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Author: Grace
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A/N: I know this wasn't clear in the last chapter but Hermione and Ginny are not out of the closet.
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"'Mione!" giggled Ginny as she ran down the hallway, pushing through other students before jumping on her unsuspecting girlfriend's back.
Hermione glanced around the hallway quickly, "Ginny get down!" she snapped.
Ginny slid from Hermione's back, a frown etched on her face, "Calm down 'Mione, it's not like anyone cares or suspects anything."
"Then lets not give them a reason to," said Hermione without thinking.
"Geeze Hermione, I was just fooling around."
"Well stop fooling around Ginny, we're in the real world now, not in my bedroom," Hermione spat.
Hurt, Ginny glanced around then down to her old white tennis shoes as she mumbled her apologies.
"Oh God Ginny, I'm sorry it's just...with N.E.W.T.s coming up and all the pressure mum and dad are putting on me," started Hermione.
Ginny shrugged, "forget it Hermione...I...I've got to get to class," she said before turning and quickly getting lost amongst the crowd of students in the hallway.
Sighing, Hermione began to walk after her before she felt someone tugging at her arm. She turned to see none other than Harry Potter.
"C'mon Hermione, we've got to get to class or McGonagall will be furious with us," he said still tugging persistently at her robe.
"Fine," she breathed out, still trying to see Ginny's red head amongst the crowd of students.
"Now, Hermione," said Harry snapping her out of her 'must-find-Ginny' daze.
***
Hermione waited on one of the many comfortable armchairs in the Gryffindor common room. It was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning and Ginny still hadn't come in. That's when the portrait swung open and Ginny walked in. She glanced around as if to see wether or not she was alone. Not seeing anyone, she pulled off her shoes and began to tiptoe towards the staircase up to her dorm.
"Virginia Weasley stop right there," said Hermione in a stern voice.
Ginny rolled her eyes and turned to look at Hermione, "What?" she asked in a snobbish tone.
"I said I was sorry," said Hermione softly.
"Whatever would the great Hermione Granger have to be sorry about?" mocked Ginny, she really isn't going to let this one go easily thought Hermione.
"Please don't do this again Ginny," replied Hermione in a tired voice.
"I wouldn't have to do this again if you didn't blow up every time I even attempted to touch you in public!"
"Ginny, you know I would love for you to be able to hug me in public but-"
"But what? But it would be to intimate? Or am I only around to fill a space? Am I only with you because it's conveinient?" seethed Ginny, tears rimming her eyes, she was ready to explode.
Hermione visibled softened at this, she stood walking over to Ginny, "Come on now Ginn, that's not what you think is it?"
Ginny remained quiet and looked down to the ground, "Is it?" Hermione asked again, desperately
wanting her girlfriend to look at her and tell her no.
Raising a finger to her girlfriend's chin, Hermione lifted Ginny's face, "Look at me Ginny," she commanded softly.
Obeying, Ginny looked up into Hermione's eyes, "I...I'm sorry..."
"If that's how you feel don't be sorry. I'm just a bit shocked. Why didn't you tell me? Did I do something to make you feel that way?"
Ginny sighed and raised a hand to push a stray strand of hair from her face, her bright red hair was pulled up into a ponytail for the night, "I always feel so overpowered when I'm around you Hermione. I guess I was just afraid that if I told you how I felt...that it might be...true. Whenever I try to touch you you always get mad at me, even if it's just in a friendly way. And sometimes I see you talking to someone and I walk over and you immediately shut up, like I've got the plauge or something. You treat me like a child sometimes and it hurts. The only time you seem different is when we're together and nobody is around."
Ginny let this sink in before taking Hermione's face into her hands, "Look, I'm tired so I'm going to bed. Goodnight Hermione," and with that she walked off towards her room.
***
The next morning Ginny woke to see Hermione watching her from above. Ginny sat up and rubbed at her tired eyelids as she glanced around. She was in Hermione's room and the curtains were closed though it was still obvious that it was daylight. Ginny's brows knit in confusion as she looked around for a moment before looking to Hermione.
"Why am I in your room?" she asked first.
