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Titillation at Christmas Dinner (Ginny x Hermione)
Ginny has a special gift for Hermione that involves some secret activities at Christmas dinner.
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Ginny has a special gift for Hermione that involves some edging at dinner. [edging; public; vibrator]
The girls were having breakfast when a few owls fluttered in, dropping parcels. A small package dropped beside Ginny’s toast and she picked it up and quickly put it in her bag. She noticed Hermione looking and winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll know what this is soon enough.”
The next day was Christmas, and in the late morning, after everyone had opened their presents, Ginny pulled Hermione aside and handed her a small, wrapped gift. “Your present is both this and an experience you won’t forget,” she said.
Hermione unwrapped the present to find a magically controlled, egg-shaped vibrator. She raised her eyebrows and felt a small grin spread over her face. “And the experience?” she asked innocently.
“I want you to wear this to Christmas dinner.” Hermione’s eyes widened and Ginny grinned. “And not come.”
Hermione crossed her legs slightly, pressing her thighs together as she imagined it.
Everyone – at least, the handful of people at Hogwarts on Christmas Break – dressed up for Christmas dinner. Hermione wore a gold shimmering dress over one of her favourite lingerie sets: white, lacy, with crotchless underwear. She had ordered a bunch more lingerie over the holidays and was now quite well-stocked.
She met Ginny in the hallway, who looked stunning in a deep green silky top and black pants. Ginny pulled her into an alcove, planting a breath-stealing kiss, before pulling back. “Do you have it?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and held up the device. “Of course, I do.”
Ginny smiled and took it in one hand while her other roamed under Hermione’s skirt. “Good choice,” she murmured, commenting on the lingerie, before sliding her lips to the spot behind Hermione’s ear that made her knees tremble. As she sucked on that very particular patch of skin, she slid her fingers between the folds before slowly pushing in one finger. Hermione held onto Ginny’s shoulders as she moved her hips to feel more of her inside.
She felt Ginny smile against her neck. “Don’t get too excited,” she whispered. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” She inserted a second finger, making Hermione moan into her neck, and curled and scissored her fingers until Hermione was sure her knees would give way.
Satisfied she was ready, Ginny pulled her fingers out, and Hermione sighed slightly at the emptiness. Ginny took the vibrator and slowly pressed it into Hermione. It did not fill her as much as a strap, but she realized that wouldn’t be too much of a problem, as Ginny gripped her wand and whispered an incantation and the vibrator began on its lowest setting.
Ginny stepped back and watched Hermione as she adjusted to the new sensation. She held out her arm with a crooked grin. “Shall we?”
Hermione accepted it with a smile, and they headed out to dinner.
Christmas dinner at Hogwarts was, as always, marvellous and consisting of many courses. Hermione and Ginny sat across from each other and Ginny watched her shift in her seat every so often and squirm when the setting changed.
Which Ginny did often, always catching Hermione off-guard.
“Professor Sinistra,” said Hermione. “There is a partial lunar eclipse coming up. Are you looking forward to that?”
“I am always excited when it comes to the heavens, Miss Granger,” she replied. “If you would like to use the larger telescope on the Astronomy Tower to see it better, just let me know.”
Hermione smiled. “Thank you, I’ll – ah…” She crossed her legs as the vibrator went up a setting, making her toes curl and her breath hitch. “I’ll let you know.”
Across the table, Ginny smiled at her plate, glancing up to see Hermione’s cheeks redden slightly.
“Are you alright, Miss Granger?” Professor Sinistra asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Ginny mumbled an incantation under her breath and Hermione sat back slightly, trying to find a position that lessened the tension building in her core. She smiled at Sinistra and quickly focused on her food.
It was five courses of that – Ginny changing the settings at the most inconvenient times as Hermione desperately tried not to come. Her knuckles paled as she gripped her fork, breathing out a low even breath as everything inside her begged to release the tension. She pulled her hands away when she found them creeping down under the table.
