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 other note : ok, this is where I go off the deep end. Literally. Love it or hate it, here it comes … but don’t panic, its not the end of the series, unless I get flamed badly for doing this … mercy please ?????

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Five : The Polyjuice Effect

The next hour was so wonderful. We simply lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. We didn’t need to speak. We kissed occasionally, and gently roved our hands. There was no need for more. We drifted off into a light dose. But as all good things do, it came to an end. Not the end we had thought, but one that was, none the less, very interesting.

Crookshanks pounced on us from out of nowhere! I shrieked and covered my head, thinking a house elf had caught us naked and in bed, and was attacking us with a large yellow feather duster, but Hermione only laughed and scooped up the furball. “Hello, my Crookshanks.” She used a tone of voice that reminded me of parents talking to little babies. “What have you been doing?” Crookshanks turned his large eyes on her meowed as if in answer. Hermione sat up and cuddled the cat affectionately, kissing the top of his fuzzy head. Crookshanks turned his amber eyes on me, with a look that quite plainly spoke to me : “What are you doing with MY Hermione?” I smiled at him, and held out my hand for him to sniff, which he did. He butted his head playfully against my hand, and I was allowed to stroke his ears. The test had been passed. I was allowed to be here with his mistress.

Hermione smiled at me, I returned it. “So now that we’re awake, what shall we do? It’s nearly lunch time, and we have nothing to eat.” She asked. I thought about it for a second. Then something else intruded on my thoughts. “What if someone comes back to the dormitory during lunch? We need to get out of here.” “But where shall we go?” Hermione asked. Then it hit me. “My dorm. I remember that during lunch, all my roomies were at the tables in the Great Hall. No one went up to the dorm. We’ll be safe there.” Hermione hopped up off the bed and laughed at me. “You’ll get the hang of this Time-Turner yet Ginny. Maybe you should ask for one yourself next year.” her voice was a teasing purr. “Hell no!” I countered. “No way am I gonna try to do that every day! I don’t see how you keep from going mad!” She just continued to laugh, and put a throughly put-off Crookshanks onto the bed. He sat there, looking at us with accusing eyes. I grabbed up my clothes and made for the door, stark naked and ready to run down one flight of stairs to the Second Years floor. Hermione was taking her time, picking her discarded clothes up off the floor. “You coming?” I asked, when I had reached the door. I opened it an inch, and peeked out to see if anyone was in the hall. “Yes. I’ll be right there. I just want to put up these clothes and get some fresh ones. And I need to feed Crookshanks.” Her voice was matter-of-fact, but her tone spoke of mischief. I looked back at her, but she had already turned her back. I just stood there for a moment. Entranced by the shapely little bottom that was on full diplay for me. She picked up her clothes, placing them in a chair, then bent to open her truck, which was at the foot of her bed. I couldn’t help it. I felt like drooling. The pleasurable itch between my legs made me wiggle where I stood. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Hurry on Ginny. I’ll be right there.” Then back to the trunk. Go, I told myself, trying to make my feet work, go. But I had to stand their, and get my eyes full. She has the most beautiful round little ass. I sighed, jerked my eyes away, and fled down the stairs. Naked with my clothes in my hands. Wouldn’t it be a laugh if Percy saw me? Or Fred and George? Ginny the Streaker, that’s me! Whoo-Hoo!

I arrived at my dormitory door without incident though, thank Circe! I opened the door and peeked in, just to make sure. No one. Quiet and all clear. Whew! So in I went. Over to my little corner of the room, to my four-poster bed, my messy bed, I realized. I tossed my clothes to the floor. I’ve never gotten the hang of making beds. I tried to straighten the covers up a bit, but it was useless. “Fuck it. We’ll just mess them up again.” I said aloud, my voice clear in the quiet room. I had to giggle. I sat down on the edge of my bed and waited for what seemed like forever…