"Because I woke up early and came into your dorm, I apparated you and I up here before your room mates woke up so you could sleep in."
"What day is it?" came the next question.
"Friday."
"Wait, did you say sleep in? On a Friday? That's a school day," Ginny peered at Hermione, "who are you and what've you done with my 'Mione?"
Hermione laughed lightly and leaned back on her bed, "Hmm...Ginn we still need to talk."
"I know," said Ginny as she pushed the covers off herself and sat up, looking down at Hermione.
"Ginny I love you," said Hermione suddenly.
Ginny was a bit suprised but just smiled, "I love you too Hermione."
"You know I'm sorry, right? Ginn, I never knew you thought that. If I had, I would've at least tried to stop being so stupid."
"I know you're sorry and I would've told you, but I thought I was just being childish."
"Nothing you feel is childish. Please understand that. And that I always want to know how you feel, always," said Hermione as she looked up into Ginny's eyes.
Ginny blushed lightly, "Okay...," she said, hoping Hermione had forgotten about her coming in at one o'clock.
No such luck.
"Now about you coming in so late?" started Hermione.
"I was just out walking around," covered Ginny.
Hermione raised a brow a bit suspicious, "Walking around where?"
"Around the school," stated Ginny with a roll of her eyes before leaning down and kissing Hermione's lips softly.
Hermione kissed back for a moment before pulling a way, "Why?"
Ginny gave an exaggerated sigh, "because I didn't feel like putting up with the third degree," she said as she got off the bed.
Grabbing her wrist, Hermione pulled the younger girl back onto the bed. Ginny lay back and glanced over at Hermione. Propping herself up Hermione looked down at Ginny.
"Ginn I only ask because I care," she said as she brushed a lock of red hair away from Ginny's face.
"I know, 'Mione. By the way, that has got to be the most cliche thing I've ever heard you say," replied Ginny with a smile.
"You know you love it when I'm cliche."
"Maybe..."
"Maybe?" asked Hermione as she looked into Ginny's eyes.
"Yea, maybe," said Ginny as she looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Okay."
"Okay," said Ginny before leaning up and kissing Hermione, her arms moving around the older girls waist.
***
Laughing, Hermione picked up her fork and began to eat desert. The Great Hall was filled with smiles and the sweet aroma of chocolates, pies, and other assorted deserts. A knock resounded throughout the hall and the talking silenced as everyone's attention turned to Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood slowly and looked around the Great Hall, as though he were eyeing everyone in the room. Finally he spoke.
It was obvious he'd used the sonorus spell to magnify his voice, "Witches and wizards I have an announcement."
The students waited, some of the first years were fidgetting, earning them a few odd looks from the older students. Hermione's brow knitted in confusion. As head girl and a prefect, she expected to be notified of all announcements prior to them taking place. Ron apparently thought this was the case as well because he leaned over and asked her what was going on. She just shrugged and turned her attention back to Dumbledore.
"This Halloween we will be having a dance," Dumbledore paused as the students began cheering, he waited for them to calm down before continuing, "also we will have a dance comittee, if you would like to sign up please talk to Prof. McGonagall after desert. We will choose from the list of those of you who sign up who will be on the comittee. Thank you and please return to your deserts," finnished Dumbledore before sitting to return to his own desert.
Hermione glanced to Ginny who was grinning uncontrollably. Then she slowly surveyed the rest of the Hall to see who she thought would be signing up. Lavender Brown, Padma and Parvati Patil, Cho Chang and most likely Ginny would sign up as well. No doubt half of the first year girls would try their luck as well thought Hermione.
"Hey Hermione, what do you think about all this girly dance comittee stuff," asked Ron, snapping her out of her trance.
"Girly? Ron, just because you couldn't be on a dance comittee doesn't make it girly," said Ginny.
"I could to be on a dance comittee!" said Ron defensively.
"Umm...Ron...no," said Harry with a grin.
"Umm...Harry...yes," said Ron.
"Then prove it," challenged Ginny.
"Okay I will," said Ron standing and walking up to Prof. McGonagall.
Prof. McGonagall looked up to see Ron standing before her, "Can I help you Mr. Weasley?"
"I'd like to sign up for the dance comittee," Ron stated.
