A.N:Okkkkkkkkkkk! I have made a writers choice with backing from ma colleagues in writing. If you don't like this then u should have told me and u have only yourselves to blame. To Mindy, thanks for the reviews and don't worry it will be.

As they're lips met, they realised, Ron coiled back but Hermione pushed forward but recoiled at the look on his face. It was almost disgust; he was shocked more than anything. And without a second thought of the detention, she ran front the room magically closing every door behind her. She ran all the way to her room, jumping from one moving staircase to another as they moved in the wrong directions. For the second time in a day she found herself crying, on her bed and for the second time she found out that the only person to come and comfort her was Ginny. Ginny came in wet and cold. She had obviously just finished chaser practice, it had been raining outside but Hermione didn't notice. Ginny sat down, cold and wet, put her hand around Hermione and said, "It'll be ok, don't worry. Ron told me, don't worry" Hermione, exhausted, feel asleep in Ginny's hands and moments later Ginny did the same thing.

Hermione woke up cold and wet, Ginny's wet clothes had seeped into her, and Hermione had worked out what she wanted to do now. She wanted to impress Ron, to make him think about her. To make the meetings that were bound to be very awkward, a part of routine. As she stared at Ginny's flying robes, her cold nipples pointing through the wet fabric, she decided that she would join the Quidditch team. As it happens there was a space in the Quidditch as a chaser, as Angelina had recently left. Hermione had never been much of a flyer, she hated the first lesson that she had with a broomstick and hated even more that ride on Buckbeak, but she had to, and she needed to. She wanted to be with Ron and this was the best way, he had always said that she didn't understand Quidditch but she was determined that she would. She had access to all the books she ever wanted. She would learn.

Three weeks later Hermione was in the air on a broomstick, she had conquered her fear and she loved the look of surprise in Ron's face every time she scored. There were only two girls on the team, her and Ginny. Ginny was also a chaser; Harry had made the team captain, as he was the only one on the team that had been on it for more than 2 years. He had worked them down to the bone until Ginny was caught in the face by a bludger, only then did Harry think to stop. They were all tired and all in need of a shower, but Hermione stayed out, like she always did. She went around trying to catch rocks that she enchanted to fly away from her, and avoid the rocks that she enchanted to fly towards her. While this sort of practice was meant for seekers, Hermione had found it very useful for both her weaving and dodging skills, not to mention her reflexes. Hermione returned to the changing rooms two hours later, and as there was no one else there, she took of all her clothes and stepped into the shower. She quickly conjured a lather and started to scrub away the dirt and twigs from her hair.

Ginny entered and Hermione turned around face turning red, she was so embarrassed. "Hi Hermione" Ginny said cheerfully. It was a group shower, you were only meant to go in if you had a bathing costume or at least something on. "Err. Hi Ginny. How's your, err, face?"

"Fine. Madam Pomfrey fixed it up in a second."

Hermione conjured more lather to cover herself and turned around, Ginny was stripping. Hermione brain went mad, here she was - the one whose presence at night left her gasping for more. She was actually taking her clothes off in front of her; Hermione had always averted her eyes when it was time to get changed, but here she was and Hermione couldn't take her eyes off her. Ginny wasn't paying any attention, she was talking but Hermione heard none of it. First her cloak, a long billowing red flying cloak, that came off with a mere shrug of her shoulders, so Hermione could see Ginny's nipples stiff, due to the cold, through the fabric of her bra and flying T-shirt.

She placed her hands on the bottom of her T-Shirt and pulled the garment upwards as she straightened her arms out. Hermione could see Ginny's perfect perked breasts, held only by a small white bra. At this Ginny turned around still talking to Hermione, and bent down taking off the uncomfortable white long bottoms that they were forced to wear for flying. Although it could not be noticed, Hermione was wet, juice pouring freely, only to be washed away by the torrent of water. Ginny's hands were at her ankles, her beautiful bum staring Hermione in the face. A small, but none the less covering, pair of knickers, white with a small pattern on, blocking Hermione's view. Ginny straightened up hand caressing her legs on the way; she stepped under the shower, pointed her wand to the showerhead and said "Aqua cedere" As the water fell it drenched her bra, making it almost see-through.

"Hermione, you're staring!" Ginny sounded surprised but almost amused. "Oh err. Sorry I was just err thinking about something else" Ginny almost laughed "Hermione, your bubbles" Hermione looked down and noticed that she was almost completely uncovered, her brown stiff nipples poking out from the small layer of bubble that covered her breasts. Hermione's face went red and she quickly cover her self up with more lather. They washed in silence, Hermione glanced every now and again at the temple behind her, the temple called Ginny Weasley. There was a slight whistling sound, and a swift slashing sound, Ginny's bra fell to the ground. There was a moment of stunned silence, Hermione looked down into her hand, realising that her wand was there. "Hermione" Ginny said slowly, "Was that you?"

