Chapter 1
Hermione had returned to Hogwarts after the war and the dust had settled, the castle had been rebuilt and the school reopened. She had over the summer remained with the Weasleys for a while, Ron had attempted to get her into bed which had worked once and it maybe wasn’t that terrible if ignoring the fact that he was selfish and didn’t listen to her. He refused to use protection all but forcing her a trip to Diagon the day after in order to find the appropriate potion. They’d fought and she had told him that she didn’t see their relationship going further. At which point he had lost it and kicked her out.
Thankfully at the time Harry had been there with them and told Hermione she could move to Grimmauld with him until school went back. This was preferable as it got her away from Ron and away from the family in general. She adored the Weasleys as a whole though, that wasn’t to be disputed, even Ron being such a horrible git couldn’t change that, but she missed her parents terribly and that remained her cross to bare but still, the constant reminder of what she didn’t have any longer was hard.
So when it finally came time to return to the castle Hermione had been overjoyed. It had remained that way for the first few days even as well. Then Ginny, the Quidditch captain and Hermione's friend, all but abandoned her in lieu of whipping up a super Quidditch team to get them the Quidditch cup this year. Hermione was glad that the ginger witch had such a drive and passion for something but when Hermione wasn’t studying it left her bored.
At one stage Hermione had been a shoe in for Head Girl but they had to take into account that Hermione had skipped her 7th year. It worked against her, now she wasn’t even a prefect, she was just Hermione Granger, golden girl but that wasn’t acclaim she really appreciated so much as tolerated. But now she was bored, her school work kept her busy while she had some to do but even books seemed a little dull. It wasn’t that she wanted adventure because she had certainly had enough of that, it’s just she felt rather accomplished and she may not have come back but she had wanted her NEWTS, wanted to know on paper what she could achieve.
But now she was listlessly wandering the halls with her school work for the week already complete and little else to do. She was bored and she needed something to do, any kind of excitement really but things just seemed so calm and peaceful which she acknowledged was a good thing. Still she was not sure what to do with herself and found herself in one of the old classrooms on the third floor west wing. She had only stepped in because she had heard voices and wondered who in the world could be there at this hour.
“I said no, Draco. Go and find Astoria.” That voice was definitely Pansy Parkinson.
“She won’t put out, Pansy and I need it. Please. It’s been ages, I know you want it.” Draco shifted, pressing closer to Pansy who tried to push him off.
“Maybe it’s just you she doesn’t want, Draco. You were quite the prat to her in 6th year if I recall.” Hermione spoke up then, she had heard Pansy upset over Draco more than once their 6th year and she was pretty sure that unlike Pansy he had not returned the year before.
The sound of Hermione's voice had Draco stiffen and pale a little. He stepped away from Pansy and turned about to bolt out of the room but managed to contain himself and walk instead. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him but aside from glancing at her left arm he didn’t even look at her, simply mumbled her name in some kind of acknowledgement and left the room. Pansy straightened herself up with a huff and dusted the back of her skirt off.
“Do I have dust?” Pansy asked casually and turned her back to Hermione as the brunette stepped closer. Hermione found it a little odd that Pansy was so calm, she was usually full of snark instead.
“Just a little.” Hermione offered when she was close enough and reached over and ran her hand down Pansy’s back and over the curve of her behind lightly pushing the dust out of the clothes.
“Thanks. So tell me, why is Draco so scared of you?” Pansy turned back to face Hermione.
“Because he knows I can handle my shit. He got what he thought he always wanted and was able to watch his psychotic aunt torture me. I don’t think he liked it. Especially since we then saved his life afterward.” Hermione shrugged and watched the way Pansy’s eyes widened.
“Lestrange tortured you?” Pansy mumbled, she had very briefly not quite met the woman once the year before and she had been terrifying and Pansy was a pureblood. In answer Hermione unbuttoned her cuff and rolled her sleeve up to show Pansy the red scar on her arm. Lestrange was not about to make Hermione feel shame for it.
Pansy was completely floored by it really and wasn’t exactly thinking when she reached out and touched the mark on Hermione's arm. Her touch was gentle and curious and Hermione stood and watched as she experienced such an odd internal reaction to this witch's touch. Her stomach suddenly felt hollow in that way where you drive too quickly down a dip in a road but it was pleasant and her heart seemed to do this strange flip in her chest and suddenly the brunette was aware of just why she hadn’t been into her singular foray with Ron. It maybe didn’t have as much to do with his carelessness as her sexuality.
