Disclaimer: I'm bored with these now. I. Own. Nothing.
Hermione smiled at the memory. Sirius was like a second father, both he and Remus had been so kind to her. She loved them like her own parents. Hermione glanced at her watch, it was nearly nine, she'd been sitting there reminiscing for over half an hour. Upbraiding herself for the waste of time she drew back the drapes and trotted down the stairs.
The common room was full of Gryffindors. The twins were giving a demonstration of their newest product, Crazy Carrots. There was a shriek of laughter as with a pop Lee Jordan turned into a fluffy white bunny. Hermione shook her head and looked over to where Ron and Harry were beckoning her over.
'Hey Hermione! Come and look at this!'
Ron and Harry were playing gobstones and as Hermione sat down a particularly vicious looking stone had squirted green slime all over Ron's ruddy hair. 'Not as fiery as Ginny's.' The thought jumped into Hermione's head before she had a chance to think about it, and she quickly shook it away.
While Hermione gazed into space, Ron and Harry were winking and gesturing to each other wildly. Their eyes fixed on the portrait hole.
'What are you two doing' Asked Hermione, one eyebrow raised.
'Nothing' they replied in unison, looking awfully guilty. Just then the portrait hole swung open and Ginny ran through, straight up the stairs, her arms full of books.
Ron whispered something to Harry that sounded suspiciously like 'Operation Cupid' and promptly pointed his three gobstones at Hermione, covering her with purple, red and yellow slime. She shrieked and jumped up.
'Ron! What the hell do you think you're doing?'
'I'm so sorry!' Said Ron, not sounding very sorry at all.
'Oh Hermione, come on we'll take you upstairs and get you cleaned up' Said Harry.
'Oh no you won't!' Replied Hermione as she scuttled towards the stairs. 'Cretins' She muttered. The other Gryffindors grinned in puzzlement as Harry and Ron ran up after her. They opened the door to the girl's dormitory, Hermione was standing there frozen staring at a half-naked Ginny. She spun round as Harry and Ron peered round the door.
'Well, well, well.' Said Ron, 'What's going on here then?'
Harry slammed the door just in time to stop Hermione ripping Ron's throat out.
'That was close' Panted Ron.
'Let's just hope they come to their senses sooner rather than later' said Harry as he turned the key in the lock.
Hermione stood facing the door, only too aware that Ginny was standing right behind her. She took a deep breath, and turned around. Ginny was still standing there, dressed in nothing but her bra and knickers. The black material contrasted with the paleness of her skin and her flame hair made her look like a creature from another world. The sound of Parvati's owl rattling in its cage at the end of the room shook them both from their frozen state. Ginny quickly grabbed an old cotton T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Hermione, silent went over to her bed and began to undress also. She pulled on her favourite silky blue nightdress; it had been a 16th birthday present from her parents. 'It brings out the colour in your eyes'. Her mum had said. Hermione smoothed the fabric down over her hips.
She suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder.
'Hermione?'
She turned and was face-to-face with Ginny Weasley. Their noses were practically touching. Hermione winced inwardly. Every part of her face was susceptible to close scrutiny. Ginny was looking at her questioningly.
'What's going on?'
Hermione managed a laugh.
'I have no idea, Ron squirted gobstone juice all over my shirt and when I ran upstairs to change he and Harry followed me. Is the door locked?'
Ginny nodded.
'I have no idea what they're up to'
'They said 'Stay in there till you come to your senses. Do you have know what that means?'
Hermione's lips formed the shape of a 'No'. But then stopped. Everything happened for a reason. Maybe she was meant to tell Ginny. Maybe she was meant to tell her now. Maybe that's why she was here. Maybe that was why she'd left supper so late, maybe this whole evening was leading up to this moment. She looked right at Ginny, into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
'Ginny' she began. 'There's something I ought to tell you.'
Ginny looked down at the floor. 'There's something I ought to tell you to.'
'You first then'
'No, its alright. You go'
Ginny perched herself on the end of her bed, and Hermione curled up crossed legged on her own. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. She couldn't do it. How many times had she rehearsed this conversation in her mind? Yet now when it came to it, she just didn't have the words. Ginny just looked at her, with a look half puzzlement, half fear.
Oh God, she's going to tell me she loves Harry. Or worse Ron. I don't think I can bear it. How will I manage to stay calm. What if my mouth just refuses to stay shut and I come bursting out with it. I love you.
I can't do it. She'll hate me. But I have to. I must remember what Sirius said. Just three little words. Eight letters. Just part of the alphabet arranged in a particular order. I love you.
I love you
I love you
I love you
'I love you'. Hermione almost shouted the words, and then clapped her hands to her mouth as if trying to unspeak them. Ginny gasped, not daring to believe it.
'What did you say?'
'I said, I…' Hermione forced the words out again. 'I love you'.
Ginny just stared at her. She had to be dreaming. This couldn't be Hermione saying those beautiful words. It couldn't be. But it was. Ginny stood up, her T-shirt riding up over her creamy thigh as she slid off the bed and walked over. She knelt next to Hermione on the bed. There were tears in the elder girl's eyes. Ginny looked deep into them, searching for any sign of a joke, teasing. But she found only truth. She cupped Hermione's cheek in one hand. Hermione breathed in quickly.
'I love you too'. As the tears escaped from Hermione's eyes and fled down her cheeks, Ginny bent her head and touched her mouth to Hermione's own. She tasted the bitter lemon lip-gloss on Hermione's silky lips. Energy seared through Hermione like a hot knife as she returned the kiss, passionate and yet gentle at the same time. Neither had known such happiness as they know found in the others arms. It was perfection, completion. And their symphony was so sweet they thought their hearts would break.
Tres fluffy I know, but what's wrong with romance? There's enough death and woe on the earth as it is. 'What the world needs now, is love, sweet love.
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