Hermione and Ginny were alone in the Gryffindor common room, pouring over a set of books they'd borrowed from the library in preparation for Ginny's upcoming exams. They'd been there for a while now, their studying fueled by kind gifts of Butterbeer and hot chocolate from the house elves and altogether it had been a very pleasant, comfortable evening.
However, nearing the end of their fourth hour, Ginny noticed that Hermione was starting to get fussy, bunching up her skirt nervously in her hands, rocking back and forth slightly and grinding herself against her heel. She smirked behind her copy of most potente potions, recognizing the signs of someone desperate for the toilet, but too prudent to say. Eager to goad her on and fuel her own sexual fantasies, Ginny reached for her pint of pale, amber-coloured liquid and took a long, thoughtful sip.
"After we've finished these chapters," she announced nonchalantly, "I think we can go for dinner, if that's alright with you."
"Yes!" Hermione replied, a little too quickly to feel natural. She realised this and blushed, biting her lip slightly as another wave of urgency passed over her. She knew for a fact that they would have to wait until dinner until she could relieve herself- the toilets in their common room were out of order, meaning only the ones outside the Great Hall would be open. She had been warned by Pavarti that Lavender would be making a move on Ron, and since their bedroom was on the way to their bathroom, she couldn't risk it, not again. Hopefully, the next chapter would be short.
However, as Ginny had planned, it wasn't. Twenty minutes later, they were still going, albeit a little slower than usual- Hermione kept breaking off to check she hadn't leaked, or to look up and around the room in desperation, unable to concentrate. Ginny, meanwhile, was doing everything in her power not to touch herself either, and her thoughts were as far as they could be away from Snape's upcoming assignment.
"Are you nearly finished?" Hermione asked in an unnaturally high voice, tilting backwards slightly and instantly regretting it as she stretched the already tight skin over her bladder, causing it to complain bitterly. "I... I, er..."
"Need the loo?" asked Ginny plainly, pretending not to have noticed. "Yes, I do too, a bit, I've had quite a bit to drink. Still, we'll be fine until the end of the chapter, I'm nearly done now."
"You said that ten minutes ago," she whined, giving up all pretences and punching both hands down her skirt and hugging herself tightly. Ginny raised her eyebrows and returned to the page she'd already scanned about six times. Suddenly, something happened, something that made Hermione freeze and her face go pale. Desperately trying to hide her actions from the red-haired teen, she propped the book in front of her lap and felt the outside of her underwear with a sly finger, noting that it was definitely damper than before, warmer too. Her need to urinate was, if possible, ten times stronger.
"Gin, I'm going to wet myself," she gasped. The way she sat, with her hand desperately holding her crotch, meant that Ginny got a full view of Hermione's damp panties, which had a thin, but unmissable dark streak down the front, clearly from a leak of urine. "I can't wait, I can't, I'm... I'm going to piss myself, I swear."
"What do you mean?" she replied idly, turning the page. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, yes I-" she fumbled with her words, as another dribble of hot pee trickled down, this time feeling it through her sock as well, which was crammed into her to try and prevent the inevitable. "I've leaked, twice now, I don't think I'll make it!"
"What, you won't make it down a few flights of stairs?"
She shook her head desperately in reply, giving up entirely on hiding her condition and opening her legs to show Ginny the now pronounced wet spot, unusually unabashed for the prim headgirl. As she watched, it grew shiny and darker again as Hermione whimpered. A thick, audible jet shot out and Ginny almost came.
"It's an old carpet," she mentioned, her heart in her mouth. "If you seriously won't make it another ten minutes, just go a little on the carpet to take the edge off, I won't mention it to anyone."
"I might as well just fully piss on the carpet then," she gasped, though there was an edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. She looked up in time to see Ginny snatch her hand away from her own underwear and pretend to be pulling up her sock, but she had definitely been touching herself. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, her mind finally off her leaking bladder.
