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fic: I Haven't a Clue Pt. 1 (Ginny/Rosmerta R)
Title: I Haven't a Clue: part I of 2
Author: redbeargrl
Pairing: Ginny/Madam Rosmerta (for now)
Rating: R (also for now)
Word Count: 2894
Summary: Ginny leans on a friend because she feels different.
Warning: femmeslash, a little booze and Ginny's mouth.
Notes: I totally apologize to </a></strong></a>![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
red_day_dawning for gakking this whole idea from one of her wonderful fic's. Sorry Hon! Well, not really.
Disclaimer: We all know that I'm not J.K. Rowling. So that's settled.
Comments would be lovely...
It was almost closing time, late on a Sunday afternoon at the Three Broomsticks, when a solitary cloaked figure fought her way through the door. She paused to stamp the snow from her shoes and immediately walked to a small empty single table near the bar without looking up or acknowledging any of the other Hogwarts students. She made a point not to notice Harry, Hermione and Ron, all sitting together at a large table on the other side of the room. Despite the warmth from the friendly fire in the hearth, she did not remove her cloak; actually pulling the hood tighter around her face as she sat heavily in the straight back wooden chair facing away from the table where her two friends and brother sat laughing about something that she was sure was terribly amusing. She however, was not amused in the slightest.
“Afternoon Dear,” said the sultry voice of Madam Rosmerta coming up from behind her. “What’ll it be Luv? You don’t have time for much now. I’ve already called lasts for students.”
“Just a Butterbeer please,” said the tiny voice from within the hood.
A few moments later the bottle was set carefully on the table and the figure handed the proprietor two small silver coins. “Thanks,” she said. Her voice was barely audible from within the heavy cloak.
Madame Rosmerta took one look at the tiny hand and chuckled. “Ginny? Thought it was you. Nobody but a Weasley has freckles on their hands like that!”
Ginny put her finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. “Please Madam Rosmerta! I don’t want anybody to notice me. I just want to drink my Butterbeer and be left alone if you don’t mind.”
“You really are off tonight. Normally you’re the life of the party!”
Ginny sighed heavily as she sipped from the bottle. “Not tonight I guess.”
Rosmerta looked puzzled for a moment and then laughed. “Oh! I get it. Bloke trouble eh?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
The blond woman laughed knowingly, the exposed tops of her large pale breasts jiggling noticeably above her bodice. Ginny tried not to notice them either. She squirmed slightly in her chair.
“Stay right here Ginny. Let me get this lot out and we’ll talk.” She turned to face the crowded inn. “Right! Time! All of you students, back to Hogwarts with you. See you all next weekend!”
The air was filled with the sounds of scraping chairs and a few laughing boos and more than a few cheery calls of goodnight and thanks. It didn’t take long at all for the place to empty and soon Rosmerta plopped herself down in a chair next to Ginny with a bottle of Firewhiskey and a couple of glasses.
Ginny had been watching from under her hood as Harry, Hermione and her brother left, all with their arms about one another and still laughing. Rosmerta saw the look on longing cross the young girl’s face as her friends left.
“So Ginny, want to tell me about your problems then?”
“Not really,” mumbled Ginny, turning back to her Butterbeer. “What’s the point anyway? It seems I’m doomed to not get what I want.” She sat back in her chair and pulled the hood from around her face. Rosmerta watched in fascination as Ginny’s long flaming red tresses spilled free to frame her beautiful face. Rosmerta swallowed hard at the sight. She always did have a fondness for redheads. Especially Weasley redheads. She found a lump forming in her throat and quickly took a sip of the Firewhiskey.
“I’d better go,” said Ginny. “I don’t want to have to face Filch if I’m late.”
She reached out and put a hand on Ginny’s arm. “Don’t worry about it Luv. There’s more than one way around that old bastard.” She left her hand on Ginny’s arm as she continued. “So why don’t you tell me what’s wrong dear. I’ve had a bit of experience with the lads you know.”
It was Ginny’s turn to laugh but it rather sounded like a snort. “So most of my brothers have told me!”
Rosmerta snatched her hand from Ginny’s arm, blushing wildly and huffing. “Now why would you say that! That’s absurd..I’ve never...”
Ginny laughed out loud. “Oh don’t worry about it! We Weasley’s are a very close bunch. From what I’ve heard, you’ve had it on with almost all of my brothers at one time or another!”
