Characters: Sam Capper and Ginny Weasley Setting: Backdated LIKE WOAH to immediately after the Animagus Session on the 13th Summary: Giddy after her successful transformation, Sam rushes to share the good news with Ginny Rating: R/Fade to black ending
Sam hung about the Room with Aud, choosing to chat excitedly about what had happened and allow the rest of their group to exit first, making sure they were staggered. By the time she left she was still just as excited as she had been the moment she'd stared in the mirror at her furry self. All she could think about was getting back to the dorm and sharing her news with Ginny. She could just imagine the look on her face when she transformed for her!
She practically ran all the way back to the Tower and shoved her way through the common room, pointedly ignoring a few indignant yelps. "Ginny!" she practically shouted, letting the door swing shut behind her as she finally launched herself into their room. Her girlfriend was sitting on her bed when Sam tackled her. "I did it!" She squealed in the other girl's ear as she wrapped her arms around her. "I changed!"
Letting out a yelp, Ginny fell back onto the bed, her journal flying out of her hands. She knew Sam had gone to some meeting, with the others who'd been working with McGonagall and while she knew that was important and was proud that Sam had been chosen, it didn't help that she was bored and her girlfriend wasn't around to entertain her.
She didn't even register the other girl shoving her way into the dorm until she was pounced, and she looked up at Sam sprawled on top of her, matching the other girl's grin. "Did it?" she repeated, smiling, although she didn't know why. "Did what?"
"I changed, Gin!" She said again, stressing the word as though that would make it all make sense. She gave her girlfriend another squeeze before hopping off and settling, as best she could when so wound up, beside her on the bed. "All the way. I did it!"
"You - " Pushing herself back into a sitting position, Ginny stopped talking and moving, midway off the bed, suddenly realising what Sam meant and froze, gaping at her. "... changed?"
Trying to hold down a grin that was threatening to break her face into something reasonably acceptable, Sam nodded, popping up onto her knees. "Tail, ears, paws," she assured her, "I actually did it." It was still almost unbelievable to her.
Pushing herself up, Ginny stared across the bed for a long moment before she broke into a grin. "Oh, baby!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Sam and squeezing her. "I'm so proud of you!" She sat back, folding her legs under her. "Did it hurt? What did you look like?" Although she'd never admit it to Sam, she was a little jealous that she hadn't been chosen for this group, even though she knew, or at least hoped, it wasn't because McGonagall thought she was any less of a student or less devoted to the cause, but because she had more on her plate. Still, though, knowing that Sam had this ability... She inwardly shook her head and shoved her jealousy down, it wasn't the time for that now, or ever, for that matter.
"I was adorable!" Sam laughed, giddy from the excitement high. "I was a weasel," she explained, "I thought I looked like me though, but also a weasel." She paused, not sure if that would make sense to anyone but her. Too ready to show Ginny, Sam hopped off the bed, taking a step back to give herself unnecessary room. Putting her mind back into the same place it had been earlier that day wasn't very hard, not with the abundance of confidence she had at the moment.
She concentrated, closed her eyes and tried the change for the second time that afternoon. It was just as before, she could feel the same harsh contortion of her muscle and bone but it felt smoother this time, as if now that the parts knew their job the friction was gone. Or, she thought later, it was the pain potion. When she opened her eyes it was to be nose to nose with Ginny's shoe, once again successfully a weasel. Elated, just as she had been back in the Room, Sam scurried back and reared onto her hind legs, looking up at her girlfriend with a grin.
"You're always adorable," Ginny laughed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Sam's lips. Sam was too quick, however, and she jumped off the bed. Before Ginny could complain, there was an odd sort of swirly blur and in the place of her girlfriend was a weasel.
Ginny gaped for a moment before sliding off the bed and onto her knees in front of the weasel. "Holy shit!" She gasped, reaching out to pet her girlfriend and feeling quite surreal.
Sam gave a shiver of pleasure at the touch and from amusement at her girlfriend's reaction. She pressed up against her hand before climbing her legs and pressing her face close to the other girl's, tickling her with her whiskers.
