She was there to comfort Hermione.

AN: Okay this is my first Hermione/Ginny/Harry. The couples are Harry/Ginny with Hermione/Ron, ish =p. Reviews are loved. My first actual attempt at , just smut. My first fic wasn't the best I know. So anyways here we are. It's set during sometime between sixth and seventh year. (And I'm still in denial that Harry and Ginny broke up.)

She Was There to Comfort Hermione

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"I hate him! Bloody hell, the git," Hermione cried, sobbing tears of anger. She banged her head against the pink wall behind her, wishing to just break through and perhaps fall the several stories down to the ground. Maybe she'd die. Or better yet, maybe she'd get seriously injured. Then that git would feel bad. He'd have to feel bad!

Sighing Ginny got off her own bed and moved the short distance to the one Hermione occupied. Her bedroom wasn't big and during times like this, when she and Hermione shared a room, it seemed even smaller. She climbed up beside Hermione and rested her back against the wall. "Oh Hermione, come on, he's not worth it."

Oh but he was. He was worth all her agony. The git. Why did she have to fancy someone completely different from her? Why did she have to fancy someone who would never notice her. He'd never notice the way her hips flared, or the way her chest had developed over the past couple years. He'd never see what she looked like, right after having a mind-blowing orgasm.

Sniffling, Hermione leaned her head on Ginny's shoulder. "He doesn't even like her does he?" she asked.

"Of course not, he's probably just doing it to make you jealous. Hermione he is such a dick, I don't even know what you see in him," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. But she wasn't there to judge Hermione's choice in men. She was there to comfort in any way she could.

What did she see in him? He was just another wizard on the block. Short red hair, splatter of freckles, stringy muscles. He was funny though.. oh and a great athlete. And he was strong willed, always determined. Oh she saw a lot in Ronald Weasley.

"I don't know Ginny.. I mean, he's just, a git. He's never going to notice me. He's so busy prancing around with random women, he won't notice me. I mean why would he? I've got.. the most disgusting legs. They look like chicken legs. And my breasts aren't very pretty. I don't have beautiful, straight, eye-catching blonde hair like whatsherface. He's not going to notice me, ever," Hermione cried.

Ginny quickly turned her gaze to her best friend. "Hermione, you do not have chicken legs. I've seen you in a bathing suit. Your legs are beautiful. And why wouldn't he love your breasts? They're bigger than mine, they have more shape. They're lovely. As for your hair Hermione, I love it. It's so, soft, and curly. Ms. Barbie-Doll can't get hair like that," she said, smirking proudly.

Hermione giggled lightly, "no.. I don't think she could. I swear if she does anything else to herself she'll end up plastic. She'll just solidify!"

"Yeah.. I don't know why Ron would date a chick like that, personally I don't think she's very hot at all. I mean she looks fake. She's like the female version of Draco Malfoy. Completely bogus. I don't know what people see in either of them." Ginny moved forward, sitting in front of Hermione now.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione stared at Ginny. She rubbed her nose slightly, her laughter stopping. "Do.. do I really have a nice chest? Are they.. really bigger than yours? I haven't really looked and I couldn't tell if you wore padded bras or not. But Harry seems satisfied.."

"Oh he is," Ginny said with a smile, before she leaned up on her knees. "And, I could show you if you'd like. Girls are allowed to compare you know," she proclaimed.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Really?" she questioned. With Ginny's nod she stared down towards Ginny's torso. "Well okay."

Without any hesitation, Ginny dropped her hands to her waist and grasped the hem of her shirt. She quickly pulled it over her head and discarded it, reaching behind her back to unclasp her small lace bra. She let the bra fall from her shoulders smoothly, and then tossed it towards her shirt.

Hermione bit her lip, wondering if she should feel awkward for staring. But she didn't. "If you, cup them you'll be able to tell better," Ginny whispered.

Nodding slowly Hermione raised a hand tentatively. She let it brush along the upper side of Ginny's left breast. Ginny didn't seem to mind so she moved her hand forward and molded the shape of her breast with her hand.

Ginny smiled, "take off your shirt too, you can compare better that way," she suggested.

Hermione withdrew her hand from Ginny's chest and slowly took off her jumper, followed by her t-shirt. Her bra was more simple than Ginny's, but she didn't put much thought into it. Nervously she reached back and unclasped her bra.

Noticing Hermione's hesitation, Ginny leaned forward and slid the fabric off of Hermione's torso. "Okay, feel your own," she suggested.

Hermione did as Ginny said, cupping her own breast. She'd done so before and she smiled, "You're right," she said, resting her hand on her breast and looking at her best friend.

"See, they are larger, and so lovely.. Hermione wow," Ginny said, staring at Hermione's chest. She felt a small burning desire, deep in her gut. Without thinking she raised her hand and swiped her thumb over Hermione's nipple, watching it harden with arousal.

