Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure

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The next few hours were a blur for Hermione as she desperately tried to process the events of the morning. Every time she caught a glimpse of Ginny's fiery red hair in the corridors, her heart would race and her cock would throb insistently. It was maddening.

In Transfiguration, Hermione found herself unable to focus on Professor McGonagall's lecture for the first time in her academic career. Her mind kept drifting back to the feel of Ginny's hand on her, the taste of her lips on her lips...

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall's sharp voice cut through her reverie. "Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate the proper wand movement for transfiguring inanimate objects into small mammals?"

Hermione blinked, realizing the entire class was staring at her. "I... um... of course, Professor."

As she fumbled through the demonstration, Hermione could feel Ginny's eyes burning into her from across the room. She steadfastly refused to meet that heated gaze, focusing instead on not accidentally transfiguring her quill into something obscene.

By lunchtime, Hermione was a bundle of nerves. She'd managed to avoid direct contact with Ginny so far, but the constant state of arousal and anxiety was taking its toll.

"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "You seem a bit... off today, well, for quite a few days now."

Hermione forced a smile. "Just tired, I suppose. Didn't sleep well last night."

Ron snorted around a mouthful of shepherd's pie. "Yeah, that'll happen when you try to outdrink the entire house. Didn't think you had it in you, honestly."

"Yes, well," Hermione said primly, "it won't be happening again anytime soon."

As they ate, Hermione found herself sneaking glances down the table to where Ginny sat with her year-mates. The redhead was laughing at something Dean had said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Hermione felt a pang of... something. Longing? Jealousy? She wasn't sure.

"Earth to Hermione," Harry said, waving a hand in front of her face. "You still with us?"

Hermione startled, realizing she'd been staring. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a look. "We were talking about Quidditch practice later," Ron said slowly. "But if you'd rather moon over my sister..."

"I wasn't mooning!" Hermione protested, her face flushing. "I was just... lost in thought."

"Right," Ron said skeptically. "Well, when you're done 'thinking,' maybe you can help me with that Potions essay? It's due tomorrow and I haven't even started."

Grateful for the distraction, Hermione launched into a lecture on the properties of Ashwinder eggs and their uses in love potions. As she spoke, she felt some of the tension begin to ease from her shoulders. This was familiar territory - books, studying, helping her friends. She could handle this.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of classes and homework. Hermione threw herself into her studies with even more fervor than usual, desperate to keep her mind off her predicament. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was missing something important.

As evening approached, Hermione found herself in the library, surrounded by stacks of arcane tomes. She'd scoured every book on magical maladies, curses, and transformations she could find, but none of them mentioned anything remotely like her... situation.

With a frustrated groan, Hermione slammed shut "Moste Potente Potions" and buried her face in her hands. This was hopeless. How was she supposed to find a solution when she didn't even know what had caused the problem in the first place?

"Rough day?"

Hermione's head snapped up to see Luna Lovegood standing beside her table, a dreamy smile on her face.

"Oh, hello Luna," Hermione said with a bright smile, feeling relived to see her 'friend' nearby. "Just... doing some extra research."

Luna's eyes drifted over the titles visible on the table. "Hm. Interesting choice of topics. Are you perhaps dealing with an infestation of Wrackspurts? They can cause all sorts of strange physical manifestations, you know."

"No, nothing like that," Hermione said with a forced laugh. "Just... expanding my knowledge base."

Luna nodded sagely. "Well, I can see your problem is still with you, isn't it?" she asked, pointing down at the bulge on her waist.

Hermione sighed heavily, this was getting too annoying to deal with. 

"Do you want to help you?" Luna asked without hesitation, and Hermione almost said 'yes' she was sure that Luna could help her feel relived, and not to mention how pleasurable it felt everytime, but somehow, she found the will to say.

"No." Hermione said reluctantly. "I appreciate it, but what I need right now is to find a solution." she added, and Luna gave her one of her famous dreamy smiles.

"If you need me, you know where to find me."

As Luna drifted away, Hermione found herself pondering the girl's words. Maybe she was going about this all wrong. Maybe the answer wasn't in some dusty old tome, but somewhere she hadn't even considered looking yet.

