Bathtime Therapy

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My story had the war taking place during the 6th year at Hogwart's as Voldemort did not bide his time to build his numbers but had his Death Eaters in place once he returned to life. His actions were so brutal that most Death Eaters and Purebloods turned away from him. The setting is the 7th year at Hogwart's during the recovery of the students.


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Hermione Granger was really looking forward to a good hot soak before bed. While on her way to the Prefect's bathroom, she stumbled and would have fallen if not for a fellow student. She refocused her tired eyes and reached for the bathroom handle. It didn’t budge. Irritation flashed in Hermione’s eyes. She was not going back downstairs after coming up all this way. “Alohomora” she hissed, and pushed the door as it quietly clicked open.

Hermione did not know what to expect when she walked in the bathroom but this was not it. The sounds of loud sobbing filled the room. Quickly she turned and wrapped her scarf around the handle, the students sign for “Do Not Disturb”, and locked the door again. She removed her shoes and began walking to the source of the sound.

The crying was coming from the large pool sized bathtub. Someone was in the tub but it was hard to see through the bubbles and the steam. As Hermione approached, the steam slowly revealed a petite girl covered in bubbles. Hermione breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of jasmine and citrus, then rolled her shoulders and braced herself. Not wanting to scare anyone, she scuffed her feet across the floor while moving to the massive bathtub and Cho Chang.

Cho heard the sound to someone moving in the bathroom and froze. "Damn it!" she thought to herself. "I thought I locked the door. I just need some peace."

She quickly splashed her face, pasted a brilliant smile on her face, and turned to face the intruder. She was surprised to see Hermione Granger.

“Hi Cho. I hope I’m not disturbing you. I really needed to relax tonight but I can come back later if you need some time alone.”

Cho looked at her, noticing her sleepy eyes. “There is plenty of room, Hermione. You may join me.” Cho's facade was in place and she sounded positively cheerful. Hermione sighed sadly as she knew why Cho was crying. Voldemort’s followers heard a rumor that the Chang family were in the Order. The rumors were false but that did not stop Thorfinn Rowle from killing them anyway. The cause of death of Cho's Dad, Mum, and little sister were never released to the public. Hermione stripped and stepped in the tub while Cho closed her eyes, seemingly to unwind.

Hermione sank into the sweltering water and wondered if Cho would speak further. She sighed as she floated on her back, at ease to be in the bath with the witch. She thought Cho was very attractive and would have enjoyed a bath in a setting that did not involve tears. Hermione pushed the regrets from her mind and let the hot water soothe her. She massaged her shoulders, wincing at the pain.

After returning to Hogwarts for her seventh year, she became a thereapeutic assistant to Madame Pomfrey to help other witches and wizards with the aftereffects of the war. The Ministry made a controversial decision that all wizards of school age must be evaluated by St. Mungo’s. If they passed, the young wizard or witch would have to go to school. As a result of the increased students, the number of healers and healer assistants increased.

Today had been especially bad. Elenora Green, a third year Ravenclaw student, had a breakdown today in her Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid was horrified by Elenora’s reaction when she was overcome by a panic attack and hexed four other students before collapsing.

A soft voice at Hermione’s ear drew her from her musing. “Hermione, can I speak with you?”

“Sure Cho. Always.”

A few moments passed before Cho spoke again. “Hermione, I wonder sometimes if Voldemort and the Death Eaters left some of us alive on purpose. If their goal was to take away joy then I feel they have succeeded.”

Hermione turned and looked at her, catching her eyes. “There is still joy, even in the little things. I will not let Voldemort win, in anything.”she stated quietly.

A ghost of a smile crossed Cho’s lips, and then was replaced by a trembling lower lip. “Elenora was studying so hard to be on the Quidditch team. She would come to every practice and watch our moves. She said flying was like being free. Then she breaks down and I don't know if she will ever be okay.” Tears started to streak down her face.

Hermione approached Cho and gently reached for her. Cho’s tears were falling rapidly now and she closed the distance, placing her head on Hermione’s shoulder. Hermione gasped at the contact when Cho pressed her body against her but did not move away. Hermione’s arms went around Cho’s back, lightly rubbing in circles, while she soothed the Quidditch captain.

