Bed Rest, Hr/G
I don't do too many posts anymore (though that may change). In any case, here's a recent writing for femmefest.
Title: Bed Rest
Rating: R, for Language and Sex
Pairing(s): Ginny/Hermione
Summary: Ginny is injured while playing Quidditch and, after three days in bed calls Hermione back from the office one afternoon for a good time.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,899
“Bloody hell,” she thought.
Wincing again as she moved towards her big bed, Ginny couldn’t help but flash back to just a few hours ago. She’d been a hundred feet up and surrounded by forty thousand cheering fans as her Firebolt carried her around the stadium. It was a lovely feeling; she relished it every time she mounted up, for the Harpies or otherwise. She was in her rookie year and they were already calling her the spark they’d needed. With her as seeker they’d made an impossible rise through the ranks of the British and Irish League and were headed, it seemed, for the Championship match. With the end of the regular season less than a week away, all they had to do was hold on. This wasn’t what the Falmouth Falcons, who were two games back in the Western Division had in mind.
“Let us break a few heads,“ she scoffed, reminded suddenly of the Falcons’ motto.
Ginny had caught the snitch and added another game to their lead, all but sealing the Falcons’ fate, but not before one of the opposing beaters had send a bludger with a multiplicative charm set on it directly for her. The charm was a clear foul, but it didn’t change the fact that she’d been hit precisely seven times in quick succession right after she’d wrapped her fingers around the little golden globe. With the match won, Ginny had fallen dozens of feet to earth and only Gwenog’s speedy levitation charm had kept her from literally shattering every bone in her body. As it was, she’d be out for the rest of the regular season to be sure. Madam Pomfrey, or any proficient MediWizard for that matter, could mend a bone in a heartbeat. But mending twenty or more various breaks and fractures required time in bed. Or at least not spent on a broom the next day. Reaching the large bed, she promptly fell asleep, even though it was only the middle of the afternoon.
***
Several hours later a disoriented Ginny awoke to a loud pop in the front sitting room of her flat and some heavy crashing and banging.
“Gin! Where are you?” came a loud voice from the hall.
“In here,” Ginny shouted back as Hermione stumbled into the doorway shedding her jacket and shoes as she went. “How was your day?”
Hermione started in. “Oh, you know. It’s the Ministry. Something’s always up. This week I’ve been working with the Goblin Liaison Office to try and calm down the staff at Gringotts. The ministry has been rightfully worried about the bank’s protection ever since Harry, Ron, and I broke in during seventh year. We’ve suggested everything we can think of but the goblins refuse any suggestion that involves them giving up control of….are you all right? You look bloody awful.”
“Nothing a few days in bed won’t cure,” Ginny said, trying to sound cheerful. She winced as she said this though and, as suspected, Hermione wasn’t buying.
“What happened? I know you had that match against the Falcons today. How’d it go?”
“We won,” Ginny grimaced. “But not before the Falcons’ beaters pummeled me within and inch of my life. MediWizard said I’d broken more bones at once than he’d ever seen. And that’s not even talking about the bruises. I’m all patched up as far as healing the breaks and fractures, but I’m supposed to stay in bed for the next three days.”
“But you’re about to go to the Championship, right?” Hermione asked earnestly. She still didn’t follow Quidditch the way Harry and Ron did. But when your girlfriend was the up and coming seeker on the best team in Wales you learned at least a bit.
“Yeah. Last regular season match is three days from now. The Championship is a week after that. I ought to be out of bed by then, but whether I can get back on a broom to play or not…it’s touch and go,” Ginny offered. She was furious that she might miss the League Championship. All because the bloody Falcons didn’t know when to quit.
“Well, you just stay there then, love. I’ll go and make dinner,” Hermione offered. “We’ve still got some treacle tart left over and I’ll do my best with Molly’s famous pot roast. Sound good?”
Ginny thought it did. Even though Hermione wasn’t exactly the best cook in the world.
“Oh, it does,” Ginny said honestly.
With that she laid back. Hermione began to strip out of her business robes, throwing them in the hamper next to the wardrobe. She opened a drawer and deposited her bra before grabbing a grubby tee and a slowly dying pair of jeans. Pulling the top over her head, her breasts strained the fabric a bit. This had been one of Ginny’s originally. Ginny smiled.
“And what was that for?” Hermione asked in a way that suggested she already knew the answer.
“Oh nothing. I’ll just be here. If you need any help with dinner feel free to ask,” Ginny replied.
“No. You stay there. You’re not supposed to get out of bed, remember?”
The rest of the night was as good as it could have been when you’d been a heap of broken bones not twelve hours before. The pot roast was excellent (Hermione had been practicing) and treacle tart was better the second time around anyway. Hermione had done the work in the kitchen, flatly refusing help from Ginny. Really it was appreciated, but Ginny felt bad. They normally shared the work, both the cooking and the cleaning up, but Hermione was having none of it. Dinner was served in bed that night. Who could complain about that?
