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Entry tags: | 2008, ginny weasley, ginny/hermione, hermione granger |
[FIC] Tension: Hermione/Ginny :: gift for artzeechik04
Title: Tension
Author:
Recipient: artzeechik04
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny (references to Ginny/Dean and past Ginny/Neville)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3000
Warnings: teen!sex, underage drinking
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Even a simple things like letting your hair down and enjoying a long bath with a friend can help take the weight of the world off your shoulders. Especially when Firewhisky is involved.
Author's Notes: For artzeechik04, who asked for, among other things, Hogwarts-era, drunken!sex, friendly teasing, can't-quite-make-it-to-the-bedroom sex (I think this counts), humor, biting, and as much canon compliance as possible. Obviously humor is in the eye of the beholder, but I think I managed the rest reasonably. I took mild liberties with the Prefect's bath, as I would imagine there'd be a separate one for female prefects, given the dormitory stair situation. I'm sorry it isn't terribly long, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Much love to A, the best beta a girl could ask for.
Hermione had just knotted her robe and was searching for her shampoo when Ginny burst through the door, flopped dramatically onto Hermione's bed, and let out a muffled, "Urrrrrgh."
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued hunting for her shampoo. How on earth did it end up under her books? Honestly, it's like someone cast a Wandering hex on it. Which, come to think, she wouldn't put past various people she knows.
She wrapped it up in her towel to keep it in one place and said, "Dean?"
Ginny groaned and pulled Hermione's pillow over her head. "Is it ever anything else?"
As if feeling Hermione open her mouth, Ginny clutched the pillow tighter to her head and said, "Don't answer that."
Hermione quirked an eyebrow and sat on the bed next to Ginny's sprawled legs. She reached for the pillow and tugged on it, saying, "What happened this time?"
Ginny let out another muffled groan and attempted to burrow deeper. After a brief struggle, Hermione emerged victorious with the pillow and used it to swat Ginny lightly on the rump. "Tell me," she said.
"More of the same," Ginny said, rolling over and covering her face with her arm. "It's just more of the same, which is exactly the problem. Nothing ever changes and for some reason he thinks that's perfectly wonderful and--"
Ginny opened her eyes and sat up, noticing Hermione's shower trappings all in a rush.
"Oh," she said, "I'm sorry. You were about to go shower, and look at me barging in you, dumping my problems all over your bed. You go. It's nothing can't wait."
Hermione swatted her again with the pillow. "My shower can wait too, you know. It's hardly of earth-shattering importance itself. Besides, I know how you get. You'll get all broody and fuming if you don't let it all out, and I'd much rather deal with you this way."
Ginny snatched the other pillow off the bed and threw it at her. Hermione just laughed as Ginny fake-pouted.
"Actually, I've a better idea," Hermione said. "I was just going to shower down the hall, but instead, why don't you go get your bath things and I'll smuggle you into the Prefect's bath up on the fifth floor. That way we can - what was your brother's expression? - 'Hit two Bludgers with one bat.'"
Ginny fell back onto Hermione's bed with a deep sigh. "That sounds absolutely brilliant, Hermione. I reckon we could both do with a bit of an unwind, yeah?"
Hermione just shrugged, and, as if her body was taking the matter into its own, er, shoulders, they both cracked quite loudly.
"Ouch. I think that answers that," said Ginny, hopping off the bed. "I'll be back down in two shakes. And I think I've got something that'll help us both even more than a bath."
She hurried out the door and Hermione could hear her feet bounding down the stairs to her own dorm. She smiled to herself as she remade her bed and started brushing out her hair. No matter what she did, it was always a mess of tangles by the end of the day, and if she didn't brush it before she got it wet, she would likely have to cut it all off after. Of course, it didn't do any wonders for her appearance, as evidenced by Ginny's yelp of surprise when she burst through the door a second time. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and continued attacking the tangles.