Prof. McGonagall just looked at him for a long moment before handing him a clipboard with a piece of blank white paper on it. He signed up and walked back to his seat.
Sitting down proudly he said, "there."
"Ron," said Hermione.
"Yes?"
"You are aware you just signed up for the dance comittee."
"....I did, didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Oh bugger," said Ron realizing he might actually get on the comittee.
***
Later that night, Ginny crept upstairs and into Hermione's room. The light was still on, Hermione always waited up. Smiling Ginny paused at the doorway and watched Hermione who was sitting on the bed reading some big book. After watching her for a long time Ginny finally walked over to the bed. The moment Hermione noticed her she moved the book to the side and patted the place on the bed beside her.
"Hope I'm not interupting," said Ginny as she snuggled up against her girlfriend.
"Of course not," said Hermione, sliding her arms around Ginny as she lowered the book so they could both see it.
After scanning the page Ginny glanced up to her, "arithmancy theory again? Haven't you read this book like three times this year?"
Hermione grinned, "I like it."
"I know, but isn't there another book you'd like to read?"
"Yea...but this is the most advanced one in the library about Arithmancy."
"Oh...so about the dance..."
"What about it?"
"Who're you going with?"
"I don't know, I may not go with anyone."
"Ron's going to ask you."
"How do you know?"
"Because he's my brother."
"Well so what? What if Ron asks me?"
"What're you going to say," asked Ginny softly.
"I...I don't know, OK Ginn?" said Hermione getting flustered.
"I'll understand if you say yes."
"Why would I say yes?"
"Because you need someone to go with."
At this Hermione stayed quiet for a long time, "Ginny I want to go with you, you know that right?"
"Yea I know. But we can't," said Ginny, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So then I'll go with Ron," Hermione said as she looked up into Ginny's eyes.
"And I'll just go with Neville," said Ginny knowing the Gryffindor boy had already told Ron of his plans to ask Ginny to the dance.
"Ginny promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Promise me you won't get jealous or anything."
"...I promise."
Author: Grace
Feedback: Pwease send me some at philosophy897@aol.com
A/N: I know this wasn't clear in the last chapter but Hermione and Ginny are not out of the closet.
***
"'Mione!" giggled Ginny as she ran down the hallway, pushing through other students before jumping on her unsuspecting girlfriend's back.
Hermione glanced around the hallway quickly, "Ginny get down!" she snapped.
Ginny slid from Hermione's back, a frown etched on her face, "Calm down 'Mione, it's not like anyone cares or suspects anything."
"Then lets not give them a reason to," said Hermione without thinking.
"Geeze Hermione, I was just fooling around."
"Well stop fooling around Ginny, we're in the real world now, not in my bedroom," Hermione spat.
Hurt, Ginny glanced around then down to her old white tennis shoes as she mumbled her apologies.
"Oh God Ginny, I'm sorry it's just...with N.E.W.T.s coming up and all the pressure mum and dad are putting on me," started Hermione.
Ginny shrugged, "forget it Hermione...I...I've got to get to class," she said before turning and quickly getting lost amongst the crowd of students in the hallway.
Sighing, Hermione began to walk after her before she felt someone tugging at her arm. She turned to see none other than Harry Potter.
"C'mon Hermione, we've got to get to class or McGonagall will be furious with us," he said still tugging persistently at her robe.
"Fine," she breathed out, still trying to see Ginny's red head amongst the crowd of students.
"Now, Hermione," said Harry snapping her out of her 'must-find-Ginny' daze.
***
Hermione waited on one of the many comfortable armchairs in the Gryffindor common room. It was nearly 1 o'clock in the morning and Ginny still hadn't come in. That's when the portrait swung open and Ginny walked in. She glanced around as if to see wether or not she was alone. Not seeing anyone, she pulled off her shoes and began to tiptoe towards the staircase up to her dorm.
"Virginia Weasley stop right there," said Hermione in a stern voice.
Ginny rolled her eyes and turned to look at Hermione, "What?" she asked in a snobbish tone.
"I said I was sorry," said Hermione softly.
