A Cytherea Game of Hide and Seek (or how Hermione got Ginny)

A Cytherea game of hide-and-seek

And how Hermione got Ginny

[size=12]”You do remember what you are looking for, I’m sure?” Hermione confidently asked.
“Yes, vividly. Not that the description was vague at all and I don’t really know what the living garden gnome you’re meaning by it, but sure, I remember: †˜a mark, inscription of a spell, found in this room is the lead to find you very own chest of treasure.’” Ginny recited, a little annoyed.
“Yes, perfect score! Good girl!”
The two girls were in the room of requirement, built in taste of Hermione’s mind (a lot of bookcases stood in row, in the room now 8 * 18 metres big, copying the looks of a library, but more cosy, and for the sake of sport, much messier), playing a game of hide and seek first encouraged by Luna during their school years. The three women had all found themselves substituting for a couple of months while the regular staff was on a grand meeting to ensure the growth of magic schools all over Europe after the fall of all and one dark lord(†˜s).
As all three surprisingly being back to the loved school after only eight years, habits used then snuck back in to their daily life, and so; the game of hide and seek they had played as teenagers was now back in shape as young adults. Today only two of the witches were present though, as the scrawny blonde was forced to deal with a girl (with a rather big build, and heavy black hair) who had tried to smuggle in a dragon’s egg into the school. Sad it may be, this fitted Hermione’s plan for the evening perfectly.
“So, do you need a clue?” Hermione asked, in response to a much annoyed grunt of Ginny.
“That just depends on the nature of the clue; I don’t want any more of your riddle crap.” She looked at Hermione. “But if it’s usable, then sure”
She thought for a second. “What do you want for it?”
“Didn’t you agree to stop swearing, now that you are in a need to be… respectable? Wasn’t that the headmistress biggest concern, as you said?” Hermione said in light of the much appreciated (by Hermione and Luna, at least) speech the headmistress had given Ginny not long before her classes had started, regarding the highly colourful way Ginny usual spoke.
“Oh come on – be nice to me now…” Ginny started, but was overthrown by Hermione, who raised her voice just a little, to mark that she was the controlling force for this game.
“But no matter that; you would probably need to pay something roughly equal to the value of the clue. Which is fun since…” she paused for dramatics. “You don’t have any idea of the value of the clue! That is fun, isn’t it?” Hermione giggled.
“Ha ha, look how hard I’m laughing.” Ginny said; using the dirtiest look she could manage. She continued shuffling through the books in the second bookcase, as she had disregarded the first one as a matter of probability.
Hermione toned down a bit. “Well, if you had not taken this so seriously, then you would not be so testy. So why not calm down a bit, take it easy and so on. Fun and games, and find it later?” She paused, considering something. “These chairs are for a matter of fact really comfy, why not just sit down, agree that you took an honourable defeat, and that you just weren’t up for it this time?”
Hermione patted her knees in a subtle way to mock Ginny. Ginny did not lose the context.
“Yeah right, like that would be an option.” Ginny said flatly, continuing her search, one item at a time. She looked up and over on all the bookcases she had left, and dropped the book she was holding in a dejected motion. She sighed:
“It would really help with that clue you mentioned. I guess I’ll pay whatever price you like.” Ginny said.
“Right!” Hermione thought about it for a second or two and then slowly said: “I want your garter.”
