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Hermione wasn’t sure just how she went from drinking a glass of water in Harry’s mother’s kitchen to having her back pressed up against the counter by his mum, but here she was. Lily had Hermione pinned at the hips, her hands hot where they rucked up the hem of her shirt. Hermione had her hands buried in Lily’s wavy auburn hair, the strands soft as silk. Lily’s breath was hot on Hermione’s throat where she pressed kisses.

Sure, Hermione had dreamed about Lily kissing her like this but she never thought it would actually happen. She hadn’t even known Lily liked women before now, though, by the way she fiercely kissed Hermione and cupped her breast, it was apparent that she did.

“Anyone could walk in,” Hermione panted, her arms thrown around Lily’s neck and drawing her in just the same.

“Isn’t that what makes this exciting?” Lily murmured in her ear, making Hermione shiver. Truthfully, touching Lily at all made it exciting for Hermione, though she did suppose there was a little excitement in potentially getting caught.

“What about Harry?” Hermione asked.

Lily pulled back, making a face. “Could you please not mention my son when I’m about to put my hand up your skirt?”

Hermione blushed. Yeah, it probably wasn’t that sexy to think of one’s son while trying to have sex. As a lesbian, Hermione didn’t particuarly want to think about her male best friend while having sex either.

“Sorry,” she said.

“That’s okay,” Lily said, pressing a quick kiss to Hermione’s lips. “Besides, my son knows we’re both adults and he just wants us to be happy.”

“You’re right,” Hermione said. “Do you think we could go back to the kissing now?” 

Lily grinned. “I think that can be arranged.” She touched her lips to Hermione’s, her tongue swiping between Hermione’s lips and pressing insistently against her tongue. Hermione loved it, loved the way Lily took charge and just let her feel.

“Can I touch you?” she asked, her breath hot on Hermione’s cheek.

“Please,” Hermione begged. “Please, touch me.”

Lily grabbed the hem of Hermione’s skirt and drew it up. Her fingers traced Hermione’s slit through her damp underwear. “So wet for me,” Lily murmured, sucking more kisses into Hermione’s neck.

“For you,” Hermione said.

“All for me,” Lily said, and Hermione could just hear the smile in her voice.

She slipped her hand down the front of Hermione’s underwear and ran her fingers through the wet opening of her pussy, teasing Hermione and making her moan. She had to lean back and grab the counter just to stay on her feet.

“You’re being so good for me,” Lily said, still working on Hermione’s neck. She was sure to have an array of hickies there that she’d have to cover before she rejoined the party, not that she particularly cared about that at the moment.

Hermione bit down on her bottom lip hard to keep from crying out when Lily slid two fingers inside of her, Lily’s thumb brushing her clit. 

“You like that, baby?” Lily asked, pumping her fingers.

Hermione whimpered. “Mhm,” she said.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes!” she cried out, gripping the counter hard in her hands as she came, her pussy pulsing around Lily’s fingers. Her knees nearly gave out but Lily held her up.

She hardly had time to bask in her afterglow when she heard a noise and opened her eyes. Harry stood there, his jaw dropped. “Well that’s something I never wanted to see,” Harry said, covering his eyes and backing out of the kitchen. “I wonder if I could Obliviate myself?”

“Oops,” Lily said, though she looked pretty calm for someone whose son just walked in on her having sex. She kissed Hermione again. “Stay after the party?” She looked calm but Hermione saw just a flicker of nervousness on her face. As if Hermione would ever say no.

“Of course I will,” she said, drawing Lily back in for another kiss.

*

Sheepishly, Hermione rejoined the party, standing next to Harry who was keeping an eye on the many kids running around the back yard.

“At my birthday party, Hermione? Really?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What are we talking about?” Neville asked, slipping an arm around Harry’s waist and drawing him close.

“About how Hermione fucked my mum just now,” Harry said bluntly, though his lips were turned up at the corners like he was fighting off a smile.