“Why didn’t you want to have sex with Draco?” Hermione blurted out, making Pansy’s fingers still halfway along the scar and look up.
“I’ve learned a lot about myself recently… he’s not my type. I also happen to like Astoria and I couldn’t do that to her no matter how big of a cow I can be.” Pansy shifted and the fingers that were tracing the scar instead moved to stroke along Hermione's forearm.
“You like women?” Hermione's tone was soft and free of judgment which was the only reason Pansy nodded her head.
“I think I just realized why I wasn’t into it with Ron.” Hermione murmured and Pansy stared for a moment, Hermione stared back at her.
It was like a band had snapped that had been holding them apart as the moment broke only for Hermione and Pansy to crash together in a heated lip lock and hands suddenly and quickly pulling at each other's clothes. Neither witch was wearing sweaters as it was still too warm and while Pansy was wearing a skirt Hermione did have on her slacks instead. Regardless it didn’t really matter as dress shirts were unbuttoned and bras pushed out of the way. This time it was Hermione pushed over to the dusk desk and Pansy refused to give her any pace even when Hermione dipped her head and took a dark peaked nipple between her lips.
Pansy moaned and Hermione found it such a delightful sound as her muscles clenched and she found her panties beginning to dampen. It didn’t help either that the somewhat distracted Pansy had dropped a hand to the front of Hermione's pants and was fumbling with the buttons there. Hermione didn’t mind, she didn’t mind the witch of the fact it was a hurried coupling in a dusty old classroom, this was an excitement she didn’t know she needed and she wasn’t about to pass it up. It didn’t hurt that Pansy had really grown into her features either and was rather pretty. Not that that really mattered to Hermione right then, not when Pansy’s hand finally and unerringly moved down her pants and panties and fingers stroked along slick, trimmed, folds.
“Oh fff-“ Hermione cut herself off with a gasp and bit her lip as she leaned back away from Pansy’s chest. She was aware of where they were and didn’t want to make too much noise. She did want to even things up though and so dropped her hand down and pushed it up under Pansy’s skirt, she was thrilled to find the witches panties just as wet as her own most likely were.
“Don’t tease.” Hermione ordered in a husky whisper and as she pushed Pansy’s panties aside and slid two fingers inside the hot and wet witch she felt Pansy follow suit. Both witches moaned softly before pressing together in a silencing kiss.
Neither witch was particularly gentle with their ministrations, they moved like they had a point to prove. The point; who can make who come first. Hermione was rather desperate for her own climax but she always put her mind to things she wanted to accomplish so despite how close she was and how good it was feeling she was able to stave off. Yet right as Pansy came, and Hermione could definitely tell that she had by the clenching and the gush of hot liquid against her hand, she found herself falling over the edge as well, almost as explosively.
“Fucking fuck… I didn’t think you’d be good for a first timer.” Pansy gasped out against Hermione's shoulder as the brunette brought her down before removing her hand.
“Maybe you just really needed it.” Hermione suggested gently lifting her hand to inspect it as she ignored the way her own body clenched as Pansy removed her own hand.
“Not particularly, you’re better than you give yourself credit for. You managed to finger me and give my clit just the right attention.” Pansy spine the last on a low appreciative moan and Hermione couldn’t help a smirk before her curiosity got the best of her and she slid her slick fingers into her mouth. Pansy was a pleasant kind of tangy.
“Morgana's tits.” Pansy growled softly before kissing Hermione again. It lingered a few moments before they parted and began to right themselves.
“We should do this again some time.” Pansy was grinning as she used her wand to clean herself off a little more, Hermione following suit.
“Maybe. Harry, Ron and Ginny would murder me if they found out I shagged you. I think you got me at a weak moment.” Hermione frowned slightly as it really dawned on her what she’d just done.
“Well I can understand that but if you want my opinion… you’re better than any of them. I mean sure he’s Harry Potter but tell me how many times you managed to save their lives over the years and they don’t even realize? The only one worth a damn might be Ginny. She’s pretty amazing at Quidditch and I barely follow the sport. Still if anyone asked me out of all of you who was going somewhere it’s absolutely going to be you. Don’t let their narrow mindedness be a factor in who or what you do.” Pansy was scowling at the brunette but Hermione knew it wasn’t really at her, it was at the idea that Hermione would let them dictate to her at all.
“This. The way you are absolutely not ashamed of this, you were tortured and branded and you’re still an absolute bad ass. And sexy as heck. This is why I know you shouldn’t be fussed with anyone’s opinion but your own. Fuck who you wanna fuck.” Pansy spoke passionately and Hermione couldn’t help a slow grin.
