"Wild nights! Wild nights!

Were I with thee,

Wild nights should be

our luxury!

Futile the winds

To a heart in port -

Done with a compass,

Done with a chart!

Rowing in Eden

Ah! The sea!

Might I but moor

Tonight in thee!"

- Emily Dickinson.

Erin was standing in front of a mirror in her dorm, getting ready for Slughorn's party as Hermione's date.

She slipped on a dress that she bought in August and, in her opinion, she looked bloody amazing and she was sure Hermione will most likely stare at her all night.

The dress was long, glittery purple with thin straps and a scoop neckline. There was a high slit on the right side so one of her legs was shown more than the other one. Erin wore light purple see-through glove sleeves on both of her hands.

Daphne braided Erin's hair into a French braid that now fell on Erin's bare back.

The redhead took a few steps towards her bed and almost immediately fell down on the floor because of the dark purple heels she was wearing. She wasn't used to it. What she was thinking?

When Daphne came back from Theodore's dorm with an eyeliner in her hand that she borrowed from Nott, she gasped.

"Wow, McKinnon," she said in a jokingly flirty voice. "If Granger won't shag you tonight, I will."

"Honestly? I'd shag myself too," Erin admitted, taking the eyeliner from Daphne, and quietly thanking her.

The blonde girl looked beautiful in her long strapless red dress. Just like Erin's, Daphne's dress was backless. Her normally straight hair was now wavy, tied in a low ponytail. Daphne wore heels, too, but not as high as Erin's.

"You're ready?" Erin asked.

"Yeah, let's go!"

***

The ceiling and walls of Slughorn's office had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light. Loud singing accompanied by what sounded like mandolins issued from a distant corner; a haze of pipe smoke hung over several elderly warlocks deep in conversation, and a number of house-elves were negotiating their way squeakily through the forest of knees, obscured by the heavy silver platters of food they were bearing, so that they looked like little roving tables.

Erin's eyes immediately landed on Hermione, who was having a conversation with Harry and Luna, who was Harry's date. As if the Gryffindor felt Erin's eyes on her, she turned around to see her gaping with wide eyes. She smiled and bid Harry and Luna goodbye before making her way towards her girlfriend.

"Hello!"

"Um." Erin glanced at Hermione's chest and then at her face, then at her chest and then at her face again. "Um— I— Well— You— The— Your— What?"

"I'm sorry, love," Hermione said in a teasing tone. "You seem to be speaking a language I can't quite understand."

Blood rushed into Erin's cheeks. "But—You— I— Your—"

"Are you okay?" Hermione pushed Erin's strand of hair behind her ear. "You seem a bit nervous."

"I'm gay— I mean fine, I'm fine!" Erin said quickly.

Hermione raised her eyebrow as she lightly smirked.

"You just look bloody gorgeous right now and I want to kiss you more than anything."

The Gryffindor smiled and placed her hand on Erin's cheek, making Erin feel a little weak in the knees. Hermione put her second hand on Erin's lower back and kissed her, tasting the cherry chapstick on the Slytherin's lips.

When Hermione pulled away, Erin felt like a blushy and giggly mess.

***

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. "The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They're working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease."

At that moment, the school's caretaker Argus Filch, dragged Draco Malfoy into the room.

"Professor Slughorn," wheezed Filch, his jowls aquiver and the maniacal light of mischief-detection in his bulging eyes, "I discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party and to have been delayed in setting out. Did you issue him with an invitation?"

Malfoy pulled himself free of Filch's grip, looking furious.

"All right, I wasn't invited!" he said angrily. "I was trying to gatecrash, happy?"

"No, I'm not!" said Filch, a statement at complete odds with the glee on his face. "You're in trouble, you are! Didn't the headmaster say that nighttime prowling's out, unless got permission, didn't he, eh?"

"That's all right, Argus, that's all right," said Slughorn, waving a hand. "It's Christmas, and it's not a crime to want to come to a party. Just this once, we'll forget any punishment; you may stay, Draco."

"It's nothing, nothing," said Slughorn, waving away Malfoy's thanks. "I did know your grandfather, after all. ..."

"He always spoke very highly of you, sir," said Malfoy quickly. "Said you were the best potion-maker he'd ever known. ..."

"Yeah, sure," snorted Erin, causing Malfoy to glare at her.

"I'd like a word with you, Draco," said Snape suddenly.

"Oh, now, Severus," said Slughorn, hiccuping again, "it's Christmas, don't be too hard —"

"I'm his Head of House, and I shall decide how hard, or otherwise, to be," said Snape curtly. "Follow me, Draco."

