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fic: I Haven't a Clue Pt. 2 of 2 (Ginny/Rosmerta, Ginny/Hermione R)

2008-01-13T15:22:12Z

Title: I Haven't a Clue: Part 2 of 2
Author: redbeargrl
Pairing: Ginny/Madam Rosmerta, Ginny/Hermione
Rating: R (perhaps worse)
Word Count: 2667
Summary: Ginny resolves her problem with Rosmerta's help and then goes off in search of her One True Love.
Warning: Femmeslash, more or less explicit sex, a little more booze and Ginny's mouth.
Disclaimer: I looked this morning. Still not J.K. Rowling.

Comments are always welcome...

I Haven’t a Clue
Part Two
By
Redbeargrl

“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!”

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Rosmerta stood back from the bed and tried to remember if her bedroom had ever looked this beautiful. No, she thought, not beautiful...ethereal!

By now the upstairs bedroom was lit with just the last glimmer of winter sunlight peeking through the snow dappled windows; their frosty edges battling with the heat in the room. The fire in the large hearth cast flickering red tainted shadows about the room making everything shimmer and making the darker corners of the room seem deeply mysterious. A single flickering candle next to the bed lent it’s feeble light to the scene before her as she stood at the foot of the bed burning the sight into her memory for all time. She is, she thought, really quite breathtaking!

Despite her nervousness, Ginny had fairly squealed in delight at the first glimpse of Rosmerta’s hugely oversized bed. Growing up with her narrow bed in her first floor bedroom at the Burrow had never prepared her for a sight such as this. Even her curtained bed at Hogwarts, where she lay at night dreaming of Hermione, was no match for Rosmerta’s monument to comfort.

Moving almost faster than the eye could follow, Ginny had stripped off and flung herself into the sea of black satin. Rose could have sworn that Ginny’s lacy red knickers were still in the air when her body hit the bed, sinking into the soft feather mattress and giggling in delight. The giggling stopped however as Ginny luxuriated in the feel of the satin underneath her nude body as she slowly stretched her arms and legs from the center of the bed, trying to touch the edges. Now she lay there quietly, her bright brown eyes fixed on Rose as Rose’s were fixed on her; a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She really is the most beautiful Weasley to ever grace this bed, Rose thought. I wonder if Hermione knows what a treat she has in store!

Rose stood unmoving at the foot of the bed just feasting her eyes on the sight of the naked young girl now laying quietly in the middle of the sea of black. The flickering light from the fire cast a reddish glow over Ginny that somehow intensified the contrast between her milk white skin and the thousands of tiny freckles that covered her body. Her flaming red hair, splayed wildly upon the pillows, seemed to form a halo about her sweet face, contrasting beautifully against the blackness of the satin sheets.

For as much as Rosmerta had lascivious thoughts of ripping her own clothes off and ravishing her, she stood, quietly transfixed, as she let her eyes wander down the length of Ginny’s slim athletic body. Her breasts, so much smaller and firmer than her own Rose noted, stood high on her chest; the darker nipples already swollen and pointing. She left her gaze wander further down to the glistening downy red curls at the juncture of her slightly parted thighs; the dampness there set ablaze by the flickering fire so that it looked as if there were hundreds of tiny rubies lightly scattered amongst the curls. The mysteriously wonderful heady scent of “woman” floated on the still air.

Ginny licked her lips and looked questioningly at her friend. “Erm...so now what?”

Rosmerta had to shake her head a bit to bring herself back into the reality of the moment. A quick flick of her wand and she was as bare as Ginny as she crawled into the bed to lay next to the redhead who was now staring open mouthed at the sight of Rose’s magnificent breasts scant inches from her face.

“Oh my!” breathed Ginny whose face was turning a bright red. She seemed to stammer for a moment before she caught her words. “Sorry Rosy,” she whispered. “It’s just that I’ve never been naked like this with anybody before! It’s all kind of new and wonderful and...”

“Relax Ginny,” murmured Rose taking the young girls hand and placing it on her full white breast. “There’s no need to feel rushed or embarrassed. Just touch me as you touch yourself. You do touch yourself then don’t you?” she asked with a wicked grin.

Ginny’s face turned a bit redder. “Erm...yes. At night when I’m thinking of ...well...you know.”

Rose laughed. “It’s all right to say her name Luv. After all, the whole point of this is to give you the basics for you to use on your Hermione now isn’t it.”

“My Hermione,” Ginny whispered. “Oh how I wish that were true!”

“Well...if you keep on like that,” Rosmerta said with a small happy groan, “She’ll be yours forever! Oh! Ginny do you have any idea what your doing to me?”