“Why are you grinning?” Pansy scowled.
“You’re the last person I ever expected to talk me up.” Hermione smirked.
“Piss off, Granger.” Pansy huffed and Hermione snickered.
“We should do this again sometime. I enjoyed it. But I’ve a feeling you have someone in mind yourself and much like you I don’t want to come between you and anyone.” Hermione reasoned finally.
“Well… I don’t have anyone in the technical sense. Daphne actually, bloody looker she is, has been flirting with me the last few weeks and honestly I’d like to see more of her if you know what I mean.” Hermione nodded because she could understand what Pansy was saying and that Daphne was indeed attractive. The pair made their way out of the room and towards the dungeons.
“I get it. You should definitely go for it. Life is short.” Hermione offered this softly, they had lost peers just months before.
“Life is short Granger, so i won't be keeping it a secret that you just gave me an amazing le petit morte. Own your shit, your words.” Pansy was grinning and Hermione just rolled her eyes a little.
“Go on with you. Get your girl, Pansy.” Hermione just waved the witch off and moved towards the large oak doors once they were in the entrance hall. Pansy watched the witch go before she headed for the Dungeons.
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“Why are the Slytherins talking about you shagging Pansy?” Ginny slid into the seat beside Hermione just the next morning. Ginny had been up for a little while, they’d had a practice match with the Slyhterins new team that morning. The practice match had been overseen by Madame Hooch on account of Interhouse relations still being a work in progress with the Slytherins.
“Because I did.” Hermione sighed, she was mentally prepared for this but she had forgotten how quickly rumours could spread through this castle. Worse than Fiendfyre.
“What the hell? She’s a total bitch or did you forget that she tried to sell your best friend out?” Ginny was scowling darkly.
“I shagged her Ginny, i didn’t confess my undying love for her. Besides, I don't exactly hold it against her.” Hermione turned towards Ginny now.
“Don't hold it against her? What the hell is the matter with you? You broke Rons heart, moped around Grimmauld for a few weeks and now you come here and fuck that slag. Now you tell me you don't hold it against you. Does Harry mean that little to you?” Ginny was getting fired up but Hermione had been fired up since last May. It was any wonder really that she snapped then, slamming her hand down on the table and startling the Halls occupants.
“Harry is my best friend, he is among the only family i have left. This is not about Harry, its about the fact that i know fear Ginny. Don’t you get it? Pansy was scared, we were all scared but clearly some of us more than others.” Hermione fair snarled at the ginger beside her who was not showing any signs of backing down, because of course she wasn't.
“Exactly! We were all scared! She was the only one that tried to give him up!” Ginny stood up over Hermione which did not do at all.
“Get out of my face, Ginny! Pansy was the first one to speak up, but i bet my arse she wasn't the only one that thought it. For a brief moment i thought it. I’m sure it was nice for you here, mostly safe. How often did the Carrows get you? How many times did you feel the sting of the unforgivable?” Hermione stood now and got in Ginny’s face as well.
“You would have sold out Harry? Family my arse! You wouldn’t even know what that words mean. You’ve all but abandoned yours didn’t you! Now you defend Pansy Parkinson and call it fear? You’re a coward!” Ginny had the audacity to poke Hermione in the chest.
“I am a coward! I was fucking terrified! This terrified me!” Hermione gripped her cuff and yanked so hard her sleeve actually ripped open revealing the mud blood scar on her arm, alll those closest could see it.
“Hermione…” Ginny back-pedalled slightly.
“No! You don’t get to judge me Ginny. None of you do anymore. I was captured and I was tortured mercilessly and I am a mud blood! Had Dobby not… had that not happened I would have died well before the battle. Ask your brother! It was weeks before I could even stand, let alone stand to be touched again. I was jumpy and nervous and tormented. I still don't sleep well. I mean does anyone? I was fucking scared. I wanted it to end and for a brief moment I wondered but I knew better. I knew that no matter what, for me, it wouldn’t get better with Voldemort in charge. So no, I don't hold it against Pansy. I shagged her, and I damn well enjoyed it. That is it, it didn’t make us friends, it didn’t make us girlfriends. It was physical gratification and if you don't get out of my face I will find a hell of a lot of gratification in making you.” Hermione was practically vibrating with her rage and Ginny backed down.