With a sigh, Hermione began packing up her books. It was getting late, and she desperately needed a shower to clear her head.

As she made her way back to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione's mind whirled with possibilities. Should she confide in someone? McGonagall, perhaps? Or maybe Madam Pomfrey? The thought of explaining her condition to either of them made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

No, she decided as she climbed through the portrait hole. For now, this would remain her secret. She just needed more time to figure things out on her own.

The common room was mercifully empty as Hermione headed for the girls' dormitory. Most of her housemates were probably at dinner or finishing up last-minute assignments. Perfect.

Gathering her toiletries and a fresh change of clothes, Hermione made her way to the showers. The hot water would help her relax, help her think more clearly. And maybe, just maybe, she'd wake up tomorrow and find this had all been some elaborate, firewhisky-induced nightmare.

As she stepped into the steamy bathroom, Hermione allowed herself a small smile. 

Hermione stripped off her uniform and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day. 

Little did she know, her moment of tranquility was about to be shattered in the most unexpected and exhilarating way possible.

For a moment, all was quiet. The only sound was the gentle slosh of the water as she leaned back, letting her head rest against the edge of the tub. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the chaos of the past few days, trying to forget about everything that had happened—about Lavender, about Ginny, about Luna, about her own body betraying her in ways she couldn't control.

But no matter how hard she tried, the thoughts wouldn't leave her. The memory of Ginny's hand touching her cock, the teasing glint in her eye—it haunted her, replaying in her mind like a loop she couldn't escape. The feeling of Lavender's lips on hers. The feeling of Luna's mouth around her cock, the heat, the pleasure.

Hermione's hand drifted under the water, brushing against the sensitive hardness that had returned once again. Her cock throbbed, the water making everything feel more intense, more urgent. She closed her eyes tighter, biting her lip as she tried to will the feeling away, but it was no use. The sensation of being touched—Ginny's hand, her lips—it all rushed back to her, making her body ache with need.

No, Hermione thought, her mind fighting against the growing pleasure. I can't... I can't think about this.

But her body didn't listen. The heat of the water, the lingering memory of Ginny's touch—it all blended together, leaving Hermione feeling helpless, vulnerable, and impossibly aroused. She let out a shaky breath, her hand moving instinctively under the water, her fingers brushing against her cock.

The hot water cascaded over Hermione's body as she stood under the shower spray, trying to clear her mind of the day's stresses. But as the steam swirled around her, she found her thoughts drifting to more... carnal matters.

Her cock stood proudly at attention, begging for touch. Hermione bit her lip, fighting the urge to give in to temptation. She couldn't just... indulge herself in the communal showers.

But as the water ran in rivulets down her body, Hermione's resolve began to crumble. Almost against her will, her mind conjured up images from the day before - hazy memories of soft blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes.

"Luna," Hermione breathed, her hand drifting lower of its own accord.

She wrapped her fingers around her shaft, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her. Slowly, tentatively, she began to stroke herself, her movements growing more confident with each pass.

"Oh, Luna," Hermione moaned, her head falling back against the shower wall. "Your mouth feels so good..."

Lost in her fantasy, Hermione didn't hear the bathroom door open at first. It wasn't until she heard footsteps approaching that she froze, her hand still wrapped around her cock.

'Oh no,' she thought, panic rising in her chest. 'Please, not now...'

The door to her shower stall creaked open, and Hermione's eyes flew wide as she came face to face with a very naked, very smug-looking Ginny Weasley.

"Well, well," Ginny purred, her eyes raking over Hermione's body. "Looks like I caught you at a rather... interesting moment."

Hermione yelped, scrambling to cover herself with her hands. "Ginny! What are you- how did you- you can't be in here!"

Ginny just smirked, stepping fully into the stall and closing the door behind her. "Oh, I think I can. And I think you want me to be."

"I... that's not..." Hermione stammered, her face burning with embarrassment and arousal. "This isn't what it looks like!"

"No?" Ginny raised an eyebrow, her gaze dropping to where Hermione's hands were barely concealing her erection. "Because it looks like you were having a pretty good time in here all by yourself. Though I couldn't help but notice... you weren't calling my name."

