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 continue to go off the DEEP end. You still with me people ?

Episode Six is dedicated to Girl_Anachronism . Thanks for the reviews, and the love and attention Girl, I love ya! I hope you like your Episode ;)
RAWK ON !!!

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Six : Innocence Lost

I finally managed to stop laughing. Hermione had steeled herself, and was once again in control of her emotions. I saw the look come into her eyes. The potion hadn’t worked like she thought it would. Perhaps the other liquids in her system had caused it to act strangely, or maybe it was just out of date. But the result, in my opinion, was better than expected. Now I could have the best of both worlds. Hermione and Harry. I just hoped it wasn’t permanent, for her sake as well as mine. I might be interested in experimenting with boys, but I wanted Hermione to be all-girl! She didn’t seem to be worried though. Her thoughts were occupied with me and only me. I love this girl…My Hermione…

The Essence of Epimedium was still coursing through my veins (and her’s), and the time for laughter was receding. She smiled down at me as I lay there. I returned it. “Are you ready, My Love? We only have an hour. We need to make the best of it.” She asked in a whisper, raising her eyebrows thoughfully. I growled at her playfully, “I’m ready.” Her touch was like fire along my legs as she carressed them, running her fingers along my calf muscles, and under my thighs. I moaned aloud at the feeling. Hooking her arms under my knees, she pulled me closer to her, spreading my legs with the same movement. I wanted her as I never had before. Wanted to please her and myself at the same time.

And then gently, ever so gently, she began to enter me. Her (Harry’s?) cock slipped slowly between the folds of my wetness and fire. The pressure was intense, I was afire, once again the inferno. A moan escaped her lips, the sound of pure pleasure. I reached out to her, and she took me into her arms. I was sweating from the heat and from nerves, but she carressed me and held me tight, as she slid ever so gently inside me. There was a sharp pain and I tossed back my head and screamed. She held me through it. I convulsed slightly, and tried to pull her deeper in. She thrust lightly, moaning in my ear. “Oh my God, Ginny…this is so wonderful. I love you so much.” I swam in the feelings those words emparted to me. She thrust again, carefully. I gasped, the pain was still there, but lessening. The heat between my legs was beyond messure. “I love you too.” I whimpered. She leaned up and looked at me, concern on her face. She began, “Do you want me to ...” but I cut her off. “No. Don’t stop. Never stop.” She kissed me, our tongues slipping into a sensuous dance. She was laying perfectly still now, deep inside me, but I was working my hips against her, grinding against her hips and trying to urge her on. A wetness was spreading from the inferno. We needed to stop, but I didn’t want to. After a moment’s pause, she took control again. She raised up off me, and drew away slowly, pulling herself out of me as gently as she could. I didn’t want to look. I was too scared. I had heard the horror stories from other girls who had lost their virginity. I didn’t want to see the blood. I kept my eyes firmly on the canopy over my bed. I heard her whisper and felt the tingle of Magic. I looked. She had her wand in her hand and there was no sign of blood on either of us. She smiled at me with love in her eyes. I smiled back, and began to cry. I don’t know why. I just needed to cry. I held out my arms, and she came to me. And held me. There was no need for words. Our love had gone beyond that.

I’m not even sure when we started making love. It just began. I held on to her and she me. I ran my fingernails down her back, she gasped and moaned. She bit me gently on the neck, I moaned. Each touch was fire, each moment a lifetime lost in her arms. She was deep inside me, and we had settled into a rythym. A gentle rocking that touched my soul, and before I knew it, she was quickening. Her rythym strained, her breath was coming faster. “Ginny…” she gasped. I pulled her tight to me. She gasped again and thrust deeper and faster. I could feel her inside me, she seemed to swell slightly, her thrusts came harder. My peak was in tune with hers, I was close to orgasm myself. “Oh my God, Ginny! I can’t stop! I have to come!” She gave a final deep, hard thrust and I felt the rush as her orgasm was released, inside of me. I climaxed an instant later. The fire burned and we both screamed our pleasure to each other. She fell atop me, gasping for breath. I held her in my arms, panting. I took her face in my hands and lifted her up to kiss her. She was almost exhausted, but roused herself enough to return it. As she beagn to pull out of me, I pushed at her gently, and rolled her over onto her back. She lie there, sprawled out, basking in the feelings she had just experienced. “Wow. Oh wow.” She whimpered. “that was nice…” I couldn’t help it, I giggled. She smiled at me. “Now I know why boys always want to fuck.” I love the way she says fuck! I laughed at the look on her face. She lay back and laughed too. But my attention soon wandered. To the new addition Hermione had sprouted. I couldn’t help myself. I reached out…

