Standard disclaimers apply, hope you like my fic.
Hermione rushed out of Harry's room, all red in the face, hair awry. Her clothes clutched against her chest, she checked around the corner for a professor and then quietly tiptoed down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she went to take another step, unaware that her, at the moment stationary, foot was stepping on the bottom of Harry's sweatpants, which were way to large for her thin frame. She lifted her other leg and came crashing to the ground, now sprawled on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, her clothes spread out a couple feet in front of her. "Shit!" she exclaimed her discomfort as she stood up slowly and headed once more for her room.
On entering, Ginny sat up in her bed. "What was that terrible racket? Did Crookshanks tackle a lamp again?"
Hermione shut the door behind her, all smiles. Ginny's look of worry then turned to excited suspicion. "Wait a minute, where were you? And what were you doing in the common room at – ," Ginny paused to check her watch, "3 in the morning??" Ginny looked at Hermione's mischievous smile and practically yelled, "You did? He did? ……With you????"
"Shhhhhhhhh," Hermione placed her long finger on her lips, shiny with lip balm, urging Ginny to quiet down. "If I tell, will you absolutely promise not to tell?"
"Oh god, I promise, I promise," Ginny assured Hermione. They linked pinkies to secure the promise and Hermione got down to business.
"We did," She whispered excitedly. Ginny squealed like a girl at a slumber party. "Don't scream, we're not 13 anymore," Hermione said in her now grown-up, seventeen-year-old voice. Ginny quieted down.
"Give me all the details," Ginny whispered excitedly.
Hope you liked that. Ill update soon!