Ginny seduces Hermione

Ginny’s POV (two hours before Cho comes home)

No words could appreciate how beautiful this girl is. Hermione is better than any famous portrait, any orchestral symphony and every poem ever written. On my best days, with my entire makeup supplies and professional help, I couldn’t look nearly as good as her with only a contented smile.

She even chews her food beautifully, it’s so unfair. She swallowed her mouthful and glanced up at me with her most beautiful feature, her caramel-chocolate eyes. “Credit where it’s due Gin, this is heavenly.”

I hold in a blissful sigh but can’t reign in my appreciative eyes observing her delicate face. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

“How did you know I adore lobster?” Hermione quizzed, only playfully suspicious.

“I adore lobster. We’ve collectively got extremely good taste in food” I supplied.

“Well, you still got to cook it and you did that superbly” Hermione complimented me.

“I’ve cooked harder stuff before, albeit with mum leading. Do you miss our meals at the Burrow?”

“Miss? Ginny I still have meals at the Burrow” Hermione warmly responds.

“Nowhere near as frequently though”

“Which only helps to appreciate it better, right?”

I can’t argue there, it is a real treat to look forward to these days, no longer simply an expectation. “True. But I mean more than just the food?”

Hermione was thoughtful for a moment and came back with a winning smile. “I do miss the way Fred and George went extremely overboard with their twin shenanigans, even arranging the way their food looked on the plate so it was symmetrical to the other.”

“Oh gosh, do you know why they started doing that?” I excitedly replied.

“Because it’s Fred and George?”

“More specific than that. You know how mum got them mixed up all the time, well she used to memorise their plates as she dished them out, so at mealtimes she’d know which was which. Fred would get one more potato, or George would get a lot more gravy in his batter pudding.”

Hermione guffawed. “That’s ingenious yet wacky at the same time.”

“Do you remember when Percy went vegetarian, the first meal after he forgot to tell mum?”

“Yeah I remember, it’s one of Molly Weasley’s top scary moments.”

I laugh, remembering mum’s face of thunder when Percy forgot himself and laid down his knife and fork after a mouthful of meat. “See, dinner wasn’t always about the food. It brought us together, even in darkness.”

Hermione nodded, the mood dipping a bit. “Yeah it did.”

“So why isn’t it bringing us together with you? It’s been three weeks since your last Weasley dinner...that was off the back of a two month absence before then”

Hermione sighed and focused on cutting into her food, which needed no further dissecting to be honest. “A dinner invitation comes with a choice, one that I find unnecessary to make but do so as fairly as I can.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

“It means I’m always choosing between the Weasley’s or my girlfriend, now fiancée. Because it’s blatantly clear I can’t have both as far as your mother is concerned.”

I know she was right, mum isn’t Cho’s biggest fan. Fleur has a better rapport with her than Cho these days. Those were some of the few times I could be with Hermione and truly imagine we’re dating. We had a good connection when it’s just me and her, I need her to see that connection for what it truly is. “You choose Cho far more than you choose us.”

“Ginny” Hermione groaned. “It’s always been fifty-fifty. Most times I genuinely cannot make it because of work commitments. More to the point though, I’d be over a lot more if people just tried to placate me, as much as I placate for them. When I choose to come to dinner I’ve chosen your family over her, that’s a courtesy I by rights don’t have to make. Yet I do. If me and Cho can’t be accepted now, then things will only get worse when we’re married.”

I wisely say no more. Firstly because causing an argument wasn’t the greatest seduction strategy. At the same time I recognise her point, even if I hate it. I just reach over for the pinot grigio and top our glasses up. “We just miss seeing you Hermione.”

“Seeing me means you will be seeing Cho, that’s who I am and what you shall be getting from now on. If that can happen peacefully then you will never see me turn down another dinner invitation” Hermione assured firmly.

That wasn’t going to happen. And her being engaged stops nothing as far as I’m concerned. If everything goes smoothly she’ll choose us (me) for good. “You seemed upset earlier, is something wrong?”

Hermione chewed and pretended that that bite of lobster meat was particularly tough, so she didn’t have to answer straight away. That meat is cooked to perfection and that’s how I know she's playing for time. When she ‘finished’ eventually she answered modestly “no, there’s nothing wrong.”

Okay. If I didn’t already know she was lying because of my seduction plan being setup by Cho no less, then I’d easily know she’s lying just by her mannerisms. “I say ‘seemed’ but what I meant was ‘you were sad’. You gonna tell me about it?”

“There isn't anything to tell” she stubbornly insisted.

“That is universal code for the contrary. Spit it out Granger.”

Hermione had tried time-wasting and denial, any other strategy was purely not going to work with me, and that's why after fighting for a few moments more she gave in. “What’s wrong? Most probably nothing. I could be overworking my brain over it, as per usual.”

“You could be doing that. On the other hand, this could be something you don't want to overlook, so the best thing is to tell me.”

Hermione paused to fill up that gap of courage that was preventing her from coming out and saying. “I think Cho thinks I'm cheating on her.”.

“She has accused you of cheating on her?”

