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Hermione lay wide-awake in her bed. This was the third night in a row she couldn't fall asleep. She had come to the Burrow to spend the rest of her summer vacation in the presence of her friends but was becoming more agitated each day she couldn't sleep. Because of her nighttime restlessness, she had been falling asleep in odd places for a few moments during the day. She once went to the restroom and fell asleep right on the toilet.

Hermione always heard the girls at Hogwarts talk about the ways in which they fall asleep. There were enchantments, of course, but she wasn't in school so breaking the rules was out of the question. There were muggle sleeping pills, but she somehow felt that those wouldn't be very abundant in a wizarding household. There was one last option that doesn't always work but seemed to be the favorite amongst Hogwarts girls. Hermione was quite familiar with the rub-it-out method, but she felt a bit uncomfortable doing so in the presence of a sleeping friend. Ginny was sleeping on the bed next to hers, sound asleep. Her deep breathing and rise and fall of her chest slightly turned Hermione on. She immediately shook the thought out of her mind. She didn't feel that way about the same sex and she was in love with Ron. Still, she needed some imagery to get her going. She still didn't feel right about masturbating while her friend was there but she was desperate to go to sleep.

Silently, she slid her hand under the blankets. She lifted the bottom of her short pink silk gown. Looking over to her side, she saw that Ginny was still sound asleep. This made her feel slightly better about it. She moved her hand carefully underneath the elastic on her white cotton panties while holding her breath. She made it soundlessly and continued to snake her hand down until she hit the crown jewel.

She let out a deep breath and circled her fingers around her clit, gently massaging her folds. She closed her eyes and continued to fondle herself, her breathing becoming heavier by the minute. Occasionally, she would dip her fingers into her wet slit and moisten her clit with her juices. She could feel her nipples harden and press against the coldness of her silk gown. She used her free hand to massage her nipple through the cloth, sending shockwaves to her middle. She began to massage her clit faster as she was nearing her end. Her breathing became frantic and to muffle the sound she held her breath. Before she could reach her end, however, Ginny moved. Hermione stopped immediately while the silence around her pressed against her ears. She didn't realize just how much noise she had been making, despite her efforts to be quiet. Her eyes remained wide open. She stared at the ceiling, her hand still in her moist pussy. Slowly, she began to remove her hand, but the elastic around her panties snapped. Hermione closed her eyes in annoyance. She was so close. Couldn't something go right for a change?

"Mione?" uttered Ginny through the dark silence.

Hermione froze. Had Ginny heard everything? She didn't sound very sleepy. Hermione laid frozen in silence trying to determine whether she should say anything.

"Mione?" Ginny said again.

"Hmmmm," said Hermione, pretending to sound groggy as though she had just been awoken.

"I can't sleep."

Hermione heard the covers from the bed next to her slide off and feet meet the floor. She closed her eyes hoping Ginny wouldn't catch her, panties wet, fingers soiled.

"I just couldn't sleep, could you?" Ginny said, from very close by.

"Mmmm no, no, I couldn't," said Hermione, still trying to sound half asleep.

"Were you having a nightmare? You were breathing rather quickly," said Ginny tenderly.

Hermione felt the edge of her bed sink under Ginny's weigh as she sat down.

"N-n-no," said Hermione. Why didn't she say yes?

"Well, then, what was it?"

Hermione could smell Ginny's flowery scent. Ginny edged closer to her. Hermione, using her elbows, sat up in her bed, meeting Ginny face to face.

"Sorry," said Hermione awkwardly, pressing herself against the headboard, "didn't realize you were so close."

"No," said Ginny as she looked toward her bed.

"So, er- what was keeping you up," said Hermione, trying to keep the conversation going.

"My mind was running rampant. It always does. Especially when you're here."

"Sorry?"

"You know-" said Ginny and without any notice at all she swiftly moved her face forward and placed her lips on Hermione's. Hermione kissed back, not thinking about what it was exactly she was doing. Ginny moved even closer, thighs touching thighs. Ginny moved her hands toward Hermione's face to kiss her more deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance in each other's mouths.

Hermione pulled away.

"What is it?" asked Ginny.

"We shouldn't," said Hermione, looking away.

Ginny lifted Hermione's chin to look deep in her eyes.

"Shhhh, it'll be okay," she whispered and smiled and placed a tender and gentle kiss on her lips. Hermione whimpered, lips trembling, yearning for more.

Ginny surreptitiously placed her hand on Hermione's bare thigh, eliciting goosebumps from it. Hermione flinched slightly at the soft touch. Ginny moved her hand slowly toward Hermione's center. Hermione, without really realizing what she was doing, began to slowly open her legs.

The girls continued their passionate kissing each moaning for more.

"Don't you think we'll wake someone up?" Hermione said, fearfully. She'd hate for Ron to walk in on her during this extremely sensual moment.

"No, this house is more sound proof than you'd think," said Ginny, who hungrily went back to work on sucking Hermione's lips while also massaging small circles in her thighs, very close to he core.

Hermione took her word for it and moved herself forward, wrapping her arms around Ginny, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and tugged it off. Ginny's breasts glowed in the moonlight; her nipples were just as perky and hard as Hermione's.

Ginny's fingers brushed over Hermione's wet panties ever so lightly, causing Hermione to clench her lower portion.

"Ohhh," she gasped, not very familiar with another's touch. She and Ron only fooled around once, as she can recall.

