"Love is two people, wrapped up and tangled in limbs, content to stare at each other every day for forever."
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Ginny had a weakness for untidy hair. She could spend hours running her fingers through those wild tresses.
Harry had always loved when she did that. But Ginny hadn't loved Harry…
The redhead watched as her bed partner's eyes fluttered open, a contented sigh emitting from the latter's mouth.
"Mm… Gin…"
"Morning, 'Mione," Ginny whispered, twirling a bushy brown lock around her finger.
"That feels wonderful," Hermione replied softly.
Ginny responded by sitting up in a cross-legged position, and carefully guiding Hermione's head into her lap for better access.
The pair lounged in a comfortable silence, only broken by occasional sighs
"So this is what heaven feels like," Hermione murmured. "Who needs trumpets and angels when I have you?"
"I love you, Hermione." Ginny leaned down and pressed her lips to the brunette's forehead.
"I love you too," Hermione replied with a smile quirking on her lips.
When Ginny was finished, she lay down again. Hermione immediately snuggled into the crook of her back and encircled her arms around Ginny. Their legs tangled together. The redhead giggled when she felt a nuzzling on her shoulder.
Ginny shifted onto her other side and gazed into Hermione's eyes, mere centimeters away from her own. They sparkled with a certain mischief that was not unfamiliar to Ginny.
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
Hermione leaned down and began by placing a kiss on Ginny's neck.
Ginny's eyes flickered shut and she lost herself in the feel of Hermione's soft lips on her skin. Hermione slowly trailed kisses down Ginny's body—down her neck, along her collarbone, between her breasts, across her abdomen…
Right when her lips were traveling just below the smooth skin of Ginny's belly…
"Holy cricket!" Hermione stopped what she was doing and yelped in alarm.
"What?!" Ginny squeaked.
"We have classes…I'm going to be late!!"
Ginny groaned when the brunette jumped out of bed and frantically searched the room for her clothes.
Ginny couldn't decide if her girlfriend's passion for classes was irritating or endearing.
At this point in the rapidly building up sexual desire, it was definitely the first one. It didn't help matters that Hermione was frolicking around naked.
"Come back to bed," Ginny whined.
"Sorry," Hermione apologized and adjusted her tie on her way out the door.
It closed with a resounding thud.
Ginny frowned.
Seconds later, the Head Girl was flying back in the room towards Ginny. She dropped her books and bag to the floor and flung herself, rather ungracefully, on top of the redhead.
"Forget something?" Ginny asked cheekily.
Hermione dipped down and captured the other girl's lips soundly.
"Good morning, luv," she whispered.
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