Title: Nocturne
Author: shell
Email: m_shell@cats.ucsc.edu
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Spoilers: None really.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns these lovely characters--I'm only borrowing
them and trying to show them a good time. No money is being made from this story...
it's all for fun.
Archive: Ask nicely. :-)
Warnings: There is sex. And it's pretty explicit. However, I'm envisioning
them both as older than in Goblet of Fire...at *least* 15 or 16.
Note: All feedback is welcomed. Please tell me what you thought!
Summary: Hermione awakens to the sound of someone weeping, and can't help
but investigate...
Nocturne
-Hermione sat bolt upright in her bed, breathing hard and eyes wide open.
For a moment she sat there, blinking and trying to get her bearings. All
around her seemed peaceful and quiet. Her roommates slept quietly;
moonlight seeped into the bedchamber and pooled beneath the window and
silvered the curtains of her bed. Why had she awakened? Although she was
prone to panic attacks around tests, there were none for months; she
couldn't remember having a bad dream; and all seemed disconcertingly
silent. Except-Hermione paused. She could hear something-a soft sniffling
sound. Someone was crying. Hermione sighed. She simply couldn't go back to
sleep now until she found out who was crying. She recalled all too well
what it was like to awaken, alone and terrified or sad. It had happened to
her all her life, and especially since coming to Hogwarts.
Hermione rummaged under her pillow to find her wand and muttered a spell to
muffle her movements before slipping quietly from her bed. Another murmured
charm indicated the direction of the weeper. As silently as possible, she
followed the direction of the wand into another of the bedchambers in the
Gryffindor girls' dormitory. Standing in the doorway, she frowned. This
was…Ginny Weasley's room! Another sniffle clinched it. The weeper was
Ginny. Hermione quietly entered the room and, pitching her voice softly,
called, "Ginny? It's me, Hermione…" The sniffles stopped. Then a soft,
tear-ragged voice responded, "Hermione? Why…?" Hermione pulled aside the
curtains to expose a huddled Ginny, clutching her knees in the midst of her
big canopy bed. In the pale moonlight, her red curls were dark as wine, her
blotched and freckled face bleached. Hermione whispered, "I woke up and
then I heard you." "Sorry…"Ginny trailed off, looking away. Hermione
reached over and touched her arm. "It's okay," she said comfortingly. "I
used to wake up all the time too…" Ginny smiled, tremulously but
gratefully. On impulse, Hermione offered, "Want me to stay? I can do a
Quieting Charm and we can talk for a little if you like." Ginny nodded
twice. Hermione briskly performed the spell and then slid into bed beside
her, under the white sheets. "So, did you have a bad dream?" she asked the
younger girl.
To Hermione's surprise, the younger girl blushed redly. "Not exactly," she
said. "It was a nice dream…I was just sorry to wake up from it." All the
while, Ginny had been avoiding looking into Hermione's eyes, but as she
finished she looked up and met Hermione's gaze. To the older girl's
surprise, she felt a shock run through her. Perhaps it was startlement at
Ginny's boldness…what else could it be? Hermione asked herself. Even as
this thought passed through her head, she noticed that the younger girl was
trembling. Instinctively, she held out her arm and Ginny snuggled into it.
When Hermione scooted back against the pillows, the two ended up in a
comfortably cozy position with Hermione on her back and Ginny pillowed
against one shoulder, face in the crook of Hermione's neck. "So…"Hermione
finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity, "what were you dreaming
of?" Ginny paused, and Hermione could practically feel the warmth as the
smaller girl blushed again. "It was a dream about…about a girl," Ginny
finally responded. "And…?"Hermione prompted.
"Andwewerenakedtogetherandtouchingeachotherall over," Ginny said in a rush.
She quickly buried her face in Hermione's neck. "You did ask!" she reminded
Hermione in an embarrassed squeak. Hermione, however, was still trying to
process the information. "Do you…do you usually like girls that way?" she
asked Ginny. "You don't, do…?" She was cut off by a small nod from Ginny.
"Oh," Hermione said, feeling rather silly. Unable to stop herself, she
asked quickly, "Have you ever done…you know…?" Ginny nodded again. "Um…was
it nice? What was it like?" Ginny was silent a moment longer. Then, just
when Hermione was wondering if the younger girl was going to respond, if
she shouldn't have asked, Ginny raised herself up on her arms, said softly
"like this", and propelled herself onto Hermione.
As their lips met, Hermione felt a momentary sense of startlement, of
wondering what in the world she was getting herself into, before she was
lost in the warm, wet sensation. Ginny swirled her mouth around lightly
before pressing more firmly, and teasing at Hermione's lips with her
tongue. She could hear Ginny's breathing, fast and panicked, but Ginny was
pressing down on top of her, melding their mouths into a tactile heaven of
wet softness, and Ginny's legs were on either side of hers…Hermione could
hardly bring herself to it, but by sheer force of will she pulled her mouth
away. Ginny's breathing was even more audible, and she was staring at
Hermione wide eyed. Hermione summoned her force of will and carefully said,
"It's okay, you don't have to panic. I want it too." Suddenly there were
tears glistening on Ginny's face and she buried her face in Hermione's
neck, whispering, "I never thought, you're so smart and Ron's friend and I
never thought you might like me, not really…"
Hermione raised Ginny's face up with a gentle hand and slowly, softly,
began to kiss the tears away. The motion of their two bodies became
undulating, then firm and rhythmic, and then the kisses were deeper and
deeper and more intoxicating than wine, it was like being drunk on roses.
