Homework Help

Hermione and Ginny sat down in a table in the back corner of the library, so they could have some privacy to study. Snape had assigned Ginny's fifth year potions class a report on the history of sleeping potions, which was an advanced subject that required quite a lot of research for. Luckily for Ginny, Hermione was able to give her a fair amount of assistance.

Their head were bent over a book, and Ginny was busily scribbling down notes on a piece of parchment, while Hermione kept whispering comments to her. After awhile, Ginny put her quill down to take a brief rest.

"Hermione?" she asked.

"Yes?"

"Well, um, I was wondering...."

"About what?" Hermione responded.

"Well," said Ginny, "there's this person I like, but I don't think they could ever like me back. I've liked them for almost a year now, though. Do you think I should tell them how I feel?"

"I think you definitely should," said Hermione. "After all, maybe they feel the same way you do but are just too shy to say anything about it."

"Okay, thanks." said Ginny, and she went back to taking down more notes.

"Hermione?" she asked, after a few minutes.

"Hmmmmm....???" Hermione muttered.

"Actually, well, um," Ginny stuttered.

"Spit it out, Gin," said Hermione.

"Well," Ginny started. "the thing is, the person I like is, um, you," she whispered, blushing bright red to the roots of her flaming hair.

Hermione just stared at Ginny, her perfect mouth forming into an O. "Gin? Are you serious?" Ginny just nodded, looking away.

"How long?" Hermione whispered.

"Since the beginning of this year, when I saw you on the Hogwarts Express." Ginny answered.

"I don't know what to say," said Hermione. "I mean, I've never thought about girls in that sort of way."

"Well, maybe I could show you, then." Ginny propped up a few of the potion textbooks, so they were partially blocked from view.

"Gin? What do you--" Hemione's words were cut off with a gasp of surprise as Ginny placed a hand on her thigh.

"Trust me, Hermione. You are going to like this." Ginny started moving her hand slowly upward, towards Hermione's center. Hermione groaned as Ginny slipped her hand under her skirt, and brushed against Hermione's knickers. A wet spot started to appear.

"See?" Ginny smiled. "I told you that you were going to enjoy this."

Hermione's breathing got heavier as Ginny rubbed against the front of her knickers again. She tried to protest, knowing that she shouldn't be doing this, but all that came out of her mouth was a groan when Ginny slipped a finger into her knickers.

Hermione vaguely felt that what she was doing was slightly wrong, especially in the library, but she gave up and let the sensations wash over her when Ginny slowly circled her finger around Hermione's clit.

"Ohhhh, Ginny..." Hermione moaned, as Ginny gently pressed the tip of her finger against Hermione's clit.

"Shhhh," Ginny said. "We're not the only ones in the library."

Hermione realized with a start that someone could come over at anytime, but she did not want Ginny to stop. It felt so good. Hermione gasped again, as Ginny slid her finger into Hermione's wet center and started moving it in and out.

"That feels so good," Hermione whispered. Ginny's lips curved into a smile, and slid another finger into Hermione.

"Please, Ginny," Hermione begged, not know quite what she wanted, but needing it, whatever it was.

Ginny's smile turned into a slightly wicked grin, and she started pumping Hermione as hard as she could, moving her fingers in and out and leaving Hermione breathless.

Hermione's lips were silently moving, her body desperately needing the release that Ginny had yet to offer her. Ginny saw that Hermione was nearing her climax, and slowly withdrew her fingers before Hemione had a chance to come. She brushed over Hermione's clit one more time before taking her hand out from under Hermione's skirt and beginning to gather up her books.

"Ginny! What are you doing? Please, don't stop!" Hermione pleaded.

"Sorry, Hermione, but I have to get to Potions! Besides, I know you weren't sure how you felt, and I don't want to press you into doing anything you didn't want to. Thanks again for helping me with my homework!" Ginny flashed Hermione a winning grin, then pranced out the door, leaving Hermione aroused beyond belief, breathless, and with her feelings in turmoil. If looks could kill, Ginny would be dead for leaving Hermione in the state she was.