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characters.
Story: Short one. Takes place sometime after Book 2. Maybe Book 3.
Rating: Some kisses. Ginny/Hermione.
Feedback: Yes please!
Thanks: Minna for intro. Me into the crazy world of slash fic.
Chapter 2
1 The Morning After
For the rest of the day Ginny couldn't stop thinking about Hermione and the kiss from the night before. She hadn't seen her all day and was busting at the seams. She wasn't sure if what she felt was real or if it was just a silly crush. She then remembered the silly crush she had on Harry and just knew that it wasn't the same. For starters, she was almost positive Hermione felt the same way she did. Why else would you kiss anyone? She thought. She didn't like the looks she'd been getting from Ron. The looks in his eyes were pure evil. She could feel him tense up every time she came near him so she tried her best to ignore him. One thing she did know though, was no one could find out. She didn't know why, but she didn't want anyone to know. She finally felt at ease when lunchtime rolled around. By the time she'd reached the table Hermione, Harry, and her brothers were already there. She saw Hermione sitting across from Ron and next to Harry. As she walked down the table opposite Hermione she grinned, hoping Hermione would notice. There was no empty seat next to her but there was next to the twins. So she sat.
'Oh come on, they have to have Quidditch games this year. Last year we missed out but they can't not have them this year, right Harry?' Fred yelled across the table.
'If they cancel the games this year, I'm gonna talk to Dumbeldore, personally.' Harry answered, stuffing some chicken into his mouth.
'If Dumbeldore cancels the matches it must be for a good reason, right? He only wants to protect us.' Hermione said thoughtfully.
'You're kidding right, Herm? Don't you want Quidditch to be on this year? I'm suffering from Quidditch-withdrawal symptoms. There's no medication for it.' Harry argued.
'But-'
'No buts about it. I don't get to play Quidditch or practice on my broomstick during the holiday's coz the Dursley's won't let me. You guys can play at your own free will. The only time I get to practice is at Hogwarts. How are we going to ever going to win against Slytherin if we can't practice? I mean, that's the only time we ever really get to win against them at anything.'
'Don't forget the House Cup. We've won that every year for the past 3.' Ginny chipped in.
Hermione, Harry and Fred glanced at her not realizing she was there. Hermione smiled.
'I guess. But we still have to play Quidditch.'
'Besides, we get out of Potions class if we play Quidditch. That's always a plus.' Fred added munching on his chicken.
The continued to eat and Ginny tried to steal a few glances at Hermione. Hermione saw her and smiled back. This kept going for a while until Fred looked up. He saw Ginny glancing over and kicked her under the table.
'Ow! What the hell was that for?' she cried.
'Will you stop gawking at Harry? It's really disturbing.' He hissed.
'I'm not-'
'Just get over it. 'kay? We're trying to eat here.'
'But I'm no-'
'Ginny.' He said firmly.
'Fine. But I wasn't.' she kicked him in the shins back. He winced and rubbed it. He glared at Ginny and went back to eating. As he reached for his dink he saw her watching Harry. But he noticed it wasn't Harry she was watching. He saw Hermione look up and grin back at Ginny. He saw Hermione watch Ginny and then glanced over at him. He widened his eyes and then looked back down at his plate.
After lunch everyone headed back to the common room. They were all chatting about Quidditch as usual and Hermione was arguing with Ron and Harry about what classes they had next. She was the only one who ever really knew the timetables and they depended on her for the afternoon schedule as they all had the same classes then.
'No we've got Transfigurations after Arithmacy.'
'Isn't it Arithmacy and then Transfiguration?' said a confused Harry.
'No-' but the sentence was cut off.
'Harry looked around and couldn't find her. She'd just vanished.
'Where the hell is she? I hate it when she keeps doing that.'
'Maybe she got one of those turning-back time thingy that she got last year. Remember when she took on too many classes?'
'Maybe. But I swear she said she had a normal timetable this year.'
They're conversation drifted as they headed up to the boys dorms to get their books. Hermione looked around finding herself in the dark.
