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“Hermione, I’m home!” Ginny Weasley called out as she walked into the modest flat she owned with her girlfriend.
Nobody answered the holler. Ginny stood up after taking off her work tennis shoes and hung up her Quidditch bag and Nimbus 2009 on their respective hooks.
She took a step into the living room and nobody was there, as was the same with the kitchen. She decided to try upstairs since Hermione was supposed to be home.
“Hermione?” Ginny repeated as she arrived at their bedroom door. She stopped and smiled at her gorgeous girlfriend who was on their bed scrolling through the newest streaming service on their TV. Ginny thought she saw her friend Harry and her brother, Ron, as well as her Hermione, as a movie cover, but it was gone so fast that she didn’t think anything more of it.
Hermione turned to look at Ginny. “Hey babe, did you call? I was watching this new movie called, Despicable Me. It was actually quite hilarious.
“And I missed it?” Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione laughed. “We can watch it together-”
“Okay, we better!” Ginny said. She took a deep breath and spotted something next to Hermione.
“Hey, what’s that bag you got next to you?” She asked. It was an ordinary plastic grocery bag, and it was completely full, a pinkish fabric poking out.
Hermione blushed. “Oh, this? Well, Luna and I went out today and stopped at this sex shop she likes. I guess they have some stuff that drives Neville crazy. Anyway, they were having a huge sale, and Luna made me try these on and then she bought them for me. She told me to tell you, ‘you’re welcome.’”
Hermione rolled her eyes. She had a few lingerie and toys from online as her stash, but these things were unlike anything she had.
“Well,” Ginny began, “let’s see you in them!” A hunger was in her eyes as soon as she saw the skimpy excuse for clothes that McHorn’s shop sold.
Hermione got up from the bed and pulled out the piece that was on top. Ginny could see that it was indeed pink, and it had a lip print, like it was kissed with a dozen lipstick stained lips. She first removed her yellow spaghetti strap tank top, a bralette underneath, which basically came off with the tank. She pulled down her daisy dukes which revealed…nothing, to Ginny’s delight.
“Yum,” she commented. Hermione’s body always drove her crazy, even with clothes on.
The brunette woman smirked. “Am I? I don’t know, Ginny.”
It is to be noted that one of the things Ginny and Hermione had in common was that they both didn’t like eating pussy. Of course they liked the feeling of being devoured and touched, but it was a no to doing the act. Nope. They had fun loving on each other and loving each other in other ways.
Hermione now had the pink lingerie on. A feature that they hadn’t noticed was that it had a bottomless crotch. Perfect.
Ginny couldn’t wait anymore. Before Hermione could adjust the straps on her shoulders, Ginny had gone to her and pushed her down on their bed, a neon green strap-on dildo already secured to her. She was a witch, obviously. And a horny one at that.
She pulled a bottle of lube from her jacket pocket. She plopped a bit on the strap-on and another bit between Hermione’s legs. Ginny felt warmth underneath the once cold lube, and she could see that Hermione’s clit was darker red from more blood pumping there than usual.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Ginny stated, and Hermione nodded. Ginny had stopped asking if it was okay a while ago, after Hermione pinched her for it. Hermione had said that if she didn’t want to do it, that she’d tell Ginny there’s no way. And Ginny wasn’t going to question her, she still had the mark on her arm to remind her.
Ginny pushed into Hermione with the nine inch dildo and Hermione groaned. Ginny loved that sound. As she moved in deeper, Hermione’s legs twitched. Ginny loved teasing Hermione, so as she pulled back and the dildo began sliding out, she deliberately paused at the opening to Hermione’s cunt, causing Hermione to jerk her bottom muscles.
“What…are…you…doi-” Hermione began with difficulty.
“Oh, nothing,” Ginny grinned with false innocence, taking the opportunity to shove that green thing back inside the warm welcome cave, all the way to the artificial hilt.
“Ugh, enough of this!” Ginny exclaimed. She pulled out again and ripped off the new lingerie Hermione was wearing. “It’s hindering my fun!” And she began fucking Hermione again.
Hermione was in ecstasy. Ginny was the absolute best lover.
I want her for the rest of my-oh mercy from the Lord above!
Ginny had just put her index finger on Hermione’s clit and started playing with it. She didn’t rub it like Pansy or Dean had done, she simply played with it. And that turned Hermione on even more. It always started out as nothing, but five seconds later it would grow into something more, without fail. Hermione didn’t know how Ginny did it. She had tried replicating it on her, but couldn’t get the hang of it.
“I think you’re getting close, huh?” Ginny said.
“Uh-huh!” Hermione confirmed. “How do you always know?”
Ginny giggled. “Because, girly, your legs start twitching like a dog or a rabbit.” She paused. “Almost there, babe. Give it to me!”
Hermione normally would have glared at such a comment, but at this point she didn’t care. Ginny slid out of her and just as she did, Hermione’s orgasm hit hard. Ginny flicked her clit one last time, earning a spasm from her lover's body.
“You are absolutely delectable,” Ginny said and licked Hermione’s warm tummy. She lay next to the exhausted woman. “I do want to apologize, though,” she added.
Hermione scrunched her brows as she grabbed Ginny’s hand, then placed their handhold on her heaving chest. “What, why are you apologizing?” She asked, appalled.
“Hermione, I’m a horrible lover,” Ginny said. “I can’t do shit.”
Hermione burst out laughing. “You are not! You’re beautiful and you play my body like a harp.” She paused. “Besides, comparing yourself to anyone else is useless because everyone enjoys different things, and when you love someone, the sex is even better! So it was and always is perfect.”
Ginny smiled. She put on a brave front, but she was privately constantly worrying about whether she was any good or not. She was a fan of romance novels and shows, and they always seemed to do it better than she could. Hearing that Hermione loved her and what she could do…that was everything.
After a moment of silence, Ginny scooted up to the pillows and lay back. “Come lay with me. I’m tired and need a nap.”
“Me too.”
“Sorry for ruining your lingerie,” Ginny chuckled.
“You’re a witch, Ginny,” Hermione pointed out.
A click of the brain later and Ginny used her wand to repair the garment. “My bad,” she said.
Hermione pulled the TV remote from under the covers and turned on Despicable Me.
“Aww, yay!” Ginny grinned. “Thanks, love.”
“No, thank you.”