Ginny looked confused for a bit until she realized that she had been playing with Rose’s nipple as they were talking. “Oi!” she cried out as she jerked her hand back. “Did I do something wrong?”

Rose took Ginny’s tiny hand and placed it back on her breast. “Oh no!” she breathed. “You were doing something very right! Yes, very right indeed!” She ran her long red nails lightly over Ginny’s breast and was rewarded by the sound of Ginny suddenly gasping. “Now then,” Rose whispered, “let’s try this now shall we?” She lowered her head and ran her tongue over Ginny’s diamond hard nipple; lightly running her tongue around it before letting it slip between her lips and sucking gently. Ginny’s back came off of the bed.

“Merlin!” gasped Ginny. “I had no idea!”

Rose chuckled evilly. “That’s just the start Luv! And then you can do this!”

“Oi!”

“And then move to here...”

“Oh GODS!”

“And when you’ve done that, there is this nerve right here...”

“Holy...shit!”

“And, while your sucking here you can let your hand wander down like this...”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Steady on Luv! That’s just the first few steps now.”

“NO! NEED MORE! Must have MORE!”

Ginny was huffing like the Hogwarts Express pulling into Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and Rose wasn’t far behind. Her lithe body was so tense she seemed to be attached to the bed only by her fingers grasping the sheets and her curled toes. Rose thought maybe she was going a bit too fast.

“Very well then, Ginny,” she moaned. “Now you do everything to me that I’ve just shown you.” Ginny proved, once again, that she was a fast study.

“Oi!” screamed Rosmerta. “Ginny! A woman’s tit isn’t a bloody Bludger Luv! Gently! Always gently!”

Ginny mumbled something that might have been an apology but Rose couldn’t be sure since Ginny’s mouth was currently stuffed with Rose’s ample left breast.

“Ahh yes!” she whispered hoarsely. “That’s better...much better indeed! Oh! Where did you learn that? Oh my!” Rose couldn’t be sure but it sounded like Ginny was humming, or something that sounded rather a lot like humming. It might have been giggling.

Rose lay back against the satin covered pillows as Ginny demonstrated that everything she had taught her, Ginny had taken to heart. Her soft blue eyes were closed and every nerve in her body was singing. She felt tiny but incredibly powerful hands parting her thighs and the sound of the humming moved.

“OH!” gasped Rose. “Ginny! I haven’t shown...shown you how to do ...oh my gods! Erm...we haven’t gotten that far...Ohhhh! Oh bugger all! You’re doing fine on your own Dear! Oh YES!” she screamed as she felt fingers penetrate her and a very busy tongue sucking and flicking on her swollen clit.

As her orgasm built, Rose couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a monster she had created and she suddenly felt very jealous of Hermione. However, by the time the fourth rolling orgasm hit her, she stopped worrying or thinking about most anything at all. There’s no doubt about it, she thought, this girl was simply born to...well, do what she was so obviously doing!

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Ginny swayed slightly on her feet as she stood in front of the painting covering the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. When Rose had noticed how late it was she hurriedly helped Ginny take a quick bath and get dressed. Unfortunately for Ginny, as they bathed and talked they also polished off most of a second bottle of Firewhiskey. Now she stood here arguing with the Fat Lady, who was more than a bit peeved about being roused from her slumbers at such a late hour and was not in a mind to be kind to a student out at this late hour when she should have been in hours ago.

“Whaddya mean that’s not the password” slurred a very pissed off and still a bit drunk Ginny. “I gave you the bloody password! Butterbeer!”

“Wrong!” sneered the Fat Lady as she pulled her dressing gown more tightly around her ample frame. “That was last weeks password.”

“Bugger!”

“Well I never!” she sniffed. “And, NO that’s not it either!”

Ginny tried to search her memory for the correct password but all she could think of was Rosmerta’s parting advice as she showed her the secret passage that lead back to Hogwarts. “Now remember Ginny. A bloke is different than a woman. There’s an old saying that a woman needs a reason while a bloke just needs a place! So remember, be gentle with Hermione. Chat her up. Be sweet. Remember she’s not a Bludger or a Snitch to be taken by force! You might try to be subtle...if you can. Be honest with her...tell her how you feel about her!”

Ginny shook her head to clear it and almost fell over. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Ummm..Peppermint twist?”

“No!”

“Ginger snap?”

“Wrong!”

“Chocolate Frog!”

“No! Oh do hurry up. I want to go back to sleep!”

“Parsimonious? NO! Strawberry tart? NO! Bludger? NO! Snitch? NO! Ubiquitous?"

"NO!”

