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“Erm, truth please”, she smiled sweetly.
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess and Golden Trio Lioness somehow wasn’t much for dares. Not that she wasn’t daring, she was a Griffindor after all, and had a pretty big track record for making some incredibly brave and impulsive decisions. You only had to look at incidents such as the deadly fun house maze of 1992 or the time turner debacle of 1994.
No, the problem was she knew her fellow den members too well. Ron, Seamus and Dean were only interested in getting the girls to snog them as often as possible. Harry didn’t want to push her -ever the protective older brother- and so gave her pathetic dares such as the great ‘convince a first year to swap socks with you’ of 1993. There was Ginny, who was ruthless even for a Lion, she would have you out in the corridor flashing portraits left, right and centre, and finally there was Lavender and Parvati who aimed for precision humiliation everytime. Not forgetting sometimes Nev would join, but he had managed to escape tonight's games in favour of a private tutoring with Professor Sprout.
Suffice to say, Hermione stuck with truths, she didn’t hold many secrets and usually if anyone wanted to know anything about her then she would just tell them. Aside from her brief night being twirled around by Viktor Krum she has no history with boys. In fact, she was utterly boring by extreme comparison to the other 7 sitting around her.
Sighs of annoyance left the mouths of the three letching boys on the sofa and Ginny barked a huge laugh at this knowing that for yet another round none of them had the option to snog.
“Hermione, what's the most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?” Seamus shouted out before anyone else had a chance.
Hermione briefly started to think but the process was quickly interrupted.
“Boooorringgggg”, yawned Lavender from the big squishy armchair that both her and Parvati shared. “Pretty sure we said tonight wasn’t going to be lame, Finnigan what kind of question was that? We all know the answer is going to be something along the lines of ‘well they caught me dog-earing a page of a book when I was 3”, Lavender continued and rounded out her rant by an annoyingly near perfect impersonation of Hermione’s voice although she was certain she was not that high pitched.
“Granger”, Lavender continued, “The choice is yours, you can either answer Finnigan’s painfully lame question and bore us all to tears, or Parvati and I can ask you something much more interesting which I’m sure the group will agree is more in the spirit of tonight's game considering it’s the last one we’ll play as fifth years?”
A seconds pause before Parvati added with a smirk, “Or maybe you’re not just brave enough”.
For fuck sake, Hermione thought. She swore Lavender and Parvati should’ve ended up in Slytherin with attitudes like this. Hermione had never hated either members of the duo but holy fucking hell did they know how to stir the pot. Hermione would’ve accepted answering whatever Lavender's dumb question was anyway, but there was no need for Parvati to start goading her. Hermione already knew she was relatively boring compared to the group, so she didn’t really need to be that protective over who asked the question, and to have her bravery questioned was something that really got her back up. Even after all these years Hermione still really cared what they all thought.
“Alright girls, give it your best shot”, Hermione replied with as much casual bravado as she could muster.
Lavender giggled and started whispering into Parvati’s ear.
Ginny who was sitting beside her knocked her knee and she looked up into the redheads eyes.
“You know you don’t need to answer a thing either of them ask you if it makes you uncomfortable” she smiled lightly.
“Not you as well, why do we all suddenly think I can’t answer a question, nothing interesting has ever happened to me so I find it difficult to feel like I can be embarrassed”, Hermione whispered back.
Lavender cleared her through to get the group's attention, the question has been clearly confirmed and was ready for launching.
“Hermione, who were you thinking about the last time you touched yourself?”
Harry as unsubtly as possible choked and spat out half his mouthful spraying Hermione and Ginny with Butterbeer. Ginny, as pragmatic as ever, cast a quick scourgify on them both.
Meanwhile Hermione took a few moments to collect her thoughts, she knew the question was going to be personal but she didn’t think it would be invasive. Those two were fucking Slytherins at heart, she knew it.
“Erm”, Hermione started and then peered around at the group.
Lavender and Parvati were beaming like sodding twin Cheshire cats who just got a bowl full of cream. The three letches were, well, letching, Hermione was sure she could see a bit of drool in the corner of Seamus mouth, creeps. Harry, bless him, had removed his glasses and was rubbing his eyes, presumably in an attempt to dull at least one of his senses. Then there was Ginny who was doing her best not to giggle.
