A Proper Valentines' Day

A Good Way to Get Clean

Ryua sighed contentedly. She was lounging in the prefect’s bathroom after a particularly long and grueling Quidditch practice, thoroughly glad that only team captains were allowed in the ornate room. The other members or the team were fun, to be sure, but Ryua wasn’t in the mood for roughhousing.

She’d turned on a practiced number of taps, filling the tub with beautifully warm, lightly scented water, covered in the lacy blue bubbles she enjoyed so much. And now she was just relaxing in it, the heat soaking out sore muscles and bruises, even though she’d been fully clean at least twenty minutes ago.

There was the quiet sound of a door opening, and she lazily tilted her head back to see who it was. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Hermione,” Ryua said, smiling contentedly. “Well, fancy seeing you here.”

Hermione smiled shyly, then naughtily, locking the door behind her. “Well, I am a prefect, you know. Naturally, I would show up in the prefect’s bathroom.”

“Better you than Weasley,” Ryua chuckled. “Or Parkinson…”

“Ew.” Hermione commented, then walked over to the benches, with their gleaming hooks for clothing. Ryua’s Quidditch gear occupied one hook, a set of pyjamas beside them for after the bath. Very slowly, hesitatingly, Hermione dropped her outer robe, her cheeks a thoroughly enjoyable shade of pink.

Ryua watched her unabashedly, watching her soft, dexterous fingers undoing button after button on her blouse, inching slowly down. A simple white bra came into view, then her belly, and abruptly the buttons were gone and Hermione was pulling the blouse off her shoulders, looking at Ryua with an expression decidedly less than innocent.

She smiled, her hands working behind her back, slowly undoing the clasps on her skirt, sliding it down over her full hips. Her hands moved slowly, caressingly down, eliciting a soft moan from Ryua, who was starting to look steadily less sleepy as Hermione got steadily less clothed.

Hermione sat down facing the tub, flushing a slightly darker shade of pink. Spreading her legs, she leaned forward, slipping off one shoe and sock, then moving to the other foot. Ryua licked her lips, not quite able to see anything of Hermione under her panties, shifting, pulling over her pussy as she moved from side to side. Her breasts were only staying in that bra because of some sort of spell, Ryua was convinced. Leaning forward like that, they bulged over it, just begging to be touched, tugged out into the open.

All of which Hermione had intended, hence the slow, teasing undressing. Straightening up, her hands ran caressingly up her sides, cupping over her breasts, squeezing slightly before sliding between them and flicking open the clasp. They almost sprung out from the restraint, the bra sliding back down off her shoulders, looking far too small to have contained them.

“Come over here, Granger,” Ryua whispered hoarsely, licking her lips. “Or I’ll be forced to knock you unconscious and ravish you unawares.”

“Oh, I’d hate to miss it,” Hermione chuckled, coming towards the edge of the tub, sitting down, her legs dangling in the perfectly warm water. She squeaked in surprise when Ryua reached up, grabbing her forgotten Gryffindor tie, yanking her forward into the water.

Ryua pressed her up against the wall of the tub. “Then don’t faint on me,” she teased, kissing her roughly, driven by watching her undress. Her skin was slippery on Hermione’s, hot and wet from the long soak, her odd silvery hair dark brownish grey and slicked back from her face. She straddled her, knees resting on either side of her hips on the ledge around the side of the tub, her hand still idly holding onto the tie.

Hermione moaned softly into the kiss, completely melting in her arms. She felt Ryua’s hand sliding up over her shoulder, onto her neck, and then she abruptly forgot about it as Ryua’s other hand slid down, toying softly with her nipple. She gasped, pulling back from the kiss, arching forward against her hand.

The Slytherin chuckled, obliging her by rubbing the nub roughly with her thumb, coaxing a moan from Hermione’s throat. She leaned forward, her lips caressing over the deliciously exposed skin, working up to her ear slowly. Her hands ran down Hermione’s chest, up her sides, pushing her arms gently up above her head with a caress.

For her part, Hermione didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary until she realized that the slick pressure on her wrists wasn’t letting up, and Ryua’s hands were back on her chest. She pulled experimentally, and discovered to her surprise that she couldn’t move her arms down.

Ryua chuckled when she saw Hermione’s shocked gaze, flicking up to her hands. She’d used that so-convenient tie to just loop her hands up to one of the faucets, not tightly or painfully stretched, just… out of the way. “What? Don’t like the idea of being helpless at my hands?” Ryua asked, grinning wickedly.

“I...” Hermione said, her eyes wide and soft, and very, very endearing. Ryua tilted her head, her talented lips caressing her breast, half in, half out of the water. Hermione gasped, jerking slightly, bringing her nipple up, brushing against Ryua’s lip.

Obligingly, she dropped her head a hair, sucking on the hardening bud, her tongue rubbing over it. She reached up to the other breast, pinching the nipple lightly, pulling it slowly out.

Hermione, apparently, decided that being restrained wasn’t a bad thing if Ryua was going to keep doing this. She moaned unabashedly, pressing herself against Ryua’s mouth, surprised at how much she was enjoying not being able to do anything in response to her. And then, Ryua just stopped, pulling back a foot or so, looking rather smug. “Wha… why’d you stop?”

“Stop? Oh, I felt like it,” Ryua said, shrugging, still grinning.

“But…”

“But what?” she asked, moving closer to her.

