A Proper Valentines' Day

A Delicious Sort of Payback


“Give them back.”

“What?” Ryua said in an innocent voice that did not at all suit her face or personality. She was walking slowly along the corridor, towards Hermione’s Charms class.

“You know…” Hermione muttered, going slightly pink about the cheeks.

“No, no I don’t,” Ryua replied, grinning wickedly, her voice still soft and sweet.

“Miss Granger?” Flitwick’s voice sounded. “Class is starting.” Hermione scowled at her, stomping off. Ryua chuckled. She’d be back.

-

Sure enough, during dinner, Hermione cornered her. “Give them back!” she demanded, looking furious and maybe a little turned on by the whole issue. Charms must have been terribly uncomfortable like that, bare skin rubbing on the smooth wood, skirt not quite covering her still-swollen clit which would have been rubbing along the bench when she moved… Would the oh-so-proper Hermione have liked it? Did she rub herself on purpose? Touch herself during class?

She swallowed at the images playing out in her mind, completely distracted from the irate girl’s demands. “What is wrong with you?” Hermione growled. “Pay attention! I want them back!”

Ryua shook her head slightly to clear it, eyes refocusing on Hermione’s face. “Oh, you want them back! I’m so sorry, here you go,” Ryua said, loudly on the last few words. She rummaged in her bag with great drama before Hermione realized she was really about to pull them out. In the middle of the Great Hall, with people everywhere, watching.

“No!” she squeaked. “Not here!”

A very satisfied grin crossed Ryua’s face. “So, you don’t want them back, then?”

“Yes I do! Just not here, where anyone can see!”

“Then why don’t you come to that empty classroom again after you eat? I’ll give them back then.”

“Fine!” Hermione snapped, going back to her table. She waved away Ron and Harry’s questioning irritably. Ryua quite happily sat down at her own table, where nobody questioned her at all. Nobody ever questioned her, after she’d hexed Draco Malfoy’s left hand off for bothering her. It had taken Madam Pomfery the full night to regrow it, and his pinky fingernail was still crooked. He told everyone it was damage from Buckbeak.

-

Hermione showed up about five minutes after Ryua did, to decrease suspicion, she supposed. “So, you came after all?” Ryua asked, grinning. She was perched on the larger teacher’s desk, legs kicking idly against it.

“Yes,” Hermione said, closing the door and crossing her arms sullenly. “Now give them back.”

Ryua’s grin widened. “No.”

Hermione’s eyes looked like they may have popped out of her head. “What? No, give them back! You said you would!”

“You’re right, I did,” Ryua said, looking absolutely cheerful. “You should know better than to take a Slytherin at her word, you know.”

“You…” Hermione sputtered, apparently unable to come up with a good response to that.

“But luckily for you, I’m a nice Slytherin. You just have to work for them a little.”

Hermione blinked, then glowered. “What do you want?”

“Oh, I’m sure you could figure that out… but since I like making you go pink, I’ll just say it. I want you to fuck me this time. Right here, on this desk.” She patted it unnecessarily. “And then I really will be good and give back these panties of yours.”

Hermione did go pink, and for a moment, Ryua thought she might refuse and just go get a new pair of underwear. But then, with a huff, she whirled and flicked her wand at the closed door, locking and silencing it. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, sighing.

“Things that you can’t do all the way across the room like that,” Ryua chuckled. “Come here.”

Hermione wasn’t quite reluctant, although she did look slightly nervous. “Ryua, I… I don’t know what to do.”

“Sure you do,” Ryua said. “I’ve been doing it to you. And you must have tried touching yourself by now. Or read how in a book?”

Hermione went pink and stuck out her tongue. Ryua responded by snaring her with magic and pulling her the rest of the way to the desk. “So, start off with something you feel comfortable with,” she said, still looking utterly relaxed, lazily perched on the edge of the desk.

Hesitantly, Hermione set a hand on either side of her, leaning forward, kissing her softly. Ryua returned the kiss, although she didn’t reach up into her hair, or take control. She planned to enjoy this without doing a single thing on her own.

Slightly surprised to find herself enjoying being the one in control, Hermione dropped her head down to Ryua’s neck, pressing her lips to the surprisingly soft skin. She felt Ryua’s chin shift away as she tilted her head, and she moved up slightly, brushing shyly under the line of her jaw. Ryua sighed softly, encouragingly, and Hermione pressed slightly harder, letting her lips relax more, the point of her tongue to slip through.

Ryua twitched slightly at the sudden wetness on her skin, humming softly in approval. Encouraged, Hermione explored a little farther with her tongue, trailing down her long, slender throat, down onto her shoulder, pushing aside her blouse just a little. Ryua shifted slightly, trying to keep herself from helping to remove her clothing. Hermione would get there…

Sure enough, Hermione’s gentle, hesitant fingers soon ran down the line of her collar, stopping for a moment on the first button, making Ryua almost tremble with impatience. And then she was distracted by a sudden flash of Hermione’s teeth on her neck, a quick, light bite immediately replaced by soothing lips. Not that she needed soothing after so light a pressure, but Hermione didn’t know that. “You can bite a lot harder than that, love,” Ryua whispered, her voice already slightly raspy from arousal. “You won’t hurt me…”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Hermione said, her hand suddenly inside her unbuttoned blouse, which had mysteriously come open during the exchange. Ryua moaned softly, Hermione’s slightly cool hands feeling absolutely delicious on her bare skin. It still vaguely surprised Hermione that any woman could possibly go without a bra and be comfortable, but Ryua was one of those few. Her small breasts barely filled her hand, but they were beautifully shaped for all of that, the smallish pink nipples already pressing out against her palm. Anything bigger would seem ludicrous on such a small, athletic frame.

