Now That’s Heaven
*1995*
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“I think Ginny Weasley fancies Harry.”
I glanced up from my book, startled. “Really?”
Penelope nodded. “He’s so dreamy, you know? And the klutz thing is cute. If I weren't with Percy, I certainly would think about him.” Suddenly she stared at me with a smile on her face. I could tell a plan had been formed.
“You should ask Ron out. It’s perfect.”
“What is?” I asked curiously.
“You and Ginny would be dating the two finest candidates in the ward! Unless you count Draco Malfoy, that is, but he’s a bit mean. You’re too good for him.”
“He’s alright,” I defended, remembering my previous encounter in his room. “Isn’t he dating Pansy?”
“You’ve met her?” Penny looked surprised. “She doesn’t leave her room very much unless she has to.
I looked down at my tiny, dangling legs from where I sat, a blush quickly formed on my ears. “I, er… may have accidentally gone into their room a little while ago.”
Penny busted out laughing. “Happened to me a week in here, too,” she said, slapping her thighs in hilarity. “I accidentally walked into Seamus’ and Dean’s room-- well, it’s Harry and Ron’s now-- but they understood. They were kind about it. Tell me, was he mean to you? I’ll beat him up. I could, you know.” Penny balled her fists to prove it to me.
“I know, I know,” I chuckled, reaching between our beds to lower Penny’s fists. “He was actually alright. And I was, too. He said so.”
Penny raised her eyebrows. “Really?” She asked, disbelievingly. “That’s a first.” She yawned. “I suppose… I’ll believe it when I see it.”
I shrugged.
“But…” Penny continued, “God. Harry is so clueless sometimes, you know? I mean she’s flirted with him for ages. The poor chap really can’t take a hint.”
“Talk to him,” I suggested simply. I really didn’t see the big deal. Penny was extremely pretty, with short, choppy hair hanging around her soft shoulders, average sized breasts, a good chin, a kind face… anyway. She could convince anyone anything, I was sure, so why was she so worried about Harry and Ginny?
Penny rolled her eyes. “Right. Talk to him and have Ginny mad at me for the rest of my life.”
“Then talk to Ginny,” I offered.
Penny shrugged, and leaned towards me, motioning for me to tilt my ear to her, and I obliged.
“I think,” Penny whispered, “Harry is part of that… er, queer lot.”
I jerked away from her. “What?”
Penny gestured, impatient, wanting me to understand. “I think he likes Draco, for some reason.”
“Mental,” I breathed, leaning back in my bed. Harry and Draco? I’d never would’ve guessed. Not that I guessed that sort of thing on the daily, of course.
“I mean, he could at least let her down easy. If he even knows what’s going on, which I doubt he does.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“But… back to Ron. You should ask him out. I’m sure he’d say yes.”
“What?” I blushed. “He wouldn’t.”
“Who wouldn't say yes to the amazing, stunningly beautiful, perky breasted Lavender Brown?”
I crossed my arms in reflex, laughing. “They aren’t that perky,” I said, feeling them through my nightgown.
“Here,” Penny said, moving towards the door and shutting it. “I’ll show you. They’re perky! I can tell!”
“What?”
Penny rolled her eyes. “I can tell by the slope of them. As an older woman, I can show you.”
I didn’t answer. Did Penny want me to take off my shirt? It wasn’t as if we hadn’t seen each other naked before; we had shared a room for a long time, after all.
“Look,” Penny began. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. And Sprout won’t be here for a little while; I take my meds at three.”
“Ok…” I said slowly. I untied my nightgown from the back, letting it fall down my bony body, exposing my breasts. I didn’t look at Penny, but I heard her come and sit on my bed next to me.
“May I?” she asked, reaching towards me. I nodded. I could feel my nipples hardening as they touched the cool hospital air.
This wasn’t weird, right?
I shivered as her finger traced down my chest, stopping at my tight nipple.
“You see?” Penny asked calmly, her finger dipping below onto my stomach. I drew a breath in, hoping Penny wasn’t noticing my double chin as I looked down. “You can see a lot of underboob when you look at them. Boobs that aren’t perky don’t do that. Good ones have this sort of… curve, one might say.”
I felt a funny feeling in my pussy as Penny brushed back up against my nipple.
“Oh,” I swallowed as Penny removed her hand and moved back to her bed as if nothing had happened. I hastily re-tied my nightgown, grateful for the sudden warmth of the material. I rubbed my thighs together, confused by the feeling I had between them.
Suddenly the door opened, and I instantly shrank into my sheets, clutching my covers tightly. Nurse Spout entered.
“How are you guys today?” she asked, closing the door behind her.
“Great,” Penny chirped, and I mumbled a response. No one seemed to notice.
“I thought I took my meds at three,’ Penny said to Sprout, as the latter took out medicine and a rather thick looking needle.
“It is three, hon,” Sprout replied, drawing the curtains to give Penny privacy. Her pretty face disappeared from view.
I took a deep breath, crawling under my sheets. I felt between my legs. I must’ve wet myself, but I hadn’t done that since I was a child. I remembered the feeling in my stomach as Penny touched my nipple, and I felt myself grow wetter. I instinctively drew my hand away, but I was curious. The way my panties moved along the skin between my legs felt great at the moment. Had it ever been like that before? I moved my hand along my panties, and suddenly a jolt of pleasure burst through my body. Timidly but wanting to feel more, I rubbed again, and before I knew it, I had taken my panties off and was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing… I thought of Penny’s face, her soft hands as they traced my boob… That feeling in my stomach was growing...
All of a sudden my legs twitched and a burn spread throughout my body, the greatest feeling I had ever known. I arched my back and gasped quietly as I climaxed against my hand, shaking as I settled back on my bed. I took a deep breath and sighed. That had probably been the best feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. I’d have to ask Penny about it later. Hopefully she wouldn’t make fun of me, because who knew if what I just did was normal? I had never heard of it before, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t, right? I’d never heard of a lot of things.
Who knew if I’d be feeling that special sensation many more times throughout my stay at the hospital?