Chapter 1

Hands reached out, fingers clutched at soft, milky skin; eyes closed and lips united, every once in a while releasing slight, breathless gasps. Ginny ran her fingers through Hermione's soft chestnut curls, while Hermione tenderly brushed her lips against Ginny's, down her jaw, to her neck. Hermione leaned back for an instant and looking into Ginny's brown eyes, she whispered, "I love you".

Ginny woke out of bed with a start, shivering in the cold morning air, the unexpected daylight almost blinding her. God, what time is it? She thought. The Burrow was quiet, the ghoul wasn't even banging on the pipes. Merlin, this is the fifth time this week I've woken up this early, and it's always after I dream about…her.
A pointless, achingly vivid dream that wouldn't go away. Every day she'd wake up thinking about Hermione and every night she'd fall asleep thinking about Hermione for no apparent reason. I need to get this out of my system. I think I just miss talking to someone that isn't red-haired, male and smelly. Plucking a quill and a scrap of parchment from her nightstand she began to write:

Dear Hermione,
How's it been? I know I haven't messaged you in a while.
How's it like with your family, anything interesting? The Burrow is the same, though it looks like Fred and George are having a great time working on their joke shop. Bill and Fleur are engaged and living here, and Mum's not too happy about that.
Will you be staying here at the Burrows? I'm pretty sure Harry's coming soon.
Best,
Ginny

"There, that ought to do it," Ginny murmured absentmindedly. Clutching the parchment in hand, Ginny gingerly padded her way down the stairs over to her brother's room. Turning the knob, she peeked in and tiptoed to Pigwidgeon's cage. She hoped to send the letter and have Pig return before Ron awoke to avoid all the unwanted questions, but, of course, the stupid bird wouldn't cooperate with her plans. At the prospect of a mail delivery, Pigwidgeon started hooting and twittering excitedly in his cage, so, naturally, Ron woke up.

"No.. wha- I don't want to wear the dress robes…Mum-Gah!" He was clearly still half-asleep, and rambled on a bit about some vision in the night, soon to be forgotten. "Ginny, wha you doin' in 'ere?" Ron said thickly, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.
"Sorry, Ron, I need to use Pig," Ginny replied, trying to hide the parchment in her hand.
"Why?"
"I'm just sending a letter to Hermione, that's all"
"But, 'arry's supposed to write back today…"
"Oh Ron, don't be a git, just use Errol!" Ginny snapped.
"Whatever, I'm going back to sleep." And with that, Ron collapsed back on his bed, one eye still watching Ginny as she hurriedly attached the scrap to Pigwidgeon's leg and practically hurled the startled owl out the window.
What's that all about? he wondered.

Author's Notes:

I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters.

This is a gay slash story.

I usually don't write, at all (which is why my writing skills are sorely in need of repair). I'm doing some re-reading of the 6th book, so I'll end up doing a lot of editing to make it fit into the right book. I frequently develop writer's block, but if you want to hear more, REVIEW or subscribe and I'll try to be more motivated.

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This is an edited copy, my dear friend and lovable editor added in some detail and fixed a lot of my issues with the whole British slang thing.