Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Proper Valentine's Day ❯ A Not So Dull Study Break ( Chapter 4 )

A Not-So-Dull Study Break

 

The bad part about having Hermione Granger for a girlfriend, Ryua reflected, was that you spent an awful lot of time in the library. Granted, they did have NEWTs at the end of the year, but that was months away yet. At least two whole months…

Ryua sighed. The worst part was she knew Hermione was right. They needed to study. Although if Ryua wanted to she could take the easy career path after graduation, become a Death Eater. But she wouldn't be able to keep her sweet little muggle-born girl. In fact, not many of her normal group knew about Hermione yet. It wasn't from shame, more like a wish to protect her. Slytherins could be rather nasty to a mudblood trying to get above her station in life.

So, they spent a fair bit of time where very few Slytherins would freely go. One such destination was Hermione's private niche in the library. Since she spent so much time in there, the students had mostly just stopped using her little table, nestled back in a corner full of History books. And nobody but Hermione ever read those books, so they were always very undisturbed. Ryua even suspected Hermione of putting up a few subtle warding charms, just to make people wander off to either side. And today, first class of the day, a spare, that's where they were.

The corner had a large bookcase on the other side of the table, leaving them at the entrance of a three-sided rectangle, crammed full of dull, obsolete books that Madam Pince couldn't bear to throw out.

Hermione was the about the only student in the entire school who was actually taking advanced History of Magic. She'd been working her way through what seemed like the whole shelf of heavy tomes, which did at least give Ryua something to look at. Watching her stretch up on her toes, her legs straining to keep her balance as she exchanged books, was a very enjoyable sort of thing to do.

Whether Hermione had noticed her attention and felt like playing with it, or was just not thinking of her appearance, when she got up to stretch for the books this time, her skirt hiked up, up, much farther up than she would have let happen normally. Ryua leaned back from her studying, tilting her head slightly to the side, catching just a hint of white panty under the shadow of the skirt.

Silently, Ryua stood up, moving around the table, coming up behind her. Without warning, her hand slid along the back of Hermione's thigh, running along that delicious fold of white she'd glimpsed. Hermione gasped, pausing in her attempts to reach a book just out of her reach. “You're a terrible influence on me,” the Gryffindor whispered, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder.

“If you don't like it,” Ryua murmured in her ear, “You could always just tell me to stop.” Her fingers traced the line of Hermione's panties, fingering the tiny fringe of cotton lace on the edge.

Hermione didn't tell her to stop, as both of them knew she wouldn't. Ryua's left hand continued it's exploration of the wonderful mysteries of what lay under Hermione's skirt, her right tracing slowly up her back. The girl shivered under her fingertips, gasping lightly.

Ryua's other hand slid up her neck into her hair, caressing her ear, sliding slowly down along her cheek. She stepped up against her, burying her face in her hair. Slowly, she worked her way through it, nuzzling her neck. Hermione's shampoo was light, a sweet, herbal scent of some sort. Ryua hadn't stayed in Herbology long enough to identify it, but it was very, very lovely.

Her tongue flicked out, just the tip, running lightly up the back of Hermione's neck. She felt goosebumps rise under her tongue, and Hermione shivered, pressing against her. Ryua let her hand slide down, slipping between Hermione's legs, brushing against the light cotton panties. They were already damp, the slightest bump marking Hermione's clit, already swelling.

Hermione had to bite her lip to stifle a moan as Ryua's fingers teased her ever so lightly through the fabric. She was so ridiculously aroused already, and knew that Ryua could tell. Abandoning all sense of pride, she propped her hands up on the bookcase above her head, leaning forward, resting her head on her arms.

Ryua leaned over her, pressing her chest into Hermione's back, her hand slightly squashed between their bodies. Although it might be fun to tease her until she begged, Ryua was in an impatient mood from all the studying. Her hands slid to Hermione's hips, under the skirt, tugging down on the panties that were so impertinently in her way.

