Interrupted Fantasies

A/N: Many thanks and fondles to Lotm for coming to my rescue and beta-ing this chapter for me!

Chapter Five:

Interrupted Fantasies

What Hermione hadn't heard was the faint "Alohomora" on the other side of the door before Ginny burst in.

"Hey 'Mione why'd you lock the d...oooh my GOD!" Ginny squeaked at the unexpected sight of Hermione spread lewdly on her bed. Ginny's squeal begat Hermione's. In a desperate lunge to get beneath the covers, and preserve whatever was left of her modesty, the dildo was propelled into the air. Ginny's Quidditch instincts kicking in, she automatically reached out to catch it only to yelp as she realized what she was holding and promptly dropped it to the floor again. Someone downstairs let out a blood-curdling scream and frantic footsteps were heard scurrying past the door, but all the commotion barely registered with the girls who found themselves locked in a stalemate. Neither able to look each other in the eyes, but unable to look away. Covertly, each dared glances at the other's face in an attempt to understand what they were thinking or feeling. It was Ginny who broke the tense silence when she couldn't repress a giggle as she wiped her hands on her jeans.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Hermione, trying oh so very hard not to die from embarrassment, cringing with the realization of why Ginny was wiping her hands.

Ginny replied between laughs, "Oh come on, 'Mione, you have to admit that... well this is kind of funny... in a weird, awkward, uncomfortable kind of way."

"No I don't." said Hermione stubbornly trying to hide her deepening blush as she remembered what she had been thinking about when Ginny walked in. So many thoughts were running through her head, and she couldn't seem to make sense of any of them. She felt deeply ashamed to have been caught. It wasn't as if Ginny hadn't seen her naked before. After all, they had been sharing a room at The Burrow and Grimmauld Place for several years now. However, Ginny had never seen her like this: aroused. She had never seen her nipples hard and throbbing. She had never seen what lay between her thighs, which was still swollen and dripping and, despite Hermione's silent prayers, wouldn't desist. Furthermore, she was very ashamed at the subject of her interrupted fantasies and thanked whatever deity was paying attention that Ginny didn't know Occulmency... she hoped.

"Really? You don't think this is even remotely funny? Because you should have seen the look on your face!" she giggled. "Hey look, 'Mione, It's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it. Hell, I'm surprised you haven't caught me before. Besides where'd you get that thing anyway? I've never seen one so realistic before. Mine's just plain old plastic. It's Gryffindor red and gold though!" she added with a chuckle. Realizing that Hermione wasn't going to see the humor in the situation, Ginny settled herself on the bed and began lightly stroking her back in an effort to comfort her.

"I guess you're really embarrassed about this, huh? I'm sorry. I should've knocked, but I didn't expect you to be... well for you to even have... you know." Hermione nodded in response as she clutched the covers tighter around her. Despite her embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, it felt good to have someone touch her this way... intimately. She found herself leaning into Ginny's comforting touches. They continued to sit in silence for several minutes more. Allowing each other time to get acclimated to the subtle change in their friendship.

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Nothing more was said until they were getting ready for bed later that evening as, once again, Ginny broke the thick silence. "I'm scared, 'Mione." she all but whispered, turned to face the window so that Hermione couldn't see how vulnerable she was in that moment.

"Why should you be scared?"

"I don't want to lose your friendship. All my life I've been surrounded by my brothers. I used to wish that some day you'd marry Ron so that we could truly be sisters, but now I'm not so sure. You mean so much to me, and I'm sorry for everything that's happened in the past few days. I've been foolish and stubborn and immature, and I'm sorry."

Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny from behind and whispered against her neck, "You'll never lose my friendship, Ginny. That's not even conceivable. I know that you didn't mean to walk in on me this afternoon, and really it was my fault to begin with. I should have had more self control than to play with... that in broad daylight. I'll get over my embarrassment eventually. If anything, maybe this will bring our friendship that much closer. It would be nice to have a friend that I could talk about... certain things with." Although, as the words left her mouth, Hermione couldn't imagine telling Ginny of her fantasies about the brooding professor. Perhaps that secret was best kept closely guarded.

