DISCLAIMER: Think really hard. Why is it even necessary? You are reading this piece from a fan fiction site, hence, the characters and such things are not mine and are © JK Rowling. She's the real genius and has credit for my inspiration and probably most other Harry Potter authors on here. I only give myself credit for the order the words are in, and the plot they form. Think before you act. I will NOT state this again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The romance in this story includes gay, lesbian, and straight. Don't like it, don't read it. Simple. This has NOTHING to do with HBP, and was written way before I even read it when it was released. I liked the way this came out so much, I decided that this has almost nothing to do with the books' ongoing plot and is only in my imagination. A different direction of Harry's Wizarding World. Enjoy.
In the quiet of the library, nothing could be heard but the scratching of quills on parchment. Since Hermione Granger had already finished all of her homework for the rest of the week and some days after, she just sat silently reading the updated version of Hogwarts: A History (amusing herself as she read about six previous years of Harry Potter's escapades).
Slowly, Hermione lifted her eyes off the current page and gazed opposite her at the beautiful redhead deep in thought. She smiled as Ginny Weasley absent-mindedly tickled her cheek with the tip of her quill.
Harry and Ron were in the Gryffindor common room with the other boys, as the two girls studied in the library. Hermione didn't mind at all. For a while now, Hermione and Ginny had enjoyed each other's company and became closer friends. The more Hermione and Ginny bonded, the more her feelings for Ginny grew. Hermione knew she had liked Ron, but realized she liked Ginny a lot more.
Hermione smiled. "Ready to go back to the tower, Ginny?"
"God, yes." Ginny sighed as she dropped her quill and homework into her bag.
As they left the library, Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's and leaned her head on her shoulder. "Thank you for helping me with Snape's essay, Hermione."
"Anytime, Ginny," she replied, giving Ginny a small hug.
When they reached the Gryffindor Tower, and climbed up the girls' staircase, Ginny released her grip and yawned slightly. "Good night, Hermione."
"Hermione smiled slowly. "Night, Gin," and entered her private Head Girl dormitory.
As Hermione shut the door behind her, she closed her eyes and smelled Ginny's vanilla fragrance still lingering. She sighed and opened her eyes and placed her book bag by her bed. She shrugged off her cloak and laid it on her bed and sat down. She flipped off her shoes, rolled off her socks, undid her tie, and pulled her vest over her head. She stood up, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall to the floor, and walked over to her full-length mirror.
She stared at her reflection and slowly removed her brassier. She ran a finger over her chest and continued down to her navel, studying her body. She was satisfied; she had full, ripe breasts and though her stomach was not flat, it wasn't chubby either. She twirled some of her curls round her finger and noticed it wasn't even as bushy as it used to be. Hermione Granger had grown out of the bushy-haired bookworm, to a wavy-haired seventeen year-old with womanly curves, who loved books just as much.
Hermione sighed, slid out of her skirt and went to her wardrobe. She took out her nightgown, pulled it over her head and slipped into her bedcovers, dreams full of a certain beautiful redhead.
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Early the next morning, Hermione stared at the overcast gray sky out of her window. She loved the rain, so she smiled when she smelled the storm that was soon to come.
Later that evening, as Ginny and Hermione were in the library after dinner, the soft pitter-patter of the rain could be heard tapping on the windows. At this, Ginny raised her head to the window, and grinned. "I'm tired of studying, 'Mione. Let's go out in the rain."
Hermione smiled at the use of the nickname and laughed a bit at the whine in her voice. "I don't know, Ginny. I really should get this stuff done…"
"Please?" Ginny pleaded.
Hermione gave in to her glittering hazel eyes. "…alright."
Ginny jumped up, seized Hermione's hand and quickly led her out of the library, leaving their books and supplies behind.
When they finally reached the steps outside, Ginny turned her head to Hermione, grinned, and ran out in the heavy falling ran towards the lake. Hermione hesitated, then ran after her. Ginny stopped at the edge of the lake, and moment later, Hermione reached her.