“No, accused isn't the word. It's...it’s almost like she's dead sure but has completely forgiven me. She's so convinced that even though I know I haven't done anything, I'm doubting myself.”

I try not to smile, using the rim of my glass to cover it up just in case I failed. “She's forgiven you, that's bold.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she's supposedly forgiven you before she's even allowed you a defense, to me that's just insulting. Has she told you how she knows?”

Hermione shook her head uncertainly. “She didn't mention specifics, she didn't even outright say, she just...hinted.”

“Hinted?”

“It’s weird I know, but if you heard her last night you'd understand” Hermione leaned into her hand, scrunching the side of her face in a rather cute way.

“Well what did she say?” I reiterate I already had prior knowledge, but even so talking like this to Hermione was like getting blood out of a stone.

“She said she’d forgive me if I ever inadvertently contradicted my love for her. She said she loved me, and always would. Sometimes...sometimes we...” Hermione began to sniffle. “Sometimes we forget we love someone, and do things that go against our love for someone. That's pretty much the gist of it.”

Honestly Chang, say what you mean don't play riddles with the girl. “And from that you perceived she was talking about you cheating on her?”

“”Contradictive of love” Ginny. Me and Cho argue maybe once a year, and never to a degree where we claim our love for the other has been diminished. There's zero ****, no mind games or controlling behaviour. And we always have time for each other. So that covers conflict, ****, and neglect. The only remaining thing I can attribute to contradictive love is infidelity.”

Is this what it's like when smart people cohabit? They can't talk properly, they consistently need to work their brains or the brains of the other person, to make a simple point. Or maybe that was just a trait of Cho’s that Hermione has to adapt to. Trust me, if I've got a problem Hermione will know it straight away, not by trying to guess the truth several days afterwards.

To be honest, this part of the plan was pointless to me. Cho making Hermione feel untrusted, if not utterly confused, what exactly was that contributing to the inevitable seduction. If anything Hermione is less likely to cheat now because she's already suspected of it.

I get that the mindframe is important, and failing or succeeding to frazzle Hermione would be the difference. But this psychology, and reading-between-the-lines crap, was hardly the right way either. Not that Cho even wants me to do it right, maybe that was the point.

Either way I'm doomed to fail if I continue on this strategy. I don't do failure so I should just come out with some ideas of my own. “Remember when you and Cho announced you were an item, and people were questioning how Cho Chang could swing both ways?”

Hermione had abandoned her meal but I don't care as much as I would normally. “Yes, I slammed them people down in a shot. I've never liked labels.”

“Did you find it surprising how nobody questioned how you could swing both ways?”

Hermione was about to go into her standard lecture, so I cut it off before it started. “Save the speech, just answer the question. Did you notice how people found Cho more surprising than you?”

Hermione frowned, probably not believing that to be the case at all. “No.”

“Neither of you dated girls before, then when you started dating each other the scrutiny on the outside wasn't on you, it was on Cho.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“That people already knew you liked girls, at least mostly everyone. Bar Ron and Harry” I informed, giving her a teasing quirk of my brow when I added “and you evidently.”

Hermione obviously had never picked up on other people’s reaction, so damn against listening to public criticism or comments that she becomes misinformed about the facts. “Why would people think I liked girls before Cho?”

“The simple answer to that is everybody has looked at another person the same as you have, the only difference is you don't even know you're looking” I replied, cradling my wine glass in a cunning fashion that displayed how much I was enjoying playing the know-it-all game against the champion of know-it-all’s.

“What do you mean “looking””? Hermione exclaimed.

“I mean lingering gazes on body parts and the backs of peoples heads. I mean the instinctive looking up when a gorgeous person speaks to you, followed by looking down when the conversation continues. It's a language of it's own, the language of sexual attraction.”

“I did no such thing!” Hermione denied.

“You know how Harry didn't really know when he was speaking Parseltongue, you are his equivalent with your body language. You shared a dorm with girls for six years, and maybe the constant looking became normal for you. But you have one blind spot, and that is yourself.”

Hermione was annoyed, and really embarrassed. The latter was why she wasn't defending herself to the hilt.

“Granted, when you began dating Cho those looks towards other girls or guys went missing. But over the years they have resurfaced, not because your attraction for her is dying. You feel safe and secure, which means you can look again but you never fear that you'll do something because of it.”

Hermione worked out the relevance of that tangent by herself. “So that is what you think has happened, that Cho’s noticed I've been looking at other people in that kind of way?”

“It’s definitely a possibility. And not only that, I think she gave you a free pass, because she's already forgiven you for something you haven't done...yet.”

Hermione squinted and furrowed in complete bewilderment. “That’s so stupid, I don't want to be with anyone else. Not for one single night.”

“I suppose it's not about who you want now, more who you might end up wanting. Especially now that you're getting married, breaking up isn't as simple as it would have been before getting engaged. Cho obviously loves you more than she trusts you, and knows that your guilt would hold you back if you were ever tempted. She's attempting to remove that guilt by forgiving you prior to the act itself, whenever it shall arise.”