And Ginny was no help either, leaning over the table until her blouse fell open, looking at her suggestively through her eyelashes. The way her darkly painted lips curved when she watched Hermione squirm and her long fingers wrapped around her cutlery – fuck, Hermione could not keep her eyes off of her.
Parvati and Luna had caught on quite quickly to what was happening and watched with interest as Hermione struggled.
When dessert finally came – after what felt like hours – Hermione was trembling slightly from the stimulation. She could not concentrate on anything anyone said, as her sole focus was on not coming. She felt that she had soaked her skirt and tried to remember a drying spell, but could not for the life of her recall the incantation.
Many stayed to chat after dessert and Hermione looked at Ginny desperately. Ginny nodded. “Alright, I’m going to sleep well after all that food,” she said, standing up. “Goodnight everyone. C’mon, Hermione.”
Hermione stood up, a little wobbly on her feet and scampered to Ginny, who held her hand as they left the Great Hall.
“You’d better let me – Hey!” Hermione stopped in the hallway, staring at Ginny. “You turned it off!”
“It seemed to be affecting your ability to function,” Ginny said with a grin.
Hermione glared at her.
“Alright.” Ginny opened a nearby broom closet and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. She pushed Hermione against the wall. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she growled in her ear before muttering the incantation for the highest setting.
Hermione gasped, leaning her head back as Ginny’s mouth attacked her neck. Her hands roamed under Hemione’s skirt and brushed her clit. Hermione whimpered. “Can I – ah…”
Ginny said nothing, bringing her thumb to Hermione’s clit and rubbing it lightly.
Hermione’s whimper turned into a mewl. “Ginny,” came her plaintive cry.
“Alright,” she said softly into her ear. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She came with a cry that could definitely be heard by anyone out in the hallway, but she did not care. Ginny held her up as her knees gave way. Ginny kept at her neck and her clit, keeping the waves of pleasure rolling over her, pent up from her past few hours of teasing.
Where it subsided, Hermione crumbled into Ginny’s arms, panting in her ear. She was hazy and warm and liked the feeling of Ginny’s strong arms around her.
Ginny grinned. “Good gift?”
“Good gift,” Hermione gasped.
The girls were having breakfast when a few owls fluttered in, dropping parcels. A small package dropped beside Ginny’s toast and she picked it up and quickly put it in her bag. She noticed Hermione looking and winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll know what this is soon enough.”
The next day was Christmas, and in the late morning, after everyone had opened their presents, Ginny pulled Hermione aside and handed her a small, wrapped gift. “Your present is both this and an experience you won’t forget,” she said.
Hermione unwrapped the present to find a magically controlled, egg-shaped vibrator. She raised her eyebrows and felt a small grin spread over her face. “And the experience?” she asked innocently.
“I want you to wear this to Christmas dinner.” Hermione’s eyes widened and Ginny grinned. “And not come.”
Hermione crossed her legs slightly, pressing her thighs together as she imagined it.
Everyone – at least, the handful of people at Hogwarts on Christmas Break – dressed up for Christmas dinner. Hermione wore a gold shimmering dress over one of her favourite lingerie sets: white, lacy, with crotchless underwear. She had ordered a bunch more lingerie over the holidays and was now quite well-stocked.
She met Ginny in the hallway, who looked stunning in a deep green silky top and black pants. Ginny pulled her into an alcove, planting a breath-stealing kiss, before pulling back. “Do you have it?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and held up the device. “Of course, I do.”
Ginny smiled and took it in one hand while her other roamed under Hermione’s skirt. “Good choice,” she murmured, commenting on the lingerie, before sliding her lips to the spot behind Hermione’s ear that made her knees tremble. As she sucked on that very particular patch of skin, she slid her fingers between the folds before slowly pushing in one finger. Hermione held onto Ginny’s shoulders as she moved her hips to feel more of her inside.
She felt Ginny smile against her neck. “Don’t get too excited,” she whispered. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” She inserted a second finger, making Hermione moan into her neck, and curled and scissored her fingers until Hermione was sure her knees would give way.