Hermione blinked, licking her lips nervously. Ryua stifled a chuckle. She loved how shy Hermione still was about this sort of thing. “But… I… I didn’t want you to…” she whispered, her face bright red.

“Oh?” Ryua said, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t?”

Hermione shook her head, softly biting her lip. Her eyes, dark and vulnerable, looked up at Ryua, even though she was a little higher up. She could be five feet higher, and still be looking up at Ryua right then.

It was the most intoxicating feeling in the world, Ryua thought. And Hermione was just tied by the wrists with a school tie and basic knots. If Hermione took to being tied up… Ryua shivered slightly. First thing was to be sure she’d stay willing. “Well, how could I refuse such a request?” she said, her smile going a little more genuine, pressing up against Hermione, straddling her.

Ryua’s lips nuzzled against her neck, slipping deliciously on the wet skin, her hands caressing along Hermione’s sides. She slid herself forward on Hermione’s lap, pressing their bodies close, Hermione’s deliciously buoyant breasts rubbing softly against Ryua’s own modest chest.

Shifting just slightly, Ryua could feel herself rubbing along Hermione’s hip, the water both softening and amplifying the contact. She shivered, the light teasing on her clit drawing a soft moan from her throat. Hermione was soft and pliant under her hands, obviously encouraging Ryua to do whatever she wished. Ryua was past the mood for teasing now, and gave Hermione everything she wanted, her hands roaming her soft body.

Hermione gasped when Ryua’s hand slid down between them, brushing first lightly, then more firmly on her clit, stroking it steadily, searching for just the right spot. It was easy to tell when she found it, Hermione jerked against her bonds, making a lovely mewling sound that made Ryua’s heart melt. Wanting to hear it again and again, she repeated just how her finger had moved, then picked up speed once she got into the full rhythm.

Completely unable to resist, Hermione moaned again as Ryua worked on her, dimly aware of Ryua’s own clit rubbing along her thigh. A part of her wished she could repay the favour, but then she felt a pressure inside her, Ryua’s other hand slipping down under her thigh, pressing just right, slipping into her welcoming entrance. Hermione promptly forgot everything else but Ryua’s fingers as she drove her closer and closer and suddenly over the edge.

Ryua grinned as she felt Hermione contract around her finger in waves, her body arching uncontrollably forward, her mouth open and soundless as she came. And then, direly aroused and in need of relief, she tugged on the knot holding Hermione’s hands up, letting them fall with a splash back into the water.

She instantly wrapped her arms around Ryua, kissing her, the Slytheirn gasping as Hermione’s now chilled hands caressed her back. They warmed up quickly in the water, and she let one slip down, caressing over Ryua’s tight rear, around her slender thigh, pushing right where Ryua needed it, making her shudder, her head dropping back.

Her hands slipped forward, one up Hermione’s neck into her hair, the other rubbing over her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Hermione shivered as Ryua’s hand caressed her ear, leaning softly against it as her fingers fell into a pattern that made the other girl start to moan unabashedly, pressing forward onto her hand.

Hermione let a finger slip inside Ryua, her thumb continuing to rub her clit insistently. She felt Ryua’s teeth on her shoulder, not quite hard enough to hurt, just a release of tension.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to bring Ryua to a climax, most of the work already being done for her. The normally arrogant, cocky girl’s voice was soft and vulnerable as she cried out into Hermione’s neck.

Ryua slowly relaxed down off of her orgasm, trembling slightly as she draped herself over Hermione’s shoulders. “Oh, ‘Mione,” she sighed. “I think I’m going to have to bathe with you every night…”

“I think I might agree with you,” Hermione said with a soft laugh. “I’ve never had such a satisfying bath.”

And then, the door opened. “What the hell are you two doing in here?”

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Author’s Note: I know it’s short, I’m sorry… Yay for cliffies! I already have an idea as to who I want it to be, but if I hear a really good suggestion, I’ll consider it.
King_Booze. Still reviewing, my faithful-est reader! Thank you so much!
Lang, Annie, Seraph, Fayumii, D.O.A.T, Sam, thanks for your reviews!
Fan of Yours, your request for openness and manliness and such are being duly considered!
Sean moses, thanks for reviewing, and I happen to be gay, so I won’t look down on you for whatever you’re attracted to!
Blaike Dheki… point taken. I AM just starting out though, these are intense stories to write… and look! Bondage! Mild, but it might increase in the future… *grins*

Loki, I plan to write more femslash, and I’ll let you all know when I do!


Renata G. Wow, that’s the most informative review I’ve ever gotten. Thanks for the compliments and…

This story was never intended to go beyond one chapter, so I didn’t bother placing a plot. This is why the get-together is somewhat less than believable. And because I really want it to exist, this world doesn’t have a problem with gay and lesbian relationships, no. Um… yeah. Ron and Harry I am ignoring… they’ll probably make an appearance later on, thanks for pointing that out…

Khaleda, here is a small taste of bondage! More will likely follow… and an explanation of the scars might, if you’re all very good and review and tell me if you’re curious.

Eci_Frog, I’m glad you like it! OCs aren’t always well accepted, I’m thrilled Ryua’s met with such success.

A big thanks for Labelle, who actually sent me an e-mail with a request for a bathroom scene! Here you go! See what happens when you ask, people? I write a lot more easily with a goal in mind.

I wrote a second story. It's much darker than this one, and non-con, and violent, and... yeah. Might not be to your tastes, I don't know.

And… I think that’s everything! Thank you so much for all your interest and feedback, it makes me extremely happy!