Hermione looked dazed and frustrated. “Have I been speaking English or not? I don't want anyone else, and I never will.”

My confidence wavered as I bore witness to her conviction. I wanted to just come out and say Cho tried to cheat on her. The problem with that was she'd not believe me, and wouldn't allow me the chance to prove it after she kicks me out of the house.

It wasn't part of the deal either. But Cho knows I'll use it if I have to, as a last resort. I fully believe though that Hermione will not support an eye-for-an-eye approach. She would not be made a hypocrite, it was wrong in any context or motive.

The only way this was going to happen was to appease to Hermione's giant-sized conscience and take the moral element out of the equation. In that sense Cho’s idea wasn't totally useless.

“How do you know you won’t, you didn't see yourself falling for a girl but you did?”

“Why do you sound like you're encouraging this?” Hermione accused.

“Because the possibility of being in a relationship and being allowed one slip-up, it's quite appealing. I'm not saying you should seek out a chance to cheat, but maybe Cho really would give you anything you wanted in this world, in exchange for the honour of your love.”

Hermione just got more upset. “This isn't how it's meant to be.”

“Would you ever give Cho a free pass? Could you forgive her if she slept, or even just attempted to sleep with someone else?” I asked, using a real secret in a hypothetical setting.

Hermione was falling more and more in on herself, these recent discoveries were completely demoralising her. That means this was working. “I know she never would. But I guess...probably I would...forgive her. I'd hate her for a bit, but I'd forgive her.”

That was the elixir of life that Cho needed to hear, sadly she was not present for it. “Well isn't that giving someone a free pass? Isn't that what Cho has done, except forgive you in advance?”

Hermione shot up and cried “I won't listen to this anymore.” She wasn't trying to leave, or make me leave, though she looked like she wanted to. All she did was pace a few feet with her hands in her hair.

Turning back into caring mode, for the most part genuine, I stood up and moved to hug my distressed friend. She let me easier than I thought, hiding her face into my shoulder as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry Mione, it's clear where you stand. Cho is mad to think your loyalty could be questionable.”

Hermione sniffed but wasn't overcome by sorrow enough to be hindered in speech. “But how do I convince Cho of that? I've done nothing to warrant that. If what you say about me is true, does that mean I avidly have to avoid looking at people?”

“Even she knows that's ridiculous. But she's clearly insecure, she's got this in her head and it's up to you to talk it out.”

She nodded into my shoulder and rested her head there silently. All the while I'm trying to judge whether now was the time to move the seduction forward through intent. Not just words anymore, something more purposeful. I quickly came to the decision that it was time, only my hesitancy to screw things up opposed the decision-making process.

I pulled away and held her warmly at the shoulders, looking her right in the eyes from merely inches away. “Do you trust me?”

Hermione hummed that she did.

“I’m just about to...test what we discussed. If you hate it Cho has no need to fear whatsoever, and if you don't it doesn't mean anything. It's just a test. So bearing that in mind, I hope you won't hold this against me afterwards.”

Hermione looked slightly nervous, and part concerned, seemingly just waiting for me to do whatever it was I was talking about. So I made sure not to keep her waiting long.

I dipped in closer to her and held her by the cheeks. She was only startled at this point, but as my lips brushed hers she became rigid. I pulled away a few centimetres and she was already setting up to question me for my actions. But it took just as quickly for her to figure it out on her own.

“Can I try again?” I asked.

“Yes...But when I say stop you stop. This is just to prove a point.”

“Exactly.” I leant in quicker this time and connected our lips a little more confidently. She didn't reciprocate, but did allow me the right-of-way. My grip on her cheeks was delicate enough to be comfortable, but strong enough to manipulate the kiss and explore her lips better. She was still tense but her body was relaxing with every movement of my lips.

I didn't have permission to go further, I had to play for trust now so that when she succumbed to the pleasures, permission was no longer under question. I pulled away again. “In a completely scientific sense, was that enjoyable for you?”

Hermione frowned lightly, the fact she didn't immediately answer tells me that part of her enjoyed it. “It wasn't bad. But it isn't enough to make me forget about Cho. I've never believed in the perfect kiss, to me feelings have to be involved in order for a kiss to feel special. So just you kissing me changes nothing.”

“You don't believe that a kiss could feel special on it's own?” I double-checked.

“No I don't.”

“Lets try again, and this time kiss me back”

Hermione was ****, having felt she'd proven the point already. But eventually she nodded her compliance, and I leant in again. She adhered to my instructions and it benefited the kiss immensely, her lips became succulent and exciting. I could feel her finding it more and more addictive, and soon even the thought of stopping would be gone.

I just had to negotiate the final hurdle, but this time I didn't pull away to express it. I teased her lips with my tongue, confident that she'd know it's intentions. She let it in and that hurdle was crossed in a heartbeat.

The kiss sent us ravenous, our tongues swirled with energy and passion. I started using the instructions Cho gave, and the knowledge of Hermione's favoured kissing traits. My fingers tickled under her ear and made her shudder in enjoyment. It fueled her end of the kiss even more.

