FIC: "Surprise," Ginny/Hermione, NC-17
Title: Surprise
Word Count: ELEVENTY ZILLION
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for things of a rather sexy nature
Disclaimer: They are no more mine today than they were Friday.
A/N: In light of the fact that I finished the other one double-plus-quick, I took another request from the mass o' prompty goodness over in xylodemonland. This one is for captainjames, who hopefully won't mind too much that I chickened out on the smut because I really haven't the first clue how to write femslash properly. Unbeta'd. Also, you may want to be warned about the genderfuckery. <-- Don't click that, it'll ruin the surprise!
"I'm knackered, Gin. Think I'll go to bed." Harry yawns, head lolling a little bit in her lap, then stands and stretches a little before turning towards her expectantly.
Ginny looks away from her Charms book, which is balanced rather precariously on the arm of the sofa, for just long enough to smile indulgently at him. "Alright then," she says, and he leans in to kiss her goodnight before making his way up the stairs to his dormitory.
She turns back to her revision, but she misses the weight of his head on her thigh too much to concentrate and makes her way up to her own bed after spending a quarter-hour rereading the same paragraph.
Ginny likes her room. The other girls in her year don't appreciate it nearly so much, likely because they grew up surrounded by younger sisters or girl cousins. It's different, having grown up with only brothers, with no extended family to visit; sometimes she wonders if her mum would be quite so...well, whatever she is...if Ginny had a sister or two, or if Uncle Fabian or Uncle Gideon had given their sister nieces to fuss over.
Not having feminine companionship does weird things to a girl's head, Ginny thinks.
It's late, maybe half one, but her roommates are all still downstairs studying. She smiles to herself and unselfconsciously strips, folding her clothes neatly by spell (I'm going to turn into Mum if I'm not careful) and setting them atop her trunk before climbing into bed stark naked and drawing the curtains.
She snuggles into the covers and stares at her canopy, willing herself to be tired enough to sleep. Almost immediately after she curls up on her right side and shuts her eyes, her curtains are thrown open.
Ginny sighs. "This had better be important," she grumbles before opening her eyes. "I was almost asleep! ...Hermione?"
"Yes?" Hermione says, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ginny blinks sleepily and sits halfway up in bed, coverlet wrapped protectively around her breasts.
"Oh, nothing really. I just had a capital idea and thought you'd like to hear it."
"Can't it wait until morning?"
Hermione leans in close and whispers, "No, I don't think it can," breath ghosting over Ginny's skin, before kissing her almost possessively.
Ginny lets out a muffled sound of protest and bats at Hermione's shoulder before jerking away. "Are you insane? We can't do this, Hermione, it's not fair to Harry-"
But Hermione isn't listening; Hermione is climbing into bed next to her and capturing her mouth again and slipping her hand under the covers to cup her breast and Ginny's resolve to resist is fast disappearing.
Then - oh gods, not now - the door opens, and Ginny squeaks and tries to pull away and cover herself before whichever of her daft roommates has chosen this precise moment to quit her pre-O.W.L. frenetic studying.
Except that it's not one of her roommates at the door.
It's Hermione.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Hermione - or at least, the new Hermione - is magnificently angry, that much is for sure, and the Hermione who has snatched her hands away from Ginny's body as if burned is looking decidedly sheepish and very un-Hermionelike.
Frankly, Ginny is very, very confused.
She scoots away from the Hermione sitting on her bed and addresses the other one. "I should hope that you'd be able to tell me just precisely why there are bloody two of you, Hermione. If that's who you are," she says, trying her very best to forget that she's naked under the covers.
"There is most assuredly only one of me, Ginevra Weasley!"
"Then who the hell is this?" Ginny asks, pushing the other girl away and out of her bed.
"I intend to find out." Angry-Hermione pulls her wand and looks very dangerous for a moment. "Expurgetur!"
Sheepish-Hermione doubles over in pain and starts retching all over the carpet and Ginny cries out in disgust, groping for her wand. "Do you mind, Hermione? Evanesco!"
Angry-Hermione looks grim, wand still trained on Sheepish-Hermione, who is done being sick on the rug and quickly turning into...
"Harry?" Ginny and Hermione wear identical expressions of disbelief.
Harry looks up, eyes unfocused without his glasses, and croaks, "What?"
Ginny notices that he's wearing his usual pajamas, and she suddenly feels very stupid.
"When did you learn how to make Polyjuice Potion, Harry?" Hermione's tone is gently skeptical.
He looks at the floor and mumbles something unintelligible.
"What was that, Harry James Potter?"
"I said there was a note in my book!"