Hermione couldn't resist moaning at the contact. She stared at Ginny, watching her carefully. Ginny's hand lightly ran along the underneath of Hermione's right breast, causing her to shiver. "Ron's crazy," she whispered, lifting her other hand to give attention to Hermione's left breast.

"Ginny-" Hermione breathed, moaning at the attention the younger witch was giving to her breasts. Without a second thought she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ginny's, lips parting eagerly.

Smirking Ginny leaned into the kiss, her tongue slipping into Hermione's mouth. She released a moan, deep inside her. God she wasn't supposed to kiss anyone like this, except for Harry. But Hermione felt so good under her hands.

Breaking the kiss, Ginny moved forward, squeezing Hermione's breasts. She smoothly pressed Hermione back on the single bed and straddled her. The contact made her gasp, although it did hardly anything to satisfy her increasing desire.

Hermione blinked up at Ginny. How had they managed to get into such an intimate position? She didn't really care. All she wanted was for Ginny to keep caressing her, and perhaps do something about her desire.

But Ginny's soft skin left her chest. Hermione stared up, giving Ginny what she hoped was a questioning look.

"Have you ever been with anyone before?" the red head asked, staring down at her best friend. Hermione shook her head slowly. "I can feel how hot you are Hermione," she whispered. "I know how you must be feeling, would you mind if I did something to help?" she questioned.

Hermione was hesitant, but seeing as Ginny was her best friend, straddling her waist, and offering to help, she allowed herself to nod.

Ginny smiled slightly at her friend and kissed her against the lips, rather forcefully. She let it last a moment and then she tore her lips from Hermione's, instead pressing her lips to Hermione's neck, slowly making her way along Hermione's body. "Ron is crazy," she whispered, her voice clouded with desire. "You're so beautiful, Hermione, he's just blind, he has to be blind," she said, smiling at her friend for a moment. She then pressed a kiss to Hermione's left breast, taking the hard pebble into her mouth.

Moaning, Hermione allowed her heart to swell at Ginny's comments. At least someone noticed her, even if they were just friends.

Before she had a chance to react, Ginny had grabbed her wand from the back pocket of her jeans (Harry was rubbing off on her) and removed Hermione's skirt and knickers. Ginny glanced down towards Hermione's sex and smiled slightly. "I'll make you feel incredibly sexy," she breathed in Hermione's ear.

Hermione whimpered softly, not caring about how exposed she was to Ginny. She trusted her more than anyone. All she wanted was for Ginny to touch her, to relieve her aching core.

And Ginny did. She did what any good friend would do. Carefully she slid her hand from Hermione's breast, down towards her pussy. Hermione had spread her legs instinctively, wanting Ginny's touch. Smirking, Ginny slid her middle finger inside of Hermione, pleased to find her wet, warm and dripping.

Moaning at the contact, Hermione's eyes closed. She'd never let anyone touch her but herself, and yet, she found it felt even better when someone else was touching her.

Ginny slowly added another finger and began to gently thrust her fingers in and out of Hermione's cunt. She wanted to be touched, so badly, but she was there to comfort Hermione, in any way she could.

Hermione opened her eyes wide as Ginny's thumb circled her clit. She moaned, hearing a twin moan. She glanced over Ginny's shoulder and felt herself flush a bright red. Apparently they had an audience.

Harry hadn't intended on this. Ron had wanted him to get Ginny and ask her to play Quidditch, but he figured this was much better. His girlfriend's ass, covered in denim, was facing him and he could see her staring at, and touching Hermione's pussy. He'd groaned at the sight.

Ginny breathed in heavily and looked at Hermione, "what's wrong?" she asked, slowly stopping her hand's movements. She noticed Hermione staring over her shoulder and quickly turned to look. "Harry?" she said, in shock. Oh god. She wondered if he would consider this cheating.. she hoped not.

Just when Ginny began removing her fingers from Hermione's sex, Harry spoke. "Don't stop Ginny," he said, his voice thick with lust. "May I join?"

If Ginny had been surprised before, she was definitely more surprised now. She simply nodded her head and looked down at Hermione, who seemed only a little worried about Harry joining.

"It's okay, Harry's great at what he does," Ginny whispered, leaning back slightly but letting her hand continue it's motions. Hermione only managed to mutter a decent consent before moaning and throwing her head back.

Harry moved up behind Ginny, squeezing her arse slightly as he did so. "What can I help with?" he breathed.

Ginny turned her head slightly and kissed Harry expertly, lightly drawing his tongue from his mouth. She smiled when they parted and nodded her head towards Hermione.

