I know I left this story, but I have time now so...
Hermione nervously left her dorm and walked through the bustling Gryffindor common room with a curious swooping sensation manifested in her stomach. She glanced around the room, but Ginny was not there, nor were Harry or Ron. Good, she didn't need them asking questions. Especially Ron. She was sure he had feelings for her and she didn't want to hurt his feelings. No, she couldn't allow herself to be distracted. She focused on the task at hand: telling Ginny how she felt. There was no reason to be nervous she told herself, although she didn't truly believe that. All she had to do was say some simple words, and Hermione would no longer need to conceal her true feelings. What if Ginny didn't reciprocate her feelings? But what if it ruined their friendship and Ginny felt awkward to be around her?
Stop, Hermione told herself. There's no point asking all these questions. She just had to look at this logically: if she didn't tell Ginny what she felt then she would never know the answer and it could largely increase her happiness. And surely, the possible detriment it could do to their friendship was small, as they were good enough friends to get over this. Right? But doubt continued to plague her mind as she climbed through the portrait and made her way to the scheduled meeting place. And what was it she felt for Ginny? Love, yes, and lust. That much she was confident in and had known for months now. And love was something amazing and the world could do with a lot more of it and so it was no bad thing to tell someone you loved them, surely.
Excitement began to mix with the crippling nervousness she felt as she rounded the corner to their meeting place. But was she saw then killed all her hope.
There was a boy with dark, untidy hair pressed up against a girl, who leant into the wall. Michael Corner she believed he was called. But it wasn't the boy she was interested in. The girls face was hidden due to the fact that the pair were engaged in a passionate kiss, but the mane of flaming red hair that fell down around them made it clear that this was Ginny Weasley, her love. Furthermore, not only were they kissing but Michael had put his grubby, clumsy hands under her top and was squeezing Ginny's breasts. Hermione's core heated up as she heard Ginny moan at the contact and saw her athletic body and pink bra that Michael's hands revealed.
Hermione froze on the spot as he mind whirred dizzyingly. How could she have forgotten that Ginny had a boyfriend? Ginny was more interested in boys and wouldn't be interested in being with Hermione, she thought sadly. And she seemed to be enjoying her time with Michael if her moans were and indication. But Hermione felt she could give Ginny more pleasure than Michael ever could. But it wasn't fair to make Ginny make the choice between them. It was no longer the appropriate time to tell Ginny her feelings. She would just have to continue to hide her feelings some more. She'd been getting used to that anyway. Who knew if she'd ever get a chance to tell Ginny?
"Michael," Ginny giggled, pushing his hands away. "My friend will be here in a minute."
"Alright then," Michael said. "I'll see you later." Then he gave her a quick peck and left.
"Oh, Hermione. There you are," Ginny said, her face still slightly red.
Hermione felt like a rabbit caught in headlights. "Er, hi Ginny," Hermione stammered. What should she say?
"So, what was it you wanted to meet me for?" Ginny asked, leaning against the wall in a sexy manner. Merlin, why was she so tempting?
"Well, I just wanted to talk to you about how things are going between you and Michael, away from Ron and Harry?"
Ginny looked underwhelmed. "Oh, well, it's good fun. Our snogging has been getting a lot more intense recently," she giggled girlishly. "He's a great guy. Are you sure that's what you wanted to talk about because we don't usually have to meet like this to discuss these kind of things?"
Hermione gulped and hoped Ginny didn't notice. "Yeah, that's all." Then she turned and left, leaving Ginny with a confused frown on her face.
Hermione returned to her dorm, with tears threatening to burst out of her eyes, and threw herself down on to her bed. She would never get to tell Ginny how she truly felt. An image of Ginny being kissed by that boy appeared in her mind. They had been kissing so passionately. Subconsciously, Hermione's hand travelled downwards and rested at the hem of her jeans. Ginny's smooth skin appeared. Hermione snuck her hand into her own knickers, which were beginning to dampen. She imagined what Ginny's breasts must look like under that pink bra. Her hand found her clitoris and she began to rub as her breathing became more ragged. Now Hermione imagined herself kissing Ginny against that wall, her hands running over her soft body and her lips capturing hers in a heavy kiss. Harder and faster Hermione began to rub herself. Her imaginary self ripped off Ginny's bra and began to suckle at her breasts. This thought was too much for Hermione and her vagina quivered as her juices shot forth. That wasn't the first time an imaginary Ginny had brought Hermione to an orgasm. "Oh Ginny," Hermione sighed dejectedly.
"Hermione?"
Ok, I realise there is a continuation error here in that in the last chapter it said Ginny broke up with Michael but ignore this. I will change it but I haven't got that chapter anymore so it will take a bit longer.
