The Many Misadventures of Young Adults pt. 3

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The Many Misadventures of Young Adults pt. 3Harry Potter: The Many Misadventures of Young Adults pt. 3 – Hermione’s Cherry Chapter 1: Making Up, Making OutThe holidays were coming and Hermione was miserable.Everything had started so well. The group sex at the Burrow has been the most wonderful experience of her life. The only thing that had remained was to give up her virginity to Ron or Harry and then the whole school year would belong to the four of them.That was where the trouble started. Both were so eager to be her first that neither would let the other have a shot at her. Every time she brought the subject up it started a fight.It would have been bearable if she had Ginny to fall back on but Ginny had been avoiding her. She wasn’t sure why but knew that somehow, someway it was the boys fault. So she had set herself to tracking her young friend and erstwhile lover down.She hadn’t seen Ginny in the Gryffindor girl’s showers but knew from the few times she had glimpsed her that she was as neat and clean as ever, so where was she washing up? It had to be somewhere other people didn’t go or she’d have heard about it.Aha. Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. The wash basins were large enough that a small girl like Ginny could almost take a bath in them. Certainly they were large enough to clean up effectively.She snuck quietly into the bathroom and sure enough heard splashing sounds. There in front of a basin, wearing only panties, was Ginny. Hermione’s eyes roamed up and down the small body of her sometime lover, the tight ass, the long beautiful red hair, the smooth expanse of back. The urge to reach out and stroke her soft skin was almost overwhelming.”Ahem.” The redhead spun around, startled, fear and, when she realized who it was, anger in her face.”What are you doing here? Come to gloat over stealing Harry and Ron?””Steal?” Hermione realized that there had been a disastrous failure of communications along the line. “What makes you think I ‘stole’ anybody?””I’ve seen them hanging around you with their tongues hanging out and their… things halfway out of their pants. But they won’t give me word one, will they?””Oh my poor Ginny. Those stupid, stupid boys. They might be ‘hanging around’ me but neither of them will let the other so much as kiss me. No one’s put their hands on me except me since that night and it’s driving me bonkers!””You canlı bahis mean I’ve been mad at you for nothing?””I’m afraid so.””Do you forgive me?””On one condition.””What?”Hermione smiled slyly. “Come over here and fuck me crazy!”Smiling and eager for relief the small redhead went into her lovers arms. Quickly their lips and tongues met in an urgent and passionate kiss.”What do we have here? Two young lovers?”Both looked up franticly to see a smirking Moaning Myrtle overhead.Hermione wanted to tell the ghost to go away but didn’t want to provoke her. The last thing either she or Ginny needed was to be labelled dykes. Besides to be fair this was Myrtle’s home, more or less.”Well…yes. I suppose so. Do you want us to leave?””Oh no, I want to watch.””Watch… well I suppose that’s alright.” She looked to Ginny who gave a reluctant nod. Actually the idea of being watched rather turned her on.”I didn’t think ghosts liked… that sort of thing.””Just because we’re dead doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings. All kinds of feelings. There’s just not much we can do about them.”To demonstrate, she swooped down and planted what should have been a passionate kiss on Hermione. It felt cool and slightly damp and not entirely unpleasant, rather like kissing fog, but when Hermione’s arms instinctively went around the dead girl’s body they closed on nothing.”See? Poor, poor me,” Myrtle said with a sob.”Well at least you can watch.” And with that Hermione determined to give both Ginny and the ghost girl a show they’d remember for some time.”Ginny, you know that dance tune by the Wyrd S*siters? Witchy Girl? Could you clap out a beat for me darling?”Curious as to what Hermione was up to Ginny started clapping her hands together, alternating with slapping the floor. Hermione started to twirl, and as she did, let her robe fall to the ground. She then undid her Gryffindor tie, twirling over her head then playfully tossing it to Myrtle, who pouted when it went through her hands. Both she and Ginny watched, raptly as Hermione danced first back away from Ginny, then forward, pulling off her school sweater, then unbuttoning her blouse, showing a pair of small firm breasts caged in a lacy white bra, which soon joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. She leaned forward, just out of Ginny’s reach and shook them teasingly.At this Myrtle could no longer bahis siteleri