“What are you doing?” Hermione yelped, barely managing to muffle her voice. “We're in the library!”

“And?” Ryua asked, nipping lightly at the back of her neck. Her hands resolutely tugged down, sliding the soft white cloth over smooth, generous hips.

“What if someone comes in?”

“Didn't we have this conversation before?” Ryua asked, whispering in her ear.

“Yes, but that was with a lockable, charmable door!” Hermione hissed, trembling. “We're in a corner of the library! People walk through here all the time!”

“I'll curse them if someone interrupts us,” Ryua said, not really disturbed by the thought of being caught. It only added to the experience, the threat of exposure. She dropped to her knees behind Hermione, sliding the panties all the way down her legs. Hermione lifted each foot in turn when Ryua caressed the leg. She kissed high up on her thigh, sliding sinuously up her body. “Now shut up, or you'll attract attention, hmm?”

Hermione moaned softly, barely audibly, dropping her head. She knew she wanted it, and knew that Ryua did too. And what Ryua wanted, it was best just to give her.

Ryua smiled, loving being able to dominate her so effortlessly. It was easy, once you knew a person's triggers. She lightly bit at the nape of Hermione's neck, her tongue teasing the trapped skin. Her hand slid around Hermione's hip, never quite brushing the patch of light, curly brown hair, or dipping into the soft, sensual cleft of her ass. Hermione kept trying to shift, coaxing Ryua's hand to actually touch something, so eventually she gave in, kissing her shoulder and sliding her hand down, running up the inside of her thigh.

Hermione stiffened slightly; she'd always been facing her before. There was something oddly arousing about it though, more dirty and forbidden somehow. She arched her back, her legs shifting farther apart instinctually.

Ryua chuckled softly, her mouth still on Hermione's shoulder. If you'd asked her a month ago, she would never have believed this would be how she was spending her afternoon. She slipped a finger forward, brushing over Hermione's clit, the fine hairs on either side already damp from arousal. Hermione squeaked, jerking slightly, then pressed demandingly back against her hand.

Well, she wasn't about to refuse such an obvious request. Ryua obligingly rubbed her, barely using any pressure at all, not needing to yet. Hermione was so sensitive that she could have felt even the lightest change of breeze on herself, although that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for her partner. Ryua's other hand slid lazily around her front, untucking her primly tucked and buttoned blouse, sliding over the soft, warm belly under it.

Hermione bit her lip, forcing down a moan. Although she had put up a couple of passive warding charms, a silencing one hadn't been included in the lot. Really, it was rather mean of Ryua to do this in such a potentially public location, but oddly, she almost enjoyed it. It was somehow exhilarating, to be not allowed to make noise. She shivered as Ryua's hand traveled upward, sliding lightly over goosebumped skin.

Ryua's one admission to the potential of being walked in on was to leave Hermione looking normally dressed. Panties went, of course, and a shirt didn't have to be tucked in… but it was almost as fun to tease her through her bra as it was to take it off. She nudged Hermione's collar over, gaining access to more of her skin, as her hand cupped Hermione's breast, lightly caressing. Her other hand lightly pinched Hermione's clit, rolling it gently between finger and thumb.

Hermione turned her head, biting her arm softly to keep her voice muffled. Ryua could feel her moan through her skin though, and was highly amused at how desperate she sounded. She continued to toy with her clit, her thumb rubbing over her breast, searching for her nipple under the obstructing lace. It was only a few seconds before it was easily noticeable, hard and straining out against the bra. Ryua tugged on it gently, rubbing the material into it.

The Gryffindor, Head Girl, proper Prefect squealed quietly, trembling. The bra normally felt soft and smooth, but when she was this aroused, and that amount of pressure was on it, it felt surprisingly rough. Rough and scratching, and very, very good, pressing into her sensitive skin… And then Ryua's finger dipped suddenly inside her, distracting all attention from her breast for a moment. She gasped, shuddering, not entirely sure if it was good or not.