Thoughtfully, she rubbed her underwear for a little longer than necessary, trying anything to distract herself. She'd read that thinking about sex made you forget that you needed the toilet, and she found that it was coming unnaturally easy to her. People assumed that she was asexual, but she found that she felt anything but. Maybe it was the steady rocking mixed with her heel grinding over her admittedly wet clit, but there were a few things going through her mind at that moment. A delicate flush fled up her chest, though she couldn't help but continue to rub herself with her foot, her hand grasping the furry carpet in anticipation. If she came in front of Ginny, she knew she'd wet herself second. Hermione didn't have much experience with sex, but from her experiences with masturbation, she knew she was a squirter. The thought of splashing Ginny was not helping her budding horniness.
Something had clicked in Ginny's mind too.
Whenever she needed the toilet herself, she always felt more than a little turned on and wondered if Hermione felt the same. Just that morning, Ginny had an extra ten minutes to herself as she woke early, and had masturbated to a particularly good dream about the brown-haired girl, where she'd been in a pretty similar situation that she was in now. The girl had wet herself, her cheeks red with embarrassment as floods of piss soaked the very carpet that they were sitting on now. She liked Hermione and didn't want her to be embarrassed, but she would have given all the gold in her Gringotts account to see that possibility become a reality.
There was little doubt about it, underneath her desperation, the older girl was turned on herself, her vagina pulsating as she struggled to keep the dam closed. She, like Ginny, was biting her lip so hard the damn thing nearly bled, one hand unmistakably now desperately rubbing the front of her underwear, though if she was deliberately doing it for pleasure, she couldn't tell. It was very unlike Hermione even to show her bra strap, let alone finger herself in the Gryffindor common room- but there again, these were not normal circumstances.
"Go on," she breathed, closing the heavy book and moving it to the side, positioning herself so that she was fully facing the Gryffindor head girl, her legs crossed beneath her. If Hermione was leading her on, she was going to make sure that she understood the feelings were mutual. "You don't have to be nervous."
"I know," she replied, a little throatily, as she pulled her underwear aside and let a jet of urine shoot across to the red-haired girl, who tried to hide her grin in vain. There was little stopping her once she'd let the barriers open and in the end, she sighed in relief and fully let go, not caring that there was a girl right in front of her and gently playing with her clitoris to feed some of the throbbing it had been sending her for the last half an hour. The red shaggy carpet beneath her doing its best to absorb as much liquid as it could, but a determined sheet of urine was pooling around her and running towards her study mate. "Sorry, Gin," she murmured, spreading her labia lazily and pretending to aim away, sending a warm jet of piss towards the younger girl's crotch. "You might want to move, you'll get wet."
"Bit late for that," she muttered, seeing Hermione and giving up all pretences. Both girls giggled as they slyly flashed each other, Ginny relaxing and setting back on her palm, her legs open and one hand pulling her underwear to the side as Hermione tried to aim for the hole, her heavy flow splashing playfully between her pale thighs. "You owe me, y'know."
The dark-haired girl shuffled forward, soundlessly casting a spell on the door to prevent others from coming in. "Oh yeah? What do I owe you?"
"Hold your piss for a second and then we'll talk". With some difficulty, Hermione squeezed her legs together and groped at her damp underwear until she could control herself again. "Perfect. Come here with me, behind the sofa, I don't want the others to see".
The pair of them stood up, Hermione still holding onto herself like a little girl, thin droplets already starting to escape from between her fingers. To aid her, Ginny clamped her own fingers on top, pushing against her clit maybe a little more than she needed to. While stumbling over to the corner (it was getting more difficult now- she was desperate to empty her own bladder over the girl now), she suddenly leant down and kissed her, gently at first but quickly growing more firm, hungrier, her tongue dancing with hers, running up and down the length and exploring the whole room, feeling Hermione do the same. When she relaxed into her touch a little too much, the fabric underneath her fingers grew warm again, making the older girl grind into her hand to feel some relief. Her socks had a dark line down the inside, and when she broke away from Ginny's lips, she sprinted behind the sofa and ducked, an audible hissing echoing around the room.
"Hermione!" she hissed, as she laughed, sinking to her knees and letting her piss flow down from between her legs. Ginny stuck her hand down, pretending to stop her, but Hermione just rocked back and forth from her touch.
"Take my pants off" she whispered in reply, to which Ginny did so, without question. Hermione was somehow still going, though starting to shiver with pleasure as the younger girl's hand refused to stray from her cunt, now sliding over her clit with seeming expertise. "I thought you said you wanted a piss too? I can't be the only one who wets themselves in the common room."