'What the fuck is going on?' she asked moving her hand around trying to find a light. Her hands touched a shoulder. She moved it up and down trying to figure out who it was. When she guessed, she smiled in the dark. 'Ginny?'
'Knew I couldn't fool you.'
'What's going on?'
'I wanted to talk to you about doing that spell. You know, with you being my anchor?'
'But why now? I'm going to be late for Transfiguration.'
She clicked on the light. 'I haven't seen you all day. I didn't know how I'd get the message to you. It was too dangerous writing a letter. Someone might find out.'
'Don't you want anyone to find out?'
'It's better this way. A secret.' She whispered. She placed a figure on Hermione's lips as if to silence her.
She walked closer up to her and she kissed her. She placed her hand around Hermione's neck so she wouldn't fall. She felt a kiss back. Hermione clicked off the light and the pair fell back onto the ground. 'Ow.' Ginny whimpered rubbing the back of her head.
'You okay?' Hermione asked reaching for her head. She touched it lightly and cupped her face in the palm of her hand. Ginny closed her eyes, breathing heavily and felt the warm hand against her face.
'I'll be fine.' She whispered opening her eyes, searching into the older girls' eyes.
'What if we get caught?' Hermione whispered.
'I never thought about that. That wasn't really on my mind at the time.' She gave a small smile and closed her eyes and kissed the palm of Hermione's hand. She moved her way from the hand up to her lips. Hermione kissed her when she reached her lips.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were racing up to Transfiguration. While they were running Peeves zoomed pass them squealing at the top of his lungs. 'Peeves! Will you please shut up?!' Ron yelled shoving his fingers in his ears. 'You're the bloody nosiest ghost I've ever met.'
'Much obliged Mr. Weasel! Me proud to be the loudest.'
'You're also the most annoying!'
'Now now! Don't take that tone with me!'
He buzzed around the pair causing them to swirl and crash into each other.
'Would ya look at that 'hey? Potter and Weasel can't even stand up! Dumb and dumber!' Malfoy saw the pair on the ground and laughed.
'Rack off Malfoy!' Ron growled back.
'Oooooh. He's pissed off! I would be too if I saw Granger and that Weasley girl race off together!'
'What are you talking about, Malfoy?' Harry asked getting up, utterly confused. He reached his hand down to help pull Ron off the floor.
'He's talking rubbish, Harry, ignore him.' He stood up.
'Oh, believe me Potter, this ain't rubbish. This is the solid stuff.'
'Are you and Hermione involved?' Harry asked Ron carefully. If they were, it would explain a LOT.
At this Malfoy howled even louder. 'That is the funniest thing I have ever heard you say, you clueless fag.'
'I'd rather be the clueless fag then be the poster-boy child for yuck.' He spat out.
Malfoy pounced on him and was about to hit him when Professor McConagall came out of the classroom, pulling Malfoy off.
'What in God's name is going on here?!'
'Nothing, Professor.' Harry managed.
'It wasn't nothing. I could hear it all from the classroom.
'Then why'd you ask?' Malfoy asked angrily.
'50 points from Slytherin for attempted violence and utter rudeness. Now get inside NOW. Quietly.' She pushed Malfoy in first and stood behind Ron and Harry watching them enter the class.
Once they got inside, they made sure they were no way near Malfoy. When McConagall called the rosters and called out for Hermione, she got no response. 'Does anyone know where Miss. Granger is?'
Malfoy raised his hand trying hard not to laugh glancing over at Ron's direction
Ron shot his hand up and yelled out 'She's gone to the infirmary. She informed us that she wasn't feeling too well so she's with Madame Pomfrey.' Completely ignoring Malfoy. This caused him to shoot his hand up higher.
'Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure to trust that Mr. Weasley's response is true so will you please put your hand down? If only you were this interested in answering a studious question, you may actually pass this class.' This caused a few of the Gryffindors to laugh, but they hushed as soon as McConagall glanced over at them. 'Now then, last week's homework……'
Story: Short one. Takes place sometime after Book 2. Maybe Book 3.
