A/N: I'm so sorry. I was hoping to get a chapter up before Christmas, but I've been dealing with a lot of family drama. So I apologize for the lateness.


Hermione murmured something as the body pressed against her shifted. She pulled the person closer, not wanting to lose the warmth. She was too comfortable and the other person was moving around to much for her liking. She wanted to tell them to stop moving - wait. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at the person nestled against her. She brushed the soft blonde hair back from Quinn's face and sighed. How on earth had she ended up cuddling with Quinn?

Hermione realized that they must have fallen asleep last night when they were talking. Of course, she had obviously fallen asleep because the last thing she remembered was talking about whether or not Quinn would date this year.

She didn't want to wake the sleeping girl, who was actually snoring a little. Hermione grinned, trying to keep herself from giggling. It was actually kind of cute. She closed her eyes. Yeah, she had it bad for Quinn Fabray. And here was Quinn, all snuggled up to her. She decided that she wasn't going to move. She'd just lay here and enjoy it for as long as she could. Should she pretend she's asleep when Quinn wakes up? She looked back down at Quinn to find Quinn's green eyes looking back at her. Too late.

"Hey." Hermione said quietly. Hey? Seriously?

"Hi." Quinn answered, pulling back away from Hermione. Not that she didn't want to be there, but she was kind of embarrassed. She had forgotten about her habit of cuddling when she was sleeping. Great time to forget.

"Sleep well?" Hermione asked.

"Mhm. Sorry about... that." Quinn said, referring to the fact that she had cuddled up to Hermione. Hermione just shrugged and sat up. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing well that it was such a tangled mess right now.

There was a knock on Hermione's door, followed by, "Girls? Breakfast is ready."

Hermione got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. Too late to care about her appearance now. Quinn had already seen her like this. She ran her brush through her hair and looked over at Quinn, who was still sitting on the bed looking rather uncertain.

"Come on. Let's eat." Quinn nodded and followed Hermione out of the room.

Breakfast was rather awkward as Hermione and Quinn tried to avoid looking at each other. Hermione's mother kept going on about how nice it was that Hermione was making friends at school and she was glad to finally meet one. Hermione looked over at Quinn and quickly looked away when her eyes met Quinn's. It was quite clear that friends wasn't really the right term for them. But that begged the question – if not friends, what were they?

When they finally managed to make it back upstairs, neither knew how to approach the topic. Hermione decided to go take a shower, and Quinn watched her go, not quite sure what to do with herself. It was awkward with her there and awkward with her gone. She laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She absently ran her hands over her stomach as she thought about the best way to talk to Hermione about it. But what if Hermione didn't want her? Quinn sighed and closed her eyes, raising her hands up above her head.

When Hermione came out of the bathroom, she thought maybe Quinn was asleep. But then Quinn looked up at her and no, she wasn't asleep. Just had her eyes closed. She could see some of Quinn's stomach, where her shirt had raised up, and she had to stop the thoughts that came with it. She opened her mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and closed it again. Instead, she came out with, "Bathroom's open if you want to shower."

"I don't have any clothes to change into." Quinn answered, looking back up at the ceiling.

"You could wear some of mine. I-I mean.. if you want to, that is." Hermione answered, chewing on her lip.

"If you don't mind..." Quinn said, looking up at Hermione. Hermione shook her head and gestured to her closet.

"Anything you like," Hermione told her and sat down at her desk as Quinn got up to inspect the clothes in the closet. She watched as Quinn finally decided on something – Hermione wondered if Quinn knew that was her favorite shirt – and then went into the bathroom. Hermione followed her in, showing her where everything was before heading back into her room. She looked around, wondering what she should do next. Everything she had thought about saying to Quinn when in the shower had just completely alluded her when she saw Quinn laying out on her bed like that. She sighed. Maybe if she wrote it down.

She sat down at her desk, pulling out a quill and ink. As much as she liked mechanical pencils and ballpoint pens, she really preferred her quills. They made her think of Hogwarts. They made her think of her friends. The words came easy to her as she scratched them out on the parchment. She looked over it several times, making sure everything was worded the way she wanted. When Quinn finally walked out, Hermione smiled up at her. Quinn came toward her, looking at the quill.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Oh, this?" Hermione asked, holding up the quill. She continued when Quinn nodded, "It's just a quill. For writing. I just dip it in the ink and write. See?"

"I've seen those before, I think. In movies. I've never used one before, though. Is it hard?" Quinn asked.

"No, not really. Just takes a little getting used to." Hermione explained. She looked down at the paper and then back up at Quinn. She bit her lip as she looked back and forth between the two. She wasn't sure she'd actually be able to say the words she'd written. She could just tell Quinn to read it...

"I wrote something. For you, I mean." Hermione said, holding out the paper.

"Oh, let's see it!" Quinn smiled and took the paper from Hermione. Her smile didn't hold as she read through what Hermione had written. She became focused as she worried her lip between her teeth, and Hermione decided that it was cute when Quinn did it. Quinn looked back at Hermione once she finished.

"Well?" Hermione asked, her voice shaky.

"Is this how you really feel?" Quinn asked. Hermione nodded and Quinn took a deep breath as she looked over the paper once again. She felt both giddy and nervous at the thought that Hermione Granger actually liked her. Hermione Granger liked Quinn Fabray.

"Well. Good. Because I like you, too." Quinn told her, and Hermione couldn't help the grin that broke out across her face.

"So where does this leave us, then?" Hermione asked. Quinn hummed as she went to sit on Hermione's bed. Hermione set her quill down and went to sit next to Quinn.

"We could always count last night as a first date," Quinn said, nudging Hermione's shoulder with her own.

"If that's the case, shouldn't you have kissed me at my door?" Hermione teased, nudging Quinn back. Quinn looked startled for a moment as she thought about it. Was that what Hermione had been hoping for?

"Ah, well, someone invited me in. The kiss at the door would have been a goodnight, if I had left. But I'm still here, you see." Quinn grinned.

"Hmmm. Perhaps you should go, then..." Hermione said, laughing as she looked over at Quinn. Yep. She so wanted Quinn to kiss her.

"Or.. I could just..." Quinn whispered as she leaned in close to Hermione, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips against Hermione's. Hermione's lips parted willingly beneath hers, and Quinn reached up, stroking Hermione's cheek as she kissed her. She pulled back slightly and watched Hermione's eyes flutter open as she said, "...do that."

"Can we do that again?" Hermione asked and Quinn grinned as she went in for a second kiss.