A/N - Well, here's the new update. I actually like how this one turned out. I hope you all have enjoyed the story thus far, and even though I haven't been the greatest at updating, I've really enjoyed writing it. And hey, I'm talking like it's over...It's not, no worries there! We've still got quite a few chapters to go until then!

Disclaimer - I don't own them. Or the M&Ms. Though I would like some of them...

Same Colour, Different Weasley

(Hermione POV):

Hermione wakes the next morning to an empty bed, feeling the cold space beside her and regret runs swiftly through her as she remembers the night before. She sits up, swinging her legs over the side of Ginny's bed with a painful feeling of dread, wishing now that she had talked to Ginny last night and not have to try getting through the awkwardness sure to come with breakfast that morning.

Then, panicking as she remembers her face she races to the bathroom and throws herself before the mirror. Seconds later letting out a sigh of relief, her spells had held through the night and nothing much showed of the bruises on her face. Returning to the bedroom with a heavy feeling in her chest, she goes on to make the bed neatly while pondering the night before.

When she finishes, she pulls on the bathrobe she had discarded before turning in, and walks quietly out of the bedroom towards the kitchen of Ginny's apartment where she finds the ginger witch sitting at the table with a steaming mug in her hands. "Hey..."

The Weasley looks up from her morning tea, managing a smile at the brunette before her. "Morning, Hermione. Hope you slept well..?"

Hermione crosses the small kitchen to seat herself across from her. "I did. Actually, it was," She pauses, wondering why she's about to lie. Though she really wasn't, sure she had a rough time falling asleep with all the things with Ginny on her mind, but she hasn't slept that well since before she moved in with Ron. "It was good, thanks for it."

Ginny stands abruptly, turning away and taking her tea with her. "Don't mention it," She says with a quiet sigh, setting the cup on the counter and making for the fridge.

Hermione lets out a sigh of her own, clasping her hands on the table before her, her head bent low enough to just keep her friend in her view. Hermione's mind had worked overdrive before she had finally fallen asleep the night before and she had decided not to say anything rash to Ginny until the end of the day. Her plan was to spend the day with her younger friend and see how she felt about this all at the end of the day spent together. It shouldn't have to be this hard to think, her mind whirs silently with her ongoing thoughts, Merlin it actually makes me wish I were smarter...

"Anything special you'd like for breakfast?" Ginny asks from the fridge, jerking Hermione from her thoughts.

"Not really," Hermione answers with a shrug, raising her head up to flash a half smile at her. "Just whatever you usually have, I don't want to be a bother."

"Great," Ginny turns back to Hermione with a handful of containers, dropping them on the table. "It's a Sundae."

Hermione stares up at her friend, confused, "And yesterday was Saturday.."

"No, you goof," Ginny starts taking the top off of her containers. "I'm making us ice cream sundae's."

"Ice cream? For breakfast?" Hermione asks, trying and failing to stiffle a laugh. "Please don't tell me you eat this regularly?"

"Nope." She answers, spooning chocolate into bowls she had just retrieved from the countertop. "Today's just you're lucky day."

"Oh, well lucky me." She replies, dryly.

Ginny chuckles softly. "So what'll it be? Sprinkles? Chocolate suryup? Caramel? Nuts, raisins, brownie bits..?" She asks, waving a wand over the table where all the different ingrediants appear. "Oh, and I have a king size bag of...of some type of muggle candy called M&Ms." She continues, holding up a blue bag that's very familiar to Hermione.

"Really?" Hermione asks, taking the bag from her. "Where'd you get this? I haven't had these since...Goodness, since well before my first year at Hogwart's..."

"Luna left them the last time she was here," Ginny informs her, taking the sweets back after the brunette finishes inspecting them with a smile. "She said she had a large stock of muggle sweets at home and that I should try them. I saved these for a special occasion, and actually wanted to save them for you...you know, because you're muggle born and all." She finishes quickly, her ears already burning.

A slightly awkward silence comes between them, but Hermione clears her throat hurrily and gets a reaction from Ginny that doesn't involve her ears to flame.

"Err, yeah," Ginny tries, a nervousness in her voice that wasn't there before. "So, what'll it be then?"

"Surprise me." Hermione says softly, standing to find utensils and her own cup of tea.

After they finish eating their sundae's, of which half the bag of M&M's were dropped into Hermione's bowl, Ginny piles the dishes in the sink and with a touch of her wand they set to work cleansing themselves, leaving the young women to converse and begin to plan their day together.

"Well," Ginny starts, using another flick of her wand to wipe the table clean. "I suppose we should talk about last night."

"Ginny, wait." Hermione starts, sighing loudly.

"No! It needs to be now, you can't just kiss me and decide to let it go, decide to leave me hanging without an idea of what's going on with you!"

Hermione takes a breath, hoping Ginny will agree with what she's about to say. "Ginny, I know, believe me I know. I just need a little more time to straighten out my thou-"

"You had all night last night. I didn't get more than a couple hours sleep and I know you didn't either." She cuts in, her ears already burning again in anger and frustration.

"Okay! Just give me till the end of the day, alright? Let's go out, have a day together..." She offers. "Then we'll talk about it all."

Ginny gives her a look and for a moment Hermione thinks she's going to keep arguing, but she sighs and finally relents. "Fine, but tonight. It's got to be tonight."

"Alright." Hermione replies, softly as Ginny reseats herself across from her. "Tonight. Promise."

"Right, well I'll be holding you to that." Ginny says, using the double meaning to try and get a blush from Hermione. It doesn't work.

After a moment's silence as the two witches ponder the situation, Hermione cuts through it. "So, what's the plan then?"

A/N - Hm. What is the plan, then? If anyone noticed, I got that last line from Shawn of the Dead. Favourite movie, right there. Well, besides Imagine Me and You, haha. So, just thought I'd mention that. I hope everyone liked this. It's a bit longer than the last chapter I think, I haven't checked, but I hope it is. And for the record, I'm sorry in advance if the next update is a bit overdue. I just do this as a side thing, when I'm inspired and have the time or the mood to write. We're going downhill now, though. In about two more chapters Ginny will find out about Ron for real, and then a couple more I think before his ass gets kicked.

Good weekend to everyone then, and thanks so much to all the reviewers. I seriously never imagined one of my stories to get so much attention, so thanks to everyone who reviews and have added the story to their alert list and favourites. Love you all!