The Holidays Are Here

Chapter Two

Ron and Hermione were coming back from breakfast, and they were still talking about the the Olympics. He had begun to take interest earlier when she started in about hockey. “That seems like it might be fun to watch,” he started, “ but it\'s still not as exciting as quidditch.”

“Ronald Weasley,” she exclaimed as they reached the middle of the stairs. “When are you going to realize that quidditch isn\'t the only sport in the world?” She began to go into another boring snow sport of some variety when she stopped in mid sentence.

“Crookshanks? How did you get out?” She hurried to the top, and leaned down to pick up her beloved cat. As Ron followed her up the stairs, he noticed that her shirt was not tucked in, and that he had the perfect view of her breasts. They were swaying ever so gently, her small nipples perfectly in sight. A warmth flushed through him that made him sweat lightly.

She leaned back up, holding her familiar close to her bosom. He was daydreaming now about her holding him that close. As she turned around, Ron\'s face turned a full shade darker. “What\'s got you so flustered all of a sudden?” she asked.

“Who, me?” he stammered, “Uh, nothing.”

“You\'re still mad at Crookshanks, aren\'t you?”
“No, Hermione, that\'s not it at all. I just-”
“Well, anyway, we better go find out what kind of trouble Harry has gotten himself into now. It\'s not like him to miss breakfast.”

As they strolled to the entrance of their common room, Hermione started in on Ron again about the Olympics. “Can we give it a rest Hermione, please? I don\'t have a paper due on the long jump. Gryffindor score.” As Ron held the door open to the common room for Hermione, he thought he heard the other two running about.

“I\'m going to take a shower before we start in at the library, Ron. I\'ll meet you back here in a bit.” Ron slumped down into a chair by the fireplace. “We\'re starting today? I guess I\'ll go clean up as well.” He sighed, and got back up.

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As Hermione entered the girl\'s room, she heard Ginny hurrying to get undressed. Looking around the room, she found her on the other side of her bed, trying to hide behind the curtains of the four-poster. “What are you doing hiding over there? We\'ve seen each other naked loads of times.”

Ginny remained silent, not exactly sure what to say. She had only managed to get out of her shirt when Hermione rounded the corner of the bed. “Are you alright? You-” Hermione blushed as she looked down to Ginny\'s pajamas. “I\'m so sorry Ginny, I didn\'t mean to burst in on you while you were, you know, playing. Wow,” she went on, “it must have been a good one. I\'ve never cum that much.”

“You can\'t tell Ron!” Ginny blurted out, with an urgency in her tone. “He might get weirded out.” Hermione just smiled. “Don\'t worry, your secrets are safe with me. Besides, Ron\'s not as innocent as you may think. Not ten minutes ago, I caught him looking up my shirt when I leaned over to pick up Crookshanks.”

Ginny was still scared, and Hermione could see it. “What\'s wrong?” she asked.

Embarrassed and a little worried, Ginny told Hermione what had happened. “Don\'t be mad at me, please. I know you like Harry too.”

“It\'s okay, Ginny. I like someone else now. Since we\'re keeping secrets from your brother, I\'ll tell you one. Lately, when I play with myself, I have been fantasizing about going down on Ron.” They both giggled, and Ginny finally felt calm again. She slipped out of her soaked pajamas, and put them into the hamper.

She turned back to Hermione, and asked “Do you think Harry really finds me attractive?” Hermione looked up and down Ginny\'s athletic body. “He\'s a fool if he doesn\'t. I think you attract more stares from boys than you realize. You have something most girls don\'t, you know. Something that boys go crazy for.”

“What are you talking about?” Ginny was confused. Of course she knew that all boys wanted to see a girls naked body, particularly a girl\'s pussy. She already knew that it held a certain power over them, but just didn\'t have the courage to try it out yet.

Hermione walked over to Ginny, and reached out to her red lockes. “The color of your hair, my dear. The thing about having red hair is that it is very rare to have matching colors in your knickers.” They both giggled again. “It drives them crazy. It also works for boys too. I\'ve often lost myself in thought, wondering if Ron\'s hair matches down there.”

