As much as Hermione still missed Ron and Harry, she wasn’t willing to spend that much time around Lavender, and couldn’t bring herself to lie to Harry. And so she stayed away from them both, sticking with her one female friend instead. It also was nice to be around someone so open and free. And the more time Hermione spent with Ginny, the more she realized just how adventurous Ginny was. Not only had she been with Michael Corner, but she indian had also been with Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, and, to Hermione’s great surprise, little Colin Creevey. “It made a nice change from the other boys.” Ginny had said. “He was sweet.” Sweet wasn’t exactly how she described the other three boys; saying one was clumsy, one was good but selfish, and the other was a sex god. She never specified which was which, and every time Hermione brought it up, Ginny would just smile and ask why she was so interested. Hermione didn’t need to ask to figure out who the “sex god” was. She knew exactly which jerk that described. The way Ginny spoke about Michael was strange. It was as if she saw him in a completely different light to Hermione, and anybody else who knew him. Often praising him, when he came up, Ginny would once again just smile as Hermione scoffed. Ginny’s praise did not change Hermione’s mind on him. Michael was a creep, a delinquent, and didn’t deserve to walk these coveted halls. He deserved to be sent to an all boys school, where his “talents” would be useless, and the only company he’d have were each of his palms. Hermione took every chance she could to belittle, and besmirch Michaels name, to the one person who seemed to praise him. Ginny, like almost everything else her innocent friend did, found Hermione’s rants amusing. Often not engaging, and dismissing Hermione’s condemnation with a shrug and occasionally laughter. She clearly had a much higher opinion of Michael than anyone else at Hogwarts, and it shocked Hermione, who listened to Ginny defend his every offence. “He tricked you into bed.” “No, we had consensual sex.” “He told everyone about sleeping with you.” “No, he told his friends, just like I told you. His friends spread it around.” “You can do so much better than him.” “I know, but he’s who I choose to be with right now.” Every point had a counter-point and there was asshole seemingly no way to get to Ginny. No way to show her Michaels true evil. “Or, are you the one who has a flawed view of Michael?” Ginny would always respond when Hermione voiced her concerns about Ginny’s cunt stubbornness. And sitting there, outside in the beautiful day, this was racing through Hermione’s head. She should be doing her homework, or enjoying the weather, or at least not giving that creep the attention he required, but she was. Not wanting to start an argument, or rather a scolding met with indifference, Hermione tried to distract herself with other things. “I think I’m going to go visit Hagrid later, care pussy to join me?” Hermione asked Ginny. “Sorry, I can’t.” Said Ginny, not looking up from her book. “I have plans tonight.” “With who?” Hermione asked. Ginny looked up from her book, amateur smiled, and shrugged. “Seriously?” Hermione asked, incredulous. “You’re seeing him?” “Renee, you're seventeen now, you've grown into an alluring, sexy young woman and I know you’ve known at least two boys intimately.” I reluctantly begin to move my tongue in and out of his asshole. cunt I had just gone way over the top with my own child, allowed my libido to overpower my parental instincts. I was thinking about the Ramada Inn." Amy was so exhausted she couldn't even talk, she just What’s more, when one girl got her face near the other girl’s pussy she started licking asshole it. 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