Chapter 49
Astoria Greengrass had been waiting for this moment all summer. The anticipation had built up inside her like a dam ready to burst. As Draco went off to brag to Snape, she seized the opportunity, hurrying through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts toward Hermione’s dormitory.
The summer had been torture—sweet, but torture nonetheless. Astoria had shared stolen kisses with Hermione, but it had never been enough. She needed more. She would die if she didn’t taste Hermione again soon.
Reaching the door, Astoria took a deep breath and entered, her heart pounding. Hermione was waiting for her, lounging on the bed with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Hello, Astoria,” Hermione greeted, her voice soft but filled with an unspoken promise.
Astoria approached, her steps quickening with eagerness. She sat down beside Hermione, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Hermione’s eyes darkened with understanding. “I’ve missed you too.”
Without another word, Astoria leaned in, capturing Hermione’s lips with her own. The kiss was gentle at first, a slow dance of lips and tongues that quickly escalated, deepening until they were both breathless.
Astoria pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto Hermione’s. “I need more,” she confessed, her voice trembling with desperation. “I need to taste you.”
Hermione’s smile was a mix of amusement and desire. “Then don’t make me wait.”
Astoria wasted no time. She pressed Hermione back onto the bed, her lips finding Hermione’s neck, kissing and nibbling the soft skin there.
Hermione’s hands roamed over Astoria’s back, pulling her closer. “You’re insatiable,” Hermione murmured, her voice husky with desire.
Astoria’s response was a soft moan as she trailed kisses down Hermione’s neck, moving lower with every passing second. “I’ve been waiting all summer for this,” she whispered against Hermione’s skin. “I need you.”
Hermione’s breath hitched as Astoria’s lips moved lower, trailing kisses down her body. When she finally reached her destination, she paused, looking up at Hermione with a mix of reverence and hunger.
“Please,” Hermione whispered, her voice raw with need.
Astoria didn’t need any more encouragement. She buried her face between Hermione’s thighs, tasting her for the first time in months. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down Astoria’s spine. She lapped at Hermione eagerly, drawing out moans and gasps that spurred her on.
Hermione’s hands gripped Astoria’s hair, guiding her, urging her on. Astoria’s world narrowed down to the taste and feel of Hermione, everything else fading away. She had needed this—craved this—with an intensity that bordered on madness.
When Hermione finally cried out her release, Astoria felt a surge of triumph. She crawled back up Hermione’s body, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of her desire. They lay there, entwined, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high.
Astoria looked into Hermione’s eyes, her heart full. “I love you,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Hermione’s expression softened, and she cupped Astoria’s face gently. “And I care for you deeply, Astoria.”
It wasn’t exactly what she had said, but Astoria didn’t mind. In this moment, she had everything she needed. She had Hermione. And there was a plan in motion to keep her.