Fic: Virgin State of Mind (Hermione/Luna, NC-17) for capitu Author:purelush Recipient:capitu Title: Virgin State of Mind Rating: R Pairing(s): Hermione/Luna Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older. Summary: Hermione asks Luna to help her relax. Warnings: None. Word Count: 1,663 Author's Notes: Title comes from the song by K's Choice. Thanks to H&M for the beta.
Hermione sighed, pushing the parchment away and leaning back in her chair. It was only half past three on Monday and yet she already felt the muscles knotting in her shoulders. Working as an Unspeakable had been a dream of hers for so long, but the reality of the job wasn't living up to its rather glamorous reputation.
She was stuck doing menial tasks left to her by her supervisor, Prunella Dobson. Once, she'd even had to go to the Magical Menagerie to haggle over the price of Kneazle treats. If that hadn't been humiliating enough, the worst part of it was that she couldn't complain. She couldn't sit up late with Ginny, drinking wine and disparage her boss. She couldn't tell Ron and Harry over fish and chips at the Leaky how much she hated her job. She couldn't say anything at all.
Which was precisely why Prunella wore such a triumphant smirk every time she delivered one of Hermione's assignments, the Kneazle in her arms purring contentedly. It was also why Hermione was so tense. She'd tried everything to relax: massage, long baths, meditation. Everything short of copious amounts of alcohol or potions, that is. She didn't want to lose control to a substance.
Hermione looked up at the clock and pulled a blank piece of parchment towards her, picking up her quill. Desperate times called for desperate measures, she reminded herself as she penned a note to Luna Lovegood.
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It wasn't that she didn't like Luna, Hermione thought to herself as she waited for the other woman to arrive at her flat. She was rather fond of her. She just didn't understand Luna. And things she didn't understand made her uneasy. So while they were friends, they'd never been close. Still, Luna was the most relaxed person she knew; somehow she’d always managed to exude serenity no matter the circumstance. Surely Luna'd be able to help her relieve some tension. Even if Hermione had to prance with the bloody Nargles.
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"I've tried everything," Hermione explained as she refilled Luna's wine glass and sat back down on the couch. "And it'll work maybe for an hour or two, but that's it. I'm so tense all the time, Luna."
"That is a serious problem," Luna said thoughtfully, "but you've always been that way, haven't you? Tense, I mean."
"I have not," Hermione said, bristling slightly. Luna gave her a knowing look. "Well, maybe around exams," Hermione relented.
"I think you need to learn to let go," Luna said. "You're always in control, but sometimes, it's nice to let go of that. Then you can just relax and let things happen." She smiled and Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"I get nervous when I'm not in control," she admitted.
"I'll help you," Luna said brightly. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes," Hermione said uncertainly. Luna frowned at her. "I trust you," Hermione said more firmly.
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Hermione lay back on her bed, her eyes closed, trying to relax. She could hear Luna humming softly. It was a pleasant sound and she decided to focus on it. Her eyes flew open, however, when Luna touched her arm.
"Sorry, sorry," she said, closing her eyes. She tried to keep her breathing even as Luna's fingers trailed up her arms, but it was so hard. Tingling sensations were shooting through her body and they travelled directly to her core.
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
The question was asked so casually that it took a moment for Hermione to register what Luna had said. Her eyes flew open and she moved across the bed like a flash. "How…how dare you! That's private!" she spluttered indignantly.
"I thought not," Luna said, nodding. "I think that's an avenue we should explore for you."
Hermione's face was beet red. "I'm not comfortable with that," she said stiffly.
"Hermione, sexual release is a wonderful and natural way to relax," Luna said soothingly. "It's not something you should feel ashamed about. It's something we should celebrate. Have you ever masturbated?"
Hermione shoved a pillow over her face. "Once," came her muffled reply. "It was… not pleasant."
"Hmmm. And sex? With a partner?" Luna asked in a clinical fashion. Hermione felt like she was getting a check up with a Healer.
"No. Ron and I, we, uh, didn't go very far. Touching. A bit," Hermione said, lowering the pillow slightly.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes… no. Not really. I knew I should, and I really tried, but it just felt odd." Hermione took the pillow off her face completely. "I'm such a loser, aren't I?"
Luna shook her head and brushed Hermione's frizzy hair out of her face tenderly. "You've always thought about others. Not about your own pleasure. But don't worry. I'll take care of you."
