The beginning of this chapter is slightly AU, but after that, it's all good. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, things will start to unfold soon, I promise.
How they managed to hide them true selves from everyone, both girls did not know. In fact, how the two hid it from eachother is even more of a mystery, especially, when Fred and George seemed to know them both inside and out.
Early in Ginny's fourth year, she slumped down at the breakfast table late on a Saturday morning in front of Fred and George, whose heads were close together, both whispering low. Ginny wasn't going to ask questions, they were always plotting. That was nothing new, she knew better than to get involved.
After Ginny filled her plate and began to eat, both boys turned around at her and smiled that smile that said 'we know something that you don't want us to' which was a lot different from there 'we've just done something mischievous smile'.
"What?" she asked, fork stopping mid-way to her mouth.
"Nothing." They said in unison. They grinned again.
"What?" She asked again more quickly,"What do you know?" she asked raising a eyebrow.
"Nothing." They said again and turned to eachother and smiled.
Ginny shrugged, deciding that what they knew would have to wait until they actually said something, because they obviously weren't going to tell her, so she went back to eating and they went back to plotting and talking about whatever it was when she first sat down.
"Ginny, want to play some quidditch later on?" Harry called down the table.
She shook her head,"Sure! I don't have anything important to do today."
He smiled and gave her the thumbs up and went back to his conversation with Ron, something about what Malfoy was doing in the hallway that would surely get him into trouble. Once again, Ginny ignored them and went back to eating.
At this time, Hermione strode into the Great Hall throwing some books down onto the table in a huff. She was obviously very stressed thinking about the end of year exams, why she thought about them so early, Ginny could never figure out.
Fred and George looked at Hermione and then back at Ginny, and began to laugh and flash those smiles. Ginny threw her fork down,"Ok, what is it? You are making me paranoid."
"Nothing." They both said and Fred shook his head.
"Just that we know-" George said.
"What you don't really want us too." Fred said.
"About you and Hermione." They both said.
Ginny's face turned red.
It wasn't that she cared that they brought it up, it wasn't that she cared they knew. She just wanted to know how, she was also worried about them going and telling it. Even though the pair was quite handful, they the kind to go and speak things about their family and friends to people, true or otherwise. Now, if Draco Malfoy was involved, they'd talk all day, but not family, and not friends.
Ginny would never figure out, years later, how Fred and George knew about her feelings for Hermione when she wouldn't even admit them completely to herself.
She didn't admit to the feelings completely until the end of her fifth year. Hermione had been stressed and so had Ginny. OWLS had proved to be very difficult, more so than she could ever believe. After a long day of studying, Ginny decided to plop down on the couch in the common room and relax. Hermione came downstairs a few minutes later and fell into a chair closest to the fire place, a few feet away from Ginny, she sighed and opened up a book.
Ginny watched her for awhile and spoke without thinking really,"Stressed? Do you need a back rub?" After she spoke, she began to mentally kick herself as Hermione looked up at her with those beautiful eyes of hers.
"That actually would be very nice." She said,"I've been so stressed lately, my muscles ache." She rolled her head from side to side, Ginny had to close her mouth to keep the flies from flying in.
She stood from her chair and walked across the room on rather unsteady legs and pushed Hermione's curly hair to the side. Hermione leaned forward, allowing her more room to move, and Ginny massaged her shoulders, moving back and forth and paying attention to the back of her neck, which made her lean her foreward and moan lightly.
Oh my god. Did I make her do that? Did I, Ginny Weasely make Hermione Granger moan? That sound was hot. Attractive. Ginny wanted to do that more often.
The book in her lap was closed now and Hermione leaned into her hands as Ginny continued to rub and roll her knuckles over sore spots, getting more moans of enjoyment for what she was doing.
Hermione turned around,"Ok, you're turn." she said and stood up, the forgotten book falling to the floor with a low thud.
"No, that's alright." Ginny said. She was suddenly beginning to get really nervous.
"Come on, sit down. It's only fair." Hermione seemed to be pleading with her. She was so cute when she did that. Ginny took a seat and slowly pulled her short red hair to one side of her face, giving Hermione plenty of room to work.
Hermione began slowly, at her shoulders and then moved to the middle around her neck. Ginny winced,"Ow." She said.
Hermione stopped suddenly,"Did I hurt you?"
"No. No. Just a sore spot right where your hands are." Your gracious hands. Please don't stop. Ginny pleaded, hoping that Hermione had ESP.
She began to move her hands again, paying attention to the sore spot right between her shoulder blades, moving slightly softer than before. Ginny leaned her head forward and moaned, just like Hermione had. She wanted, hoped she'd make her do that more often.
Gods, what had gotten into her? Not that she minded, she just wasn't used to thinking these things, thinking these things about her best friend. Little did she know, Hermione was feeling the same right. Thinking the same things, and wishing she had the guts to do something about it.