I thought the concept of this story idea was a good one. So I took it and ran with it. It didn't turn out quite as planned, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Hermione was never the wild, reckless sort. She was cautious, she didn't like to take risks, unless she could sit down and think about them. When she thought about the risks she wanted to take, she would take days and days to formulate a plan inside her head. She liked to write too, so sometimes, when she got an idea in her head, she'd plan it on paper. She'd write everything down, step by agonizing step. Then, she'd sleep on it.
Some of her friends thought she was boring, but she didn't care. She liked being cautious, being cautious meant there was hardly a risk that you would get hurt, and Hermione had been hurt one too many times in the past to get hurt again. She never liked to think of herself has boring, or cautious. She was just careful and she liked keeping it that way.
That's why she's never been able to figure out the relationship she has with Ginny. It's not careful, or cautious, and it's far from planned. It's wild. Reckless even. Ginny doesn't plan, she does what she wants, when she wants. She rarely apologizes for who she is. Just like her hair, Ginny was a fiery soul. Try to hold her down, and you'd pay for it later.
Hermione liked taking things slow. Ginny didn't. With Ginny, it's always, fast paced kisses, roving hands exploring Hermione's body quickly. It's the unbuttoning of robes and shirts that hit the floor within seconds without a sound. Then it's lips on bare skin, with Hermione always giving into Ginny's impulses. She moans, knees feel week and suddenly, she's glad she didn't plan this.
"Get into the bed, kitten." she whispers in her ear after a trail of kisses up her neck lead her there. Kitten, she can remember the day she came up with the nickname for her. It was random, Hermione didn't care for it much at first, but Ginny adored it. "You remind me so much of a cat. I remember the stories from the boys after you accidentally turned yourself into one. I bet you were adorable. You're adorable no matter what, kitten." From then on, Hermione loved it.
After they hit the bed, it's always soft kisses, warm breath on her skin, and sounds that Hermione tries to surpress. She's always afraid they'll get caught,"Just let yourself feel, Hermione." she says,"it's not fun if you can't feel. What would this be if you didn't feel?" Hermione can only remember all those times when she felt too much, so now she tries not too. "Just let yourself go." She pleads.
And she does.
Then, it's a racing heart, quickened pulse, and beads of sweet. Something she'd never get herself into. Because of Ginny, she does. Shet lets herself feel, she lets herself go, and she lets her reckless side out. Without Ginny, she'd never be any fun at all.