Sunday morning, Hermione awoke gently. Lying comfortably in the warmth of her Hogwarts bed, she felt the sun pouring in the window on her cheek, and stirred sleepily, wriggling slowly out of the covers. Feeling her mind and body catching up with the morning, She eased her eyes open to a blur of red on her pillow and blinked until her vision cleared.

The vibrant silky red hair flowing down her pillow was a shockingly beautiful contrast to the pale pink skin of Ginnys neck and shoulders. Her skin, glowing softly in the dappled daylight through white net curtains, complimented the girlish curves on her hips and legs giving Hermione an impulse to run her hands down them to see if they felt as smooth as they looked. Ginny was lying on her side, facing away from Hermione softly sleeping on her side. The covers were draped vaguely over her from knee to shoulder, and tiny peeks of skin as she breathed made Hermione horribly aware that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She dared herself to reach out her hand, to push the bunched up duvet off Ginny, and lay her hands softly upon the tiny hips whose outline she could see so painfully vaguely through the thick material.

Involuntarily, it seemed, her hand twitched, and blushing deeply she snatched it back to her side, and lay stiffly, awkwardly, thoroughly embarassed even though nobody could see but her.

Minutes passed and she just couldn't move.The thoughts running through her mind, instigated by the desires that she never knew she had disabled her from rational thought, her breath constricted, her limbs quivering lightly in her efforts to keep still and quiet, as if Ginny waking up would reveal her secret.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, as if telepathically, Ginny stirred and stretched her arms and legs yawning, beginning to wake up. Her back and hips wriggled as she stretched, in a slowness that was antagonizing to Hermione, a mixture of fascination and supense.

Before she knew it, Ginny was turning over, and sitting up, adjusting the duvet to cover up her legs, and tucking the top of it underneath her arms to securely cover her chest. The skin underneath her eyes was dark as she stared around the room sleepily, trying to focus, before turning her eyes to Hermione.

"Hey," she said groggily, but with a hint of surprise. Hermione got the feeling Ginny was still feeling the aftermath of last nights confusion.

"You look exhausted" Was Hermiones well justified reply

The serious look on Hermiones face and hint of worry in her voice made Ginny laugh a little. "Well, so would you be if..."

if you'd been lying awake half the night staring at you

"...if you'd had quite that much to drink"

"Mm" was the only reply Hermione offered. Ginny looked away and yawned again, reaching onto the floor for her clothes. Neither talked, as Ginny dressed under the covers, awkwardly, and rolled out of the covers looking drained and ruffled.

She turned towards at the door, pulling her hair into a pony tail, and made to leave.

"Ginny"

Another impluse action Hermione hadn't expected, stopping her from leaving.

But she didn't turn around. Standing still, facing away from Hermione she replied

"Yes?"

"mm...nothing"

Ginny walked through the door, and Hermione lay still, listening to her muffled footsteps down the dormitory stairs, until they faded away and her bedroom fell silent again.

And that was the most they ever talked about it.