Rebellious Thoughts

Andromeda softly closed the door to the prefects' bathroom behind her. It had been a rough day, not made any easier by the letter that had just arrived from her parents. A long, hot bath was definitely in order.

She unfastened her robe, letting it fall to the floor as she stepped toward the giant sunken tub in the center of the room. Why couldn't her parents just give up already? She'd told them before she refused to marry that odious Rosier, yet they acted as if she'd said nothing at all.

She climbed carefully into the tub, tying her long brown hair into a knot above her head before sitting down. The water just barely covered her shoulders. It felt good. She closed her eyes and began to daydream, of being grown up, out of school, and free.

Andromeda hated Evan Rosier, but the world was full of boys that Andromeda did like, and many of them were here at Hogwarts. She sat in the tub, imagining herself holding hands with Amos, kissing Frank, laying naked with Ted in her parent's yard, just to spite them.

The door squeaked, rousing Andromeda from her reverie. She opened her eyes to see Lily Evans entering, all bundled up in a muggle-style pink bathrobe and carrying a matching bath towel over one arm and a small bucket in the other hand. Lily smiled sheepishly at her. "Sorry to bother you."

If she'd been in a less rebellious mood, she might have felt uncomfortable with the intrusion, but as it was she found she didn't care. "Don't mention it. There's plenty of room."

"Thanks." Lily walked over to the sink and pulled a brush out of her bucket. She began brushing her hair in long, firm strokes.

Andromeda found herself watching Lily through the mirror. From where she was sitting, she could see the reflection of Lily's chest, bouncing just a bit beneath her robe in time with each stroke of the brush. She suppressed a giggle, wondering if her own, smaller, breasts bounced that much as well before trying to focus her mind back on the fantasy she was enjoying before the interruption. Ted was kissing her neck, running his fingers through her hair, sucking greedily on her breast.

Her eyes involuntarily opened again at the *clunk* of Lily's hairbrush being dropped in the bucket. Still facing away from her, Lily was untying her belt and shrugging off her robe, revealing a curvaceous figure clad only in knickers. Lily hanged the robe carefully on a peg and then bent forward, scooting her knickers down her legs and then one at a time over her feet.

Her arse is definitely nicer than mine, thought Andromeda as Lily meticulously placed her panties in the pocket of her robe before turning to walk toward the tub. Lily's breasts too were very different from her own; they must have been at least a size fuller, quite a bit less conical, and the sickle-sized nipples held far more prominent peaks than her own, puny nipples did. She wondered whether the bigger nipples were more sensitive, and if so how that would be possible, since her own nipples were so incredibly responsive.

Andromeda's gaze traveled down Lily's gently rounded stomach to the patch of auburn hair between her legs. Definitely a natural born redhead, she thought. Realizing that she was staring, she looked up to see if Lily noticed, but she apparently either had not noticed or was pretending not to have done so, for the other girl merely stepped down into the bath without a word.

Andromeda closed her eyes, again trying to escape into her previous fantasy, but the image wouldn't come. Ted's well-honed, masculine body would not come back to her; the image in her mind was that of the very feminine redhead seated only a couple meters away. It was Lily who was lying on the grass behind the Black house, not Ted. Lily who was inviting her to touch those lush breasts, to trace their stiff peaks with her tongue, to kiss and be kissed back as they attempted to discover whose breasts really were more sensitive.

Andromeda nearly forgot that she wasn't alone as one hand moved of its own volition to stroke her clit. She imagined herself facing Lily, each of them with a hand stroking the other, under her parents' horrified glare. If they hated the idea of her being with a muggleborn boy, how much more would the revile her being with a muggleborn girl? That thought was nearly as arousing as her fingers stroking between her thighs. A sigh escaped her and she bit her lip as the tension mounted within her.

Water lapped against Andromeda's chin, distracting her. She opened her eyes. Lily had moved to stand across from her, looking down from where she stood waist deep, the water dripping off her beautiful breasts. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice... that is, well," Lily's words were almost apologetically embarrassed, but she continued on, speaking very fast. "I saw you were looking at me just now, and then you started to, well, anyway, I just wanted to see if I could join in."

Andromeda stared, agape. "What?"

"I mean, I know I usually date boys and all, but watching you, well, you know, and being pretty sure that you were thinking about me... I just thought I'd see if I was right, is all." Lily reached forward to caress her face. "You just look so sexy when you ... you know."

"Why did you think I was thinking about you?" asked Andromeda, torn between embarrassment at being caught and excitement at Lily's reaction to it.

Lily's face fell, and she snatched her hand back. "I'm sorry, forget I said anything." She turned to move away.