“What are you laughing at?”, Hermione chastised her.
“Well, Mione, you’ve got to admit it’s a pretty good one”, said the devious girl.
Fine she had no allies right now. The other problem she was having was thinking of an answer.
Hermione took a large gulp of Butterbeer and it felt like the whole group leaned forwards.
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you all, but as predicted I’m afraid the answer will bore you to tears, it’s rather obvious really-”, she said as a confession.
“Urgh, I told you it would be Weasley”, jumped in Parvati.
Ginny and Harry both made a small heaving sound.
Ron, who had been beaming victorious ever since Hermione spoke, glared at Parvati, Potter, and Ginny clearly ruffled by the comment and sound effects coming from that side of the table and provided them with an obscene hand gesture each.
Meanwhile Seamus and Dean were patting Rons back in congratulations.
Hermione choked on her second gulp of Butterbeer taking in the group's reaction and their obvious misunderstanding of her answer.
“Stop, please all stop”, this was definitely more embarrassing than she thought 15 seconds previous.
Hermione downed the glass in her hand and placed it on the table succumbing to the now obvious embarrassment that she and now somehow Ron was facing.
“What I was meaning when I said that was-, before you all wonderfully jumped all to the same conclusion-”, she gave them all a glare and felt the warmth of the alcohol kick in, “was that, I’ve never, erm- ever- well, uh-, ever”, Hermione shrugged not knowing what else to say.
“WAIT WHAT”, was the cries that bombarded Hermione in surround sound from the three witches in the circle.
“Lalalalala” was all Hermione could hear from Harry as he stuffed his fingers in his ears trying to block it out, “lalalala”.
“What do you mean you’ve never?” Ginny looked at her practically offended and wide eyed.
“You’ve never been curious, not once?” Lavender leant forward surprisingly caring as opposed to judgemental.
True to form, the three letches were having trouble understanding. Completely oblivious to the fact that not everyone on the planet past puberty hadn’t wanked themselves into oblivion by now.
“Mione, you’ve never even tried?” Came from Ginny, clearly an expert on the subject.
“Never felt an orgasm?”, asked Lavender softly.
“Not even thinking about Krum?” jumped in Parvati.
“Lalalalala”, came from Harry.
“Wait, Mione, you seriously haven’t thought about me like that?” Cried Ron only just catching up.
“Ron do you mind”, cried Ginny looking nauseous again.
Harry, “Lalalala”.
“Woah!” Came from Dean. “Sorry to hear that” said Seamus with sorrow.
“She’s not fucking dying Finnigan you idiot”, lavender scalded.
“Oh for god sake”, Hermione muttered and rolled her eyes thinking about the group's overreaction.
Hermione was aware that as a 16 year old and one of the oldest and mature in her year that experience wise, she was behind. She was one of the first to hit puberty, starting her period the summer before she attended Hogwarts. Her breasts started to form as early as second year and by the Yule Ball her hips had widened and helped her mould into a lovely hourglass shape. Be that as it may, she had never felt herself around a person grow to the point of sexual boiling. She had never been around anyone who had made her feel like she wanted to rip their clothes off, or even her own clothes off.
She has shared a chaste kiss with Viktor the night of the Yule Ball and decided he probably wouldn’t be enough considering she didn’t feel particularly attracted to him. She has entertained the idea of being boyfriend and girlfriend with Ron, she knew over the years her feelings were growing but not yet to the point where she felt the need to start shagging him.
Aside from that, the boys in their year were not very attractive. She had heard a number of girls call Harry fit, but he was her brother so that idea was disgusting. Hermione also knew Romilda Vane fancied the arse off of Draco Malfoy, who, admittedly, was attractive for an inbred aristocratic racist, but good looks and broom thighs aside his personality could never do it for her (and the fact Harry and Ron would have her admitted to the Janus Thicky Ward for compete insanity would be the cherry on the cake), that and the fact that he was shagging Pansy Parkinson behind every tapestry alcove in the castle.
