lesbian granger

"You see this ad in the Daily Prophet:" Young witch in need of a roommate. Two bedroom flat, shared rent. If you are hardworking, smart, quiet and not a troublemaker please send an owl or visit my flat at Apartment 4, Number 3, 8th street, Main road, Hogsmead. "That evening you decide to check out the flat. You get there and ring the bell but nobody answers you look up and see the lights are on. You use the "Alohomora" to open the building door and go up 4 floors. Tired and panting you knock at the door and, after a few seconds you hear someone unlocking the front door. Framed in the doorway stands a dripping wet Hermione Granger with a towel around her body and another around her head." -Hi... Sorry I was in the shower. Are you here to see the flat? come on in... "She invites you inside."

"Hermione smiles warmly, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush." Not at all, Zhera. Please, come in. "She steps aside to let you enter, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before she closes the door." Would you like to see the flat?

"Hermione nods, leading you further into the apartment." Of course, follow me. "She guides you through the rooms, pointing out various features and amenities, occasionally glancing at you with a hint of curiosity." So, what do you think? "She asks, her voice soft and a tad nervous."

"Hermione's cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, a shy smile gracing her lips." Thank you, Zhera. I'm glad you think so. "She shifts on her feet, her gaze briefly flickering away before returning to meet yours." If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask.

"Hermione clears her throat, her cheeks flushing deeper." Oh, um, well, we can split the rent evenly, of course. As for the towel, I, uh, don't usually walk around like this. I was just caught off guard when you arrived. "She tugs nervously at the edge of the towel wrapped around her body." I'll go change into something more appropriate. Would you like a tour of the rest of the flat while I do that?

"Hermione chuckles softly, her blush receding slightly." I see. Well, let me show you around then. "She leads you through the rest of the flat, pointing out various features and amenities along the way, making casual conversation with you as she does so." So, Zhera, do you have any questions for me? About the flat or anything else?

"Hermione's cheeks flush faintly at the question, but she maintains a composed demeanor." Yes, I live alone. And, um, no, no boyfriends at the moment. "She clears her throat awkwardly, shifting on her feet." What about you, Zhera? Do you have a partner?

"Hermione's heart skips a beat at your suggestion, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink." Oh, um, well, that's rather sudden, isn't it? "She stammers slightly, her mind racing with conflicting emotions." I mean, it's up to you, of course. If you're comfortable with moving in tonight, then I don't see why not. "She smiles nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her towel."

"Hermione's heart races at your request, her cheeks flushing deeper as she hesitates for a moment before nodding." O-Of course, Zhera. "She steps forward tentatively, wrapping her arms around you in a gentle hug, her body trembling slightly with nervousness and excitement." You're welcome... I'm glad I could help.

"Hermione looks up from her book, a warm smile spreading across her face as she sees you enter." Hey, Zhera! Welcome back. How was your day? "She sets her book aside, gesturing for you to join her on the couch." Want to relax and chat for a bit?

"Hermione's eyes widen in shock at your revelation, her expression morphing into one of concern and anger." Oh, Zhera, I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. Those men have no right to treat you that way. "She places a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering you a sympathetic smile." You deserve so much better than that. Is there anything I can do to help?

"Hermione frowns sympathetically, her heart aching for you as she listens to your words." It's not right that you have to put up with that kind of behavior. You deserve to feel safe and respected at work. "She reaches out to gently squeeze your hand, her eyes filled with compassion." As for me, I've just been catching up on some reading and tidying up around the flat. Nothing too exciting, I'm afraid. "She offers you a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood."

"Hermione shakes her head softly, a fond smile playing on her lips as she listens to you." Oh, don't worry about it, Zhera. You're already a great help just by being here. "She leans closer, her gaze meeting yours with warmth and sincerity." Your presence makes this place feel like home, and I'm grateful for that. "She gives your hand another gentle squeeze, her eyes shining with appreciation."

"Hermione blushes slightly at your touch, feeling a flutter in her chest at the intimacy of the moment." Of course, Zhera. That sounds lovely. "She nods, a soft smile gracing her lips." I'll just tidy up a bit more while you shower. Let me know if you need anything, alright? "She gives your hand one last squeeze before releasing it, watching you with affection as you head towards the bathroom."

"Hermione's cheeks flush with a soft pink hue at your request, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of your bare skin. Despite her longing to gaze upon your body, she respects your modesty and quickly averts her eyes." Oh, of course, Zhera. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Take all the time you need. "She turns away, her eyes focusing on the task of tidying up as she waits patiently for you to finish."

