(A/n: here you go kids. I know its been a while, but I needed some time to get my shit together before school started.)

DISCLAMER: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or imaginary places. They are owned and created by J.K. Rowling, published by Scholastic Books Inc, Bloomsbury Books Inc, Raincoat Books Inc, Warner Brothers Inc, and others. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

WARNINGS: Self mutilation, Ginny with blue eyes, and finally some femme action.

I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits,

And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.

Chapter 3

Ginny's eyes fluttered open and she felt her limbs entangled in someone else's. It seems that she always forgot when she was sharing her bed with another. It was still dark. She looked at her watch. 'Three in the morning?' She groaned softly.

Hermione's sleeping form was curled into her own. Her t-shirt was riding up a little so that her skin touched Ginny's midriff from the tank top. Ginny had her shorts on and Hermione had gone to bed in her knickers. They stuck together with sweat where their skin touched. The younger witch attempted to enjoy the feeling, while ignoring her hangover.

The body of the older girl stirred. She opened her deep brown eyes and looked into the cobalt for a while. She looked into the pain and sadness. Her hands wandered under the sheets. They caressed the damaged skin on the red-head's arms lovingly. She smiled a little.

Ginny was overwhelmed by the gentle touch. She hid her grey-blue with her eyelids and brushed her lips against Hermione's. The older girl tensed for a moment, but also closed her eyes and fell into the kiss. The younger girl let her tongue trail along the entrance to the other's mouth. Their tongues darted and touched quickly, but pulled back in an instant. More soft and passionate pecks followed, and mouths opened to receive again.

Breathlessly, they pulled back and looked at each other for a moment. They looked in one another's eyes and searched for answers. Wonder, lust, and question was written on their faces. They continued none the less. Their lips rejoined, and they went back to what they had been doing. Ginny, feeling a bit more brave than usual, began caressing Hermione's breast though her shirt. Soft moans came from within the brunette's throat.

"Is this alright?" she asked, apprehensively.

"I don't care, Gin," Hermione said, before pulling the auburn haired girl closer to her.

After some time had past, how much they didn't really know or care, they entangled themselves back together. Contented, they drifted off to sleep.

The girls were awoken abruptly by some intruder hopping in their bed. This time the light flooded the room. Hermione stretched. Ginny pulled the comforter over her head and rolled over, whining.

"I've made omelets this morning," Harry announced happily.

"Sounds good," Hermione yawned, "as long as they didn't turn out like your pancakes."

Ginny chuckled from beneath the blankets.

"Did I hear something?" Hermione said in a playful tone.

Harry got the hint, "Hm, I don't know. I think it came from over here!" With that he jumped on Ginny and pulled off the covers.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" Hermione yelled. She then proceeded to tickle Ginny, who squealed.

"Ohmahgod! No, no, no, no! Hermione!" She yelled out loud, laughing between yowls. "Please! Stop! I'm awake already!"

"You sure?" Harry teased.

"Yes, yes! Now will ya get off?"

Hermione ceased her torture and Harry got off. Erm, got off of Ginny. Erm, never mind.

The day passed far too slow. Ginny and Hermione found time alone for and hour or so, sitting in the hollow or in Ginny's room. Nothing happened like the previous night, but it was as if some barrier had broken down. They were noticeably more relaxed in each other's presence, and the silence was not awkward. They quite enjoyed it.

Hermione also found time to talk to Harry, while Ginny was making lunch for them all.

"--and then we went back to sleep," Hermione finished.

"No way!" Harry was shocked at his friend's boldness. The girl wasn't one to be so brave when it came to anything sexual. "You're telling me you snogged Ginny, like hardcore and went to sleep?"

"Yep," she nodded. "It was great. I have this whole new side of me that I never knew was there. She makes me feel," she looked up, searching for the right words to say, "I don't know. It isn't awkward like with Ron. Kissing him is like kissing my brother, but kissing her is different. I'd be content kissing her until the day that I die."

"Don't lie, I know you'd be pretty happy getting into her panties too," Harry smiled and prepared to get smacked. No blow came.

"You're right, you know," Hermione stared off into space. "I really want her."

"So you're horny, it happens. I mean, I've been lusting after Malfoy," Harry scoffed. "I don't plan to shag him or anything; he just makes me a bit hot-"

"But Harry," sounding exasperated, "this is Ginny we are talking about here, not my sworn enemy. I actually like her, you know? She's funny, kind, and bloody brilliant. Not to mention stunningly beautiful." She gazed off; picturing the girl she longed for, but then realized she was being too gushy. "Besides, you're a flaming gay boy, not a straight girl who wants to jump another girl's bones."

Harry laughed a little. "I can't decide for you, you know. If you want to take a chance with her and break up with Ron, fine. Just do what makes you happy. Do what you think is right."

Dusk fell upon the burrow. Harry was lying on the grass with the girls in the hollow. He had a glass of Red Current Rum in his hand. He smiled as he watched the chemistry in front of him. He could smell the pheromones in the air. They were waiting for him to get tired and go to bed, so they could snog, or whatever lesbian girls did. He respected that. He needed some alone time as well. Draco had preoccupied his mind all day.

"Night ladies," he said, standing and dusting himself off.

A few stars peeked into the sky. They cuddled close in the grass. Not much time had passed before the brunette looked into the red-head's blue-grey eyes, her own chocolate ones shining with much desire. They kissed, warm, passionate, and as sweet as honey. They rolled so the younger was on top and she kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of the other's neck and ear.

[POV: Hermione]

Your hands are on me.

I am pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tongue is in my mouth,

Trying hard to keep the words from coming out.

[End POV]

The older moaned with pleasure. She moved the other girl's face back to her own and kissed her hard, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. She dragged her finger nails down the other's back, causing her to arch.

[POV: Ginny]
I'm dying, I'm dying please
I want to, I need to be
Under your skin

[End POV]

"Hermione," she looked pleadingly into brown eyes, "we should stop and go back to the house. It isn't that far."
"Don't you want me?" she pouted.
"Yes, of course," Ginny panted.
"Then KISS me," she said forcefully, pulling other's lips back to where they should have been.

Ginny pulled back, "What's going on?"

Hermione thought rationally for a moment. 'How does one present this feeling? The feeling of being totally freed, of something awakening deep inside, of feeling like you've just come home to a place you didn't think was home. How do you explain instant comfort, fear, lust, being completed? Like that I suppose, but in not so many words.'

All that ended up coming out was, "I don't know, but this is right."

They did go up to the house. They crept into the house, through the kitchen, up the stairs, down the hall, and into Ginny's room.

(A/n: I'm quite proud of that. I decided to incorporate a few songs into this one. The one right after the warnings is from a song called "Photo booth" by Death Cab for Cutie. The Hermione POV is from a song called "Lover I Don't Have to Love" by Bright Eyes. The Ginny POV is from a song called "Dying" by Hole. I plan on putting the 'soundtrack' that is helping me write this fic after it's done. I'm putting it up kind of like a bonus feature, or whatever.)