***
Ginny slept in fits and starts. It seemed every time she rolled over she’d find another bruise and the little shock of pain would jerk her back into the waking world. She was already a bit loopy with the anti-pain charm, so unfortunately there wasn’t much more to do than try and drift back to sleep.
She woke again in the early morning when Hermione shifted to get out of their rather large bed. She was quite used to her lover leaving early in the morning. After all, the Ministry expected office and department heads to be punctual, but it seemed a bit early all the same.
“Mione? It’s bloody early,” Ginny mumbled, still half asleep. She pulled on the duvet to get covered back up.
“It is, yes. But you need breakfast before I’m off. I’ll not be coming home to find out of you’ve made all this worse by bandying about in the kitchen after I’ve left,” Hermione replied. “You just wait there, missy. I’ll have your food in a few minutes. Oh, I nearly forgot the anti-pain charm,” waving her wand in a casual motion, the curly-haired witch muttered, “Dismorsus. Now stay there!”
Not wishing to upset Hermione before she even got to work, Ginny did as she was told. Besides, even with the newly refreshed pain killer charm, moving hurt. She did manage to crawl out of bed long enough to make it to the loo and change her shirt and knickers, but that was it. As she was climbing back into the overstuffed queen, Hermione returned with a tray.
“There. Toast with orange marmalade, porridge, an apple from the bin, and a steaming mug of Lady Grey.” Ginny was starting to think she needed to get injured more often. This was her favorite breakfast, especially the tea.
“You are wonderful,” she replied, looking straight into Hermione’s eyes. “Now go ahead and get dressed. I don’t want you late for work on my account.”
This was going to be fun. Ginny was usually still asleep when Hermione left for work. But she had always gotten a bit of pleasure from watching her amore dress. At first, the business attire so common at the Ministry had been a turn off. Ginny had always been very casual herself, but there was something she’d come to love about Hermione’s work clothes. One would never accuse Hermione of being ‘prim and proper’, at least not anymore. But her business dress had a certain romantic femme feeling to it that made Ginny hot just thinking about it. The modest heels, the pencil skirts, the blouses that invariably came with extra ruffles, or a bow tied at just the right place on the neck. It was all very sexy, but in a serious and understated way that had grown on Ginny only recently.
Now dressed, Hermione was ready to leave. She shrugged on her shorter black robes over the ensemble, grabbed the bag/briefcase she always carried, and planted a kiss on Ginny’s forehead. “Now you stay in bed as much as you can. I’ll pop back in for lunch since you’re bed-bound. And stay out of trouble Gin,” she said with a smile. She knew well the sorts of trouble a bored Ginny Weasley could get herself into.
A few moments later and Ginny heard the tell tale pop from their sitting room. She was alone again.
“I guess I should try and get some more rest,” Ginny mumbled to herself.
She realized that sleep would be important if she had the faintest hope of being strong enough to play by the championship. And playing was all she wanted to do right now. She busied herself with a note to her mother for a few minutes, knowing that if Molly heard about what had happened yesterday from anyone else first there’d be trouble. With the note finished and folded, she snapped her fingers and called for Lugus. The tiny screech owl, one of the first things Ginny had bought with her Quidditch pay, was a rich rust color over most of his body. He had bright, intelligent, golden eyes, and he was brilliant with the post, as long as it wasn’t anything too large. She attached the letter to the small owl’s leg.
“Take this to mum. She’ll want to know how I’m doing.” She handed the owl a treat, and then waved her wand to open the clearstory window wide enough for him to be on his way. With that taken care of, Ginny slowly fell into the deep sleep she’d been unable to find the night before.
***
Ginny woke again, a few hours later when Hermione returned for lunch. She felt better after having found the sleep she so desperately needed.
“How do you feel, love?” Hermione queried.
“I got some sleep after you left. I’m starting to feel better, but another pain killer wouldn’t go wrong,” Ginny replied. Hermione nodded. She withdrew her wand from her robes and waved it again.
“That better?” Hermione asked. “Let me set down my bag and I’ll get started on lunch.”
With that, she set the bag down at the foot of the bed and headed out into the flat. Meanwhile, Ginny busied herself. She crawled out of bed again and made a stop on the toilet. Finished, she donned the jeans Hermione had left on the bedroom floor the night before and then padded out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. As she passed the sofa, Hermione looked up from what she was doing.
“Ginevra Weasley, get back to bed,” Hermione scolded in a faux stern voice.
Ginny grinned at her.
“I can last long enough to help you make some lunch. I’ll get back to bed when you go back to work,” she replied, popping a couple slices of bread in the toaster.
