Warning: This is femslash/yuri. I accept all concrit, but flames can and will be used to heat my tea. It's getting cold.
I Write Sins Not Tradgedies
"They're looking for us again you know," I mumbled in-between our fiery, short kisses.
"So?" She managed, biting my lip in an almost-effective attempt at distraction.
"Don't you think we should stop and straighten ourselves up?" I asked, finally forcing myself to step away from her.
Hermoine stared at me for a moment, then forcefully pulled me into her lap, "No way."
"What happened to cold, rational Hermoine?" I demanded, nipping at her nose playfully.
"I think she's on the floor with my robes," She grinned devilishly, and I turned my head, pretending to scan the floor for her alter-ego.
"But don't go looking for her," Hermoine said hastily, pulling my head down for a long, searing kiss. I moaned into her mouth and wrapped my arms around her neck, straddling her hips lustfully.
We were in what was an abandoned Charms classroom, I assumed by the permentently charmed feathers flying about, both of our school robes lying abandoned on the dusty, magic-speckled tile. There would have been a few more articles of clothing joining them, if I hadn't been so sure that Harry and Ron were trying to find us with the Marauder's Map.
Just when Hermoine's teasing hand in my shirt was making me start to doubt their pursuit, the hinges of the door squealed indignantly.
The kiss abruptly broke, and I whipped my head around to see Harry and Ron standing at the door, openmouthed and staring.
There was a moment of disbelieving, pregnant silence before Ron mumbled, "Ginny, what in the bloody hell..."
Hermoine giggled nervously as Harry turned an ever-intensifying shade of pink. He started trying to stammer out a sentence, and I suddenly realized how funny the whole situation was.
Bloke #1 and Bloke #2 search for their girls, only to find Bloke #1's girl kissing Bloke #2's girl. And not only kissing, but snogging, as I watched Harry's eye trace the outline of Hermoine's hand under my shirt.
Harry's stammering and Ron's pathetic, desperate pleading were making Hermoine blush, and the whole thing threatened to turn into a big, tragic "affair" if something wasn't done.
Just as Harry looked close to completing a sentence, I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?"
I smiled sweetly, grabbed my wand out of my bra, and with a flick of my hand closed the door, spelling it shut expertly.
When I looked back at Hermoine, she was smiling, and I kissed her triumphantly.
"You know, it's much better to face these kind of things," She said, turning momentarily serious.
"Says the voice of rationality," I teased, and leaned into her, our lips meeting without another thought for the boys.
Somewhere between Harry banging furiously on the door, and Ron begging us to open it, my shirt came off, and I smiled in anticipation.
Time to shed some more alter-egoes.