No one said anything, they were all rather floored by the outburst, it had very little to do with the fact that Hermione had had sex with Pansy but it had a lot to do with the seemingly new knowledge that Hermione had been tortured, had been caught and held and now had that very real fear that she had barely escaped death. No one even really moved except for an airy little blonde who got out of her seat a few places down on the other side of the aisle where Ginny and Hermione now stood. Luna moved toward carefully and took Hermione's hand which was still curled in an angry fist and gently guided her out of the great hall.
“Bellatrix Lestrange had her for almost an hour… I… She never gave anything away. Maybe just let her be her own person instead of Harry's protector for a change.” Draco startled everyone as he spoke throughout the quiet hall.
“What would you know of it?” It was Ernie McMillan.
“I have a lot of regrets but possibly my biggest was being too scared and weak to help her when she looked at me while my Aunt carved that word into her arm. Leave Granger alone. She fought for her freedom as much as Harry’s safety.” Draco shrugged and sat back down. Everyone seemed to agree on this but most had lost their appetite. Ginny slumped into her seat and Neville pat her shoulder lightly.
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“I can’t fucking believe her.” Hermione spat as she stomped up the stairs with no clear destination in mind.
“I can’t believe you’re swearing. I kind of like it.” Luna offered and Hermione stopped half way up the stairs and looked at the witch for a moment.
“Thanks for getting me out of there.” Hermione chuckled softly as she finally calmed down.
“Of course. Your raw magic was making my hairs stand on end. I’m sure you were about to do something accidental.” Luna offered easily in that usual gentle manner of hers.
“You could feel it?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Of course. It’s like static in the air. Can you not?” Luna tilted her head.
“I mean I could feel my own but I don’t think I’ve ever felt anyone else’s before. I’ve been really curious about Wandless magic.” Hermione offered with a slight frown the conversation she’d just had with Ginny all but forgotten.
“Me too but having had used the Wands for so long makes it extremely difficult to then channel our core magic. I can feel mine if I’m feeling any kind of emotion but I’ve not been able to find a way to release it. At least not with any kind of control.” Luna admits, pleased that Hermione was interested.
“How incredible would it be to not have to rely on wands?” Hermione murmurs softly, clearly contemplating it.
“Maybe we can work on it together? Two brains are better than one.” Luna suggested smiling.
“I think we should.” Hermione was grinning now but before they could say anything else three witches approached them from the great hall.
“Granger… feeling alright?” Pansy looked curious.
“Better now. What’s the consensus? Stark raving am I?” Hermione almost sounded bored.
“No… Draco kind of told everyone what happened to you at the Manor… between everyone disliking him a little more and being scared of you and angry at Ginny I at least seem to have gotten off Scott free.” Pansy grinned brightly.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Astoria smirked glancing at the third witch who was rather pretty.
“Hello Daphne.” Luna smiled pleasantly at the other witch and Pansy’s grin slipped when she realized the witch was glaring at her.
“Er…” Pansy shifted a little and Hermione snickered before Daphne smiled pleasantly at Luna.
“Hey Luna! Glad to be back?” Daphne asked brightly.
“Oh, quite. I’ll be happy to go see the Thestrals later. Maybe you should come.” Luna left the invitation open to all of them.
“Daph and Tori still can’t see them luckily and honestly Luna I don’t quite have the same love for hand feeding hunks of meat as you do.” Pansy’s tone was light and Hermione realized that aside from Ravenclaw and some of Gryffindor most houses seemed to really hate disappointing Luna.
“I’ll come with you. It’s not really their fault we can’t see them until we see death.” Hermione smiled gently at Luna who returned it brightly.
“Can I come too?” A fifth voice spoke and looking down the stairs the group found Ginny.
“That would be lovely.” Luna smiled at who may well have been her best friend approaching. Hermione scowled but Ginny didn’t make eye contact.
“Well this got awkward. Time for us to go.” Pansy turned and headed back down the stairs. Astoria and Daphne waved their byes and Daphne flashed a smile at Luna before shooting a glare at Hermione and was gone.
“Daphne doesn’t seem to like you.” Luna observed and Hermione looked suddenly amused.
“She’s hot for Pansy that’s why. She will be ok, I’m not interested in anything more than what I had with Pansy.” Hermione shrugged.
“Is Pansy interested? I quite like Daphne, I think she’d be a good match for Pansy.” Luna commented as the trio headed for the doors to exit the castle once again.
“Yes. She most certainly is.” Hermione chuckled.
“It really was just sex?” Ginny spoke up then.
“Yes, Ginny. I’m pretty sure I’m gay which I’m sure I’m part of is why I didn’t enjoy it with Ron. Mostly it was just because he’s a selfish arse.” Hermione huffed, annoyed.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t really have any right.” Ginny mumbled.