Patiently, Ryua waited, her finger just barely inside Hermione, her thumb still teasing her clit. When she was ready, if she was ready, Hermione would be easily able to press back, but Ryua wasn't about to force her into it. After a moment, she appeared to make up her mind, easing slowly back, pressing harder on Ryua's hand.

Obligingly, she slid her finger deeper, her slender digit sliding through Hermione's barrier without even the slightest tearing. She heard Hermione gasp, and felt her clench her jaw to keep any more sound escaping. Ryua rubbed her hand over her breast softly, each finger catching slightly on the protruding nipple, and started to slide her finger slowly in and out, a hair deeper each time.

Eventually, as she knew would happen, Ryua brushed the spot that made Hermione bite back a yelp. She probed it lightly, exploring it's location, it's size, memorizing exactly where to find it again. Her thumb wasn't able to tease her clit any longer, but she kept teasing her breast instead, rubbing through the fabric, restraining herself from pushing harder. Not until she got up the nerve to ask for it…

Hermione moaned softly, her head dropping limply forward. She hadn't had any idea there was a part of her that would feel that way when touched. Logically speaking, it had to exist, but her brain wasn't thinking logically. Not when every delicate movement of Ryua's hand sent a wave of a sensation she hadn't ever felt rushing through her. It was different than her clit, somehow. Still overwhelmingly good, but not quite as delicate. It didn't feel so very sensitive, but at the same time, more so. Less sensitive to damage maybe… experimentally, she leaned back, pressing herself harder onto Ryua's finger.

Grinning now, Ryua pressed more firmly on Hermione's spot, making her gasp, trembling. Her other hand dropped, almost lazily down from her breast, pushing roughly down Hermione's skirt, just because she could, and it would probably feel better than tamely rising underneath it.

Hermione pressed back against Ryua's body, letting Ryua's hand through. The sudden, unexpected burst of roughness somehow amplified the feeling, and when Ryua's invading hand pinched her clit, she had to bite herself to keep from screaming.

Ryua was thoroughly enjoying herself now, and tugged lightly on Hermione's clit, squeezing it, almost to the point of pain, carefully measured to not quite make it that far. Her finger pressed hard on her spot, pulsing lightly, making Hermione quiver with delight.

She was ecstatic. Hermione shifted back slightly, pulling against Ryua's pinching fingers, surprising herself how much she liked the almost-pain. A part of her wished Ryua would press harder, pull harder, do…everything more, harder, but somehow was too shy to say anything, it seemed rude or something.

Ryua could guess Hermione wanted more, from the subtle cues her body was sending, a thicker wetness around her finger, a sub-conscious pushing against her hand. Although she couldn't press deeper at this angle, Ryua did pull back and slide back in quickly, striking against her harder inside.

Hermione jerked forward, with a delighted yelp. She was oblivious to the world the moment Ryua's finger hit, trembling, braced against the bookcase. And then abruptly, the delicious pressure was gone, the gentle tugging of her clit disappeared, and she found herself pushed into the chair at the table, her elbows propped up on the table.

“Something wrong?” came an imperious voice, making Hermione shock back to reality very quickly. Her head jerked up, wide eyes seeing Madam Pince silhouetted against the light in the main library.

“N… no ma'am,” Hermione said, her voice cracking slightly.

“She just found what she was looking for,” Ryua said lazily, sucking on one finger thoughtfully. Or it would look thoughtful to anyone else… Hermione knew she was cleaning it off. She watched, entranced, until Pince swept away, looking suspiciously back at them.

“Hmm… what a disappointing way to end that,” Ryua murmured, kissing Hermione on the cheek. “I wouldn't want to have her coming back in the middle of it though…” And she was gone before Hermione's brain had entirely caught up.

It wasn't until she had packed up the rest of her books that she realized Ryua had taken he panties with her.

 

Author's Note: Heh. Abrupt, teasing, potential-to-continue endings are fun! And thank you to all of you who reviewed, it's much appreciated!