It's a warm and gentle summer evening in Millicents bedroom. Hermione’s textbook lays face-down on the floor, any attempt at focusing on homework long abandoned as she instead opts to sit on Millicent's bed, watching Millicent lazily spin around on their wheeled desk chair as they infodump to Hermione about the newest fantasy novel they’ve gotten into.
"I want you to eat me out,” Hermione says. She blurts it out, like the words have been stuck at the back of her throat for weeks. Like she can’t hold it in anymore. Like her desire has been holding its breath for too long.
Slowly, Millicent swivels around in their chair until they’re facing Hermione. Their rosy cheeks, usually in a permanent state of gentle pink, are flushed a deep red.
"Like- right now?" Millicent says, after a few moments of awkward silence - and now it's Hermione's turn to blush fiercely.
Despite having been dating for several months, they’ve never done this before - they’ve never gone any further than making out. And these days, it seems as if it's all Hermione can think about. Falling asleep at night, or getting dressed in the morning, she just can’t stop thinking about it. Even on the bus ride to school, blasting Carole King's music in her noise-cancelling headphones to drown out the horrid noise of the bus, she allows her mind to wander, wander , to the idea of Millicent's head between Hermione's legs. The idea of Millicent's mouth, soft and warm and gentle. Millicent's tongue, lapping at Hermione's clit. Waves of pleasure rolling through Hermione's whole body as she comes, over-sensitive and trembling from the all-encompassing pleasure.
"If it is... amenable to you," Hermione says, cautiously enunciating every word, suddenly terribly anxious. "Because- I do think that I would rather enjoy it."
"Gods,” Millicent says. “Yes, ‘Mione, absolutely.” They stand up, cross the room until they stand in front of her. “You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, oh my god. Wanna make you feel so good, Mione."
The way Millicent cups Hermione’s face, so tender and gentle, makes Hermione feel like she’s something precious and wonderful and dear - something to be cherished.
And then - oh Gods - Millicent drops to their knees right there.
A wildfire of desire takes light under Hermione’s skin, burning, burning. She’s already so wet - she can feel it, the slick wetness gathering in her pants. The aching of her clit. She presses her thighs together, a desperate and futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure of her arousal.
Millicent laughs, a warm, kind sound. "Hi there," they say, waggling their eyebrows suggestively up at Hermione. “Um. Can I-”
"Yes," Hermione says instantly. She makes a small and quiet sound, feeling Incredibly Awkward, and then she hitches her skirt up. Slips off her undies. Spreads her legs.
"Fuck," Millicent breathes. "Fuck, wow, you're so beautiful, Mione."
“Millie ,” Hermione says, terribly flustered.
Millicent simply hums in response, their hands coming up to hold Hermione’s legs steady. They press a series of kisses to the tender skin of Hermione’s inner thighs, their mouth warm and gentle.
Then - oh Gods, ohGods - Millicent begins to eat Hermione out, and it's the most incredible thing Hermione has ever felt. It's oh-so-intense, way better than any of Hermione’s best wanks. It’s spectacular, wonderful, brilliant- and all the other synonyms for good that Hermione can’t recall right now because she’s too distracted by Millicents tongue.
Millicent pulls away, just slightly, but it's enough to make Hermione whine impatiently at the sudden loss of friction.
"Does it- does it feel good?" Millicent mutters, sounding almost embarrassed. “What I was doing?”
"Yes," Hermione gasps out immediately. “So good, so good, Millie, please, just- keep going, please-.”
Millicent makes a small, pleased sound, and they lean in, doing that wonderful thing with their tongue again, goodness gracious .
"So pretty like this, Mione," Millicent says.
"Ha-aah, Millie.”
Millicent chuckles. "You like that?" they say, their voice low and warm and amused sounding. "You like it when I praise you? When I tell you how pretty you are?"
Hermione flushes. “Millicent,” she says, attempting to sound somewhat stern.
Millicent just laughs. "You're so brilliant, Mione. So perfect for me."
They gently suck on Hermione’s clit, and oh gods, the heat in Hermione’s thighs begins to spiral out of control. She’s so, so close, teetering right on the edge. "Millie,” she manages. “Millie, I'm-"
"You gonna come for me, Mione?” Millicent murmurs.
“Yes,” Hermione gasps. “Please, please.” She’s so very close, if Millicent would just-
Millicent makes a fond sound, and then their tongue picks up a relentless pace across Hermione’s clit - the pleasure, white-hot and wild, courses through Hermione’s whole body, and she comes, all consumed by a rapturous and divine ecstasy. Millicents name tumbles from her lips again and again and again, like it's a prayer, like it's the most sacred word in the world - perhaps it is.
“Fuck,” Hermione says, once she’s come down from that divine high. She collapses back onto the bed. Throws an arm over her eyes. “Fuck, wow .”
Millicent laughs softly. They stand up, and lie down on the bed next to Hermione, snuggling into her. Burying their face in the crook of Hermione’s neck, wrapping one of their arms around Hermione’s waist, they murmur: “You, Hermione Granger, are incredible.”
Hermione hums softly in response. Tilting Millicents head up with her hand, Hermione catches Millicent's mouth with a soft and clumsy and slightly off-centre kiss, tender and sweet.
“Wanna do you,” Hermione says. “I wanna eat you out.”
“Yeah?” Millicent says, eyes twinkling. They sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed and shimmying out of their trousers. “I prob’ly won’t last long.”
Hermione flushes. She awkwardly gets off of the bed, and kneels on the floor in front of Millicent, mirroring the position from before. Millicent grins down at Hermione. They shuffle out of their boxers, discarding them on the floor next to their trousers. Hands flat on the bed to hold themself steady, they spread their legs wide.
Goodness.
Millicent's cunt. The heat of it. The heady and intoxicating scent of it. Their clit, a deep rosy pink.
“Oh my God,” Hermione says, awed. And then, an all-encompassing desire overpowering her usual cautious sensibilities, Hermione goes down on Millicent Bulstrode.
She sucks experimentally at Millicent’s clit - a desperate moan of a sound tumbles from Millicent's lips, and Hermione flushes, elated and giddy that she is the one getting to make Millicent feel like this. She picks up speed, a rhythm of sorts, licking and sucking and kissing, encouraged by the pretty little sounds Millicent makes.
True to Millicent's word, Hermione has only been doing this for about a minute when Millicent comes.
They go quiet, just for a second, like they’re trembling right on the edge - and then they whimper . Sounding utterly wrecked, they gasp out: “Ha-ah, fuck, fuck, Hermione , Hermione -”
“Millie,” Hermione whispers, awed. She rests her forehead on Millicents inner thigh. “Gods.”
“Yeah,” Millicent says, sounding slightly out of breath. “Yeah.”