“…” Ginny looked at Hermione, curiously. “Can’t. Don’t wear one.” She said flatly, after a silence just too short.
Hermione just laughed. “Oh, I know you wear one. The one where you put your spare wand for rainy days? I think we all know of that wand. It did come in handy when… You know. The war and all…” And two pair of eyes sunk down to the floor, for just a moment, as eyes do when the mind gets too heavy. And as the two thought back on losses and grief, clouds seemed to gather; but almost as soon as the clouds came in the sun broke through, and the girls rose back into reality. A bird sung a simple song outside, and its tune reached in and uncovered the fog in the room. Hermione smiled:
“And as far as I know you lost the wand, but kept the garter.” She said, a little lighter than needed. “We did live together – and I noticed how you still put it on every morning back then. No reason why you should’ve stopped, is there?” She eyed Ginny confidently, looking over the redhead’s choice of clothes this day. The skirt was not as comfortable now, it seemed, as it had been when Ginny had putted it on that morning.
“No, you’re right; I’ve kept the garter, but why do you want it? It does not seem to be something the ol’ Hermione I know of would ask for.” She looked away from the book she was currently searching, instead searching the mind of the most celebrated witch of her generation.
“Well, you will get it back – I’m not evil. I just want to… borrow it, till later.” Hermione said smugly.
“Yeah… Not perverse at all, Herm, not at all. Mm, sure, you can… borrow my garter for a clue; just don’t do anything to it that would make me not want it back. Actually, don’t do anything with it at all” Ginny said.
“Perfect! Then garter now, clue later.” Hermione excitement shone through her whole body, and she sat more forward in her chair.
The devil was never that far away in Ginny, and she had used both trick and treat to get her way in a house full of boys. She had not been against showing the extra bit of skin needed to kill an argument, whenever one of her brothers dared to cross her. The Weasley twins enjoyed their reputation, but knew that the one closest to the throne of mayhem was not them, but their sister. Ginny took of her shoes with a determination to take over this show.
So the devil looked up with a smug as Ginny put up a foot on the table closest to Hermione, and began to slowly lift her skirt. If she had to do it, she could just as well do it on her terms. She seemed sure of what she was doing, as she did not look away from Hermione even once.
The skirt was dragged just enough to display the garter, to the small whoop-whoop of Hermione, and even if Ginny stood with her right knee over her left, in a position that with a dragged up skirt would exhibit the wonder of a woman’s panties, she did not let Hermione look so far, as she turned away just so much to agonise the curious spectator. As she slid the garter down (slowly, slowly) over her knee the knee-socks she was wearing was dragged with it.
As her uncovered leg came into light, Hermione fell strangely still. The brown haired witch looked on as enchanted, and it was not before the very piece of fabric she had asked for was coming towards her she shook out into reality.
“Here, take it.” Ginny threw it towards Hermione, who caught it with an eagerness last found in the latest game of Krum’s. “And please, just don’t… sniff it.”
“I would never!” Hermione loudly exclaimed, before taking it up for a close investigation. “Well, we’ll see.” She looked it over once again before she pocketed it. She sat back, resting comfortably in the chair once again. She rested her hands in her lap, and smiled warmly as she spoke:
“Now, the clue. For fun’s sake, I’ve made a verse. All in recognition of poor Luna, who could not be here” She sunk her head, and thought her rhymes over, before beginning the recitation:

