Ginny Weasley sat in front of the dorm mirror, trying feebly to brush out the tangles the long day had put in her red hair. Glansing out the window she noted that the night long since had covered the grounds with its dark presence. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry lay cool and silent on the massive grounds.
"Another day…" she thought solemnly, but then kicked herself mentally, thinking about it would only make things worse.
The irony that she was thinking the words, made her smile sadly as she made her way towars the beds. Soft, warm covers greeted her, and she felt a little better as she tried to get comfortable. Try not to think about something, however, and thoughts will allways have their way with you eventually. Thoughts of brown hair and a scent of old books came easier than ever before. Realizing that it was impossible to stop, Ginny gave up and let her mind wander.
It had all started out so slow, only a subtle whisper at the thought of spending time with her... The feeling had been easy to ignore at first. The faint tingling efter a lingering touch. Warm smiles given after long nights of talking, about everything between heaven and earth. Behind the rather bookish exterior she hid such increadible dreams and thoughts. She was the brightest witch of the century. She was Ginnys friend, Hermione Granger.
What would Hermione say if she knew the nature of the thoughts that was running though Ginnys head late at night.
"She would hate me…" Ginny wispered to herself as she felt the tears begin to fall.
Hugging a pillow she whispered deasperatly to the night around her "More than ever I need your advice, but this you can never know about…"
It had been two months since the dream that made Ginny realize that her feelings for Hermione Granger went a lot deeper that just friendship.
She had gone to bed just like any other day, feeling happy about helping hermione with a perticularly difficult problem in transfiguration. But within the comfort of sleep, the depths of her dreaming mind turned innucent questions in to innuendon. Hugs in to salacious touching, exploring and kissing. And before long the images of lean female bodies writhing together in extasy played out in her dreaming mind. The overwelming shame she felt efter waking up with damp nightclothes had kept the dreams at bay for a while, but the floodgates had been opened and could never be fully closed again.
Not wanting to think about the dreams again, Ginny thought of Hermione. Mixed emotions of shame and happiness battled furiously inside her as she let her mind wander. Obove all, ginny loved the mind of the older witch. She was clever in a way that went above and beond books and spells, she could see people for what they were. And she wanted to help out all people in need. Ginny had always admired these things in Hermione, but lately the brownhaired witch had begun to change her apperance, towards something more... outgoing. Ginny herself had been using makeup for years now and was no stranger to it's effects on a persons looks, but seing it on her bookish friend was something she was totally not prepared for. She had also just recently begun to do something about her hair, and the newly adapted style made Ginnys desires for Hermione go in to overdrive. Everytime they spent time together it became harder and harder to tame the raging desires inside her that wanted nothing but to ravage her gorgeous friend.
"Damn it, why… ?" Ginny sighed as she stared upwards blankly with tears slowly drying on her cheeks and pillowcase.
Their friendship was still new, but trying to hide her burning desires was turning out to be incresingly difficult. Every smile, every touch she recived from Hermione made her want to cry out in cheer joy. And even though the struggles her friend unknowingly put her through was turning into dayly torture, Ginny never wanted to leave Hermiones side. They would still spend their days togeather, smiling and working on schoolthings until the commonroom was empty and they both had to go to bed. Ginny had even cut down on quidditch practise, which worried both Hermione and the griffindor team captain. But it was not like she needed more practise anyway, and if anything her grades were improving with all the time she spent with Hermione.
But Ginny didn't really care about grades or quidditch. As long as Hermione would spend time with her she felt she had to make the most of it. One day she would slip up, her hidden feelings would be out, and it would all be over...
After thinking about her problems until well after midnight, Ginny finally fell asleep.
What she didn't know however, was that someone was spending her night, thinking about Ginny in return.
Hermione Granger, prefect and A-student. Always obeying the rules and never doing anything out of the ordinary, except having the best results on all the tests and being the teachers' favorite.
"Well, Most of the teachers" she thought bitterly.
For her to be Professor Snipes favorite she would have to kill both Harry, and herself, first... No, the teachers were never a problem. In fact, school had never been anything but fun for her. Learning came easy when you paid attention and was just a bit curious about things. School however, had taken an intresting turn this year... and it all came down to a certain redhead.
Ginny wesley had cought Hermiones attention in a way that was confusing Hermione. They had become good friends over the corse of the year and it had presented a new situation that Hermione felt she was not equiped to handle.
She sat at her desk in the prefekt room she had at her own disposal, and completely failed to fokus on her copy of hogwarts, A history. Thinking about her redheaded friend had become second nature at this point, but the young Wesley was a riddle that no books presented an abvious answer to. Their budding friendship was something that Hermione had come to treasure greatly, but there was something about it that felt very different from her realtionship with the boys in the golden trio.
Hermione was not used to not understanding, and she regretted her inability to get really close to other people. Being factual and focusing her life on higher learning had left her somewhat lacking in social skills and now that came back to bite her. She knew she wanted Ginny to see her from her best side, and Hermione always felt delighted when she was around. Which was turning out to be more and more often as of late.
For reasons she had yet to fully identify and comprehend, she suddenly felt compelled to make an effort with her apperance. Something hermione had, up to this point, considered a vain waste of time. Hermione had a sneaking supision that her redheaded friend had something to do with this, but had yet to understand why. The idea of makeup however, came from watching Ginny.
She remembered sitting in the commonroom laughing at something silly Ginny had reanacted that the twins had done back at the burrow. And as they both calmed down, all smiles, they had settled in to a moment of content silence. Hermione remembered feeling a genuine happieness spreading in her body as she observed her new friend. She remembered thinking about how pretty Ginny looked for her and that she would like to be pretty in return. In retrospect it was a strange thing to think about a friend but the thought had stuck in her head, and what harm could it do anyway, right?
It turned turned out to be a bit more difficult than she had originally thought. She made the mistake of accidentally picturing ginny in her mind the first time she tried the new spell, and ended up having spend the entire evening at the medical wing answering questions about why her hair had suddenly turned red...
The memory made Hermione smile.
Ginny had acted a bit strange the first day she came down with makeup on. But then again so had the rest of the school...
People she had never exchanged two words with now suddenly wanted to talk to her. The whole thing was rather annoying but Ginny said she had looked nice with the changes so it had all felt worth the extra hassle.
Looking up from the book she didn't read, she turned her head towards the other side of the room.
"Accio Book bag" she whispered.
The book bag floated across the floor from where she had left it as she entered the room earlier. She opened it and took out a photo from earlier that year. The sun shone bright from above and in the center stood two girls with their arms around each other smiling up at her with the ocean behind them.
Hermione smiled again.
It had been a lovely summer. The day the picture was taken, Ginny had been wearing a bright summer dress and a straw-hat. At the time she had not thought much about it. But the memory of Ginny standing with the sun behind her, making the rays of light flow though the thin dress and contrasting the outline of her body, suddenly sent shivers down Hermiones spine.
She was not sure were the feeling came from but she suddenly felt the need to be close to Ginny, and the intensity of it frightened her. She had never felt this kind of feeling before in her life.
After a moments hesiation she decided to go check on her friend in the sleeping quarters.
Things were about to change.