AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMFG.

Gently, Hermione eased Ginny's tense legs apart, bending them so that her feet were flat on the mattress, and she had a better view of what she was going to do. She tentatively reached out a hand to stroke the glistening center and Ginny gasped aloud as contact was made. She furrowed her brow as she observed, sinking one finger into the tight entrance, grinning as Ginny moaned in response. When she made to repeat that move, another finger brushed the nub above it, and the redhead squirmed delightfully. Discovering that sweet spot, Hermione stroked it diligently -- watching as Ginny's head flipped back, moans came from her lips, hands clenched the sheets, and she writhed under her power.

Hermione bent forward to suck and kiss Ginny's excited breasts, licking the flesh just beneath them. Ginny was lost in the moment, her arms up at her head, opening and closing in rhythm. Hermione smiled at the reactions she was causing and moved her fingers from the tender spot and into the entrance once again.

She marveled at how good Ginny felt in her hand; she felt like satin – extremely soft, smooth, wet satin. But as she continued moving her finger in and out of her, she realized that Ginny was no longer moaning quite as lovely as she had previously.

She sat up and concentrated her fingers once again to the sensitive nub. When she found it, the tip of her finger made a circle, which caused Ginny to emit the best sound Hermione had heard from her. She repeated the circle, over and over again, pleased to hear the high pitched noises Ginny was making.

Hermione decided to move just a bit faster and soon, the moans sounded quicker and at an accelerating tempo, until finally Ginny lifted her hips and stayed above the bed. She shuddered as her orgasm came crashing around her. Satisfied and excited to see her success, Hermione leaned forward and crushed her mouth to the redhead eagerly. She deftly wiped her fingers of wetness and then straddled Ginny, stroking her cheek with her left hand.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing Ginny intensely. "I love you," she repeated.

Ginny sighed contently, "Wow, Hermione. Wow."

The brunette pulled back to look into hazel eyes, slightly unsure. "Did I do well?"

"Very well," she assured the older girl. "I love you too." She kissed her deeply as if to prove her point. "Your turn," she sang into her ear.

Hermione froze. "M-My…turn?" she squeaked.

"Oh yes." Smoothly, Ginny flipped the other girl so that she was dominant. Naked and dominant. "Tsk tsk…This won't do at all," she intoned. She swiftly pulled the sweater vest off the girl beneath her and started to undo buttons. As new flesh was revealed with each button, she kissed the spots sweetly.

"What are the odds," she started inquisitively, "That you would be wearing a bra that clasped in the front?" Ginny grinned widely.

Hermione blushed. "One to three," she murmured. "I only own four bras."

"Well that makes today a lucky one," she smirked, and Hermione's cheeks were blazing. "May I?" she asked softly.

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. Ginny undid the clasp and beautiful mounds of flesh were released. Ginny lowered her head and licked a circle around one nipple and Hermione's breath quickened.

Tender loving care was equally distributed to each breast, and lips continued up to the throat, waiting for its turn. Hermione exhaled loudly as she felt warms lips suck on and lick her skin.

Ginny trailed her hand down over Hermione's breasts, across her stomach, and inched toward the top of the skirt. As she made to tug the skirt down, Hermione stopped her. "No, Ginny," she said kindly.

Ginny was startled. "What? Why? Don't you think it's a tad unfair that I'm completely nude while you're still covered in clothes?" she teased.

"Well yes," she admitted. "But I'm not ready for you to see me…fully. No one has seen me absolutely naked since I was ten."

"What? Really? Huh." Ginny stated matter-of-factly, "I guess I've just kind of gotten used to changing in front of each other for sports. It doesn't even faze me anymore."

"Yes, well…I'm not. I'm very private about it. Even when I lived with the other girls in the dormitory," she replied defensively.

The redhead smiled. "But, Hermione you're beautiful. You are utterly gorgeous and I can only imagine how you look beneath these clothes. Can't I stop imagining?"

Hermione looked uncertain, but shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, Gin. I just don't think I'm ready."

Ginny nodded and leaned forward and kissed her instead. They continued where they left off, and Hermione even turned over so that she was now on top. Her breasts hung in Ginny's face, where she lifted her head and willingly kissed them. Hermione started to moan, which encouraged Ginny further.

While her mouth was keeping Hermione occupied, the younger girl placed her hands on the hips sitting on top of her. Carefully, she wrapped her fingers on either side of the other girl's thighs, and gently applied pressure with her thumbs. Through the fabric of the skirt, Ginny pressed into Hermione's pelvis and slowly moved her thumbs back and forth. Hermione's breath hitched and sped up, and Ginny increased the pressure.

Eventually, Ginny had moved her thumbs far enough that they were just over her front. Gradually, she nudged her thumbs beneath the hem of skirt and touched warm, soft skin and panties. Hermione readily leaned forward buried her face into the sixth year's neck. Ginny continued and took a deep breath as she moved her fingers under the fabric.

Immediately, she felt luscious wetness and very soft flesh. As she progressed, she felt Hermione shift her weight so that Ginny had easier access, and she pushed aside the offending underwear. Hermione gasped when Ginny found her cache, and earnestly pushed her fingers through the folds.

She steadily stirred and pumped her fingers into the slick center, concentrating on the movements that made Hermione release delicious moans. As she found herself close, Hermione instinctively started thrusting towards those divine fingers, riding them as the pleasurable waves took over.

As Hermione relaxed, Ginny sucked the wetness dripping from her fingers. "How do I taste?" Hermione asked, embarrassed.

"Mmmm…sweet and tangy. Delicious," she replied. Hermione leaned in for a kiss and it was Ginny's turn to stop her. "No, Hermione. You don't have too…"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "But I'd like to. I'm curious now." She wore an interested expression as she kissed Ginny, and they kissed for a lengthy time. When she pulled back, her forehead was wrinkled in confusion. "I can't even taste anything."

Ginny laughed, "Really? Oh well."

Hermione sighed and laid on top on Ginny. "Wow…I've never felt anything like that before. I can't believe I've lived ignorant for so long."

Ginny chuckled. "Neither can I." Hermione then laughed too and then they kissed fervently. They sighed the big sigh of satisfaction, pleased with the day's work. "I would never have thought the day would have turned out like this."

"I know what you mean. I came up here because I forgot a book I need…Harry! Oh, bowtruckles! I was supposed to run up and grab the book to continue studying for N.E.W.T.S.! Ugh…he must be confused as to what I've been up to…"

"Don't worry, 'Mione," Ginny smiled, receiving the reaction she wanted from using the nickname. "Harry is a very smart boy. I'm sure he's got some sort of idea of what's holding you…or who's holding you."

Hermione calmed slightly. "I suppose, you're right," and she nuzzled the freckled neck.

Ginny gasped dramatically, "I'm right? What a concept! Utterly unexpected, I can tell you."

"You're such a riot, aren't you?" Squeals and shrieks erupted as the brunette started another tickle war.

A/N: Look who's back!! Ahem…I'm afraid I have no real excuses for this delay, so instead of writing an extra novel down here I'm just gonna tell you to REVIEW. Go do it. Now. Kthxbai!