Hermione's blush deepened. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Ginny took a step closer, the heat from her body mingling with the steam from the shower. "Oh, I think you do. Luna, was it? I have to admit, I'm a little hurt. Here I thought we had something special going on."

"Ginny, please," Hermione whispered, her resolve crumbling as Ginny pressed closer. "We can't... we shouldn't..."

"Why not?" Ginny murmured, her lips mere inches from Hermione's. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't explore this... new development."

Hermione's mind raced, searching for any logical argument. But as Ginny's hand came to rest on her hip, all coherent thought fled.

"I... I don't know how to control it," Hermione admitted, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. "I don't want to hurt you."

Ginny's eyes softened, a tender smile replacing her earlier smirk. "Oh, Hermione. You could never hurt me. Let me help you figure this out. Together."

And with that, Ginny closed the distance between them, capturing Hermione's lips in a searing kiss. 

As Ginny's lips moved against hers, Hermione felt a moment of blissful surrender. But then, like a bucket of ice water, reality came crashing down.

"Wait," Hermione gasped, pushing Ginny away gently. "We can't... I can't..."

The weight of everything - the confusion, the fear, the overwhelming desire - suddenly became too much. Hermione's legs gave out, and she sank to the shower floor, hugging her knees to her chest as hot tears mingled with the shower spray.

"Hermione?" Ginny's voice was soft, concerned. She knelt down beside her friend, all traces of seduction gone. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me."

Hermione's body shook with sobs. "I'm not alright, Ginny. Nothing's alright. Ever since... since this happened," she gestured vaguely at cock, "my whole life has turned upside down."

Ginny reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."

Hermione took a shuddering breath. "I've looked everywhere for a solution. Every book in the library, every obscure magical text I could find. There's nothing - no spell, no potion, nothing that can explain this or fix it."

She looked up at Ginny, her eyes red and puffy. "And the worst part is... with each day that passes, I'm not sure I want to get rid of it anymore. What kind of person does that make me?"

Ginny was quiet for a moment, considering her words carefully. Then she sighed, settling herself more comfortably on the wet tile.

"Hermione Jean Granger," she said firmly, "you listen to me right now. You are the brightest witch of our age, the cleverest person I know, and one of the bravest Gryffindors to ever walk these halls. This... unexpected addition doesn't change any of that."

Hermione sniffled. "But-"

"No buts," Ginny interrupted. "Look, I can't pretend to understand exactly what you're going through. But I do know what it's like to feel different, to feel like your body isn't quite right."

She took a deep breath. "Remember my first year? After the Chamber?"

Hermione nodded slowly. How could she forget?

"For months after that, I felt... wrong. Like my body wasn't my own anymore. Like Tom had left some part of himself behind, tainting me." Ginny's voice was quiet, but steady. "It took me a long time to realize that I was still me. Changed, yes, but still Ginny Weasley at my core."

She reached out, tilting Hermione's chin up to meet her gaze. "This is no different. Whatever caused this change, whatever you decide to do about it - it doesn't define you. You're still Hermione. Brilliant, bossy, beautiful Hermione."

Hermione felt a fresh wave of tears, but these were different. "Ginny, I... I don't know what to say."

Ginny smiled softly. "You don't have to say anything. Just listen, okay? It's okay to be confused. It's okay to be scared. And it's definitely okay if you're starting to like this new part of yourself. There's nothing wrong with exploring your sexuality, in whatever form it takes."

She paused, a mischievous glint entering her eye. "And between you and me? I think it's pretty hot."

Despite everything, Hermione felt a laugh bubble up in her chest. "Ginevra Weasley! You can't just say things like that!"

"Why not?" Ginny grinned. "It's true. And I'm not the only one who thinks so, if Luna's involvement is any indication."

Hermione groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh Merlin, you heard that?"

"Mhm," Ginny hummed. "And I have to say, I'm a little jealous. But we can discuss that later." Her tone grew serious again. "Right now, I want you to know that you're not alone in this, Hermione. Whatever you need - research partner, confidante, or... something more - I'm here for you."

Hermione looked up, meeting Ginny's earnest gaze. "You really mean that?"

"With all my heart," Ginny nodded. "We'll figure this out together, okay? No pressure, no expectations. Just two friends... exploring new territory."

