Redbeargrl's Cave

“That’s the difference;” said Hermione, “in being brought up Muggle born as opposed to Wizard born.  I know about some things you don’t and vice-versa.” 

“But bananas with ice cream?” whispered Ginny from across the table.  She had the cutest little scrunched up nose expression on her face that made Hermione just want to kiss her right in front of everybody. 

“Just you wait,” pronounced Hermione, “you are going to love this!”

It was the end of a very warm summer day in London and both girls had exhausted themselves being “tourists” as Hermione had put it.  It would only be a few more days until they started their new jobs and both girls decided they needed a stress break.  Hermione had suggested that she take Ginny to a few spots she had loved visiting as a child with her parents before her entrance into the Wizarding world and Ginny had readily agreed. 

As she led Ginny around London she was enchanted by the fact that Ginny knew so little of the Muggle world.  Hermione took her to see all of the tourist spots, Buckingham Palace, the Tower, Westminster Abbey and finally a quick turn through a very small portion of the British Museum.  Hermione’s only regret was that the Ravens at the Tower were no longer allowed to roam freely.  She had always done a little bow to them in the past to pay them their rightful respect.

By now the day was late and the heat seemed to just keep building.  They were both tired and hot and their feet hurt.  It had been Ginny that first remarked that it was a pity that Diagon Alley was so far away because she really fancied going for ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.  Hermione’s face lit up as she explained that Muggles did indeed also have ice cream and she was going to take Ginny to her favorite childhood place. 

So here they were, in the middle of Soho at Baskin ‘n Snoggin Ice Cream Parlor, waiting for their orders to arrive.  The owners of the parlor were an American couple who had come to Britain many years ago for a visit and never left.  They quickly built a huge following because of the quality and huge portions of their offerings.  It was often said that the decadence of an Americans’ approach to ice cream could only be surpassed by the hi-jinks in the court of Katherine the Great, with or without the horses.  Ice cream here was an art form and possibly, a religion.

When the waiter had approached their table Hermione immediately ordered two Banana Splits.  She wasn’t surprised that Ginny had never had this treat because she had never seen it offered at Fortescue's.  Ginny had asked her what in the world was a Banana Split. Hermione explained that it was three flavors of ice cream surrounded by a halved banana and covered with mounds of whipped cream and further garnished with shaved chocolate, chocolate sauce, strawberry preserves, nuts, bits of candy covered chocolate and topped with a cherry.  Ginny hadn’t looked totally convinced until after her first taste. 

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle at the look on her lover’s face with that first bite.  She knew that Ginny had slipped into sweet tooth heaven.  It was one of those little special moments in a relationship where a simple little restaurant, or in this case an ice cream parlor, forever became their own special place.

As Ginny worked her way through the treat a vague thought somewhere in the back of her mind noted something familiar about the shape of the construction, but it escaped her as she affirmed that ice cream and bananas are a very good thing.

After they had finished and Hermione had paid the bill in Muggle money they found a quiet back alley and apparated directly back to the Burrow and, to their dismay, they found the temperature hotter here than it had been in central London. 

Dinner that night was a late affair because Molly said it was just too hot to eat anything heavy.  It was just Molly and Arthur and the girls for dinner, which consisted mostly of a garden salad with cold cuts on Molly’s wonderful home-baked bread.  They all engaged in family small talk for a bit but, eventually, they all went off to their rooms for the night.

Even though Ginny had left the window wide open in their bedroom it hadn’t done any good. The room was as hot as a hob and there was no breeze at all coming through the window.  The girls quickly stripped off their clothes and went for a cool bath.  The cool water revived them to a point where they lingered for quite a while washing each other and playing little lover’s games.  It was just too warm for serious love making so they collapsed on the bed naked and amused each other by trying various cooling spells on the room, none of which seemed to have any affect at all on the oppressive temperature. 

They tried to sleep but it was just too hot.  After about an hour Ginny announced to the ceiling, “I really fancy another of those Banana Splits!”

“Splendid idea,” said an equally awake Hermione and she started to get up from the bed.  Ginny jumped up and said, ”I’ll get them love.  I know my way around the kitchen better than you do.  Why don’t you just stay here and light a few candles and I’ll be back before you know it.”  With that she threw on her dressing gown and went off to the kitchen. 

