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 ;)
Another note : Sorry about the title of this one. I was watching the original Star Wars trilogy this week…

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Three : Hermione Strikes Back

I was warm and contented so I must have dosed off. All I knew was that I jerked awake as she shifted on top of me. “Ginny?” she whispered. “Hello sleepy-head.” I murmured back to her. “Joining the world of the living again?” She propped herself up on her elbows above me and smiled her sleepy smile down upon me. My heart pounded. She is so beautiful. So very very beautiful. “My Hermione.” I purred, as I stroked her hair. She smiled brightly, even with her sleepy eyes. She looked at her wrist, her watch was still there. “It’s almost 3 o’clock in the morning. We’ve been asleep for hours.” Her voice was disappointed. I just lay there and shrugged. “So? What’s time to the Marvelous Ms. Granger and her golden toy?” I asked playfully. “Oh Ginny.” She sighed. “Don’t you see? The fruit is ruined and ..” she paused. I lifted my eyebrows in question. She went on, sheepishly, “And I had other things planned. As well as this lovely bottle of wine.” Her hand indicated the blue bottle next to the crystal glasses. “Wine? How in Circe’s name did you smuggle wine into school? Or get it yourself in the first place for that matter?” She never ceases to amaze me. Her laugh was tinkling bells. “ I was on holiday in France this past summer. Remember? It was no problem to get a bottle when my parents weren’t looking.” Her smile was mischievious. Now my eyebrows were raised in real surprise. Well, well, prim and proper Ms Granger does have a naughty side. Let’s explore that shall we? “So are we going to get roaring drunk and fuck on the desk?” I quipped. She burst out laughing, tossing her tresses about in glee. “No.We are going to get moderately tipsy and play a game.” A game? “And what game is that, O Mistress of Mischief?” I asked, warming to the play. She cleared her throat, and in a very dignified voice she said, “Detention.” Huh? “So how do we play that? I’ve never heard of it?” She laughed again. “That’s not what I hear!” She sat up, positioning herself perfectly across my hips. Her back went erect and her eyes narrowed. She looked down at me, a look of displeasure took over her face. Then she stabbed a finger out at me as if accusing me of something. “Ms Weasley!” she barked, “I will not have you disrupting the class like that again! Detention young lady! Report to my office at 3 o’clock!” I almost burst with laughter! The sight of her face and her pretend demeanor almost set me to hysterics! If I had been standing up, I would have stomped my feet and doubled up in giggles. As it was, I just hit my head on the floor (good thing the pillow was there!) when I threw it back laughing! She took advantage of my mirth, “Ms Weasley! Again you disrupt this class! Will you never learn? Double-Detention!” I tried to master myself, but it was hard, so very hard. “Yes, Madame Granger.” I giggled. She jumped up off of me and disappeared around the desk quickly. I sat up and climbed to my feet. When I stood up, I got a face full of robes as she threw mine at me. Not my clothes. Just my robes. I giggled. Let’s play then …
When my robes were pulled on, I looked to her. She stood there before me, with just her robes on (still open), and the glasses and bottle in her hands. “A little drink first?” she purred. She sat the glasses down on the desk and poured us two generous portions of amber liquid. I took the glass she offered me and sniffed. There was a strange smell to it, a twangy scent, if you can understand that, mixed with what to me smelled like over ripe grapes. I crinkled my nose. She giggled. I love that sound! “Its ok Ginny. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” And she downed her glass, quick as a flash. “Practised at this are we Ms Granger?” I asked. “That’s Madame Granger or Professor Granger to you , Ms Weasley.” She corrected me. “I had a few glasses while in France. I love the taste, its so … free.” She smiled. I smiled back and attempted a mouthful. Not bad, I had to admit, but it burned a little going down. So I finished off the rest quickly to get it over with. She was still smiling at me. My head was already feeling a little fuzzy, and I wiggled a bit, the wetness between my legs increased dramatically. “Strong stuff.” I said. Her smile became just a tad bit wicked. “Of course it is. I mixed in a small part of Essence of Epimedium. To stimulate sexual pleasure and prolong the act of love. It’s not a plant they tell us about in Herbology, but I ran across the information while reading one day. It has other names as well.” Even now she sounded like a teacher. “You spiked the wine!” I accused. “Yes.” She stated simply. “There was no need to do that!” I protested. “You know that I would do anything you want me to without that kind of tampering!” I couldn’t help but feel a bit pushed at that moment. Hermione just shook her head and winked at me. “Now it will be even more fun won’t it? I know you would do whatever I asked, but I wanted to heighten the moment even more. Remember Ginny. I drank from the same bottle too.” True, she had. Was she feeling the same burning sensation that I was beginning to feel between my legs. I began to feel silly for my outburst. “Oh.” I said, like a little muzzy headed idiot. “What other name is Essence of whatsit known by?” I managed to ask. She tried to stiffle a laugh. “Horny Goat Weed.”
I burst out laughing again.