“It happened. It’s over. Can we move on?” Hermione wasn’t about to hold a grudge despite how mad she had been. It had a lot more to do with the situation than the subject. Ginny had decided to call her out in public after all.
“Can we?” Ginny countered as the trio made their way down to the forbidden forest.
“I suppose that’s up to you, love.” Hermione huffed, Luna seemed to be ignoring both them until she wasn’t.
“I thought you were happy with Harry.” Luna looked at Ginny who blanched before her cheeks pinked.
“I am. Hush, Luna.” Ginny grumbled but Hermione stopped forcing Ginny to stop too.
“Ginny… were you… were you interested?” Hermione asked seriously, her eyebrows raised.
“Once. Very briefly. During fifth year. But kind of not really? I don’t know.” Ginny frowned and wouldn’t look at Hermione.
“So that in there was what? Some misguided jealousy?” Hermione frowned.
“Maybe.” Ginny muttered.
“Gin, you’re my best female friend. Had you mentioned something sooner before Harry I’d have probably been interested in the experience. But I wouldn’t do that to Harry now. He loves you.” Hermione spoke gently but seriously.
“I love him too. It’s not even a question, ‘Mione. I was curious, there might have been a very mildly lingering crush there. But I don’t want to shag you… a kiss would suffice.” Ginny spoke the last rather boldly.
“My god.” Hermione huffed under her breath and stepped closer.
“You’re positive?” Hermione asked to be sure.
Ginny didn’t reply then but instead stepped forward and lifted a hand to cup Hermione's cheek. Luna watched them curiously as Ginny pressed forward and kissed Hermione lightly on the lips. They seemed to pause for a moment before pressing more firmly, Hermione opened her mouth as Ginny’s tongue traced the edge of her lip and they deepened the kiss. It seemed to really rather take on a life of its own as they melded into a full on snog right there in front of Luna in the shade of the Forbidden Forest.
“Oh.” Ginny murmured, leaning back when they needed air and even Hermione looked a little dazed.
“Thestrals are waiting.” Luna offered lightly, a small playful grin setting her features when Hermione looked over at the blonde.
“Why doesn’t kissing Harry feel like that?” Ginny asked seriously before they’d even moved.
“Because he’s a boy. Girls are softer.” Luna spoke up before Hermione could.
“She kind of has a point.” Hermione offered when Ginny just looked confused.
“But how does Luna know?” Ginny and Hermione were walking again, following Luna.
“I’ve kissed people before.” Luna shrugged.
“Since when?” Ginny sounded affronted at not knowing this.
“Since Christmas happens. Mistletoe.” Luna said it like it was obvious and Hermione snickered softly.
“Oh.” Ginny frowned a little.
“You should kiss Hermione. She’s good at it.” Ginny glanced at Hermione again.
For her part Hermione was beginning to wonder what her life was coming to. She shagged Pansy and now suddenly her best friend was kissing her and suggesting it to a good mutual friend. Hermione was somewhat perplexed by the situation but also the kiss with Ginny had been something else. It was almost disappointing that the redhead was so in love with Harry. Luna however smiled a little lazily and shrugged.
“In due time. Thestrals now.” Luna pointed ahead of them where they could see several of the large creatures milling around in the woods.
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“Harry! Ron!” Hermione called through the Three Broomstick. The boys smiled when they saw her, more so Harry than Ron, he still wasn’t quite over what had happened between them.
In the last two weeks since the outburst in the Great Hall between herself and Ginny she hadn’t really had much of it mentioned to her again. The staff left her to her own devices mostly because they knew she was still getting her work done and doing it well and she was in general a well behaved student. Ginny herself however had been lingering around Hermione more and more and if the brunette had put much thought into it she’d have decided that that was why the girls that tried to flirt with her seemed to be so chased off before anything could eventuate. Not that she really minded, she’d never really been one for the attention.
“Hey ‘Mione! How’s it going? Loving being back I’m sure.” Harry grinned as he hugged the witch. Ron simply sat down.
“It’s home I suppose. It’s been interesting though to say the least. Also I got to say… I kissed your girlfriend.” Hermione wrinkled her nose.
“She told me actually. You’ve got her all sorts of confused.” Harry just looked amused and Hermione huffed.
“Wait what? You snogged my sister? Why?” Ron spoke up then and scowled.
“Because she asked me too after we had a fight a couple of weeks ago.” Hermione frowned at the redheads reaction.
“What are you fighting about that’s leading my sister to want to snog another bird?” Ron was as confused as he was annoyed at this point and Hermione was simply done with his attitude.
