Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Proper Valentine's Day ❯ A Proper Valentine's Day ( Chapter 1 )

Someday I will own something of great importance. This will not be Harry Potter, as it is already owned by J K Rowling.

 

This is a major AU and a happy Valentines' Day present for lang. Enjoy!

For those of you who don't know, Ryua is a proud, slightly arrogant Slytherin seventh year. Sort of Hermione's rival, I suppose.

 

A Proper Valentine's Day

 

It was a beautiful day in the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. There was still a definite nip in the air as the last of winter persisted on, but the sun was shining, and it pooled on the floor through the large windows of the school.

In fact, the beauty of the day was apparently causing some odd side effects in the students. Ryua had already been almost trampled by three separate pairs running from teachers, and sent a couple of Hufflepuffs screaming down the hallway when they were unknowingly leaning on the Slytherin House entrance. She didn't know what the middle of February was doing to these people, and frankly, she didn't care. As long as they stayed out of her way, it didn't really matter.

It wasn't until she realized every pair she'd seen was muggleborn that she realized what was wrong. Valentine's Day. That blasted muggle holiday that Lockhart had imported with disastrous effects five years ago. From then on, she made a conscious effort to avoid any muggleborn men, since she had an unfortunate habit of attracting most things male. Maybe she just ought to pick one and settle down...

She'd ducked into an empty classroom to avoid the Creevy brothers when a sound behind her made her whirl, drawing her wand. Hermione Granger stood there, looking as startled as she felt. "What are you doing in here, Granger?" Ryua snapped. "I'd have thought you'd be in some ridiculously pointless class like Ancient Runes at this time of the day."

"Even I have free classes," Hermione said, crossing her arms. "What about you?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I'm Head Girl, and you wouldn't want me reporting you." Granger said, matter-of-factly.

Rolling her eyes, Ryua bowed mockingly. "Well. Far be it from me to irritate the high and mighty head girl. I dropped Charms two years ago, therefore, I am on a free class." For the most part, she and the Gryffindor got along fairly well. Never close, of course, but not enemies either. However, when she got her goody-two shoes personality going, it was almost more than the... free-spirited Ryua could take.

"You seem in a bit of a mood today," Hermione remarked. "Who pissed in your porridge today?"

Ryua did a double take. "I didn't know you could use the word pissed without blushing, Granger. I'm impressed."

"Oh, please," she said, looking up in exasperation. "I'm not entirely an innocent bookworm, you know."

Ryua nodded in acknowledgement of that. "It's Valentine's day. I'm tired of avoiding these useless boys intent on giving me things I don't want."

"Mmm hmm." Hermione said, looking outside and locking the door hurriedly. "I know exactly what you mean. They seem to believe the entire female population becomes fair game on a day like this."

"They're just lucky I haven't killed any of them yet," Ryua growled. Even her own reputation hadn't seemed to dissuade anyone yet.

"So nobody gave you a Valentine yet?"

"Not for lack of trying. I've had two Slytherins, yes, Slytherins, try and hold me down for a snogging lesson. I never thought I'd see the day when my own house would embrace a muggle holiday. Not to mention the group of Ravenclaw kids that have been tailing me for weeks." Ryua was just waiting for them to get close enough that she had an excuse to curse the lot of them. "In fact, your own house is the only one that's been letting me be."

"Don't you have someone to flirt with so they'll leave you alone?" Granger asked, sitting down on a desk.

"Nobody permanent," Ryua sighed. "So going with any of them wouldn't be any help at all. Besides, they all annoy me."

Hermione laughed. Ryua glared at her, but it didn't seem to be very intimidating. "Isn't there anybody at all that you enjoy? Anybody you'd like to form a semi-permanent bond with?"

Ryua thought for a moment. "Nope. Nothing comes to mind. They just don't interest me much, I'm afraid."

"Well then, I suppose you're doomed to the life of a single woman on Valentine's Day." Hermione said, springing up off the desk, her hair bouncing. "Those boys ought to have moved on by now. I'm off. Oh, but before I go..." Without any warning, she stood on tiptoe to kiss a very astonished Ryua.

