She didn't sleep well last night and her food wouldn't go down properly this morning. She still couldn't believe that she kissed Hermione. She kissed the girl. She'd always wanted to do that just not under those circumstances. Now she was scared. Scared that Hermione would hate her and tell people. She was so ashamed she didn't think she could show her face. But when hunger called she would answer. She sighed trying to stomach her food.
"Good morning, Ginny!", a voice rang in her ear. She was surprised to see Hermione standing in front of her with the biggest smile she'd ever seen on the girl's face.
"M-morning, 'Mione." Hermione, who was still smiling, said good morning to Ron and Harry and sat down beside her, Harry on her other side. Ginny, who had found her throat getting dry took a sip of pumpkin juice and nearly choke. Hermione smiled at her again and started to talk to Harry. Ginny was starting to calm down, that was until she felt a hand on her knee slowly making its way up her thigh. She froze. 'I wish I had worn pants instead.', she thought as the hand inched up more. She could feel them nearing their destination and she dreaded it as much as she wanted it. Her eyes scanned quickly around the table and then to her side. The side that Hermione was sitting next to. Hermione's arm was under the table.
She gasped for two reasons: Finding out it was Hermione that was fondling her underneath the table. And that she had just brushed a sensitive spot on her thigh. Hermione's hand stopped trailing and went back to the spot. Agonizingly, slowly she drew circles with her finger on the spot. She could feel Ginny stiffen more. Could tell that she was trying hard not to bring attention to herself by gasping or moaning. She could see she trying not to fidget or go red. Ginny bit her lip trying not to do those things. So hard in fact that it started bleeding. The instant pain caused her to open her mouth and a little blood dribbled over her lips.
"Ginny, why is your mouth bleeding?", said Ron in a worried tone. Hermione quickly pulled her hand from under the table.
"Ginny, are you okay?", she asked, embarrassed by what she made Ginny do.
"I'm okay, Hermione.", she said, but didn't look at her, "I was just chewing my food and ended up biting my lip."
"Well, I think you better clean that up.", said Ron.
"Okay.", replied Ginny, happy to get out of there. There was no way she was going to Hogsmeade now.
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It was a warm sunny spring day in Hogsmeade. But it was exactly the opposite of how Hermione felt. Instead of having fun she was worrying. Worrying about Ginny, worrying that she hadn't seen the red-headed girl since she left this morning. 'What have I done?' she thought. Ron and Harry had ditched her long ago when she stopped responding to their questions. So now she sat alone at a table in the Three Broomsticks, pondering on what to do. She knew if she tried talking to Ginny she might get her head ripped off. But if she didn't Ginny would feel used. She gave up and decided to go back to school, not in the mood to be around people.
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Ginny lay in her bed for hours trying hard not to cry and so far she was succeeding. But she felt them pushing at the back of her eyelids, she was being a baby and she knew it. But that didn't stop her from being mad at Hermione. Finally she couldn't take it and decided to go outside. Knowing she wouldn't bump into anybody she took her time getting ready. Her lip was still swollen from that morning but it had gone down a little. She sauntered down to the common room only to be knocked down by someone standing in her way.
"Can't you watch where your going?", she said icily, getting up. So she hadn't realized it was Hermione she bumped into.
"I'm sorry, Ginny.", said Hermione.
Ginny looked up quickly. "What are you doing here?" Her voice had lightened a little bit.
"I came to talk to you."
"I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. Especially, you." She walked around Hermione to head to the portrait hole, only to be grabbed by her wrist and pulled back.
"Ginny please, I really need to talk to you."
"I know what your going to say," said a struggling Ginny, "That your sorry. You didn't mean to do it. You weren't thinking straight. And that you don't like me that way but we'll always be friends. Well you know what Hermione? SCREW YOU!" Finally breaking from the girls grip she rushed out of the portrait hole.
"Ginny, wait!", yelled Hermione, but it was too late. She sighed she was going to make Ginny listen to her, weather she wanted to or not. And Hermione ran out after her.
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Ginny knew she was far away from the Gryffindor dormitory but she still ran like her life depended on it. She didn't stop until she reached the castle doors. Pushing the doors open she went outside only to be soaked the next second. It was raining. Hard. But she had no intentions of going back to her common room. She ran out on the castle grounds passing the greenhouses, the Quiddutch pitch and the lake. She had ran all the way to Hagrid's cabin. She pulled the door open and went inside. Hagrid wasn't there, he was probably still in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks having a drink. Ginny didn't mind. She always came here when she was feeling down or lonely. And Hagrid always invited her in with open arms. They talked sometimes or just sat in silence drinking tea. She found it comforting. Like home.
Hermione stopped in the middle of the entrance hall. The only door she saw open was the castle doors. Looking though it she could see the rain coming down followed by a roar of lightening and a clap of lightening. She had always hated thunder storms, mostly because of the thunder and lightning. But she knew Ginny on the other hand loved them. And wouldn't be scared going out in one. Sucking up her fears she went outside, knowing exactly where to go. Ginny had told her about her little visits to Hagrid's cabin, so that's where she was heading.
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