“I shagged Pansy Parkinson and it got around.” Hermione stated simply. She and Harry both watched the way Ron’s face changed different shades of red.
“You what? Refused to shag me ever again but you shag that slag?” Ron grit out.
“Ron, mate. You’re missing the point…” Harry spoke, cutting off Hermione's retort which would no doubt simply incense the ginger more.
“What’s the point then?” Ron huffed looking at Harry.
“The point is Hermione doesn’t like blokes mate. She’s just now figuring that out. That's why you two wouldn’t work. Probably why she tolerates us so well.” Harry half shrugged. Ron stared for a moment and then frowned looking back to Hermione.
“You really don’t like blokes?” Ron asked seriously.
“Nah. Girls are so much softer and smell nicer. I’m sure you get it.” Hermione shrugged lightly and lifted an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah I get it. Why are you snogging my sister though? And why are you ok with it?” Ron looked confused but not angry.
“I’d be less ok with it if anyone else had told me. Ginny used to have a bit of a crush on Hermione and she took her opportunity to kiss her while she had it. That’s it. Ginny’s my girl and Hermiones my sister but they’re not looking for some sort of relationship beyond being best mates. Why would I really be mad?” Harry reasoned and Hermione smiled as the door to the inn opened and Luna walked in with Daphne and Pansy. The trio made their way along towards them.
“I think this thing belongs to you, Granger, as opposed to crashing our date.” Pansy spoke up in a somewhat bored tone.
“I definitely think this ‘thing’ needs to sit with us. Thanks.” Hermione shifted over and gently tugged Luna down into the seat.
“Sorry for intruding.” Luna spoke and Hermione wasn’t sure if she was talking about her and the boys or the girls date.
“No worries. See you later, Luna.” Daphne smiled pleasantly at Luna before glaring at Hermione. Pansy offered a bemused wave as the new couple headed out again and Harry and Ron looked confused for a moment.
“Why did Daphne look like she wanted to hold a pillow over your face?” Ron asked finally.
“Because she is jealous that Hermione slept with Pansy. Daphne has feelings for her and Pansy made it sound like Hermione was the ‘best shag’ she’d ever had. Too much pressure for Daphne.” Luna spoke up and Hermione nodded.
“That’s the gist of it. Daphne is fine. She’s just jealous though for no reason. How’d you end up with them if they’re on a date?” Hermione turned to the blonde.
“Ginny was running late and told me to come along without her. She’ll be here soon. But in the meantime a few of my housemates were being a little silly with me and Pansy and Daphne chased them off and walked me here.” Luna explained in that airy way as if nothing really bothered her.
“Good of them.” Harry spoke up then.
“Yeah. How are you, Luna?” Ron smiled what should have been a charming smile but was slightly more of a grimace when he put his elbow in butter beer that hadn’t been wiped off the table.
“I'm well thank you. How is Auror training?” Luna smiled her usually pleasant smile.
“Oh, it's great. I’m really liking it. We had to take a small written exam at the beginning and there's a bit of reading but the rest of it is practical and hands-on. I love it.” Ron offered brightly, a smile on his face now.
“That’s good.” Luna smiled and looked at Harry.
“Can I get you a drink?” Ron was laying it on thick now.
“That would be lovely.” Luna smiled, still her expression not changing. Ron eagerly got up and went to the bar to order.
“You realize he’s crackin’ on right?” Harry asked Luna curiously, the little witch grinned suddenly.
“Oh I know.” She looked rather devious. Ginny chose that moment to walk in and headed over to their table looking a little sheepish to see Harry.
“Hello Ginny.” Luna smiled warmly. Ginny smiled back and then sat beside Harry in Ron’s place.
Harry turned towards Ginny who fidgeted for a moment before clearly finding her inner lion and leaning into Harry and greeting him with a soft kiss. Or at least what was supposed to ve a soft kiss but that ended up being a rather more deep exchange. Luna watched them for a moment before glancing at Hermione who nudged her gently and indicated that Ron was on his way back with two butterbeers. Luna scooted closer to Hermione to make room for Ron who seemed to not even notice Harry and Ginny making out.
“Here you go, love.” Ron set the drink before Luna with a sweet sort of grin and took his seat beside her.
“Ease up you two. There are people trying to eat.” Ron finally interrupted the pair across from them.
Ginny and Harry parted and grinned a little bashfully at one another for getting carried away before turning to regard the others. Hermione looked at them amused before looking to Ginny who was still avoiding looking at her and now even more so. Hermione just rolled her eyes a little and got up.