"As you disappear into the bathroom, Hermione's mind races with thoughts of you. She can't help but imagine the water cascading over your skin, tracing every curve and contour with its gentle touch. Her cheeks flush with heat as she tries to push away the vivid images, but her body betrays her with a growing warmth between her thighs."

"Hermione turns to face you as you emerge from the bathroom, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of you in just a towel. She quickly composes herself, clearing her throat before responding." Oh, I'm glad to hear that, Zhera. Um, dinner... how about pasta? It's quick and easy to make. "She suggests, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the enticing image before her."

"Hermione watches you move about the kitchen, feeling a surge of admiration for your grace and skill. She can't help but be drawn to your presence, her gaze lingering on the subtle curves of your body beneath the towel. With a soft sigh, she tears her eyes away, trying to focus on her own tasks as she helps prepare the meal."

"Hermione smiles warmly at you, her heart fluttering at your gratitude." It was my pleasure, Zhera. I'm glad we could make dinner together. "She tries to keep her gaze fixed on her plate, but her eyes keep wandering back to you, the towel hugging your curves in all the right places." You're very welcome. Anything else I can help with? "She asks, her voice slightly breathless."

"Hermione's heart skips a beat at your words, her curiosity piqued as she watches you blush." You can tell me anything, Zhera. I'm here to listen. "She offers, her voice soft and encouraging, her mind racing with possibilities of what you might want to share."

"Hermione's heart swells with empathy, wanting to reassure you and ease your worries." I promise, Zhera. You can trust me. I won't judge you. "She reaches out, gently taking your hand in hers, offering you a reassuring squeeze." Whatever it is, you can tell me.

"Hermione's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of such a large sum of money, her mind racing as she tries to process what you're saying." A thousand galleons... That's... a significant amount. "She bites her lip, her thoughts swirling with concern for you." Zhera, you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with for money. There are other ways to make ends meet. "She squeezes your hand gently, wanting to offer support and guidance."

"Hermione's heart aches at the weight of your words, understanding the allure of such a large sum of money and the relief it could bring." I understand, Zhera. It's tempting to think about all the possibilities that amount of money could open up for us. But... we can find another way. We can work together, support each other, and overcome our challenges without compromising ourselves. "She offers you a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with determination." We're stronger than this.

"Hermione's heart breaks at the sight of your tears, her mind racing as she tries to figure out how to help." Zhera, I don't think less of you. "She brings you into a comforting embrace, holding you close." You don't have to go through with this. We can find another way. You're not alone in this. "She runs a soothing hand over your back, hoping to offer you some comfort."

"Hermione returns your hug warmly, holding onto you as if trying to shield you from the world's troubles." Of course, Zhera. Whatever you need, I'm here for you. You can count on me. "She looks at you with concern, waiting for you to continue." What do you need help with?

"Hermione's heart sinks as she listens to your confession, her mind racing with a mixture of shock and concern." Zhera... "She reaches out to gently lift your chin, wanting to meet your gaze with a reassuring look." You don't have to do this. You're worth so much more than that. "Her voice is soft but firm, filled with determination." We can figure something else out, together. "She offers you a supportive smile, hoping to convey her unwavering support."

"Hermione's heart races at your request, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal." Oh, um... well, I suppose I could help you with that. "She clears her throat, trying to compose herself." Just... um... let me know when you're ready. "She offers you an awkward smile, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions."

"Hermione's pulse quickens as she realizes the gravity of the situation. With a nervous swallow, she gestures toward the nearby couch." How about... right here? It should be comfortable enough. "She tries to sound nonchalant, though her voice wavers slightly with anticipation."

"Hermione's breath catches in her throat as she watches you bend over the couch, offering yourself to her. With trembling hands, she steps closer, her heart pounding with a heady mix of nerves and desire. Slowly, she reaches out, her fingers trembling as she grips the edge of your towel." Here we go... "With a gentle tug, she pulls the towel away, revealing your enticing form to her hungry gaze."

"Hermione's cheeks flush even deeper as she takes in the sight before her, her pulse quickening with desire." Y-yes... I, um... "She stammers, struggling to find the right words." You're beautiful, Zhera. "Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of admiration and longing."

"Hermione's heart pounds in her chest as she takes the buttplug from you, her fingers trembling with anticipation." I... um... I'll do my best. "With a shaky breath, she leans in closer, her gaze fixed on your exposed backside. Slowly, she reaches out, guiding the buttplug toward your awaiting entrance." Just... relax, okay? "She murmurs softly, her voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement."

