Hey all, this is my first HP fic so I hope you like it.

However you feel about it, please let me know! Reviews are very much appreciated and that includes praise as well as constructive criticism.

Also, I did my best to stick to what happens around the time that my story takes place but I may have overlooked some stuff s be warned.

Well here goes!

We were kind of thrown together, being the only girls around. I never thought we would be anything more than casual friends, her brother being one of my best friends and all.

At first when I started spending a good portion of my summers with the Weasley's I mostly read to myself or hung around with Ron and Harry. But it didn't take long for Ginny and I to start talking more, sharing a room will do that. One day during the summer before my fourth year we were in her room while the boys were all out playing quidditch. I know she didn't really want to be inside with me considering all the excitement over the World cup final we were going to the next day. I was grateful for the company though, I really didn't want to watch them playing. So here we were in her room practicing flashy charms. I love staying at the burrow because I can use magic without being detected. Of course I liked hanging out with Ron and Harry, the magic using just made it extra enjoyable. I was sitting on her bed, making a book of hers spin around the room when she surprised me with a question.

"Have you ever snogged?"

"Wh-what?" I asked back, totally shocked.

"Have you ever snogged anyone?"

"I swallowed, "No, I'm only fourteen Ginny you know that. Why do you ask?"

She was leaning against the wall across from me. She pushed herself forward and came to sit right next to me. "I want to know what its like."

"Sorry, Ginny I can't tell you, I don't know."

She looks down at her hands in her lap, and mumbles "youcouldshowme."

"What?"

She was wringing her hands together and staring at them contentedly. Finally she looked up at me. "You could show me," She said.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I just sat there gaping at her for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"I mean we could…" she smiled, then leaned in toward me and we were snogging, the book dropped. It was a sweet tentative kiss. A peck then the slight opening of our mouths at first until I felt her tongue brush against my lips. I didn't know what to do at first, then I opened my mouth and let her tongue in, meeting it with mine. It was… nice. Really nice. When it was over she dashed out of the room and I was left thoroughly confused.

We didn't speak of it the rest of the day. After she left the boys kept me pretty busy the rest of the day and I couldn't figure out if my lack of seeing Ginny was because she was avoiding me, or not. That night She went to bed early and I stayed up for a while talking with Harry and Ron. When I finally went to bed, she appeared to be asleep. I crawled in bed next to her and attempted to fall asleep. I just couldn't relax with all my thoughts and her body next to mine.

"Ginny? Are you sleeping?" I felt her body go tense and knew she was faking.. "I can tell your awake, just talk to me please." When she didn't answer I tried just speaking my mind. "Earlier, when you kissed me… well I… I uh… I liked it. It surprised me, but its true." I held my breath, waiting for an answer.

She turned her body so she was facing me. "Really?"

"Well, yeah," I admitted and I could feel the blush spreading across my face.

Ginny smiled at me. "Enough to do it again? Because I can't stop thinking about doing just that," she said, a smile on her face Then I kissed her.

The next day was so exciting that I didn't have any time to think about what was happening between Ginny and I. We traveled to the Quiddich Word Cup final by port key, then I couldn't help but be swept up in all the excitement of the crowd. Also, the game was quite fun to watch. Even running into Draco and his father couldn't ruin it. Later back in our tent I decided that Ginny and I should talk about what was happening.

"Ginny, I think we should talk."

"Ok, about what?"

"Well, the kissing. What does it mean?"

"It means, Hermione" she said as she walked toward me to end in front of me, "that I like snogging you and I'm pretty sure you like snogging me." And then her lips were on mine and I forgot all about my confusion at least until she pulled away.

"I do, but what does it mean? I don't think I'm a lesbian, I've never been attracted to any other girl. In fact I didn't even know I was attracted to you until yesterday."

"Hermione, you think too much. Why do we have to have some answer or meaning behind it? I like you, you like me, we're friends. So what if we enjoy snogging from time to time?"

"I don't really see your logic there."

"I just feel like, if we enjoy this then why worry about it?"

"Ok, but what about our friends and family."

"What about them?"

I sighed. "Should we tell them or…"

"I think we should just keep it to ourselves. At least now, we can always talk about it more later if we need too."

"Oh alright, I guess that makes sense. So it's a secret?"

"Yeah, a delicious secret," she said as she leaned in to kiss me again. We were so lost in each other that we didn't even notice when the sounds of celebration outside turned into sounds of shock and fear. That is until we heard Mr. Weasley's panicked voice outside our tent.

"Ginny, Hermione! Girls come quick!"

There were death eaters parading through the grounds suspending muggles in humiliating poses. Then things got crazier when the dark mark showed up in the sky. Those events ended up overshadowing Ginny and my activities.

When we went back to school things steadily got stranger and full, Harry ending up competing for the Tri-wizard cup. Viktor Krum, showing interest in me and Ron continuing to be dim witted when it comes to me and girls in general. And on top of all that of schoolwork. But even with all that going on, I still found plenty of time to think of Ginny and feel a little guilty because I often thought of Viktor as well. I often found myself wondering if it would ever happen again and did I want it to? Judging by the countless dreams I had throughout the year of her lips against mine, I would say the answer is yes.