“I’ll go fetch the rest of us a drink will I?” Hermione asked, giving a pointed look to Ron who blushed faintly.
“Right.” Ron muttered lightly. Hermione rolled her eyes and moved along to the bar and sat on an empty stool before looking back at the others. They were all engaged in a light chatter and Hermione felt suddenly out of place.
“Alright, love?” Rosmerta drew Hermione's attention and the witch tilted her head for a moment and offered a small smile.
“You think you could take a drink over to Harry and Ginny for me? I’m suddenly not feeling terribly social.” Hermione admitted gently.
“I can if you stay and have a drink with me instead.” Ros smiled that friendly smile that often had her patrons coming back just as much as the food and drink she offered did.
“Alright, can’t say no to that.” Hermione smiled more warmly in return now and Rosmerta went about pouring two butterbeers and a couple fingers of firewhiskey which she sat in front of Hermione.
“Trying to get me drunk, Ros?” Hermione grinned playfully.
“Will it work?” Rosmerta was flirting but more than that Hermione could see she was more on the serious side. It was because of this that Hermione chose her words carefully though she decided not to overthink it.
“I don’t think you need to.” Hermione had dropped the pitch of her tone and leaned a little closer to Rosmerta making it very clear she was receptive.
“Why don’t you take this upstairs, love? My room is the first one off the stairs. The door will let you in.” Rosmerta nudged the drink.
Hermione looked over at her friends again and noted that they were still chatting and laughing amongst each other. Looking back at Rosmerta she just smiled a little salaciously and took up the tumbler and headed for the stairs. She could feel the innkeeper watching her go until she was out of sight. On the way upstairs she had a moment to consider this. This wasn’t a quickie in an old classroom at Hogwarts with a fellow student yet she found the age difference really didn’t bother her. She supposed Rosmerta was perhaps only about 12 years older than herself and frankly the older woman had aged marvelously for her early thirties.
No, Hermione wasn’t about to pull this apart. She had found that she had wants and needs just like any other person and frankly after experiencing pleasure that did result in her own orgasm she wasn’t about to say no when a beautiful woman propositioned her. At least not someone she knew like Rosmerta who, while still rather elusive, was someone that Hermione had known for several years now. So when she made it to the top of the stairs she crossed the brief landing and pushed the door open. As Ros had said it opened and let her enter the room.
Walking in, Hermione took a moment to take it in, it was magically enhanced to be larger on the inside which made sense to Hermione as the innkeeper lived there permanently. There was a small kitchen area and an intimately small dining table, a cozy little lounge area about an ornate fireplace and mantle. There were photos on shelves and ample bookcases and off to one side not too far from a door was a large comfortable looking bed. Hermione made her way over to the bed and set down her tumbler before climbing onto it and laying back, the little witch stretched gladly.
Feeling a little bold, Hermione sat up and took her shoes and socks off, setting them by the bed on the floor before she lay back again and popped the top button on her jeans and then settling her hands on her tummy. She was rather excited and could feel her panties growing damp the longer she lay there considering the fact she was very much hoping to shag the gorgeous innkeeper. It was just as her hands were beginning to wander, now cupping her breasts through her shirt and bra, that the door quietly opened and Rosmerta stepped inside. Hermione didn’t hear her and continued to fondle herself lightly right up until she felt the bed dip and a weight settle over her thighs.
“That’s definitely a pretty sight.” Rosmerta practically purred as she leaned over the smaller witch who looked up at her with darkening eyes.
“You were taking too long.” Hermione accused lightly and only moved her hands when the innkeeper started on her blouse buttons. Hermione was suddenly glad it wasn’t yet quite cool enough to need a sweater.
“So you started without me?” Rosmerta smirked and made quick work of the shirt, Hermione lifted her upper body enough to get the shirt off completely and before she could lay back down Rosmerta had reached behind her and undone her bra as well pulling it off.
“Barely.” Hermione spoke a little breathlessly as she noted the way Ros was looking at her. She enjoyed this feeling immensely as the woman so clearly desired her.
“No matter. I’m here to finish it.” Ros was clearly distracted, she’d tossed the clothes off the edge of the bed and spanned her hands over Hermione's tummy and then let them slide up to cup Hermione's breasts. The nipples were already peaked and firm.
“Thank Merlin.” Hermione gasped out arching into the hands squeezing her breasts.