She was about to unlock the door when Ryua recovered enough to reach out and grab her wrist. "Wait. What the hell was that all about?"

"Mmm?" Hermione said, turning around, her eyes sparkling with merriment. "Oh, I just wanted to be able to say I was the only one able to give you a proper Valentine's Day greeting."

"You'd call that proper?" Ryua asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione grinned, a little nervously now that Ryua had her in an iron grip. "Well..."

Oh, what the hell. "Because I wouldn't," she said, her voice going low and her other arm going around Hermione's waist. "I think I ought to educate you in being proper."

"Oh dear..." Hermione said faintly. Their faces were just centimeters apart, Ryua's cold blue eyes looking down at her. She hadn't thought past this part. In fact, it had been rather spontaneous. She'd assumed Ryua would take it for a joke and let her go, maybe chase her with a curse or two. That was what she was prepared for. Not being held against Ryua's body, not feeling the surprisingly gentle, insistent pressure on her lips.

Ryua allowed the ghost of a smile to cross her face as she felt Hermione go limp against her. She kissed her again, deciding that on principle of skin and lip care alone, girls were far superior to guys. Hermione's mouth was soft and yielding, with just the faintest taste of something sweet lingering behind on her own. "Mmm... chocolate lip balm?" she asked amusedly.

"Uh..." Hermione was lost for words, and Ryua couldn't have been more proud of an accomplishment. "Yes..."

"Thought so."

"You know... we really shouldn't be doing this." Not that she was trying to pull away of course.

"Why not?" Ryua asked, leaning down to kiss her neck. "I like it. And so do you."

Hermione gasped, her head tilting back involuntarily. "Because... because..."

"I'm waiting..." she whispered, her lips brushing against the soft, warm skin.

"Because someone might come in!" Hermione said triumphantly, trying half-heartedly to pull away.

Ryua looked over at the door, and then back at Hermione. "You locked it, right?"

"...yes..."

"And who do you think is going to get by your locks?" Ryua said, trailing a finger down Hermione's chest, over the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh." she said in a small voice, running out of protesting ability.

"Now would you please relax? Because I'm going to do this whether you like it or not." Ryua said in a final sort of tone, smirking slightly. Her fingers were playing with the lowest button of her blouse, idly working at undoing it. To distract Hermione, she leaned into kiss her again, intent on wiping all coherent thought from her brain.

Hermione shuddered and gave up, her hands reaching up around Ryua's neck. The Slytherin's long hair felt cool and silky between her fingers, slipping over and through her hands like well-made silk. She gasped as she felt cold fingers on her suddenly bare stomach, caressing her waist and the curve of her hip. "Your fingers are cold," she managed to whisper, unable to get enough oxygen suddenly.

"Well then, you'll just have to warm them up," Ryua murmured in her ear before nibbling at it lightly. She pressed her hand flat against Hermione's back, the cold making her arch against her body, her softer curves fitting surprisingly well against her own Quidditch player's light frame. Her other hand started in on the top of Hermione's modestly buttoned blouse, done up to the top button. It didn't stay that way for long before Ryua was pushing it back from her shoulders.

She leaned down to kiss the newly exposed collarbone, the shirt pulling and holding Hermione's hands behind her. There were goosebumps on the lightly tanned skin, an interesting texture under her lips and tongue. One of her hands slipped under a bra strap, running down the back and flicking open the clasps with the ease only a woman could have. Dropping the garment somewhere behind her, Ryua bent down to work her way along the newly exposed flesh, one hand coming up to rub lightly over a nipple.

Hermione moaned, a small part of her wondering how Ryua could have gotten that far already, but most of her mind concentrated on the lovely sensations she was causing. This seemed to encourage her, and Hermione felt soft, warm lips close about her other nipple, her tongue teasing the hyper-sensitive skin.

"Enjoying yourself, then?" Ryua murmured, straightening up again to look her in the eye. Hermione couldn't manage more than a nod, unable to look away. Ryua smiled, and leaned in for another kiss, firmer, more insistent than before. Her tongue traced along Hermione's lip, pushing gently past it to explore her mouth. All the chocolate flavor had been licked off by now, leaving just Hermione, a subtle, intoxicating taste that made her blood pound in her ears.