For the first time in days, Hermione felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

"Thank you," Hermione whispered, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Ginny's. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ginny smiled, reaching up to tuck a wet strand of hair behind Hermione's ear. "Lucky for you, you'll never have to find out."

As they stood, Hermione suddenly became very aware of their mutual nakedness. She blushed, averting her eyes.

Ginny just laughed. "Oh, don't go shy on me now, Granger. I've already seen the goods, remember?"

Hermione groaned, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"Yep," Ginny said cheerfully. "And you love me for it."

As the last of Hermione's tears subsided, she felt a lightness in her chest that had been absent for days. Ginny's words had touched something deep within her, soothing fears she hadn't even fully acknowledged.

"Thank you, Ginny," Hermione said softly. "I mean it. I feel... better."

Ginny grinned, reaching for a bottle of shampoo. "Well, good. Because you were starting to smell, and I wasn't sure how to tell you."

"Hey!" Hermione spluttered, swatting at Ginny's arm. "I do not smell!"

"Mhmm, sure," Ginny teased, squeezing a dollop of shampoo into her palm. "Turn around, you great stinky genius. Let me wash your hair."

Still grumbling good-naturedly, Hermione complied. As Ginny's fingers began massaging her scalp, she felt the last of the tension melt from her shoulders.

"Mmm," Hermione hummed. "That feels nice."

"See? I'm not just a pretty face and a great Quidditch player. I've got magic fingers too."

Hermione snorted. "Is that what you tell all the girls?"

"Nah," Ginny said, working the shampoo into a lather. "Just the ones with surprise packages between their legs."

"Ginny!" Hermione gasped, but she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. It felt good to joke about it, to treat it as something other than a life-altering crisis.

As Ginny rinsed the shampoo from Hermione's hair, their conversation drifted to lighter topics. Quidditch strategies, the latest gossip from the Hufflepuff table, wild theories about what Snape did on his days off.

"I'm telling you," Ginny insisted as she reached for the body wash, "he's got a secret karaoke habit. Why else would he be so obsessed with billowing robes? Dramatic flair, obviously."

Hermione giggled at the mental image. "Oh yes, I'm sure he does a rousing rendition of 'I Will Survive' every Saturday night."

"Probably dedicates it to Harry," Ginny snickered. "Alright, turn around. Let me get your back."

As Ginny's soapy hands glided across her shoulders, Hermione found herself relaxing into the touch. It felt... nice. Intimate.

"So," Ginny said casually, "speaking of Harry... how are things going with Ron?"

Hermione tensed slightly. "Oh, um... fine, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

Ginny's hands paused for a moment before resuming their gentle scrubbing. "Just curious. You two seemed... close, before all this happened."

Hermione sighed. "We were. Are? I don't know anymore. It's all so complicated now."

"Because of the... addition?" Ginny asked gently.

"Partly," Hermione admitted. "But also... I'm not sure if what I felt for Ron was real, or just what everyone expected of us. And now, with everything that's happened..."

She trailed off, not sure how to put her jumbled feelings into words.

"Hey," Ginny said softly, turning Hermione to face her. "It's okay to be confused. And it's okay if your feelings have changed. You're allowed to want different things now."

Hermione met Ginny's eyes, seeing nothing but understanding and affection there. "Even if those things are... unconventional?"

Ginny's lips quirked into a smile. "Hermione, you're currently sporting nine inches of magical cock. I think we left 'conventional' behind a while ago."

Despite herself, Hermione burst out laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into full-blown, stomach-clutching laughter. Ginny joined in, and soon they were both howling with mirth, holding onto each other to keep from slipping on the wet shower floor.

"Oh Merlin," Hermione gasped between giggles. "When you put it like that..."

"See?" Ginny said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "It's not all doom and gloom. Sometimes it's just... really fucking funny."

Hermione's laughter tapered off into hiccuping giggles. "I can't believe this is my life now. Shower heart-to-hearts and magically sprouted genitalia."

"Could be worse," Ginny shrugged, reaching for the soap again. "Could've grown an extra head instead. Though I suppose that would've made snogging easier..."

"Ginny!" Hermione shrieked, dissolving into laughter once more.

