It was a crisp summers afternoon, the sun lay lazily overhead, bathed in an endless cloudless sky of soft blue. The wind pushed haphazardly against unmoving Oaks, and stubborn Pines. The air was thick with the heat of a summers' day and the smell of warming gravel and Marlboro cigarettes. It was the perfect afternoon in the mind of sixteen year old Ginny Weasley, who lay sprawled on her worn lawn chair, surrounded by pink flamingo's and purple baby pools filled with plotted daisies. Not much other could be suspected from the flamboyant Miss. Weasley, whose style had now been morphed into what she had read in a muggle magazine called "Out Door World". Currently no one resided in the family house except Hermione Granger, and of course Ginny herself. Ron and Harry had gone off on their new brooms, well in Ron's case, just barely but not really new broom, and Harry's fire bolt. So Ginny, tired of flipping through the same "Quidditch Flyer" magazine, grabbed one of her mother's worn green chairs to drag to the other side of the house and did the next best thing, well in her opinion any ways and that was to sit back and light one up. As she did so, her mind drifted as it tended to do when she was content, and what it drifted to was no surprise to her, for she had been thinking on it for quite some time now. She had been able to keep it quiet for this long, and she just couldn't bring herself to come out with it, Ginny Weasley, was a lesbian. How did she know? Well that was simple, her and some of her roommates at Hogwarts had snuck in a bottle of Fire Whiskey, and well one thing led to another and hey, she had really enjoyed it, go figure must have been living with all these male figures that had gotten her brain messed up. But, Ginny was content with the fact, saiting her appetite every now and again with a random girl at the Hogs Head. Then Ginny heard it, the soft footsteps, the faint crunch of dried grass, it was she, Ginny's nightmare in soft skin.
Hermione Granger walked around the corner of the house heading straight towards Ginny, clothed in jeans the weren't necessarily tight, but still, Ginny had already memorized those curves, and the soft angles of her hips. Ginny pulled her sunglasses down on her nose and acted as if she hadn't seen the girl of her dreams walking towards her. "Girl of her dreams," That was what Cho had said when Ginny had accidentally said Hermione's name in her sleep after they had fooled around for about an hour in an empty girls dorm room. All Ginny really remembered after that was Cho's hurt look in her liquid blue eyes and silent determination to prove she was the better female in her step as she walked off. That all happened last year and Cho was still trying to prove she was better then Hermione ever could be, unfortunately for Hermione, she was unaware of everything, and was slightly blind to Cho's resentful glare. After the incident with Cho, Ginny decided to keep off anyone, she didn't want to let the little Hermione incident happen again. Meanwhile, Ginny just admired Hermione from afar with large sunglasses tinted magically black, and when she was up close as she was now, tried to keep her eye's focused on her eyes...those deep brown eyes, speckled green if anyone really paid attention to detail.
Hermione stopped when she was close enough so that Ginny could feel the smooth skin of her leg against her outer thigh. "Oh, come off it now why do you insist on wearing those sunglasses every second of the day?" Hermione exclaimed propping her hands on her hips and looking down at the currently smirking Ginny. "And why do you insistently ask that question when you know I never give you an answer?" Ginny drawled the corners of her lips twirking into a grin; Hermione narrowed those brilliant orbs at Ginny and swatted the sunglasses from Ginny's face playfully, as she had done a thousand time's since Ginny had begun wearing them. "Where did the boys run off to?" She asked quizzically searching around the yard, "They went off on their new brooms, probably trying to do something dangerous while there at it." Ginny said sinking farther into her chair. "Those boys..." Hermione whispered under her breath, stealing a glance at Ginny before turning away, Ginny chuckled, and wondered if you stared hard enough at Hermione's brain while she was thinking would it be possible to see the gears working in overdrive. With that little encounter handled Ginny went back to her Cigarette trying to forget the aching feeling in her bones that told her to walk after her.
After Ginny had spent the good part of an hour arguing with herself about going in, she finally conceded with herself and made her way to her room, well, lets correct that shall we, you see Ginny had an invisible ladder leading up to her window behind her chair that she had magiced to stick to the house. Perfect for those nights that she wanted a little peace from the none stop commotion of the house. So she made her way up the ladder and swung herself over the windowsill, realizing a little to late that there was already someone lying in her bed as she fell forward and on top of the hardly clothed figure. She propped herself up on her hands to look down at the very agitated but slightly amused Hermione, who had changed into a small skirt and a tank top, Ginny's right thigh was in-between Hermione's legs, while her hands rested on either side of her head, Hermonie's leg had come up to rest againt Ginny's hip and one of her hands was curled into a fist, there bodies where mere inches apart and Ginny's heart beat had started to race, her glasses resting on the edge of her nose which exposed her wide eyed expression. Despite having already realized what had happened and who it was, neither girl did anything. Hermione's gaze traversed the lines of Ginny's jaw to rest on her lips, Ginny, still to stunned, could not do anything but watch as Hermione's hand came up to take off Ginny's glasses and push her red locks behind her ear, her hand resting there seconds more then necessary.
Ginny's arm's were begging to shake from the strain of staying so still, but she couldn't help it, the situation was to interesting to pass up. The room felt thick and heavy, and the silence felt like a noose wrapped around her chest, sucking the breath from within her. Hermione's fingertips traced a line from Ginny's shoulder down her arm before pulling away to just look up at Ginny, who was confused and horribly frustrated all at the same time. Ginny was the first to brake eye contact, and before she maneuvered herself off of Hermione took the time to take in the beautiful girl laying beneath her, from everything to the delicate lily white of her skin, to the way her hair, tamed brown curls resting around her face and displayed artfully on the pillow. Ginny knew Hermione was watching her, and could feel the smirk spread across those pale rose lips of hers. The she felt Hermione's hand on her cheek slowly pulling her head gently back to looking into those gorgeous brown eye's of hers. Ginny's head slowly tilted down as Hermione reached up, there lips where no more than an inch apart, the heat and silence unbearable, before Ginny pulled back, getting off of Hermione and making a run for the door and out of the house.
Her heart beat fast as it ever had in her chest, she could almost feel the beats hammering against her chest. She brased herself against a one of the walls outside, her mind a whirl of thoughts and feelings. Her mind was such a blur she couldn't think properly and the next moment Hermione's eye's..her touch..her everything where invading Ginny's senses. "What..what was she doing..?" Questioned Ginny, her voice shakey, her breath horse from forcing it through her lungs. She heard voices and footsteps just around the corner and she assumed it was Ron and Harry coming back from flying trip. She stepped back from the wall and felt her pocket for her sunglasses, "Crap.." They were still in her room when Hermione had taken them off. So she kept her head down and walked off in the direction of the woods, taking one last slightly aggravaited glance torwards the Barrow.
While walking to the forest she collided right into Harry, who upon realizing who it was who had crashed into him blushed madly while fixing a slow smile on his lips. "Hey Ginny..." He said lieing on his back looking up at Ginny who rubbing her head and cursing her breath all while straddling him. Ginny looked down at Harry an angry tint lacing her features, "What." She asked, her tone still taut from the minutes of tension she had shared moments ago with Hermione, then she realized the position she was in and before she could say anything Ron and his abnoxious self had to comment. "Oye Gin mind, gettin off Harry there before I have to pound him for lookin at ya that way." He said, sending a glare torwards the now smirking Harry who was enjoying the situation just a little to much. So Ginny got off Harry mummbling an apology as she trugged on torwards her destination, her mind to preoccupied to realize that she didn't have a come back to Ron's idiocy.