I was aware of our hand movements, mine cupping round her neck and slipping down to her waist, and hers going under my arms and round my back. Very soon though I realised she really had lost herself, and all conscious thought over how her body was reacting to our tongue kiss. Her mind was jump-started back into focus though when my lower hand drifted a little too far.

She pushed me back and unlatched herself from my arms and lips. “That’s enough! Bloody hell, that was going way too far!”

“It was-”

“No Ginny, we weren't stopping so it was not a test!” She paced erratically for a few moments, before turning directly to me and saying “I’m not mad at you, and I thank you for dinner and your help, but I really would like you to leave now. I need to speak to Cho.”

This was not a defeat, this was me on the cusp of victory and Hermione knew it. She wanted to flee from it, knowing if she didn't she'd prove Cho right. I wasn't going to let her escape me now.

I saw her move to leave the room and I stepped in between her and the hallway. She stopped in her tracks and backtracked, I too moved with her like a predator stalking its prey. “Ginny?”

“Hermione”

“What are you playing at?”

“What are you afraid of?”

Hermione collided into the counter and found herself trapped as I yet again invaded her personal space. “I’m not.”

“You are. You're afraid of what's going to happen now you can't run, you're afraid because you know when I kiss you again we won't be stopping. You're scared because you do want this, and you will do exactly what Cho knew you would. But if you or Cho think for one second that this is a one-time thing, you're dead wrong.”

“No Ginny, please, we're friends...I love Cho and I want to marry her...an-” I started leaning in from the first word of her plea, and didn't falter as the inevitable connection of lips cut the rest of her appeal off. I leaned eagerly forwards and pushed her backwards over the counter. She went further and further across the surface until she was almost at ninety degrees backwards.

I helped her onto the counter by hiking both her legs up, unceremoniously dropping her firm bottom on the hard marble. There would be a lot of bruises tonight, some accidental and some not.

I didn't break the kiss once, and whilst she wasn't as cooperative as she was earlier she was reciprocating. I think at that moment she probably was still dumbstruck and uncomprehending of what was happening, just going along with the kiss until she worked out what to do next. But I was firmly in control and working my magic...the sexual kind.

I directed my mouth away from her lips and to her neck and earlobe, kissing and nibbling her smooth skin. I enjoyed every gasp, saturated in pleasure and with a hint of shame. You may well be forgiven for thinking she sounded like she was being doused with ice water, but she was far from cold I assure you.

I started ripping buttons off her clothes, particularly her top, exposing her bra clad breasts. She breathily tried to express her outrage, but it quickly turned back into moans as I nibbled the skin of her cleavage. I was moving fast and progressing too quickly for her to react.

I helped release each breast from their cups, immediately latching onto her nips with mouth, tongue and teeth. And this seemingly broke any resistance Hermione had left, because she reared up and cried for me to continue.

I chose the very next moment to stuff my hand underneath the rim of her jeans and knickers, rubbing two fingers between her lower lips. She cried out louder, another loud gasp that sounded painful but was actually oppositely pleasurable. I leaned close to her ear and you could hear the smirk on my face that she couldn't open her eyes to see. “I’m taking you upstairs...in yours and Cho’s bed...and I'm going to fuck you better than she ever has. And in a way she never has.”

I attached my mouth to hers to stifle any stubborn protestations and beheld her half-naked form in my arms, carrying her away from the kitchen and up the stairs.

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Hermione's POV (seven orgasms later, 30 minutes before Cho comes home)

I laid there still catching my breath, sweating and fully nude. I smelt of sex, Ginny's love juices were still wet on my face where she sat just minutes prior, and I still tasted my own juices that was offered to me via Ginny's fingers.

I ached. My nipples were sore from the roughness of teeth and the strain of so much suction. My skin in general was on fire, my sensitive body was seconds away from another orgasm that required only a few select touches to reach.

In every sense of the phrase, Ginny really did fuck me raw. And she wasn't done yet. She had proclaimed after her own orgasm (her third) that the next phase of tonight's fucking required a little something extra. I mentally queried through the haze of pleasure what else could Ginny possibly need to do to me.

She said nothing more. She merely withdrew her fingers from my pussy, and lifted up from my face on an urgent dash into the en suite bathroom...mine and Cho’s en suite.

Really though? What else was there to prove? I have comprehensively cheated on my fiancee, technically seven times in the last hour or so. The boundary was overstepped when I failed to escape from her clutches downstairs, and we’d left that boundary behind like dumping litter out of a car window.

She took me in the bed I share with Cho. She made me cry out her name during sex, more times than I can recall. She stuffed her fingers inside me where only Cho’s have been. She marked my neck and my breasts as hers. She **** me into fingering someone I'm not engaged to. She rode my face and baptised it with her essence.

She even fingered and tongued me in a place Cho had never even been.

So I repeat, what in the world could she possibly have left to make Cho completely insignificant? I had no idea.

I soon found out though as the bathroom door opened wide and Ginny's naked profile stood posing in the doorway. “Just when you thought the night has peaked, I raise the bar even higher.”

