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 ;)
Author's Note : This is a kind of teaser and set-up for Episode 3, which will hopefully be REALLY hot !

Episode Two : The Autumn Equinox

After that first wonderful night, I was expecting our love affair to continue without pause. I was wrong. Silly little me, I had totally forgotten My Hermione’s preoccupation with learning. And books. And notes. And charts. And graphs. And all other things academic. Silly little me. But I sat back. I smiled and remembered. She was doing the same I could see that. See it in her lovely, lovely eyes. She had not forgotten what had happened. I don’t think she ever will. So now, I had to share her with all the professors. I hate to share. Absolutely abore it. It’s bad enough being the youngest child in a large family. Hand me down this and hand me down that. But to have to share something that I feel is mine … no way. Possessive? Yes I am. To a fault. But the days began to go by without so much as a hardy snogging session between the two of us. A few stolen kisses, yes. But nothing to stoke the passions of our first night together. She had the Time-Turner. Why not use it again? I know that I must have brought this up almost every day to her. She would just shake her head and tell me : “Be patient, Ginny. I want to get everything under control with my lessons before we embark on another journey.” “How long is this going to take?” I pleaded. I know I was whinning, and didn’t care. “Not long now.” Was the maddening reply. So I wait and continue to wait. Fred and George seem to know something is up with me. They’re keeping an annoyingly close eye on me this year. Possibly they are afraid that something might happen to me because of what happened last year. If I didn’t know better, I’d think mum put them up to it. As for Ron, he’s as oblivious as always. Good for him. Percy hasn’t even looked my way once since we arrived, he’s so into the HeadBoy thing, and into Penelope I think. But that’s not my business. So I kept on waiting…

I was totally blown when Hermione came down from the dorms late on the day of the Autumn Equinox, grabbed me by the arm, and lead me from in front of the common room fire in a rush. “Hermi…” I began. But she cut me off a bit quickly. When she spoke, her voice was clear and to the point. “I need your help, Ginny. And I can’t find Ron or Harry at the moment. Excuse us please.” she flashed a brief smile to my friends, all seating around the chess board, where we were attempting to teach Colin Wizard’s Chess. They looked back at her and shrugged. “What?” I blurted as she pulled me away. “Not here. Not now. We have to find a place to be alone.” Her voice was lowered now, almost to a whispered hiss. Their was something in the tone of that hiss that made me go silent. The pressure of her hand on my arm was tight. Very tight. Something was up. Perhaps something was wrong. I prayed that it was not. Had her secret been discovered? Her face was schooled into blankness. No hints there. Her breathing was hard, like she had been running in a race. Her eyes straight ahead and focused on something only she could see. She took me out of the portrait hole, ignoring the Fat Lady and her admonishments about the rudeness of ‘some people who open doors too quickly’. The next thing I knew we were entering an unused classroom on the third floor. Hermione let go of my arm and spun on the spot, her wand in her hand. She pointed it at the door. “Colloportus!” her voice now sharp and sure. The door locked with an odd squelching sound. My eyebrows began to rise. Where had she learned that! “Been doing OWL practise papers have we?” I asked. She turned to me. The wand still upraised in her hand. Uh oh…

“Strip!” She commanded. Yes. Commanded! It was not a request in any form. My eyebrows went up even further. My Hermione had lost it. She had been driven mad by all those horrid … books. “Hermione?” I questioned. She came forward towards me. I felt the back of my legs bump a desk. I hadn’t noticed that I was backing away from her. “Ginny, I said : Strip!” Her free hand had begun to fumble at her robes, trying to remove them without lowering her wand’s sights on me. Her eyes looked feverish, her tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips. She waved the wand at me, indicating my robes. “Alright, alright.” I acquiesced as I lowered my head. I began to remove my clothes. This was not at all what I had wanted, not what I had imagined. But I did as I was told, because it was My Hermione who told me to do it. As soon as I was naked, except for my socks (my feet were cold dammit!), I looked back up at her. She had struggled out of her own robes. There had been nothing underneath but bare skin, and her wand was lowered slightly, but still in her hand. I covered myself with my hands. Modesty? Maybe, but I was a bit frightened as well. Her eyes were hungry now. Her face flushed. “Ginny…” she purred with some of the warmth she had had in it the night we had arrived at Hogwarts. She held her arms out to me. I ran to her. Heedless of the wand. My fright giving way to the love I hold for her. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her body trembled as I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her. She enfolded me in her arms, and rained kisses down on my head and face. “Ginny.” Her voice was deep, husky. “I need you. Please.” Ah, here it was. She hadn’t gone insane or mad as I had feared. She had gone mad with desire. She put her hands on the sides of my face and raised it to hers, and we kissed. Deeply and passionately. “Ages.” She whispered as she kissed me.”It’s been ages since we did this. I had almost forgotten the taste of your honeyed lips.” I couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s not been that long.” It was an attempt to shrug off the last four weeks of inattention. It failed. “For you it has been four weeks. For me it has been ages. I have been turning back hour after hour. Redoing them, day in and day out. For me, it has been ages.” And her talented tongue was back at work with my own. No more words needed to be spoken just now.