“Lalalalala '' was all Hermione heard and she tuned back into the conversation.
“ENOUGH” she cried and thank fucking Merlin they all listened for a change.
Embolden by her truth, empowered by her choices, and let's face it, quite a bit of Butterbeer, she continued.
“No I’ve not touched myself, no I’ve never had an orgasm, no I’m not opposed to it. I would like you all to know that I’m proud that you’re all so emboldened to be so free and explorative with your bodies. I am actually in awe of you all truth be told. But I’ve never felt attracted enough to anyone yet in my life, either failed dates or not enough feelings to get going, I just haven’t. I’m sure I will one day. Thank you all for your concern, I never thought a group of people could feel so strongly about masturbation but clearly I forgot we're all 16 and for the most part, will shag anything with a pulse”, she laughed out her last words.
Aside from a grimace on Harry's face they all finally accepted her answer and stopped treating her as though she just told them all she had terminal pox.
Dean flicked his wand and everyone's glasses refilled with Butterbeer.
Seamus lifted up his glass and the group followed, awaiting a toast.
“To Granger's health, may she one day orgasm with delight”, he bellowed.
“May she one day orgasm with delight”, they all chimed in. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh as she drank.
“Right, who's next?” Call out Ron, who had already moved on and was aiming to get the show back on the road and hopefully a snog too while he was at it.
As the night carried on most of the common room started to fade away and head to bed. Ron had gone to bed first, drunk as hell and was murmuring something about being good enough to ignite Hermione's heart and cunt one day. Ever the crass bastard when drunk, he got a swift kick from Ginny just as he made it to the first step and tripped earning a huge laugh. Dean and Seamus disappeared out the portrait hole with Parvati in claims to be searching for food. Lavender had leaned forward at this point to her and Ginny telling them “she's been trying to tick a two male threeway off her list all year so I doubt they’ll be back until early hours”.
Hermione was left with Lavender who had long since switched places with Ginny and was having a rare moment alone with her dorm mate, probably one of a handful of times this has ever happened.
“I’m sorry Granger but I need to ask one more time, you’ve never been tempted, not even in the shower?” Lavender said, almost a whisper, clearly not intending to start a group discussion again.
“Honestly Lavender, I did try once in third year. I heard a group of girls talking about it in the toilets one lunchtime so later on that night I closed the curtains around the bed and I tried. I wasn’t sure what I was looking to find and aside from a little buzz for a few seconds I didn’t feel anything. I tried to read about it more in the library but unsurprisingly Madam Pince doesn’t keep a lot of pornagraphic literature lying about. I didn’t really feel the urge to continue anyway so I carried on as normal”, Hermione shrugged and took another sip.
“Do you think you’re looking in the wrong place? That it might not be boys you’re interested in?” Lavender asked curiously.
“Honestly I’m not sure it matters, I’m confident I do find both attractive but I just haven’t felt it in me to try again for a long time” Hermione added.
“Oh, a bisexual Lioness. Must be something in the water in the Gryffindor Tower in our year” Lavender giggled.
“Are you and Parvati-” Hermione stalled her question.
“Don’t feel embarrassed to ask, not tonight, it’s been a very revealing night right? No we’ve never dated if that was your question but we did share a very eventful night with Blaise Zabini a few months ago”.
Hermione couldn’t stop herself biting onto her lip in curiosity.
“Oh Hermione don’t give me that look, Blaise was rumoured to be the best lover in our year and as best friends we do a lot of things together. There was not a chance in hell either of us was passing up finding out just how good he was”.
“I didn’t mean, I’m not judging anything, it's just. Well, he’s a Slytherin.” As soon as she said it she knew she sounded stupid.
Lavender laughed, “Surely you don’t buy into all this house bullshit, after leaving Hogwarts what does it matter, we’re not separated into quarters all our lives” and she shrugged.
There was a pause as both girls took another drink.
“So if you did ever want to bring yourself to experience womanhood at its finest, what kind of things do you think it will take to get you there?” Lavender continued.
Hermione had to think, she had never thought about it truthfully, with school work and murderous, evil teachers, private clubs and trying to keep Harry alive, Hermione just let that part of herself fade into the background. She knew she wasn’t asexual, that wanted to be intimate with someone in her life, the how and the when never had been factored though.