Rosmerta tried to protest but Ginny waved it off. “Oh don’t go on like that,” she laughed. “I don’t blame you for giving Bill and Charlie and the twins a tumble. Merlin knows I’ve fantasized about it myself a time or two. But Percy? Really Rose!”
Rose looked a little guilty and laughed. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “Seemed like the thing to do at the time. Sweet boy actually.” She paused to take another swig of the whiskey. “But...we aren’t here to talk about my indiscretions with your family young lady!” She lowered her voice and glanced at Ginny with a conspiratorial look in her eyes. “Although I wouldn’t mind hearing about some of those fantasies of yours sometime!” she whispered. She took another sip of the Firewhiskey and regarded Ginny with warm eyes. “Now then, tell me all about your problems with the lads my dear. It’s Harry isn’t it? I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s with Hermione and your brother.”
Rose watched the red color flush up from Ginny’s neck to turn her cheeks and ears as red as her hair. “No!” she cried. “Well...erm...not really no. I mean I like him and all...” She looked at Rose with a helpless pleading look. “May I?” she asked pointing to the bottle of whiskey. Rose shrugged and pushed a glass towards her mumbling something about the dragon already being let out of the cave. Ginny poured a large shot and downed it in one gulp; her eyes bugged out and she started to cough. “Good stuff!” she gagged pounding on the table with her fist. “Really quite nice in a flaming pain, rip the skin out of your throat sort of way.” She took another shot but this time she didn’t gag. Ginny had always been a fast study.
Rose regarded her through half closed eyes with a puzzled look on her face. She idly scratched the top of one breast with her forefinger and Ginny couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of that blood red nail against the smooth pale skin. She quickly tossed back another shot and seemed to relax. Rose thought her grin was getting a bit lopsided. “Oh my gods!” Rose blurted out. “If it isn’t Harry...do you want to shag your brother? Is it Ronald you fancy?”
The question sent Ginny into a coughing fit and she looked as though she had just swallowed a large bug. “Oh Gods Rose!” she cried. “What a ghastly thought! No! Of course not! Ugh!”
Rose looked skeptical but seemed to accept her reaction as genuine. “Don’t blame you really,” she muttered. She took another sip from her own glass while staring at the red faced girl before her. Slowly the light went on and Rose began to laugh loudly. “I get it!” she cried. “It’s neither of them! You don’t fancy a bloke at all do you?” She leaned into Ginny putting her face right in front of her. Ginny’s eyes were wide and Rose could see little beads of sweat forming on the redhead’s brow. “You fancy Hermione!”
In the space of a heartbeat Ginny’s face went from outraged shock to surprise and then, slowly, tears formed in her beautiful brown eyes as she began to sob. She hid her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving and Rose couldn’t help but put an arm around the weeping girl and pull her close. “There, there,” she whispered to the sobbing girl. “It’s all right Luv. It’s all right.”
”No it’s not!” sobbed Ginny. “It will never be all right! Oi! I’m such a terrible person!”
Rosmerta pulled the young girl to her breast, stroking her back and comforting her. She could feel Ginny’s hot tears running down between the globes of her breasts while Ginny wailed. “Whatever are you on about Ginny? A terrible person? You’re no such thing! You’re just young and in love!”
“B...But...But she’s a g...girl!” Ginny blubbered. “I’m not supposed to feel that way about a girl!”
Rose pulled Ginny’s head up from her chest and looked her straight in the eye. “And who has told you this load of rubbish? If you love someone, truly love them, what difference does the plumbing make then?” she asked softly brushing away the tears.
Ginny’s crying slowed but she still clung to her friend. “But something must be wrong with me Rose. Girls don’t fall in love with other girls!”
“Rubbish!” snapped Rose. “It happens all of the time Ginny! You’re not the first girl to feel this way you know.”
“I...I’m, not?” she asked hopefully. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to smile, but her trembling lower lip gave hint to the emotions lingering just below her surface. “I thought...I was always told that as a...as a girl I would fall in love with a boy and make babies and...”
Rose pulled a clean hankie from her bodice and dabbed at Ginny’s eyes. “Ginerva,” she said softly. “For some girls that is their path. For other girls, it isn’t. And for, well girls like me,” she added with a small laugh, “it isn’t one or the other. Some of us like chocolate AND vanilla if you get my meaning.”
