fun with a time turner

Hermione took a deep breath and trembled as she crossed the dormitory. It was Christmas break and the other girls had all gone home, leaving her alone in the otherwise empty room. Her heart pounded in her chest as he feet dug into the thick pile carpeting. With the time turner clutched in one hand and her wand in the other, she approached her bed.
She wasn’t sure exactly when the idea had first occurred to her, but it had seemed like a silly thought at first. A silly, unimportant thought, that nipped at the back of her mind and popped up at the most inexplicable moments.
But she would never do it, oh no. it was to bizarre, to unlike her, and far to wrong to even consider!
Still, lying awake on those late nights, unable to sleep, the idea would drift back to her and she would clench her eyes shut as tight as she could, and let it fuel her fantasies.
It came more and more often as the semester passed, to the point where every time she closed her eyes, the idea was there. It wasn’t until winter break approached, and the rest of the girls in her room announced they were going home, that she realized she would actually have a chance to try it.
She reached the bed, she was the only girl in the room.
Dumbledore hadn’t asked for the time turner back, he hadn’t even suggested it. The very idea that Hermione might ever use it for anything other than schoolwork was simply preposterous! But here she was now, looking over her sleeping form.
Research! Yes, this was research! That made it schoolwork, that made it ok, right?
The spell had been the hardest part. Harry’s invisibility cloak and several trips to the forbidden section had been necessary. But she had a spell she figured she could use. But she would only have one shot at it, so she had to cast the spell right on the first try.
Before she could even open her mouth, one eye opened and looked up at her.
Standing there over herself, breathing heavily, Hermione took a moment to examine herself. She short, a bit skinny, red hair, any chance at shapely curved blocked out by the too-big satin nightgown. Even this was plain and unadorned, functional to a fault. Certainly not designed to arouse anyone.
“So you decided to try it?” the girl laying in the bed said.
“Yes,” Hermione gulped, her voice barely over a whisper.
“I knew I was going to,” she said. “I knew before I even went to bed. I’ve been laying here awake, waiting for me, or waiting to become me.”
“What?” Hermione blinked.
“Never mind,” she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “And you don’t have to whisper, nobody ever hears Lavender and Parvati.”
Ahh, that was where the idea must have originated! Hermione had never heard of two girls doing that sort of thing, she’d never even thought of it, until the time she walked in on two of her room-mates sharing the same bed.
The carpet was so thick and the hinges so well-oiled that she didn’t make a sound that sunny afternoon as she entered the dorm room to fetch something from her chest. And the two other girls were far too… involved, in their excitement, to give her much notice. Hermione just stood and watched in awe for almost a full minute before slipping back out. The two girls were moaning and crying with pleasure, and seemed to be having quite a good time of it.
“You won’t need the spell,” she said as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. “We’ve been planning this for weeks, did you really think I wasn’t going to go along with it?”
“I just thought… I thought it’d be really awkward,” Hermione admitted.
“Well we’ve only got the hour,” she said calmly. “Best get to it and forget all the awkwardness. I know you pretty well, you know.”
Hermione gulped and nodded, setting the time turner and wand down on her nightstand before sitting beside her on the bed. Hands shaking, she put an arm around her shoulders.
She cupped Hermione’s cheek and touched their noses together, moving her face around in small circles before thin lips finally met. Hermione had never kissed a boy before, or a girl, so she made it soft, short, to the point.
Functional, like the nightgown, the first kiss existed only to cover the ‘first kiss’ state of affairs. A fast peck, to get it out of the way once and for all. It needed no special qualifications, no ornamentation, it had merely to be a kiss and then be over with.
Hence the second kiss was quite a bit more… adventurous.
The sheer awkwardness of it was almost over-powering at first, but that sensation quickly died. It was replaced, within moments, by the thrill of discovered as Hermione explored her mouth. Tongues intertwined, counting each other’s teeth, it was as if she could anticipate everything Hermione wanted.
And she could, for a very obvious and straightforward reason.
Still, there was something odd to it. Hermione was terrified, but she was calm. It was as though she knew Hermione were the one doing something wrong, and even if she herself was going to do it later, she hadn’t done so yet.
With a sharp inhalation through the nose, Hermione broke the kiss and stood up, pacing a few times before coming to stop in front of her.
“Shall we begin?” Hermione asked in a small voice.
“You first,” she ordered.
“A… all right,” Hermione stammered, making fists around her waist and pulling up the soft material. “I… guess it’s just like in undressing in front of the mirror, isn’t it?”
She nodded and waited, while Hermione finally bent down and grasped the hem of the night down and pulled it up, over her head, and finally let the garment fall on the floor beside her.
“There,” Hermione exhaled. “Not so hard.”
“You have really nice breasts,” she said.
“Thank you,” Hermione gulped. “I… uh… I guess you do too.”
Hermione didn’t wear a bra to bed, it was too uncomfortable. She didn’t want to wear panties either, but even in a floor-length nightgown she felt to exposed without them. Once, on a hot evening, she’d forgotten to button her down up all the way, and when she’d leaned down she gave Ron quite a show. The memory still made her blush profusely, but not half as bad as being down to just her panties in front of herself.
She gave a silent nod and Hermione finished removing that last detail. Now fully nude, she trembled and waited.
