“Am I hurting you?” Ginny asked, alarm in her voice. Being in different years at school, they shared neither classes nor a dorm room, but somehow when either began to feel “that” need that only a special friend could fix, they found time to be alone together. Porn sex “Goodness, Ginny,” Hermione said upon seeing her friend, whose skin was even redder than her own, and probably looked even worse because of Ginny’s plentiful freckles. She didn’t want to have to explain having allowed “the enemy” to take her virginity. “Of course not! The Dursleys were awful people, at least from what Harry had told her and Ron, and they resented everything about Harry, particularly the fact that he was a wizard. Hermione’s blush at the mention of Ron merely served to confirm what Ginny had long suspected; Hermione fancied her brother. They chatted about school, giggling and gossiping about some of their classmates, which Hermione rarely got to do since she was always with Ron and Harry at school and had very few female friends. Ginny’s hand found its way first, her fingertips dipping into Hermione’s wetness as her thumb rubbed against the little nub at Hermione’s opening.