“Oh, alright. But you stay put once I’m gone,” Hermione said.
“You have my word as a seeker,” Ginny replied. Giggling a bit, she leaned in to plant a peck on Hermione’s cheek and dropped the knife she was holding in the process. “Shit. Now there’s mayonnaise everywhere.” She grabbed a towel and wiped down the counter before continuing to construct her caprisi. “Mmm. Toasted bread, tomato, basil, mayo and mozzarella. Nice and warm. Good stuff.”
The lunchtime visit from her girlfriend left Ginny feeling better than she had the day before, but all too soon Hermione had to return to the Ministry. As the familiar pop sounded once more, Ginny finished the lunch clean-up and headed back to the bedroom.
***
This pattern continued for the next two days. Ginny spent most of her time in bed sleeping, reading, or studying more Quidditch moves. She received a note from Molly reminding her that she’d been right, that Quidditch was dangerous and that she disapproved. Ginny didn’t much mind. She knew that even though her mother might have preferred she work at the Ministry like Hermione, or in some safe office job somewhere, she was still proud of her. Hermione made a point of doing the cooking and picking up. She stopped in often to check up on Ginny and to make sure she was staying in bed.
By day three, Ginny was getting restless. There wasn’t anything on telly in the middle of the afternoon, and it had never really held her attention the way it did for Muggles anyway. She had run out of ways to play the Falcons game over in her head, and the ceiling held considerably less interest than the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. She was feeling better, but by no means up to 100%. What she was feeling was randy. She could just go the quick and dirty route and use her hand, or her wand. But she wanted Hermione. Grinning, a plan formed in Ginny’s mind. She already felt guilty. With a flick of her wand a fire appeared in the bedroom grate. She took a pinch of emerald powder out of the urn on the mantle and tossed it into the fire. “Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione Granger,” Ginny stated clearly as she stuck her head, flaming hair and all, into the flames in the grate.
The world swirled around her for a moment as grate after grate flew by. First she caught glimpses of flats similar to her own, but then more and more offices as her head approached its destination at the Ministry. Then she saw the one she was looking for. Every time she did this it felt a little strange. Addressing a witch or wizard from grate-level was always an awkward experience. Ginny cleared her throat.
“Hem hem. Uhh…Colin? Colin?” The mousy haired wizard behind the desk on the other side of the room jumped.
“Oh! Ms. Weasley! What can I do for you?” he replied, after composing himself.
“Uhh…” Ginny started. She never felt right being Ms. Weasley. “Is Hermione around?”
“Ms. Granger is in her office actually. Do you want me to get her for you?” Colin said.
“If you would? I need a private moment with her if that’s okay,” Ginny said sheepishly.
“Of course,” Colin said, trying to not look intrigued.
He walked away from the fireplace and opened the wood paneled door behind his desk. Ginny heard him speaking to someone she presumed was Hermione, but she couldn’t hear exactly what was said with the fire roaring in her ears. A moment later, Hermione appeared. She asked Colin to step outside for a moment and then approached the hearth.
“What is it Gin?” Hermione said.
“I…need you if it’s not too much trouble,” Ginny replied, trying to keep a grin off her face.
“I’ve got another meeting with the Gringotts goblins later this afternoon, but I guess I could reschedule it if you need me to,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “Several people in the office were pretty pleased with the catch you made the other day. You’re gaining fans every day it seems.”
“I’d appreciate it if you would,” Ginny told her. “See you back here in ten?”
“Fifteen,” Hermione responded. “I’ve got to finish up a report on cauldron tampering first. It’ll be quick. I promise.” Ginny blew a kiss and wrenched her head back out of the fireplace.
She coughed a couple of times to clear her throat and then busied herself. It wouldn’t do to look too put together like she’d been up and about, but she wanted to look attractive at least and three days in bed wasn’t conducive to that. She ran to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and brush her teeth as well. She found the tank that made her breasts look their best, changed into a pair of panties she knew Hermione approved of, and eased herself back into the bed just scant seconds before the pop sounded from the sitting room once more. She sat up trying to look attentive and innocent as Hermione entered the bedroom.
“Alright Gin, I’m here,” Hermione started as she opened the door. “What is…oh. I know what you’re up to Miss Weasley,” Hermione suggested as she caught a view of her girlfriend presenting herself perhaps a bit too readily. “You know I have important work to do at the office Ginny. I can’t…I have to…we can’t make this a regular thing,” she finished rather lamely.
It was clearly not what she had been planning on saying. She reached up with one hand to undo her hair and started tugging on her blouse with the other as she approached the bed. Before the bow at her throat could come undone, Ginny stopped her.
“Ah ah…leave it,” Ginny started. “I like the office wear. Really.”