I began to run my finger along the length of her (Harry’s?) cock. My touch was a tonic, and it began to harden again instantly. I giggled, Hermione moaned. She wiggled her hips slightly. I gently wrapped my fingers around her cock. I’m a Weasley girl, the only young girl in a house full of older boys. I know what boys like. I hear it all the time. Especially from the older ones, like Bill and Charlie, when they don’t think there little innocent sister is listening. Blowjob. I’ve heard it enough, heard it described. So I did it. I took Hermione’s cock into my mouth, as much as I could. She made a gasping noise, half surprise and half pleasure. I flicked my tongue along the shaft, and began to , for lack of a better word, suck. Hermione’s hand began to rove through my hair, urging me onward. “Oh, Ginny…” she moaned. “That feels so good.” She almost purred the word so. I began to work along the shaft, keeping my lips tight to it, and working my tongue as best I could. And all I could think about while she moaned in pleasure was that this cock had been inside me not 10 minutes ago. Did I want to say Ewww? No, not this time. I couldn’t get enough, I wanted more. I tried to take more into my mouth, but couldn’t. I almost gagged. Hermione pulled me back a little. “Whoa, Ginny. Slow down, love. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Her voice was full of laughter. I used my teeth. She squeeled and pulled my hair. I continued my exploration of my first blowjob. Hermione let go of my hair, and stroked my head. I knew she was watching me. I twisted a bit, so I could look up at her, and she smiled down at me. Her eyes immediatelly locked onto my lips. I wanted to giggle, but couldn’t. The look on her face was priceless! Her hand gripped my hair again, her other hand tightened in the sheets of my bed. Her hips spasmed, and her eyes shut. Her mouth formed a near perfect circle in her pleasure. And then, without warning me, she climaxed. Right into my mouth. The taste was a little different, but still the honey sweetness that was My Hermione. I swallowed, amazed that I hadn’t choked. “Oh Ginny…” she purred. I moved up to lie next to her, licking my lips. She put her arms around me and we held each other for a few moments, basking in the glow of our togetherness.

After a few minutes, I began to notice that her hair was returning to its natural brown. The lightning scar was fading from her forehead. She was returning to full Hermione again. I reached down between her legs, and was greeted by the moist wetness of her vagina. I ran my finger along the folds and gently inserted my middle finger. Hermione moaned again, and arched her hips slightly. “Glad your back.” I teased. She smiled at me and kissed me, putting her talented tongue to work on mine again. After that amazing kiss, I snuggled up next to her, and closed my eyes. She began to stroke my hair again. “So red…” she whispered, “so very, very red…”, and sleep claimed her. I managed to stay awake. One of us needed to be alert, in case we had to do something quickly to get out of the dorm without being seen. But what could we do? Jump out the window? Fuck it. I closed my eyes and went to sleep as well.

We both awoke at the same moment. Someone running up the stairs outside the door had roused us. Hermione sat up, and I rolled off the bed and onto my feet. We looked at the clock. It was just after 3:00pm. “We need to get out of here.” We both said at the same time. And then we laughed together. “Let’s go down to Hagrid’s cabin. We can visit him for awhile until it is safe for us to come back to the common room.” Hermione suggested. “Good idea.” I agreed. We started collecting our clothes, and Hermione realized she only had her pink bathrobe to wear. “I’ll just nip up and get dressed. Even thought we both need baths.” I thought about where I had been at 3:00 that afternoon. “I think we can risk a bath before we go. We won’t be back into the common room until 4:00. If we hurry we can bathe, and get down to Hagrid’s before we bump into ourselves.” She nodded her agreement. “Meet you in the baths then.” She blew me a kiss, then she unlocked the door and headed off to her dorm. I began gathering up my things and started getting ready to go to the baths. Phew, I really needed one. Wet and sticky me. I saw the empty potion bottle lying on the floor. Then it hit me like a runaway train. Hermione had been partially transformed into Harry. A boy. Hermione had come inside me. Was there a chance? Could I get pregnant? My mind ran with all the possibilities. Yes, I had already had my period. I could get pregnant. But would Hermione have been able to do it? The only thought that I could think was, Yes, she could. My breathing quickened and the room swam. I sat down. Hard. On the floor. Oh. My. God. What if ? …

“Ginny? You alright?” I heard a voice asking. A familiar female voice, tinted with concern, but I couldn’t get her face to come into focus. How long had I been sitting here on the floor? “Yeah.” I stammered. “Fine. Just need a bath.” I forced myself to my feet. She made as if to help me, but drew back when she got a good look at me. “Merlin’s Beard, Ginny! What happened to you?” I must have looked a mess. I’m sure I was white as a sheet at the moment. She started to speak again, but I pushed past. “I need a bath…” and a long talk with My Hermione …

To Be Continued …