“Really?”
“Yes Ginny. Really! Now the only question is what are you going to do about it?”
A look of panic crossed Ginny’s face. “Do about it?” she asked in a tiny squeak. “Well, erm, I suppose I could...or I might...” She looked helplessly at her friend. “I haven’t a clue to be honest. I just never considered the...possibility of being able to do anything about it really.”
“Well,” said Rosmerta with a huge laugh,” we really must do something about your appalling lack of education in the arts of loving a woman. May I assume that you know how to kiss at least?”
Ginny nodded blushing wildly. “I’ve snogged with a couple of blokes. But, I can’t say I liked it much. I was only trying to make Hermione notice me. Make her see that I’m no longer a child!”
Rosmerta unabashedly lowered her eyes to Ginny’s well rounded breasts just beneath her jumper; her breath seemed to hitch along the way. “Only a fool or a blind person would call you a child my dear,” she said in a husky voice. She quickly poured drinks for both of them. She knocked hers back as Ginny did the same. “Now then,” she went on, “what didn’t you like about kissing blokes?” Rose squirmed slightly in her chair as a familiar heat began to build between her thighs.
Ginny’s voice was getting a bit thick, although whether it was due to the strong drink or not Rose couldn’t be sure. Ginny thought for a moment before answering. “They seemed a bit...oh, I don’t know...more like they were just interested in the snogging rather than what I was feeling.” She poured more whiskey and took a sip. “And the hands! Oh Merlin the hands! Always they were trying to grab my arse or fondle my tits like I was a fillet steak at the market!” Ginny shook her head. “It really was quite disgusting to be honest. And what the bloody hell is with that sticking their tongue in my mouth thing?” she asked with fire looming in her bright brown eyes. She took another sip of the whiskey and ran the pink tip of her tongue across her lips. “I don’t get that at hall...at all,” she giggled.
Rose sat, mesmerized by the sight of Ginny’s tongue peeking at her from between her pink lips. “Huh?” she asked dully. “I...erm...I mean...well, it would be more pleasant with the right person Ginny. Believe me! With the right person it can be quite...stimulating! I’m sure if you were to kiss Hermione you wouldn’t find any part of it disgusting.”
Ginny looked horrified and quickly finished her drink. “Oh! Oh no! I couldn’t do that! I’m sure she doesn’t feel like I do. Besides, she has a thing for Ron if you can believe that!”
Rosmerta shuddered slightly and took another rather large sip from her glass. “I have trouble believing that. Really, I do. Rather a lot actually.” She let her eyes wander back down to Ginny’s slim body, her gaze lingering on the young girls slim curves. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps Hermione, whom I think a great deal of by the way, is playing at the same game as you were? You know...trying to make you notice her by pretending to be interested in Ron?”
Ginny looked intrigued by the thought. “Do you really think that’s possible?”
Rose nodded slowly. “Makes more sense to me than her actually feeling anything for that git of a brother of yours. Oh, sorry Ginny! I shouldn’t have said that. I mean about Ron.”
Ginny waved her off. “Oh don’t worry about it. Thought the same thing myself about him for years now. I mean I love him because he is my brother...but he really is a bit of a git isn’t he,” she laughed. Now that you mention it, I can’t see what Hermione sees in him at all!”
“Only one way to find out Ginny! You’re going to have to tell Hermione how you feel!”
“Oh Merlin! I couldn’t! I mean what if she doesn’t feel like I do and rejects me? She is my best friend after all. I’d die if she ran away from me!” Ginny hung her head for a moment. “And to be truthful Rose, I’m bollox at this explaining feelings sort of thing. Maybe that’s why I love Quidditch so much. No time for thought...just action!”
Rose nodded. “Right then Ginny my girl! Treat her like a Golden Snitch! Just go up to her and kiss her. You can talk later if she’s still standing there after you kiss her!”
Ginny hid her face in her hands and quaked for a moment. “I could never do that! She’d hate me forever I’m sure. And besides. I don’t ...I haven’t ever...I don’t know how to kiss a girl. I might hurt her, you know, physically!”
Rosmerta finished off another shot of whiskey and leered openly at Ginny. “Same as kissing a bloke Ginny...just softer and without that chin stubble thing. Drives me bonkers that does.” She reached for the bottle and saw that they had finished it. “Bugger!” she muttered.