“As clues go, tis rather cheap
To treasure find, you’ll need to peep
First at the entrance to Cytherea’s cave
And then further down, but behave
Then of course you need to see
What’ll guide you to the treasure’s key
Books of knowledge fill a library
What you want is in mythology”[/h]

“All right, that went better than I expected.” Hermione concluded, leaving Ginny almost silent with thought.
“… library… and what fucking cave?..”
Hermione waited a couple of minutes for Ginny to ponder on what she had said; she did not want to rush her surely confused-filled answer.
“So I guess you want me to find the real clue, thank you very much, in a book about mythology; that is correct, right?” Ginny stated more than asked. “But you did not say which one, or where in this room it should be and since there are at least a thousand books in here, that info should be found in the verse.”
Ginny pouted. “And if it’s not, I’ll want my garter back.”
“Hah, now that would not be a shame, wouldn’t it? Of course it’s enough; I left all clues for you there in the verse, which, in fact I’m rather happy with. Poetry’s usually not my stride.” Hermione said giddily.
“You just need to find it!” She teased. “But if you need help with the interpretation you can always give me a kiss and I’ll consider.”
“You sure would like that, wouldn’t you?” Ginny sighed. “You know, Miss Head prefect, if you had been this wild during school, The-boy-who-lived would only be in second place in the category of students-you-need-to-know.”
Hermione only looked at her, giggling with a naughty little grin.
Ginny sighed again.
“Yeah, I don’t have the energy to even begin to understand what the fudge you just said. You’ll get your kiss” She said while moving closer, reaching for a peck on the most celebrated witch of the century’s cheek.
“Hmm… That was not a kiss; at least not an acceptable kiss. You won’t get any help with kisses like that.” Hermione stated, sullen. “I – how to say – want a real kiss; a French one, if you will.”
Ginny didn’t believe that her ears heard what they should have when Hermione next said: “I want tongue, beautiful”
“Oh, put a spell on me and turn me inwards.” Ginny said. “Fuck it”
As she bent inwards, preparing her first French kiss with another girl, she could barely hear Hermione’s soft voice; telling her that she had hoped it would come to just that.
And the devil whooped and laughed as Ginny stuck out her tongue, moving closer to her best friend than she had ever thought was possible. Just when she reached Hermione’s soft, soft lips, Hermione stuck out her tongue, lightly meeting Ginny’s. They tried out each other, felt and then felt again, how the texture, the sensation, the pressure of another’s tongue that close, as if slowly tasting something before beginning to eat; and just like when eating, the hunger came. Hermione took a hand and put it on Ginny’s head, inclining her to go in further, which the younger girl did, with vigour. They concluded it all in a series of tongue-wrestling battles, where everyone was victorious and celebrating. As they broke, Ginny breathed harder than she meant to, and Hermione could not stop giggling.
Neither of the two girls said anything directly afterwards, not until Hermione saw fit to evolve the clue as promised.
“Mythology comes in all kinds of shapes, but the type you would like is the one coming from Greece. There is a section about it in one of the rows, and what you are searching for is stated rather clearly in the verse.” She said. “So I won’t help you with that, no matter how many kisses you give me.”
“I think I could convince you if I tried. The point of a game is to find the easiest way to win, and I think I found it. At least, I’ve found an enjoyable way.” Ginny said, counting rows. “But I have also found the row with mythology. The minotaur statue, which was to no use at all until just now, really watches over us all, like in the story.”
Hermione gave a little laugh, before correcting Ginny: “The Minotaur didn’t guard anyone. He ate children given to him as sacrifices and was trapped inside a labyrinth.”
“Ah… Nice choice then.” She said, going over. “Cythera was it?”
“Close, but no. It was Cytherea. And for your convenience; to not make this drag on longer than I want it to, I †˜required’ that all the books would be about Cytherea. Just pick whichever; it’s fine either way.”
”But at least half of the books in this row has Aphrodite as header; is the ol’ head going soft there?”
“You would think so, but no. Just read the intro of anyone, you’ll understand and we can get on to the fun parts. And stop saying ol’ when talking about me!” Hermione reprimanded.