"Err. No I mean I can see what it may seem, but err. NO." She finished. Ginny walked slowly over, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly.

"Because, if it was" Ginny continued in that slow sexy voice. "Then I may just have to punish you for that" On that word she placed a small, teasing, tantalising kiss on Hermione's lip. Hermione pushed forward wanting more, but Ginny pulled away and wagged her finger. "Naughty, naughty. You have to wait." Hermione couldn't work out what had made this quick change, maybe it wasn't a change, maybe it was there all the time and, she, like Ron didn't realise. Ginny bent down again picking up her wand, she locked the door, closing it from even Alohamora. Ginny's nipples were now as hard as erasers, pointing just below Hermione's own. There was a feeling that Hermione had never felt before, a longing, like with Ron, only a thousand times more intense. She felt like she was going to faint. The younger girl came up to her, standing on tiptoes kissed her again, but before she could recoil, Hermione grabbed the back of her head and pushed further into the kiss. Her tongue asking for entrance, there was a small parting in Ginny's lips, Hermione tongue darted in and after what seemed ages Ginny's did the same. They both stood there, caressing each other's hair, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Hermione could taste everything that she dreamed of in that mouth, she tasted like nothing that Hermione had ever experienced in her whole life.

As Ginny's lip left hers, Hermione's hand at the back ofher head, was suddenly weak. She made a small squeak of protest, but was quickly silenced as Ginny's mouth grasped around one of her nipples. Tongue rolling around her nipple, Hermione pulled her head back moaning, she rolled her head revelling in the delicious sensation. Suddenly she wanted to do something for Ginny too; she wanted Ginny to feel what she was feeling. She went down to try and make Ginny stop, but was stopped when Ginny removed her mouth from her nipple and softly said "My turn now, yours later" She finished with a small, cheeky grin and then softy touched the area where Hermione's legs met. Hermione nearly screamed, that soft touch there had almost sent her overboard. Ginny pushed her, gently, to the floor. Then laying on top, started to kiss Hermione nipples, her hands were caressing Hermione's stomach, working their way down, slowly. Ginny's hands met Hermione's upper thighs, using her nails to stoke the tender flesh. Ginny moved down too, the kisses getting lower and lower, until. She placed a small kiss on Hermione's most secret, most precious area. Hermione really did scream, and then placed a silencing charm on the door so that nobody should hear them. Ginny winked and continued, she quickly asked "May I?" The reply was "Oh God yes Ginny, please. Yes!" Overall Ginny took this as a yes and slid a finger, slowly, into Hermione. There was a sharp intake of breath then she added another. Hermione was writhing on the floor, her juices covering Ginny's fingers. Ginny slowly took them out and placed them in her mouth, tasting Hermione, enjoying it as much as Hermione. She then re-slid her fingers, back in, trying to find her G-spot, and by the moan of Hermione she knew that she found it and slowly pushed inwards, slowly applying pressure, then removing it. She repeated this until Hermione came to an awe-inspiring climax. Ginny moved back up the smooth curves that was Hermione's body, and then placed a sweet kiss onto her lovers lips. Hermione's eyes were closed, Ginny kissed her again, slightly worried for her girlfriend. Then with a mysterious grin Hermione turned around, she was now on top of Ginny. "My turn" She placed a delicate kiss on Ginny's lips but removed them quickly as she concentrated on more sensitive areas. She caught Ginny nipples in between her thump and forefinger, rolling in about, grinning as she watched the pleasure on the younger girls face. She moved down, like Ginny had done to her, until her face reached Ginny's soaking damp panties. She slowly removed these with her teeth, all the way down. Then came back up kissing the sides of her legs, getting nearer and nearer. She placed a kiss, right where Ginny's leg met, she moaned out in passion, but quietly, softly, unlike Hermione. Her tongue darted in and then out again tasting Ginny, like strawberries and cream, Hermione thought. This time her tongue went in, sucking, pushing, and moaning. Ginny met to a climax, not quite as spectacular as Hermione's was, but Hermione thought that it made her face, that had turned as red as her hair, look beautiful.

They lay down next to each other, gasping for breath, hearts beating like trapped rabbits. "How did you know how to do all of that?" Hermione whispered into Ginny's ear.

"Your not the only one who can read." Ginny replied, and they burst into a fit of giggles.

There was a muffled yell, as Draco climaxed in his favourite hiding place. He was the one that cast the cutting spell, and in his view it was the best thing that he had ever done.

A.N:

Yes, I know, more Latin but to help you here's a translation Water Fall like you hadn't guessed.

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