“Bloody Hell! Won’t you give me a hint here?” Ginny’s voice was rising.

“NO! NO! NO!”

“Now listen to me you great lumbering git! I can’t stand here all night guessing!”

“Can’t help you! Against the rules you know!”

“Ah FUCK!” Ginny cried.

“Most certainly not!” cried the Fat Lady as the door opened. Hermione’s head popped out. “Ginny? Is that you?”

Ginny’s mood brightened immediately. “Oh hi Hermione! Yeah it’s me. Let me in will you?”

Hermione stood aside as Ginny clambered through the access hole. She no sooner reached the warmth of the Common Room when she heard Hermione’s voice cut into her.

“Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is? Filch will have you flayed alive if he caught you out there so late!”

“S’ok Hermione,” sighed Ginny as she sank into one of the large leather chairs by the dying fire. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It’s been a hell of a day!”

“It is not all right Ginny! I’m a Prefect! I’m supposed to report you!” she hissed. She seemed to sniff the air and looked very suspicious. “Ginny Weasley! Have you been drinking?”

“Yep!” she answered with a slightly crooked grin. “But, with a good reason mind!”

Hermione massaged her temples. “Oh this just keeps getting better and better! First I see you trying to sneak into the Three Broomsticks, probably to meet some bloke of yours that I don’t know about and now you show up after curfew and drunk to boot. How in Merlin’s name am I supposed to ignore all of this?”

Ginny felt a little adrenaline rush and her head cleared instantly. “You saw me?”

Hermione suddenly looked a little sheepish. “Well yes, of course I saw you. I...erm...always see you. You are my best friend you know. That’s why I waited up for you just now.”

Ginny found her mind whirring. “That’s nice to know,” she said softly. “And, for your information, I wasn’t there to meet a bloke. I wanted to talk to Rosmerta about...about a problem I was having.”

Hermione looked concerned and sat on the chair with her friend. “Oh. I’m sorry Ginny. I just assumed..well, you know. Did Rosmerta help you with your...erm...problem.”

“Sort of,” Ginny laughed softly. “You see...there’s this person that I’m really attracted to, well, in love with actually, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I thought Rosmerta might be able to help me with some good advice.”

“Was her advice helpful?”

Ginny shrugged. She felt the room getting awfully warm even though the fire was almost out. “She told me to be honest and tell this person what I was feeling,” she said with a little shudder. “I told her I’m bollocks with all of that.”

Hermione laughed softly. “Not your strong suit that’s true. But Ginny? Why did you go to Rosmerta for advice? I thought that’s what...well that’s what friends are for. I must admit I feel a little hurt. Almost like you’re ignoring me or something.”

Ginny felt like a heel and gently took Hermione’s hand in hers. “Oh no Mione! It’s just that...well I couldn’t..well you see...” Ginny took a huge breath and stood, drawing Hermione up as well. She looked into Hermione’s deep brown eyes for many moments before speaking. “Mione, if I ask you a question will you answer honestly?"

“Of course Gin. What kind of friend would I be if I lied?”

Ginny’s mind raced with all of the advice Rose had given her. “Chat her up! Tell her how you feel!”

“Oh bugger,” sighed Ginny. “Mione do you really fancy my brother? I mean do you really love him?

Hermione looked surprised but her eyes never left Ginny’s face. “I do like him Gin. But, as to do I love him? Honestly, I don’t think so.”

Ginny nodded. “Well, that’s good! Now. Do you love Harry? I mean as in romantically?”

Hermione slowly shook her head but said nothing, her wide eyes still focused on Ginny’s.

Ginny slowly let out the breath she had been holding. “Mione? Do you think you could ever love...well I mean...I feel...well...oh bugger!” She pulled the taller girl to her, wrapping her within her arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. After a short lifetime they pulled apart and she could see the glow on Hermione’s smiling face. “Hermione! I love you! I have from the day I first met you and I always will! There! I’ve said it!”

Hermione was blushing furiously. Ginny thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life.

“Oh Gin!” Hermione whispered as she stroked Ginny’s cheek. “I thought you’d never say that! I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long I’d almost given up hope!”

The next kiss lasted for a very long time indeed. A very long time. When they finally broke apart Hermione looked at her new love and smiled a smile that would have put the rising sun to shame. “Now, where do you suppose we go from here Ginny my love?”

Ginny grinned as she held Hermione close. “I haven’t a clue,” she whispered softly. “But, isn’t it going to be fun figuring out the answer...together!”

The End

fic: I Haven't a Clue Pt. 1 (Ginny/Rosmerta R)

2008-01-12T01:47:16Z

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>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

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...