Ginny picked a book, and began to read out loud the paragraph under the headline of Cytherea’s cave. “Cytherea’s cave, Cytherea being another name for goddess Aphrodite, is a reference to a story in which Aphrodite asks Hermes to find the cave of Cytherea and pick the rosebud growing outside of it. Aphrodite just meant for him to get in bed with her, Cytherea’s cave being her own vagina…” And Ginny stopped slowly when she realised where Hermione actually had hid the treasure. She smiled when she read the rest of the entry: “… but Hermes, dumb to her †˜suggestion’, circled the world four times before realizing what she had meant.” She stopped reading and laid down the book. “…Before Aphrodite took him by force.”
“And so it all comes down to this…” She whispered and advanced on Hermione, who just slightly spread her legs and licked her lips. “And you were just sure I would be okay with this?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Okay with what?” She said with a playful little grin.
“Oh, you know as well as I do that I will… look for treasures under your dress; and what did the first paragraph say? †˜You’ll need to peep; first at the entrance to Cytherea’s cave’, then underneath?” Ginny had almost reached Hermione, but it was just because Ginny walked really, really slow. One would say it was the build-up to something greater, for dramatics. Ginny played it well; the devil would be proud.
“Why underneath just after I’ve peeped at your cave?” Ginny whispered as she kneeled down before Hermione.
“Because I have a picture of an arrow pointing down, on my underwear.” She said giddily. “I just want you to really find your clue… And because you need to – how to say – get my blood going - to uncover the spell.”
Ginny began to drag her dress up over her knees, pulling it over her thighs. “Oh, I see.” She slipped out as Hermione’s panties were shown; actually sporting a white (blinking) arrow on a black fabric.
When she came this far, Ginny gently pushed Hermione’s legs apart, before going in lips first. She gently kissed the skin as it turned into panties (or the waistband of said thing) before just going down, step by step, as if likewise taunting, likewise teasing the poor girl. Soon Ginny reached the spot where she assumed the clitoris would be, and began to lick, a little bit wider than she needed just to be sure she stroked it. And when she hit it, Hermione guaranteed it.
Hermione looked rather indifferent at the start; giggling in turn but otherwise not affected by the redheads antics. She, however, gasped when Ginny came to her Mons pubis, and when Ginny actually began to lick over the panties Hermione had a harder time keeping posture, making small jerks here and there as Ginny began to hit all the right spots, even if through panties.
Soon Hermione began to pant a little, and instead of trying to press Ginny slightly closer she instead pressed her away. “Wow, that’s enough. I think you’ve got my blood stirred now.”
“Yes, now that you mention it, there’s something here, glowing for attention. You did really hide it on your inner thigh.” She said surprised, reading the words spelled out on the fair skin of Hermione Granger. “I just thought you wanted me to get down on you.”
“Well, who would blame me – really – but I respect the game” Hermione stated firmly. “And hopefully there will be more licking soon enough.”
“So, this spell, is sonovolare a correct pronunciation?”
“You just need to try it, don’t you?”
“I guess I do.” Ginny said, and began the incarnation. She pointed away from Hermione, but as she said the spell, nothing happened. Not one thing. Hermione smiled, and suggested that she pointed the wand back at herself, and then try again.
“Sonovolare!” Ginny shouted, as ones do when doing wand work, and at once all her clothes disappeared.
“Hey, what the Medusa’s wiggling snake? What †˜s the big deal?” She immediately tried to cover herself, dropping her wand in the progress while putting one hand down in front of her small red bush, and the other in front of her modestly sized breasts. During this commotion Hermione took action, rose up from the chair, moved fast in front of Ginny, and kissed her full on the lips, before the redhead had time to fire up for real. Instead of raising more fire, Hermione ignited a calmer one with the simple kiss, and Ginny did not say anything else; she just kissed the forward woman back.
“You dropped your wand” Hermione whispered, obviously, after the minutes it took to properly kiss Ginny. “You may need it again. Right about now, actually”
“You did unhand a useful spell; does it work as well on you?” Ginny asked.
“It may work better; now you undress someone else” Hermione said hushed, sensually. “It is always better to undress someone else.” She stepped back, so Ginny could see all of her easier.
“And this time you don’t need to scream. This’s a’ spell that works better slightly hushed.”

