I wasn't that much of a Ginny/Hermione fan this time last week, but after reading countless fics about them I'm hooked! So hooked that I just HAD to write my own fic about them! I've originally planned this to be a two-shot, but if I get enough positive feedback I might extend it :)

It's only a quick story, so it's not my best, but anyways...Enjoy! xx

The warm fire flickered away merrily in the fireplace of the Griffindor common room, sitting near it, either in chairs or on the floor, were a group of students laughing and joking with one another. A few hours previous they had all been in Hogsmeade, enjoying a little bit of freedom from the stresses of school work. Even so, none of them had bothered changing back into their robes or their pyjamas as there was something better for them to do.

One of the boys had managed to smuggle back a few bottles of butterbeer and a crate or two of firewhiskey and was planning a little gathering of sorts in the common room to share his stash. Of course Harry and Ron had heard about this, so they decided to go and, with a bit of persuading, managed to get Hermione to come too. Ginny had gone with them, saying that she was only there to make sure her brother didn't do anything too stupid.

Now that everyone, even Hermione, had ingested a large amount of firewhiskey, the game of Truth or Dare had been suggested, by now it was in full swing and it was now Ginny's turn.

She grinned "ok, I pick dare" she said, giggling a little under the influence of the firewhiskey.

"Oi! Ginny!" Seamus shouted, his speech slurring "I dare you to... " He paused, grinning "I dare you to take of that top of yours and strike a little pose for us!"

Ron's face went red, he was about to give Seamus a piece of his mind, but then Ginny stood up and did exactly as dared. She stood up, took off her top and put her hands on her hips wearing only her black bra and tight jeans.

All the boys (minus Ron) whistled at her, she rolled her eyes and turned to her friend Hermione "Typical boys, right 'Mione?"

At first Hermione didn't answer, she was too busy running her eyes up and down her friend's body in a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Hermione? Hello anyone home?"

Hermione blinked, and realized she was staring at her best friend's clothed breasts. She snapped out of the trance she was in and looked up at Ginny, a deep blush colouring her cheeks "y-yeah, typical b-boys" she managed to stutter out

The she stood up, swaying a little "It's late" she mumbled "I-I have lots of work to do tomorrow" and with that she hurried, stumbling slightly from the amount of firewhiskey in her system, up to the girl's dormitories leaving a confused Ginny standing amongst a crowd of tipsy teens with Ron frantically trying to get her to put her shirt back on, all the while shouting at any boy who looked her way.

Hermione fell onto her bed, burying her head into the pillow 'this isn't right!' she thought angrily 'she's my best friend, and on top of that, she's a girl! I shouldn't be feeling this way about her!' and yet she couldn't erase the image of the shirtless Ginny from her mind. She sighed in frustration and confusion 'what in Merlin's name is happening to me?' she thought in desperation.

This wasn't the first time Hermione had experienced an attraction to her female friend, far from that in fact; She had been having these moments on and off for the past month now, but had been able to conceal them. Just now however, she had almost let slip. Now she was worried that Ginny had seen her moment of weakness, had seen the flash of desire in her eyes...she shook her head 'no' she thought 'she couldn't possibly have seen anything' but that thought kept on bothering her until her eyes fluttered close and sleep overwhelmed her.

Next day

Hermione sat in the great hall, idly gazing at her still full plate and nursing a fairly bad hangover, thoughts of Ginny still prominent in her mind. "Dammit!" she muttered quietly to herself "why can't I stop thinking about you? "

''Mione?'

Speak of the devil

Hermione looked up to meet her friend's gaze 'H-hey Gin' she managed to say after swallowing deeply, her gaze returned to her uneaten food. Ginny sat down opposite Hermione, eyeing her in silence for a little while. Hermione's eyes flicked up and caught Ginny staring 'what?' she asked, a little too sharply. Ginny was slightly taken aback by the abruptness in her friend's tone, but continued regardless 'are you alright?' she asked.

Hermione raised an eyebrow 'of course I am, why wouldn't I be?'

Ginny sighed 'it's just that you disappeared so quickly last night, I thought there was something bothering you.'

Hermione swallowed 'not something, someONE' she thought, but instead she said 'I'd just had a little too much to drink that's all, I'm not used to drinking that much in one go and it made me feel a little unwell'

'Are you sure that's all?' Ginny asked, leaning forward across the table a little and looking at her friend with concern 'because you know you can tell me anything Hermione'
Hermione nodded 'I promise, that's all'

Ginny sighed again, obviously not convinced, but she relented and gave her friend a smile "fair enough" she said, getting up "well" she said abruptly "I've got to start making my way to potions, catch you later Hermione!" She called as she strode off. Hermione smiled a little and waved goodbye before sighing heavily and finally starting to eat.

Later that day

Ginny was in a state of confusion. Her best friend had been acting strange all day. She had been stuttering and stumbling over her sentences, and seemed to have a deep blush on her cheeks most of the time. The most annoying thing was that she had given no reason why she was behaving this way. She had been trying to hide it, but Ginny wasn't stupid, she knew when something was bothering her best friend. 'Why doesn't she just tell me? I'm her best friend; she should know to come to me if something's wrong!' She thought irritably.

'Ok, no more guessing games, I need to ask her up front, and I won't stop til I get an answer from her!' Ginny thought, nodding her head decidedly and making her way to the place she knew Hermione was most likely to be: the library.

Hermione had her nose buried in yet another book when she heard approaching footsteps. She looked up to see Ginny striding towards her; her stomach lurched as she came closer.

When she had reached her, Ginny slammed her hands on the table and looked Hermione straight in the eye "What's wrong with you?" She whispered angrily "Why can't you tell me what's wrong?" and just as Hermione was about to protest she held up a hand "no, don't you dare say that there's nothing wrong because I know there is; I'm your best friend remember?"

Hermione swallowed "G-Ginny I-I" she stuttered "Ginny, you don't understand, it's not something I want to talk about with..." She trailed off.

Ginny glared "with who, me? You don't want to talk about this problem with me? Why the hell not?" She leaned closer to Hermione, her eyes narrowing "Hermione, we're friends, and as friends we should have the confidence to tell each other anything!" She leaned even closer, causing Hermione to whimper as she felt Ginny's warm breath on her face "Just tell me Hermione!" Ginny said sharply "tell me what's bothering you please I-" but she was cut off as Hermione couldn't hold back any longer. Swiftly she closed the gap between them and pressed her soft lips against Ginny's.

A few seconds later she pulled away and to see the look on Ginny's face was one of confusion and shock. Then, before Hermione could explain herself, Ginny had bolted from the library as fast as her legs could carry her. "Ginny!" Hermione called, ignoring the piercing disapproving stare of Ms Pince "Ginny, wait! Come back!" She hurried out into the hallway, but was unable to catch sight of Ginny in the huge crowd on students making their way to their lessons.

Hermione's heart dropped, she leant against the wall and sobbed "you idiot Hermione! She cursed herself "Why the hell did you do that? Now she'll never speak to me again!" Slowly she sank down onto the cold stone floor and cried quietly "how could I be so stupid...?" She asked in despair.