“Well with the limited knowledge I have, based solely on what I’ve heard and what I can imagine, I would like to communicate. I like the idea of talking to my partner throughout, I want to know they’re enjoying it or vice versa. Soft, gentle touches seem sweet, like fingertips on my skin”, Hermione looked into Lavender's eyes and it seemed like she was drinking in every drop of information. “I suppose if I was in love that would be the ultimate really, but that’s a bonus. I don’t mind the idea of casual and consensual intimacy either but I imagine it would mean less”, she paused, “you look surprised?”.
“Not surprised, just interested. Many girls I’d ask that to would be more superficial, big dick, volumus tits, good with their tongue, knows the location of a clit, that kind of thing. Your answers were sweet, refreshing”.
“Well, I suppose that’s why I’ve never been there. I’m stupidly high maintenance, even with myself” she giggled to herself.
Lavender laughed.
“You’re not high maintenance, you just need to relax. I bet I could get you off right on this sofa. Maybe you should’ve chosen dare after all”.
Hermione sobered up at the comment and flushed. She wondered what Lavender meant by the comment, was Lavender coming onto her or was she just that confident in her abilities. Hermione had found a new respect for Lavender in her sexual freedom and she guessed Lavender might be actually quite good considering it sounded like she’d had her hand up half the skirts in their year. Looking at her tonight she knew she found Lavender attractive, she had curls to her hair too but not as tightly as Hermione and it was lighter than her own as well. Lavender's frame was smaller, more petite but she did still have a curve to her hip and a nice swell to her breast she was only now appreciating.
Feeling attracted to Lavender in the moment felt strange because no matter how much she felt right now she knew Lavender was never going to be the kind of person she would be friendly with on a daily basis.
“We’re going to head up to bed too now, it's getting quite late”, Harry had interrupted and he and Ginny sood yawning.
Ripped from her train of thought she stammered out a goodnight to her friends and watched them wall up their respective staircases.
Hermione took a quick look around and noticed that her and Lavender were the last two left standing.
“What happened there Hermione? You went quiet after I said that. I know it might have been a bit forward but just so you know if you did just want to let go for a night I could help you?”
Lavender appeared to be a little bit closer than before, Hermione wondered when that had happened. She also seemed to be leaning further in. Not to the point where she felt trapped, Lavender was giving her a choice, if Hermione wanted to Lavender was ready and willing to help here, right there and then.
Hermione thought about it for a moment, Lavender clearly wasn’t looking for commitment that much she was sure of. Whatever might occur Hermione knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere else, but she had already established that being casual wasn’t something that bothered her. Could she really let Lavender Brown take her virginity? What did it mean to Hermione, she knew her first time would likely be disappointing just by the law of averages, she also didn’t hold a lot of value in the concept of virginity, created by a patriarchy to evaluate the price of womanhood. Hermione felt like she could be surprisingly adaptable on this subject, maybe more so than she had been on anything before. She suddenly felt free and liberated.
Hermione leant forward to bridge the gap between them, she was so close she could feel Lavenders short breaths on her lips.
“Are you sure?”, Lavender whispered.
Hermione closed her eyes, no longer questioning anything, she knew that she wanted to do this.
She wet her lips and closed the gap entirely, feeling Lavender's glossed lips meet hers. She was warm and a small moan escaped her lips, clearly happy with Hermione’s final decision. Hermione felt Lavender’s lips part and she followed suit, her tongue met Lavender’s in the middle and Hermione felt an unexpected jolt of arousal pool in her cunt. Gods this felt good.
Lavender closed the remaining gap between their bodies and Hermione moved back further until her head fell back on the cushioned arm of the sofa. Lavender pressed her body into hers and she felt her slender frame and weight lay on top and her hands roamed their way up into Hermione’s hair.
“Is this okay Hermione?” Lavender whispered.
“Please, I think I need this”, there was a pause, Lavender was still waiting to give Hermione a way out, “I trust you with this”, Hermione gave the final seal of confirmation and Lavender continued to kiss her.
