Hello, people!
This is my very first fan fiction in a really, really long time – I put quite some work on it last week, I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it! I have to confess my slight inspiration on the fascinating character that is Olive Penderghast (Emma Stone in Easy A) so, in case someone notices similarities, they're on purpose.

But first, some warnings: this fic has a lot of cursing, some really explicit scenes (as explicit as they get, actually) and lots of lesbians! Yes, big bad scary lesbians talkin' dirty and havin' sex so, if this kind of stuff offends you, please, move you don't, well, read on and tell me what you think, I'd love to hear it, so I can make it better for you! Second warning: I trust my spellcheck, but I don't trust my knowledge of English, so don't hesitate to tell me if you find mistakes, it would be a lot of help.

Secondly, I have to say all the settings, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Luna, Harry, they all belong to J. K. Rowling, who did a brilliant job in creating such world.
I do, however, own my character (the lovely blonde you'll meet in a few paragraphs) and I certainly gave Rowling's characters a new interpretation (they as still hers, though).

Lastly, I have to thank immensely my adorable girlfriend for having an enormous amount of patience and helping me get every scene just right (i.e. just the way I wanted it to be), so she reread this chapter a thousand times and deserves a big credit for the final results (and none of the blame, if it sucks, after all, I wrote it).

Happy reading!


Chapter 1: Fire and fiery redheads

Lunchtime at the Great Hall is never that eventful. However, itʼs still precious time for students to catch up, especially with members of different houses, who wonʼt be able to join us in the common room later. Sometimes, thereʼs even some kiss-and-tell moments, which is exactly us right now: Ginny Weasley, that more-than-pretty sister of my best friend Ron, one of my closest friends and Hogwartsʼ sweetheart, is telling me and Luna all about her latest date with a random Ravenclaw boy – to be more exact, how disastrous it was. Those arenʼt news, though, Iʼm sure thatʼs the tenth or eleventh situation like this since the beginning of the school year and weʼre still in November, but Iʼm a good friend, so I never fail to play the part and laugh along.

She wraps the story up and throws her head back in laughter. Luna uses the opportunity to glance me sympathetically and I smile – I never did actually tell her about my more-than-friendly feelings for Ginny, but that's Luna for you: she communicates with her imaginary creatures and they fill her in, in everything, apparently. She flashes her dimples back and turns to catch Ginnyʼs eyes precisely when they were to fall on hers.

"Heʼs a nice guy, Scott", she says in a small, unpretentious, voice.

"Iʼm not denying that", Ginny grins, half defensively, half playfully, "I just happen to think heʼs a horrible kisser, thatʼs all", she finishes with a chuckle; oh no, another deja vu.

"And I think Iʼve heard you say that about every guy you kissed", True story, Luna.

"Come on, that's not true!" Ginny's trying to play it cool, with that grin, but I can see right through that, especially because of the light red tone that's all over her face. However, I feel bad about Luna single-handling this situation when I agree throughout with her.

"Sheʼs right, Gin, you kind of always say that. Maybe youʼre just going for the wrong type", she scowls and Iʼm getting nervous, "of guy" I add quickly, hoping to patch things up, but it backfires, she scowls further, narrows her darkened blue eyes, her heavily freckled nose wrinkling in the process and bites her lower lip – oh, Merlin, donʼt you bloody do that to me, Ginevra Weasley, Iʼm feeling all hot and bothered already.

"Really?", she spits incredulously, leaving her lips parted in a very sexy way.

I donʼt answer that, in part because I donʼt believe what I just said (at least the guy part), but mainly because Iʼm too caught up in her charms to make something up that quickly.

"Do you have a suggestion on who I should date, then? I suppose you're relying on your overwhelming experience on the subject" her bitter words bring me back to reality rather aggressively.

"Well, I'm sorry if I just wanted to see you actually liking a date for once!", ops, that went out wrong, but at least Iʼm telling the truth, which is quite rare on this particular subject with Ginny.

Suddenly, my focus is elsewhere, because I hear that distant clacking, the one I've been both anxious and scared to hear, lately. I redirect my gaze from my (hot and) heated friend to over her shoulder to find exactly what I was looking for: a blonde girl grinning mischievously at me. With the sight, scenes which have been haunting me for weeks now flood my mind: the same blonde girl kissing my neck from behind and whispering in my ear; she straddling me in a library chair, kissing me hungrily; I sitting on her lap, blouse already open and her hands roaming way up my thighs; that last oneʼs effect was particularly intense, making me shut my eyes forcefully in a desperate attempt to make it go away.