Satisfied she was ready, Ginny pulled her fingers out, and Hermione sighed slightly at the emptiness. Ginny took the vibrator and slowly pressed it into Hermione. It did not fill her as much as a strap, but she realized that wouldn’t be too much of a problem, as Ginny gripped her wand and whispered an incantation and the vibrator began on its lowest setting.
Ginny stepped back and watched Hermione as she adjusted to the new sensation. She held out her arm with a crooked grin. “Shall we?”
Hermione accepted it with a smile, and they headed out to dinner.
Christmas dinner at Hogwarts was, as always, marvellous and consisting of many courses. Hermione and Ginny sat across from each other and Ginny watched her shift in her seat every so often and squirm when the setting changed.
Which Ginny did often, always catching Hermione off-guard.
“Professor Sinistra,” said Hermione. “There is a partial lunar eclipse coming up. Are you looking forward to that?”
“I am always excited when it comes to the heavens, Miss Granger,” she replied. “If you would like to use the larger telescope on the Astronomy Tower to see it better, just let me know.”
Hermione smiled. “Thank you, I’ll – ah…” She crossed her legs as the vibrator went up a setting, making her toes curl and her breath hitch. “I’ll let you know.”
Across the table, Ginny smiled at her plate, glancing up to see Hermione’s cheeks redden slightly.
“Are you alright, Miss Granger?” Professor Sinistra asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Ginny mumbled an incantation under her breath and Hermione sat back slightly, trying to find a position that lessened the tension building in her core. She smiled at Sinistra and quickly focused on her food.
It was five courses of that – Ginny changing the settings at the most inconvenient times as Hermione desperately tried not to come. Her knuckles paled as she gripped her fork, breathing out a low even breath as everything inside her begged to release the tension. She pulled her hands away when she found them creeping down under the table.
And Ginny was no help either, leaning over the table until her blouse fell open, looking at her suggestively through her eyelashes. The way her darkly painted lips curved when she watched Hermione squirm and her long fingers wrapped around her cutlery – fuck, Hermione could not keep her eyes off of her.
Parvati and Luna had caught on quite quickly to what was happening and watched with interest as Hermione struggled.
When dessert finally came – after what felt like hours – Hermione was trembling slightly from the stimulation. She could not concentrate on anything anyone said, as her sole focus was on not coming. She felt that she had soaked her skirt and tried to remember a drying spell, but could not for the life of her recall the incantation.
Many stayed to chat after dessert and Hermione looked at Ginny desperately. Ginny nodded. “Alright, I’m going to sleep well after all that food,” she said, standing up. “Goodnight everyone. C’mon, Hermione.”
Hermione stood up, a little wobbly on her feet and scampered to Ginny, who held her hand as they left the Great Hall.
“You’d better let me – Hey!” Hermione stopped in the hallway, staring at Ginny. “You turned it off!”
“It seemed to be affecting your ability to function,” Ginny said with a grin.
Hermione glared at her.
“Alright.” Ginny opened a nearby broom closet and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. She pushed Hermione against the wall. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she growled in her ear before muttering the incantation for the highest setting.
Hermione gasped, leaning her head back as Ginny’s mouth attacked her neck. Her hands roamed under Hemione’s skirt and brushed her clit. Hermione whimpered. “Can I – ah…”
Ginny said nothing, bringing her thumb to Hermione’s clit and rubbing it lightly.
Hermione’s whimper turned into a mewl. “Ginny,” came her plaintive cry.
“Alright,” she said softly into her ear. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She came with a cry that could definitely be heard by anyone out in the hallway, but she did not care. Ginny held her up as her knees gave way. Ginny kept at her neck and her clit, keeping the waves of pleasure rolling over her, pent up from her past few hours of teasing.
Where it subsided, Hermione crumbled into Ginny’s arms, panting in her ear. She was hazy and warm and liked the feeling of Ginny’s strong arms around her.
Ginny grinned. “Good gift?”
“Good gift,” Hermione gasped.
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