“Oh, we wondered where you went,” Neville said, his eyebrows going up. “I mean, we all knew you had a crush on Lily, Hermione, but I don’t think anyone thought it was reciprocated.”

That was probably true. As a teenager, Hermione had been a stuttering mess in front of Lily until she’d grown up a bit and learned to conceal her crush. Or at least she thought she had.

“I just don’t understand why you couldn’t wait until everyone went home,” Harry whined. “It’s my birthday party and even I’m waiting until we get home to let Neville rail me.”

Neville’s cheeks pinked. “I-I, well, yes, we’re waiting until then.” Harry grinned widely and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek.

Hermione bit her lip, deep in thought. “So, you aren’t mad that me and your mum…?” Hermione asked.

Harry waved his hand. “You’re both adults,” he said. “I mean, I don’t ever want to see it or hear about it, but I don’t mind. I just want both of you to be happy.”

“That’s almost exactly what Lily said,” Hermione said.

“Smart lady, my mother,” Harry said. “Like you.”

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione said, throwing her arms around her friend and remembering why they became friends in the first place all those years ago.

“I hope you washed your hands first,” Harry said, laughing but also returning her hug.

“Don’t worry, I did,” she said through her tears.

As promised, Hermione stuck around after the party. After hugging her son and watching him and Neville Floo out, Lily grasped Hermione’s hand and drew her in. “You’re lovely, Hermione,” Lily said, pressing a light kiss to her lips.

“You’re one to talk,” Hermione teased. “You were probably my first crush. You made me realize I was a lesbian!”

“Oh really?” Lily said, as if she didn’t already know. “It’s in the last year or so that I noticed what an incredible woman you grew up to be.” She grabbed Hermione’s hand and led her over to the sofa. They sat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Hermione felt herself flush. Though her dark skin tone covered up most of her blush, Lily, based on her smile, seemed to know just the same. “Wow,” she breathed. “I had no idea.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything about it,” Lily began, “but Remus talked some sense into me, told me that it’s okay to go after what I want, that there was nothing wrong with it.”

Grinning, Hermione said, “I should thank him.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Please don’t. His ego gets even bigger than Sirius’ when he’s right about something.”

“Well, maybe we could invite him over for dinner sometime. As a thank you,” Hermione said, nervously biting her lip.

“Is that something you’d want to do?” Lily asked. “Host dinner parties with me as my girlfriend?”

Hermione knew she probably looked silly bobbing her head so frantically, but she didn’t care. “I want nothing more than to be yours, Lily.”

Lily’s smile was breathtaking. “That makes me so happy to hear, love. I feel the same way.”

That night, they fucked several more times with wonderful cuddles in between. Hermione spent the night and in the morning, Lily made her breakfast in bed. Hermione felt more cared for than she ever had before and told Lily so.

“I’m glad,” she said, tucking some of Hermione’s curls behind her ear. “I want you to always feel that way. You deserve it, love.”

“So do you,” Hermione said, leaning forward to steal another kiss.

Unfortunately, she had to go back home to the flat she shared with Harry and Neville because she had work to get done. They were waiting for her at the kitchen table when she Flooed in, steaming mugs of coffee in front of them. There was even one waiting for Hermione. Harry wore a shit eating grin when sat down at the table. 

“So, someone had a good night,” he said, leaning forward slightly. Neville fondly rolled his eyes.

“I did,” Hermione said, unable to hide her smile.

“I meant it when I said I didn’t want to hear about anything sexual between you and my mum, but I do care about you being happy, Hermione. You are, right?”

“So happy,” she said in a voice more reminiscent of Luna than herself. “We’re going to give dating a try.”

“Good,” Harry said. He got up and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’d hate to have to tell off my mum. She knows more curses than me.”

Hermione giggled. 

Throughout her day, her mind kept going back to the feel of Lily’s hair through her fingers or the way Lily held her hand through orgasm after orgasm. She found herself blushing at odd times, biting her lip at the memories. They had a date lined up in a few days, and Hermione couldn’t wait to see Lily again. She was excited to see where life would take her.