"I told you, you owe me," she gasped, as Hermione began to hungrily rip the lower half of her clothes off, leaving her in a shirt and tie. "Get down there. I want your tongue on my pussy."
She obliged, pulling herself in between the slender girl's thighs as she knelt on top of her. Obediently, she opened her mouth, tentatively flicking Ginny's clit with her tongue, her hands gripping her back to pull her closer. But without warning, Ginny arched her back and sighed, as a torrent ran down Hermione's rosy cheeks, some pooling into her mouth. She swallowed, not because she liked the taste, but to make room for the rest. However, there was so much- it didn't have a strong taste or smell as she'd drank so much to dilute her urine. It was soon pooling down her cheeks and staining her shirt, and Ginny laughed to see her lapping her up like a dog.
"Go on, Granger," she sighed, her fist full of dark curls as the older girl laughed in reply, the vibrations sending a shiver up her spine. Gently fingering the entrance to her hole, she suddenly slipped inside, her back arched to reach as she pushed her vagina towards the older girl. Hermione was clearly inexperienced, as she had expected, her tongue tentatively flicking her own clit and running along the folds of her labia. "You can go harder than that, you know. You're not going to hurt me, and even then, maybe I like it rough."
"Sorry," she murmured, rocking her hips as Ginny expertly fingered her, the other hand on her own breast. "I'm not the most experienced when it comes to sex."
"You're doing great," Ginny moaned in reply. Hermione had quickened the pace, sucking and running her hands up and down the younger girl's milk-coloured thighs. Her long-awaited orgasm was fast approaching, and she responded by biting her lip, grinding against Hermione's face until she was sure she'd suffocated her. Whether she had or not, the head girl didn't seem to mind. Ginny could feel her stomach muscles contracting, her legs writhing around in pleasure. She longed to reach back and give the girl some of the sweet release she was experiencing herself, but couldn't reach in her position. All she could do was put her hand between the older girl's legs, her thumb out so that she could grind her clit against it.
"I'm going to cum," Ginny breathed, sweat beading on her forehead. She stopped playing with Hermione's soft cunt and placed her hands behind her head, as the dark-haired girl grabbed her waist to steady her. She felt blood was rushing her favourite organ, though the skin under her freckles was tinged scarlet, her breath coming out in erratic gasps and she groaned and purred with pleasure.
In what felt like seconds, Hermione felt the thighs around her face contract, and the red-haired girl sat on her face cried out, the noise sounding like a phoenix song. Although Hermione had little knowledge of practical sex, she knew enough from her own experience that she loved to ride the wave, so continued licking her clit for thirty seconds, gently decreasing the pressure until she planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh, sucking it for a little while, enough to leave a mark.
"Fuck me, Granger," she sighed, climbing down and helping the older girl up onto her knees. "Quite a tongue you've got on you, I'd say."
"Thank you," she whispered, crawling towards her and kissing her again. She hoped Ginny could taste herself on her tongue, the sweet, sticky warmth. She was still aching to be touched again, gently bucking her hips into the ginger girl's midriff.
"Fuck me," she muttered, pulling the hand that was slipping up her top and placing the fingers on either side of her clit, depending the kiss as Ginny's left hand pressed into the small of her back.
She would have thought that the acrid smell of urine soaking into their surroundings would have put her off, but if anything they were doing the opposite. After years of suppressing human emotions, a wilder animalistic side was emerging, and while it should have scared her, she couldn't help herself. All her thoughts were Ginny Weasley, with her amortentia-flavoured almond scent, soft, velvety skin and achingly hot pussy that was still pulsating slightly.
"As you wish, Granger" Ginny purred, kneeling down and spreading her labia with her hand, giving her one, slow lick, then breathing cool air onto the sensitive skin, sending shivers up her spine. "Is this enough for you?"
"You know it isn't," she muttered, pressing her into her mound, her fingers interlocking with silky, copper-coloured hair. Ginny laughed, then repeated the measure a few times, leading Hermione to clench her hair with impatience. After what felt like years, she deepened the kiss and Hermione was thrown into ecstasy. Ginny was magical, her tongue buried inside her warm, tightening walls, humming slightly so that vibrations rippled through her body.