And Ginny swallowed, did the spell once more, hushed, and looked in wonder as Hermione’s clothes not only disappeared, but disappeared with style. Her blouse was unbuttoned, as by magic, and dragged of by invisible threads. As Hermione raised her arms her undershirt was dragged off, revealing a green bra doing its job too well, revealing little to nothing. It was taken cared of; unhinged and pulled forward, so Hermione took down her arms, pointed them forwards, letting the spell drag the bra of while she used all the sensuality she could muster, concentrated all of it to her eyes to draw Ginny in.
Her skirt was next to go, sliding down her legs, dragging the knee-socks down with it. Hermione stepped out of her shoes, just as the last piece of clothing left on her body was pulled down. As Hermione was not one to prepare something a bit lazy, this last piece revealed a trimmed bush of pubic hair; there but discreet, highlighting what should be highlighted. Ginny could only look on in amazement, with an expression that told of a very good result.
And so she stood there, before the seeker of the day, completely naked and smiling a warmer than life smile at Ginny, urging said girl to come into her arms; which Ginny did, only she came with lips first.
The two girls met in the third kiss that evening, a kiss that told of locked down feelings released, of a hunger to each other covered and uncovered, of hidden lust and a sure, determined feeling that the two girls would go so much further later on. It was a very good kiss; they seemed to like it.
When they broke up, their eyes stayed connected, to tell stories not found outside. It took seconds before Ginny, unwillingly, could break from the spell connecting them, and reach to Hermione’s ear; whispering: “You were right; it did work so much better hushed. Do you have any other good spells for this situation?”
“Not many, but some really good; I think this one is called lust” Hermione answered, while beginning to kiss down Ginny’s neckline. “Ah, I heard of that one. It’s effective…” Ginny said, while arching back as Hermione sent electric through her body. As the brown-haired girl went down, just barely touching Ginny’s soft breasts, Ginny’s electrical “reactions” became a little harder for every new place Hermione kissed. Soon Ginny felt such heavy tingling in her body, especially when Hermione reached a part just under Ginny’s chest (at the right side, which was particularly sensitive), that she had to sit down, taking over the chair (which still was, in fact, very comfy).
When Hermione reached the younger girl’s stomach, she kneeled before her, spreading Ginny’s legs on the way down. She stroked the softer-than-cotton thighs belonging to the quidditchgirl, and she could not help but being mesmerised by the feel of touching another one’s body. As Hermione kissed her way down the Mons pubis, she could not help but massage Ginny’s inner thigh as well, much to the joy of Ginny.
“How come that after so much training, you still manage to be this soft?” Hermione asked under her breath. Ginny shifted in the sofa, as uncomfortable, before answering: “…I haven’t been able to exercise as I should, there’s just no time now; am I really that soft?”
Hermione looked at her, as though she could not understand what the worried girl just had said; then she laughed a little, as people tend to do when they realise that their compliment just got heavily misunderstood.
“Your skin feels so good I want to steal it from you.” Hermione said. “You taste so good I have to eat you up.”
And down she went, not even pretending to care what Ginny might have answered after that. Hermione began to nibble lightly on Ginny’s right thigh, before going up in a way that was not hurried, but definitive. She kissed the top of the vulva, and then licked, for the first time, Ginny’s vagina. She tried it out lightly at first, just teased the poor girl with light, oh-so-light-touches, just barely reaching Ginny’s pulsing cave. Ginny gave up small gasps every time Hermione reached in for a taste, and when Hermione decided to put some weight behind her tongue Ginny whimpered.
Soon the two girls understood each other, and for every lead Ginny gave, Hermione responded. Ever being the wondergirl, Hermione soon had Ginny panting hard and almost constantly arching her back, gripping the chair’s armrests harder for every minute Hermione licked. Soon Ginny took her hands and putted them on Hermione’s head, holding her in. Assuming this meant that the young girl was close, Hermione took to more refined motions, firmer and with little more pressure behind them. Her tongue worked soon like a piston, heavy, with force, reaching the sweet-spot constantly, again and again and again and again. Soon Ginny forced out between her heavy breathing: “I’m close, I’m so close. Merliiin!!!”
As Ginny came - as she screamed - books exploded.
For real.
Seems like it was something Hermione had required.
“That was…. new.” Ginny said, after some time recovering. “That was very, very… new.”
“Did the air disappear from you, or what? You do seem a bit heavy on your breathing.” Hermione said mockingly, but with a smile. As she talked the room took on some changes, and the chair Ginny had experienced her first orgasm was changing into a larger sort of bed. “Was that really the first time someone licked you?”
Ginny took some time, again, to breathe before answering. “Yes, actually; Harry was bit of a bore in the bed.” She said this in a-matter-of-fact-kind of way, even if it was information the whole world of wizards and witches (if they had the right mind for gossip) would give an arm for.
“No wonder, actually, when considering his current date, but just then it was rather upsetting. Oh sans serif, it still tingles…” Ginny concluded. The two girls had moved and now the laid beside each other, with Hermione playing with Ginny’s breasts. They were both enjoying a short silence, while both were thinking about the time when Harry Potter officially came out as gay.
“So…” Ginny said. ”How many girls have you licked before this? You seemed to know what you were doing.”