As they finished washing up, trading increasingly ridiculous theories about the origin of Hermione's new appendage ("Maybe you're part Veela? I hear they can shapeshift." "Don't be ridiculous, Gin. If I were part Veela, I'd have better hair."), Hermione felt truly light for the first time in days.

She'd been so focused on finding a "cure," on getting back to normal, that she hadn't allowed herself to see the humor in the situation. Or the potential for... exploration.

As the steam swirled around them, Hermione found her gaze drawn to Ginny. Rivulets of water cascaded down the redhead's freckled skin, tracing tantalizing paths that Hermione's eyes couldn't help but follow.

Ginny caught her staring and smirked. "See something you like, Granger?"

Hermione blushed but didn't look away. "Maybe," she admitted softly. "Is that okay?"

Ginny's expression softened. She took a step closer, her hand coming to rest on Hermione's waist. "More than okay," she murmured.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them charged with possibility. Hermione's heart raced as Ginny leaned in, her breath warm against Hermione's cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" Ginny whispered.

Instead of answering, Hermione closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Ginny's in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, exploratory, but quickly deepened..

Hermione moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Ginny's wet hair. She felt her cock stirring, hardening against Ginny's thigh.

Ginny broke the kiss with a giggle. "Well hello there," she said, glancing down at Hermione's erection. "Looks like someone's excited."

Hermione blushed furiously. "I'm sorry, I can't always control it-"

"Hey," Ginny interrupted, placing a finger on Hermione's lips. "No apologies, remember? I think it's hot." She pressed closer, letting Hermione's cock slide between her thighs. "Mmm, and it feels nice too."

Hermione gasped at the sensation. "Oh Merlin, Ginny..."

Ginny grinned, rolling her hips slightly. "So tell me, what does it feel like? Having a cock, I mean."

Hermione bit her lip, trying to find the words. "It's... intense. Sensitive. Sometimes it feels like all my nerve endings are concentrated there." She blushed deeper. "And when I get aroused, it's like this building pressure. Like I might explode if I don't... you know."

"Cum?" Ginny supplied helpfully, her hand trailing down Hermione's stomach.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah. That."

Ginny's fingers brushed lightly against Hermione's shaft, eliciting a sharp gasp. "And has anyone helped you with that yet?" she asked coyly.

Hermione hesitated. "Well... Luna knows about it."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up. "How did that happen?"

Hermione squirmed, partly from embarrassment and partly from the teasing touches Ginny was still trailing along her length. "It was three days ago. When I ran out of the Main Hall. She found me and I just confessed to her about my situation. Luna decided that sucking my cock would be the best way of learning more about it. Again, it happened yesterday. I was in the library, trying to research a solution, and she just... appeared. You know how she is."

Ginny nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"She said she could sense my 'aura was all twisted up', whatever that means. And then she offered to help me 'realign my energies'." Hermione's voice dropped to a whisper. "With her mouth."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Merlin's saggy left- Luna gave you a blowjob in the library?"

Hermione nodded, her face burning. "It was... educational."

Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, I bet it was. Trust Luna to turn cocksucking into a learning experience." Her eyes glinted mischievously. "So... did she do a good job?"

"Ginny!" Hermione squeaked.

"What? I'm curious!" Ginny grinned. "Maybe I want to take notes."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "You... you want to...?"

Ginny's smile softened. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Hermione's lips. "I want to do a lot of things with you, Hermione Granger. If you'll let me."

Hermione's heart soared. She pulled Ginny close, kissing her deeply. As their bodies pressed together under the warm spray, Hermione felt a sense of rightness wash over her.

Maybe this wasn't a curse after all. Maybe it was the beginning of something wonderful.

As Ginny's hand wrapped around her cock, Hermione gasped into the kiss. Oh yes, she thought. Definitely wonderful.

"So," Ginny purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along Hermione's shaft, "tell me more about this educational experience with Luna. How did it feel?"

Hermione's breath hitched at Ginny's touch. "It was... intense. Unlike anything I've ever felt before."

"Mmm, I bet," Ginny murmured. "Was she good at it? Natural talent, or more of a novice?"

