Hogwarts Chemistry

Why Ginny Knew: The Dream


“Hey Hermione,” Ginny said coming into view from the stairs.

Hermione smiled. It suddenly seemed a little warmer, and she untied the belt of her dressing gown, and then looked up at Ginny. Hermione\'s smile faltered slightly at the strange look on Ginny\'s face. \"Ginny? What?\" she asked uncertainly. Ginny shrugged. She bit lightly on her lower lip, and tugged awkwardly at a strand of red hair that had escaped her ponytail.

\"Don\'tw.\"w.\" Her eyes touched lightly on Hermione\'s blue shorts and the too-small t-shirt she wore instead of pajamas sometimes. Hermione suddenly felt painfully conscious of how bare her legs were. She\'d never been bothered by it before -- she and Ginny had seen each other in their underwear and swimsuits, for heaven\'s sake, every single time Hermione stayed at the Weasleys\' over summer -- but the fact they were sitting in the dark, deserted common room at one thirty in the morning, and the fact Ginny\'s eyes kept darting over her bare flesh, sort of changed everything. Hermione pulled her dressing gown together hastily and began to tie the belt, but then Ginny spoke.

\"Don\'t. I want to see you.” What? Hermione\'s brain screeched. The word fell out of her mouth before she could stop it.

\"What? Why?\" she blurted. The corners of Ginny\'s lips turned up into a little smile.

\"Because you\'re beautiful.\" As if in a dream, Hermione opened her dressing gown, then, feeling as if more was needed, she stood up and took it right off, dumping it on top of her book.

\"That better?\" she asked lightly. God! she wailed inwardly. I\'m flirting with Ginny! For some reason, the idea seemed oddly erotic, and the room got a degree or two warmer.

\"Much,\" Ginny said quietly. She got to her feet and took a step forward so they were standing nose-to-nose. Hermione looked into Ginny\'s hazel eyes questioningly... although she wasn\'t asking anything, really. The deep rising and falling of Ginny’s chest answered everything she needed to know, and the brightness of her eyes, and the way her lips seemed fuller and redder. As Hermione watched, Ginny\'s tongue flickered out and moistened her lips slightly. Hermione briefly wondered whether it might be a gesture of nervousness, then that question too was answered.

Ginny leaned in and closed the distance between them. It could only have been an inch or two, but Hermione saw it coming for what seemed like hours. She closed her eyes and started to take a deep, steadying breath... and then all hesitancy disappeared at that first touch. Hermione slid her arms around Ginny\'s waist and Ginny tangled her hands in Hermione\'s curly hair, holding her as closely as possible. Lost in her own little world of warm lips and delving tongues and racing hearts, Hermione realized she\'d never felt so right in her whole life. Even the feeling of soft breasts pressing against her own felt right, as opposed to the flat male torsos she was accustomed to.

Hermione dragged her hands slowly around the circumference of Ginny\'s waist until they rested on the knotted belt of her dressing gown. \"May I?\" she asked, with difficulty because neither of them wanted to stop kissing.

\"Yes... god, yes,\" Ginny muttered against Hermione\'s lips. Hermione untied the knot quickly and slipped the dressing gown off Ginny\'s shoulders. She was wearing just a vest and knickers underneath, and Hermione pulled back so she could get a good look at her. She gazed openly at Ginny for a long time, although the moment never felt awkward.
\"See something you like?\" Ginny asked eventually, smiling again. Hermione grinned back.

\"Yes,\" she said simply, before pulling Ginny to her again and planting kisses all over the newly exposed skin around her neck and shoulders. Hermione slipped her hand under Ginny\'s vest, and for the first time she felt another girl\'s... no, another woman\'s breast under her hand. She felt the nipple turn hard at her touch, and the sensation excited her just as much as it did Ginny.

Ginny responded by tugging at the hem of Hermione\'s t-shirt until it was over her head and had joined their dressing gowns on the floor. She ran her hands up Hermione\'s sides and touched her breasts gently, then seemed to think again. Instead, she dropped her hands to Hermione\'s waist, then ducked her head and began biting on the erect right nipple. Hermione tilted her head back, feeling her hair tickling her suddenly over-sensitized skin as it flowed down her bare back like a drift of autumn leaves. What was Ginny doing to her? It felt so good, so good...

\"...So good...\" Hermione managed to murmur. She put her fingers under Ginny\'s chin and pulled her head up for another burning kiss, then lowered her hand and slipped it into Ginny\'s knickers. She was wet there, and warm, and incredibly responsive... she kissed Hermione even harder, making tiny moaning sounds into her mouth.

\"God, Hermione...\" she whispered when lack of oxygen became a problem and they broke their kiss off. Hermione widened her eyes in a mock innocent expression, but didn\'t slow or stop the movement of her fingers. Ginny smiled at her and brushed her flushed cheek with the backs of her fingers. \"You\'re so beautiful, I want you so badly...\"

Ginny let out a little gasping moan when Hermione suddenly removed her hand. \"Shh,\" Hermione said. \"Lie down on the floor.\"

It was Ginny\'s turn to widen her eyes now. For a fleeting second the silence between them was uncomfortable, then the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came when Ginny dropped to the floor, followed by Hermione. Ginny grabbed a pillow and put it behind her head, then lay back and Hermione continued that wonderful touch. Must be a girl thing, Hermione thought wryly, as her every movement seemed to send shivers through the whole of Ginny\'s body. Somehow, she knew exactly where Ginny wanted to be touched, exactly how she wanted to be touched... Hermione lay on her side with her head pillowed on her arm, sometimes kissing Ginny, but mostlyt wat watching her face.

\"More,\" Ginny gasped, arching her back slightly as she tried to press herself harder into Hermione\'s hand. Then, for the first time, Hermione stopped playing with Ginny and, with a single fluid movement so smooth it was as if she\'d planned it, she slipped one finger right inside her. Ginny bit down firmly on her own hand to muffle her cry, and the sight aroused Hermione more than she ever could have imagined. She stopped for a moment so she could strip Ginny\'s knickers right off, then raised herself up on her elbow and watched in near-fascination as her finger disappeared over and over into Ginny\'s body.

A musky aroma appeared to fill the room, making Hermione feel a little giddy. Ginny began lifting her hips almost hysterically in answer to Hermione\'s driving hand... then she bit down on her hand harder than ever, but it still wasn\'t somewhat enough to ruse her cry. Hermione felt Ginny\'s muscles tighten around her finger, and she let out a little sighing moan herself. She trailed her hand up Ginny\'s body, marveling at the glistening trail her wet fingers left until they touched her vest, then leaned down and kissed her. Ginny kissed back intensely, then sat up and pulled her knickers on slowly.

\"Wow, Hermione,\" she hummed. The girls smiled at each other bashfully.

\"Wow\'s quite a accolade,\" Hermione said, almost optimistically. She relaxed a bit when Ginny nodded.

\"Indeed.\" She glanced at the clock. \"It\'s past two. We should go to bed.\"

\"Yeah,\" Hermione said. Still naked from the waist up, although it felt so natural, she followed Ginny up the stairs to the dormitories. With a \'Goodnight\' and a smile, the girls went into their rooms.

Real World…

“Agh!” Ginny sat up in her bed. “Oh geez, it was only a dream.” Ginny gasped for a while and then felt that sudden urge for more dreams like that. “Why did that feel so right, when it must’ve been so wrong?” Ginny asked in a whisper. She knew what was right…and it wasn’t wrong.