A/N: The characters belong to J.K.R., of course. This is my first fic, I hope you find it cute. Please comment to let me know how I'm doing.
For months, I have known her pale, freckled skin to heat the air, mattress, and blankets around me. On mornings like this one, with the hot sun warming my apartment to an already unbearable temperature, I complain, "Gin, I can't sleep. You're too hot." I snuggle closer to her, cupping her firm ass in my hand as I spoon her. I encircle her with my left arm, letting my hand rest first on her small breast, then on her stomach, then on her hip, then at my side. This is ridiculous, honestly.
She sleeps on as I roll away from her furnace body, leaving the covers behind, forcing my sticky legs over the edge of the bed and onto the hardwood of my apartment floor.
It is the first, and maybe last cool surface I will touch today, so I enjoy it. I spread my toes, testing them and testing it. I push them hard against it, hearing the floorboard creak.
Ginny's sharp intake of breath behind me is loud. "Wha'sit?" she asks, her voice muffled by her pile of covers and the depths of her sleep.
"It's just me Gin, you're too hot, I can't sleep," I repeat to the newly awake woman. She replies with a low, content purr. The crease between her red eyebrows melts. "I bet I'm too hot. Waaaaay too hot." She taunts before turning over and entwining herself further in the blankets and self-satisfaction. The ego on that girl, I swear. I could hear that cocky smile on the edges of her voice.
I stretch my arms to the sides and make my commitment to the world of the awake by standing up. "Coffee, please?" I hear, looking back to see Ginny's small, furtive, and freckled nose poking out of the mass of blankets.
"You're going to have to do better than that," I raise my eyebrows, expectant.
She pushes the blankets off the bed, revealing a very naked Ginny Weasley. She's rolled onto her knees, clasping her hands together, adorable. "Please Hermione," she says, a dramatic pout forming on her lips, "if you could only make the coffee today, I would be ever so grateful." I ruffle her newly shorn hair. Like I said, adorable.
"What a ham," I snort, pretending to hold out, though we both know she's won. "I'm going to make myself breakfast. You can't have any, don't beg me!" I said, slowly making a show of leaving the room, hoping she'd follow me into the kitchen. I paused, stooping to pick up Ginny's button-down from the floor. I slip my body into it and feel her eyes on me. I walk through the hallway, past the washroom and into the kitchen.
Moments later, I heard her quick footsteps down the hallway. Ginny rarely walked in my apartment, she preferred to execute a strange and quiet half-run. She believes she is the epitome of stealth. I crack eggs into a bowl and begin to whisk, pausing to ask, "Do you want eggs or toast, Gin?" Her arms slowly wrap around me, she stoops to burrow her nose into my bushy brown hair. "Both please." She whispers.
I click my tongue in mock disapproval, and add cream to the eggs. "Typical Weasley answer," I exhale. She brushes her bare, pert breasts on my upper back, causing my clit to ache as she asks coyly, "Are these typical Weasley answers?"
I pour the eggs into the heated frying pan, determined not to give in to Ginny even as her long fingers are dancing around my hips. "I'll ask your mother - we're going to the Burrow for lunch, remember?"