Hermione blushed deeply. "Well, to be honest, she only really focused on the head. But Merlin, even that was incredible. The way her tongue swirled around...Oh Merlin, Gin... it felt amazing. But Luna only really focused on the head. She said something about it being the most sensitive part, and how concentrating there would help 'channel my energies' or something."

Ginny laughed, a warm, rich sound that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. "Of course she did. Classic Luna." Her gaze dropped to Hermione's cock, which was now fully erect and throbbing in her grasp. "So she didn't take you all the way in, huh?"

Hermione shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, just... just the tip."

Ginny let out a low whistle. "Well now, that's a shame. All this gorgeous cock, and she didn't even get to the best part." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she stared hungrily at Hermione's length. "I bet you'd love to feel a warm, wet mouth sliding all the way down, wouldn't you?"

Hermione's cock twitched at the suggestion. "Ginny, you don't have to-"

"Oh, I want to," Ginny interrupted, her voice husky. "But first, I'm curious. How does it compare to having your pussy played with? Better? Worse?"

Hermione bit her lip. "It's... different. Both feel amazing, but in totally different ways. And, um... I still have my pussy. It's just... below my balls now."

Ginny's eyes widened. She let out a low whistle. "Bloody hell, Hermione. You really got the best of both worlds, didn't you?" Her gaze dropped to Hermione's crotch, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, the possibilities..."

The shower's warm spray continued to cascade over them as Ginny slowly sank to her knees. Hermione gasped, her hands flying to Ginny's shoulders for support.

Ginny looked up, her brown eyes dark with desire. "Can I have a taste?" she asked, her breath ghosting over Hermione's sensitive flesh.

Hermione could only nod, her voice lost in a haze of anticipation. As Ginny leaned in, Hermione's world narrowed to a single point of exquisite sensation.

Oh Merlin, she thought hazily. This was going to be quite the education indeed.

Ginny's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Hermione's impressive length up close. "Merlin's beard, Hermione," she breathed. "You're gorgeous."

Hermione blushed deeply, both from the compliment and the intense sensation of Ginny's warm breath on her sensitive skin. "Th-thank you," she stammered.

With a mischievous grin, Ginny leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Mmm," Ginny hummed. "Sensitive, aren't we?"

Before Hermione could respond, Ginny's tongue darted out, swirling around the head in a way that made Hermione's knees weak.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands flying to Ginny's wet hair for support.

Ginny pulled back with a cheeky grin. "Like that, do you? Just wait until I really get started."

True to her word, Ginny dove back in with enthusiasm. Her lips wrapped around Hermione's shaft, taking her deeper than Luna had dared. The warm, wet suction was unlike anything Hermione had ever felt before.

"Ginny," Hermione moaned. "That feels... oh Merlin..."

Ginny hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Hermione's body. She pulled off with a pop, licking her lips. "You taste divine, I think I just found my new favorite popsicle, 'Mione. I could do this all day."

As she returned to her task, Ginny's hands weren't idle. They roamed Hermione's thighs, cupped her balls, even dipped lower to tease at her still-present pussy. The dual stimulation had Hermione seeing stars.

Between licks and sucks, Ginny kept up a steady stream of commentary. "Mmm, I can see why Luna was so eager to help. You're addictive."

Hermione could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure.

Ginny pulled back again, her hand still stroking Hermione's shaft. "You know," she said conversationally, as if she wasn't in the middle of giving Hermione a blowjob, "Ron's had a crush on you for ages."

Hermione blinked, trying to focus through the pleasure. "What? Ron?"

Ginny nodded. "Mhm. Practically writes your name in his diary, I reckon. How do you feel about that?"

Hermione considered for a moment. With Ginny on her knees before her, Ron was about the furthest thing from her mind. "I... don't, really," she admitted. "Feel anything about it, I mean."

Ginny's eyes lit up. "No? Well then," she purred, "I guess I don't have to feel guilty about this, do I?"

With that, she took Hermione back into her mouth, this time taking half of the cock until it was too much and starts choking a little.

Hermione cried out, her hips bucking. The feeling of Ginny's throat constricting around her was indescribable.

"Ginny!" she gasped. "How did you- that's incredible!"