True to her word she returned minutes later with two huge bowls of whipped cream covered delight.  She offered one bowl to Hermione who was sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed.  Ginny couldn’t help but stare at her lover’s most secret place so wide open to her view.  Ginny put down her bowl and shrugged out of her dressing gown all the while staring at her naked lover.  Suddenly the thought that briefly crossed her mind in the ice cream parlor came to the fore.  She picked up her bowl and moved some of the cream away from the construction beneath. 

She looked up to see a droplet of chocolate sauce running down Hermione’s chin and drop to her breast and as much as she wanted to lick it from Hermione’s breast she concentrated on the task at hand. With the whipped cream moved away, she turned the bowl so that the chocolate ice cream was at the bottom, and the vanilla between it and then the strawberry.  She took the cherry and gently pressed it into the strawberry and arranged the whipped cream to only be along the top and down each side.  With the banana halves on each side she realized it looked remarkably like her lover’s “naughty bits”, as they liked to call them.

Hermione was totally absorbed in savoring the cold sweet goodness sliding down her throat and never noticed Ginny slide to her side of the bed and pick up her wand.  She waved it over the bowl in her hand and said a silent incantation.  Putting the wand down she raised the bowl to her lips and gave the cherry a loving lick.  She was rewarded immediately by seeing Hermione’s eyes cross as she snorted most of a mouthful of ice cream and chocolate sauce out of her nose and down over her breasts and into her lap.

Ignoring the mess she had just made she turned to see Ginny plunge her tongue into the vanilla ice.  Her mind was instantly flooded with the feeling that Ginny’s tongue had just penetrated her most protected spot and the sensation was incredibly delicious.  The bowl almost slipped from her hands as she watched Ginny withdraw her tongue and replace it slowly with two fingers.  Hermione felt Ginny’s fingers penetrate her moving slowly in and out and her eyes rolled back and her breathing became more pronounced. 

Ginny sat there grinning like a Cheshire cat and slowly laved the cherry with her tongue. Hermione did drop the bowl at this point as she felt her lovers fingers and tongue caress and fill her.  By now Hermione was flat on her back with her legs up and spread as wide as they would go.  She lay there relishing the feeling of Ginny’s fingers inside of her when a new feeling invaded her consciousness.  She turned to Ginny and with one open eye watched the young red head slide her third finger into the scoop of chocolate ice cream.  She cried out as she felt Ginny’s finger go where nothing had ever penetrated her before this moment.  Now both of her most secret places were being subjected to finger movements, which were gaining in rapidity and vigor.  She gave into the feelings and lost any pretense of control when Ginny started sucking on the bright red cherry.  Hermione’s head began to thrash back and forth and she started a rhythmic beating with her fists on the bed as Ginny’s fingers and tongue took her over the top.  She screamed as her body went rigid as her release washed over her.  She felt Ginny slowly withdraw from her and she lay there unmoving until she felt muscle control returning and her breathing begin to slow.

She watched Ginny through half closed eyes move her wand over the bowl to break the spell she had cast before she made her move.  As soon as she saw Ginny release her wand Hermione grabbed up a great handful of half melted ice cream and sauce and lunged. She quickly pinned the smaller girl down on the bed she rubbed the gooey stuff all over Ginny’s laughing face, into her flaming hair and down over her firm breasts and belly.  Ginny tried to retaliate but she was laughing too hard to move.  Hermione grabbed another handful of the sticky goo and plunged her hand between the younger girls’ legs.  Soon they were both laughing and rolling in the mess, both covered head to toe in chocolate sauce and whipped cream and liquid ice cream.

It didn’t take long for the laughter to be replaced by raspy heavy breathing and little whimpers of pain and joy.  This time they both screamed together, as each brought the other the sweet release they both craved.

Outside, the heat broke and a cooling breeze blew up from the river.  The breeze found them entwined about each other in the center of the sticky carnage that was their bed.

“I can’t believe,” whispered Hermione, “that you got me off with ice cream!”

“Well,” giggled Ginny from between Hermione’s chocolate covered breasts, “you once told me that next to sex with me it was your favorite guilty pleasure.”

“You are going to teach me that spell you used aren’t you?”

Ginny nodded sleepily but thought to herself, that for her own sake, it might be a while.