A/N – love J.K. Rowling, love her work, wish it was mine, but it's not. I'm sorry J.K. if I've killed it for you, but I love your characters!
An Irresistible Truth
Hermione sighed. It was all too hard. She pushed and pushed, she worked so hard, yet still, she couldn't have all the answers. There are some questions that cannot just be looked up in a textbook; some solutions cannot be sought in the library.
This was a new experience, being perplexed.
Hermione had suspected for some time now that her affection for Ron had been superficial and childish, but she had no idea that the alternative would be this.
That wasn't completely true; she'd had some idea, but just could not bring herself to admit it. It was a serious thought to contemplate, and Hermione had never even considered that she would be subject to such an incomprehensible problem, and even more so that it would be Ginny that she had romantic feelings for.
Ginny was like a little sister, in some respects, but in recent times this relationship had changed. Hermione considered most of the other girls in her form to be imbecilic, irrational and immature, but held none of these opinions of Ginny. She had always been inspired by Ginny's passion and energy, but now it was different. Hermione found herself wandering into fantasies of Ginny's unrestrained passion in circumstances she had never considered before… and she liked it.
Sexual fantasies were not new to Hermione. She, just as most teenagers, would dream every now and then, but this was different. Hermione was seriously considering taking some action on these desires, because this wasn't purely sexual passion, but emotional attachment. Ginny was her best friend, but that was no longer close enough.
There had been one incident, in particular, that had triggered these feelings.
It was during the summer holidays, when Hermione and Harry had stayed at the Burrow for a few weeks. Hermione and Ginny had shared a room, and had got fed up with the boys' ridiculous antics, so had just loitered inside for hours on end. Ginny had spent the last few days playing Quidditch with her brothers, so was absolutely exhausted. She kept moaning about how sore her back and shoulders were, so Hermione offered to give her a massage. It was innocent, and completely hetero in connotation, but Hermione couldn't help admiring Ginny's slender but matured figure. She enjoyed the responses she invoked through touching her back, and smiled when she saw Ginny stifle a moan into the pillow.
Later that day, when they were sitting and talking about the usual teenage drama and rubbish, Hermione was sure that Ginny's hand was not touching hers completely accidentally. It was this slight brushing of skin that recurred over the next few weeks that made Hermione melt inside. It was so subtle that Hermione wasn't certain if she was imagining it, but she felt that there was so much sexual meaning and depth in each action that it could not be unintentional.
When they said goodbye, Hermione planning on going home for the remainder of the holidays, Ginny gave her the most incredible hug. Her hands slid low down on Hermione's back, and the hug was minutely longer, that is, long enough for Hermione and Ginny to appreciate it, but not long enough for other people to notice. And when they parted, Ginny's hands lingered on Hermione's hips, just for a moment too long for innocent friendship.
It was these few weeks spent in close proximity that first inspired Hermione's thoughts about Ginny, and since then their friendship had flourished. They told each other everything, and were rarely apart whenever they had a spare moment. Ginny had always been very much a sexual being, but Hermione was surprised to have this energy now directed at her.
So now, whenever Hermione saw Ginny, she felt herself get excited. If it was simply the sight of her red hair through a crowd, or a fleeting smile when Ginny saw her across the common room, or when Ginny snuck up behind her, placing her hands around her waist, signalling to others that she was hers. She felt her face going red, a smile play on her lips, and sometimes, when she was in the right mood, a hint of sexual arousal, requiring her to leave the room for a few minutes, so as to calm down. It got to a point where Hermione could no longer make eye contact, because every time she did, Ginny would give her that devious little smile, screaming of sexual desire, and stare her down, making Hermione blush all through her body, and look away.
A/N – so this is my first fic, I'm planning on making it a little more explicit in later chapters, because I really am in love with both these characters. What do you think? Should I continue?