Ginny pulled back, gasping for air but looking immensely pleased with herself. "What can I say? I'm a natural." She winked. "Now, where were we?"

As Ginny resumed her enthusiastic ministrations, Hermione lost herself in the sensations. The warm water cascading over them, the steam clouding the air, and Ginny's talented mouth working magic on her cock - it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

Hermione's moans echoed off the shower walls as Ginny explored every inch of her new appendage. She licked long stripes from base to tip, swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, and took Hermione deep into her throat again and again.

"You're so responsive," Ginny murmured between licks. "I love the sounds you make."

Hermione could feel a familiar pressure building, but it was different this time - more intense, more all-consuming. "Ginny," she panted. "I think I'm close..."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with determination. "Then let go," she said. "I want to taste all of you."

With renewed vigor, Ginny took Hermione deep, her throat working around the shaft as her hand gently massaged Hermione's balls. The combined sensations were overwhelming.

As Ginny continued her passionate oral exploration, Hermione felt herself teetering on the edge of something monumental. The pressure built and built, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her at any moment.

"Ginny," she gasped. "I'm going to- oh Merlin, I'm-"

Ginny's only response was to redouble her efforts, her eyes locked on Hermione's face as she brought her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Ginny pulled back just as Hermione was on the brink, eliciting a frustrated whine from the brunette.

"Not so fast," Ginny teased, her hand still lazily stroking Hermione's shaft. "I want to hear something first."

Hermione squirmed, desperate for release. "Anything, just please..."

Ginny's eyes glinted mischievously. "Tell me, who else have you been eyeing lately? And don't say 'no one' - I've seen you looking."

Hermione blushed deeply. "I... I don't know what you mean."

"Oh come on," Ginny prodded. "What about Lavender? Those big tits of hers must look pretty tempting now that you've got this to slide between them." She gave Hermione's cock a squeeze for emphasis.

Hermione's breath hitched at the mental image. "Ginny!"

"Or the Patil twins?" Ginny continued, her voice low and sultry. "Imagine them on either side of you, taking turns..."

Hermione whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Ooh, you like that idea, don't you?" Ginny grinned. "What about Susan Bones? I swear her tits are even bigger than Lavender's. Bet they'd feel amazing wrapped around this thick cock of yours."

"Merlin, Ginny," Hermione gasped. "Where did you learn to talk like this?"

Ginny winked. "A lady never tells. Now, how about Cho? I've seen you watching her at Quidditch practice. Bet you'd love to bend her over a broom, wouldn't you?"

Hermione's face burned, but she couldn't deny the effect Ginny's words were having on her.

"Or maybe," Ginny purred, "you prefer a more... mature woman? How about Draco's mum. Proper MILF, that one."

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, scandalized but undeniably aroused. Her mind went to the dream she had the night before the cock grew in her thighs, she could still remembered her thighs, her ass, her wonderful mouth. She wondered if the day would come when she would feel that, but for real this time.

Ginny laughed, clearly enjoying Hermione's flustered state. "Alright, alright. One last question before I let you cum." She looked up at Hermione through her lashes. "How do I compare to Luna? Am I better at sucking your delicious cock?"

Hermione groaned, her head falling back against the shower wall. "Ginny, please..."

"Uh uh," Ginny tutted. "Answer the question, or I'll leave you like this."

Hermione looked down at Ginny, her eyes dark with desire. "You're incredible," she said honestly. "Luna was good, but you... Merlin, Ginny, I've never felt anything like this."

Ginny's smile was triumphant. "That's what I thought. Now, where were we?"

Hermione's head fell back against the shower wall as Ginny resumed her passionate ministrations. The redhead's technique had improved exponentially in just the short time they'd been at it.

"Oh Ginny," Hermione moaned, her fingers tangling in Ginny's wet hair. "That feels incredible."

Ginny hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending shivers up Hermione's spine. She took Hermione deeper than before, her throat constricting around the shaft in a way that had Hermione seeing stars.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh Merlin, how are you so good at this?"

Ginny pulled back, gasping for air but looking immensely pleased with herself. "Natural talent, I suppose," she winked. "Plus, you're just so responsive, and your cock is delicius."