Ginny didn’t look convinced. “I dunno Rosy. I’d probably fuck it all up and wind up kissing her chin or summat...” She looked at the empty bottle that Rose was holding. “Got any more o’ that?”
Rose licked her lips and moved closer to Ginny. “Don’t need any more of that my dear. What you need is practice!”
“I agree Rosy old fern...old friend...but where the hell am I going to....”
Her question was cut off by a pair of soft warm lips pressing against her own as Rosmerta gathered her into her arms and pressed against her. Ginny found that breathing was real problem as she felt Rose’s large breasts press against hers and then she felt the flood of heat between her thighs; the same feeling she had only felt at night in her curtained bed when she dreamed of doing this with Hermione. Ginny moaned from deep within her soul.
Rose pulled back a little and ran her fingers tenderly over the younger girls cheek. “This is just for instructional purposes only you understand. I don’t want you to go to Hermione without a clue what to do!”
“I understand,” said Ginny as she kissed her friend yet again. “Very selfless of you really!”
They finally broke apart both panting heavily. Rose ran her nails lightly over Ginny’s small firm breasts. “Do you have any idea what comes next?” she asked in a mischievous voice.
“Haven’t a clue,” moaned Ginny, feeling Rose’s hand cupping her breast and gently kneading it as she ran a thumb over Ginny’s swollen nipple.
“Want to learn?” asked Rose huskily.
“Oh yes please! I would hate to upset Hermione by not knowing what comes next!”
“Good girl!” whispered Rose. “I’ll teach you just a bit. But you and Hermione are going to have to figure out the fine details. Some things can’t be taught...they can only be experienced. And that’s especially true when two people are in love. Agreed?”
Ginny moaned and then felt the squeezing sensation of Apparition. She sound herself standing next to Rose’s huge bed.
“Now what?” asked Ginny shaking a bit.
“Just relax Luv. Just relax and let me show you!”
To be continued...
Author: redbeargrl
Pairing: Ginny/Madam Rosmerta (for now)
Rating: R (also for now)
Word Count: 2894
Summary: Ginny leans on a friend because she feels different.
Warning: femmeslash, a little booze and Ginny's mouth.
Notes: I totally apologize to </a></strong></a>
red_day_dawning for gakking this whole idea from one of her wonderful fic's. Sorry Hon! Well, not really.Disclaimer: We all know that I'm not J.K. Rowling. So that's settled.
Comments would be lovely...
I Haven’t a Clue
By
Redbeargrl
By
Redbeargrl
It was almost closing time, late on a Sunday afternoon at the Three Broomsticks, when a solitary cloaked figure fought her way through the door. She paused to stamp the snow from her shoes and immediately walked to a small empty single table near the bar without looking up or acknowledging any of the other Hogwarts students. She made a point not to notice Harry, Hermione and Ron, all sitting together at a large table on the other side of the room. Despite the warmth from the friendly fire in the hearth, she did not remove her cloak; actually pulling the hood tighter around her face as she sat heavily in the straight back wooden chair facing away from the table where her two friends and brother sat laughing about something that she was sure was terribly amusing. She however, was not amused in the slightest.
“Afternoon Dear,” said the sultry voice of Madam Rosmerta coming up from behind her. “What’ll it be Luv? You don’t have time for much now. I’ve already called lasts for students.”
“Just a Butterbeer please,” said the tiny voice from within the hood.
A few moments later the bottle was set carefully on the table and the figure handed the proprietor two small silver coins. “Thanks,” she said. Her voice was barely audible from within the heavy cloak.
Madame Rosmerta took one look at the tiny hand and chuckled. “Ginny? Thought it was you. Nobody but a Weasley has freckles on their hands like that!”
Ginny put her finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. “Please Madam Rosmerta! I don’t want anybody to notice me. I just want to drink my Butterbeer and be left alone if you don’t mind.”
“You really are off tonight. Normally you’re the life of the party!”
Ginny sighed heavily as she sipped from the bottle. “Not tonight I guess.”
Rosmerta looked puzzled for a moment and then laughed. “Oh! I get it. Bloke trouble eh?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
The blond woman laughed knowingly, the exposed tops of her large pale breasts jiggling noticeably above her bodice. Ginny tried not to notice them either. She squirmed slightly in her chair.