“Oh do you?” Hermione replied. “Well, it’ll have to come off sooner or later if you’re after what I think you are.”
“Well, okay. I like it, but I like taking it off myself even more,” Ginny confessed as Hermione reached the bed. She reached up to let down her partner’s hair. With the center clip removed the curly brown tresses reacted once again to gravity’s influence and fell lithely to Hermione’s shoulders. Next Ginny reached for the bow and tugged. It too fell apart and she began unbuttoning the richly colored fabric.
“You’ve got to take it easy though Gin,” Hermione reminded her. “I want you to be able to make it for that game. And I’d hate to be the reason you don’t. Gentle. We can’t go like we did after Luna’s wedding.”
Ginny just nodded her agreement, remembering what was, perhaps, the roughest sex she’d ever experienced. By now she had fully unbuttoned Hermione’s top revealing two black, lacy cups underneath restraining a gorgeous pair. It wasn’t exactly the first thing that had drawn Ginny to Hermione. But it certainly hadn’t hurt. Hermione shrugged off the blouse onto the floor and reached for the hem of Ginny’s tank. Pulling upward, Ginny’s own breasts popped free of their fabric confinement. She was glad to see Ginny was already enjoying herself.
Moments later, Ginny reached around behind Hermione and with a flick of her wrist, her breasts were free as well. The amount of clothes being worn in the room was still too great. Having warmed themselves up, both women rapidly shucked the rest of their clothing. Ginny tucked her thumbs under the waistband of the panties she’d donned not fifteen minutes before and pushed them over her hips and down her slender legs. Hermione unbuttoned her skirt and let it pool on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and then offered her legs to Ginny. Ginny obliged and began stripping them of stockings one at a time. She started with Hermione’s right leg and brushed against her crotch as she reached for the top of the stocking and began rolling the silk carefully down the buttery smooth leg it encased. Continuing with the left, she showed the same care; careful not to hurt her girlfriend and careful not to put runs in a pair of new stockings.
Divested of all clothing, Ginny took her in girlfriend’s form. She was beautiful. Her iconic brown curls hung to her breasts allowing just a peek at the soft mounds. Her body was neither thin nor fat. She had curves in all the places that Ginny believed a woman should have them. A not superbly rounded tummy succeeded her breasts, flowing into shapely hips and a bum that was simultaneously firm and full. Shapely legs that looked just as good out of the stockings as they had in them moments ago finished the picture. As she finished examining the prize won through her hard scheming, Hermione placed a palm flat in the middle of Ginny’s chest and pushed. She fell backward on the bed with a little “Ooh!” of surprise where her head hit the pillow. At the same moment, Hermione’s lips met her right nipple.
“Oh! You know what I needed after three days in bed,” Ginny half-moaned.
She squirmed a bit on the overstuffed bed as Hermione worked her tongue around her areola again. She was as fabulous with her tongue as she was with so many other things. Working her girl up into a state, Hermione swapped breasts and continued to pay attention to the right one with her hand. Sensation doubled, Ginny moaned again. She still hurt, but could hardly feel it now with her mind on so many other, better sensations. Concentrating hard on Hermione’s ministrations, she was becoming more aroused than she’d been in quite some time. Not content to simply receive however, Ginny gently pushed on Hermione’s shoulder and let her girlfriend know she wanted to roll over. Normally, she would have simply forced the roll, but Hermione’s insistence that they be gentle still weighed slightly in her mind. Now finding herself on top, Ginny planted her lips on her mate’s. With access already granted, her tongue mingled with Hermione’s as they found a mutual détente somewhere in the middle. Breaking off, she continued her oral explorations down Hermione’s chin to her neck where she knew the brunette had a sweet spot that elicited both pleasure and a fair amount of giggling. It usually took a few moments to find it however. Groping with her lips and tongue from jaw to collarbone, she found it. Jackpot! No sooner had she laid lips on it than Hermione began squirming.
“Gi...Gin! You know that tickles!” she managed to force out between giggles.
“I know, my love. But I love the way you react,” Ginny replied before moving her tongue a bit lower to comply with Hermione’s feelings on the subject.
***
Stamina was on their side and there would be no dinner for the couple until very late that evening. Ginny was feeling well enough to help out and the couple cooked together as one day advanced into the next. The next morning Hermione woke and dressed as usual and left for work, a bit more tired than usual. Ginny awoke several hours later. She slipped out of bed and dressed slowly in something comfortable. She’d only been on the team a season, but it already felt like her Harpies sweatshirt was her oldest and most loved piece of clothing. She finished readying herself by running a brush though her hair and making certain her teeth were clean. She hadn’t left the flat in days and was definitely pleased to be going out, if only to have her follow-up with the team’s MediWizard. As she apparated from the flat, she mentally crossed her fingers that all would be well and she’d see the inside of the pitch on Championship day.
