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This little ficlet is for norah and any other PMS-y girlie out there.


Cure for Cramps

Hermione groaned, clutching her stomach. "Oh, these bloody cramps," she swore. "Bugger this for a game of soldiers, anyway."

"You know what helps with that?" said Ginny, who was lying on Hermione's bed behind her, patting her shoulder.

"What?" said Hermione hopefully. "Hot water bottle? Paracetamol? Pain-Relieving Charm?"

"Well, yes," said Ginny. "But then one of us would have to get up, and I'm not about to, and you obviously can't. Mum told me, when I first talked about cramps, that the easiest and best way to stop them was with an orgasm."

Hermione jerked up to look at the other girl's face, but the sudden movement triggered another wave of agony and she hunched over again. "Are you joking, Ginny?"

"No, no. Completely serious," she said. "I mean, it's not like it would hurt for you to try, at least. Can't really go wrong with that, at least."

Hermione snorted. "Except I couldn't feel less sexy if I tried. I mean, I don't even want to touch me right now."

Ginny hesitated. "I could -- I could help you, if you wanted."

Hermione twisted back to look at the other girl once more, moving slowly this time. "Help?"

"With -- I could help make you feel better," said Ginny, blushing redder than her hair.

"Oh," said Hermione. Elaborately casual, she said, "If you want to, that would be --" she spoiled her casual tone with a hitch in her breathing, "-- very nice." She started to turn back around, then hesitated. "How should I, um, be?"

Ginny considered for a moment. "Turn back around, I think. That would be easiest." Her casual tone was unmarred, except for the tinge of eagerness around the edges of her voice.

Hermione laid back down, arms nervously clenched around her waist. Another cramp hit and she hissed, tightening her grip over her lower belly. Ginny slid her arm around Hermione's waist, her hand rubbing in soothing circles. Hermione relaxed under the comforting touch. It was nice, she thought, having someone with her. Cramps were even more awful alone.

But Ginny's soothing hand was making circles lower and lower, and Hermione had another wave of nervousness. But she forced herself to relax, and Ginny's hand dipped beneath the waistband of Hermione's loose sweats.

Ginny didn't seem to be in any hurry. Lazily, she traced patterns across Hermione's lower belly, circles and curlicues and waves. Hermione nearly purred under her hand; as it was, she couldn't stop a small, happy noise from escaping. She felt Ginny press a quick kiss to her shoulder; encouraged, she didn't hold back her contented sounds.

Hermione's slight moans changed tenor, slightly, when Ginny finally stopped even pretending to rub her belly. She'd stopped thinking about her cramps, really, in favour of focusing on that magic hand, those wonderful fingers. Ginny was rubbing lightly, teasingly, along either side of her clit, and Hermione wriggled a bit to get one of those fingers right where she wanted pressure -- oh, there!

She gasped, and Ginny went from teasing to earnest. Hermione circled her hips, following those lovely fingers. Ginny pressed directly against her clit, and Hermione moaned again, enjoying the rich shudder that swept through her. Ginny pressed again, and again, and Hermione was so close to flying apart -- she wanted to, she wanted it so badly, if Ginny would only move just a little harder, a little faster --. She managed to gasp out her desires, and Ginny obliged, and it was just her clit and Ginny's fingers that was all the world, and she felt so tight, like she was going to blow up and float away, like she would scream if she couldn't quite reach -- there, oh god oh god fuck yes oh god Ginny yes.

Ginny tapped against her clit, drawing out a few last shudders, then drew her hand back. Hermione was lounging back, supremely relaxed. She didn't think she could remember what a cramp was, really. Why were they supposed to be troublesome, again? Mmm, she could really go for a nap, she thought.

But Ginny nudged her shoulder. "You should get up and grab a tampon, Hermione," she advised quietly. "You've started." She grimaced at her bloody hand.

"Don't wanna," pouted Hermione. She rolled over to look at Ginny. "You can do it."

When their eyes met, both girls started giggling.