Hermione sighs in frustration. "It's not your book, Harry, and in any case you shouldn't be trying any old thing scribbled in the margins!"
"Well it worked, didn't it?" Harry retorts acidly.
"That is completely and totally beside the point!" Hermione splutters. "Harry, I can't believe you'd do something like this!" She glares disapprovingly at him, then gives Ginny a glance clearly requesting moral support. Ginny is uncomfortably reminded of her mother. Merlin, she's bloody uncanny.
So Ginny says, "At least you should have said something!"
"I thought I'd surprise you!" Harry says, raising his voice.
"What on earth made you think I would like that sort of surprise!"
Hermione coughs delicately and flushes to the roots of her hair. Fuck.
Ginny quickly adds, "That's not what I meant at all, Hermione, he just had no way of -" Double fuck.
Harry looks sharply in her general direction. Then he looks back towards Hermione in disbelief. "How could you - I mean, what - what the fuck!"
Ginny rolls her eyes. "Well, Harry, you see," she says tartly, "when two young ladies love each other very, very much..."
"We didn't tell you because it was none of your business, Harry," Hermione says, trying her best to sound reasonable.
"How could it not be my business? She's my girlfriend!"
"And how does my having slept with Hermione change that?" Ginny folds her arms over her covered chest.
"Well, it doesn't, but-"
"But what, Harry?" Ginny looks at him pointedly.
He sighs. "I just wish you would have said."
"And I wish you hadn't found out by impersonating me in order to maul your own girlfriend."
"Sorry, Hermione."
"If you ever do that again, Harry..." Hermione trails off and looks threatening.
"I know."
"Oi, what about me?" Ginny asks. "Don't I get an apology?"
"Er." Harry looks at the floor. "I'm sorry, Gin. Just wanted to see what it was like."
Ginny looks at him bemusedly. "You could have asked, you know."
"I could have...what?"
Hermione sits down the bed. "If you wanted to know about girls having sex." She leans forward to nuzzle behind Ginny's ear.
"We'd had done with it because I said it wouldn't be fair to you, Harry," Ginny says, as Hermione kisses down to the hollow of her throat. "But I suppose that's really up to you."
Harry looks dazed.
Ginny smiles. "All right there, Potter?"
He swallows hard. "Oh, I'm fine. Brilliant, really."
And Ginny feels Hermione grin against her neck.
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Comments are, as before, greatly appreciated.
Word Count: ELEVENTY ZILLION
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for things of a rather sexy nature
Disclaimer: They are no more mine today than they were Friday.
A/N: In light of the fact that I finished the other one double-plus-quick, I took another request from the mass o' prompty goodness over in xylodemonland. This one is for captainjames, who hopefully won't mind too much that I chickened out on the smut because I really haven't the first clue how to write femslash properly. Unbeta'd. Also, you may want to be warned about the genderfuckery. <-- Don't click that, it'll ruin the surprise!
"I'm knackered, Gin. Think I'll go to bed." Harry yawns, head lolling a little bit in her lap, then stands and stretches a little before turning towards her expectantly.
Ginny looks away from her Charms book, which is balanced rather precariously on the arm of the sofa, for just long enough to smile indulgently at him. "Alright then," she says, and he leans in to kiss her goodnight before making his way up the stairs to his dormitory.
She turns back to her revision, but she misses the weight of his head on her thigh too much to concentrate and makes her way up to her own bed after spending a quarter-hour rereading the same paragraph.
Ginny likes her room. The other girls in her year don't appreciate it nearly so much, likely because they grew up surrounded by younger sisters or girl cousins. It's different, having grown up with only brothers, with no extended family to visit; sometimes she wonders if her mum would be quite so...well, whatever she is...if Ginny had a sister or two, or if Uncle Fabian or Uncle Gideon had given their sister nieces to fuss over.
Not having feminine companionship does weird things to a girl's head, Ginny thinks.
It's late, maybe half one, but her roommates are all still downstairs studying. She smiles to herself and unselfconsciously strips, folding her clothes neatly by spell (I'm going to turn into Mum if I'm not careful) and setting them atop her trunk before climbing into bed stark naked and drawing the curtains.
She snuggles into the covers and stares at her canopy, willing herself to be tired enough to sleep. Almost immediately after she curls up on her right side and shuts her eyes, her curtains are thrown open.
Ginny sighs. "This had better be important," she grumbles before opening her eyes. "I was almost asleep! ...Hermione?"
"Yes?" Hermione says, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ginny blinks sleepily and sits halfway up in bed, coverlet wrapped protectively around her breasts.
"Oh, nothing really. I just had a capital idea and thought you'd like to hear it."