“Stay right here Ginny. Let me get this lot out and we’ll talk.” She turned to face the crowded inn. “Right! Time! All of you students, back to Hogwarts with you. See you all next weekend!”
The air was filled with the sounds of scraping chairs and a few laughing boos and more than a few cheery calls of goodnight and thanks. It didn’t take long at all for the place to empty and soon Rosmerta plopped herself down in a chair next to Ginny with a bottle of Firewhiskey and a couple of glasses.
Ginny had been watching from under her hood as Harry, Hermione and her brother left, all with their arms about one another and still laughing. Rosmerta saw the look on longing cross the young girl’s face as her friends left.
“So Ginny, want to tell me about your problems then?”
“Not really,” mumbled Ginny, turning back to her Butterbeer. “What’s the point anyway? It seems I’m doomed to not get what I want.” She sat back in her chair and pulled the hood from around her face. Rosmerta watched in fascination as Ginny’s long flaming red tresses spilled free to frame her beautiful face. Rosmerta swallowed hard at the sight. She always did have a fondness for redheads. Especially Weasley redheads. She found a lump forming in her throat and quickly took a sip of the Firewhiskey.
“I’d better go,” said Ginny. “I don’t want to have to face Filch if I’m late.”
She reached out and put a hand on Ginny’s arm. “Don’t worry about it Luv. There’s more than one way around that old bastard.” She left her hand on Ginny’s arm as she continued. “So why don’t you tell me what’s wrong dear. I’ve had a bit of experience with the lads you know.”
It was Ginny’s turn to laugh but it rather sounded like a snort. “So most of my brothers have told me!”
Rosmerta snatched her hand from Ginny’s arm, blushing wildly and huffing. “Now why would you say that! That’s absurd..I’ve never...”
Ginny laughed out loud. “Oh don’t worry about it! We Weasley’s are a very close bunch. From what I’ve heard, you’ve had it on with almost all of my brothers at one time or another!”
Rosmerta tried to protest but Ginny waved it off. “Oh don’t go on like that,” she laughed. “I don’t blame you for giving Bill and Charlie and the twins a tumble. Merlin knows I’ve fantasized about it myself a time or two. But Percy? Really Rose!”
Rose looked a little guilty and laughed. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “Seemed like the thing to do at the time. Sweet boy actually.” She paused to take another swig of the whiskey. “But...we aren’t here to talk about my indiscretions with your family young lady!” She lowered her voice and glanced at Ginny with a conspiratorial look in her eyes. “Although I wouldn’t mind hearing about some of those fantasies of yours sometime!” she whispered. She took another sip of the Firewhiskey and regarded Ginny with warm eyes. “Now then, tell me all about your problems with the lads my dear. It’s Harry isn’t it? I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s with Hermione and your brother.”
Rose watched the red color flush up from Ginny’s neck to turn her cheeks and ears as red as her hair. “No!” she cried. “Well...erm...not really no. I mean I like him and all...” She looked at Rose with a helpless pleading look. “May I?” she asked pointing to the bottle of whiskey. Rose shrugged and pushed a glass towards her mumbling something about the dragon already being let out of the cave. Ginny poured a large shot and downed it in one gulp; her eyes bugged out and she started to cough. “Good stuff!” she gagged pounding on the table with her fist. “Really quite nice in a flaming pain, rip the skin out of your throat sort of way.” She took another shot but this time she didn’t gag. Ginny had always been a fast study.
Rose regarded her through half closed eyes with a puzzled look on her face. She idly scratched the top of one breast with her forefinger and Ginny couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of that blood red nail against the smooth pale skin. She quickly tossed back another shot and seemed to relax. Rose thought her grin was getting a bit lopsided. “Oh my gods!” Rose blurted out. “If it isn’t Harry...do you want to shag your brother? Is it Ronald you fancy?”
The question sent Ginny into a coughing fit and she looked as though she had just swallowed a large bug. “Oh Gods Rose!” she cried. “What a ghastly thought! No! Of course not! Ugh!”
Rose looked skeptical but seemed to accept her reaction as genuine. “Don’t blame you really,” she muttered. She took another sip from her own glass while staring at the red faced girl before her. Slowly the light went on and Rose began to laugh loudly. “I get it!” she cried. “It’s neither of them! You don’t fancy a bloke at all do you?” She leaned into Ginny putting her face right in front of her. Ginny’s eyes were wide and Rose could see little beads of sweat forming on the redhead’s brow. “You fancy Hermione!”