“Your turn,” Hermione uttered.
She stood up and threw the nightgown off with one fluid motion, following through be bending down and letting her panties to the floor. Now both completely undressed, they stood staring at each other in the darkness.
It was a weird, quivering star. A few days ago, as the night loomed ever closer, Hermione had shaved herself to make sure all that annoying pubic hair was out of the way. But she’d been so embarrassed by the little haircut that she hadn’t even dared look at it or touch herself yet. That, more than anything, had probably sealed the deal for this night, since she’d had no outlet for sexual release in days.
Hermione folded her hands behind her back and spread her feet apart a bit, waiting for her to start the ball rolling so to speak. And she did, surprisingly, by stepping forward and laying a hand on Hermione’s breast.
“I always wondered what another girl’s breasts would feel like,” she admitted. “Of course, I guess I still don’t know.”
“Would you… kiss them?” Hermione asked breathlessly. Her mere touch was so exhilarating it made Hermione’s skin tingle.
“I always wanted to know what this would feel like,” she whispered as she bent down and pressed her lips into the valley between Hermione’s breasts. “Never could find out, soloing, this is the sort of thing that had to come from another.
Her lips began to lay a trail of wet, sloppy kisses across Hermione’s skin, finally reaching her left nipple and sucking like a baby. Her right hand massaged Hermione’s right breast, while her tongue made circles around the left nipple. Hermione had never spent much time on her breasts, but they were plenty sensitive enough.
Hermione moaned and sighed as she worked, doing wonders without going above the waist. Hermione was almost there when the sensations suddenly stopped, to be replaced by a long series of wet kisses down her stomach—a brief intrusion of tongue into belly-button, and finally she reached the lower lips.
The breath almost froze in Hermione’s throat, she knew exactly what to do! Her tongue flicked out and gently followed the line of Hermione’s clit, licking off the beads of sweat that had accumulated from her up higher. Another long lick, a little harder this time, replacing the nervous sweat with sweet saliva, and the sheer realization of what was going on made Hermione cum.
Hermione stood shaking as she felt the juices flow down her legs. She had never tried masturbating standing up, so she wasn’t sure if her legs would even hold. About halfway to the second orgasm they didn’t, and Hermione fell backwards onto Parvati’s bed. But she didn’t stop, merely moved forward and continued her work.
Lying there and soaking in the ecstasy, Hermione’s head swiveled and caught sight of a hint of sky blue under Parvati’s pillow. She reached out and discovered a pair of panties, with the name Lavender stitched onto the tag.
Hermione pressed these to her nose and inhaled the other girl’s scent, wondering if she was enjoying her own scent half as much.
Without the distraction of having to remain standing, Hermione was free to let her second orgasm crash over her like a wave. She arched her back and let out a long, loud moan of pleasure before coming to rest, panting, on the bedspread.
“What’cha got there?”
Hermione glanced over and realized with embarrassment that she was still desperately clutching Lavender’s panties. She took them, and pressed them to her face, taking a long wiff and then wrinkling her nose.
“You smell better,” she said, discarding the underwear and lying back on her own bed, legs spread wide. “Now remember, you have to give me at least two.”
Trembling, Hermione gulped a few times and knelt on the carpet, staring at the nether regions lain out before her. But the experience had been a good learning one, so Hermione knew exactly what to do as she leaned forward and extended her tongue.
Knowing what it felt like to have it done, and knowing how to do it were two very different things, but Hermione was very quickly starting to settle into the notion that she was doing this to herself. Whatever Hermione would like, she would like.
As Hermione’s tongue first brushed her clit, se felt a shiver and an awkward sensation. Yes, now here was the added bonus: Hermione could remember everything she did to her, so giving her pleasure was twice as good as getting it.
As Hermione worked she noticed that the girl lying down was massaging her own breasts, intensifying the sensations and hurrying the process along. It only took a few minutes for Hermione to give her two, and she lay beside panting girl and waited for her to catch her breath.
Each knew act made Hermione more comfortable with the whole session, so finally she rolled over and kissed herself, mixing their juices together in their mouth.
A long kiss and passionate embrace gave rise quickly to fingering each other and exploring their mutual body. But the hour ended far to quickly, and she finally had to rise. Retrieving her panties and nightgown from the floor, she took hold of the time turner and headed for the hall.
“Don’t forget your wand!” Hermione called.
Grinning, she returned and took hold of the wand, but didn’t go towards the door.
“Haven’t you ever…” she began suggestively.
“No!” Hermione laughed and wheezed. “No, no! You can’t do that with it!”
But it was already to late to protest as Hermione felt the hard wood pass between her lower lips and into the dark recesses within.
“I can think of some interesting uses for this,” she said quietly as she retrieved the want and padded across the carpet to the door.
Hermione watched her go, admiring the sleek curves and perfectly sculpted bottom, and wondering if it was wrong to be turned on by your own body. The other girl was still nude, carrying the rob and underwear in her arms, and the memory of the exhilaration felt at being naked and dressing in the hallway finally reached Hermione. As she lay in bed, nude on top of the covers, night air kissing her sweat-soaked skin, she drew a deep breath and sighed with contentment.
Tomorrow she would need quit a few more than just one turn of the time turner.