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While Ginny went to shower, Hermione got undressed, and laid down in her bed. Seeing Ginny naked, and all this talk about her snogging with Harry made her wet. She sucked on a finger, and slid it into her pussy while she grabbed at her boobs with the other hand. She dreamed of giving Ron head, and of his red hair as she brought herself to climax. Hoping to get some time alone with him before they started in at the library, she realized she needed Ginny to keep Harry occupied somewhere outside of the tower.

Visions of Ron going down on her by the fireplace in the common room ignited another fire in her loins. She began to play with herself again, this time inserting two fingers. The tight fit was almost too much for her virgin pussy. Her hips began to control themselves, rubbing her clit against her hand as she worked the two fingers in and out of her twat. She worked her other hand over her boobs, tugging at her nipples, making them ache for release.

She began to lose control, writhing her lithe body about on the bed. Her loins were about to burst, and she began to moan aloud. Running a hand through her honey colored curls, she tugged on them, pretending it was Ron, guiding her down on his member. Shoving her fingers in as deep as they would go, she tickled the sweet spot in the back of her pussy while her hips pushed her clit harder into her hand. Her loins finally released for the second time onto the sheets, leaving a puddle in the wake of her orgasm. She wiped sweat from her glistening face and neck as she caught her breath.

Suddenly aware of Ginny\'s presence, her body flushed red with embarrassment. “How long have you been there?” she asked. “Don\'t be mad, Hermione. I was kind of curious to see what it looks like, you know, to do it.” Turning pink all over, she said “I\'ve been here long enough to do it myself at the same time. Don\'t think I\'m weird, I wasn\'t thinking of us. I was thinking of Harry again.” She smiled, and continued. “ I can\'t believe I\'m his girlfriend now. I wonder if his parents would have liked me.”

Both girls felt a tug at their heartstrings. Tears started to stream down Ginny\'s cheeks. “I love him so much, Hermione. I don\'t want him to ever feel alone again, what with his parents gone, and now Sirius too.” Hermione rushed to her, and gave her a tight hug. As both girls breasts rubbed together, Hermione felt a shock run through her spine. She felt like hugging couldn\'t console Ginny enough. She leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Surprised by how comforting it felt, Ginny returned her kiss.

As their tongues touched, both girls began to tremble. Stopping to breathe, Hermione spoke. “I love you, Ginny. I have always thought of you as the little sister I never had. I would do anything for you, if it would make you feel better. Do you understand? I\'m not trying to make you uncomfortable here.”

Ginny smiled. “I know you do, big sis. I love you too. This isn\'t weird, because we aren\'t in love. Two girls can love each other and kiss sometimes, can\'t they?”

“Even when the two girls are as naked as we are.” Hermione giggled, and her boobs bounced against Ginny\'s. She reached around and rubbed her ass, and asked, “Has harry seen you like this yet?”

“No, we just snogged for the first time this morning. We didn\'t even take off our pajama pants.” She looked deep into Hermione\'s cinnamon eyes. “Will you show me a couple of things, so that I won\'t be a bumbling idiot next time I\'m alone with him?”

“Sure. You\'re going to like this one. Kiss me again, but this time take me by the wrists and put my hands on your boobs.” As Ginny did so, she felt a slight tingle in her tummy, and wetness began to trickle down her leg. Her pulse quickened with excitement.

“That felt good. I\'m so wet, it actually leaked out a little onto my thighs!”

“Good.” Hermione smiled. “That\'s when you turn away from the kiss, and back into him, exposing your neck. Lean your head down, and then take him by the wrists again. This time, lead one to your tummy, and one to your cute little red mound. In front of a mirror, like that one over there, if you can.”

Hermione led Ginny over to the full length mirror on the back of the door. They both stood side by side for a moment, taking in each other\'s beauty. Hermione\'s fur down there was a little fuller than Ginny\'s, and her boobs were a little larger. “You are so much prettier than I am, Hermione.”

“Only because I\'ve got a couple of years on you, Ginny. You\'ll see. Girls don\'t stop growing until they are much older than we are now.” She put her arm around Ginny\'s waist. “Turn back into me, and rub your tummy against mine this time. Let\'s start at the beginning.”

