Chapter 11: Late, all the time.

Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was I wouldn't be writing fanfics now would I? Or would I? Hmm… something to think about…Although, IF and only IF I owned it, I would so totally make Hermione and Ginny realise their love for each other, and Harry and Draco would be so in love. But… that'll never happen. Wait, does anyone read the disclaimers?

Warning: It DOES have Slash pairings and Femmeslash as well. Don't read it if you are a) homophobic, b) a child, c) a strict het reader, or d) allergic (?) Or e) you are my parents. I really doubt that last two though. Hmm… I should get on with the story. Should… but will I? Yes!

A/N: Wow. I think it's been about 4 months since I last updated. I don't know why I decided to now…

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Draco returned to his room. He was thankful that that poor excuse of a boy, Ron was out of there.

"So, Harry, does he still have his heart set on Granger?" said Draco casually. Harry just nodded.

"He still wants her even though he just caught her in bed with his sister? This is very confusing." Draco took a breath, "What a freak!"

"I know. Change of subject, what day is it?"

"Wednesday. Why?"

"The timetable says we don't have potions for the rest of this week. Strange." Harry said, clearly confused.

"Oh, didn't you hear? Professor Snape's been injured somehow, and we get a spare period where we'd normally have potions."

"Well, I wonder what we'll do with that spare time," Harry said, with a wink, and a grin.

Ginny walked over to the her clothes, strewn all over the floor. Hermione was still lying in bed, but Ginny knew she was awake. Ginny quickly put a shirt and some shorts on, and went to rouse Hermione from her "sleep". She looked so peaceful.

I wonder what she's thinking, thought Ginny. I wonder how we'll tell Ron. If we tell him. But I don't know if we should. He might tell mum. I wonder what her reaction'd be. It took her ages to accept Percy. Ages. What will she do when she finds out that her only daughter is well… different to other girls. Well, not Hermione. After ages, I've got what I want. No, need. If I could freeze time…

She was startled out of her thoughts when Hermione began to speak.

"Dressed already?" she asked.

"Of course. We DO have classes today." Said Ginny, Hermione groaned. She looked at the clock. "Shit, Hermione, we're late!"

"What?" Hermione looked at the time. Classes began in 5 minutes, and she'd already missed all of yesterday's classes!

She quickly dressed and Ginny and Hermione ran off to History Of Magic.

Hermione rushed in, and sat at one of the tables at the front, facing the board, Ginny next to her. They weren't too late. Harry and Draco winked knowingly. Hermione got a book out. Another boring History of Magic class. Even Hermione was known to say so, She began to note the things that Prof. Binns said, even if it didn't make sense, or was totally off topic. He droned on.

"So, in 1358 when the goblins… Hmm, what's for lunch, you students better be listening, this'll be on your exam… Chicken would be nice…"

Hermione felt a hand on her thigh. It moved slowly upwards. Ever so slowly.

"Ginny," she whispered, "We're in class!"

"I know." Ginny mouthed.

Ron was watching from the back, next to Neville. He watched as his sister's hand slipped under Hermione's skirt, to tease her. She shouldn't be doing that!

"Ronald Weasley! When did the use of timetuners become illegal?" said Prof. Binns. The class turned to look at him.

"What, Professor?"

The class looked shocked. Binns had never asked one of them a question. Then the teacher went back to his droning. Ron was relieved that his professor was dead.

The bell rang, and they were off to their next class, Transfiguration. Hermione grabbed Ginny and dragged her behind a tapestry. Ron was watching. He had decided that if he saw more of this… This nonsense, he'd tell his mother. Who, though accepting, did not approve, and it would be long before she accepted. It had taken a year with Percy, perhaps it'd be longer for Ginny.

They emerged. Ron hid behind one of the statues nearby. Their clothes were a tad messy. Hermione started to walk to class. They would be late again. Ginny pulled her back with her tie, and kissed her. Their lips met. Ron, who had stolen Colin's camera, was gleefully holding the camera; a picture had just been taken.

"Now, we can go." Ginny said cheerfully.

Ron smiled, deviously. Mischievously. Mum'd want evidence.

End A/N: Another shortish chapter. But, you know. Long time, no update.