Appearing confused, Hermione opened her eyes to see what was happening. She watched as if in slow motion, as Harry removed his t-shirt and shorts. He kept his boxers on though and moved towards Hermione's chest. His hands were rougher than Ginny's as they slid along her soft mounds, cupping them and squeezing. It felt heavenly and she leaned back quietly, allowing him to fondle her.

Grinning innocently Ginny continued her assault on Hermione's core, and moved down further, lightly pressing her lips to the glistening folds. Hermione's eyes opened in response and she looked down at Ginny, with a questioning gaze. Harry looked down as well and there was no denying how turned on he was by it.

Ginny had kissed a girl before, but she'd never gone down on one. But she knew what to do. Quietly she slid her tongue along Hermione's lips and then slid in between them, tasting the bitter-sweet taste of her best friend.

Harry watched for a moment, before he slid his hand into his boxer shorts. He grabbed his aching cock and stroked it quickly. Hermione turned her head to look at Harry, watching him. She'd never touched a boy's penis before. She reached out and pulled Harry's boxers down his hips, seeing his hand wrapped firmly around himself. She moaned and reached out, lightly moving away Harry's hand and replacing it with her own.

Ginny's tongue stopped moving for a moment and she just watched her best friend stroking her boyfriend. She wasn't jealous, she couldn't be, not when she was this aroused.

Pushing carefully, Ginny moved Harry away from Hermione and brought Hermione onto all fours. She grinned and laid on her back, using her friends legs to pull herself under her. "Hermione lower your hips," she whispered, leaning up to gently run her tongue along Hermione's clit.

Hermione did as she asked, but even if Ginny hadn't said a word her body would have known what to do. She shuddered and closed her eyes, head hanging forward as she silently cursed herself for never allowing someone to do this to her before now.

Seeing Ginny spread out on her back, her face buried between Hermione's thighs, nearly brought Harry straight to his climax. He groaned and moved over towards his girlfriend, and lightly slid a finger into her dripping core. He knew she'd been waiting for contact, by the way she cried out at the touch.

Feeling useless, but not caring, Hermione pushed her hips further onto Ginny's tongue and lips. She was simply begging for more.

Ginny dipped her fingers into Hermione's cunt and grinned, moving two towards Hermione's ass. She carefully pressed one into Hermione's tight muscle, her mouth still working hard on her clit and pussy.

Hearing Hermione's groan, Harry disposed of his boxers and pushed his leaking cock into his girlfriend. He groaned at the contact, knowing he wouldn't last long, especially not while he was watching Ginny suck at Hermione's lips and fingering her ass.

Ginny trapped Hermione's small bundle of nerves between her teeth and attacked it with her tongue. She refused to let up even with Hermione's cries of what she knew was pleasure. Harry slid his index finger into his mouth and then moved it forward, to join Ginny's inside of Hermione's puckered hole.

Pounding into Ginny hard, Harry closed his eyes tightly, unable to look at the site before him any longer. He would be done much too quickly if he continued looking. Hermione cried out loudly, probably loudly enough to wake the dead. Her inner muscles clamped hard around Ginny's finger, and prodding tongue as she came. Grinning much like a cat, Ginny felt her own orgasm him, making her cry out.

Hermione shuddered and turned around, leaned over Ginny, and pressed her lips hard against the already bruised lips of her best friend. It silenced Ginny's cries, and it was unbelieveably hot. Harry opened his eyes for a moment and looked at his best friend, bending over, arse in the air, kissing his girlfriend. He groaned and pulled Ginny's hips tight against him, emptying himself into her in one hard thrust.

When Ginny broke her lips away from Hermione, she stared sheepishly at her friend. She looked happy, she looked sated. Ginny was there to comfort in any way she could. Apparently this had been the way. Perhaps Ron should date blonde haired tarts more often.

"Harry did Gin-" Ron stopped mid sentence, as he opened the girl's bedroom door and found his best friend, collapsed on his little sister, his flacid cock still resting inside of her, while Hermione's gaze quickly jumped up towards her crush, the star of her fantasies.

Apparently Ron would notice the way her hips flared, the way her chest had developed and he had now seen what she looked like, right after having a mind-blowing orgasm.

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AN: Okay.. so in reply to my so far only reviewer -glares at the lot of you- I'm saying.. that yes I know there isn't much Harry/Hermione. Suppose I could have had more, but I really don't like Harry/Hermione and I guess it showed.

Updated AN: Thankyou for reviewing guys, makes me more likely to write more. ^^ To nonentity, it actually says that Hermione had never -touched- a penis before. I figured she would have seen one, waking Harry and Ron up in the morning.. and just, random accidents. But I also thought that if I was going to continue I'd want it to be Hermione saving most of herself for Ron. (Whatever Harry and Ginny didn't take. =p) As for if I'll continue I'm not sure yet. I'm on a leave so I'll have time.. but I just don't know where to go with the story.