Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
A/N: It started out as a 100-word drabble and before I could stop myself, it's running off on its own. Please review, as usual. I might be interested to write a sequel if I get a lot of reviews. By the way, forgive any mistakes made - I didn't run this by my beta reader.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, settling down next to Hermione.
Hermione sighed loudly as she slowly sat up to glare at Ginny. Ever since school had ended and everyone had gone home for the Christmas holiday – but of course the Weasleys and Hermione had opted to stay to keep Harry company; not that the Boy Who Refused to Go Home Especially For the Holidays would be sharp enough to catch on to the real reason, Hermione had taken up almost permanent residence on the spot in front of the fireplace, a quill in one hand, a bottle of ink to the side and a thick roll of parchment spread in front of her.
Sparing a glance to the parchment, Ginny could make out the tiny, neat script that was unmistakably Hermione's and she could not help but be impressed at the speed with which Hermione was working – nearly three-quarters of the parchment had been filled. Whatever it was she working on.
"Well?" Ginny persisted. Hermione had quickly rolled up the parchment when she saw Ginny's eyes wandering.
"It's nothing," Hermione replied grumpily, stowing away everything in her schoolbag before turning back to Ginny once more.
"Seriously, tell me," Ginny started once more, determined to mentally file that image of Hermione for future reference but now could be spent for better and more important things, "you've been working at that parchment ever since the holiday started. I'm getting tired just looking at you working!"
Hermione sighed loudly once more then training her eyes steadily on Ginny, she said in a very clear voice, "If you must know, I'm writing a lesbian smut and I just can't seem to get the sex scene right. Now, if you don't feel like helping out, please clear out and leave me alone." Hermione then began to take her things out of her bag as if assured that her answer had satisfactorily driven Ginny out of the Common Room for the time being.
She was suddenly surprised to feel warmth envelop her about the general area of her back and feather-light touches at the base of her neck. She turned sharply and almost knocked her forehead into Ginny's. "Ginny!" she yelled, quite aware that her voice sounded very high. "What are you doing?!"
"Didn't you ask for help?" Ginny replied smoothly with a grin as she pushed Hermione and her half-hearted protests onto her back.