idiot. “Swear to me Ginny. I can get expelled if anyone finds out.” Oh my goodness! Expelled? No! “I swear, Hermione. I swear by all I hold dear.” She looked into my eyes for a moment and then stepped back from me. She began to unbutton her blouse. My heart skipped a beat or three. My eyes glued themselves to the area of bare skin that was beginning to be revealed as she undid the buttons. I swallowed. After three buttons she stopped, and I could see the beginnings of the valley between her small breasts. The breasts that were hidden under her light pink lacy bra. The bra I wanted to remove from her body. With my teeth. With my tongue. To tear it from her breasts! I felt the pleasurable stirring between my legs, the wetness there. I bit my lip, and whimpered. Merlin’s beard! I came on myself just thinking about her bra! She didn’t seem to notice my whimper. She was pulling something out from between her breasts, something on a long chain. Gold and glass glittered in the firelight. She held it up for me to see. “This is a Time-Turner, Ginny. It’s basic function is to take its bearer back in time, so that they may re-do hours over again. I’m going to be using it this year because I have several extra classes and there isn’t enough time in the regular school hours for me to attend all of them.” She drew a deep breath. I looked on, fasinated, the wetness in my knickers making me squirm slightly. “If we spend our time carefully, we can use the Time-Turner and return to this moment. Then we can go to bed and still get enough rest for tomorrow’s lessons. It can be a test.” She annouced looking as though it would make a good experiment. “OK”, I replied. “But where can we go to be alone? I don’t want Ron or Harry walking in on us snogging. Or anyone else for that matter!” I wondered. “Your not embarrased are you Ginny?” she cooed. “No.’ I stated firmly. “I just don’t want either of us to get into trouble, or have to endure anyone’s snide remarks!” She giggled again, giving me a small wink. I almost came again. “I think its best that we keep our secret just that, a secret. We’ll show the world our friendship, and keep our love making to ourselves.” I squirmed again at the mention of love making.

“Let’s see. Where can be go and be completely alone?” she asked herself out loud, looking around the room. “Anywhere with a bed.” I thought to myself. I wanted her so badly! After a few moments she ventured, “There’s not really anywhere we can go that’s not outside of Gryffindor Tower. However, I think that after that excellent feast and with everyone being so full, that we will be fairly safe right here next to the fire. Everyone should sleep rather well tonight. All we need to do is make sure we can’t be seen from the stairways. And that’s no problem, all we have to do is move these two big chairs around a bit.” She began to move the chairs so that their backs were toward the stairs. I helped, as they were rather large chairs. As we now stood between the chairs and the fire, the stairways were completely blocked from this point of view. “We can stay here for as long as we want and the I can return us to this moment and we can sneak upstairs and go to bed.” Hermione stated matter-of-factly. I just nodded. She smiled and drew me close. We kissed again. Then I heard a noise. A soft footfall followed by a “Shhhh” noise , from behind the chair. I jerked my head to look, and saw a flash of red hair, as someone ran up the stairs. Hermione turned my face back to hers. “Calm down. It’s only us heading up to bed.” I heard a slight giggle from the stairs. “Oh. I forgot.” I said. Hermione giggled this time. “How could you forget? We haven’t done it yet.” And I smiled at her and kissed her soundly. We settled ourselves into one of the high backed comfy chairs and set into a real snogging session. Hermione has a very talented tongue. And I’m pretty good if I do say so myself. The minutes melded together and I drank in the taste and smell of her. She caressed me and held me as we kissed. My body was putty under her touch. I roved my hands gently and carefully, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her back. I longed to reach into her shirt and under her bra! I want to explore her fully, but was afraid to. I didn’t want to push to far to fast. I began to kiss on her neck, gently licking as I savored the taste of her sweat. Her hands were in my hair, stroking it. “Ginny…” she purred. “I’ve never … done … this … before … nice … please don’t stop.” I had no intention of stopping. The hell with to fast. I leaned down further, licked the exposed area between her firm little breasts as she leaned back a little. She moaned aloud. Bit her lip to silence herself. Her body bucked slightly against me. She was having an orgasm! And I was missing it! I thrust my hand under her skirt, slipping it beneath her knickers as I frantically tried to get to her crotch. She spread her legs slightly to allow me access, and my fingers found her waiting vagina, wet and sticky. Her juices spread over my questing fingers as I touched her. She moaned aloud again. “Ginny!” she gasped. My only answer was a moan of my own as I moved her bra aside with my other hand and took one of her hard little nipples into my mouth and began to suck on it, biting oh so gently. Exctasy ran through me, this was surely Heaven on Earth! Hermione’s body shook as I sucked on her breast. I slipped my fingers as far under her knickers as possible , and then attempted to slip one of my fingers inside of her. She complied with this, spreading her legs further apart, allowing me even better access. “Ginny” she cooed, “Oh my god, Ginny! Don’t stop!” So I didn’t. My questing finger slipped between the lips of her wet vagina and entered into her tightness. She was hot, and wet and very slippery. Her right hand pulled my hair, her left steading herself in the chair. And I used both hands to drive her wild. My right was engaged with her wetness, so I moved my left around and placed a firm grip on her gorgeous little round bottom. I growled my pleasure to her as I sucked her nipple. She actually giggled a little, before breaking into another moan and a orgasm that wet the both of us. My own moan and orgasm followed hers, but wet only me. Hermione and I both leaned together, hugging each other for support. Gasping for breath. Soon, she had gotten her breath back. Just ahead of me. “Your turn…” she purred, sliding her hand under my skirt and pulling my knickers down. I giggled and lay back, offering her all of me. She pulled my knickers off, and held them to her face, inhaling the scent of Ginny. Then she looked at me and lowered them, a playful smile on her lips. She slipped out of the chair and, on her knees, turned to face me. Before I could say or do anything, she lowered her face to my waiting vagina and began to lick and suck as if I were a piece of candy she couldn’t wait to devour. I moaned loudly, not caring who might hear, and ran my fingers through her bushy mane. She has a talented tongue, My Hermione, and she put it to good use.

Some time much later, we slipped behind the chairs, and she placed the chain of the Time-Turner around my neck. We returned to the moment just after we had moved the chairs. I made to stand up, but she held me low. She placed her finger to her lips, and whispered “Shhh” We stayed bent low and moved to the stairs, quickly and quietly. I had to do it, I glanced back. And saw myself looking startled, looking toward the stairs, and Hermione’s voice saying : “Calm down. It’s only us heading up to bed.” I giggled and fled up the stairs. I followed My Hermione, for what I knew was to be a very unforgettable year to come.
To Be Continued