“Well, Ms Weasley. I think its time you took your seat.” Her voice was stern once again. She gestured to a desk right in front of the oak teacher’s desk. I giggled, and swept over, taking my seat and sitting straight like a good student, but it was hard, the wetness was increasing. I settled my robes carefully, leaving my perky little breasts bare for her to see. She took a seat on the desk in front of me, holding her robes closed and crossing her legs. Before she could speak again, I raised my hand high into the air to ask a question. She giggled, but got a grip on herself quickly. “Yes, Ms Weasley?” “What class is this, Professor? I want to know what class I disrupted.” She seemed taken aback for a moment, as if it hadn’t occurred to her before, then she said, “This is Potions Class.” “But I suck at potions!” I chimed in. “Yes you do. And that’s why you were disrupting the class.” I frowned. “This isn’t Snape envy is it?” I asked. The look she gave me could have melted iron. “No! And that’s Triple-Detention for you now! So shut up!” I giggled. I can always hit close to the mark when I need to. “Yes, Madame Granger.” I said demurrily. “Excellent. Now. Ms Weasley since you have been disrupting my class all this term, I think its time you learned your place.” She moved from the desk and placed a quill, ink and parchment in front of me. “You will be doing lines first. You will write : I will not disrupt Professor Granger’s class with my antics, no matter how funny I think I am. 10 times. Begin.” I began to write. It wasn’t easy. She moved behind me and looked over shoulder, to make sure I was doing the lines correctly. I had to be reminded a few times of the proper wording. After 10 lines, she changed the sentence on me. “Now write : I will not distract the other students by flashing them.” I laughed and wrote on. No need to remind me of the proper words here. My heart beat was faster, my temperature was rising. So was her’s, I could hear her bresth coming faster. She was leaning over my shoulder now. 10 lines later, “Now write : I will obey Professor Granger and do whatever she tells me to, no matter how naughty it is.” Her voice was breathy. I glanced over my shoulder, her hand was beneath her robes, rubbing between her legs. I was squirming in my seat, my vagina was so wet and hot, there was no way I could sit still. But I wrote on. 10 more lines. Her breath came in a rasp, “Now write : I … “ but I had already started writing. Fuck me, Fuck me over and over again. “Ms Weasley!” she stood up quickly. “I am surprised at you! Such profanity! Go to my desk this instant!”
I got shakily to my feet and proceded to the desk. She followed. As I reached it she put her hand against my back and gave me a little push. “Now pull up your robes and bend over the desk! I want to see your bare ass!” I yanked my robes up and bent over, spreading my legs a little as I did. The slap came as a sudden shock to me. Then another! She was spanking me! And I loved it! The feel of her hand as it struck burned my ass cheek and sent waves of sensation through me. I moan aloud. She wasn’t hitting very hard, but it was hard enough to make me red. Another slap. Another. This one a little harder than before. I moaned and moaned. Then the feeling became too much for me, and I orgasmed on the final stroke, wetting myself throughly. I sank to the desk gasping. She held me in position with her hands on my rear end. “You will not pass out, Ms Weasley.” She commanded. “Yes, Madame Granger.” I barely managed to croak out. She sank to her knees behind me, and I felt the pressure of her face, as she pushed herself up between my legs, and began to lick my swollen clit. I threw back my head and gasped. Her talented tongue went to work. She licked, and sometimes sucked gently on me, and at other times she seemed to want to get inside me as far as she could. Her fingers joined her tongue, and she slipped one deep inside me, making me moan even louder. I wanted it to never end. To go on forever. It seemed to do so. I was lost in the feelings, lost in her administrations. Her tongue was heaven and her fingers divine. The heat was building, my heartbeat racing. I began to feel the stirrings of a second orgasm. But Hermione had picked up on it too. “Hand me that bottle, Ginny.” I didn’t really register the use of my first name too well. “Yes, Madame Granger.” I grabbed the half full bottle and barely managed to hand it to her, I was shaking so badly. I didn’t even think to ask why she wanted it, until I felt the coolness of it as she began inserting it inside my vagina! “Hermione!” I gasped in shock. She patted my still red little butt. “Don’t worry. Just come.” She gave the bottle a little push, to make sure it was inside me. I gasped and the feeling hit me again. Full force. I had my second orgasm. Right into Hermione’s little blue bottle. And all over her hands and face, which was pressed as close as she could get. Her tongue lapped at the excess. I screamed my pleasure to the room and to her. Then I collapsed, panting on the desk, my head swimming and my breath coming in gasps. The wine and the excitement were too much. Please not now, I don’t want to pass out now! She placed the bottle down next to my face on the desk, it glistened in the candlelight. She grabbed my hips, and thrust herself into me, making me grunt slightly. “If I was a boy, you would be so fucked!” her voice was tinted with lust, deep and rich. “Fucked hard too.” She thrust again. And again. “Maybe with Polyjuice Potion…” But I didn't hear the rest. At least , not at that moment …
To Be Continued