"Thank you." Ginny said as she turned around in her arms and fervently returned the hug. Now, however, they found their faces temptingly close and could feel soft puffs of breath on each others lips. It felt so natural and right as their eyes closed, heads tilted, lips parted, and mouths sought out the soft yielding lips of the other in an intimate caress. It wasn't like anything Hermione had ever felt before. It wasn't lust, but her mind was reeling with emotions. Whatever it was, it was gentle and sweet and powerful. Her knees went weak as Ginny's moan melted on her tongue. As if of their own volition, Hermione found her hands wandering the expanse of Ginny's back. It felt soft beneath the cotton of her shirt, which her nomadic fingers quickly found their way beneath. Her moans were muffled as she nipped and sucked the sweet tender skin behind Ginny's ear and down her neck to her collar bone.

It was as if she were discovering something entirely new to her, for she had never before noticed how sensual and beautiful the female body was and she was now determined to learn everything she could about it. Her fingers splayed across the small of Ginny's back, pulling her closer so that their chests were now pressed so tightly together that she could just barely feel where Ginny's hard nipples pressed into hers. The fingers of the other hand had curled around Ginny's hip as her thumb traced along her pelvic bone. So beautiful, Hermione thought. Her fingers traced a path up along her side, the thin cotton trailing along compliantly as she journeyed northwards. Ginny's head rolled back as Hermione's thumb came to rest just below the curve of her breast and her head bent down to kiss the hard little bud jutting against the cotton. As her tongue came out to flick at it and her lips wrapped around and began to suck, Ginny's arms flew around Hermione's shoulders to keep her knees from giving way. The thin white material now clung to Ginny's nipple and Hermione delighted in the shivers and whimpers that blowing across it elicited in her friend. Her lips soon found their way to the other nipple and began teasing it to a similar state.

"Please, 'Mione. I need..." her voice trailed off as Hermione's teeth dug into her nipple and her tongue flicked across the trapped little bud.

"Tell me what you need," she purred as Ginny trembled in her arms.

"I... oh god, 'Mione. I need to feel your lips on my skin. Please." Achingly slowly, Hermione removed Ginny's shirt. In the process slowly revealing the most beautiful breasts she had ever seen. How was it that she had never noticed how perfect they were before now? Ginny's pale skin was flushed with arousal so deep you could hardly make out the scattered freckles across her chest. Her breasts were smaller than Hermione's, but very round, and her pale nipples seemed to point unnaturally upwards. She couldn't resist cupping them with her hands and testing their weight. The soft warm mounds easily filled her small hands as Ginny's hard nipple slipped between her fingers where she trapped it, much to Ginny's delight.

Leaning in to kiss Ginny again, she began pulling and gently twisting the nipples. In response, Ginny began ravishing her mouth. Teeth nipped at Hermione's bottom lip as Ginny's arms tightened around her. As the kiss deepened they shifted so that Ginny's back was pressing against the window and her bottom perched on the slight ledge. The cold glass immediately sent thrills throughout her body, and Hermione noticed her nipples tightening further and leaned over to cover them with her mouth as if to warm them up. Hermione's legs found their way between Ginny's, and each felt the damp cloth of the other's panties pressing against their thigh.

"Let me see you again." Ginny panted, her hands already tugging at the material of Hermione's nightgown. With a soft giggle, Hermione finished pulling it over her head and off. Blushing deeply when she reemerged. Even more so upon noticing Ginny's gaze riveted to the sight of her breasts bouncing with the motion. Hermione's breasts were larger. They sat full and heavy on her chest. Ginny's hands looked tiny trying to mold themselves to her breasts. Hermione moaned and arched her back into the touch, aching for more. Ginny's tentative fingers traced faint circles around her dark areola. Hermione bit her lip in an effort to maintain her self-control under Ginny's ministrations and allow her the same opportunity to play and explore as she had, but she was finding it harder and harder with each feather-light touch deliciously tormenting her. She leant her forehead against Ginny's as she panted and searched inwardly for a reserve of restraint from which she could pull. When her eyes fluttered open again, she caught the mischievous glint in Ginny's eyes.