Hermione tangled her hands in Ginny's hair and held on, and thought that
this was the most incredible thing, to be drowning in sensation. The fabric
of their cotton nightgowns was bunching up between them, and Ginny pulled
away, sitting up, to try and pull her gown off. Hermione helped, then
impatiently yanked her own off. Ginny lay down atop Hermione again-
And whatever the feeling of the two cotton-swathed bodies rubbing together
had been, it was nothing to what the sensation of two naked bodies up
against each other. Both girls gasped. Hermione, dizzied, realized that she
could feel pebble-hard nipples brushing against her. She brought a hand up
between their bodies to cup one breast, and Ginny arched back to let her,
moaning. Then Ginny leaned down and Hermione felt that mouth on her own
breasts, and thought she might die from the overwhelming sensations. The
soft inviting mouth moved up to her neck, marking it, then teasingly back
down to her breasts. The soft red curls tickled gently, only increasing the
tactile sensitivity of Hermione's skin. Ginny's mouth migrated downward,
tracing a curly path along the soft curves of belly, and landing a kiss
just above the springy mound of hair below. Ginny's hand slipped along the
inside of Hermione's thigh, and suddenly Hermione found herself sitting up,
saying, "wait, are you sure you want…" Ginny, kneeling between Hermione's
legs, looked imploringly towards Hermione, murmuring. "Please, I want to,
let me please you…" And Hermione lay back down obediently and abandoned
herself to Ginny's ministrations. She could feel one of Ginny's hands still
stroking her things, encouraging them to spread wider, and the other
delicately running down the parting of her outer lips, spreading them too.
Hermione felt all of herself exposed, turned inside out, and she felt like
the petals of an orchid. Then…warm breath, and the unimaginably divine
wetness of tonguing inside her inner lips and around the bud of flesh above
them. It felt like the new wings of a butterfly unfolding…an unknown
pleasure on the brink of discovery. And then all was lapping, like waves on
a shore, and the waves were carrying her higher and higher until she could
not but crash, panting, on a new minted shore. After a moment, Ginny
slipped up and into her arms, and the feeling of Ginny's thigh between her
legs, pressing against her sensitive tissues, was exquisite torture.
Hermione murmured in Ginny's ear, "that was unbelievable," and Ginny
squeezed her hard, and by that same curious alchemy the squeeze transmuted
into more rocking and pressing, and to Hermione's delight Ginny was moaning
and writhing, and Hermione slipped a hand between Ginny's legs from behind
and stroked her, and Ginny almost screamed as she reached her own paroxysm
of ecstasy.
The two lay exquisitely still for a moment, Ginny's head pillowed on
Hermione's breast. Then, to her dismay, Hermione felt a telltale wetness
beneath Ginny's face…the wetness of silent tears. "Ginny! What's wrong?"
she entreated the redhead. "Oh God, did I do something wrong? I never
should have let this happen…" Ginny shook her head violently. "No, no!" she
protested softly, in a tear choked voice. "It's just that…that no-one I was
with before ever wanted to stay with me afterwards…" Hermione was
horrified. "D'you want to talk about it?" she asked, trying to maintain a
steady voice. Ginny nodded, and took a shuddering sigh. "The other girls I
was with…" she began, "never wanted to touch me back. They were happy to
let me touch them, and when they were satisfied, to get dressed and leave
me. And I was the one with the unnatural desires, not them…" She fell
silent. Hermione counted ten in order to keep from threatening death to the
other girls that had dared to treat Ginny like that, which she suspected
wouldn't be the most helpful thing she could do. "I swear I'll never treat
you like that," she said earnestly. "I'll be happy and proud to acknowledge
in front of everyone that you're my girlfriend…if you want to be that is,"
she added. In response, Ginny launched herself at Hermione again, covering
her face with kisses. "I do!" she exclaimed fervently.
The two lay together, softly stroking each other, full of drowsy
contentment. Finally, Hermione sighed and murmured, "I suppose I should go,
unless you want to scandalize your roommates…" Ginny grabbed the other
girl's arm and held on tight. "Please don't go!" she pleaded. "In the
morning we can tell them that you came in to comfort me because I had a bad
dream…" Hermione hesitated. Then she remembered the sound of Ginny's voice
as it had sounded as she said, "No-one I was with before ever wanted to
stay with me afterwards…" It was the last thing she wanted to do, to let
Ginny think she was like the others. She could not bear to cause the
younger girl that kind of pain. She rolled over and kissed Ginny's cheek.
"All right, I'll stay," she whispered. "It's almost true anyway…" Ginny
giggled, and cuddled up against Hermione, and the two girls fell into a
dreamless and peaceful sleep.