She realized that Hermione was starting to work on her own shirt, her distracted fingers fumbling on the buttons. Ryua decided not to make it any easier for her and kept kissing her, one hand coming up to play with her breast, stroking the soft, soft skin. After the last button finally came off, Hermione seemed to give up her difficult task as being close enough to done and pressed up against her again, bare skin meeting between them, making both of them shiver.

Ryua pushed the shorter girl against a desk, bending her gently backwards. The sight of her body elongated in the stretch was almost too enticing to bear, and she bent down, running the tip of her tongue in a line from her belly button up, tasting the lightly salty skin eagerly. It was much easier to play with her at this angle, and Ryua leaned over her, going back to working on her breasts, her hand teasing one while she kissed the other. She could feel Hermione's chest heaving as her breath caught.

Her hand trailed teasingly down the taught skin, running over the soft fabric of Hermione's school uniform skirt. The nipple was hard in her mouth, and she bit it softly, making Hermione jerk at the sudden change of sensation. Withdrawing, Ryua leaned forward, laying half on top of her to reach her mouth again. Hermione's lips were dry from breathing so heavily, but they moistened quickly enough once Ryua started kissing them.

Hermione's hands came up, working her fingers into Ryua's hair. She could feel Hermione's stomach muscles trembling with the effort of holding herself straight without the help of her hands, and her fingers were shaking from the intense sensations Ryua knew she was causing. Ryua took the fact that Hermione could still hold herself upright as a sign that she wasn't doing enough yet. She slid her hand around to the inside of her thigh, slipping up under her skirt, barely touching the skin.

As Ryua fingered Hermione's panties, which were a sensible, modest design, of course, the other girl's head dropped back to the desk. She groaned as Ryua gently stroked her, sliding her fingers up and under the waistband, along the front of her leg, running through the soft hair. Her hands slipped numbly back down to the desk as Ryua's fingers brushed lightly over her clit. "Ryua... I... I haven't..." she said, looking up at her, her voice high and faint. Apparently, the last-name basis had been dropped sometime in the last few minutes.

"Done this before?" Ryua asked, faintly surprised. She'd have thought Weasley or Potter would have tried by now, at least. "Do you want me to stop?"

"...No... but..."

"I'll go slowly," Ryua said, kissing her softly. "You'll enjoy it, I promise." Either that was enough, or Hermione just didn't care anymore, but she let her head fall back again.

She slowly started moving her fingers again, lightly rubbing Hermione's clit, touching every bit of skin she could, searching for her most sensitive spots. She was already remarkably wet, something which Ryua was doubly proud of now that she knew Hermione was still a virgin. Her fingertips became coated within moments, and from the straining in Hermione's muscles, Ryua knew she was accomplishing her goal of making sure the innocent girl enjoyed herself. She kissed her neck as she worked her fingers, drinking in the steadily heavier scent of her. There was something decidedly good about it, heady and sharp and so, so personal...

One of her fingers slipped slowly inside her, and every muscle Ryua could feel clenched. Hermione moaned, her fingers clasping the desk so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She was extremely careful and gentle, not wanting her to feel any pain with her first experience, concentrating more on playing with the sensitive lip of her entrance than pushing inside. When she felt a change in Hermione's body, more friction on her fingers, she withdrew her hand completely, moving it back down to her thigh again. "Why... why'd you stop?" Hermione whispered, panting.

"So you'd end on a high note. Your first time, you aren't going to keep feeling good if I keep pressuring you," Ryua replied, leaning up to look down at her. "If you want me to keep going, we're going to have to increase your endurance."

"Oh..." Hermione said, looking a little faint at the thought.

"And that," Ryua says, grinning down at her, "is a proper Valentine's Day activity, I think. Maybe I'll enjoy this useless holiday after all."

 

 

 

 

Author's Note:

This was supposed to be a Valentine's Day present… but the site was down by then, and this is the first chance I've had to get on the site since then. Yeah, it's short. It's also the first femslash I've written. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know, please, if I ought to keep going!