In the space of a heartbeat Ginny’s face went from outraged shock to surprise and then, slowly, tears formed in her beautiful brown eyes as she began to sob. She hid her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving and Rose couldn’t help but put an arm around the weeping girl and pull her close. “There, there,” she whispered to the sobbing girl. “It’s all right Luv. It’s all right.”
”No it’s not!” sobbed Ginny. “It will never be all right! Oi! I’m such a terrible person!”
Rosmerta pulled the young girl to her breast, stroking her back and comforting her. She could feel Ginny’s hot tears running down between the globes of her breasts while Ginny wailed. “Whatever are you on about Ginny? A terrible person? You’re no such thing! You’re just young and in love!”
“B...But...But she’s a g...girl!” Ginny blubbered. “I’m not supposed to feel that way about a girl!”
Rose pulled Ginny’s head up from her chest and looked her straight in the eye. “And who has told you this load of rubbish? If you love someone, truly love them, what difference does the plumbing make then?” she asked softly brushing away the tears.
Ginny’s crying slowed but she still clung to her friend. “But something must be wrong with me Rose. Girls don’t fall in love with other girls!”
“Rubbish!” snapped Rose. “It happens all of the time Ginny! You’re not the first girl to feel this way you know.”
“I...I’m, not?” she asked hopefully. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to smile, but her trembling lower lip gave hint to the emotions lingering just below her surface. “I thought...I was always told that as a...as a girl I would fall in love with a boy and make babies and...”
Rose pulled a clean hankie from her bodice and dabbed at Ginny’s eyes. “Ginerva,” she said softly. “For some girls that is their path. For other girls, it isn’t. And for, well girls like me,” she added with a small laugh, “it isn’t one or the other. Some of us like chocolate AND vanilla if you get my meaning.”
“Really?”
“Yes Ginny. Really! Now the only question is what are you going to do about it?”
A look of panic crossed Ginny’s face. “Do about it?” she asked in a tiny squeak. “Well, erm, I suppose I could...or I might...” She looked helplessly at her friend. “I haven’t a clue to be honest. I just never considered the...possibility of being able to do anything about it really.”
“Well,” said Rosmerta with a huge laugh,” we really must do something about your appalling lack of education in the arts of loving a woman. May I assume that you know how to kiss at least?”
Ginny nodded blushing wildly. “I’ve snogged with a couple of blokes. But, I can’t say I liked it much. I was only trying to make Hermione notice me. Make her see that I’m no longer a child!”
Rosmerta unabashedly lowered her eyes to Ginny’s well rounded breasts just beneath her jumper; her breath seemed to hitch along the way. “Only a fool or a blind person would call you a child my dear,” she said in a husky voice. She quickly poured drinks for both of them. She knocked hers back as Ginny did the same. “Now then,” she went on, “what didn’t you like about kissing blokes?” Rose squirmed slightly in her chair as a familiar heat began to build between her thighs.
Ginny’s voice was getting a bit thick, although whether it was due to the strong drink or not Rose couldn’t be sure. Ginny thought for a moment before answering. “They seemed a bit...oh, I don’t know...more like they were just interested in the snogging rather than what I was feeling.” She poured more whiskey and took a sip. “And the hands! Oh Merlin the hands! Always they were trying to grab my arse or fondle my tits like I was a fillet steak at the market!” Ginny shook her head. “It really was quite disgusting to be honest. And what the bloody hell is with that sticking their tongue in my mouth thing?” she asked with fire looming in her bright brown eyes. She took another sip of the whiskey and ran the pink tip of her tongue across her lips. “I don’t get that at hall...at all,” she giggled.
Rose sat, mesmerized by the sight of Ginny’s tongue peeking at her from between her pink lips. “Huh?” she asked dully. “I...erm...I mean...well, it would be more pleasant with the right person Ginny. Believe me! With the right person it can be quite...stimulating! I’m sure if you were to kiss Hermione you wouldn’t find any part of it disgusting.”
Ginny looked horrified and quickly finished her drink. “Oh! Oh no! I couldn’t do that! I’m sure she doesn’t feel like I do. Besides, she has a thing for Ron if you can believe that!”
