About Last Night

10:00 pm

Hermione made her way feverishly down the hall towards the Prefect's bathroom. She had been thinking about what the evening might bring the whole day long: constantly checking the time and going through her lessons with unusual impatience.

She couldn't even remember what Professor Sinistra had said about star collisions, and what was even more bewildering than that was that Hermione didn't care. She could read up on Astronomy any time, but she hadn't seen Ginny - really seen Ginny - in almost a week, and as far as she was concerned, that couldn't wait another minute.

Hermione welcomed the now-familiar butterflies in her stomach as she turned the last corner before the statue of Boris the Bewildered and found Ginny leaning casually against his podium, wearing a smirk that took up her entire face. Her grin widened into pure happiness as she saw the older girl walking towards her. 

"Oh hello Hermione, fancy meeting you here. I was just having a nice chat with Boris, although he refuses to let me into the bathroom."

"Well, you're not a Prefect, are you?" Hermione smiled and played along, giving Boris a sanctimonious little nod of approval. 

"That's just what I told her, m'lady - no Prefects allowed in this bathroom!"

The girls giggled to each other, and Hermione found herself looking deeply into Ginny's honeyed brown eyes. 

"Well. luckily for you, I am a Prefect. And to you, Sir," she glanced goodnaturedly at the statue, "I say 'Codswallop." Boris stiffened on his podium and slid smoothly off to one side. Ginny took hold of Hermione's hand as they walked through the small archway that the statue had revealed. 

"Fancy a bath? You must need one after double Quidditch Practice today," Hermione said conversationally as they piled their shoes and stockings beside the entryway. 

"Are you trying say that I stink?" asked Ginny in a tone of mock-horror. Hermione responded without thinking. "I love the way you smell."

Ginny went quiet. Her eyes flashed and she drew closer to Hermione, who felt her insides growing warmer with every increase in proximity. Their breath intermingled as they locked eyes again. She was under Ginny's spell now; and there was nothing that spellbound Hermione wouldn't do. 

It was like being under the Imperius curse but without any sort of negative implication, as far as Hermione could tell. She surrendered herself willingly to Ginny's affection. 

A shock of red hair splashed across the clean tile of the bath's edge as Ginny bent to turn a few of the taps. Once the water was flowing, she drew Hermione onto the steps that led down to the base of the tub. 

Before Hermione could solidify her footing Ginny grabbed her by the waist, backed her up against the side of the bath, and kissed her fervidly: running her tongue along Hermione's lips before drawing the upper one fully in between her own. Hermione sighed into Ginny's mouth and slid her arms around her waist, pressing herself harder into Ginny's athletic frame.

Gods, Ginny felt so good. 'Good' wasn't strong enough, it wasn't even close. No word was - at least not one that Hermione knew. Any time Ginny put her lips on her, Hermione forgot about everything that wasn't Ginny. Nothing else was worth remembering, not as long as she had this.

Ginny deepened her kiss, parting Hermione's lips more fully with the flat of her tongue before taking a handful of the older girl's robes and working them upwards towards Hermione's head. She waited until the fabric had reached shoulder height to pull away. 

"You'll want to take these off, before the bath fills up and soaks them through," Ginny said altruistically. 

"Good advice, Gin - although it might have been given a little too late: you see, I'm wet already," Hermione said playfully, lifting her arms skyward so that Ginny could slide the mass of black cotton over her head. "But perhaps it's not too late for yours to keep dry."

"What, with you in the same room? Unlikely. But I'm certainly ready to have them off, anyhow" Ginny replied, making quick work of her own robes, and revealing no clothing beneath them but for some lacy black knickers and a bra to match.

Hermione drank in Ginny's appearance. "Do you often go commando under your Quidditch robes? I could make a fortune pedaling that secret at the next game."

"Not commando, I'm wearing knickers aren't I?"

"For now." 

The water began to lap at their ankles as Ginny moved Hermione back against the wall and onto the bottom step. Hermione allowed herself to be steered into a sort of half-sitting, half-standing position that conveniently required a wide distance between her legs, which Ginny promptly filled with her hips.

The water reached Ginny's calves as she kissed her way down Hermione's chest, unbuttoning her oxford as she went. Hermione closed her eyes appreciatively and arched her back to allow Ginny greater purchase.

When the red head reached Hermione's school skirt, she moved her hands onto Hermione's thighs and slid them lovingly upward until they reached the thin fabric her briefs, which she promptly removed, maneuvering them swiftly off of Hermione's left leg. Once she'd attained what she wanted Ginny stopped bothering with Hermione's knickers, leaving them to dangle off her right ankle which was resting on the bottom step. 

Ginny returned her hands to Hermione's thighs, this time bringing them around to knead the supple flesh closest to her target. With eyes full of lust, Ginny brought her lips quickly and fiercely back to Hermione's for a moment before pulling away. She looked her hard in the eyes as if to say 'get ready', and then plunged two fingers fully into Hermione's slick folds. 

Ginny caught Hermione's moan of pleasure in her mouth, breathing in hot breath