The warm glow of the fireplace flickered in The Burrow, illuminating the cozy room where Hermione sat, lost in thought. It had been months since the war ended, yet the shadows of that time lingered. Hermione gazed out the window at the stars, her mind swirling with memories of the battles fought and the friends lost.
The door creaked open, and Ginny stepped inside, her vibrant presence a welcome distraction. “Hey, Hermione,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “Mind if I join you?”
Hermione looked up, her heart lifting at the sight of her friend. “Not at all,” she replied, grateful for the company.
Ginny moved closer, her eyes scanning Hermione’s face, searching for the unspoken words hidden there. “You’ve been so quiet lately. Are you okay?”
Hermione offered a faint smile. “Just thinking about everything. It’s been overwhelming.”
“I know the feeling.” Ginny settled beside her, their shoulders brushing. “But you don’t have to carry it all alone. Let me help you.”
There was a vulnerability in Ginny’s voice that resonated deeply with Hermione. “How?” she asked, a hint of hesitation in her tone.
“Just trust me,” Ginny said, her gaze unwavering.
Before Hermione could respond, Ginny leaned in, capturing Hermione’s lips in a soft, tentative kiss. The world outside faded as they melted into the moment, a blend of warmth and longing enveloping them.
When they broke apart, breathless, Ginny’s expression turned serious. “I want to take care of you tonight.”
Hermione’s heart raced at the promise in Ginny’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
With a sly smile, Ginny reached for the hem of Hermione’s shirt, her fingers dancing lightly across Hermione’s skin as she pulled it up, exposing her stomach. Hermione shivered at the sudden cool air against her heated skin.
“Let me show you,” Ginny whispered, her voice low and inviting. She pressed her palm against Hermione’s bare belly, stroking in slow, soothing circles. The sensation sent waves of warmth through Hermione, her breath hitching as she surrendered to the moment.
“I want you to let go,” Ginny murmured, her eyes locked onto Hermione’s. “Just let me take care of you.”
Hermione nodded, feeling a rush of trust wash over her. “I do trust you, Ginny.”
With a gentle yet firm motion, Ginny pushed Hermione back against the bed, straddling her waist. The weight of Ginny above her felt grounding, a mix of exhilaration and comfort. Hermione could hardly believe how electric the moment felt, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Tonight, you’re mine,” Ginny said, her voice husky with intent. She leaned down, kissing Hermione deeply again, their lips moving in perfect harmony.
As the kiss deepened, Ginny’s hands explored further, sliding down Hermione’s sides before returning to her belly. She took the scarf she had brought with her, its silky texture shimmering in the firelight. “This will help you relax,” Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
With careful precision, Ginny tied Hermione’s wrists together, the soft fabric holding her firmly yet gently. The sensation of being bound stirred something within Hermione—a mix of excitement and release.
“Now, just focus on how it feels,” Ginny instructed, her hands roaming over Hermione’s skin as she settled comfortably on top of her. “No need to worry about anything else.”
Hermione’s heart raced as Ginny stroked her belly, each caress igniting a fire within her. She was aware of the vulnerability that came with being bound, yet it felt liberating, allowing her to let go of the control she often clung to.
With Ginny straddling her, Hermione could feel every shift of weight, every soft breath. It was intoxicating. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their intimate bubble.
“Just breathe,” Ginny instructed softly, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on Hermione’s skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Hermione closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations. The warmth of Ginny’s body above her, the gentle strokes along her belly, the feel of the silk scarf binding her wrists—it was all consuming. In this moment, she didn’t have to be the strong one; she could just be.
“Tell me how it feels,” Ginny said, her voice a sultry whisper.
“It feels... incredible,” Hermione admitted, her voice shaky. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Good,” Ginny replied, a playful smile lighting up her face. “I want you to feel every second of it.”
With that, Ginny leaned down again, capturing Hermione’s lips in a passionate kiss, their bodies moving in sync as they explored this new, thrilling territory together. Hermione surrendered fully to the moment, allowing the warmth of Ginny’s love and the intimacy of their connection to wash over her like a comforting tide.
Beneath the stars and in the safety of Ginny’s embrace, Hermione found solace, discovering the beauty of trust and the power of vulnerability.