Almost unable to believe what she was seeing, Ginny frowned when Sam pulled back from her touch, the frown quickly turning into a wide grin as the other girl clambered up her. She giggled, stroking her finger along the top of Sam's head and behind her little ears.
Amazed that she was not only an animal but climbing all over her girlfriend, she wiggled her nose a couple times and darted north, curling around the red head's neck and nuzzled her cheek.
Fluttering her eyes closed, Ginny couldn't help the smile that curved her lips at the feel of Sam nuzzling against her. Stroking Sam's fur, Ginny turned her head slightly and pressed a kiss to the tip of Sam's tiny nose. "You're adorable," she murmured, wondering if Sam was able to understand her in this form.
Sam wriggled her nose again but opened her mouth in what translated for a smile in that form. She hopped off Ginny's shoulder and bolted under the bed, coming out the other side and circling around. Her feet skidded to a halt when she came up level with Ginny and she gave a shiver and a hop, bouncing in a different direction each time her paws reconnected with the ground and eventually she rolled over to her back and twisted a few times. She was sure this energy and agility wouldn't get tiresome anytime soon.
Hearing Ginny's laughter she flipped over off her back, landed on her paws the right way and darted toward the trunk at the end of her bed in one smooth motion. She lept up, landing on the trunk and promptly bounded onto the bed and padded up to the edge. Face to face with Ginny, who was still on the floor, Sam leaned forward, sniffing toward her and stretching as far as she could. Not used to her limitations yet, Sam overstretched and tumbled onto the floor, twisting to right herself the moment she hit. She rolled until she was laying flat in front of Ginny on her back, breathing heavily.
When Sam moved away, Ginny twisted to see where she'd gone, breaking into laughter when she reappeared. Sam's new form was so adorable it actually hurt, and her bouncy antics didn't help in the slightest. Instinctively reaching towards her when she tumbled off the bed, Ginny's smile was back in a moment, when Sam ended up on her back. Unable to help herself, she reached out and skritched Sam's fuzzy tummy, grinning widely. It was still hard to believe that this was her girlfriend and Ginny couldn't stop smiling as she stroked her fingers along the soft white fur covering Sam's stomach.
Sam rolled on her back slightly, limbs twitching at the pleasent sensation of Ginny's petting. After a moment she rolled over and scurried back far enough to change back. Just like shifting to a weasel felt easier this time than it had in the Room changing back was smoother and already felt more routine. After a moment of twisting she opened her eyes and grinned widely at Ginny, waiting for her to speak. "Told you."
Popping onto her knees, Ginny tackled Sam as soon as she had fully changed. "Baby, you're amazing!" She grinned and kissed Sam deeply before moving to pull back. "I'm so proud of you!"
Tackled, Sam steadied herself by embracing Ginny. When the girl started to pull away Sam happily pulled her back for another deep kiss. After a few moments she was satisfied, temporarily, and let go, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, it's amazing...and I can't believe I actually did it but..." Sam hesitated and bit her lip slightly, not sure if it was silly to share her trepidations now. "I guess....I wish I knew What Now?" She was sure McGonagall had something in mind other than a new way to amuse her girlfriend. And she knew the ability to change would help somehow, it was just that now she could do it she was just ready for something more tangible.
"Have you told McGonagall that you changed? Was she there with you lot?" Ginny pushed herself up and clambered onto the bed behind Sam, draping her arms around the other girl and resting her head on her shoulder.
"No," Sam shook her head and raised a hand to hold onto Ginny's arm. "We've been on our own for a bit. Since I asked about the Room." She'd practised with Aud or Seamus or the others a few times but mostly, since McGonagall had ended their group lessons, she'd struggled on her own. "I hadn't even thought of letting her know..." she added, shocked that the idea hadn't occurred to her.
Even though it made her feel special that Sam had come running to her first, Ginny nudged her gently, not releasing her hold on her girlfriend. "She must've had some reason for teaching you this. Some plan or something. You should go tell her." Ducking her head, she pressed lazy kisses along Sam's neck. "In a bit, of course."
