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I was definitely getting over Lavender, and it was because I was too busy thinking of Ginny.

Dammit. I was never going to get her. She loved Harry. Why did I have to have this never-ending infatuation? I needed to find someone like Ginny, but there was no one like Ginny.

More than anything I needed to talk to her, to figure out what she thought about those times we used to snog. I should be able to talk to my best friend about things like this.

We entered the common room a few days later after classes. Ginny curled up in an armchair with her feet tucked under her, laying with her arms under her head on the arm of the chair. I layed on my stomach on the sofa next to her.

"So how's the break up going?" asked Ginny.

"I think I still want her in a physical way, or maybe I just want someone in a physical way… but she probably doesn't do friends-with-benefits or anything because she was very emotionally into Parvati, and she went back to Parvati," I steered the conversation toward friends-with-benefits, come on Ginny…

"Yeah," said Ginny.

This wasn't going to be easy. "What do you think about friends-with-benefits, Gin?"

"Well, I've never had one, so I can't really say, can I?"

"Yes, you have, Ginny," my voice was serious. "I need to know what it meant."

Ginny sighed. "I truly don't know, alright Hermione? I…I'm with Harry."

"But was it physical or emotional? With me," I added, clarifying.

She hesitated, "…Physical. Maybe emotional. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to give myself a chance to try it because I figured I'd be with Harry forever. Everyone thinks we will." She bit her lip adorably and her voice faltered. "I don't know if I want to be with him forever. I should—I should be able to make these choices. I mean look at you—you don't feel like you have to be with anyone. You're fine on your own, you're strong and independent."

I didn't feel that way as often as I used to.

"But I—I can't hurt Harry, not after everything he's been through." She broke down in tears. I moved over to her armchair and stroked her hair and her back.

"Ginny, if you don't love him anymore you're hurting him more by being with him. He's had incredibly difficult times, but everything's alright now. Voldemort's gone, things are peaceful for the most part, it's fine. He'll get over it. You're not being fair to him by staying if you're not happy."

That sounded like a selfish excuse for getting what I wanted, but I did want things to go well for Harry—I'd helped him probably more than anyone over the past 7 years. We weren't as close lately as we used to be, but I still cared about him.

She took my hand, looked at my face, and then, as if afraid of being too close, turned her face away to look down at her chest. Finally she said, "I just…need more time. I'm so confused, Hermione. And I'm so jealous of how you know what you want, and aren't afraid of what people think."

That should have built me up, but I hurt so much for her that it wasn't flattering.

………..

A few days later, I was sitting with Ron and Harry at breakfast when the owls came. I rarely got parcels except for the Daily Prophet, but today there was a little slip of parchment surrounded by a red ribbon.

"I want to know what it's like to be with you, completely. But I don't want to hurt you if it turns out I'm not strong enough to do it forever. Come by the Room of Requirement tonight at midnight if you want."

I looked over at Ginny, who was just sitting down next to Harry. I made eye contact with her and nodded with a smile. It was torture trying not to smile too big, not to give anything away. She looked back at me with the same expression and I felt an adrenaline rush and my chest rise with anticipation.

……….

I was in the common room pretending to read as the hour neared eleven, then eleven-thirty, then I couldn't take it anymore. I dressed myself in a lacy red bra and matching thong, then covered myself with an old school-robe. My heart would not stop pounding as I made my way to the Room of Requirement. Needless to say, I hadn't been able to think about anything else all day.

Time had been creeping along while I was waiting in the common room, but now it seemed like I was at the door all too soon. Ginny was behind that door. Shit, maybe she wasn't. Maybe I'd be let down. It was far too much to ever hope for in the first place. I tried not to get too excited. I pushed the door open.

In front of me was a room every bit as beautiful as the one Lavender had set up—but better, because the best thing in the room was a beautiful redheaded girl laying on her stomach on the bed. She was in her white button-down shirt, but I could see a bluish-green bra underneath, and tiny lacy boy-shorts of the same colour.

"Wow," I breathed. Here she was, about to (hopefully) sweetly thrill me in the way I wanted to do to her. I saw a hint of nervousness in the way she looked at me, so I asked, "You sure you want to do this?"

"Hermione I want to, I need to, I'm absolutely positive," Ginny said seriously. She stepped toward me, her lips oh so close, to close to be real, and…