Hermione felt the tenseness in her muscles immediately melt away when Fred told her that it was okay that she had kissed her. She had never acted this way before. Never. Even with Viktor, it had been several months before she had agreed to kiss him. With Fred, she wanted to kiss her and hold her and just find out everything there was to know about her.
So when Fred told her the kiss had been too short and leaned back to her to kiss her again, she met her partway, closing her eyes at the feel of her lips. It was so nice, so soft, so wonderful. She had never pictured herself kissing another woman. In fact, she really never pictured herself kissing anyone. But now she could definitely see herself kissing Fred. Over and over and over again.
When they parted, Hermione opened her eyes again when she felt Fred's hand on her face, looking into her brown eyes. They were really beautiful, she found herself thinking - warm and expressive.
She then smiled when Fred asked her question. "Yes, I think we should most certainly do that again," she whispered.
Within moments, they were kissing again as a breeze picked up, rustling the leaves in the trees around them. Nature's magic. It was in the breeze and in Fred's kiss. Hermione could feel it.
When they parted again, Hermione reached over to rest her hand on Fred's knee. "I wish we could just do this for the rest of the afternoon, but we have a responsibility back at the hotel."
If Fred had her way Hermione and her would spend the rest of the day kissing, but Hermione was right and they needed to get some more research done. "As anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Fred asked as she looked at the other woman. "You have the most beautiful eyes and smile and lips." She leaned forward, wanting to kiss the other woman again but stopped. "Research. We must research."
Fred removed her hand from Hermione's face and reached down to pick up her sub. "Ick," she muttered when she saw a large beetle crawling toward it. She flicked it away with the sub and sighed. "I hate those things. They're the same bugs that we saw down in Sahjhan's lair. Pretty gross." She picked up her sub and placed it back in the bag before looking at Hermione again.
"That's where Justine put him in at the urn at," she explained as she stood and wiped the grass off her jeans. "We followed him there after he opened the portal that Holtz jumped through." Fred looked down at Hermione and held out a hand to help her up.
Hermione felt herself blushing at Fred's compliment - it made her want to pull her back to her and kiss her again, but she refrained since they really did have to get back to the hotel and finish their research. If Connor really was in a dimension where time moved at a different rate, every moment could turn out to be crucial.
She was picking up her own sandwich to rewrap it and take back to the hotel with her when Fred made the comment about the bug on hers being the same as in the lair of the demon that had sent Connor and the man who had kidnapped him to Quortoth. She furrowed her brow at this, thinking for a moment as Fred reached down to help her up.
"Fred, do you know where this lair is?" she asked. "I mean, would either you or Wesley be able to find it again? Because if that was where he lived, and Justine surprised him when she put him in the urn, then if he had anything there, he probably left it behind. And if he stole the scroll that was found describing how to get there, it might still be there."
So when Fred told her the kiss had been too short and leaned back to her to kiss her again, she met her partway, closing her eyes at the feel of her lips. It was so nice, so soft, so wonderful. She had never pictured herself kissing another woman. In fact, she really never pictured herself kissing anyone. But now she could definitely see herself kissing Fred. Over and over and over again.
When they parted, Hermione opened her eyes again when she felt Fred's hand on her face, looking into her brown eyes. They were really beautiful, she found herself thinking - warm and expressive.
She then smiled when Fred asked her question. "Yes, I think we should most certainly do that again," she whispered.
Within moments, they were kissing again as a breeze picked up, rustling the leaves in the trees around them. Nature's magic. It was in the breeze and in Fred's kiss. Hermione could feel it.
When they parted again, Hermione reached over to rest her hand on Fred's knee. "I wish we could just do this for the rest of the afternoon, but we have a responsibility back at the hotel."
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Fred removed her hand from Hermione's face and reached down to pick up her sub. "Ick," she muttered when she saw a large beetle crawling toward it. She flicked it away with the sub and sighed. "I hate those things. They're the same bugs that we saw down in Sahjhan's lair. Pretty gross." She picked up her sub and placed it back in the bag before looking at Hermione again.
"That's where Justine put him in at the urn at," she explained as she stood and wiped the grass off her jeans. "We followed him there after he opened the portal that Holtz jumped through." Fred looked down at Hermione and held out a hand to help her up.
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She was picking up her own sandwich to rewrap it and take back to the hotel with her when Fred made the comment about the bug on hers being the same as in the lair of the demon that had sent Connor and the man who had kidnapped him to Quortoth. She furrowed her brow at this, thinking for a moment as Fred reached down to help her up.
"Fred, do you know where this lair is?" she asked. "I mean, would either you or Wesley be able to find it again? Because if that was where he lived, and Justine surprised him when she put him in the urn, then if he had anything there, he probably left it behind. And if he stole the scroll that was found describing how to get there, it might still be there."
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