contain herself and joined in, dancing in circles around and above Hermione and discarding her own clothes, which disappeared when they reached a few inches away from her. For some reason, perhaps because of the baggy school uniform everyone always thought Myrtle was fat but, although she had a thicker body then the two mortal witches, this was not so. Her torso and limbs were not as slender, true, but still quite shapely and led to a large pair of firm breasts. Even though Myrtle was a Fifth Year when she died, both girls doubted either of them would be that large or round when they reached the ghosts death age.As Hermione danced away from her, Ginny got on all fours and slowly pursued her lover who stayed teasingly just beyond reach. Soon Hermione’s skirt went sailing over her head and through Myrtle who responded by swooping down on Hermione and running her hands over the dancing brunette’s nipples, the cold caress hardening them.Eventually Hermione found herself backed against a stall door, clad only in her panties. As she reached to take them off, the stalking Ginny growled, “Let me,” then reached out and took a grip on them with her teeth. A few strong tugs and they were half pulled, half torn off, leaving Hermione’s pussy exposed and vulnerable to the small redhead’s tongue and teeth, which soon had Hermione shuddering in delight. Slowly, moaning, she eased her way to the ground. Soon Ginny’s tongue thrusting had her biting her lip to keep from screaming and letting the whole floor know what was going on.She needn’t have worried. She soon heard a moan coming from above and, looking up saw Myrtle masturbating furiously. One hand was stroking and pinching her pale nipples, the other was rubbing her clit in a frenzy. Realizing that any noise would be dismissed as Myrtle, Hermione gave a short sharp yelp as her redheaded partner’s teeth nibbled at her clit. Arching her back she gasped out loud as she came for the first time in three months from someone else.Ginny lifted her cream covered face from between Hermione’s legs. “Forgiven?” she said with a grin.”Now and for always,” murmured Hermione. “Now it’s my turn,” she said as the girls changed positions, Hermione slipping two fingers into her lover’s slit as her thumb massaged the younger girl’s clit. güvenilir bahis The thrusting quickly brought both results and demands.”More, Hermy, more,” Ginny moaned.Acquiescing Hermione slid a third finger in. Surprised that the small girl’s cunt could fit this many she slid a fourth to further begging and pleading. Instead of merely thrusting she began massaging Ginny love canal from the inside. The small redhead’s body arched up from toe to head. “YEAHHHH! OH YEAH!!!” She began bucking uncontrollably as Hermione went the full distance, slipping in her thumb and working her lover’s pussy from the inside. Ginny’s fists pounded the floor and her scream turned more to a gargle, her tongue hanging out one side, drool coming down it. Finally her whole body went stiff, her eyes rolled completely into her head, then went as limp as it had been stiff a second ago.”Ginny? Ginny!” Hermione pulled her hand out of her friend as Ginny’s stillness started to scare her. “My God! Myrtle! I killed her!” She started to weep.Myrtle, concerned over her new friends, floated down over Ginny. “She’s not dead. Look, silly witch.” Sure enough Ginny was breathing, however shallow and ragged it was. Slowly her eyes rolled back to their normal positions, though still unfocused.Still crying, Hermione covered her love’s face with grateful kisses. Once again, still not in full control of her mental faculties she tried to plant a passionate thank you kiss on Myrtle’s lips but went through her.Slowly Ginny’s eyes refocused and her lips moved, though no sound came out. Hermione put her ear close to her lover’s lips.Ginny whispered, “That… that… was… incredible.””Are you okay, darling?”Ginny nodded weakly. “Love you… Hermy… fucking love you!”Hermione helped Ginny get dressed and then put on her own clothes. She looked at Myrtle. She had never really liked the ghost before but this experience had made a bond between them. “Myrtle?”Myrtle, sad at seeing them go was back to her usual self-pitying tone. “Yes?””Would you like to be able to touch and be touched?””What a stupid question. Of course I’d like that! But how? No touching for Myrtle. I died a virgin, and now am one forever.”Maybe she wasn’t that fond of Myrtle after all. But she still felt sorry for her. “Well, I can’t promise anything… but if you like, I could do someresearch. Maybe there’s a potion. I mean, not forever but for an hour or two.”Myrtle’s face lit up with a rare smile. “Oh, that would be wonderful!””We have to go now. We have plotting to do.””Plotting? Against who?””Who else? The boys.”

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