*My Notes:* Nah, not relly anything today!!!  ::kiss::

*Chapter Five:* /Spreading the Love/

Ginny stood in shock…in happiness.  She thought she was going to cry – of course she didn't, but it had felt that good.

It had been almost rushed, it seemed, but wet in a fabulous way, and warm and Ginny wanted to know if it felt that way with everyone.  Maybe even Neville had that kind of passion within him.  Maybe Dean felt like that when he snogged Seamus.

Maybe Harry feels like that.  Maybe Hermione is all Chantal can ever make her feel and more.

'Maybe I should get back to the Hall.'

Wait, no! She couldn't do that!  She was just Kissed by a beautiful, experienced, sexy girl and didn't that count for something?!  Now, shouldn't she go kiss Harry and try to convert the womanly love into something he could understand?  Wouldn't Hermione like to bat the hair out of her adorable eyes and for once be taught something she didn't know?

Ginny could be a sex-machine!  Yeah, that would be it!

***

She practically skipped into the Hall a minute or two later.  The Sorting had finished, feast commenced, and now it looked like only deserts were left on the table.  Ginny smiled brightly and sat down next to Hermione and across from Harry.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione greeted.

"Hi, love," she replied, purring.  Hermione blinked, but she was polite enough to blink at her blueberry pie.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny turned to face him.  He was in the middle of eating a treacle tart, but smiled all the same.  Ginny batted her eyes at him.  "How was the ride over?"

It looked as though Hermione was uncomfortable with Ginny changing all that extremely warm friendship towards Harry and butted in as her friend swallowed his tart.

"It was quite uneventful.  Besides Ron making himself a fool in front of Padma Patil," Hermoine scoffed.

"Boys will be boys," Ginny added in knowledgeably.  She hoped Hermione would get the hint…

She didn't, not exactly.

"Yes.  And I love them for that."

'Blast.'

***

Ginny still had the energy, though.  She bounced out of the Hall with Luna Lovegood, deciding to try and run her power down by escorting her to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

By the time they reached the knight's shining armor, Ginny was panting, but she was still of an extremely happy continence.

"What is going on with you?" Luna asked.

"Nothing, hun!"  And with that, Ginny leaned forward and kissed Luna on the lips.  It was quick and dry, but Ginny liked it all the same.  "'Night!"

Luna stood, stunned.  "Erm – yeah – 'night…"

***

"Werewolf!" Ginny practically shouted the password at the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The fat, pink lady let herself swing open.  As Ginny entered the Gryffindor Common Room, she wondered if, when she wasn't a painting, the Fat Lady had been fun to snog.  Maybe she used to be skinny.  Maybe she knew exactly where to place her hands and her mouth and maybe she had hair so thick and textured you could spend all day running your fingers through it and…

Ginny blinked.  The Common Room was staring at her.  Obviously it had been very quiet before she entered and now that she was humming "All You Need is Love," some song her father had on a Muggle record, everyone was gaping.

"Hi, all!" she said quickly and made her way into the sixth year girls' dorm.

No one was inside, but had they been, Ginny would have snogged them an inch from their life.

Instead, she fell back onto her bed, wearing nothing but her white blouse and panties.