Wow! Six reviews in one single day, all of them positive! Thank you, everyone! I feel so shiny. Maybe I should start writing more.

To j0: Sanaz is definitely not a self-insertion. I have brown hair, I'm absolutely silent, and I haven't blabbed my orientation out to anyone except to Pete when he tried to kiss me…but that's a different story that I am not going to go into…

To Jezebel: The goddess of Hermione/Ginny fics likes my stuff? Wowzas! Again, I feel shiny!

Ahem.

Chapter two is HERE.

Hermione sat in the emptied common room after dinner. She had finished the rough sketch of the nude Ginny and was now flipping through her Ancient Runes text (which her sketchbook was under), attempting to find wyrd's symbol. She was pretty sure it was just a blank tile, but better safe than sor—

Light-brown hands grabbed her neck. "Hello, Brit-girl!"

"Yipe!" Hermione sprang off of the couch. "Don't do that to people!"

Sanaz flashed her patented Annoy the Hell Out Of You Grin. "Why not?"

"Because…because…because it's just really damn annoying, that's why!" Hermione snapped, sitting back down and resuming her place. She was right, wyrd was just a blank tile. Pronounced "weird," or "Sanaz."

"So…were you willing to take up on my offer?" Sanaz oozed, taking a notebook out of her bag.

"What offer?" shot Hermione, wishing she'd go away.

"Good fuck whenever you w—ark!" Hermione had pushed the Runes textbook in front of her head. "Why did you do that?"

"Because in this school, it's not exactly smart to go offering lesbian prostitution to the school bookworm with a history of tattletale-ing, okay!"

"But the school bookworm might accept it," purred Sanaz, pushing the book away, "so there's no trouble."

Hermione was getting fed up. "Look, Sanaz, I don't want—"

"You'd put out if I was that little Weasley girl," Sanaz suddenly hissed genially, grabbing Hermione's shoulders. "I saw you drawing her. I saw the way you looked at her. If her…why not me?"

"I don't know you!" Hermione cried. She was beginning to get scared.

"Neither do I, and yet…" Sanaz leaned forward and grinned savagely, a grin that frightened Hermione to the extreme. "I dated a girl for three years. She was a model and training to be an actress and she got a part in a movie with Orlando Bloom. I felt something for her, but it's nothing what I feel for you after six hours. It's like Romeo and Juliet. Come to the balcony, baby."

"Sanaz—please don't…" The light-brown hands were pushing up the top of her uniform.

"You're so beautiful," Sanaz breathed, and pressed down to kiss Hermione.

There was a muffled saying of the password outside, and the portrait began to creak. Sanaz immediately shot up and rearranged her clothes.

"Thanks for the homework help," she said suavely as Ginny walked in. "I gotta go, sorry, Ron wanted to see me about something." She picked up her bag and sauntered toward the portrait hole, giving Ginny one of her savage grins as she walked out. Ginny returned the smile uncertainly.

Hermione stared at nothing. That was scary. If Sanaz had been a boy, Hermione probably would have gotten forcibly impregnated.

"You seem spazzed," Ginny commented, sitting next to her on the couch and spreading out her History of Magic essay.

"A minute alone with that nutjob will do that to you," mumbled Hermione.

"Yeah, I know. She's so wired! I think she's on drugs."

"I wouldn't be surprised." A side effect of drugs is absolute horniness, right?

Ginny sighed and swept her hair out of the way. "Sorry to be asking you this…but can you help me with my History of Magic essay?"

"Oh, sure." Gratified that the conversation was drawn away from Sanaz, Hermione picked up her runes text and put it away, then began to root about for her History of Magic notebook.

Ginny looked at the notebook under the Runes textbook. "Hey, what's this? I've never seen a dirty book of yours."

"Oh…oh…it's—" Hermione gabbled, but Ginny had already picked it up and was leafing through it.

"These are awesome, Hermione! I never knew you were an artist! This one of Harry just rocks…and here's Ron…and here's…" She paused at one page. "Who's—oh—"

Her face turned crimson, then white.

Hermione dropped her books and ran for her dorm.

If you're wondering why this is short and took so long…I actually wrote about a zillion pages, realized it was crap, went on vacation in Toledo, and then came back, deleted the bad parts, and began to organize the stuff into chapters. I'll try to update in a more timely fashion next time…promise!