At this point Rosmerta leaned down and kissed Hermione, the younger woman pressing into it kissing the beauty back deeply in a meshing of lips and tongues while hands pinched and rolled her nipples. It felt great for Hermione but she had no plan of being a passive lover either so as she sucked lightly on the older woman’s tongue her own hands lifted to start working on what was thankfully a button down dress. Rosmerta assisted when Hermione got a little more pushy as trying to get the dress completely off of the woman.
The bra underneath the dress, a soft pink with lace over the cups, didn’t last much longer either once the dress was off. Hermione then wasted no time in lifting her hands to cup the full breasts that were only just starting to suffer the effects of gravity. They were marvelously soft and responsive though as the nipples hardened against her thumbs and Rosmerta had to break the increasingly heated kiss in order to moan her encouragement. Ros was so responsive that Hermione had to wonder briefly when the last time the woman had shared her bed was, a question she breathlessly asked a moment later.
“It’s been a while. Being a lesbian innkeeper in a village like this means I flirt far more than I ever fuck.” Rosmerta supplied breathlessly and Hermione was a little floored by the admission.
“That must be frustrating.” Hermione sat up then and urged the woman over onto the bed on her back, she moved to her knees between Rosmerta's parted thighs.
“Extremely. Occasionally I get lucky and someone like you wanders through. I’m not discontent though, don’t feel too bad.” Rosmerta was a little breathless but she didn’t complain as Hermione hooked her fingers in the woman’s knickers and peeled them off. Not even remotely embarrassed to display how soaked she already was.
“Not too bad then.” Hermione grinned as she chucked the panties over her shoulder and then ran her hands up Ros’ thighs in a teasing manner as she leaned over the witch and kissed her heatedly once again.
“Bad enough you shouldn’t tease though.” Ros mumbled against Hermione's lips and the younger woman grinned into it before breaking the kiss and leaning back looking down at the woman.
She had not yet done what she was fully planning to do and she hesitated just slightly but it was enough that Ros sat up a little and pulled the little witch back into a considerably more tender kiss. When Hermione pulled out of it this time she seemed to have considerable more courage and moved to pepper kisses down Rosmerta's neck and chest, spending just enough time to tease Ros’ nipples without frustrating the older witch and then moving lower pressing kisses and light bites over the currently panting witches soft belly. Ros propped herself up on her elbows and watched Hermione's descent.
When the younger woman moved and was settled between soft thighs the older woman groaned in mild frustration simply because it was such a pretty sight and Hermione had still yet to touch her where she needed it the most. Yet as nervous and shy as Rosmerta was expecting Hermione to be, she ended up rather surprised to find the young woman so sure of herself. With a gentle yet sure hand Hermione ran fingers over slick curls and parted the woman’s folds. There was no longer any hesitation as Hermione leaned closer and finally tasted the sopping witch.
Where Pansy had been a rather sharp yet not unpleasant flavour Rosmerta was much less tarty and rather sweeter than Hermione had expected. Pleasantly so as she lapped at the woman a few times from opening to clit before she took the woman’s clit in her mouth and sucked lightly. Maybe her favourite part of the act though was listening to the sounds Ros was making, the older woman having dropped her head back and moaned wantonly, she wasn’t quiet by any means and Hermione found it made her absolutely soak her own panties.
Before Ros could urge for more Hermione moved her hand and pushed two slender fingers into the woman’s tight pussy and curled them forward before she started a rhythm. Rosmerta was getting the louder the closer she got and Hermione was beginning to worry she’d completely ruin not just her panties but her jeans as well. Not that she would really mind though as she upped her tempo into the woman, her fingers pushing deep and dragging back over that sweet spot over and over as she licked, sucked and lightly bit at and around Ros’ clit. It was as she felt the woman clenching around her fingers that she latched onto the nub with her lips and sucked hard as she pushed her fingers deep and used a come hither motion. It was enough to have Ros clenching hard and screaming her climax as she came a gush of liquid squirting out and coating Hermione's chin and hand and dripping to the sheets below.
“Oh sweet Circe.” Rosmerta gasped out as Hermione brought her down gently and carefully pulled away.
“Alright, love?” Hermione leaned up and shifted onto her knees with a little grin.
“Cheeky witch… that was amazing.” Rosmerta reached for Hermione who easily shifted to lay alongside the witch and be pulled into a gentle kiss.
“I think it’s time I returned the favour though and get you out of those wet clothes.” Ros smirked lightly at the feeling of damp denim against her thigh.
“Yes please.” Hermione groaned softly at the reminder of how turned on she was. Ros giggled lightly and flipped over so she was on top and Hermione welcomed her gladly.