A little bit of sweat in my eye made my vision slightly hazy, and the backlight on Ginny almost silhouetted her front. But I could still make put every muscle, curve, swell and an entirely new mass hanging off her body. My response was not of surprise, as I should have seen it coming. “Of course, Cho does me with a dildo so you have to as well.”

Ginny chuckled in mirth. “I believe my words were I would fuck you in a way Cho never has. Better than she ever has. So I ask myself how could I fuck you better and differently? And this was the answer.”

Ginny reached for the new accessory and gripped it. Then I saw it move...whilst Ginny's hand was still. I frowned and watched it move...no, I watched it grow. Thicker. Longer.

“You charmed it?”

“Closer. But not a charm, and not on some artificial piece of equipment. I used a potion...on myself” Ginny stroked her...wait, she used a potion on herself? What did she mean?

And with the consistency and potency of smoke, a deliciously sweet aroma filled the room. Not deliciously as in a gorgeous treat, or like you'd find in greenhouses or flowerbeds. More like a veelas thrall or a sirens song, except this allure was enticing in smell. I knew what it was instantly, and it was only going to make things even more interesting.

“An aphrodisiac. But why, you've already seduced me? You have claimed my body over and over again?”

Ginny deliberated over my question. “Well primarily there's no real reason as such, more just another element to the potions effects. But also you haven't taken anything this size before, I know you haven't. You might need an extra boost of...courage.”

Well she got that right, this thing was so big as a body part that it looked unnatural on any human being, let alone a woman. I haven't seen a real penis, but I've seen and felt a fair share of fake ones. Cho’s biggest was half the girth and two inches shorter at least. And the most alluring part of this was how it looked completely real.

The exact same tone of skin as Ginny, and had a fleshy look to it.

And then I found myself back at the potion. She said the aphrodisiac was an additional effect of the potion, so the main purpose must be to make the fake cock look and act like the real thing. That had to be what was going on here...otherwise the alternative was that Ginny grew a real cock, and that's just a ridiculous thought that I didn't think Ginny would even want to experience.

Boy was I made to look stupid.

Ginny finally decided to approach, and with every step that scent was growing stronger and stronger. I almost felt like I was going to **** on the intensity, but I could feel my mind slipping away. Almost like an Elixir of Euphoria, or the light equivalent of the Imperius Curse. Just like Ginny said, my anxieties about size were dissipating and being replaced by a burning need to be filled by Ginny's cock.

Ginny began to crawl over the bed and me, the cock swaying and moving with her. I felt it against my thighs and then hip, and bloody hell, it was hard and heavy. A meaty sledgehammer that threatened heaven and hell simultaneously. She crawled further up my body, brushing my stomach and breasts with her cock until the wide tip was centimetres from my mouth.

The aphrodisiac had turned my brain to jelly by now, and if it hadn't it still would have no intelligent thinking capabilities, purely because of this intimidating weapon staring me down with it's one eye.

I naturally believed Ginny would thrust it into my open mouth, which wasn't shutting anytime soon. But before she did so she pulled back and slid her cock between my breasts. She scrunched them together and thrusted, plunging through the flesh with the flared head jabbing my chin on the end of every lunge.

She straddled my chest and leant her head back ecstatically. “Mmmm, I have waited forever for this. You don't understand how much I've wanted to be in Cho’s place, for longer than you've even been together. It was always me and you Hermione, that's the only life I can accept. I had to make it happen, and your engagement made it an emergency.”

My mind wasn't completely focused on what she was saying, hardly surprising, but this news was being received with enough attentiveness to get a general understanding. My best female friend has been in love with me for years, and has been planning on making me hers. I **** her to act fast by getting engaged to Cho, and just offered up an opportunity.

Ginny’s breaths were getting ragged and she reluctantly finished the titjob to stick her cock into my mouth. It wasn’t easy, Ginny had to not only fight the way my taut lips stretched to their max, but also navigate safely past my teeth without scraping herself. Short rocking, and a bit of suction on my part, finally allowed the head to breach.

“Oh fuck. You are one hot, sexy thing Hermione Granger. Why anyone would even think to cheat on you I don’t know? Cho needs her head examined.”

Cho? Cho’s cheated on me? That’s why she was so upset! Free Pass? More like levelling the score! She’d forgive me for cheating! She had a nerve to say she’d forgive me! Part of me wanted to think Ginny was just playing mind games and planting things in my head, but I couldn’t help believing every word. It made too much sense, far more than the one I was presented with downstairs.

Fueled by anger, and lust, I began to bob on the head of Ginny’s cock and ease it slightly further until the back of my throat stopped it. Ginny appreciated this and hissed in pleasure. “Oh you’re a natural cocksucker Hermione. I had a couple of practice runs with a few hookups, and they don’t measure up to your natural talent. If you can help get me further in though, you’ll be rewarded.”

I was eager for more, almost every part of me. My heart had been drowned out and rendered powerless to stop anything that happened. There was a problem though. I’d barely taken a quarter of her cock and was dangerously overstretched. I was already breathing through my nose and she was obviously incredibly huge. The length alone would’ve been a struggle, but manageable.