Title: Bed Rest
Rating: R, for Language and Sex
Pairing(s): Ginny/Hermione
Summary: Ginny is injured while playing Quidditch and, after three days in bed calls Hermione back from the office one afternoon for a good time.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,899
“Bloody hell,” she thought.
Wincing again as she moved towards her big bed, Ginny couldn’t help but flash back to just a few hours ago. She’d been a hundred feet up and surrounded by forty thousand cheering fans as her Firebolt carried her around the stadium. It was a lovely feeling; she relished it every time she mounted up, for the Harpies or otherwise. She was in her rookie year and they were already calling her the spark they’d needed. With her as seeker they’d made an impossible rise through the ranks of the British and Irish League and were headed, it seemed, for the Championship match. With the end of the regular season less than a week away, all they had to do was hold on. This wasn’t what the Falmouth Falcons, who were two games back in the Western Division had in mind.
“Let us break a few heads,“ she scoffed, reminded suddenly of the Falcons’ motto.
Ginny had caught the snitch and added another game to their lead, all but sealing the Falcons’ fate, but not before one of the opposing beaters had send a bludger with a multiplicative charm set on it directly for her. The charm was a clear foul, but it didn’t change the fact that she’d been hit precisely seven times in quick succession right after she’d wrapped her fingers around the little golden globe. With the match won, Ginny had fallen dozens of feet to earth and only Gwenog’s speedy levitation charm had kept her from literally shattering every bone in her body. As it was, she’d be out for the rest of the regular season to be sure. Madam Pomfrey, or any proficient MediWizard for that matter, could mend a bone in a heartbeat. But mending twenty or more various breaks and fractures required time in bed. Or at least not spent on a broom the next day. Reaching the large bed, she promptly fell asleep, even though it was only the middle of the afternoon.
***
Several hours later a disoriented Ginny awoke to a loud pop in the front sitting room of her flat and some heavy crashing and banging.
“Gin! Where are you?” came a loud voice from the hall.
“In here,” Ginny shouted back as Hermione stumbled into the doorway shedding her jacket and shoes as she went. “How was your day?”
Hermione started in. “Oh, you know. It’s the Ministry. Something’s always up. This week I’ve been working with the Goblin Liaison Office to try and calm down the staff at Gringotts. The ministry has been rightfully worried about the bank’s protection ever since Harry, Ron, and I broke in during seventh year. We’ve suggested everything we can think of but the goblins refuse any suggestion that involves them giving up control of….are you all right? You look bloody awful.”
“Nothing a few days in bed won’t cure,” Ginny said, trying to sound cheerful. She winced as she said this though and, as suspected, Hermione wasn’t buying.
“What happened? I know you had that match against the Falcons today. How’d it go?”
“We won,” Ginny grimaced. “But not before the Falcons’ beaters pummeled me within and inch of my life. MediWizard said I’d broken more bones at once than he’d ever seen. And that’s not even talking about the bruises. I’m all patched up as far as healing the breaks and fractures, but I’m supposed to stay in bed for the next three days.”
“But you’re about to go to the Championship, right?” Hermione asked earnestly. She still didn’t follow Quidditch the way Harry and Ron did. But when your girlfriend was the up and coming seeker on the best team in Wales you learned at least a bit.
“Yeah. Last regular season match is three days from now. The Championship is a week after that. I ought to be out of bed by then, but whether I can get back on a broom to play or not…it’s touch and go,” Ginny offered. She was furious that she might miss the League Championship. All because the bloody Falcons didn’t know when to quit.
“Well, you just stay there then, love. I’ll go and make dinner,” Hermione offered. “We’ve still got some treacle tart left over and I’ll do my best with Molly’s famous pot roast. Sound good?”
Ginny thought it did. Even though Hermione wasn’t exactly the best cook in the world.
“Oh, it does,” Ginny said honestly.
With that she laid back. Hermione began to strip out of her business robes, throwing them in the hamper next to the wardrobe. She opened a drawer and deposited her bra before grabbing a grubby tee and a slowly dying pair of jeans. Pulling the top over her head, her breasts strained the fabric a bit. This had been one of Ginny’s originally. Ginny smiled.
“And what was that for?” Hermione asked in a way that suggested she already knew the answer.
“Oh nothing. I’ll just be here. If you need any help with dinner feel free to ask,” Ginny replied.
“No. You stay there. You’re not supposed to get out of bed, remember?”
The rest of the night was as good as it could have been when you’d been a heap of broken bones not twelve hours before. The pot roast was excellent (Hermione had been practicing) and treacle tart was better the second time around anyway. Hermione had done the work in the kitchen, flatly refusing help from Ginny. Really it was appreciated, but Ginny felt bad. They normally shared the work, both the cooking and the cleaning up, but Hermione was having none of it. Dinner was served in bed that night. Who could complain about that?
