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Summary: Simple one-shot. Just an idea that popped in my head during the Half-Blood Prince.
A/N: If anyone reads this that has read my other works, I'm sorry about not finishing "Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder". I've been terrible busy, and I know that is not a good enough excuse. I'll try to update ASAP. Thanks for reviewing! Continue to:)
Ginny thought she would kiss Hermione, just this once. In reality, what could one little kiss hurt anyone? Certainly not Harry, not when he was still out lusting over Cho Chang along with several other girls. She didn't blame him. Hormones, right? And Ron didn't have to know. It was a one time deal, not a lifelong commitment.
She had seen two girls kiss before. The memory was still as vivid as the day it occurred: Ginny was walking off the Quidditch pitch and she caught glimpse of maroon robes. Thinking it was Harry (she wanted to get a quick word in), she approached the figure, but instantly she realized her mistake. There, in the midst of lightly falling snow, stood Katie Bell (well, more like a stooping Katie Bell), kissing her friend Leanne. Katie had her Quidditch toned arms draped around Leanne's middle, and bent down slightly enough to mesh her lips against the other girl's. Leanne stood on her tip toes; Katie must have been a full 6 inches taller than she was. Ginny simply stood there, her green eyes darting rapidly from one figure to another. Katie silently maneuvered their bodies so that Leanne rested her back against the wall of the pitch. Mum had always told her this was wrong…but for some reason, to Ginny, it felt uncannily right. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever witnessed. As Katie bent her head and removed Leanne's scar for more access to flesh, Ginny backed up a few paces to continue back towards the castle.
Ginny thought Hermione wouldn't mind a little snog, just this once. Her N.E.W.T's were approaching and all the stress was beginning to show. Her usually exuberant self had taken a back-seat to a more worrisome Hermione, and Ginny didn't like it at all. For once, she wondered why her brother didn't ever ease Hermione's fears. Isn't that what boyfriends were supposed to do? Comfort their significant other? She nervously glanced at Hermione's half-lidded eyes and tilted her head so that their lips were inches apart. In those few seconds that seemed like eternity, Ginny remembered all the times she had spent with this young woman.
The Ministry of Magic fiasco, during her fourth year. Summer after wonderful summer at the Burrow. Secrets about boyfriends and tips about professors. Extra study help. The more she was with Hermione, the more she desperately wanted a bond deeper than friendship.
Ginny roamed her eyes up and down this young, amazing, intelligent young woman, then brought her lips against Hermione's. The result was the most euphoric feeling that this Weasley had ever experienced. Better than that silly Felix potion Harry gave her before her O.W.L's. Kissing Hermione, in one word, was exhilarating. The common room around them seemed to vaporize and in this one moment, this one fraction of her existence- Ginny was the happiest she had ever been. The kiss lasted for a while before Hermione parted for breath.
"Wow." The brunette pressed her fingers to her lips gently. "What," whispered Ginny, so softly that it barely classified as a whisper. "It's just-" She couldn't explain this intense of a feeling. Neither could Ginny. "I know." And once more, they kissed.
Ginny thought that kissing Hermione, just this once, could easily turn into a forever type of thing.