"Whatever would the great Hermione Granger have to be sorry about?" mocked Ginny, she really isn't going to let this one go easily thought Hermione.
"Please don't do this again Ginny," replied Hermione in a tired voice.
"I wouldn't have to do this again if you didn't blow up every time I even attempted to touch you in public!"
"Ginny, you know I would love for you to be able to hug me in public but-"
"But what? But it would be to intimate? Or am I only around to fill a space? Am I only with you because it's conveinient?" seethed Ginny, tears rimming her eyes, she was ready to explode.
Hermione visibled softened at this, she stood walking over to Ginny, "Come on now Ginn, that's not what you think is it?"
Ginny remained quiet and looked down to the ground, "Is it?" Hermione asked again, desperately
wanting her girlfriend to look at her and tell her no.
Raising a finger to her girlfriend's chin, Hermione lifted Ginny's face, "Look at me Ginny," she commanded softly.
Obeying, Ginny looked up into Hermione's eyes, "I...I'm sorry..."
"If that's how you feel don't be sorry. I'm just a bit shocked. Why didn't you tell me? Did I do something to make you feel that way?"
Ginny sighed and raised a hand to push a stray strand of hair from her face, her bright red hair was pulled up into a ponytail for the night, "I always feel so overpowered when I'm around you Hermione. I guess I was just afraid that if I told you how I felt...that it might be...true. Whenever I try to touch you you always get mad at me, even if it's just in a friendly way. And sometimes I see you talking to someone and I walk over and you immediately shut up, like I've got the plauge or something. You treat me like a child sometimes and it hurts. The only time you seem different is when we're together and nobody is around."
Ginny let this sink in before taking Hermione's face into her hands, "Look, I'm tired so I'm going to bed. Goodnight Hermione," and with that she walked off towards her room.
***
The next morning Ginny woke to see Hermione watching her from above. Ginny sat up and rubbed at her tired eyelids as she glanced around. She was in Hermione's room and the curtains were closed though it was still obvious that it was daylight. Ginny's brows knit in confusion as she looked around for a moment before looking to Hermione.
"Why am I in your room?" she asked first.
"Because I woke up early and came into your dorm, I apparated you and I up here before your room mates woke up so you could sleep in."
"What day is it?" came the next question.
"Friday."
"Wait, did you say sleep in? On a Friday? That's a school day," Ginny peered at Hermione, "who are you and what've you done with my 'Mione?"
Hermione laughed lightly and leaned back on her bed, "Hmm...Ginn we still need to talk."
"I know," said Ginny as she pushed the covers off herself and sat up, looking down at Hermione.
"Ginny I love you," said Hermione suddenly.
Ginny was a bit suprised but just smiled, "I love you too Hermione."
"You know I'm sorry, right? Ginn, I never knew you thought that. If I had, I would've at least tried to stop being so stupid."
"I know you're sorry and I would've told you, but I thought I was just being childish."
"Nothing you feel is childish. Please understand that. And that I always want to know how you feel, always," said Hermione as she looked up into Ginny's eyes.
Ginny blushed lightly, "Okay...," she said, hoping Hermione had forgotten about her coming in at one o'clock.
No such luck.
"Now about you coming in so late?" started Hermione.
"I was just out walking around," covered Ginny.
Hermione raised a brow a bit suspicious, "Walking around where?"
"Around the school," stated Ginny with a roll of her eyes before leaning down and kissing Hermione's lips softly.
Hermione kissed back for a moment before pulling a way, "Why?"
Ginny gave an exaggerated sigh, "because I didn't feel like putting up with the third degree," she said as she got off the bed.
Grabbing her wrist, Hermione pulled the younger girl back onto the bed. Ginny lay back and glanced over at Hermione. Propping herself up Hermione looked down at Ginny.
"Ginn I only ask because I care," she said as she brushed a lock of red hair away from Ginny's face.
"I know, 'Mione. By the way, that has got to be the most cliche thing I've ever heard you say," replied Ginny with a smile.
"You know you love it when I'm cliche."
"Maybe..."
"Maybe?" asked Hermione as she looked into Ginny's eyes.
"Yea, maybe," said Ginny as she looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Okay."