As the two girls embraced once again, Hermione started with her hands on Ginny\'s face. Their tummies rubbed together, creating a spark in each of their loins. Ginny was lost for a moment in their wet kiss before she remembered what to do. Slowly, she took Hermione\'s hands, and placed them on her boobs. Moaning now, both girls began to feel the sweat of their passion.

Once again, Ginny felt the trickle down her leg. She turned away, and faced the mirror. Looking down at her moist red hairs, she backed into Hermione and took her hands into her own. Placing one on her tummy ignited a fire in her. Hermione traced small circles around the navel, dipping her finger into her bellybutton now and then, slightly applying pressure when she did so. Ginny thought of how Harry had done this earlier with his tongue.

Kissing the softness of Ginny\'s neck, Hermione worked up to her earlobe. Hot breath blew into Ginny\'s ear, causing her to weaken at the knees. Finally, her hand was led down to the little red mound of fur. Ginny\'s heart raced wild with excitement. “No one has ever touched me down there before,” she whispered. “Not without my clothes off anyway.”

“Hang on then,” Hermione replied, “you\'re going to like this.” She could feel sweat beginning to collect between them.

She began by stroking her fingers through the moist red fur of Ginny\'s pussy. Then, she slid her hand down past the clit, gently brushing it as she continued down to the thighs. The little tease forced a gasp from Ginny. Scooping upward, she collected the wetness from Ginny\'s legs, and spread it onto her middle finger.

“Are you ready?”
“Please,” Ginny moaned. “Please continue”
Hermione slipped her finger into Ginny\'s twat.

Gasping for air, Ginny looked into the mirror to see what was transpiring between them. She locked her eyes onto Hermione\'s stare, and began to lose control of her hips. Her legs felt numb as she rubbed her clit into the hand that was pleasing her.

Hermione began to massage Ginny\'s stomach with her other hand, squeezing it like a bellows on the fire between them. She could feel with her one finger that there was no way she could get a second one in there. It was too tight, no matter how wet it was inside. Harry was going to have to give her time to open up before he could take her virginity.

The heat was more than Hermione had ever felt in her own twat. “Ginny, your pussy is so hot right now. Can you feel it? Can you feel how tight it is?”

“Yes. I can\'t...believe...go faster, I\'m almost there.” Her breathing became shallow, high pitched gasps as Hermione pushed into her as far as she could, and found the sweet spot. Tickling it, Ginny began to shake all over. “Look at us, Ginny. Look in the mirror, and watch yourself.”

Losing control, Ginny looked into the mirror. It was awfully hard to do when she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone focused on anything. But she found the strength to do so just in time. The vision of the two of them standing there, Hermione wrapped around her like this, forced her pussy to burn with desire and clench down on the finger that was tickling her sweet spot.

“That\'s it.” Hermione watched Ginny\'s body in the mirror as she climaxed. Ginny\'s cunt leaked out all over her hand. Trying to catch her breath as the finger slipped out of her, she looked in the mirror again to see Hermione sucking the juices off her hand.

“Mmm. Harry is going to love this.”

“Where did you learn all of this?” Ginny asked. Hermione frowned as she spoke. “You have to promise not to laugh! I was in a muggle library last summer with my parents. It was alright, but I got bored in the section they were looking through, so I wandered about. Eventually I happened across a small section of books covering, you know, which seemed rather randy to have in a regular old library. My curiosity peaked, and I flipped through a bit of them.”

“Why am I not surprised to find that you learned it from books?” They embraced, and Ginny began to cry again. “Thank you sis. I love you so much. I don\'t know how to repay you.”

“Well, how about distracting Harry somewhere else on the grounds until lunch? I want to see if Ron and I can, you know, get together. I\'m so randy now, I may just rape him!” They both giggled again, and Ginny agreed.

Getting dressed, Ginny felt more confidence in herself than ever. Hermione had just unlocked a secret door in her that would never close again. Lovingly, she looked over to the door of their bathroom. “Shall I tell Ron to wait for you downstairs, then?”

“Yes, please. And have him start a fire.” Hermione paused for a moment. “On second thought, have Harry do it. I want the common room to still be there when I come downstairs.” Both girls laughed, and then Ginny left.

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