"Look at that," Ginny said, drenched. "Isn't it beautiful how the rain lands on the surface of the lake?"
Hermione looked at the lake and saw how each rain drop caused a ripple. "The slight disturbance the drops make when they touch the water -the ripple- makes a pretty pattern." she said, softly.
Ginny smiled. "Exactly." She then closed her eyes, spun around in circles, and started to dance. She opened her eyes, posed one arm arched over her head and the other out in front of her. "Dance with me," she requested.
Hermione smiled, took Ginny's hand, and twirled her around. Ginny giggled, spun out, looked into Hermione's eyes and spun back into her embrace.
Hermione continued to hold her around her stomach and Ginny relaxed as she leaned back in Hermione's arms. At first, Hermione froze, then she slowly closed her eyes and smelled Ginny's sweet vanilla.
After a few moments, Hermione released Ginny and turned her around to face her. "Ready to go back to the castle?"
Ginny smiled and nodded. She held Hermione's hand and they walked back up to the castle in the pouring rain.
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When they reached the top of the girls' staircase, Ginny paused passing her dormitory. "Um… may I stay in your room tonight?"
Hermione looked at Ginny standing in her soaking wet clothes, then stared at her own. "Uh, sure." She opened the door and let Ginny into the room.
"Why don't you take a hot shower before you catch a cold." Hermione offered.
Ginny smiled again. "Thank you," and went into the private bathroom.
Hermione tried to calm herself down and busied herself getting night gowns out for herself and her guest.
After Ginny finished, she walked out with a towel around her. "Your turn."
Hermione nodded and walked over to the bathroom, accidentally brushing up against Ginny as she walked past. "Sorry," she blushed.
Once she started the shower, she turned the temperature cold and got in shuddering. Just being with Ginny all alone in her room made her blood heat, and that slight contact boiled her over.
Breathing slowly, Hermione came out of the bathroom clutching her towel tightly around her and grabbed her night-y, quickly changing. When she walked further into her bedroom, she saw Ginny sitting on her bed brushing her beautiful, long, red hair. Hermione smiled slightly and sat down at the end of her four poster bed. She looked down at her hands, trying desperately to keep her eyes off Ginny's perfect breasts protruding through the thin material of her nightgown.
The rain continued coming down in thick sheets, and Ginny stopped brushing her hair, trying to look into Hermione's cinnamon eyes. Feeling the gaze, Hermione slowly lifted her head and hesitantly stared into the searching hazel gems. Slowly, yet swiftly, Ginny leaned her head forward and brushed her soft lips against Hermione's.
Hermione froze and her lips tingled at the innocent kiss.
Steadily, Ginny pulled back, her eyes begging for acceptance from the big beautiful browns'.
Hermione felt tears come to her eyes and closed them as she leaned into Ginny with a passionate kiss. Sighing in relief, Ginny grabbed the back of Hermione's head and pulled her atop her as she leaned back on the bed.
They continued kissing each other hungrily, fingers in each other's hair, moaning. Hermione stopped and lost herself in the glinting hazel pools. "You're beautiful."
Ginny grinned adoringly. "You're a goddess."
Hermione blushed and kissed Ginny again, falling even more in love with her. Then realization hit her, and she hesitated less than a second. "I love you, Ginny Weasley."
Ginny's smiled widened. "I love you too, Hermione Granger."
Ginny gave her another kiss and turned so that she was facing the wall. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny's midriff and pulled her closer. Holding her tight, vanilla filled Hermione's nose and she sighed happily, falling asleep with her love.
A/N: What do you think of it? Is it good as a one-shot with no real 'action' yet, or should I continue the story? I had planned to continue this story as soon as I wrote it, and it's formed in my mind, but not on paper/computer. I would love reviews. I probably will continue it even if it's ignored, I like the idea so much. Ah well.. TA!