Hermione ignored this question completely; instead she looked up at the roof, now playing lightly whit Ginny’s nipples, airily commenting: “Don’t you think it’s funny that in an overtly straight relationship; both subjects turn out to be gay or bisexual? It seems to be rather ironic, don’t you think?”

Ginny, who felt contempt enough to look up at the roof (but didn’t play with any nipples), shrugged with her shoulders, and thought. After thinking, she answered: “We loved each other a lot, in every way possible. It was after a rather long time – two years, I think – Harry began to feel uncomfortable.” She took a deep breath, as if the subject was heavy for her. “Some things evolve slowly, and some thoughts take a long, long time to put together. Harry didn’t have time to be confused during his teens, but as things slowed down, the realization grew…”

“When did you know?” Hermione asked, still a bit airy. “When was it obvious inside the bubble?”

“The bubble? Are you high? Did my nipples change something deeply grounded in you?” Ginny raised her eyebrows, to go with the comment. This subtle action also broke (somewhat) the more serious air that had made its way into the room.

“I knew what when he told me, and why. Before that I could only watch as he suffered. Somehow, he’d told me afterwards, he hadn’t believed it was an issue worth taking seriously; was he wrong….” Ginny said. However, when she finished talking, she lightly punched Hermione on the arm, disrupting Hermione’s way down Ginny again. “And by the way, I have a beef with you: for all I know I was straight when I woke up this morning. Only conclusion I can find to my new found preference is that you drugged me somehow, to make your body seem male to me. Messed with your hormones, maybe. Or mine for that matter”

Before Hermione had a chance to argue heavily against Ginny’s accusation, Ginny went on: “But that seems to be unlikely. Maybe I have been bi-curious all this time; I didn’t even think about blowing you off when… when it all happened.”

Hermione was still silent; she apparently did not see the need to talk when Ginny got such a great conversation going just by herself.

“Can you really call yourself bi-curious after doing something like this?” Ginny asked, after a minute’s silence.

“Does it matter what you call yourself, or why you call yourself that?” Hermione asked back. “I don’t believe it is that important what you define yourself as, most important is that you are comfortable”

“Wow, you have really changed since school” Ginny said, as soon as Hermione went silent. “I can still not believe that you would say thing as that, when in school you were all for defining things… Can’t say you took a wrong turn.”

Hermione stopped playing with Ginny’s nipples, sat up and swiftly rolled up over Ginny. She looked down, and said: “Yeah, yeah. No need to linger on thoughts like that.” She bent down, so that her nose almost touched Ginny’s. “I do believe you are ready for round two, and thus I think it is time for your first diving lesson”

And she kissed Ginny; deeply. So deeply that it startled Ginny enough so that she did not react at all when Hermione then heaved herself forward, placing herself so that Ginny were in the most perfect spot to kiss Hermione’s vagina instead.

“So, teacher, what should I do?” Ginny said, drawing out the word teacher to make it…. naughty. Hermione, who certainly liked all parts naughty now, started an explanation:

“There is a million and one things you could do, but don’t worry; one rule covers almost everything.” As she said this, she slowly lowered her pelvic until she could feel Ginny’s tongue nervously touching her skin (nervously as tongues often feel in moments like these). “Get to know me, and then do everything you can to touch me, to pleasure me.” And Ginny could not see, but Hermione smiled.

“It is as easy as that.”