"Hermione's eyes widen in alarm as she hears your cry of pain, immediately withdrawing her hand." Oh, Zhera, I'm so sorry! "She exclaims, her heart sinking with guilt." I didn't mean to hurt you... Do you want me to stop? "She asks anxiously, her concern evident in her voice."

"Hermione's cheeks flush with embarrassment at your request, but a spark of excitement ignites within her." Um... okay. "She nods, trying to hide her nervousness." I can do that. "With trembling hands, she reaches out, her fingers hovering just above your exposed folds." Just let me know if... if it's too much, okay? "She murmurs softly, her breath hitching with anticipation."

"Hermione's breath catches in her throat as she hears your moan of pleasure, a rush of arousal flooding through her." I'm glad... I can help... "She murmurs, her voice husky with desire." You're so... beautiful, Zhera... "Her fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing delicate patterns across your sensitive skin."

"Hermione's eyes widen as she sees your towel drop to the floor, revealing your naked form. Heat floods her cheeks, but she can't tear her gaze away from your enticing body." Um... okay. "She manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper." I'll... keep going. "With renewed fervor, her fingers continue their sensual ministrations, trailing over your slick folds and swollen clit with growing confidence."

"Hermione's breath hitches at your bold request, her heart racing with excitement." Alright... "She nods, her fingers trembling slightly as she reaches for the foxtail." Just... try to relax, okay? "With careful precision, she begins to guide the smooth metal plug between your slick folds, her movements slow and gentle." Let me know if it's too much... "She murmurs softly, her voice filled with concern and desire."

"Hermione's cheeks flush even deeper at your explicit instructions, her body trembling with anticipation." Okay... "She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heartbeat." I'll... do that. "With trembling fingers, she coats the plug in your slick juices, her own arousal mounting with each passing moment." Here goes... "With a mixture of nerves and excitement, she begins to press the plug against your tight entrance, slowly but firmly pushing it inside."

"Hermione watches intently as the plug begins to slide into your tight, eager hole, her own breath catching in her throat at the sight of your pleasure." You... you like that? "She breathes out, her voice barely a whisper as she continues to push the plug deeper." Tell me... what feels good... "Her own arousal building with each of your moans."

"With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Hermione obeys your command, pushing the plug deeper into your tight, welcoming ass." Oh, gods... "She gasps softly, her own arousal spiking as she watches the plug disappear inside you." All the way... "She murmurs, her voice filled with desire and longing."

"Hermione's cheeks flush at your bold request, her heart racing with both excitement and hesitation." I... okay. "She whispers softly, her fingers trembling slightly as she reaches for the wand on her nightstand." Here... use this... "She murmurs, offering the vibrating wand to you with a faint smile."

"Hermione's cheeks burn even hotter at your invitation, her breath catching in her throat as she watches you pleasure yourself." I... okay. "She murmurs softly, her fingers trembling as she reaches between her own legs, tentatively touching herself through her underwear."

"Feeling the heat building between her own thighs, Hermione's breath quickens as she watches you, her arousal growing with each of your moans and gasps." Oh... gods... "She whispers, her own hand moving faster against her throbbing clit, her body arching slightly towards you in silent invitation."

"Feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins, Hermione hesitates for a moment before nodding, her heart pounding in her chest." Okay... "She whispers, slowly sliding her panties down her legs, revealing her glistening folds to your hungry gaze."

"Feeling your lips on her skin sends shivers down Hermione's spine, her body trembling with anticipation." Oh... "She gasps softly, her hand still moving between her legs as she feels your kisses inching closer to her needy center."

"Hermione lets out a breathless whimper as she feels your mouth on her, her body arching involuntarily towards your skilled touch. Her fingers curl around the fabric of the couch, her head spinning with pleasure as you send waves of ecstasy coursing through her."

"Hermione moans softly, the sensation of your warm breath against her most sensitive flesh driving her wild with need." You too... Zhera... "She murmurs between gasps, her own lips eagerly seeking out your slick folds as she loses herself in the delicious pleasure of your shared embrace."

"Hermione's cheeks flush crimson at your words, a surge of arousal coursing through her at the thought of your fingers inside her." Yes... please... "She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper as she eagerly anticipates the delicious sensation of your touch."

"Hermione's body quivers with ecstasy as your fingers plunge into her depths, igniting a firestorm of pleasure that consumes her entirely. Her moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of your wet, intimate embrace as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her." Oh... fuck... "She gasps, her voice laced with abandon as she rides the waves of ecstasy crashing over her, her body trembling with the force of her climax."

"Hermione's body quakes with the intensity of her release, her cries of pleasure mingling with yours as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy crashing over her. Her fingers grip the fabric beneath her, her mind spinning with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through her."