***
Ginny slept in fits and starts. It seemed every time she rolled over she’d find another bruise and the little shock of pain would jerk her back into the waking world. She was already a bit loopy with the anti-pain charm, so unfortunately there wasn’t much more to do than try and drift back to sleep.
She woke again in the early morning when Hermione shifted to get out of their rather large bed. She was quite used to her lover leaving early in the morning. After all, the Ministry expected office and department heads to be punctual, but it seemed a bit early all the same.
“Mione? It’s bloody early,” Ginny mumbled, still half asleep. She pulled on the duvet to get covered back up.
“It is, yes. But you need breakfast before I’m off. I’ll not be coming home to find out of you’ve made all this worse by bandying about in the kitchen after I’ve left,” Hermione replied. “You just wait there, missy. I’ll have your food in a few minutes. Oh, I nearly forgot the anti-pain charm,” waving her wand in a casual motion, the curly-haired witch muttered, “Dismorsus. Now stay there!”
Not wishing to upset Hermione before she even got to work, Ginny did as she was told. Besides, even with the newly refreshed pain killer charm, moving hurt. She did manage to crawl out of bed long enough to make it to the loo and change her shirt and knickers, but that was it. As she was climbing back into the overstuffed queen, Hermione returned with a tray.
“There. Toast with orange marmalade, porridge, an apple from the bin, and a steaming mug of Lady Grey.” Ginny was starting to think she needed to get injured more often. This was her favorite breakfast, especially the tea.
“You are wonderful,” she replied, looking straight into Hermione’s eyes. “Now go ahead and get dressed. I don’t want you late for work on my account.”
This was going to be fun. Ginny was usually still asleep when Hermione left for work. But she had always gotten a bit of pleasure from watching her amore dress. At first, the business attire so common at the Ministry had been a turn off. Ginny had always been very casual herself, but there was something she’d come to love about Hermione’s work clothes. One would never accuse Hermione of being ‘prim and proper’, at least not anymore. But her business dress had a certain romantic femme feeling to it that made Ginny hot just thinking about it. The modest heels, the pencil skirts, the blouses that invariably came with extra ruffles, or a bow tied at just the right place on the neck. It was all very sexy, but in a serious and understated way that had grown on Ginny only recently.
Now dressed, Hermione was ready to leave. She shrugged on her shorter black robes over the ensemble, grabbed the bag/briefcase she always carried, and planted a kiss on Ginny’s forehead. “Now you stay in bed as much as you can. I’ll pop back in for lunch since you’re bed-bound. And stay out of trouble Gin,” she said with a smile. She knew well the sorts of trouble a bored Ginny Weasley could get herself into.
A few moments later and Ginny heard the tell tale pop from their sitting room. She was alone again.
“I guess I should try and get some more rest,” Ginny mumbled to herself.
She realized that sleep would be important if she had the faintest hope of being strong enough to play by the championship. And playing was all she wanted to do right now. She busied herself with a note to her mother for a few minutes, knowing that if Molly heard about what had happened yesterday from anyone else first there’d be trouble. With the note finished and folded, she snapped her fingers and called for Lugus. The tiny screech owl, one of the first things Ginny had bought with her Quidditch pay, was a rich rust color over most of his body. He had bright, intelligent, golden eyes, and he was brilliant with the post, as long as it wasn’t anything too large. She attached the letter to the small owl’s leg.
“Take this to mum. She’ll want to know how I’m doing.” She handed the owl a treat, and then waved her wand to open the clearstory window wide enough for him to be on his way. With that taken care of, Ginny slowly fell into the deep sleep she’d been unable to find the night before.
***
Ginny woke again, a few hours later when Hermione returned for lunch. She felt better after having found the sleep she so desperately needed.
“How do you feel, love?” Hermione queried.
“I got some sleep after you left. I’m starting to feel better, but another pain killer wouldn’t go wrong,” Ginny replied. Hermione nodded. She withdrew her wand from her robes and waved it again.
“That better?” Hermione asked. “Let me set down my bag and I’ll get started on lunch.”
With that, she set the bag down at the foot of the bed and headed out into the flat. Meanwhile, Ginny busied herself. She crawled out of bed again and made a stop on the toilet. Finished, she donned the jeans Hermione had left on the bedroom floor the night before and then padded out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. As she passed the sofa, Hermione looked up from what she was doing.
“Ginevra Weasley, get back to bed,” Hermione scolded in a faux stern voice.
Ginny grinned at her.
“I can last long enough to help you make some lunch. I’ll get back to bed when you go back to work,” she replied, popping a couple slices of bread in the toaster.