Ginny took this to heart, and as she knew Hermione, she could imagine what would go. She began licking lightly, even if she used more weight at the beginning than Hermione had, and sooner than later she increased the pressure. As she licked, Hermione thrust her pelvic down, lightly at first, then with more and more force. Soon Ginny could not be under her anymore, so she took a tight grip on Hermione’s legs, and turned her around before Hermione could do anything about it. Even before she could say something Ginny was down again, making the whole movement fast and smooth and ending with a nice, heavy lick on Hermione’s clit. Instead of pressing down, she now arched up. Seemed like Ginny was a quite competent judge of character.

“Oh, damn, you are not too bad at that. Who would’ve known?” Hermione managed to gasp. “Try finger – oh god – inside!”

Ginny, being the student and all, took to her words and, after licking it herself, gently pushed in a finger and wiggled it around. This made a loud groan escape from Hermione’s lips, and Ginny was afraid she had hurt her friend until she heard the words “more… one more…” mumbled.

Ginny pushed in a second finger, and moved them then in rhythm with her tongue, which seemed particularly effective. Soon she had to hold Hermione down with weight in her muscles to be able to lick her, as the girl-who’d-read-more-books-than-seventh-grade-combined thrashed round more and more the closer she came. With the combined effort from the licking and the fingering Hermione soon wailed out in pleasure, arching higher than she could, screaming out her orgasm.

“OH GOOOOOOOOOOD – OH GOD – OH GOD – OH MY FUCKIIING GOOOD!” And cue books exploding, even if Hermione seemed to enhance the effect now that she came; not only books exploded, but bookcases, and in a very cheering sort of way. Ginny could not help but get distracted and Hermione fell down, overpowered by her own pleasure. This time it was her who laid there panting, unable to catch her breath; and she did not seem to mind at all. She looked up at Ginny, who sat at the end dumbfounded, surrounded by flying bits of paper, and Hermione could not help but laugh. She gave up a laugh, so warm and happy, that Ginny could not do anything but get smitten, and she started laughing as well.

As they laughed, both encouraging each other to laugh more and more, the sun smiled with them, and on its long way down, it did not seem the girls would stop laughing at all.

But they did, of course, and time was about to go back to its room and fall asleep, and the girls felt compelled to follow.

“Why did you do all this?” Ginny asked, while the two girls were getting dressed. “Is this some sort of obvious way to say I-love-you that I just don’t get?”

Hermione laughed.

“No, that’s not it.” She buttoned her bra, while smiling warmly at nothing in particular. “Not that I don’t love you; I do. It’s just that this isn’t about that kind of love.”

“So what was this for you, then?” Ginny asked, with a beginning tone of hurt in her voice. “Just sex; just another pussy to lick?”

“You might say that, yes. I don’t want to be together with you, as a couple” Hermione dragged her skirt up. “I just want you”

Hermione, who was fully dressed now, started walking towards the door. “I want to be as close to those I love as possible, and how do you get closer to each other without being a couple?”

“I don’t know.” Ginny said (still fully undressed).

”You become lovers.” Hermione left with those parting words, leaving a vey, very confused Ginny behind her (who still was very naked, mind), and , in the shadow of her steps, a single garter hovering.

The door closed, and Ginny still could not believe what had happened, as she began to dress.

“Fuck; the war changed her.”

*><* Time later. Maybe a day, or so? *><*

Hermione and Ginny were walking down the corridor, as they were heading for the big hall while discussing their latest classes. As their discussion about the weight of charms versus transfiguration in the world of a twelve year old seemed to dwindle; Hermione instead brought up the next session of hide-and-seek. Then it was Ginny’s turn to hide something from Luna, and Hermione, who had inclined more than once that she would like to keep on this latest trend in their games, and therefore had suggested various more or less naughty ways to encourage Luna to join them, was very interested in Ginny’s plan.

Ginny had after some time also felt that she wanted to do that more, both with Hermione and others (others being mostly Luna, and maybe Neville), and she had a plan for the scrawny blonde.

“So what will you hide?” Hermione asked. Ginny seemed to ponder about, before making up her mind. She skipped some meters ahead Hermione, turned around, and said brightly: “I will just hide you"