A shock of pleasure mixed with the need for unrequited release coursed through Hermione's body. "I've thought about it, too," she broke the kiss long enough to admit the fact that Ginny had remained on her brain for the past few weeks. Leaning in again, she turned so her breasts were brushing against Ginny's and she allowed her hand to travel to play in the hair that flowed from the back of Ginny'd head.
She squirmed as each time Ginny's fingers kneaded her leg she felt fire course up her leg and hit her core. She wanted that hand to creep closer to her and her hips involuntarily slid forward in and attempt to drive Ginny's hand a little further up her leg.