Hermione felt the heat build between her legs, a feeling she has never felt before and somehow held back a laugh that the fact that the only person on the planet to date that helped her feel aroused was Lavender fucking Brown. Hermione felt a hand move from her hair to cup one of her breasts and she let out a moan as Lavender’s thumb grazed her nipple. This is the most intimate she’s ever been and it felt so fucking good.
She sat up taking Lavender with her and emboldened by a new found sexual awakening and Butterbeer she had Lavender straddle her lap while they kissed, she dragged her hands up Lavender’s thighs and held onto her hips and she felt Lavender grind onto her lap. The extreme lack of contact with her own cunt left her desperately needing to feel more.
“Can I take this off?” Hermione whispered tugging at the hem of Lavender’s tank, salivating at the sight of her erect nipples through the material.
Lavender took the hem out of Hermione’s hands and pulled it over her head leaving her top half exposed, “you can suck them if you want”.
Hermione leant forward without hesitation taking Lavender’s pink nipple in her mouth and sucking hard. She let the nipple pop out of her mouth and looked up at her nervously, “let me know if I do anything wrong, I’m a quick learner”, she gave a knowing smirk.
“I can make you an Outstanding student by sunrise so long as you’re happy to take direction and reap the benefits of hard work. Carry on sucking”, Lavender commanded.
Hermione leant forward and continued to follow Lavender’s direction and suck hard on her nipples while she carried on grinding into her lap.
“Good girl, gods that feels so good Hermione” Lavender pulled her back to remove Hermione’s shirt so that she could play with her nipples while Hermione sucked. After a few minutes Hermione’s whimpering got too much and Lavender took pity on her.
“Lie back Hermione” she whispered as she climbed off her lap.
When Hermione had shuffled back down in the chair like she had been previously Lavender began to undo the buttons on her jeans.
“You’ve made your jeans all wet Hermione, I take it you’re enjoying yourself then?”
Hermione flushed, this was so hot and so embarrassing.
“None of that, the fact that I can make you this wet when nobody else has. Imagine what more your body is capable of with a little more help”.
The fact that Lavender was very good at this was slightly shocking to Hermione. The only thing that she had ever excelled at to her knowledge was absorbing all of Trelawney’s shit as though it had any truthful merit. Although miracles had been known to happen and Hermione was on the brink of orgasm by the girl so everyone had their gifts.
Lavender pulled on the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down her legs, before she realised it Hermione was completely bare with Lavender Brown between her legs in the middle of the Gryffindor common room.
“I know that look, don’t worry. If you want to stop you only need to say so but I’ve got very good hearing and I’ll have you covered up to a modest level well before anyone reaches the floor of this room. I’m sure you’ve worked out by now I’m well versed in this”, Lavender smirked again. Fucking wannabe Slytherin.
Hermione couldn’t resist though, as much as this may be a bad idea, being caught would be the most humiliating thing that could happen. She couldn't stop, she’d been curious for so many years that she needed it by now just to know it was possible.
She looked up at the girl and she felt that just for tonight she could trust her, she didn’t have any cunning intentions. They were both women that needed to get off and it may have taken up until tonight to learn that Lavender may be an airhead in the academic department but she was so attuned to her body that she had a knowledge that Hermione hadn’t discovered yet.
Hermione nodded at her giving her the final consent, for this moment she was Lavender’s to do as she wished.
Lavendered gave a small nod and a sweet smile and ran her fingers slowly along her inner thighs until they reached the apex. She brushed over the small patch of hair on Hermione’s cunt and then parted her lips with her thumb and slowly started to circle her clit.
Hermione felt a hum radiate up her body and through her limbs, this was like the small jolt she felt on herself all those years ago but multiplied by a dozen. It felt good.
She hummed and closed her eyes letting herself feel Lavender's apparent expert fingers curl round and delve into her cunt. There was an area on her upper wall that when pushed upon felt amazing.
“Just like that Hermione? How does that feel? Tell me?” Lavender whispered these demanding questions to her but she was only too happy to comply.
“Incredible, absolutely electrical”, Hermione couldn’t help but rock her hips into Lavender's hand needing more.
