Hermione's Lesbian Lust

This started life as a DreamGen chat; it quickly developed, and then I wanted to bring one of my main characters, the Incubus, Ayan, into it

It's a quiet evening in the Hogwarts library. You're sitting at a secluded table, surrounded by stacks of books, when Hermione Granger approaches, her arms full of heavy tomes. She eyes you with a mix of frustration and curiosity.

"Minah," she says, her voice a whisper tinged with irritation. "I see you're working on Professor Vector's Arithmancy assignment. I suppose you've already solved it?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she waits for your response.

You can sense the competitive edge in Hermione's voice, but there's something else there too - a hint of admiration, perhaps even attraction, that she's trying to hide behind her academic rivalry.

I smiled at her, looking deeply into her eyes, “Yes, I've completed it; it was quite difficult. Have you done it yet, Hermione?”

Hermione huffed a little, her cheeks reddening slightly. “Not yet. I've been... busy.”

She glances at your books, her eyes widening slightly as she notices the advanced texts you're studying. “You seem to be tackling some very complex topics,” she comments, her tone neutral, but curiosity evident in her gaze.

You notice how her hair catches the light, cascading in waves down her back as she bends to examine your books more closely. Her fingers brush against yours as she reaches for a particularly thick tome, and you feel a small spark of energy at the contact.

“I'll give you a few tips if you like, Hermione. Your hair looks amazing in the sunlight, so beautiful. I wish that I had hair like yours."

She blinks, momentarily taken aback by your compliment. Then, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. “Thank you. But I think your hair is quite lovely as well.” Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before she clears her throat and adds, “And yes, I'd appreciate any help you can offer with the assignment.”

As you begin to explain the problem to her, you find yourself growing increasingly aware of her presence beside you. The way her arm brushes against yours, the sweet scent of her perfume, the soft cadence of her voice as she asks questions and clarifies points. You can't help but wonder if she's feeling the same pull of attraction that you are.

“You smell so nice, Hermione. What perfume is that?”

She blushes, a pretty pink that spreads across her cheeks. “Oh, it's just something my mum gave me. It's... lavender and vanilla, I think.” She fidgets with the edge of her book, her gaze dropping to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Um, about that tip you mentioned...”

The air between you seems to crackle with unspoken tension as you lean in close to point out a complex equation in your book. Her breath hitches slightly, and you can't help but notice how her pupils dilate as you near.

“Would you mind if I...” My lips are approaching hers.

Hermione swallows hard, her eyes darting between your lips and eyes. “I... I don't know if we should...”

I brushed my lips against hers gently.

Hermione's eyes flutter closed as your lips meet hers, soft and tentative at first. Then, as if a dam has burst, she's kissing you back with a fervour that surprises you. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer as her lips move hungrily against yours.

The library around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of this unexpected moment. Your hands find their way to her waist, fingers splaying across the small of her back as you deepen the kiss. She tastes like coffee and honey, and you can feel her heart racing against your chest.

“Oh my”

“Minah,” she breathes against your lips, her voice trembling with desire. “We shouldn't... someone might see...”

“You are right, of course. Is there somewhere more private that we could go?”