"Okay," said Ginny before leaning up and kissing Hermione, her arms moving around the older girls waist.
***
Laughing, Hermione picked up her fork and began to eat desert. The Great Hall was filled with smiles and the sweet aroma of chocolates, pies, and other assorted deserts. A knock resounded throughout the hall and the talking silenced as everyone's attention turned to Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood slowly and looked around the Great Hall, as though he were eyeing everyone in the room. Finally he spoke.
It was obvious he'd used the sonorus spell to magnify his voice, "Witches and wizards I have an announcement."
The students waited, some of the first years were fidgetting, earning them a few odd looks from the older students. Hermione's brow knitted in confusion. As head girl and a prefect, she expected to be notified of all announcements prior to them taking place. Ron apparently thought this was the case as well because he leaned over and asked her what was going on. She just shrugged and turned her attention back to Dumbledore.
"This Halloween we will be having a dance," Dumbledore paused as the students began cheering, he waited for them to calm down before continuing, "also we will have a dance comittee, if you would like to sign up please talk to Prof. McGonagall after desert. We will choose from the list of those of you who sign up who will be on the comittee. Thank you and please return to your deserts," finnished Dumbledore before sitting to return to his own desert.
Hermione glanced to Ginny who was grinning uncontrollably. Then she slowly surveyed the rest of the Hall to see who she thought would be signing up. Lavender Brown, Padma and Parvati Patil, Cho Chang and most likely Ginny would sign up as well. No doubt half of the first year girls would try their luck as well thought Hermione.
"Hey Hermione, what do you think about all this girly dance comittee stuff," asked Ron, snapping her out of her trance.
"Girly? Ron, just because you couldn't be on a dance comittee doesn't make it girly," said Ginny.
"I could to be on a dance comittee!" said Ron defensively.
"Umm...Ron...no," said Harry with a grin.
"Umm...Harry...yes," said Ron.
"Then prove it," challenged Ginny.
"Okay I will," said Ron standing and walking up to Prof. McGonagall.
Prof. McGonagall looked up to see Ron standing before her, "Can I help you Mr. Weasley?"
"I'd like to sign up for the dance comittee," Ron stated.
Prof. McGonagall just looked at him for a long moment before handing him a clipboard with a piece of blank white paper on it. He signed up and walked back to his seat.
Sitting down proudly he said, "there."
"Ron," said Hermione.
"Yes?"
"You are aware you just signed up for the dance comittee."
"....I did, didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Oh bugger," said Ron realizing he might actually get on the comittee.
***
Later that night, Ginny crept upstairs and into Hermione's room. The light was still on, Hermione always waited up. Smiling Ginny paused at the doorway and watched Hermione who was sitting on the bed reading some big book. After watching her for a long time Ginny finally walked over to the bed. The moment Hermione noticed her she moved the book to the side and patted the place on the bed beside her.
"Hope I'm not interupting," said Ginny as she snuggled up against her girlfriend.
"Of course not," said Hermione, sliding her arms around Ginny as she lowered the book so they could both see it.
After scanning the page Ginny glanced up to her, "arithmancy theory again? Haven't you read this book like three times this year?"
Hermione grinned, "I like it."
"I know, but isn't there another book you'd like to read?"
"Yea...but this is the most advanced one in the library about Arithmancy."
"Oh...so about the dance..."
"What about it?"
"Who're you going with?"
"I don't know, I may not go with anyone."
"Ron's going to ask you."
"How do you know?"
"Because he's my brother."
"Well so what? What if Ron asks me?"
"What're you going to say," asked Ginny softly.
"I...I don't know, OK Ginn?" said Hermione getting flustered.
"I'll understand if you say yes."
"Why would I say yes?"
"Because you need someone to go with."
At this Hermione stayed quiet for a long time, "Ginny I want to go with you, you know that right?"
"Yea I know. But we can't," said Ginny, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So then I'll go with Ron," Hermione said as she looked up into Ginny's eyes.
"And I'll just go with Neville," said Ginny knowing the Gryffindor boy had already told Ron of his plans to ask Ginny to the dance.
"Ginny promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Promise me you won't get jealous or anything."
"...I promise."