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Author's notes: If Rosmerta seems kinda different it's because I used the movie version instead of the book. She seemed to have more attitude in the movie and would make for a better story (and better sex ;)

Normally Ginny loved Hogsmeade trips but today she felt a twisting in her stomach that made her seriously consider turning back. She walked with Hermione, Harry and Ron just ahead of them jabbered about Quidditch. Several times Ginny slowed planning to turn around but her Gryffindor courage forced her onward.

Sensing something wasn't right Hermione whispered her concern not wanting to draw the boy's attention. "Something wrong, Gin?"

Ginny took a calming breath not looking at her.

"Ginny? You seem tense, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, great." Ginny put on the brightest smile she could manage and knew she wasn't fooling the brightest witch at Hogwarts. But Hermione seemed to understand she didn't want to talk about it and didn't pry.

That was one of the many things Ginny loved about Hermione. That and her kindness, her intelligence, the sweet smell of her hair, the list went on and on.

She was glad Hermione had dropped the crush she had had on Ron. Even if Ginny couldn't have her she didn't think she could stand it if her own brother did.

"Hey." Harry stopped, letting them catch up. "Who's up for a butterbeer?"

Ginny shivered but it had nothing to do with the newly falling snow. She knew this was coming but she'd been hoping to put it off for as long as possible. Unknowingly she stopped walking.

"How about it, Ginny? Coming?" Hermione called out to her throwing a smile her way and Ginny was unable to decline.

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Rosmerta looked out from behind the bar watching all the students filing in, laughing with each other, finding quiet corners to snog in. They all seemed so happy, so young.

She'd been feeling rather old lately. Nothing had brought it on, not really. Rosmerta was happy with her life. Things were as she liked, she was healthy and fit, single, had friends, her sex life had never had a dry spell, but something was making her feel undesirable.

It had more to do with how she viewed herself she was sure. She got plenty of offers, some flattering, others warranting the drunkards' removal. Either way she wasn't herself and she just wanted to go back to her normal bordering on cocky confidence.

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"Here, I'll go order for..." Ron began eagerly but Ginny cut him off.

"No. Let me." She scrambled up before anyone could question her.

"Here, let me help."Hermione pushed her chair back as if making to stand.

"No, no, stay there Hermione, I'll handle it." Out of the corner of her eye Ginny saw the strange looks exchanged by her friends. Her brother, obviously annoyed with her, started to sulk.

What was she doing? Ginny had no idea. No plan. It was insane. What could she possibly say to get what she wanted, what she needed?

Her heart was racing as she approached the bar. Madam Rosmerta smiled sweetly down at her. "What can I get ya?"

Ginny took a loud prepping breath. "Um... four butterbeers, please." When Rosmerta bent low to retrieve the tankards from below the counter Ginny shivered as the older woman's breasts nearly spilt from her blouse. Glancing up Rosmerta caught her looking and smiled knowingly.

She gave Ginny the butterbeers the smile never leaving her lips. Taking them Ginny paused a moment. "Uh..."

Rosmerta quirked her eyebrow waiting for something more. Ginny panicked. "Uh... thank you."

She left quickly feeling she'd blown her chance. Ever since she'd heard Rosmerta liked women she knew she wanted her to be her first. An older, skilled witch to teach her, to prepare her for others. For Hermione she hoped.

It wasn't long before they finished but it felt like an eternity to Ginny. An eternity of keeping her eyes lowered and having the paranoid feeling she was being watched.

Just before they exited Ginny got a sudden boost of annoyance with herself. She was never this afraid of boys why was she afraid of this woman?

"Look, you guys go ahead. I see someone I want to say hi to." Ginny stepped away from them and waited until they were out of sight before she approached the bar once more.

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Oh shit. She was coming back. That Weasley girl. Rosmerta shifted uncomfortable crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. Then, realizing she was giving the girl a more tempting view straightened back up just as Ginny reached her. She tried to give her a normal friendly smile, the feelings of her body fighting with the workings of her head.

Ginny remained quiet for far too long, during this time Rosmerta allowed her eyes to trail down her long red hair. It looked so soft.

"I... heard you like women." Ginny finally managed.

"I think, dear, I'm a little old for you." Rosmerta smiled apologetically, inwardly berating herself for her sudden uncharacteristic propriety.

"No."

Rosmerta looked back up at the red-haired girl. Admiring her persistence she decided to hear her out.

"I've fumbled with boys at school, I want a woman who knows what she's doing, one to teach me. Please."

The older woman watched her intently. Though she said please there was no trace of begging to be found anywhere in her voice or manner.

"Don't ya think your first should be someone special?" she asked trying to be reasonable as she felt her desire for the young girl growing.

"I don't care about my first; it's the last that matters to me. My soul mate."

Really she couldn't argue with Ginny's more romantic and far more enjoyable view of things. Truthfully she knew all along she couldn't win, Ginny Weasley really was a charming girl. But to ease her guilt she had to at least try to put up a fight.

She leaned forward on the counter her head in her hand closing her eyes as she tried to think. It seemed to her Ginny knew she was winning as she soon felt soft fingers travel lightly along her arm. They moved to brush back her hair and she shivered at the touch. It'd been so long since someone was so gentle with her.

Opening her eyes she looked into Ginny's and melted. She sighed in defeat. "Alright. Can you get out of school…?"

Ginny nodded grinning widely.

"Safely? I don't want anything to happen to ya because of me."

Ginny nodded more. "Yeah, I know lots of ways. Fred and George are my brothers you know."

Rosmerta smiled and nodded, she knew them, everyone did.

"Tonight then, 2:30. Meet me here." She looked the girl over, she seemed so young. "How old are ya anyway?"

"Fifteen." Ginny looked nervous answering. Rosmerta let out a loud breath shaking her head. "Just keep quiet. Remember you could get a detention but I could end up in Azkaban for this."