Hermione knew the best thing she could offer was a shoulder to cry on. She sang softly and held Cho close while stroking her hair and back. After several minutes the sobs slowed, and then stopped. Cho leaned into Hermione’s touch, needing the contact with another person. The feather soft touches on her back were starting a quickly burning fire. It seemed so natural to turn her face just a fraction of an inch and kiss Hermione’s collar bone. She had wanted to do this ever since the last Sorting Ceremony when she saw that the Hermione looked different. Her former bushy hair had turned into sleek curls and Hermione carried herself with a certain confidence that was new to the Gryffindor.

Hermione closed her eyes, surprised at the touch. She was no longer the inexperienced virgin. With death literally at your heels, many witches and wizards looked for intimacy in someone's arms. She held her breath and waited to see what Cho would do next.

Cho nibbled on Hermione, then, ever so slowly, ran her tongue up her neck to lick the drops of moisture from her skin. Hermione moaned in her throat and leaned her head to the side, granting access to Cho’s ministrations. "Yessss" Hermione groaned. Cho continued up to Hermione’s ear and thrust her tongue in. She gently kissed Hermione’s temple, her cheek, her jaw, and ran her tongue over Hermione’s lips, requesting entry. Hermione opened her lips and Cho held her face in both hands. The kiss started out inquisitive but soon turned into demanding. Hermione’s pulled Cho close as they explored one another.

Cho pushed Hermione back and began massaging her breasts. She licked her way to her lush handfuls and sucked hard on her pert nipples. Hermione’s hips jutted forward and her mind went blank, tiredness forgotten. She couldn’t help grabbing Cho and grinding her hips against her. Cho slipped one thigh between Hermione’s legs and pressed against her core. Hermione rocked herself against her, needing more. Cho sucked on Hermione's nipples until they were bright red then reached her arms behind Hermione’s knees and lifted her on the side of the tub.

Cho grasped Hermione’s hips and looked at Hermione’s sweet folds. She blew on her lightly and watched the moisture seeping from between her thighs. Hermione's hands reached to pull Cho closer but had her hands grabbed instead. Cho moved her hands to her side and placed her mouth over Hermione’s lips, sucking hard. Hermione cried out while Cho held her steady and ravaged her pussy.

Hermione was on fire. Cho’s tongue plunged inside her, whorled around, and left her gasping. Her hips were held firmly while she was nibbled and sucked until she felt as if she were being consumed. One finger press into her opening while Cho clamped down on her clit. She bucked against Cho’s hand as she pinched her nipples. Cho slipped in a second finger, then a third while putting that devilish tongue to use. The pressure was almost more than Hermione could take. “Ohhhhh, oh Gods!” Hermione’s orgasm was just beyond her when she felt a finger slide into her rear opening to set her off in a powerful explosion.

Cho gently let go of Hermione, realizing she would have a set of bruises from her hands. She climbed out of the bath and placed her knees on both sides of Hermione’s head. When Hermione notice the delightful treat over her lips, she pulled down Cho’s hips and sought to please her.

Cho watched in the mirror as she, covered with bubbles, was sitting up with her pussy on Hermoine’s face. She began running her hands over her body, kneading her breasts, then ran her fingers through her hair. She pinched her nipples and began crying out her approval of Hermione’s ministrations. Hermione began rubbing on her nub with her thumb and plunged her tongue deep inside. She lapped up Cho’s juices and ran her tongue completely from front to back, then over again. It was driving Cho crazy and she lowered down further on Hermione’s face. Hermione thrust two fingers into her soaking passage and curled her fingers. She found Cho’s sensitive spot and began stroking in earnest. The pressure built until Cho spasmed, screaming her release. She lay forward on Hermione’s warm body while both panted harshly.

A few minutes passed until they were able to crawl into the still warm water. Cho and Hermione cleaned each other, taking extra care on certain places. Hermione found her shoulders were no longer sore and enjoyed toweling Cho off with the large fluffy towel she brought. Before leaving the bathroom, they shared another very long kiss that left both of them wanting a next time.

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