"I'm sorry," Ginny laughed, "it's just you looked those pictures Mum likes to show Dad, the ones of Muggles who were caught up in that ekletricity stuff." She had prepared herself quickly, much faster than Hermione had, and all of her bath things were wrapped up tightly in her towel. Hermione narrowed her eyes; one of the lumps looked suspiciously nothing at all like shampoo. Ginny caught her stare and raised a finger.
"Ah," she said. "Don't look at me like that."
"What are you bringing?" Hermione said, pinning her hair loosely so as not to frighten any First Years in the corridors. She stood and gathered her own things.
"I'll tell you when we get there. First, I want you turning off your Prefect Brain. We are to be relaxing, remember?"
"Ginny..." Hermione started, her voice all warning.
"Shush," said Ginny. She put her hands on Hermione's back and forcibly herded her out the door. "I'm not starting off the evening with you all uptight. If I'm not to be broody, you are not to be a drudge, this is the deal."
Hermione let out a squawk of protest.
"No," Ginny said. "Now come on."
~*~
Hermione let them into the Prefect's bathroom with a muttered password - Stamp-Collecting Trollusk - and stifled a smirk at Ginny's gasp of surprise. True, she'd gasped herself the first time she'd come here - actually, be honest now, she'd squealed like six-year-old getting the pony she'd always wanted - but by this point she was used to the room and all its wonders.
Not so Ginny, who scrambled around the huge room, investigating the three different-sized tubs, the sparkling fixtures, the myriad taps and their different-scented-suds, and the gentle soothing music that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. After Ginny had stared, mouth agape, at the enormous crystal chandelier hanging low over the central tub for what seemed an appropriate length of time, Hermione cleared her throat. Ginny spun around, eyes shining.
"This is, without a doubt, the prettiest bathroom I have ever seen," Ginny said, grabbing Hermione's hands. "And yes, I realize what an odd thing that is to say, but look at this place. Why have you never brought me here before? Two years you've been a prefect, and never a word! You're worse than my brothers."
Hermione clucked her tongue. "There are rules for a reason, Ginny. Besides, unless there's something about one of your brothers you've never mentioned before, they couldn't have got you in here anyway. This one's girls only, remember?"
Ginny laughed at the wicked glint in Hermione's eyes and punched her lightly on the arm. Ginny pulled her by the hand over to the largest, deepest tub. "We have to use this one, Hermione. We might as well go all out."
She knelt to turn on a few of the taps on the tub, easily large enough to fit a family of six, all of their bathing essentials, the family pets, possibly a cousin or two, and even a beach ball. For its size, it filled remarkably fast. As soon as she'd judged the temperature just right, Ginny shucked off her robe and slipped into the water with barely a splash. She surfaced quickly, water sluicing down her bright red hair, beading on her lips and pooling in her collar bones. She gestured to Hermione, who was a bit more hesitant when it came to getting starkers in a mad rush. Eventually she too removed her robe - hanging it neatly on the appropriate peg rather than leaving it in a heap on the floor, thank you - and slid into the water.
The water was hot, just this side of blistering, really, but it felt perfectly wonderful. Hermione slowly submerged, letting her hair float out around her in a cloud and feeling the tension start to seep out of her aching back. When she came up for air, Ginny was propping herself half out of the tub, straining to reach her towel.
"Gotcha!" she said, tugging the bundle towards her and pulling it open. Hermione glided towards her and peered over Ginny's shoulder. Wrapped in Ginny's towel, aside from the usual soaps and lotions, was a medium sized bottle of Firewhisky. This last was clearly what Ginny was aiming for; she pulled it out and held it over her head, grinning mischievously.
"Ginny!"
"Don't act so scandalized, Hermione," Ginny said, sliding back into the water. "You're of age and I'm practically of age--"
"A year isn't practically," said Hermione.
"--and besides, didn't I tell you to turn off the Prefect Brain? It's not like you haven't broken plenty of other rules around this place," Ginny finished.
"Those were all for a very good reason!" Hermione said.