Sam's smile grew and she squeezed Ginny's arm, loving the way it felt anytime the other girl was close. "Can't imagine what she could have planned," she mused, tilting her neck to offer up more skin. What master plan could call for a dormouse and bear and fox and weasel and boar among others was beyond her. "It can wait," she whispered, shutting her eyes as she fell for the wonderful sensation of Ginny's kisses, sinking back against her.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, smiling against Sam's skin and kissing up towards her jaw. "I mean, it's got to be important." She paused, her lips against her ear. "I can entertain myself for a bit."
"Mmhmm," Sam whimpered, gripping Ginny's arm more tightly. "I can entertain you for a bit too though."
Loving the sounds Sam was making, Ginny sucked gently at her earlobe before moving her kisses along the other girl's jaw. "I think if it was you doing the entertaining, it'd be for more than a bit, baby."
"What's wrong with that?" Sam managed after a moment, her voice low and husky.
"Mmm," Ginny hummed against Sam's skin, trailing her fingers up the other side of her head and gently moving her so she could capture her lips. "Not a damn thing, Sammy." The kiss was brief, teasing, and Ginny pulled away, moving back down Sam's neck. "Have I told you how proud of you I am?"
Sam mewed softly, pouting when the kiss ended too soon for her liking. "You mentioned it," she struggled to say, shifting in place to keep from tackling the redhead. "I like that." She was always proud of Ginny, her Ginny who had never been afraid to do or say what she wanted and had done so much. She'd fought Death Eaters in the Ministry before! It was more than a little exciting for her that she could do something to make her proud.
"I'm proud of you," Ginny continued, moving her hand down Sam's shoulder and ghosting it across her chest. "So fucking proud, baby." She wanted Sam to move, wanted to straddle her and fuck her until she screamed, but despite herself, she continued her slow, languid path along Sam's neck. "I wish I could tell everyone."
"Mmm," Sam whimpered again, arching toward Ginny's hand before she gave into her desperate urges. She let out a frustrated squeak and twisting on the spot and attempting to tackle her girlfriend to the bed, though it turned into more of falling to the bed and taking her down with her. She pressed their lips together firmly and writhed against her, fingers twisting into her hair as she did.
Ginny let out a little yelp as Sam toppled them onto the bed, the sound cut off by the pressure of her lips. She arched up against her girlfriend, snaking her fingers through Sam's curls. "Is that all it takes to turn you on?" she grinned and tugged Sam down for another kiss. "Telling you I'm proud of you?"
"The kisses didn't hurt," Sam countered, barely moving her lips away from the other girl's as she spoke. "Merlin," she hissed, nipping at Ginny's lips, "Your tongue is amazing, the things it can do."
Fluttering her eyes shut, Ginny didn't bother to bite back the moan. "You're, uh, not bad yourself," she breathed, grinning after a moment and sliding her hands up Sam's back, tugging her shirt up. "Tell me what else you like about me."
"Everything," Sam snerked, shifting as each little sound Ginny made made her pussy wetter and wetter. "I love your hands, your fingers, your mouth," she finished Ginny's task for her, tugging off her shirt and chucking it aside before she twitched the curtains shut and laid down on top of Ginny. "I love the sounds you make," she whispered, nipping at her neck.
Arching her back, Ginny was torn between unbuttoning her shirt and moving to touch Sam. She compromised by tugging at the buttons and raising her head, pressing kisses along the edge of Sam's bra. "What else do you like?" She asked, wriggling under Sam to get her shirt off.
"I like your skin," Sam grinned, running her hands over the skin as Ginny exposed it. "Aaaaand the faces you make. And the way you taste. Fuck, Gin, I love everything," she enthused, grinding down against her.
Not bothering to hide her moan, Ginny wriggled her shirt off and tossed it aside. "I love you," she murmured, wrapping her arms around Sam to unclasp her bra. "Merlin, I love you so much, Sammy." Succeeding at her task, Ginny flung Sam's bra to the side and moved her hands around to roughly palm her girlfriend's breasts.
"That," Sam sighed, dropping her head back as she grinned. "I love that too."