Her girth had me seriously concerned...to the best I could be under the circumstances. When was the last time someone tried to swallow an orange whole, that’s about equal to the task I’ve been given here. And she at least was sympathetic, because she wasn’t trying to **** her way down.

I suckled on what I had but any further progress was just not going to happen. And this **** her to change to a more practical position. Although she refused to pull out, and with the help of her hands she literally dragged me along with her. It was rough and uncomfortable, her knee painfully connected with my cheek as she shifted about. But the end result had Ginny perched on top of the pillow in which Cho’s head usually rested.

The vision of Cho coming home after this and unknowingly sleeping literally on top of where Ginny’s juices were running, that was equally mortifying to reflect on...and a little bit arousing. Whether we’d be finished by the time Cho came home, or she caught us in the act, she’d likely not be sleeping there anyway. Just because I was being screwed doesn’t take away the fact she did the same to someone else first...albeit allegedly.

Ginny opened her legs that were previously trapping me so that I remained on her cock, and swept a lock hair out of my face. “Take it slow, but not too long. There’s other places I want to put this bad girl before we’re finished.”

I replied by rising up on my knees, simultaneously craning my neck to get a better angle for her cock to penetrate. Instead of hitting the back of my mouth, Ginny was now set to breach my gag reflex. She was letting me dictate when I was ready and I was able to pump my mouth a few more times on her massive member.

I was ready for my first attempt, not really expecting to accomplish taking her in further, more as a guide as to how hard it was going to be. My throat muscles passed the little resistance test on my first plunge, I was retracting after only half a second, my throat acted like a spring coil. Like I suspected, this would require ****.

On my second go, my lips peaked an inch or so further along Ginny’s cock. The wet line of my lips displayed the benchmark as I retracted once again. It wasn’t just about pure thrusting power, it was maintaining that **** for longer. A strong thrust followed by a long press. I relaxed my throat for a third time and on the count of three I went again.

The thrust was stronger, I carried the momentum to fight those repelling muscles and then the battle was over. Three more inches I descended after the initial break through, equating to exactly half of Ginny’s cock. Ginny stated her congratulations with a joyous tone “th-that’s my girl, the hard part is over now. Ooo, your throat is tighter than your mouth.”

I bobbed up one inch and then bobbed down two, repeating the pattern and all she was doing was moaning and watching my lips slowly sinking closer to the base. With a shuddering “ahhhh” her mound of red was suddenly brushing my nose. “I’m close already, you did so well Hermione. Tssk, how was that for your first deep throat experience?”

I couldn’t reply obviously if I wanted to, but Ginny had only been asking rhetorically anyhow. If I could I’d actually feel quite proud... considering the width and depth that my throat was defeated by. I could feel precum leaking down the remainder of my oesophagus, and I pulled up of her cock to catch it on my tongue. And gosh I’m glad I did.

It tasted exactly the same as I imagined the aroma tasted. Again not delicious as in appetising, I mean deliciously warm and brackish. Imagine tasting warm, thick and sweet seawater. Except unlike seawater you simply can’t get enough of it. My leisurely bob movement from before transitioned into a frantic pace almost immediately. Right from her large rounded crown, down past her veiny shaft and planting against the stump. An action that took no more than two seconds there and back.

I was somehow sucking small quick breaths every time her cock head vacated the vicinity of my windpipe, with split second accuracy before the opportunity was lost again. Ginny wasn’t trying to talk anymore, just crying and moaning. Sometimes saying my name and some yeses, with a bit of cursing.

I couldn’t keep this effort up much longer, the quicker Ginny got off the less chance I’ll accidentally suffocate. I stuck two fingers in Ginny’s pussy and thrust them in sync with my deep throat plunges. In no more than ten seconds Ginny was clawing at my hair and face, screaming out the worst expletives and going even harder in my throat.

I didn’t want to trade the threat of suffocation with the threat of drowning, so I slipped off her cock completely. My lips had been aching for a while and were thankfully relieved from their duties for the time being. My hands replaced my mouth at an even faster pace, my fingers slipping on my own saliva that coated the entire length of Ginny’s cock.

“Ahhhh! Ah ahhh! Fuck Hermione! Fuck I’m cumming! You fucking brilliant! I’m never going to stop fucking you! Cho can literally fuck herself, you are all...MINE”

Then came the eruption. A literal cum volcano absolutely showered over me and her. In our hair, on our breasts, on my face and all over her thighs. It splattered over the bedsheets and duvet. The majority flowed down her shaft, coating my hands and even dribbling down between her own pussy lips.

I didn’t have a chance to feel disgusted, or shocked, or mesmerised (I had no clue myself which emotion I felt most) because she pulled me into a harsh and passionate kiss. I gave in and kissed back until her ejaculation ended, and we both equally revelled in the bliss.

Then like a tonne of bricks I was hit with a realisation I should've had long before I gave her a deep-throating. If the warm skin, fleshy texture and natural functioning wasn't enough evidence that I just gave fellatio to a REAL cock, the explosive climax of white goo certainly put it beyond any doubt.

