Chapter 14

When they reached the Gryffindor Tower Hermione didn't stop, apparently intent on her own rooms. Ginny stopped at the portrait of the fat lady, staring longingly after her, and somewhat upset that she hadn't even said goodbye.

As soon as she was about to give the fat lady the password Hermione turned back, realizing that Ginny was no longer behind her, and the sweetest words to come out of her mouth since the earlier confessions spilled out and enveloped Ginny in a warm glow. "Aren't you coming?"

She smiled broadly – which stopped the fat lady from asking for the password and left her watching them with accepting befuddlement – and nodded.

As she reached Hermione's side she remembered something she had heard once and decided it appropriate. Arching an eyebrow she amended, "No, I'm not. Yet."

It took a moment, and then Hermione got it, first choking, and then laughing. It shocked her initially, but as the thought sank in her laughter changed from mirth to something deeper that sent shivers down Ginny's spine when she heard it. "Well then, let's see what we can do to change that, shall we?"

Ginny had expected the shock and hoped for the laughter, but this… this was more than she had thought possible. Now her only hope was that she could live up to Hermione's expectations. And she couldn't resist adding, "Oh, let's."

With both of their hearts pounding Hermione gave the password and the statue – a witch dressed remarkably similar to Jeanie – stepped aside. They entered, not touching, and looking everywhere but at each other.

Despite their provocative words, neither really knew what they were doing, and both were far too shy to admit it. So they sat in Hermione's bedroom, Hermione on her bed, Ginny on the window seat, staring at the floor or ceiling alternately, both stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

Finally Hermione couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask a question she had been pondering. "So, uh, how long have you liked me?" She asked. She then realized how self-centered she sounded, but she had been curious.

The question took Ginny by surprise, she hadn't been thinking about anything so complicated… "Well, let's see. I think it changed from liking you as a friend into something more around the end of school last year."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Hey, can I ask you something? It's kinda personal, but I'd like to know." More like need to know she thought as she felt the apprehension and jealousy bubble up inside of her.

"Sure thing."

Ginny closed her eyes and phrased the question in her mind. She wasn't going to ask it, she couldn't bare the thought of what the answer might be, but the words tumbled out seemingly of their own accord.

"Did you ever sleep with Ron?"

Hermione had known that something similar was in the offing so she answered without hesitation.

"No, never."

Ginny's eyes snapped open and seeing Hermione was sincere she wanted to shout for joy. She could hardly believe it.

"Really?"

Now was when some of the hesitation crept back in as se decided she didn't like this feeling. She felt woefully inadequate and quite off balance. It wasn't a feeling she was accustomed to and so she decided to see if she couldn't change some of those feelings or replace them with better ones.

"Yes really." She affirmed, letting some of her frustration slip into her voice. "Why do you think I'm at such a loss to do now?" I'm a virgin; I don't know what to do."

Ginny had been afraid that her silence had been because she had slept with Ron and was trying to think of a way to tell her. She could have laughed with relief except it would probably hurt Hermione's feeling and there were much better ways of showing her relief and gratitude at being Hermione's first.

She muttered, "Praise Merlin" just loud enough for Hermione to hear before getting up and going over to the bed.

Hermione's bed was high enough that she was eye to eye with Hermione as she stood between her legs. She slipped a hand around the back of Hermione's neck and pulled her in for a kiss whiles her other hand settled on Hermione's hip.

This kiss was different than before. The others were slow and sweet, but now they were hungry and passionate. Ginny tried to keep it tame – not wanting to scare Hermione off – but it was Hermione who took the extra step, breaking off the kiss just long enough to pull Ginny atop her so she was lying on her back, legs wrapped around Ginny's body. As the resumed their heated kissing Ginny was shocked and very pleased at this new turn of events.

The breathy moans and the feel of Hermione beneath her were too much.

Ginny broke off the kiss, but before Hermione could moan in protest she began kissing her way along her jaw line and down her neck, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand and slipping the other under Hermione's skirt to cup her perfect ass and pull her love closer. It was then she made a discovery; that it's true what they say about the quiet ones. For under Hermione's sensible skirt and shirt she wore black lace. And not much of it.

At Ginny's moan Hermione smiled, pleased she could cause such a reaction, though she couldn't quite focus her eyes, despite Ginny's pause in her perusal of her body. Her respite was short lived as – as soon as Ginny had gotten over the shock – she resumed and doubled her efforts, leaving Hermione moaning and gasping in pleasure of the sensations coursing through her. She kept kissing and biting until she had Hermione's shirt completely unbuttoned. Then her mouth started working its way lower, down her chest, along her ribs, trailing open mouthed kisses along her soft skin until she reaches her stomach. Then, as she looked back up into Hermione's eyes she undid the fastenings of her skirt. Her eyes searched for any sigh that her love wasn't ready or willing to take this step and found no traces of either. She only found love and lust mingled together; creating a visible tension that was driving Hermione insane.

So she slipped off Hermione's skirt and the scrap of lace masquerading as her underclothing. Then, using her tongue and fingers, she worked her very hardest to relieve that tension. Hermione had been wound so tight and was so very turned on that it didn't take very long at all.

Her breath hitched and she felt as though every nerve was on fire. Then, as if that weren't enough, it double and redoubled and then – finally – it exploded.

Ginny was delighted that when Hermione reached her climax it was her name that she screamed, though she doubted that Hermione realized that she had screamed at all.

She considered keeping Hermione in this state, as she could probably keep her going like this for a half and hour at least.

But Hermione had a few surprises of her own.

Before Ginny realized it, she had been grabbed by her collar and hauled up so the two were face to face once again. "I love you." Hermione said, before flipping her so she was being straddled and then kissing her for all she was worth.

At some point Hermione began moving her hands, slowly enough that Ginny didn't notice until Hermione's hand was working its way up the bare skin of her stomach under her shirt. This hand seemed to have found its goal when it reached her breast and cupped it gently while Hermione's thumb teased her nipple, much like the way Hermione's tongue was teasing hers.

"Mmmm…Hermione," she got out, as Hermione's mouth left hers to concentrate on her neck. "Are you sure we should – oh god." Hermione's hands imitated the paths Ginny's had taken and quickly darted up her skirt, silencing all protests.

A/N: so this is the first sex scene I've ever written and if I don't get a lot of positive reviews it will be my last. I actually managed to make myself horny while typing this, but that's mostly because it's very similar to my first sex experience, And the fact that I haven't had sex in almost two months… anyways, for those of you who didn't get my previous comment, my love committed suicide. She hung herself. And I … well, it's been hard. See, we weren't going out, her choice as she had to much trouble when dating me because my parents don't accept me and therefore her. So she was with someone else but we still talked and the last I heard she was afraid her girlfriend was going to break up with her. A week later her girlfriend calls me to tell me late she had killed herself. Turns out her girlfriend had been getting ready to propose and on the night she was supposed to she came home and found her… well yeah. I love her, and I have since I first met her over three years ago. But she's gone. If my later chapters take on a different tone I'm sorry, this is as far as I got before the incident. So, this is really long, but I felt like I should say something. You are all welcome to email me and please review. It's means a lot what you've said in previous chapters and I look forward to hearing more about what you think of my writing.