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“C’mon Hermione,” Ginny pleaded. I’ll practice my swish and flick later.”


“Oh, all right.” Hermione muttered, knowing it was useless to try to get Ginny to concentrate on her lessons when she had that particular look in her brown eyes. Just to make sure her girlfriend knew she wasn’t admitting defeat when it came to the matter of studying, she gave Ginny a practiced look of scolding. “You really must focus on your studies, Ginny. There is more to life than playing Quidditch and barely passing your classes, you know?”


“Yes, Mum,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes even as she felt the stirrings of arousal at Hermione’s prissy tone.


“I sincerely hope you’re not thinking of your Mum right now, love.” Hermione laughed softly at the cringe that crossed Ginny’s face.


“That was evil! You are such a naughty little wench,” Ginny informed her huskily. She moved closer, her fingers running along the contours of Hermione’s cheek. In what she hoped was a sexy ‘you can’t resist me so don’t even try’ whisper, she said, “Do you know what I do to naughty wenches?”


“I can imagine.” She licked her lips, eyes narrowing as she said sharply, “And I had better be the only naughty wench receiving such treatment, young lady.”


“Only you, Hermione. It’s always been you.” Ginny traced the full curves of her lover’s lips, moaning when Hermione’s tongue brushed against her finger. “Tease.”


“I challenge that accusation,” Hermione replied with a sensual smile. “A tease is someone who excites and arouses but does not carry through on promises of pleasure. I, however, have every intention of shagging you rotten before I allow you to leave this classroom. Thus the allegation that I am a tease is inaccurate and completely without merit.”


“Have I mentioned how wet I get when you start using big words and sounding all smart and sexy?” Ginny asked innocently, her smile wicked as she pressed Hermione against the desk.


“You may have mentioned that at a variety of different intervals.”


“Keep talking,” Ginny urged as she began to kiss her way down Hermione’s neck, her fingers deftly unfastening the seventh year’s robe. She gasped when she saw that Hermione was bare underneath. “Tsk, tsk, Miss Granger! What sort of example are you setting for the students when the Head Girl walks around bare arsed naked beneath her robes?”


“Miss Weasley, you speak as if I had any intention of allowing others to see me in such a state. I merely felt warm this evening after dinner and decided to cool off,” Hermione smiled sweetly.


“You’re still hot,” Ginny grinned as her fingers moved into the wet heat between Hermione’s legs. She listened to her lover whimper as she began to stroke her, two fingers slowly moving in and out as her lips kissed their way along Hermione’s collarbone. She loved Hermione’s responsive nature, the sounds she made and the way her body reacted to her touch.


“Ginevra, if you continue to proceed in such a manner.” Hermione’s voice was breathless, her head falling backwards, the threat incomplete as Ginny’s mouth enveloped her nipple. She moved to sit on the edge of the desk, thankful that she had locked the door and used a silencing charm before they had begun studying. She had been planning to seduce her lover for days, unable to get the image of shagging the redhead on a Professor’s desk out of her mind.


“God, I love your voice when I’m fucking you,” Ginny muttered before moving her head lower. “Talk to me, Hermione.”


“Your fingers feel so good inside me,” Hermione said, a slight blush crossing her cheeks as it always did when she gave in to Ginny’s desire for her to talk dirty. They had been a couple since the summer after her sixth year, becoming sexually involved a few months after their relationship had become more than just friendship, and she still got a bit embarrassed by some of the naughty things they did together. Of course, she had her own kinks that Ginny indulged so it was only fair that she give a little, also. To be quite honest, she found it rather arousing to be verbal in such a way, loving to hear the wicked words Ginny said as well as becoming more comfortable saying such things herself. “I want to feel your tongue against my cunt, Ginny. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast. Make me come, love.”


“Naughty girl,” Ginny groaned as she moved to her knees. Looking up, her eyes caught Hermione’s as she ran her tongue over the wet folds before her. “You taste so good, my pretty pet. You’re so wet for me, so responsive. Do you want to feel my fingers deep inside you, stroking the walls of your gorgeous little cunt while I lap at your juices or do you want my tongue inside you?”


“I want it all,” Hermione demanded breathlessly, her left arm supporting her weight as she leaned back on the desk, her right playing with her breasts as Ginny began to lick and suck her cunt. “Your tongue feels so good inside me, Ginny. Oh fuck, there, right there.”