Rosmerta shuddered slightly and took another rather large sip from her glass. “I have trouble believing that. Really, I do. Rather a lot actually.” She let her eyes wander back down to Ginny’s slim body, her gaze lingering on the young girls slim curves. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps Hermione, whom I think a great deal of by the way, is playing at the same game as you were? You know...trying to make you notice her by pretending to be interested in Ron?”
Ginny looked intrigued by the thought. “Do you really think that’s possible?”
Rose nodded slowly. “Makes more sense to me than her actually feeling anything for that git of a brother of yours. Oh, sorry Ginny! I shouldn’t have said that. I mean about Ron.”
Ginny waved her off. “Oh don’t worry about it. Thought the same thing myself about him for years now. I mean I love him because he is my brother...but he really is a bit of a git isn’t he,” she laughed. Now that you mention it, I can’t see what Hermione sees in him at all!”
“Only one way to find out Ginny! You’re going to have to tell Hermione how you feel!”
“Oh Merlin! I couldn’t! I mean what if she doesn’t feel like I do and rejects me? She is my best friend after all. I’d die if she ran away from me!” Ginny hung her head for a moment. “And to be truthful Rose, I’m bollox at this explaining feelings sort of thing. Maybe that’s why I love Quidditch so much. No time for thought...just action!”
Rose nodded. “Right then Ginny my girl! Treat her like a Golden Snitch! Just go up to her and kiss her. You can talk later if she’s still standing there after you kiss her!”
Ginny hid her face in her hands and quaked for a moment. “I could never do that! She’d hate me forever I’m sure. And besides. I don’t ...I haven’t ever...I don’t know how to kiss a girl. I might hurt her, you know, physically!”
Rosmerta finished off another shot of whiskey and leered openly at Ginny. “Same as kissing a bloke Ginny...just softer and without that chin stubble thing. Drives me bonkers that does.” She reached for the bottle and saw that they had finished it. “Bugger!” she muttered.
Ginny didn’t look convinced. “I dunno Rosy. I’d probably fuck it all up and wind up kissing her chin or summat...” She looked at the empty bottle that Rose was holding. “Got any more o’ that?”
Rose licked her lips and moved closer to Ginny. “Don’t need any more of that my dear. What you need is practice!”
“I agree Rosy old fern...old friend...but where the hell am I going to....”
Her question was cut off by a pair of soft warm lips pressing against her own as Rosmerta gathered her into her arms and pressed against her. Ginny found that breathing was real problem as she felt Rose’s large breasts press against hers and then she felt the flood of heat between her thighs; the same feeling she had only felt at night in her curtained bed when she dreamed of doing this with Hermione. Ginny moaned from deep within her soul.
Rose pulled back a little and ran her fingers tenderly over the younger girls cheek. “This is just for instructional purposes only you understand. I don’t want you to go to Hermione without a clue what to do!”
“I understand,” said Ginny as she kissed her friend yet again. “Very selfless of you really!”
They finally broke apart both panting heavily. Rose ran her nails lightly over Ginny’s small firm breasts. “Do you have any idea what comes next?” she asked in a mischievous voice.
“Haven’t a clue,” moaned Ginny, feeling Rose’s hand cupping her breast and gently kneading it as she ran a thumb over Ginny’s swollen nipple.
“Want to learn?” asked Rose huskily.
“Oh yes please! I would hate to upset Hermione by not knowing what comes next!”
“Good girl!” whispered Rose. “I’ll teach you just a bit. But you and Hermione are going to have to figure out the fine details. Some things can’t be taught...they can only be experienced. And that’s especially true when two people are in love. Agreed?”
Ginny moaned and then felt the squeezing sensation of Apparition. She sound herself standing next to Rose’s huge bed.
“Now what?” asked Ginny shaking a bit.
“Just relax Luv. Just relax and let me show you!”
To be continued...
Oh that Rosmerta!
Nearly had coffee/monitor-screen disaster when I reached this line: "I’ve had a bit of experience with the lads you know.”" Well, yes Rosmerta, we do know. And not just the lads...
great stuff!
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So thanks Hon for showing me a new pairing and a wonderful character I'd been ignoring.
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::searches for shop towels::
hehehehe
I'm such a sick Bear!
::hugs::
::tickles::
::goes back to finishing Part 2::
She has no idea what she's started here...
Reached for a kitten and grabbed a lion.
Great story, go 'head and finish, I just got some more shop towels, so I'm set. ;)
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::looks sheepish::
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