"Wait," Andromeda caught her hand and stood up to face her. "You're right. I was thinking about you. I'm not sure why, actually, but I was."

They stood close together, facing each other, their breasts almost perfectly level with each other. Andromeda's heart was pounding. To fantasize about touching a girl was one thing, but could she actually do it? She thought again of her parents, and what they would think about it. She smiled and let go of Lily's hand, sliding both her arms around her waist to rest gently on her hips.

"You were?" asked Lily, looking nervous but excited.

"Mmhmm," she replied, stepping closer, so that the tips of their breasts were touching each other. "I was pretending that you were touching me."

"I want to touch you."

"Show me."

The nervous look faded, replaced by anticipation as Lily reached up to cup Andromeda's left breast. "Like this?"

The Ravenclaw nodded, pressing into her hand. "Uh huh."

Lily's hand grazed down her ribcage, across her stomach, and rested softly against the thatch of hair between Andromeda's legs. "And this?"

"Almost," groaned Andromeda, spreading her legs a few inches to grant better access and pushing herself against Lily's hand.

"All right, then." Lily's fingers glided through the curls and began to stroke firmly but gently across Andromeda's already aroused clit. "Is that better?"

Andromeda answered by leaning her head to bite Lily's neck, transferring the tension of her arousal through the suction of her lips against Lily's skin and the lowering of her hands to clasp the soft curves of Lily's derriere. Lily moaned, her own legs instinctively parting a bit as she rubbed her breasts against Andromeda's, never stopping the circular rubbing motion of her fingers.

It didn't take much to bring Andromeda to the edge of release, as she had nearly been there before. She bit harder and ground her hips forward, trapping Lily's hand between them as she came with a muffled cry. She slumped against Lily's shoulder as her knees went weak and leaned, sighing, as Lily's gentle strokes brought her down.

"Wow," said Andromeda after she felt sufficiently recovered to speak. "That was...wow."

Lily reached up to stroke her hair. "Good. I've always found it's more fun with a partner, myself."

Andromeda leaned back to look into Lily's eyes, grinning, "It certainly was this time, anyway. But I think it's time I returned the favor."

Lily smiled coyly, biting her lip. "That's not really necessary."

"Maybe not, but I want to," she insisted, taking Andromeda's hand and leading her to sit on the edge of the tub. Andromeda put one hand atop each of Lily's thighs, then kneeled to stand on her knees in front of her. She leaned in to take Lily's left nipple into her mouth, sucking gently as she stroked the inside of Lily's thighs, coming close to her center but not quite touching. Lily moaned as Andromeda laved the erect tip with her tongue, making slow, wet circles before sucking it into her mouth again.

Lily fidgeted against her mouth and hands, but Andromeda refused to hurry; if she let her thumb tease the Gryffindor's folds, she quickly moved it back onto her leg. Andromeda's head dipped to lick a trail down from breast to navel before reversing course to bestow similar treatment on the other breast. Lily was shaking now, trying to scoot forward to force her clit against Andromeda's fingers.

As Lily's moans grew more urgent, Andromeda moved forward so her torso was between Lily's parted knees. With Lily's legs spreading farther apart, she began to suck a little harder and lick a little faster. She was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure as she finally plunged a finger inside Lily, moving her opposite thumb to move circles around Lily's clit.

Andromeda felt nails digging into her shoulders as she plunged a second finger inside and slowed her circling thumb, pressing a little harder but drawing out the motions. Lily's arse was nearly leaving the tile, so hard was she straining against Andromeda's hands. She drew her fingers out, then slid them in again, finding a rhythm and matching it with thumbs and tongue, quickening the pace as Lily's breath also became rushed. She nipped gently on the tip of the breast she was sucking, and Lily was sent over the edge, bucking against her and crying out her release. The sound of another girl coming was incredibly erotic, and Andromeda found herself becoming aroused again at the sound.

Now it was Lily's turn to collapse. She lay back against the tile, pulling Andromeda down to lay on top of her as she came back down to Earth. Neither spoke for several minutes.

"We should do this again sometime," said Lily. "It would be a shame to let this bathroom go to waste."

Privately Andromeda agreed. She might never look at the tub in the same way again, but this wasn't a thought that disturbed her much. "Yes, it definitely would be."

Her thoughts drifted to her parents and their letter, the whole reason she'd come to bathe tonight. She'd be damned if she'd let them force her into an arranged marriage. Why should she ever marry? She could do very well without any man at all.

FINIS

Author's Note:  The Andromeda/Evan Rosier forced betrothal was inspired by a storyline at the Marauders RPG