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 ;)

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Four : Homework Can Wait

“So what did you mean by that?” I asked in a lowered voice for the hundredth time. We were sitting at Hermione’s favorite table in the common room, doing our homework, surrounded by a mountain of Hermione’s books. Three days had passed since our little escapade in the classroom. Hermione had taken a stance that I was none to happy with since. She was teasing me, by not talking. She would only smile when I brought up the subject of her last comment to me before sweet oblivion overtook me. I still have no idea how she got me back to Gryffindor Tower, and put me to bed. Now, we sat close together at the table, deep in books and papers. Her workload was incredible! There was no way I could have managed it, and still she found time to help a struggling Second Year with her Potions essay. The familiar smile stole over her lips. I sighed. “Please.” I begged in a whisper. She giggled (oh that noise!) and whispered back to me, “Call me Madame Granger again.” I giggled too. So in a coy voice I asked, “Please Madame Granger? What did you mean by that?” She laughed out loud, drawing curious looks from Colin Crevey and Ritchie Coote. They looked questioningly at us for a second from the next table, then went back to their game of Exploding Snap, which promptly exploded in Ritchie’s face. Colin roared with laughter. I had to stifle a laugh myself.

Hermione turned her eyes from the mess that the explosion had created and smiled at me, mischief in her eyes. “Why do you want to know so badly, Ginny? It would only ruin the surprise.” I almost fell out of my chair. “You mean you were serious? Your going to do it?” I gaped at her. Her mischievious smile grew. “Don’t you think it would be fun?” she whispered to me, moving my Potions book up closer, as if to show me something and make a point. “I thought you might want to try something new. And what better than that? I still have a small amount of unused Polyjuice Potion left from last year’s … debacle.” Her voice cracked just a bit. She was remembering her own experience with the volatile potion. I remembered her telling me about it when we were staying in the Leaky Cauldron this past summer. I don’t think I would mind whiskers and a tail, I love cats. “Can I try it too?” I asked curiously. “There might be enough for 2 doses.” She mused. And then playfully, “Possibly…” I gave her my brightest smile, my most innocent look. She almost laughed, almost.

Then I remembered her words ; “If I was a boy, you would be so fucked!” and I gulped. “Hermione, you do know that I’m still a , uuhhh…” My voice caught. “Yes, love. I know your still a virgin.” Her tone of voice was comforting. She smiled lovingly at me. “Let us just forget it then. I don’t want you to feel afraid or pressured into something you aren’t ready for.” “I’m not afraid!” I blurted. “Pressured then.” She replied without missing a beat. I felt indignante. “And I do not feel pressured! I may be younger than you, but I know what I want. I want you. I want you to be my first, my first at everything.” The smile she gave me nearly burst my heart with joy. Oh My Hermione, how radiant you are! “Ginny.” Even her voice seemed to be smiling. “I do love you so.” Her hand found my thigh under the table and she squeezed it gently, then began inching upwards, towards my crotch. I looked into her eyes and before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed her. The softness of her lips was intoxicating, the taste of her lipgloss, strawberry. My tongue darted into her mouth. Her soft moan was barely audiable.

“Blimey!” Colin’s voice shattered the moment. We jerked apart and looked at him. Ritche had left the table, and was walking away to go clean up, and Colin was still sitting there. Looking at us in astonishment. Shit. I seized the moment of stunned silence that was hanging. “Say one word, Crevey, one fucking word, and I’ll tell Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil that you have upskirt pictures of them.” I growled, in my best Fred and George voice. Colin’s eyebrows shot up. His voice was almost a squeel, “Ginny! You promised not to tell!” Hermione, who had been looking a bit frightened, was now looking amused. “Keep my secret. I keep yours. Simple as that.” I lifted my eyebrow in question. Colin looked from me, to Hermione, then back to me. He nodded, then asked quickly and hopefully, “Need a photographer?” “No!” I gasped. Hermione burst into laughter. Colin shrugged, looking dejected, and left his seat at the table. He began wandering away.

“The little perv.” I whispered. “No more so that I.” Hermione said. I looked back to her. “What? You want to take nude pictures of me too?” She laughed. “Why would I want pictures, when I can see you naked anytime I want too? No, I meant that I am a ‘perv’ as you call it. I’m worse than Colin even.” But there was no anger or self reproach in her voice. She was stating what to her, was mere fact. I started to speak, but she cut me off. “So shall we finish this essay? Or abandon it and just go somewhere and fuck?” The teasing tone was back (and I love the way she says fuck! So clear, so sharp!). “Do I really have to answer that?” I said getting up. She sighed in mock disappointment. “All this work, and no one wants to finish it. Oh well. Potions essay’s can wait, I suppose.” I grinned and took her hand to lead her away from the table. “It’s ok. We can come back to it. We’ll only be gone for a minute.” I winked at her. She clasped my hand and giggled, allowing me to lead her away from the table. “Where do you want to go, love?” she asked. “Well, I suppose we could go back to our classroom? Or maybe … “ I stopped. Where should we go? She seemed to decide for us both. She pulled me up the dormitory steps, leading me now. Up to her floor, and into her dorm room. It was vacant at the moment.