"Can't it wait until morning?"
Hermione leans in close and whispers, "No, I don't think it can," breath ghosting over Ginny's skin, before kissing her almost possessively.
Ginny lets out a muffled sound of protest and bats at Hermione's shoulder before jerking away. "Are you insane? We can't do this, Hermione, it's not fair to Harry-"
But Hermione isn't listening; Hermione is climbing into bed next to her and capturing her mouth again and slipping her hand under the covers to cup her breast and Ginny's resolve to resist is fast disappearing.
Then - oh gods, not now - the door opens, and Ginny squeaks and tries to pull away and cover herself before whichever of her daft roommates has chosen this precise moment to quit her pre-O.W.L. frenetic studying.
Except that it's not one of her roommates at the door.
It's Hermione.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Hermione - or at least, the new Hermione - is magnificently angry, that much is for sure, and the Hermione who has snatched her hands away from Ginny's body as if burned is looking decidedly sheepish and very un-Hermionelike.
Frankly, Ginny is very, very confused.
She scoots away from the Hermione sitting on her bed and addresses the other one. "I should hope that you'd be able to tell me just precisely why there are bloody two of you, Hermione. If that's who you are," she says, trying her very best to forget that she's naked under the covers.
"There is most assuredly only one of me, Ginevra Weasley!"
"Then who the hell is this?" Ginny asks, pushing the other girl away and out of her bed.
"I intend to find out." Angry-Hermione pulls her wand and looks very dangerous for a moment. "Expurgetur!"
Sheepish-Hermione doubles over in pain and starts retching all over the carpet and Ginny cries out in disgust, groping for her wand. "Do you mind, Hermione? Evanesco!"
Angry-Hermione looks grim, wand still trained on Sheepish-Hermione, who is done being sick on the rug and quickly turning into...
"Harry?" Ginny and Hermione wear identical expressions of disbelief.
Harry looks up, eyes unfocused without his glasses, and croaks, "What?"
Ginny notices that he's wearing his usual pajamas, and she suddenly feels very stupid.
"When did you learn how to make Polyjuice Potion, Harry?" Hermione's tone is gently skeptical.
He looks at the floor and mumbles something unintelligible.
"What was that, Harry James Potter?"
"I said there was a note in my book!"
Hermione sighs in frustration. "It's not your book, Harry, and in any case you shouldn't be trying any old thing scribbled in the margins!"
"Well it worked, didn't it?" Harry retorts acidly.
"That is completely and totally beside the point!" Hermione splutters. "Harry, I can't believe you'd do something like this!" She glares disapprovingly at him, then gives Ginny a glance clearly requesting moral support. Ginny is uncomfortably reminded of her mother. Merlin, she's bloody uncanny.
So Ginny says, "At least you should have said something!"
"I thought I'd surprise you!" Harry says, raising his voice.
"What on earth made you think I would like that sort of surprise!"
Hermione coughs delicately and flushes to the roots of her hair. Fuck.
Ginny quickly adds, "That's not what I meant at all, Hermione, he just had no way of -" Double fuck.
Harry looks sharply in her general direction. Then he looks back towards Hermione in disbelief. "How could you - I mean, what - what the fuck!"
Ginny rolls her eyes. "Well, Harry, you see," she says tartly, "when two young ladies love each other very, very much..."
"We didn't tell you because it was none of your business, Harry," Hermione says, trying her best to sound reasonable.
"How could it not be my business? She's my girlfriend!"
"And how does my having slept with Hermione change that?" Ginny folds her arms over her covered chest.
"Well, it doesn't, but-"
"But what, Harry?" Ginny looks at him pointedly.
He sighs. "I just wish you would have said."
"And I wish you hadn't found out by impersonating me in order to maul your own girlfriend."
"Sorry, Hermione."
"If you ever do that again, Harry..." Hermione trails off and looks threatening.
"I know."
"Oi, what about me?" Ginny asks. "Don't I get an apology?"
"Er." Harry looks at the floor. "I'm sorry, Gin. Just wanted to see what it was like."
Ginny looks at him bemusedly. "You could have asked, you know."
"I could have...what?"
Hermione sits down the bed. "If you wanted to know about girls having sex." She leans forward to nuzzle behind Ginny's ear.
"We'd had done with it because I said it wouldn't be fair to you, Harry," Ginny says, as Hermione kisses down to the hollow of her throat. "But I suppose that's really up to you."
Harry looks dazed.
Ginny smiles. "All right there, Potter?"
He swallows hard. "Oh, I'm fine. Brilliant, really."
And Ginny feels Hermione grin against her neck.
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Comments are, as before, greatly appreciated.