"Harder," she breathed, raking her hands through Ginny's hair, pushing her into her pussy as though to pull them closer. She had retracted her tongue and replaced it with two fingers, returning to flick and suck on her clitoris, gently at first but quickening her pace in time with the fingers. "Oh fuck me, Ginny!"
"As you wish, Princess," she hummed, using her other hand to steady herself on Hermione's golden thighs, her pale hand white at the knuckles from the pressure. She was bucking under her weight, rocking back and forth, her legs wrapping tightly around her neck.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm close," she panted, rhythmically pushing and pulling, aching to feel more, her cheeks burning and her eyes rolling into her head. Moaning with desire, she pushed Ginny's face into her harder, bucking her hips up as a tsunami of rapturing pleasure crashed through her body, flooding her with heavenly endorphins.
Ginny stayed for a little while longer, running her tongue up and down her labia minora, the smooth, wet skin of her clitoral hood, then down the other side again, cleaning her like a cat as she rode the wave. Then, she blew cool air over her as the legs around her neck loosened and she could free herself from the older girl's clutches.
The sudden coldness brought something out of her, and a sudden jet of water shot out of her, hitting Ginny between her breasts, so that diluted urine ran between the white mounds on her chest, down her stomach and pooled on the rug. "Damn, Granger, didn't know you still had some in the tank."
"Neither did I," she panted, as the stream trickled to a stop, the remainder dribbling through the many folds in her vagina and seeping through to the thick carpet below.
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They laid there panting for a while, until Ginny sat up again, smiling from ear to ear in a way that Hermione found simply beautiful.
"Want a smoke?"
"I'm not sure," Hermione replied, breathlessly. "I've never smoked before."
"It's nice after sex," Ginny called over her shoulder, already inside her dormitory, searching around the mess for a clean pair of clothes. Hermione cast a cleaning spell on herself, and their spot behind the sofa, pulling on her clothes with some reluctance.
Hermione shrugged- this day had been full of new experiences already, one more couldn't hurt. Having grown up with Muggle parents, it had been drummed into her from a young age to never smoke as it was highly addictive and dangerous, but there again, they'd said the same about alcohol and after a few cans of cider, she'd yet to become an alcoholic.
She met Ginny on the top of the tower, a place she seldom went to as she had a slight fear of heights. Still, she'd also had a fear of intimacy, and look where she'd gone.
Ginny was crouched behind the wall, sheltering herself from the wind. Hermione joined her, watching with some interest as she scattered some tobacco on a slim piece of paper, pushed a filter in, shifted it between her fingers and gently began to roll, handing one to Hermione before starting on another. "I don't suppose you can do a fire spell?"
She smiled, uncurling her fingers and revealing a bluebell-coloured flame on her palm. She could feel the warmth on her fingertips but knew she wouldn't get burned. "Impressive, Ron told me you used to make these in your first year. I don't remember being taught that spell."
"I may have taught myself a few things" she admitted, offering the flame to Ginny, who lit her cigarette.
"It's beautiful magic."
"It's nothing," Hermione admitted. "The flame turns blue because it's got plentiful access to oxygen and as a result, complete combustion creates enough energy to excite and ionize the gas molecules in the flame-
"Does that explain the lavender smell?"
"Not exactly," Hermione admitted, blushing and taking her first drag. "I may have gotten a bit... creative."
"Well, I like it," Ginny smiled, as Hermione waved her fingers slightly, turning it pale pink, green and violet, until her palm looked like the northern lights, stars continuing to sparkle in the dim light almost as much as the flame itself.
"Why did you start smoking?" Hermione asked tentatively, blowing on her hand as she lit her own cigarette, so the flames seemed to flutter in the wind, before dissolving and leaving her palm completely, leaving nothing but glitter. "I don't imagine Mrs Weasley would be very impressed."
"Blame Fleur," she grinned. "She came round last summer and I found her outside. Apparently, she was prone to post-coital smoking as well. Though," she added, lowering her voice and leaning forward, until Hermione could feel her warm breath on her neck, "I doubt they pissed as much as you."