“Fucking me in a way Cho never has. You gave yourself a real cock to do me with.”

Ginny smirked against my lips. “If she's even thought about doing the same, which I doubt, she certainly hasn't ever acted upon it. But blowjob aside, neither have I yet. It's time we changed that.”

I would go along with anything at this point, but I still had some reservations to clear up first. “Wait” I pressed down on her chest “tell me truthfully, is...is it exactly like a real one?”

“Besides the location of the testicles, it is exactly like a real cock. Though I’d say you'd be looking a long while to find one bigger than mine.“

“Even...the sperm?”

“Especially the sperm”

Oh no. I'm not on anything, for obvious reasons. Cho hasn't even spoke to me about kids, and the likelier option would be adoption. This situation, or even the threat of it, has never crossed either of our minds. And here I am, a bisexual woman cheating on her fiancee with another girl, who has exactly the right equipment to make a baby with.

But Ginny knew that right? Ginny didn't want me pregnant, she just wanted to have penetrative sex in a way that upstaged anything Cho has ever done. She'd take precautions herself surely, even if that was simply pulling out before she was done.

I silenced that ever-present fear of the consequences, and motioned to her that I was ready to comply. She made us swap positions, me laying back against the pillow with her over me. I felt the cool puddle she left behind, my distaste evident on my face.

Ginny giggled and found her wand near the bedside. “It’s my mess, I'll sort it.”

The white goo dissolved into nonexistence and the focus was once again on the sex. Ginny crawled down the bed this time, and stopped between my legs. She'd been here half a dozen times already, there was some leftover moisture mixed with fresher juices, but not enough to make the penetration a smooth sail.

Ginny took no time at all to start lapping at my pussy like Crookshanks with his morning milk. My senses had recovered from the ravaging so I didn't immediately cum like I would've done five minutes ago. But the way Ginny works meant it wouldn't take long to reach the pleasure levels from earlier.

My hearing capabilities registered a distant noise, possibly a door closing. It was forgotten about quickly as I began bucking, so violently that the bed was clanging against the wall. Ginny was moving with it, embedding her long tongue as deep as it could possibly go.

“I can't get over your taste Hermione, I can't believe Cho had this all to herself for years.” After she said that I thought I heard her say my name again, and she paused her tongue action at the same time which backed that up.

“What is it?”

Ginny only grinned and dipped down again into my pussy. “Just wanted to say I love you, and your pussy.”

I couldn't say the first one back, even so close to an immense orgasm a proclamation of love wasn't possible. What I did say was “I love what you're doing to it.”

Ginny feasted on my pussy again. Her eyes stared up at me as I stared at her, slurping and sucking to the best of her ability. She nudged my clitoris and that made me lose my composure. “Oh, oh shit.”

Ginny's efforts doubled after hearing the extremely rare expletives escaping me. “Mmm...I love it when you swear.”

Even then, I felt the embarrassment of firstly being made to swear and secondly being teased for doing so. “Sh-shut up.”

Ginny hummed right against my clit, I hissed in pleasure as she replied “ha, if I shut up you won't get my tongue on your kitty anymore.”

The pleasure was so much that I stared off to the right. My eyes naturally found the analogue clock suspended on the wall, displaying it was nine o'clock. This information was received and as more of a notification rather than a warning. “Oh...w-we shouldn't do this...Cho could come back any minute...”

I knew that wouldn't stop this, I knew even if that is what unfolded. Cho could walk in now and it wouldn't change anything. Not for Ginny, and not for me. She huffily responded in that vein “I don't give a shit, I hope she does. Do you really want me to stop?”

Ginny would love it if Cho saw, but I didn't. I never saw Cho cheat on me, I consider that the sole blessing out of a hellish situation. I wouldn't want to see it, and Cho at least ought to be spared that mortification.

“Ah...but Cho...” Ginny's tongue was gone, and the conscience that found it's way to the forefront of my mind, was shoved right to the back by sheer desperation to make the pleasure continue. Immediately I begged “no. No, I said NO GINNY. Come back please, I meant no don’t stop.”

Ginny was always going to return, she was in a full-on taunting mood. “That’s better. Now tell me properly.”

I played her little game just to get her to finish the job. “I don’t want you to stop.”

She lapped at my pussy again, to my relief. She hummed every time she found my clit on the passing of her tongue, and her words as well was getting a reaction out of me. “You like when I'm...mmmmmm, mm mm, sucking on your kitty, don't you?”

“Yes...I love it.”

The shuddering was beginning, the hearth of my sexual appetite ablaze. Just like the other seven before it, this promised to be a powerful one. I needed it to be. In every department Ginny has matched Cho, and I dare say even surpassed in some cases. I never imagined guilt would be drowned out completely by sheer lust. Ginny was proving that power.

Just as I'm about to boil over, the thing I desperately wanted to happen...was denied at the very last opportunity. Incensed and breathless I watch Ginny pull away from my lap.

“Wha-Why did you?”

Ginny answered plainly and acting as if I had forgotten the real reason for the attention downstairs. Truthfully I had, and my memory still hadn't been triggered. “I need to be in you.”

