Chapter One
By darthelwig
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Rated R for future chapters! This story contains sexuality, people!
This is a Hermione/Ginny story. It’s not my usual fare, but I decided to see if I could write it. Hopefully it turned out okay.
I do not own Harry Potter or make any money off this story. I am just playing in J.K. Rowling’s world for a little while.
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“How dare he?” Hermione ranted as she stormed into Ginny’s room in the burrow, slamming the door behind her. Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin at the noise but watched quietly as her friend threw herself down on the other bed and hugged the pillow to her face. Ginny had no doubt what this was about. Hermione and Ron had been fighting nearly every day since she had come to stay with them this summer. They seemed to disagree on everything.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Who does he think he is?” Hermione said shrilly, her voice raising an octave. She sat up on the bed, pulling the pillow into her lap. She was nearly shaking with rage. Ginny just sat there scrutinizing her, waiting for the explanation.
“Ron says I can’t play Quidditch with the boys since I obviously hate the game and probably can’t even play. And do you know what his reason is? Because I’m a girl! Angelina plays Quidditch! Alicia plays Quidditch! Even Katie plays Quidditch! But no, not Hermione Granger! She can’t play Quidditch! Well, you know something? I don’t even want to play with them! I’d rather be with people who appreciate me!” Hermione had worked herself into a towering temper by now. Her face was flushed and her breathing was shallow and quick. Ginny imagined that her friend would look something like this when she was engulfed by passion, and the very thought was enough to send her mind spinning into territory that she wasn’t quite ready to deal with. Not with the object of her desire sitting right there looking at her.
Ginny cleared her throat and tried to sound as comforting as possible, even though she knew that Hermione didn’t really want to play Quidditch. She just wanted to be included. Ron was an idiot in Ginny’s opinion. How could he not notice this girl who was right under his nose? It was obvious to everyone that Hermione fancied him, but he was too dense to act on it. For her part, Ginny was grateful. It would be too strange for her to see them together, especially now that her crush on Harry had faded and she herself was developing feelings for Hermione.
“Well,” she said, “Ron can be an idiot, you know. He’ll learn eventually. Besides, did you really want to play with them?”
Hermione sighed, hugging the pillow tighter.
“No,” she said softly, the anger fading somewhat. “I just wish he would notice me, you know? But he never sees me. I mean, what do I have to do? I’m no Fleur. Boys don’t chase after me. But we’ve been friends all this time… Why doesn’t he make a move? I thought he liked me. Was I wrong?”
Hermione looked so forlorn that Ginny had to take pity on her.
“Well, he does notice you. He just doesn’t know how to say it. I know he likes you, though.”
“Well, what is he waiting for, an invitation?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wish someone else was interested in me. Maybe if he knew that I wasn’t going to wait around forever he would finally do something. If Victor were here, that might change things. He’s not, though, and no one at school sees me like that.”
“I wouldn’t say no one,” Ginny murmured, thinking her friend wouldn’t hear her. Luck was against her, though, and Hermione was looking at her with renewed interest.
“Someone at school likes me?” she asked incredulously. Ginny could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks and knew she was turning three shades of red, but there was no hiding now. Hermione was the most stubborn person she had ever known, and she was going to have her answer, whether Ginny liked it or not.
“Who is it?” Hermione asked, leaning forward anxiously. Ginny cringed, but couldn’t speak.
Hermione moved over to Ginny’s bed, sitting next to her. She put her hand on Ginny’s shoulder, wanting to plead for help but unable to do so. Instead, she let her eyes do the talking, knowing her friend would see the need in them and trusting her to respond. If there was one person who was always straight and honest with her, it was Ginny Weasley.
Ginny looked into her friend’s eyes, so close to her own. Lots of people couldn’t look past Hermione’s bushy hair to see the girl under it, but Ginny did. She thought Hermione was beautiful, and her friend’s eyes had always been one of her favorite features. How could she resist the pleading there? Hermione was in pain and she had to help if she could. She gathered her courage and dove in.
“Me,” Ginny murmured, finally letting Hermione see the longing she had so carefully hidden from everyone. She could see the shock on the girl’s face and prayed that the letdown would be quick so she could move on and pick up the last shreds of her dignity.
Hermione was surprised by Ginny’s revelation, but not averse to it. She had never considered her friend in that light before, and she realized she had done the same thing to Ginny that Ron had done to her for the first few years of their relationship. How could she be so stupid?
She wondered what it would be like to kiss Ginny. She was a beautiful young girl, with a wonderful mind and a bold spirit. She had always liked her. Was she attracted to her?
She looked at Ginny with eyes newly opened and discovered that she liked what she saw. Ginny’s red hair was long and sleek, framing her face in a halo of fire. Her skin was creamy and smooth, with scattered freckles that served only to draw one’s attention to her eyes, which gleamed with intelligence and warmth. She found herself leaning in closer and was only pleasantly surprised when their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. She didn’t pull away, but let their faces remain where they were, their breaths mingling in an intimacy previously unknown to both of them.
Ginny was amazed by what was happening. Was Hermione really kissing her? Were those Hermione’s lips so smooth and warm against her own? She was in heaven. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations fill her, memorizing them. She wanted this moment to last forever.
Hermione let her own eyes drift shut, moving her lips slowly over Ginny’s. The feather-light brush of their mouths was bliss. Ever so slowly, she deepened the kiss, letting their passion build. Her tongue darted out to taste Ginny’s mouth, which granted her access immediately. Their tongues met in an intricate dance, learning each other, teasing each other. She was drunk on the honeyed nectar that was Ginny Weasley.
A knock on the door brought the moment to a crashing halt. They broke apart, both of them flushed and breathless. Ginny fought to recover her equilibrium while Hermione ran a shaky hand through her hair.
“Hermione, I know you’re in there!” Ron yelled through the door. “Come on, don’t be mad! You can play if you really want to!”
Hermione looked at Ginny, at a loss for words, and Ginny made up her mind for her. She stood up and walked to the door, throwing it open.
“She’ll be out in a minute!” she said firmly before closing the door in her brother’s face. She turned back to Hermione and took a deep, steadying breath.
“Look,” she said, careful to keep her voice down. “You don’t have to say anything, okay? We can pretend that never happened if you want. I’ll still be your friend.” She didn’t want to say the words, but Hermione needed this. She needed the freedom to make her own choice and she needed a friend she could trust.
Hermione stared at Ginny for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. She needed time to think abut what had happened. She couldn’t trust herself to say anything right now. It was far better to go play that stupid game with Ron and make up her mind later. She stood up to go and Ginny let her walk past, headed out the door to join Ron.
Ginny closed the door behind them and leaned against it, head down. What would happen between them now was up to Hermione. She had let her know what was in her heart and that was all she could do. She would have to trust Hermione with any future they were to have.
For the first time in her life, she hated her brother.
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