Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it!

I should say that I may push the T rating here just a bit, it gets a little steamy!

Also, the only Harry Potter anything I own are books and movies I bought. So yeah HP isn't mine

The end of my fourth year at Hogwarts was crazy and dark and frightening. Voldemort regained his body and killed Cedric and poor Harry was there to witness it. Dumbledore announced his return at the end of term feast and the mood then and on the train home was… odd. To make things even worse, nobody seems to believe Dumeldore and Harry that he is back. The daily prophet is having a great time slandering them both. Now that it's the summer holiday things are getting crazier. Its almost Harry's birthday and I'm with the Weasley's at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix while Harry is stuck with his dreadful aunt, uncle and cousin. I have done my best to keep in touch with him and keep him in the loop. But after my first two nights at number 12 Grimmauld Place, it got difficult for me to spend as much time with Harry on my mind.

The first two nights I spent there, I lay in bed next to Ginny wanting desperately to touch her but having no idea if I should. I know she had had a crush on Harry, I even told her to relax around him and be herself, then he might take notice. That was ages ago, even before the events of last summer, so maybe it has passed. Now she is dating Michael Corner and I'm still in touch with Viktor, though he and I aren't actually dating. So I found myself thinking way too much those first two nights because even though I knew I should feel guilty, all I wanted to do was snog her. Somehow, she read my mind.

On my third night staying there I was laying next to her in bed when she spoke. "Hermione, are you awake?"

I rolled over so I was facing her. "Yeah," I said, my heart immediately jumping into my throat. "Did you want to talk?"

"Well, no not exactly," she said and though it was kind of dark, I'm pretty sure she was blushing. Then she said, "I keep thinking about last summer."

"Oh, yeah?" My voice was a squeaky whisper.

"Yeah," she said whist she reached a hand tentatively out to land on my shoulder. When I didn't pull away, she moved her hand until it gently cupped my face. She pulled me to her and our lips met. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, then became more urgent. I crashed my body against hers, as though I was trying to push through her. She kissed me like I was something good to eat and she hadn't eaten in a week. This time was much more than all that happened last year. It was as though all the desire we discovered we had for each other last summer had built up to overflowing during the school year. Our breath was frenzied and our hearts were racing. I tangled my fingers in her hair and she quietly moaned into my mouth. I felt her hand move down my body to end on my breast. My body involuntarily tensed up.

She moved her hand and pulled back a little, "What's wrong?" She asked me breathlessly, "do you want to stop?"

"No, its just, I guess you surprised me. I like it, I've just never had anyone touch me there before."

"Viktor never tried?"

"No, he was a compleat gentleman."

"Well, shall I try again, or should we stop?"

Now it was my turn to blush, "I want to try again," I said in a hushed breathy voice.

She smiled then said, "ok." She reached out tentatively and put her hand back where it had been. She caressed me until she found what she was looking for then lightly squeezed, using two fingers. My breath caught in my throat and I pulled her and her mouth back to mine.

The next few nights went pretty much like that. Not long after we went to bed, when we were satisfied that we wouldn't be disturbed we snogged and let our hands wander. It was kind of funny because I quickly realized that Ginny, however younger than me, had become the more experienced one. She tended to be the one to lead whist I would follow, I would mirror her movements with my own. I was learning pretty fast. One night in late July we were snogging as usual when Ginny's hand slipped under my shirt.

"Wait," I whispered as I placed my hand on top of hers. "I don't think I'm ready for that."

She sighed and lay back on the bed next to me. "I'm sorry Hermione, its just so easy for me to get caught up with the moment when I'm with you."

Since it seemed that we were done being physical for the time being I decided now was the time to ask a question that had been in my head for a while. "Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it the same, I mean, do you get caught up in the moment with Michael?"

She smiled at me before saying, "not in the same way. When I'm with him, it feels good but I don't care for him the way I do for you. You are my best friend Hermione so its different."

I smiled then, I couldn't help myself. "Different how?"

"Well, the obvious difference is that you are a girl, I really get lost in your softness. As far as emotional differences, well, I love you. It's not exactly a romantic love, though that is there. Like I said, you are my best friend so I guess when I became curious you were my natural choice. Of course you being beautiful helps too."

I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks, "wow, I don't know what to say."

She moved closer to me and spoke with her lips brushing mine. "Then don't say anything," she said and then we were snogging again.

Now that I knew how she felt I was no longer as nervous around her. Our nights stayed pretty much the same, though I did agree to hands under shirts, but only if bras were present. Then August second rolled around and things got crazy again. Sirius, Ron and I all received messages from Harry about a dementor attack. Everyone got involved and us kids started using extendable ears more often to spy on order meetings. We didn't get much and then Mrs. Weasley caught us. All that and the cleaning we were doing during the days caused Ginny and I to be too exhausted most nights to carry on. Then Harry showed up on the sixth and dealing with his moods became like a full time job for me. Sitting in on the order meeting and Harry's hearing added to the intense atmosphere. So besides being tired, things got too tense for a while for us to think of anything but a that was going on. Then August 31st, the day before we would go back to Hogwarts rolled around and something happened. With my letter, I found out that I made prefect along with Ron, which was kind of surprising. Ron making prefect I mean. Anyway, it was exciting and Ginny decided we should celebrate. We both packed that night so we would be ready in the morning. I was putting the last few things in my trunk when Ginny came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my middle.

"Congratulations Hermione!" She said before kissing my neck, then turning me around to face her.

"Thanks Ginny, but you already congratulated me."

"I know, but I couldn't do this then," she whispered as she pulled me into a kiss.

She backed me up to the bed then, the book I had been packing, forgotten and discarded on the floor. I sat on the bed and pushed myself back as Ginny crawled up after me. She straddled my lap and gently pushed me back on the bed. I pulled her down to me and we were snogging furiously. That night I finally gave in and our shirts came off, bras and all, we reveled in the feeling skin sliding against skin and explored each others torsos with our mouths. Soon the only sounds was that of our frantic breathing and the quiet moans we let slip past our lips.

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