“Oh, alright. But you stay put once I’m gone,” Hermione said.
“You have my word as a seeker,” Ginny replied. Giggling a bit, she leaned in to plant a peck on Hermione’s cheek and dropped the knife she was holding in the process. “Shit. Now there’s mayonnaise everywhere.” She grabbed a towel and wiped down the counter before continuing to construct her caprisi. “Mmm. Toasted bread, tomato, basil, mayo and mozzarella. Nice and warm. Good stuff.”
The lunchtime visit from her girlfriend left Ginny feeling better than she had the day before, but all too soon Hermione had to return to the Ministry. As the familiar pop sounded once more, Ginny finished the lunch clean-up and headed back to the bedroom.
***
This pattern continued for the next two days. Ginny spent most of her time in bed sleeping, reading, or studying more Quidditch moves. She received a note from Molly reminding her that she’d been right, that Quidditch was dangerous and that she disapproved. Ginny didn’t much mind. She knew that even though her mother might have preferred she work at the Ministry like Hermione, or in some safe office job somewhere, she was still proud of her. Hermione made a point of doing the cooking and picking up. She stopped in often to check up on Ginny and to make sure she was staying in bed.
By day three, Ginny was getting restless. There wasn’t anything on telly in the middle of the afternoon, and it had never really held her attention the way it did for Muggles anyway. She had run out of ways to play the Falcons game over in her head, and the ceiling held considerably less interest than the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. She was feeling better, but by no means up to 100%. What she was feeling was randy. She could just go the quick and dirty route and use her hand, or her wand. But she wanted Hermione. Grinning, a plan formed in Ginny’s mind. She already felt guilty. With a flick of her wand a fire appeared in the bedroom grate. She took a pinch of emerald powder out of the urn on the mantle and tossed it into the fire. “Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione Granger,” Ginny stated clearly as she stuck her head, flaming hair and all, into the flames in the grate.
The world swirled around her for a moment as grate after grate flew by. First she caught glimpses of flats similar to her own, but then more and more offices as her head approached its destination at the Ministry. Then she saw the one she was looking for. Every time she did this it felt a little strange. Addressing a witch or wizard from grate-level was always an awkward experience. Ginny cleared her throat.
“Hem hem. Uhh…Colin? Colin?” The mousy haired wizard behind the desk on the other side of the room jumped.
“Oh! Ms. Weasley! What can I do for you?” he replied, after composing himself.
“Uhh…” Ginny started. She never felt right being Ms. Weasley. “Is Hermione around?”
“Ms. Granger is in her office actually. Do you want me to get her for you?” Colin said.
“If you would? I need a private moment with her if that’s okay,” Ginny said sheepishly.
“Of course,” Colin said, trying to not look intrigued.
He walked away from the fireplace and opened the wood paneled door behind his desk. Ginny heard him speaking to someone she presumed was Hermione, but she couldn’t hear exactly what was said with the fire roaring in her ears. A moment later, Hermione appeared. She asked Colin to step outside for a moment and then approached the hearth.
“What is it Gin?” Hermione said.
“I…need you if it’s not too much trouble,” Ginny replied, trying to keep a grin off her face.
“I’ve got another meeting with the Gringotts goblins later this afternoon, but I guess I could reschedule it if you need me to,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “Several people in the office were pretty pleased with the catch you made the other day. You’re gaining fans every day it seems.”
“I’d appreciate it if you would,” Ginny told her. “See you back here in ten?”
“Fifteen,” Hermione responded. “I’ve got to finish up a report on cauldron tampering first. It’ll be quick. I promise.” Ginny blew a kiss and wrenched her head back out of the fireplace.
She coughed a couple of times to clear her throat and then busied herself. It wouldn’t do to look too put together like she’d been up and about, but she wanted to look attractive at least and three days in bed wasn’t conducive to that. She ran to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and brush her teeth as well. She found the tank that made her breasts look their best, changed into a pair of panties she knew Hermione approved of, and eased herself back into the bed just scant seconds before the pop sounded from the sitting room once more. She sat up trying to look attentive and innocent as Hermione entered the bedroom.
“Alright Gin, I’m here,” Hermione started as she opened the door. “What is…oh. I know what you’re up to Miss Weasley,” Hermione suggested as she caught a view of her girlfriend presenting herself perhaps a bit too readily. “You know I have important work to do at the office Ginny. I can’t…I have to…we can’t make this a regular thing,” she finished rather lamely.
It was clearly not what she had been planning on saying. She reached up with one hand to undo her hair and started tugging on her blouse with the other as she approached the bed. Before the bow at her throat could come undone, Ginny stopped her.
“Ah ah…leave it,” Ginny started. “I like the office wear. Really.”
“Oh do you?” Hermione replied. “Well, it’ll have to come off sooner or later if you’re after what I think you are.”