"Ginny Weasley, don't you dare tease me at a time like this!"

"I should have known you'd be bossy in bed. Not that I'm not finding that incredibly sexy right now," she confessed as her hands found the cheeks of Hermione's ass and pulled her close again. The fleshy mounds of their breasts now pressed together, rising and falling in unison as they breathed in the subtle scent of female arousal that had since engulfed them both. Hungry mouths met again as their bodies began to move instinctively against each other. The heat of their bodies created a fog, which settled over the window pane, and the only sound that could be heard was that of soft feminine moans and the slow rhythmic slide of skin against wet glass as they reached their climax together.

~ & ~

In the dark unlit recesses of the back yard of Grimmauld Place sat Severus Snape, brooding as always. He had spent the better, or perhaps worse, part of his day avoiding impertinent questions regarding his undignified scream earlier that morning. He hadn't thought when he made his purchase that she might be clumsy enough to drop the infernal thing. It hadn't hurt so much as the mere shock of the whole episode had disturbed him. Men were not meant to feel such things. It was unnatural.

Molly had been less than helpful when he made his way into the kitchen in search of ice. A person should be able to get some ice without incurring an endless torrent of questions as to how he had hurt himself. The very question he had been dodging all day. Somehow, they did not believe he had merely stubbed his toe. Accordingly, he was relegated to transfiguring the glass of water on his bedside table into ice. A simple spell really, but the resulting block of ice was less than pleasant when applied topically, and naturally, it was wiser to avoid casting healing spells on that portion of one's anatomy unless specially trained.

It was natural for Severus to be alone. Unlike most, he did not find comfort or sanctuary in the presence of others. Instead he found such situations lead him to be surrounded by people he did not know and could not trust who, on the whole, held a very low opinion of him. Rather, his sanctuary was here in the garden hidden among the shadows of overgrown brush. As he peered at the sky through the bereft branches above, the thoughts aligned in his head much like the stars themselves: in vast nebulas of knowledge.

It seemed, however, that Miss Granger was to interrupt even this. As his gaze lingered on the façade of the old house, it was caught by a movement on the second floor. The soft angular shoulder blades of a young woman pressed against the glass. Their sinuous movement mesmerizing him as she rocked against the glass, which was quickly fogging over from her exertions. He could barely make out her hair as she leant her head back against the window, but in his imagination he could clearly see those feral brown curls framing her face. He imagined her full bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her orgasm built. He imagined her breasts rising and falling with each breath and each moan. He imagined himself there kneeling between her thighs and licking the vulnerable flesh between them. She was now no more than a shadow thrown across the pane. Not that Severus noticed this. His eyes were closed as he watched her in his imagination writhing beneath him in exquisite pleasure. He felt his cock hard beneath the fabric of his robe.

It was still sore, but he found that he rather liked the sensation...

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A few days later:

It need not be said that Ron Weasley was not looking forward to going back to school. Unlike Hermione, he did not lust for knowledge, and unlike Harry, he did not lust for approval. What he did lust for, however, was Hermione. This was how he found himself alone in her bedroom while the others went out shopping for school supplies. He hadn't meant to come in, satisfied merely to peek through the door out of mild hormonal curiosity. However, the sight of her panty drawer ajar beckoned him closer, and he soon found his hands sifting through piles of silk, satin, lace, and cotton.

That is, until his fingers hit something hard. It felt so odd among all of the delicate fabrics. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped to his chest as he pulled out Hermione's toy. It was bloody huge! Certainly bigger and thicker than he was, though not by toooo much. He momentarily felt inadequate, but those thoughts were squelched by more pressing matters. Namely, the knowledge that this had been inside of her. His mind conjured an image of her lowering herself onto it and her juices spilling from her and running in little rivers down its shaft. Ron Weasley did not have the strength to resist such temptation...