Hermione entered the room 15 minutes later. She strode in, wearing a pink bath robe, that was open and displayed all her charms, her wand tucked behind her right ear. I almost burst out laughing, she looked a bit like Luna Lovegood. She was carrying her blue crystal bottle in one hand and two long stemmed glasses in the other. She settled herself on my bed, looking at my disarrayed sheets in distaste. Hermione sighed, muttered something I couldn’t hear, and drew her wand from behind her ear. She pointed it at the door. “Colloportus!” and the door was locked with an odd squelching sound. “I gotta learn that one!” I muttered to myself, then looked back to My Hermione. She had laid her wand on my nightstand and was in the midst of pouring us a glass of wine each. I stood next to her, and she offered me a glass, which I took instantly. The amber liquid was a bit cloudy now. “Why’s it look all funny?” I asked, swirlling it around in my glass. She took a long sip before answering. “Because it now contains … Essence of Ginny.” And she smiled her mischievious smile. I didn’t know whether to giggle or say “Ewww”, so I compremised by taking a little sip. The wine taste was still there, as was the Essence of Whatsit from before, but now there was another taste. A taste I knew to be my own. Essence of Ginny she called it. It tasted bitter sweet to me. I prefer her taste of honey sweetness. She was finishing her glass as I looked toward her. “Not to your liking?” she inquiried. “It’s ok.” I replied, swirling the liquid a little more. “Drink it down, love.” She said. So I did. One big gulp. Then held out the glass to her, making a face as if I had swallowed something sour. She laughed at me, took the glass and sat it on the nightstand. I was already beginning to feel the burning fire between my legs, the Essence of Epimedium was already hard at work on me. Hermione stood up and put her hands on my hips. I put my arms around her neck and we kissed. Our tongues hard at work, seeking to out do one another in a battle of sweet ambition. The fire burned hotter, and I moved my hands down to her perky breasts. I began rubbing and caressing them, and on an urge, pinched one of her nipples. She gave a little squeek into my mouth, and bucked her hips into me. I thrust back. In a whirl, she turned, pulling me with her and threw me to the bed. I landed lightly, bouncing on the full feather mattress. I propped myself up on my elbows, but before I could ask anything of her, she had dived. Her face was now firmly planted between my legs, her talented tongue at work on my vagina. I leaned my head back and moaned, spreading my legs as wide as I could to allow her full access. Her breath was cool on the folds of my vagina as she licked and blew gently. The sensations driving me to dig my fingers into the loose covers and pull them tight. My view of the ceiling swam. I attempted to look to her, and was greeted by a sight of loads of bushy brown hair spread out over my thighs and stomach, her face was invisble, lost between my legs. “Hermione…” I purred. She answered with another lick, one that sent her tongue deep inside of me. The fire burned hotter. A finger joined her tongue. The inferno arouse. I shut my eyes tight and surrendered to the fires. When my orgasm came, it was without a doubt, my most intense. I screamed my pleasure to her, she lapped at me in return, attempting to capture as much of my Essence as she could. I thought I felt the sheets tear under my fingernails. My spine was curved and my shoulders pressed to the bed. I was panting. She removed her face from between my legs, and looked up at me, checking to see if I was still conscious. I smiled at her. She returned it.

And from her bathrobe pocket, she pulled a large stoppered vial. Her grin was one of upmost wickedness. “Now, my love, shall I? Are you ready?” I stared at the vial. “Is that it? Is that the Polyjuice?” She held the vial out for me to inspect, but not to touch. “Oh yes. And this time, I have made sure that the hair I procurred is one that I can use safely. No whiskers or tail this time. Shall I?” she waved the bottle. Oh my God ... I’m going to loose my virginity. “Yes.” I whispered, full of anticipation and dread at the same time, “But who will you become?” Her answering wink was accompanied by a giggle. “Why Harry, of course. I know you have a soft spot for him. I know you adore him.” Her tone was teasing. “Shut up.” I muttered. Merlin’s Beard! Hermione was going to turn herself into Harry. Just for me. “That’s why I took so long getting here. I went up to the boy’s dorm room, and searched Harry’s belongings. I found his comb, and just the hairs I needed.” I couldn’t help but be shocked by this little feat of cat-burglary on Hermione’s part. My mouth was hanging open. She lifted her eyebrows and wiggled the vial. “I can pour it down the sink, if you’d rather not?” she misinterpreted my look. “No!” I stated, brought back into the converstaion. “No. I want to. I love you. I want you to be my first.”, then thinking about it for a second, “or rather, Harry be my first.” She laughed. She unstoppered the vial and produced 3 unruly black hairs from another pocket. She placed the hairs into the vial and watched as it hissed and frothed. It changed in color from a thick dark muddy sort, into a muted kind of gold, like a tarnished snitch. She studied the potion thoughfully for a moment. “Ready?” she asked. “Yes!” was my eager reply. “You might not want to watch. It might disconcert you.” She warned. She closed her own eyes, and she began to drink. I tried to close my eyes, but I was too fasinated, I wanted to see the change. I watched as she made a horrible face, as if drinking a terrible medicine. For an instant, nothing happened. Then I saw the lightning bolt scar begin to appear on her forehead. I saw her hair begin to darken. Her nose twitched a bit, as if to change, then it stopped. She wasn’t changing anymore. She opened her eyed and looked at me. I just shrugged. “Well?” she asked. “Still you love. You have Harry’s scar, and your hair is almost as black as his, but you still look quite the same. Still gorgeous.” I smiled. She looked at the vial, puzzled. “Perhaps it can go out of date and loose its effectiveness.” She suggested to herself. Then I glanced down, and saw the erect cock between her legs. I burst out laughing and fell back unto the bed. She looked at me in indignation. “What?” she demanded. I could only point, my mirth was too much. She looked down and gasped. “Son of a bitch!” she shouted as she looked at her new appendage. Slowly she raised her eyes to mine, as I tried to calm myself. Her lip quivered, but her eyes danced with laughter.
“At least we know that The Boy Who Lived in well hung.” She quipped.
I set off into hysterical laughter again…

To Be Continued ...