"And so is this. I'd say taking our minds off everything going on out there, idiot boys and mad wizards both, is possibly the best reason." Ginny pulled the cork out with her teeth and took a swig. She even managed to keep her coughing mostly under control as she handed Hermione the bottle.
Hermione eyed it dubiously. "Where did you say you got this?"
Ginny pushed away from the wall and started treading water. "Nicked it from Bill last summer. The twins had some just lying around in their room, but I figured that anything left out that obviously was probably dangerous."
Hermione winced at the memory of a very black eye. "Believe me, I know," she said. She lifted the bottle to her nose and sniffed it.
Ginny slapped some water at her. "Oh go on, Hermione!"
Hermione looked at the bottle some more. It would be rather nice to just let go for a bit. To not feel like she had to take care of everyone, all the time, something she certainly would be doing later in the evening if she left the whole bottle for Ginny to finish. She raised the bottle again, fully intending to sip it gingerly. But once again it seemed that her body wanted to take the matter into its own hands, and she found herself tossing her head back and taking a long, thirsty swallow.
Through the teary-eyed coughing fit that followed, she could blurrily see Ginny clapping her hands and cheering.
~*~
Hermione leaned lazily against the rim of the bath and kicked her legs out in front. "How about Neville? Did you ever kiss him?"
Ginny turned gracefully in the water and took another swig of Firewhisky. "Oh yeah, and he was good too." She paddled back towards Hermione and handed her the bottle. "Shoulda stuck with him instead of Corner."
"Ginny!" Hermione said, but she was laughing.
"What? Corner was a terrible kisser. And Neville was...not." Ginny flashed a grin and snatched back the bottle.
"Hmm." Hermione drifted away from the edge, turning slowly. She was very aware of the shape of her body beneath the water, but for some reason she wasn't embarrassed the way she normally was. "You'd never know it to look at him, would you? Makes you wonder..."
"We should ask Susan."
Hermione slipped under the water and came back up reaching for the Firewhisky. "Why's that?" she said, taking another drink.
"Well," Ginny said, drifting in close, "I heard she's been having it off with him since Easter hols."
Hermione spurted a bit of her mouthful of whisky, and Merlin's pants if it didn't burn twice as much through the nose. "No! Good for you, Neville."
Ginny reached around her for the bottle. "Good for Susan, more like," she said and tilted the bottle against her lips with a grin.
Hermione reached out and gave her a shove, her fingers skidding a bit over Ginny's stomach. "You are awful."
Ginny set down the whisky and shoved Hermione back, a bit harder. "Oh go on with you. You were thinking it too."
"I was not," Hermione said. She moved to shove Ginny again, but her weight shifted in the water and she missed, fingers sliding along Ginny's hips instead. It was strange; Ginny's hips were soft, quite a bit softer and broader than Hermione's own bony ones. More pleasant, too, than the feel of either Harry or Ron's hips all those times she'd hugged them, and she was surprised to discover that her hands stayed where they were, splaying out along Ginny's back.
It was also strange that Ginny didn't seem to mind. Instead she moved in even closer, draping her own arms around Hermione's shoulders. "Yeah," she said, "Shy, bumbling, Neville's apparently gotten a lot less...clumsy over the years." When Hermione laughed, laughed with just a hint of nervousness, Ginny brought her nose right up to Hermione's and said, "Shame we never found out for ourselves."
With that, she reached farther behind Hermione and pushed against the wall of the tub, propelling them both out into the deeper part of the tub. They twisted and writhed, shrieking with laughter and surprise, legs sliding together, breasts bumping close as they held tight to each other. They finally drifted to a halt, bobbing softly in the water. They were tangled up together, arms and legs everywhere, and Hermione found herself to be breathing far harder than such simple exertion would warrant. She was hyper-aware of just how close Ginny's face was to hers, not to mention that she could feel each one of Ginny's breaths through her entire body. Still, she made no move to pull away, and neither did Ginny.
"My head's all fuzzy," she said in a surprisingly husky voice.