We parted soon, to soon, afterwards. We stood holding each other in the chill of the empty classroom. Her skin was still hot to the touch, and mine was up on a par with her’s now. The wetness between my legs signalling to me that I was more than ready for whatever she had in mind this evening. She pulled away from me and took my hand. Pulling me toward the immense oak teacher’s desk that dominated the corner of the room. She smiled at me. I returned the smile happily. Here was My Hermione. Here was my paradise. She maneuvered me behind the desk and I gasped in amazment. Spread on the floor was a thick patchwork quilt and two large fluffy pillows. Beside this sat a silver tray on which sat a blue glass bottle that looked to contain wine, two crystal glasses and a bowl of fruit diced into smallish pieces. “Planned ahead, did we?” I smirked. “Of course. Hermione Granger is never without a plan.” She returned sassily. We both giggled. (I love it when she giggles!). She took both of my hands in hers, and helped me to lie back on the quilt. I couldn’t help but notice that the small downy patch of hair between her legs had been trimmed. I felt a stirring of jealousy that I wasn’t the one who got to trim it. And then another brief stab of jealousy that my own, though red as my mane, was no more than peach fuzz. She giggled again, noticing where I was staring. “Ginny!” she admonished me with a playful look. I could only smile.

I lay back on the pillow that was meant for me and looked up at her. She came to me, straddling my hips, taking my face in her hands and kissing me deeply again, the warmth of her body felt divine against mine. I ran my fingers through her tresses. Splendid hair she has, some say its to bushy. I don’t agree. The more the better, I say. The slight weight of her body pushed me deep into the quilt, it was so comfortable. She reached out and pulled the covers over us, rolling us up in them. My hunger for her overcame me, and I moved in for the attack. With my left hand planted firmly in her hair, I thrust my right down between us to the softness between her legs, and finding the folds of her vagina wet and waiting, I slipped my finger in as fast and deep as I could. She squeeled aloud and arched her back, attempting to draw away a bit, but I held her to me with my controling left hand. “Oh no you don’t! You freaked me out with that Strip command, so now you’ve got to pay the price!” “Ginny! Slow down!” her voice was deep and husky, and I saw that she didn’t want me to at all. I wiggled my finger inside her, watched as she moaned and squirmed at the pleasure one lone finger could give her. She began to more her hips. Humping into me as if I were a boy she had mounted. I wiggled my finger in deeper. Her brows furrowed with, was it pain? I slowed my advances. “No!” she gasped “Don’t stop!” I resumed my singular penetration. Her moans continued to rise in volume, her gasps of pleasure music to my ears. And she continued to hump and thrust against my hand, which was firmly held in place inches from my own extremely wet crotch. “Does it hurt?” I asked cautiously. “No! oh No!” she gasped. “It’s … I can’t … Just keep it up!” So I laughed and kept it up. As the minutes bore on, her face took on the glow of a girl lost in physical pleasures. The heady feelings were overcoming her. She was peaking quickly. As much as I wanted this to go on for the entire night, it couldn’t. So I moved a second finger into action. She threw back her head and screamed to the ceiling. Shit! Someone HAD to have heard that! People five floors away could have heard it! I pulled her down again with my left hand and kissed her. She pressed into my so hard, I was afraid that she would fall through me. Her hips thrust, she tongue darted into my mouth, and her body rocked with the orgasm that followed seconds later. Honeyed wetness spread over my hand, abdomen and crotch. She moaned deeply and contentedly. Then she grew quiet. Very quiet. “Hermione?” I whispered. Nothing. “Hermione?” a little louder this time. Still nothing. “Hermione?” in a normal voice. Nothing. Great. She was out cold. Over stimulated? I laughed to myself. Oh well, at least it was warm under that quilt. Wet, but warm. I could wait until she was awake. I had everything I needed right there. My Hermione in my arms. The night was just beginning …
To Be Continued