"Are you even listening?" Now I am, me and the entire, now awkwardly silent, save for gossip murmurs, Great Hall. Iʼm sure Iʼm very wide-eyed and very aware of my once forgotten argument – that is just great, a truly excellent choice of moment to space out, Hermione! Ginnyʼs redder than her hair (not a tad bit unattractive, though) and sheʼs standing right in front of me (I wonder when or how she got there), with each of her arms by my sides, effectively preventing me from running away and her face mere inches of mine. Sheʼs so absorbed in her anger that she doesnʼt notice how... sexual this situation might look like for a spectator – but then again, it might be my wishful thinking distorting it a bit (her loud breaths arenʼt helping my attempt to correct my mental picture, though).

"Yes, Iʼm listening" I manage to utter in a quiet voice. I know, I know, Gryffindors are supposed to be courageous and loyal and I guess that implies telling the truth too, but I simply canʼt, okay? I mean, sheʼd react horribly and, to be honest, who wouldnʼt when the truth sounds like ʻno, I wasn't, actually, I was looking at the blonde bombshell that just came in and having an overflow of sexual thoughts about herʼ – if she wasnʼt prejudiced to the bone, sheʼd hardly accept this, but letʼs not forget that she is, which is why weʼre having this situation right now (trust me, she'll hint it eventually). So this is like, the bad idea of the century.

"I just want you to be happy, Gin", thatʼs entirely true, except I swallowed that little ʻwith meʼ that should follow.

"Donʼt you ʻGinʼ me, Hermione Jane Granger!", she leans closer, so close she had to put her knee on the bench in order not to fall – of course, she puts it right between my thighs. Good Merlin, Iʼm going to have a heart attack.

"You know those suggestions of yours arenʼt about that", I can feel her hot breath as she speaks between her teeth. See? I told you that was the real reason.

"What are you talking about?", I frown a bit, on purpose, to make it convincing. She scoffs and eyes me dangerously, which makes me feel like a prey. The moment extends enough to make me very aware of our surroundings – the murmurs were now louder, with eventual giggles, and my mind dreaded the rumours that were to come. The situation wasnʼt very forgiving, either, when you think about it: sheʼs fighting me about a conversation when I hinted she was a lesbian; however, she is doing that almost on top of me, knee between my thighs, heavy breath on my lips and narrowed eyes deeply into mine – it would be comical, if it werenʼt with me or, at least, if I didnʼt have that enormous crush on the girl.

"Er... Ginny, I think it would be best to discuss this elsewhere", I lean backwards, proximity already making me beyond nervous – the action seems to turn the gears in her head: her blue eyes widen in shock and she pushes back so suddenly she almost falls. For a few moments, I also recognize a look of desperation, as if she was struggling not to run away, but it was quickly replaced by what I assume to be fake cover-up anger.

"That won't be necessary, Hermione", she says harshly and it breaks my heart, "We're done", and stomps out of the room proudly. I strongly hope this to be one of the redheadʼs many tantrums – Ginnyʼs knows to be fiery for no other reason: when sheʼs nervous, she says cruel words, words that could make the proudest cry, but the next day, sheʼll just apologize crying a river, saying sheʼd never meant any and that you mean the world to her – after all this time, it still works marvelously on me, and I believe it always will.

So I keep my hopes up and my eyes trail on her back, down to her skirt. I secretly wish it to shorten a tad, so I could see more of those muscular thighs – Iʼd gladly support the change if asked, though it would also result in the reduction of my own uniform. She gets out of sight and Iʼm a bit sad about the fight, but Luna snap me out of my thoughts by giggling a bit.

"Hermione, you are very discreet", I blush.

"Sheʼs not looking"

"Sheʼs the only one, though", My gaze wanders briefly through the room. Damn, sheʼs right. "But I suppose sheʼs the only one who doesnʼt know about it, either"

"About what?", she eyes my knowingly and hints a smirk, "Oh, that... I donʼt know about that, Luna, people arenʼt that interested"

"You wouldnʼt say that if you werenʼt that caught up in your argument to listen to the comments about it. I think loverʼs tiff was the nicest I heard. It isn't their fault, though, it did seem she just broke up with you", Luna grins a bit at the last part.

"Do you think she suspects?"

"I wouldnʼt worry about that, ʻMione", and she smiles adorably, "Hurry up, we have to go to class"

"You still havenʼt answered my question!"

"I think she doesnʼt want to", and she disappears into the crowd, leaving me with a flood of confusion.