“Well, okay. I like it, but I like taking it off myself even more,” Ginny confessed as Hermione reached the bed. She reached up to let down her partner’s hair. With the center clip removed the curly brown tresses reacted once again to gravity’s influence and fell lithely to Hermione’s shoulders. Next Ginny reached for the bow and tugged. It too fell apart and she began unbuttoning the richly colored fabric.
“You’ve got to take it easy though Gin,” Hermione reminded her. “I want you to be able to make it for that game. And I’d hate to be the reason you don’t. Gentle. We can’t go like we did after Luna’s wedding.”
Ginny just nodded her agreement, remembering what was, perhaps, the roughest sex she’d ever experienced. By now she had fully unbuttoned Hermione’s top revealing two black, lacy cups underneath restraining a gorgeous pair. It wasn’t exactly the first thing that had drawn Ginny to Hermione. But it certainly hadn’t hurt. Hermione shrugged off the blouse onto the floor and reached for the hem of Ginny’s tank. Pulling upward, Ginny’s own breasts popped free of their fabric confinement. She was glad to see Ginny was already enjoying herself.
Moments later, Ginny reached around behind Hermione and with a flick of her wrist, her breasts were free as well. The amount of clothes being worn in the room was still too great. Having warmed themselves up, both women rapidly shucked the rest of their clothing. Ginny tucked her thumbs under the waistband of the panties she’d donned not fifteen minutes before and pushed them over her hips and down her slender legs. Hermione unbuttoned her skirt and let it pool on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and then offered her legs to Ginny. Ginny obliged and began stripping them of stockings one at a time. She started with Hermione’s right leg and brushed against her crotch as she reached for the top of the stocking and began rolling the silk carefully down the buttery smooth leg it encased. Continuing with the left, she showed the same care; careful not to hurt her girlfriend and careful not to put runs in a pair of new stockings.
Divested of all clothing, Ginny took her in girlfriend’s form. She was beautiful. Her iconic brown curls hung to her breasts allowing just a peek at the soft mounds. Her body was neither thin nor fat. She had curves in all the places that Ginny believed a woman should have them. A not superbly rounded tummy succeeded her breasts, flowing into shapely hips and a bum that was simultaneously firm and full. Shapely legs that looked just as good out of the stockings as they had in them moments ago finished the picture. As she finished examining the prize won through her hard scheming, Hermione placed a palm flat in the middle of Ginny’s chest and pushed. She fell backward on the bed with a little “Ooh!” of surprise where her head hit the pillow. At the same moment, Hermione’s lips met her right nipple.
“Oh! You know what I needed after three days in bed,” Ginny half-moaned.
She squirmed a bit on the overstuffed bed as Hermione worked her tongue around her areola again. She was as fabulous with her tongue as she was with so many other things. Working her girl up into a state, Hermione swapped breasts and continued to pay attention to the right one with her hand. Sensation doubled, Ginny moaned again. She still hurt, but could hardly feel it now with her mind on so many other, better sensations. Concentrating hard on Hermione’s ministrations, she was becoming more aroused than she’d been in quite some time. Not content to simply receive however, Ginny gently pushed on Hermione’s shoulder and let her girlfriend know she wanted to roll over. Normally, she would have simply forced the roll, but Hermione’s insistence that they be gentle still weighed slightly in her mind. Now finding herself on top, Ginny planted her lips on her mate’s. With access already granted, her tongue mingled with Hermione’s as they found a mutual détente somewhere in the middle. Breaking off, she continued her oral explorations down Hermione’s chin to her neck where she knew the brunette had a sweet spot that elicited both pleasure and a fair amount of giggling. It usually took a few moments to find it however. Groping with her lips and tongue from jaw to collarbone, she found it. Jackpot! No sooner had she laid lips on it than Hermione began squirming.
“Gi...Gin! You know that tickles!” she managed to force out between giggles.
“I know, my love. But I love the way you react,” Ginny replied before moving her tongue a bit lower to comply with Hermione’s feelings on the subject.
***
Stamina was on their side and there would be no dinner for the couple until very late that evening. Ginny was feeling well enough to help out and the couple cooked together as one day advanced into the next. The next morning Hermione woke and dressed as usual and left for work, a bit more tired than usual. Ginny awoke several hours later. She slipped out of bed and dressed slowly in something comfortable. She’d only been on the team a season, but it already felt like her Harpies sweatshirt was her oldest and most loved piece of clothing. She finished readying herself by running a brush though her hair and making certain her teeth were clean. She hadn’t left the flat in days and was definitely pleased to be going out, if only to have her follow-up with the team’s MediWizard. As she apparated from the flat, she mentally crossed her fingers that all would be well and she’d see the inside of the pitch on Championship day.