"I think Harry knows about us, Hermione."

"What makes you think that?"

"…"

"Ginny…"

"I might have told him."

"WHAT? I thought we agreed not to"

"It was an accident. Funny story, actually."

"Funny?"

"Well, he made a crude joke about us… fondling…in the…um, Prefect's bathtub…"

"Harry said that?"

"Yes, Ron's been corrupting him. He was kidding, naturally. But then, of course, I had to blurt out 'How did you know about that!'"

"You didn't."

"I did."

"I should punish you."

"I should be looking forward to it."

Hermione tugged the other girl towards her by her loosely undone Gryffindor tie. Ginny was like that—never quite polished-looking. It must have been a Weasley trait. Ron was the same way with his untucked shirts and ridiculous bed-head that needed a serious trim.

Hermione quickly wondered if she ought to be thinking about one of her best friends when all she wanted to do was snog her girlfriend to pieces.

Oblivious to Hermione internal debate, Ginny took a step forward, melting into the body in front of her. The redhead's mouth was almost touching the other girl's. Ginny allowed her eyes to flutter shut, reveling in the rightness of the situation.

"Ginny," Hermione murmured. Her hand drifted away from its grip on the tie, and slowly made its way across the girl's shoulder blade.

One of Ginny's hands settled along the small of Hermione's back. The other cupped her cheek softly. The redhead closed the remaining millimeter between them, pressing her lips firmly to Hermione's. Hermione's arms encircled the girl's waist and responded eagerly and bodily to the soft warmth.

In an instant, gravity gave way, causing both girls to tumble onto the nearby sofa, Ginny coming out on top. Without breaking for air, the redhead began to frantically undo buttons, while the girl beneath her slid a hand further and further up the smooth, pale flesh under her skirt…

"Hermione, are you…. BLOODY HELL!" Harry exclaimed, stumbling in through the portrait hole.

The kiss was broken abruptly. Ginny giggled softly into bushy brown hair, while Hermione worked on dislodging herself from her girlfriend's embrace.

Ginny scowled at that, tightening her grip on the girl.

"Just where do you think you're going?" she demanded, panting slightly.

"Harry…and…" Hermione sputtered intelligently.

"I told you, 'Mione, he already knows!"

Ginny turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Harry. His eyes were like round saucers and his face held an odd magenta tint.

"You don't mind, do you, Harry?" Ginny asked sweetly.

Harry's lips quirked despite himself. "No, no. Don't mind me; I'm not even here… Carry on!" Hermione noted in amusement at how his voice cracked midway through his remarks.

"We were planning on it." Ginny said matter-of-factly.

Hermione grinned up at the redhead.

"You should know, though," Harry began, "that dinner just ended, and the whole of Gryffindor house will be up here shortly. So, unless you want everyone to get a free show"

"Your room or mine?" Hermione asked her girlfriend quickly.

"Mine," Ginny responded, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her upright.

"Thanks, Harry!" Hermione said gratefully.

Harry watched the girls dart up the girl's staircase, hand in hand, alternating between laughing and giving quick pecks on the lips.

It was obvious that they had found love in each other. Harry smiled a little, happy for two of his good friends. He resolved to be the nice guy who, until they were ready to confess, would keep their secret liaisons just that—a secret.

For now, anyway.

END