As soon as we were inside, she shut the door and pulled me into her arms. We kissed. Sweet softness and strawberry delight. Our tongues entwined. Her talented tongue slipping under mine and drawing it deep into her mouth, where she began to suck on it gently. My knees nearly buckled. She guided us to her bed, simply by luck, we fell on to it. I quickly placed myself on top of her. My hands shot to her lovely perky little breasts, pushing up her blouse to get to them. Her hands moved swiftly to my butt, grabbing a firm hold. I shoved up her bra, and my palms found the two soft mounds awaiting. I love her breasts, so soft and perky. Even if they are so very small, they are still so very, very soft. Her moans were quiet, but her hips thrust up into me, signalling her pleasure. I moved my kisses to her throat, and found the dip there between her collar bones. Moving the chain of the Time-Turner, I licked gently. She moaned louder, and squeezed my rear end. “Ginny, we can’t stay in her you know. Someone will come in soon.” I really don’t think she even cared. “So why don’t we use it?” I asked. “We can go back in time, and be alone for awhile. Just you,” I licked the dip in her neck again, she moaned, “and me.” She looked at me. “I would have to turn it back for several hours. It’s already past dinner.” I sat up quickly, excitement flooding through me. “Do it! Let’s go back! Come on!” She propped herself up on her elbows, her bare breasts still the delight of my eyes, and pulled the Time-Turner out from its hiding place. She placed the chain around both our necks. She was looking thoughtful. “If I turn it back 3 turns, it would be about 4 o’clock. We can’t guarantee that this dorm will be empty then.” “So turn it more!” I coaxed. I reached out to help, and in my eagerness, and I knocked into the Time-Turner with more force than I had meant to. It spun wildly. Hermione gasped, I nearly screamed. The room blurred and I felt as if I had been yanked into the next life! Then as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone.

And we were still on the bed. There was bright light shining through the windows. Hermione pulled the chain from around my neck. “Ginny! Don’t ever do that again!” Hermione gasped. “I didn’t mean to! I swear! I just wanted to help!” I was near tears. I jumped up and backed away from her. Then I froze. I saw the little alarm clock on her night table. It read 9:47am. She was standing up now, fixing her bra and blouse. But she didn’t look angry. I was glad of that. She looked up at me and I pointed to the clock. She picked it up and sighed. “That would mean we have travelled back nearly 10 hours. Well, at least everyone is still in class. Including us. It would have been a disaster if we had gone 2 hours farther. This room would be full then.” She put the clock down and looked back to me. “We have to be very careful Ginny. One more slip like that and we could meet any number of people. I would be expelled. And so would you, most likely. Perhaps we should stop using the Time-Turner. It’s too dangerous” Oh no. I had upset her. I certainly didn’t want to do that. “No Hermione, No. I swear, I won’t touch it again.” I crossed my heart. She smiled at me, I breathed more easily. “We’ll see.” She said. I took a deep breath, “Well, now that we are here…” She giggled. She began to undress. I copied her at once. Within moments we were naked and back on the bed in each others arms, lossing ourselves in kisses, and fondling each other with abandon. My hand slipped gently between her legs, which she spread slightly to accept my questing fingers. I slipped my fingers slowly over her vagina, tracing the folds carefully and rubbing ever so slightly. She cooed her pleasure to me, her lips were gently kissing my neck, her tongue licking once in awhile. I purred to her in response. Ever so gently, I slipped my finger inside her. Her wetness allowing me easy entry. “Ginny…” she cooed my name. “Come here.” She pulled me around. I removed my finger from her honeyed wetness, and moved as she positioned me. She pulled me all the way around, so that my head was at her waist, and her head was near mine. “What’s this?” I asked. “It’s called a 69, love. Haven’t you heard of it before? You straddle me and put your pussy in my face. Then you can lick mine all you want.” It needed no further explaining. I straddled Hermione’s body, putting my pussy right into her face, and dove my own face between her legs. I began to lick and suck the wet folds of her vagina, the sweetness stirring my tongue to work faster. My fingers were hard at work too, slipping in and out, driving Hermione to buck her hips in rythym to my penetrations. Between my legs, Hermione’s talented tongue was hard at work, driving me into a state of bliss. No one will ever rival Hermione at this. She is, by far, the greatest. When my orgasm came, it was swift and like a river of fire burning to escape me. I screamed my pleasure to Hermione and the room. My cry was echoed by one of her own, my mouth was suddenly full of Hermione’s honey sweetness, my face wet to my eyebrows.

To Be Continued