“But...I was just about to...”

“I know you were. But I don't want you to cum in my mouth” She deliberately reared upright and fisted her cock. It was semi-flaccid in it's neglect but hardening as it returned readyfor action. “I want you to cum on this.”

I was reminded well. I couldn't believe something so significant had slipped my mind, just to demonstrate how powerful lust really is. But now the focus was back, and so was her cock. I watched it harden and point ever prominently in the direction of my small pussy in comparison. “Oh fuck...how did I nearly forget about that”

Ginny got into a mercenary position, sliding my thighs apart with her own. I had my eyes fixed on the flared head, which was now bloated to it's full size. It slid across my belly, a dribble of precum sliding onto my skin. The human body was meant to take something of that size? I was meant to take something of that size?

If I was to do it, Ginny needed to be responsible for making it feel good, not painful. A bit of pain perhaps, but tearing me to smithereens was not my idea of pleasure. “Ginny...you’ll be gentle, right...you’re fucking huge.”

Ginny's smile was confident and reassuring, she did say she practised on others, so she wouldn't do it if she believed it would not be a good experience, not to me. “Oh don't worry Mione, my cock will fit easily now you're loosened up.”

And with that I needed no more convincing, and even found myself excited to feel it in me. It was a big cock, but a real cock of any size was an experience I've never received. I knew it would be different to a strap-on, but just how different? I imagined it felt warmer, harder and a more natural feel. I felt all three through the experience of my mouth, and I expected better from my pussy.

I didn't have too long to wait, because Ginny had just finished lining up, and navigated the head snugly before my opening. She made sure it was firmly in place, and that I wasn't too slippery down there that the head simply slid around rather than penetrated. It was a process I could tell Ginny had learnt to follow, and I trusted it.

Finally satisfied, she let out a sigh and said “welcome home.”

As she promised, the entry was smooth and painless but not rewarding. The head was half in and not able to go that extra centimetre or so.

Then suddenly, in the now quiet room, the unmistakable sound of feet rushing over floorboards caught my attention. It could only be one person. A burst of my soul pushed through to the surface as I turned to call out for my fiancee, I knew she'd seen or heard us. My anger towards her apparent infidelity, nowhere in sight.

I wanted to throw Ginny aside, rush out after her, and...

And what? What could I possibly say to her? Ginny made me? That was a filthy lie. It meant nothing? That was just as good as a lie. I love you? Just completely hollow words. Whether she cheated or not, she asked me to marry her one week ago. I know her well, she loves me and nobody else. Last night at least proved that.

Not even a day after telling her that I’d never cheat on her, I was doing exactly that. But she'd forgive me right? That must make it okay? It didn't. It doesn't.

In a flash I pushed Ginny away with as much strength as I could muster. I succeeded in separating myself from her. Ginny did not even protest, so surprised she was. But I didn't regard her in the slightest as I threw on some clothes.

Feeling like absolute scum, I went to look for my fiancee.

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Ginny's POV

I HEARD HER COME HOME.

FOR FUCK SAKE.

I heard Cho close the damn front door! I heard her voice call out Hermione's name! I knew she was at the bedroom door! I heard her sobbing over Hermione's moans!

AND INSTEAD OF GETTING US THE FUCK AWAY, I DID NOTHING.

So adamant on rubbing in what was going on, I completely overlooked the effect her return could have on Hermione. Did I really expect Hermione to realise Cho was physically right in front of her, and continue to let me just fuck her?!

No. Cho’s presence was always going to be an ice-cold bucket over the evening. I cursed my luck at the fact Hermione heard her just at the moment Cho was about to leave. She would've come and gone undetected. And I would have finished the job.

But Hermione heard her!

I couldn't stop what happened after that, my mind and body completed stunned. I should have grabbed my wand and apparated us to my place. No, scratch that, I should have just have taken her there from the start.

Maybe I shouldn't have given Hermione SEVEN ORGASMS before deciding it was time for the cock.

My overconfidence lead to my failure. And yes, I technically succeeded. Seven times, and an eighth I myself stopped from happening. But I had more to do that I didn't manage, and that is failure to me. To use a Quidditch analogy my team can score 140 times against the other team, but if the snitch doesn't get caught by my team's seeker we lose the game.

For the last couple of hours Cho was not even thought about, certainly not in a way that might've salvaged their relationship. In the last two hours Hermione was 100% mine. In those few minutes Hermione was hers again.

But I'm not giving up...

I just fucked Hermione better than Cho ever will, as a girl.

I will fuck Hermione again. Like a man. And when that happens Cho WILL be history.

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An: Ginny did seduce Hermione...but that doesn't mean she's won. I could've had just gone through with all of it, but it was lengthy. It had more than enough to excite you. And most importantly, I actually am not a heartless monster. I like Cho/Hermione, I think it works as a same-sex couple. It certainly works better than Hermione/Ginny. I'm a Potterhead first, a soppy arse second, and erotic writer comes after that.

But Ginny will succeed at some point, that is a promise to the premise.