Hermione shifted her hand down, letting her thumb flick lightly over the bud, making Ryua gasp slightly and jump. Smiling, she did it again, then pressed down on it, rubbing in circles. Unabashedly, Ryua pressed forward against her hand, moaning lightly. This was definitely fun. Ryua wasn’t a shy person, but she wasn’t very open about letting anything show either, it was too vulnerable. But here, now, Hermione had her reacting beautifully, and she hadn’t even gotten below her skirt yet.

Feeling more confident now, Hermione’s other hand pushed Ryua’s shirt back off of her shoulders, sliding it down to pool behind her on the desk. The pale girl’s skin shivered, breaking out in delightful goosebumps from the touch, more than the cold. The same hand traveled back up her arm, lightly brushing over her breast, caressing down around her side, feeling the ribs and spine under her firm muscles and skin. Hermione knew you couldn’t feel any of her own bones, unless you were really trying incredibly hard, but also knew that Ryua enjoyed it that way. She did suppose it would be uncomfortable to have both of them this thin, trying to… snuggle. Somehow, she still had trouble saying anything dirty…

But apparently not doing it. She switched hands, and breasts, starting to tease the other, watching Ryua’s rapt face with fascination. Her eyes were closed, her normally pale cheeks flushed slightly, her lips parted, tongue occasionally flicking over them. Drawn by it, Hermione leaned forward, pressing their bodies together, kissing her, trying to capture that delicate pink tongue that kept flashing into appearance.

Ryua was surprisingly compliant when someone else was in control, and obediently opened her mouth to Hermione, welcoming her delicately questing tongue, caressing it with her own, showing a delightfully submissive side Hermione doubted most people knew existed. She certainly hadn’t known about it.

Slowly, almost psyching herself up for it, Hermione let one hand slide down Ryua’s bare side, over her gently curved hip. She felt Ryua stiffen in anticipation, and smiled slightly. “I haven’t even touched anything yet,” she teased.

“Then you should hurry up and do so,” Ryua grumbled, although her voice was much softer and more pleading than usual as Hermione’s hand traced over her thigh, never quite moving up. “C’mon Mione, please…”

Hermione felt a very unfamiliar, delicious kind of joy at hearing Ryua sound like that. She suspected she had a very silly grin on her face, but obliged her, sliding her hand up under her skirt, dropping her lips down to Ryua’s chest, teasing one erect nipple. Ryua moaned softly, arching up against her mouth, her legs spreading slightly, silently asking her to go further than her upper leg.

Hermione paused uncertainly when her hand suddenly found itself brushing against Ryua’s knickers, the blushingly shy part of her protesting for a moment. And then Ryua whined softly, shivering, and the shy part just went away. Hermione rubbed lightly over the panties, exploring who Ryua was for the first time. She could feel fine curls of hair in a neat patch through the thin, silky material, and as her fingers traced down, they felt a decided wetness, and the soft bump of her clit that made Ryua jump slightly when Hermione touched it.

Lightly, she stroked back over it, rewarded when Ryua tensed, moaning softly. She leaned backwards onto the desk, reclining on her elbows, giving Hermione all the access she wanted. Hermione was rather surprised with herself, she hadn’t really expected to enjoy this. But it was just about as fun as having it done herself, really. And having Ryua so completely compliant… well, it was just fun. She rubbed lightly over her clit through the panties, feeling it get larger under her fingertips.

“Press harder, Mione?” Ryua whispered coyly, licking her lips. Hermione happily did, rubbing it in light circles, her other hand sliding almost absently back up over her chest. Ryua gasped when Hermione’s fingers flicked lightly over her nipple, then pinched it softly, pulling it out, letting it slide through her grasp, then reclaiming it again, wondering how long she could do that. It would start to hurt eventually, she was sure.

Ryua didn’t seem troubled by this eventuality. “Oh, do that harder…” she moaned, her head dropping limply back.

“Which?” Hermione asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer.

“Both!” Ryua gasped, her body starting to tremble lightly. Hermione grinned, and pinched her fingers harder onto her nipple, harder than she herself could probably stand. But Ryua just kept moaning, arching up against it, her skin flushing a pale pink, brighter where her fingers pinched.

Her other hand pressed firmly into Ryua’s clit, rubbing it, and she was almost disbelieving when Ryua pressed herself down onto her hand, wordlessly asking for more. But she pressed harder, grinding her clit down, and Ryua yelped delightedly, making encouraging noises. Apparently, forming full words would have been too much.

Impulsively, Hermione dipped her head down, biting hard at Ryua’s second breast, making her jump, and an instant later, come, a rush of fluid flowing over Hermione’s fingertips. Ryua collapsed back on the desk, panting, and Hermione slowly slackened her pressure. She raised her fingertips to her mouth to lick them clean, and when Ryua tugged her hand down, she squirmed happily at the soft, sensual swirl of her tongue. “So, did I manage?” Hermione asked, a little smug.

Ryua blinked at her, uncomprehendingly, and then chuckled. “Yes. Yes, you did, Mione… I think I’ll have to steal articles of clothing more often now.”

Author’s Note: Heh. Sorry this is SO late. I’ve been in a very unsexy mood lately, but here is! Another whole chapter! I’d take requests for scenes you’d like to see, by the way…

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