Hermione nodded, feeling immensely relieved. Then Luna's words sunk in. "Take care of me? How exactly will you do that?"
"I'm going to stimulate you orally and manually until you achieve orgasm," Luna said matter-of-factly.
Hermione whimpered. "Will this make me…a lesbian?"
Luna chuckled. "No, Hermione. You've always been one." She patted her cheek and then moved down her body.
Hermione lay back, confused. Had she always been a lesbian? Surely she would have noticed. She'd dated boys, not girls. Viktor and Cormac – she shuddered – and Ron. They were all masculine, not androgynous. Luna was sliding her trousers down her legs and Hermione tried to focus her mind on something other than what was going to happen. She'd admired other girls. Penelope Clearwater, for instance. She was smart and pretty and her hair was like Hermione's, but somehow it always fell in those perfect curls, never bushy or frizzy. Hermione had dreamed about running her fingers through it. She thought she could spend hours just playing with Penelope's beautiful hair.
Oh.
Luna's hands were snaking up her thighs and Hermione's mind was reeling. Maybe she was a lesbian. But if she herself hadn't known, then how had Luna?
"Luna? Are you a lesbian?" She asked suddenly. Luna's head popped up from between her legs and she nodded. "Should we be kissing? Before you…I mean, isn't that the proper way?"
"There's no proper way to engage in sexual pleasure with a partner," Luna said with a smile, "that's why it's so wonderful. But I wouldn't say no to a kiss." She moved up the bed until she was laying on top of Hermione and pressed their lips together. Hermione thought she would burst. It felt odd, kissing Luna. Her lips were soft and thin and her body was small and skinny, so much different than Ron's large angular frame. Luna shifted on top of her and their breasts rubbed together.
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling back. "Did you feel that?"
"Yes. Felt good, didn't it?" Luna said softly.
"Really, really good. We should do that again," Hermione said, and she pulled Luna down, kissing her again. Luna moved against her, more deliberately this time, and Hermione moaned against her mouth, clutching her by the shoulders. Luna's tongue slid between her open lips and soon they were snogging, hands tangled in each other's hair. Hermione'd never really enjoyed snogging with Ron. It was wet and slurpy and he always licked her teeth. But Luna's tongue was soft, stroking hers in a sensual way that made her want to be inside Luna, to feel every inch of her.
"More," she whispered as Luna began to suck on her neck. Luna complied, sliding her hand up inside Hermione's shirt and playing with her nipple. Hermione sighed and squirmed; it felt good but it wasn't enough. Luna seemed to sense this and she chuckled, pressing a brief kiss to Hermione's lips. She then pushed Hermione's shirt up so it was bunched up above her breasts and lowered her head to lick one of her nipples.
"Oh yes," Hermione moaned, shivering. Luna then took the nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it, her hand moving to play with Hermione's other nipple. Hermione was in ecstasy. Ron had grabbed at her breasts like they were doorknobs, not treated them so well. She could feel her knickers growing damp and she parted her legs slighty. Luna's mouth slid off her nipple with a slight popping sound. "You're ready, Hermione."
She slid her hand into Hermione's knickers and found her clit. Hermione moaned anew as Luna began to stroke her. Then Luna moved down her body and pulled Hermione's knickers off her now shaking legs. "Luna, what are you doing?" Hermione asked. Luna smiled at her and then lowered her mouth to Hermione's clit. It felt like nothing else. Like the deepest of sin and purest of pleasure all in one shattering movement. Hermione dug her fingers into Luna's hair as the sensations washed over her. It was so intense, like a volcano inside of her, threatening to explode. It built up and with a strangled cry, she came, her body convulsing in shudders.
Luna pressed kisses to her stomach as she moved back up her body to lie next to her. "All right," she murmured, brushing Hermione's sweaty hair off her forehead.
Hermione nodded, dazed. "Luna, that was – I can't describe it."
"An orgasm," Luna said helpfully. "Feel relaxed?"
"I've never felt so relaxed in my entire life. I feel like I'm floating," Hermione said, putting her hand on Luna's waist. "Thank you. I should return the favour, shouldn't I? I mean, it's only polite. And I want to," she clarified hastily. "I want to make you feel good."
Luna smiled at her. "After. Sleep now. We can do that after." Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. Within a minute she was sound asleep. Luna stroked her hair, happy that things had worked somewhat according to plan. She needed to send Prunella a fruit basket, but that could wait until morning. Right now, she wanted to enjoy sleeping with Hermione in her arms.