"That was strange," commented Hermione, looking at the place where Malfoy and Snape disappeared.

"No," Erin warned. "Stop thinking about it and enjoy this. . . very enjoyable party," she paused and grinned. "However, there's a way we can make it way more enjoyable."

The next moment the girls remember, they were a bit aggressively making out behind a curtain.

Hermione's hands were pretty much everywhere, except between Erin's legs where Erin needed some kind of touch then.

It was strange, truly. Erin never felt so aroused, not even that morning in the library on Hermione's birthday. This was different. Erin was set on fire by Hermione's touch and her lips.

Her head was thrown back against the wall as Hermione's mouth drags from the base of her throat to her collarbones, her leg wrapped around her girlfriend's butt. Hermione suddenly brought her knee to between Erin's legs, making Erin go absolutely insane at the feeling.

"Merlin," she moaned into Hermione's ear. "Please, Mione, have me."

Hermione pulled away. "Are you sure?" Erin nodded. "You haven't been drinking anything with alcohol, have you?"

The redhead shook her head. "No, I'm perfectly completely sober. I want you."

"Godric, I want you, too. Come on, let's go to my dorm."

It took the girls quite some time before they finally stumbled their way into the girls' dormitory.

Hermione's mouth immediately reached for Erin's and their lips connected once again. The brunette made the thin straps of Erin's dress fall of her shoulders and Erin wiggled out of it, leaving her only in her knickers as she decided not to wear bra that night, as if she knew what was going to happen just a few hours later.

Erin reached for the zipper of Hermione's dress and pulled it down along with the pink dress.

The brunette pushed the redhead on her bed and climped of top her without breaking the kiss. Feeling like taking control, Hermione pinned her girlfriend's hands above her head while moving from her lips to paint dark marks on her chest. Hermione removed her hands from Erin's wrist only when she took a hold of Erin's breast as her lips wrapped around a nipple of the other one.

Erin's hand travelled to the curls of her girlfriend's wild hair and gripped it, making Hermione gasp against her chest.

Hermione's kisses made their way from the valley of Erin's breasts to her lower belly, close to the waistband of her knickers. The Gryffindor looked up at the Slytherin, her eyes searching for any kind of hesitation. Erin gave her a nod with a quiet "please". After the permission, Hermione took of Erin's underwear and dived in between her legs.

Erin's back rose from the bed as Hermione swirled her tongue around her clit, holding her hips so she couldn't move away from her mouth, not like she ever wanted to.

Even if it was only the start, Erin felt overwhelmed with the pleasure. She started moving her hips up and down so Hermione needed to wrap her arms around it and push it down and hold it at one place.

The brunette gave her a stern look as a warning, making pleasure flow in Erin's veins.

Erin grabbed the white sheets beneath her and clutched it in her hands until her knuckles turned white. Suddenly, Hermione's middle finger slid inside of Erin, making the girl let out a moan in surprise.

Erin felt lucky to have someone who knew what they were doing as she couldn't make herself feel that good like Hermione was making her feel at that moment.

Hermione moved her finger fastly in and out of Erin as her mouth still assaulted her cunt. But then, Hermione hit that one spot that made Erin see stars, that spot that she could never reach her self.

A gasp escaped past Erin's parted lips as her girlfriend smirked, not stopping anything what she was doing. Hermione added another finger, brushing against that spot over and over again.

Erin knew she wasn't going to last long.

"Let go, love," Hermione encouraged.

Her words were all Erin needed to let the orgasm wash over her. Her legs — her whole body — shook as she whined loudly, remembering that the two of them forgot to cast a silencing charm, but at that moment, she didn't care. Not when she felt like in seventh heaven.

Hermione was pumping her fingers inside and back out through Erin's high while watching her girlfriend in awe as Erin's eyes tightly shut and her mouth formed into the shape of the letter "o".

When Erin finally calmed down, Hermione slipped out her fingers, brought them to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it.

Erin watched her in shock, shutting her thighs closed together as she felt herself getting excited again.

Hermione then lied down beside Erin and they stared into each other's eyes.

"How did you know what to do?" Erin asked.

At that question, Hermione turned red. "I— um. . . I read. . ."

The Slytherin let out a quiet laugh. "You read? What exactly did you read, Miss Granger?"

"I— um— oh, shut up! You liked it."

Erin nodded. "I did, yes. You know, I can take care of you, too."

Hermione shook her head. "I know you can but you seem a bit tired after. . . all that. Maybe we could take a shower and then go to sleep?"

"Or—" Erin sat up "—we could take a shower and I'll show you what I can do with my mouth and then go to sleep?"

Hermione blinked in surprise. "Oh, s–sure."