She dug her fingers into Hermione's bare back, eyes upturned towards the unusually bright moon. The patted down, long strands of grass bent willingly beneath her own back, and when she opened her mouth she could practically taste the pollen from the azaleas that lay so close around them. Every touch was amplified; Ginny could feel it even as the single bead of sweat rolled lazily down between her breasts. Ginny moved her hands to pull Hermione's head in closer, digging her fingers into the soft hair that was currently caressing her freckled body. She threw her head back and Hermione began to gently kiss her neck, softly at first, and then harder. Hermione was pressing her lips roughly against Ginny's neck, sucking passionately and nipping at her skin with her teeth. Biting, actually… Ginny's breath hitched and she opened her eyes in a bit of shock as Hermione gave an unusually snapping bite at her tender neck. It was almost painful, now…Ginny began to look down and saw that there was no longer Hermione on top of her, but some sort of large, shelled creature… it was a blast-ended skrewt snapping at her neck. When this registered in her brain, she screamed and tried to kick it away; but she woke up before she could.

Ginny didn't want to love Hermione.

Hermione loved Harry, Hermione loved Harry. Ginny avoided Hermione as often as she could, but dreams were something that couldn't be avoided – unless of course you had the dreamless sleep potion, which Ginny had run out of ages ago.

She had fallen in love with Hermione almost a year ago, and had immediately suppressed her feelings when they had surfaced. It was unhealthy, to say the least, but it wasn't exactly healthy to be in love with someone who was already taken and in love, either.

The guilt she felt was apparent in her dreams; every time she dreamt about Hermione, the dream would transform into a nightmare. Things were even worse now that it was summer and Hermione was sharing a room with Ginny, but Ginny had gotten very talented at blocking Hermione out. She would go to sleep at least an hour before Hermione would, and she would get up and leave before Hermione got up to avoid having a conversation with the other girl.

Hermione had taken the logical route and attributed this aloofness to the upcoming stress about Ginny's O.W.L. results (which were due in the mail any day now), but Ginny didn't know what Hermione would think when this behavior continued when that had passed.

"Ginny?"

I must have forgotten to set the bloody alarm.

"Are you okay? You just screamed and it woke me up…"

Oh. It's still too early.

Ginny pretended to still be asleep and waited for Hermione to go back to sleep.

"Ginny?"

Go back to sleep.

There was a pause and a rustling of sheets as Hermione snuggled comfortably back into her bed. Ginny buried her face in her pillow and tried to suppress a groan at the prospect of trying to go back to sleep. It really couldn't go on like this much longer.