As she returned to her task, Ginny's hands weren't idle. They roamed Hermione's thighs, cupped her balls, even dipped lower to tease at her still-present pussy. The dual stimulation had Hermione's knees weakening.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," Hermione chanted, lost in a haze of pleasure. Each bob of Ginny's head sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

Ginny pulled back again, her hand still working Hermione's shaft. "You know," she said conversationally, as if she wasn't in the middle of giving an earth-shattering blowjob, "you should come to the Burrow for Christmas."

Hermione blinked, trying to focus through the fog of arousal. "What?"

"Christmas," Ginny repeated, punctuating her words with little kitten licks to Hermione's tip. "At my place. We could have so much fun together."

Hermione's mind reeled at the implications. "I... I don't know, Gin. What about your family?"

Ginny grinned wickedly. "Oh, don't worry about them. We can be quiet." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Plus, Fleur will be there. You know, Veela? Absolutely gorgeous?"

The mental image of the stunning blonde hit Hermione like a lightning bolt. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

Ginny's eyes lit up with amusement. "Oh ho! Looks like someone's got a little crush on my future sister-in-law. Can't say I blame you - she is quite the dish."

Hermione blushed furiously. "Ginny, I-"

"Shh," Ginny interrupted. "No need to explain. I think it's hot." She winked. "Maybe if you're very, very good, I'll even share."

Before Hermione could process that tantalizing suggestion, Ginny's mouth was on her again, more passionate than ever.

Hermione's hips bucked forward as the pressure building deep inside her hit its breaking point. She threw her head back against the tiles, gasping, her whole body trembling as she finally came. The first thick spurt of cum shot deep into Ginny's throat, and Hermione let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed off the shower walls.

Ginny gagged slightly as the sudden flood hit her, but she didn't pull back. She moaned around Hermione's cock. Ginny's lips remained sealed tight around the pulsing length, and she swallowed greedily, her eyes fluttering shut as rope after rope of cum coated her throat. Every swallow was followed by a soft, pleased hum.

"Ginny!" she cried out, her fingers tightening in the redhead's hair. "Oh Merlin, Ginny!"

Ginny moaned enthusiastically around Hermione's throbbing length, the vibrations only intensifying the sensations. She held Hermione's hips steady, eagerly accepting everything the brunette had to offer.

Hermione's orgasm seemed to go on and on, each pulse more intense than the last. She distantly realized she was cumming harder and longer than she ever had before, even surpassing her experience with Luna. The pleasure was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

"So... much..." Hermione gasped between waves. "How is there... so much?"

Ginny's only response was a muffled moan of delight as she continued to swallow eagerly. Her throat worked rhythmically, not letting a single drop escape.

As the torrent finally began to subside, Hermione slumped back against the shower wall, her legs trembling. Ginny pulled back slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied grin.

"Merlin's saggy left testicle, Hermione," she breathed. "That was incredible. You taste even better than I imagined."

Hermione blushed deeply, still trying to catch her breath. "I can't believe how much I cummed," she admitted. "It's never been like that before."

Ginny's grin widened. "Well, I'd like to think I had something to do with that." She winked playfully. "But maybe your new equipment just needed a proper workout."

As Hermione's heart rate slowly returned to normal, she couldn't help but marvel at the situation. Here she was, standing naked in the shower with an equally naked Ginny Weasley, who had just given her the blowjob of a lifetime. It was surreal.

"Thank you," Hermione said softly, reaching out to caress Ginny's cheek. "That was... amazing doesn't even begin to cover it."

Ginny leaned into the touch, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "Oh trust me, the pleasure was all mine. Well, maybe not all mine," she amended with a chuckle. "But definitely mutual."

As the warm water continued to cascade over them, Hermione felt a surge of tenderness towards the redhead. She pulled Ginny to her feet, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace.

"You're incredible, Ginny Weasley," Hermione murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Ginny returned the kiss eagerly, her hands roaming Hermione's back. When they finally parted, both girls were breathless.

"So," Ginny said, her eyes twinkling, "about that Christmas invitation..."

Hermione laughed, feeling lighter and happier than she had in weeks. "You know what? I think I just might take you up on that offer."

As Ginny's face lit up with excitement, Hermione knew that this was just the beginning.

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