"I can't help but remember you weren't exactly dry yourself," Hermione whispered, surprising herself. She'd always found dirty talk intimidating and had never managed to do it herself without feeling embarrassed. Yet somehow, it flowed easily with Ginny, as did many things, it seemed. She felt like blushing, but not with embarrassment.
"In many ways," Ginny breathed, placing a light hand on the small of her back, just where she knew the older girl liked it. "And I have no one to thank but yourself."
The curly-haired girl was cautiously trying her cigarette, breathing in slowly and exhaling towards the sky. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be, though made her slightly lightheaded, Ginny's hand still warm on her back. She wanted to be close again, warm blood flooding to her favourite organ all over again.
"I had fun tonight. I'd love to see you again."
"And will you piss on me again?"
"You only have to ask," she whispered, looping her hands around her neck, her empty hand gently cupping her cheek, her finger tenderly tucked behind her ear, just as she knew she liked it. The two kissed until Hermione felt like she was melting, only propped up by the taller girl, the hands at her waist tight and reassuring. She realised in a heartbeat that it wasn't just sexual desire that was pinning her to the girl, but a comforting reassurance that while the two of them were entwined as lovers, that she'd never be alone again.
Suddenly, there was the sound of tapping footsteps against stone floor, and Hermione looked at Ginny in alarm. Before either of them could move further, the trapdoor opened, and a furious-looking McGonagall climbed up, her eyes widening as she caught the two girls locked in an embrace and smoking.
"What in Merlin- Weasley and Granger of all people, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Errr..." Hermione faltered, nearly dropping her roll up over the side, jumping away from the younger girl. Ginny, who seemed less shocked, slowly took another drag, exhaling behind her shoulder. Infuriated, McGonagall sent a shock of icy water towards her, extinguishing her cigarette and freezing her to the core. Hermione nodded and pressed hers against the wall, taking the heavy hint. "Sorry, Miss."
"You two better have a very good explanation for this, you can smell this rubbish from all the way down the corridor."
"We don't," Ginny muttered shivering in the cool air. McGonagall rolled her eyes but magically dried her clothing, casting a warm bubble around the three of them.
"I thought as much," she muttered, banishing the butts and turning to the girls sternly. "A group of first-year students tried to get into the common room earlier but found that they couldn't enter. We all know that only a very small amount of students could confound a portrait that powerful and I am looking at two of them. When we entered, I found a pile of books taken out under your name," she indicate towards Hermione with her wand, who flinched, though she knew McGonagall wouldn't hurt her.
"There was also..." she sighed, her expression softening slightly. "There was also urine on the rug by the fire. I ran a diagnostic on it and it was yours, Miss Granger. Are you ill?"
"N-No, Miss," Hermione sputtered, her cheeks raspberry pink. In her lust, she had completely forgotten about the rest of the mess on the carpet.
"Sorry, 'Mione," Ginny whispered, before raising her voice to her teacher. "Miss, it's not Hermione's fault. She was helping me study, and she said she needed the toilet, but I didn't notice and she wet herself. I felt so guilty, so she confounded the Fat Lady so that no one could come in, I tried to clean the floor, but I couldn't and she was too stressed. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack, so I brought her up here to have a cigarette to calm her down. We were just about to sort things out, I promise."
Hermione certainly looked guilty, though it was more embarrassment at having been caught than anything. Still, there was a little bit of her that was impressed with the younger girl's lying skills. McGonagall looked slightly less angry, though still looked at the cigarette butts with distaste.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for confounding a portrait, Weasley, you could have been in danger and no one would have been able to get to you. And if I ever see you touching any of this crap," she indicated towards the remains of their roll-ups with her toe, "you will both be in detention for a month- it's a disgusting habit and you're both underage. I should be calling your mother, but I must admit, my ears are still ringing from the last howler. I suggest you both get inside and return your books to the library, it's nearly time for bed."
She turned heel and left, leaving the two dumbfounded on the turret. It took a little while for them to realise that they were holding hands.
"Will you?" asked Hermione, waiting for her blood pressure to return to a normal level. She hated getting in trouble, though she wouldn't have traded the evening for anything.
"Will I what?"
"Will you piss on me?"
"You don't have to ask," Ginny replied, pressing her lips against Hermione's once more, and the two were one.
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