Ginny listened as Hermione continued to talk, her words drifting into moans and whimpers, each sound causing her to rub her thighs together. Her knickers were soaking wet, which was nothing new when she was around the beautiful brunette writhing against her face. She got aroused listening to Hermione scold Ron and Harry for not doing their homework, watching her read by firelight, hearing her voice whether it be soft pleadings for more or sharp scolding for their fellow students. Everything about Hermione excited her in one way or another. She was thankful every day that this brilliant, lovely, devoted woman was hers, usually even finding Hermione’s faults endearing instead of annoying.


“Ow.” Hermione frowned when she felt Ginny’s fingernail scrape against her arse before slowly moving inside her.


“Sorry ‘bout that,” Ginny mumbled before carefully easing her finger into Hermione’s arse. She could feel the muscles clenching around her before they relaxed. Focusing on making her love come, she began to fuck her with her fingers, Hermione’s legs resting on her shoulders as she began to suck her swollen clit. It didn’t take long for the low whimper that signaled her lover’s release followed by the flood of juices, her hands dropping from Hermione’s arse and cunt as she lapped at the juices. She moved her fingers into her knickers, rubbing at her cunt as Hermione came. She continued licking until she felt a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away. Looking up, she felt a wave of arousal spread over her at the look in Hermione’s amber eyes.


“I never said you could touch yourself.” Hermione reprimanded her lover once she could speak without sounding like a wanton hussy. Deciding that they had played enough for the evening, she swiftly moved forward, pushing Ginny against the cold floor.


“Bloody hell, warn a girl next time,” Ginny exclaimed half-heartedly, unable to be angry when Hermione’s hands were expertly moving over her soft curves. She loved when Hermione finally let go, losing control and just feeling, knowing she was the only person who had ever seen the studious and proper witch in such a way. Soon, her clothes scattered on the floor and Hermione was tugging her to her feet. She was barely able to comprehend the fact that she had somehow only lost her left knee sock during the quick removing of her clothing as she was pushed against the desk where Hermione had just been sitting.


Kissing Ginny as she settled her against the desk, she tasted herself mixed with the flavor of chocolate, pumpkin juice, and Ginny. Hands tangled in her hair as she began to knead the redhead’s arse, breaking the kiss as she felt legs wrap around her waist. Ginny began to rub against her bare stomach, her arm moving behind her lover to rest on her shoulder as she lifted her slightly from the desk, moving into a position that gave a bit more friction.


She began brushing kisses along Hermione’s cheeks and chin as she tried to alleviate the tension in her cunt, needing release in almost the same way as she needed oxygen or Hermione. Hermione moaned as her head fell back, her fingers tightening their grip on her thick brown curls as she began to beg softly. “Please, Hermione. Fuck me. I need you.”


“I love it when you beg,” Hermione whispered in her ear before her hand dropped from her shoulder and slid between their bodies. Her thumb found Ginny’s clit, rubbing fiercely as their bodies moved together. “Come for me, love. Scream my name.”


“Feels so good. So close,” Ginny moaned desperately, her head falling forward to rest on Hermione’s shoulder, her breathing becoming more ragged as she felt a familiar tension begin to build. Their bodies were flushed and sweaty, the scent of sex thick in the stale air of the classroom, both girls oblivious to the cool dampness of the room as they lost themselves in one another.


Hermione moved Ginny back until the redhead was lying on the desk, papers scattered on the floor around them, ink dripping across the desk as Ginny’s arm knocked it over. She nibbled on the small birthmark above Ginny’s left breast, pulling Ginny closer to the edge of the desk. Stilling rubbing their bodies together, she began to suck her lover’s breast as she moved her thumb with more force. It wasn’t long before legs tightened around her waist and she heard the soft cry of her name, Ginny’s body thrashing beneath hers as her fingers moved inside her wet cunt. Hermione continued fucking her lover, working her body through her orgasm as she caught her lips in a passionate kiss.


Afterwards, they both rested on the desk, Hermione not even noticing the ink that was staining her arm as she lazily exchanged tender kisses with her lover. Both were reluctant to leave the privacy of the locked classroom to return to the noisy common room, deciding after a silent discussion and many more kisses that they could ‘study’ a bit longer without being missed.


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