Rating: Some kisses. Ginny/Hermione.
Feedback: Yes please!
Thanks: Minna for intro. Me into the crazy world of slash fic.
Chapter 2
1 The Morning After
For the rest of the day Ginny couldn't stop thinking about Hermione and the kiss from the night before. She hadn't seen her all day and was busting at the seams. She wasn't sure if what she felt was real or if it was just a silly crush. She then remembered the silly crush she had on Harry and just knew that it wasn't the same. For starters, she was almost positive Hermione felt the same way she did. Why else would you kiss anyone? She thought. She didn't like the looks she'd been getting from Ron. The looks in his eyes were pure evil. She could feel him tense up every time she came near him so she tried her best to ignore him. One thing she did know though, was no one could find out. She didn't know why, but she didn't want anyone to know. She finally felt at ease when lunchtime rolled around. By the time she'd reached the table Hermione, Harry, and her brothers were already there. She saw Hermione sitting across from Ron and next to Harry. As she walked down the table opposite Hermione she grinned, hoping Hermione would notice. There was no empty seat next to her but there was next to the twins. So she sat.
'Oh come on, they have to have Quidditch games this year. Last year we missed out but they can't not have them this year, right Harry?' Fred yelled across the table.
'If they cancel the games this year, I'm gonna talk to Dumbeldore, personally.' Harry answered, stuffing some chicken into his mouth.
'If Dumbeldore cancels the matches it must be for a good reason, right? He only wants to protect us.' Hermione said thoughtfully.
'You're kidding right, Herm? Don't you want Quidditch to be on this year? I'm suffering from Quidditch-withdrawal symptoms. There's no medication for it.' Harry argued.
'But-'
'No buts about it. I don't get to play Quidditch or practice on my broomstick during the holiday's coz the Dursley's won't let me. You guys can play at your own free will. The only time I get to practice is at Hogwarts. How are we going to ever going to win against Slytherin if we can't practice? I mean, that's the only time we ever really get to win against them at anything.'
'Don't forget the House Cup. We've won that every year for the past 3.' Ginny chipped in.
Hermione, Harry and Fred glanced at her not realizing she was there. Hermione smiled.
'I guess. But we still have to play Quidditch.'
'Besides, we get out of Potions class if we play Quidditch. That's always a plus.' Fred added munching on his chicken.
The continued to eat and Ginny tried to steal a few glances at Hermione. Hermione saw her and smiled back. This kept going for a while until Fred looked up. He saw Ginny glancing over and kicked her under the table.
'Ow! What the hell was that for?' she cried.
'Will you stop gawking at Harry? It's really disturbing.' He hissed.
'I'm not-'
'Just get over it. 'kay? We're trying to eat here.'
'But I'm no-'
'Ginny.' He said firmly.
'Fine. But I wasn't.' she kicked him in the shins back. He winced and rubbed it. He glared at Ginny and went back to eating. As he reached for his dink he saw her watching Harry. But he noticed it wasn't Harry she was watching. He saw Hermione look up and grin back at Ginny. He saw Hermione watch Ginny and then glanced over at him. He widened his eyes and then looked back down at his plate.
After lunch everyone headed back to the common room. They were all chatting about Quidditch as usual and Hermione was arguing with Ron and Harry about what classes they had next. She was the only one who ever really knew the timetables and they depended on her for the afternoon schedule as they all had the same classes then.
'No we've got Transfigurations after Arithmacy.'
'Isn't it Arithmacy and then Transfiguration?' said a confused Harry.
'No-' but the sentence was cut off.
'Harry looked around and couldn't find her. She'd just vanished.
'Where the hell is she? I hate it when she keeps doing that.'
'Maybe she got one of those turning-back time thingy that she got last year. Remember when she took on too many classes?'
'Maybe. But I swear she said she had a normal timetable this year.'
They're conversation drifted as they headed up to the boys dorms to get their books. Hermione looked around finding herself in the dark.