"'S jus' the Firewhisky," Ginny replied. Hermione felt an tugging sensation, and she realized Ginny was playing with her hair where it fanned across her shoulders.
"So," Ginny said after a moment, "I've spilled, now you go. Tell me something wild you've done, then." She wrapped her legs tighter around Hermione. It took Hermione a moment to realize that Ginny had spoken, as she was fascinated by the smooth feeling of the skin of Ginny's back.
Without thinking, she blurted, "I kissed a girl once. Just the once, she was my neighbor and she was a bit boy crazy and she seemed to think we should, I don't know, practice or something..." Hermione trailed off at the look in Ginny's eyes. Then her gaze slipped down; Ginny's lips were parted slightly, and Hermione could feel each puff of breath against her lips. Her gaze slipped again, sliding over Ginny's long white neck to where her breasts were pressed against her own. Just the creamy skin of the tops with just a hint of dusky pink nipple was visible, the water lapping at them - like a tongue, she thought - and despite the warmth of the water Hermione felt her own nipples pebbling, alert. She licked her lips compulsively.
"How was it?" Ginny breathed, her hands sliding down to grip Hermione's hips. Her thumbs made gentle circles over the bone and Hermione shivered.
"It was..." Hermione said, her eyes drifting closed, "okay..." and then their lips were slanting together and they were kissing. Ginny's lips were sweet, full, and the dark taste of the whisky was on her tongue as it slid against Hermione's. Hermione gripped Ginny's back tighter and opened her mouth more fully, her feet trying in vain to find purchase in the deeper water. The movement, and the resulting friction, caused Ginny to moan low in her throat, her hands clutching at Hermione's hips.
Hermione broke away to breathe; Ginny was undeterred, shifting down to suckle at Hermione's neck. Hermione felt slick everywhere, slippery, and felt nowhere more slick than she did between her legs.
"We - ah - we should move-move back to the shallow end," she said, trying to keep her mind somewhat clear. "'S too difficult like this."
Ginny mumbled her assent against Hermione's shoulder and Hermione began to gently propel them back to the edge. It was slow going; with each kick their bodies met, hips bumping and breasts rubbing together deliciously, and Hermione kept finding herself distracted. Ginny's breasts were the same, but so different, rounder and fuller, with flat pink nipples that Hermione felt compelled to touch. As soon as her toes found bottom again, Hermione bent her head and took one in her mouth. Ginny hissed in pleasure.
~*~
Apparently Ginny was a biter. Hermione discovered this as she floated, arms clutching desperately at the walls of the bath as Ginny's fingers worked between her legs. Every time Hermione cried out, Ginny's teeth closed around skin, shoulder, breast, lip, it didn't matter. She would circle her fingers just right, or crook them just so, and Hermione would gasp, and Ginny would let up suckling or kissing and bite down instead, usually with a decidedly twin-like gleam in her eyes.
Then finally, Ginny rubbed with her thumb, and crooked her fingers, and bit down without waiting for a cry, and Hermione was thrusting her hips and cursing the softness of the water because her whole body felt so taut and so brittle, and then her tension snapped. She came in a burst, and Ginny kissed her and swallowed her cries.
"Wow," she said as Ginny pulled back with an unbelievably smug look on her face. "That was amazing. Amazing, and...different."
"Different? Different how?" said Ginny, sliding her hands up Hermione's stomach and moving between her legs. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny's neck and pulled her in closer.
"It was-- it was like, when I touch myself, because your fingers are so much like mine, but yours are rougher, and the angle was different, and I didn't have to think about what I was doing and-- arg, I can't explain it."
Ginny brought her face in close and spoke against Hermione's lips. "Show me, then."
And Hermione did just that, flipping her over easily in the water and sliding her fingers up and in. She kissed Ginny everywhere that was out of the water, and a few places that weren't, and Ginny swore like a sailor with every stroke. Hermione was too busy to mind, experimenting as she was, searching for the places that would make Ginny cry out the loudest. She even tried the biting thing.
It turned out to be marvelous.
~*~fin~*