"Wet, I see. I knew you were fingering yourself! How dare you not invite me," Ginny said playfully. She nibbled on Hermione's lower lip, causing her to whimper once more.

While Ginny was at work rubbing her thighs, Hermione reached for Ginny's breasts. She took them in her hands and looked at their beauty.

Ginny laughed. "What? What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing, they're just absolutely beautiful." Hermione could see Ginny flush.

Hermione took a nipple into her mouth, figuring that that was the right thing to do. Ginny moaned in pleasure. Taking this as a good sign, Hermione continued, using her wet tongue to flick Ginny's nipple. She fluctuated between the both of them using her hands to knead her cleavage. Hermione's core was getting desperate for action. Between being sensually massaged exceptionally close to her folds and sucking Ginny's nipples, her core was throbbing like it had never throbbed before. Soon, she found herself lightly thrusting toward Ginny's hand, eager for it to penetrate her.

Ginny took this time to find Hermione's breasts, whose nipples were so hard now that they were pushing far out of her silk nightgown. Ginny used her fingers to brush against them, Hermione whimpering yet again.

"I'm so hot," Hermione whined, wanting to get attention to her clit.

"We'll get there, darling," said Ginny, who in one swift motion pulled off Hermione's gown, revealing her breasts. Her areolas were much darker than the very pink Ginny's, but nonetheless beautiful. Ginny appeared to have pure lust in her eyes as she hungrily moved forward and kissed and stroked Hermione's breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," moaned Hermione, moving her head back to revel in the pleasure now being done to her. Her core was throbbing even harder, if it was possible. She moved toward Ginny once more and this time reached for her panties.

Without haste, and without removing her attention from Hermione's succulent breasts, Ginny lifted her bottom, allowing Hermione to remove her obviously wet underwear.

Hermione took charge, immediately moving her hand to Ginny's sweet vulva. Hermione found her clit, but moved instead to her outer folds, using one, two fingers to trace around the outside of her clit.

"Have you ever pleasured another girl before?" asked Ginny, whose voice had become very husky.

"No, unless you count myself," said Hermione. She blushed at her truthful admission, but Ginny just smiled tenderly.

"Then let me first. I know you're a very fast learner," Ginny said.

Hermione withdrew her hand. Ginny took it in her mouth and sucked her own juices off Hermione's fingers.

"How do you taste?" Hermione asked, sounding foolish.

"You'll soon find out," said Ginny. "But I want to taste you first."

Ginny gently lead Hermione to lie while pulling her cotton panties off where they joined Ginny's on the wood floor. Before moving south, Ginny planted a very wet and foreign, but nonetheless delicious, tasting kiss on her mouth.

Ginny continued her kissing moving from Hermione's lips to her cheek, to her ear. She moved down to her neck, her collarbone, her breast. Here, Ginny whipped out her tongue, swirled it around her nipple and then trailed it to her other nipple. She kissed, sucked, and licked down her stomach, around her belly button. She kissed the top of her beautiful pussy, hairy but trimmed. Hermione clenched herself at the attention. She thought she would explode with all the tension below.

Ginny made her way to the beginning of Hermione's slit. She flicked her tongue across her clit, eliciting a very load moan from Hermione. Hermione arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, trying to connect her throbbing clit to Ginny's hot mouth. Ginny smiled and went down on her. Hermione almost couldn't handle it. She grabbed the blanket and moaned in ecstasy. She then put her hand on the top of Ginny's head, hoping to keep her head on the spot that so craved the attention it was finally getting.

Swirling her tongue around and around, Ginny continued by placing two fingers into Hermione's extremely wet opening. She pushed deeper and deeper, feeling Hermione's tightness.

"You're a virgin, huh?" asked Ginny.

Hermione was breathing too fast to answer so she just franticly shook her head yes. Ginny decided not to go too far, protecting Hermione's precious hymen for future penetration. She slid her fingers in and out spreading them out then putting them back together. She kissed and sucked on Hermione's clit while Hermione squirmed and moaned and gasped and shuddered in pleasure. Hermione could feel an intense pressure building in her lower abdomen. Ginny continued, sucking harder, using her tongue to apply extra pressure, moving her fingers in and out with ever increasing speed. Before Hermione's climax, Ginny removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, eager to taste Hermione's fluids.

This sudden change caused Hermione to scream out in pleasure, her vagina clenching around Ginny's tongue, her bottom shaking violently, and what seemed like stars flashing before her eyes. Ginny used her arms to anchor Hermione and herself in place while going through that powerful orgasm. She licked up the mess, and looked at Hermione, who crashed back into her pillow, chest heaving.

"Well, how was I?" Ginny asked.

"Better than I have ever experienced," said Hermione. Her eyes began to droop.

"Better get some shut eye, you seem exhausted," said Ginny, who winked and stood up.

"What about you?" Hermione asked. She thought it would be extremely rude not to return the favor. She figured Ginny would want the same action.

"There's always tomorrow night," Ginny said. She tossed Hermione her nightgown and panties while re-clothing herself.

She hopped back into bed.

Hermione dressed herself, covered herself in blankets, and turned toward the blank wall. Before she fell asleep, she could hear Ginny silently pleasuring herself.

Hermione fell asleep with a smile on her face, intending to pleasure Ginny intensely tomorrow night.