'What the fuck is going on?' she asked moving her hand around trying to find a light. Her hands touched a shoulder. She moved it up and down trying to figure out who it was. When she guessed, she smiled in the dark. 'Ginny?'
'Knew I couldn't fool you.'
'What's going on?'
'I wanted to talk to you about doing that spell. You know, with you being my anchor?'
'But why now? I'm going to be late for Transfiguration.'
She clicked on the light. 'I haven't seen you all day. I didn't know how I'd get the message to you. It was too dangerous writing a letter. Someone might find out.'
'Don't you want anyone to find out?'
'It's better this way. A secret.' She whispered. She placed a figure on Hermione's lips as if to silence her.
She walked closer up to her and she kissed her. She placed her hand around Hermione's neck so she wouldn't fall. She felt a kiss back. Hermione clicked off the light and the pair fell back onto the ground. 'Ow.' Ginny whimpered rubbing the back of her head.
'You okay?' Hermione asked reaching for her head. She touched it lightly and cupped her face in the palm of her hand. Ginny closed her eyes, breathing heavily and felt the warm hand against her face.
'I'll be fine.' She whispered opening her eyes, searching into the older girls' eyes.
'What if we get caught?' Hermione whispered.
'I never thought about that. That wasn't really on my mind at the time.' She gave a small smile and closed her eyes and kissed the palm of Hermione's hand. She moved her way from the hand up to her lips. Hermione kissed her when she reached her lips.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were racing up to Transfiguration. While they were running Peeves zoomed pass them squealing at the top of his lungs. 'Peeves! Will you please shut up?!' Ron yelled shoving his fingers in his ears. 'You're the bloody nosiest ghost I've ever met.'
'Much obliged Mr. Weasel! Me proud to be the loudest.'
'You're also the most annoying!'
'Now now! Don't take that tone with me!'
He buzzed around the pair causing them to swirl and crash into each other.
'Would ya look at that 'hey? Potter and Weasel can't even stand up! Dumb and dumber!' Malfoy saw the pair on the ground and laughed.
'Rack off Malfoy!' Ron growled back.
'Oooooh. He's pissed off! I would be too if I saw Granger and that Weasley girl race off together!'
'What are you talking about, Malfoy?' Harry asked getting up, utterly confused. He reached his hand down to help pull Ron off the floor.
'He's talking rubbish, Harry, ignore him.' He stood up.
'Oh, believe me Potter, this ain't rubbish. This is the solid stuff.'
'Are you and Hermione involved?' Harry asked Ron carefully. If they were, it would explain a LOT.
At this Malfoy howled even louder. 'That is the funniest thing I have ever heard you say, you clueless fag.'
'I'd rather be the clueless fag then be the poster-boy child for yuck.' He spat out.
Malfoy pounced on him and was about to hit him when Professor McConagall came out of the classroom, pulling Malfoy off.
'What in God's name is going on here?!'
'Nothing, Professor.' Harry managed.
'It wasn't nothing. I could hear it all from the classroom.
'Then why'd you ask?' Malfoy asked angrily.
'50 points from Slytherin for attempted violence and utter rudeness. Now get inside NOW. Quietly.' She pushed Malfoy in first and stood behind Ron and Harry watching them enter the class.
Once they got inside, they made sure they were no way near Malfoy. When McConagall called the rosters and called out for Hermione, she got no response. 'Does anyone know where Miss. Granger is?'
Malfoy raised his hand trying hard not to laugh glancing over at Ron's direction
Ron shot his hand up and yelled out 'She's gone to the infirmary. She informed us that she wasn't feeling too well so she's with Madame Pomfrey.' Completely ignoring Malfoy. This caused him to shoot his hand up higher.
'Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure to trust that Mr. Weasley's response is true so will you please put your hand down? If only you were this interested in answering a studious question, you may actually pass this class.' This caused a few of the Gryffindors to laugh, but they hushed as soon as McConagall glanced over at them. 'Now then, last week's homework……'