“Good girl, you’re getting it now. Just like this, take from me Hermione. You must have needed this for so long, fuck yourself on my fingers. You’re so hot right now I’ve never seen you look so free, so fun and so fragmented in such a beautiful way. You’re a stunning woman Hermione, this is the perfect version of you. You’re a free woman, keep fucking my hand, just like that, I can feel you tightening on me. This is what it feels like Hermione, this is what it feels like to come”, Lavender was whispering to her.
Hermione was listening to Lavender shower her with praise, gods how hot was this. She has never felt so free, she canted her hips up and down, up and down, up and down on Lavender's slender fingers. That spot on her anterior wall was being stroked and Lavender’s hand curved her fingers up so that every tug upwards she made was direct contact with it, her ministrations was driving Hermione mad, driving her to the brink of something beautiful.
“You're such a good girl Hermione, I know you like to hear it, hear how well you’re doing. You’ve got two of my fingers in your pretty little cunt, I bet you can take a third too. Of course you can, such a good girl. My hand is soaking, I can feel your wetness running down my fingers and pooling in my hand. This is what I’m doing to you, this is what you’re capable of doing. Your cunt is like a temple and with every thrust of my fingers and sweet of my thumb over your clit I can feel you get tighter and tighter. Take it all, you deserve this, you feel so warm and wet. I bet you taste incredible, the smell of your arousal is so intoxicating. Such a good girl fucking yourelf onto my fingers like this, I’ve never seen you so hungry for something not in a book”.
She could feel Lavender had sped up to the perfect pace, she couldn’t think straight only that whatever Lavender had taught her about her body was invaluable and now owed her back for it.
The moans were falling from Hermione’s lips now as she felt unable to contain her pleasure, Lavender was hitting the wall every time, thrust for thrust of her fingers and Hermione tuned back into what Lavender was saying.
“That’s it Hermione, you’re so tight now I can barely keep my fingers inside you, you’re doing so good. You are so fucking wet, you look like a goddess, sound like a goddess. I knew you could get there, I knew your body could do this, come now, come for me Hermione, you can let go and come for me”, Lavender begged.
Hermione was on the brink and just managed to throw up a wandless silencing charm before she felt her body give way and succumb to her first orgasm. Hermione couldn’t stop the long satiating moaning that came out of her mouth, she came so hard she had almost passed out and she felt her cunt release just as Lavender made a few final firm sweeps over her clit.
After a few moments Lavender slowed her movements down to a stop and she let Hermione catch her breath.
“Wow, just wow”, Hermione said breathily, not sure what else to say.
“You were incredible Hermione, look how incredible your body is and what it can do. I wasn’t lying, you are a goddess when you’re like that”, Lavender smiled.
Hermione smiled back suddenly feeling very continuous that she should reciprocate.
“Do you want me to-”, Hermione started.
Lavender stopped her, “No need, this was for you, I think you needed it all. Sucking my tits was definitely for my benefit but to be completely truthful you were so hot I’m going to use the sight of you coming undone as material for a while, you were stunning Hermione.”
“Oh well, um-”, Hermione felt truly stupid at that moment, she had no idea what to say.
“Listen, you don’t have to say anything at all to me. This isn’t likely to happen again but when I heard you tonight I think I knew I could help you give you a push in the right direction, I don’t know a lot but body empowerment and enjoying myself is one of the things that I do. Now look at you, you’re glowing. You’ve unlocked it all now. Also you’re not really my type either so don’t feel like you need to say anything.”
Hermione got it, the casualness she was happy with and she was glad Lavender knew the right things to say because she sure didn’t.
“Well, thank you Lavender. You’re not going to te-”
“Tell anyone? No Hermione, I’m a bitch not a monster. Now get dressed and we can both get to bed and carry on as normal tomorrow, I know we both will”, she held out her hand to Hermione.
Hermione sat up and gathered up her things wrapping herself in a gryffindor blanket that she would have to clean and return quietly tomorrow.
She took Lavender's hand and they went up to their dorm room, brushed their teeth and got into their separate beds. Hermione was just about to fall into a deep sleep when she realised she will always be grateful for that night's armistice.