The Sweetest Kind

Summary: For years, Ginny and Hermione have been close friends, and it has contented them both. But what happens when romantic feelings suddenly overwhelm the pair? Will their love and friendship prevail, or will jealousy, deception, and bitter emotions tear them apart?

I'm bringing in an OC, but don't let that sway you.

M for some sexual content throughout, but that isn't the focus of the story by any means.

Disclaimer: -sigh- if I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't have to write fanficions, now, would I?'

A/N: This is set around Ginny's 4th year, Hermione's 5th. I try to stick as much as I can to the characters Rowling created, but just know that I may stray a bit. Anything not directly in accordance with the books is not in accordance with the books and probably done on purpose.

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And now, I present, with the greatest pleasure, "The Sweetest Kind"

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It was the thunder that woke me. Only a dull rumbling in the distance, but enough to shake me from that restless sleep. I pressed my palms against my eyelids. My hands were comfortably cool in contrast to the heat that had stolen through my entire body, despite the sheets of icy October rain echoing across the grounds outside. Another dream. For months, my sleep had been dreamless, peaceful; undisturbed by these visions that made no sense. I was suddenly unbearably uncomfortable in my four-poster with its red-and-gold hangings, which usually had a sort of calming effect on me. I stood and crossed the room to the frosty window, resting my warm forehead against the cool pane. There was still a lingering clawing at my stomach; sickening and pleasurable at once. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying hard, so hard, not to think about that person who overtook my dreams and completed my life in the same operation. That person who meant so much to me, but yet who I was so selfishly risking a relationship with.

My friend, my best friend, and here I was treating her like just some girl, just the next person to fall for. She was worth so much more.

"Hmmmm…hmhmhmm Ron…" I heard Lavender giggle in her sleep. But the dreams… they were so out of the ordinary for me. Never before had I felt so strongly about someone that I dreamed--nearly every night-- about them. The most beautiful dreams they were, too… The most gut-wrenchingly real…

"Ginny?" The voice came from the far corner of the room; it belonged to Luna Lovegood.

"Luna," I replied softly. "What are you doing awake?"

"I was just looking at the stars. I saw a Snargle-Footed Larbligger by the lake yesterday, and that's a sure sign that Venus will be purple for the next week." She peered through the frost on the window-- "Yep, it looks like it. Well, goodnight, Ginny." Luna smiled and returned to bed, her usual dreamy demeanor no different this late at night. I smiled, shaking my head and curling my knees near my chest. This is wrong, I thought. This is wrong, and I'll wake in the morning with Hermione as my best friend, as usual. Even before the thoughts entered my head, however, I knew it wasn't true. My heart constantly ached for her presence-- with her I felt…whole…more than I ever could feel with Harry. That was a lost cause, anyways. I looked out the window over the lake and saw the traces of dawn beginning to break over the jagged horizon of trees. I sighed and picked myself up to stumble back to bed. I was cold now, and drew the covers up to my chin. I thought that I'd be kept awake with longing for Hermione, but I closed my eyes and it was suddenly morning. The storm had passed and the sun shone brightly through the window. A sign? I didn't know. All I knew was that I was late for Care of Magical Creatures with the fifth years.