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snoggedTitle: Chistmas Lights
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters of Harry Potter. I lay no claim to them.
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Word Count: 437
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; f/f, holiday bondage, oral
Summary: Hermione and Ginny celebrate Christmas together…in their own special way. Both are over the age of 17.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jewelledfairy who wanted Hermione/Ginny – trimming the Christmas tree and a little kinky.
Hermione pulled out the tangled string of Christmas lights and frowned. She could do this the Muggle way, the way she had when she was a child living with her parents, but there was something freeing about being able to do magic to make the process easier.
She aimed her wand at the lights and muttered an incantation. The lights easily untangled and even wrapped themselves around the tree.
A smile broke across Ginny’s face and an idea flashed into her head. She was going to make the holidays just a tad more memorable for her girl. “Hermione, what was that incantation again?”
“Incarcerous Holidaeus,” Hermione recited, always eager to share her knowledge.
Ginny nodded and pulled out another string of lights. She recited the spell and flicked her wand in Hermione’s direction. The lights untangled and before Hermione could even squeak, they had wrapped themselves around her wrists. The delicate baubles looked so vivid against the pale expanse of the witch’s skin.
“Ginny,” Hermione mouthed. “What are you doing?”
Ginny scooted closer to Hermione and traced her fingers along her girlfriend’s inner thigh. “Making you remember why you picked me over my stupid brother. Now lie down on your back and raise your arms above your head.”
Hermione hesitantly obeyed and watched as Ginny’s head disappeared under her robes. She blushed crimson knowing that Ginny would find no panties to block her path.
Ginny’s tongue darted across her folds and Hermione felt her whole body contract in pleasure.
“Merlin’s Beard! Ginny!” Hermione moaned. She wanted so badly to run her fingers through Ginny’s bright red hair but she also wanted to follow Ginny’s orders. She had a fetish for authority figures and those who could take authority in situations. It had been that way ever since she had first developed a crush on Snape.
Ginny was fully aware of Hermione’s needs and she knew what would bring her girl to new heights of passion. Her tongue flicked and swirled and thrust, lapping up Hermione’s sweet cream until Hermione reached her bursting point.
Ginny extracted herself from Hermione’s robes and captured the witch’s mouth in a searing kiss. “Think we should finish up the tree?”
Hermione shook her head. “I’ve got a better idea. It involves the bedroom, and some more of those Christmas lights. Along with good tidings and some good old-fashioned holiday cheer.”
Ginny grinned, satisfied that her plan to procrastinate was working. Besides, they could have that tree decorated in five seconds with the well placed swish of a wand. They’d just have to find time for it…much later. Maybe they’d do it tomorrow.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters of Harry Potter. I lay no claim to them.
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Word Count: 437
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; f/f, holiday bondage, oral
Summary: Hermione and Ginny celebrate Christmas together…in their own special way. Both are over the age of 17.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for
jewelledfairy who wanted Hermione/Ginny – trimming the Christmas tree and a little kinky.Hermione pulled out the tangled string of Christmas lights and frowned. She could do this the Muggle way, the way she had when she was a child living with her parents, but there was something freeing about being able to do magic to make the process easier.
She aimed her wand at the lights and muttered an incantation. The lights easily untangled and even wrapped themselves around the tree.
A smile broke across Ginny’s face and an idea flashed into her head. She was going to make the holidays just a tad more memorable for her girl. “Hermione, what was that incantation again?”
“Incarcerous Holidaeus,” Hermione recited, always eager to share her knowledge.
Ginny nodded and pulled out another string of lights. She recited the spell and flicked her wand in Hermione’s direction. The lights untangled and before Hermione could even squeak, they had wrapped themselves around her wrists. The delicate baubles looked so vivid against the pale expanse of the witch’s skin.
“Ginny,” Hermione mouthed. “What are you doing?”
Ginny scooted closer to Hermione and traced her fingers along her girlfriend’s inner thigh. “Making you remember why you picked me over my stupid brother. Now lie down on your back and raise your arms above your head.”
Hermione hesitantly obeyed and watched as Ginny’s head disappeared under her robes. She blushed crimson knowing that Ginny would find no panties to block her path.
Ginny’s tongue darted across her folds and Hermione felt her whole body contract in pleasure.
“Merlin’s Beard! Ginny!” Hermione moaned. She wanted so badly to run her fingers through Ginny’s bright red hair but she also wanted to follow Ginny’s orders. She had a fetish for authority figures and those who could take authority in situations. It had been that way ever since she had first developed a crush on Snape.
Ginny was fully aware of Hermione’s needs and she knew what would bring her girl to new heights of passion. Her tongue flicked and swirled and thrust, lapping up Hermione’s sweet cream until Hermione reached her bursting point.
Ginny extracted herself from Hermione’s robes and captured the witch’s mouth in a searing kiss. “Think we should finish up the tree?”
Hermione shook her head. “I’ve got a better idea. It involves the bedroom, and some more of those Christmas lights. Along with good tidings and some good old-fashioned holiday cheer.”
Ginny grinned, satisfied that her plan to procrastinate was working. Besides, they could have that tree decorated in five seconds with the well placed swish of a wand. They’d just have to find time for it…much later. Maybe they’d do it tomorrow.