Ginny had fallen asleep in the chair, she didn't know what time but now as the backdoor in the kitchen closed with a muffled bang she stirred. Blinking rapidly Ginny sat up straighter in the cushioned chair. She was disoriented a minute before she realized she was at the Burrow in the living room. She could hear voices coming from the kitchen, two of them. Getting out of the chair Ginny moved to the edge of the doorway so she could not be seen.

'It sounds like…' she thought then stopped herself.

It was Hermione and Ron back from their date. Ginny looked at the wall, remembered which clock that was then looked in the corner at the real time. It was nearly two in the morning. Why were they back so late?

"Quiet Ron!" She heard Hermione hiss. "You're going to wake- stop it." She giggled.

"Don't worry, they have to sleep through the ghoul they won't hear us."

She giggled again and Ginny heard muffled sounds. She heard them bump against the table in the kitchen, something metal rattled.

'I don't want to hear this…' Ginny though franticly, feeling her stomach churn. 'I can't hear this, I can't take this.'

She didn't know how to escape. The only way out of the living room was through the kitchen.

"Ron…" Hermione said softly, her tone different.

Ron whispered something Ginny could not hear. Hermione's very female voice laughed again only this time in a lustful manner.

"Oh no…" Ginny barely said, her hand over her mouth.

Her heart was pounding and it felt like wind was rushing by her ears. This could not be happening. She had to get out of there somehow. She could not listen to her brother whispering and touching the object of her desire. In her head she could see all too clearly Ron's arms around Hermione's body, the two of them pressed against each other. Ginny felt herself gag at the thought and she worried she might actually throw up on the floor.

"Oh…. Ron…."

Hermione sounded so wonderful. She sounded unguarded and breathless in a way that Ginny never heard. Ginny wanted to be the one making those sounds but it wasn't her. Her brother was touching Hermione. Ginny was shaking. She had to get out.

"Ow!"

A crash and a yelp made Ginny jump in surprise and hit her head against the hanging shelf above her.

She couldn't help but cry out and hold a hand against her temble.

"Ron!" Hermione said, louder than she had been.

"Oh shite…." Ron was saying.

It sounded to Ginny like they had knocked over the table.

"My ars-" Ron started.

"Quiet!" Hermione hissed.

It was suddenly silent. All three of them were holding their breath. Now could be the time for Ginny to get away. Would someone come down and she could escape? The whole house seemed to be waiting but nothing stirred.

"I can't believe no one woke up…" Hermione said with a slight scoff.

"Oh, I bet they did and are just waiting for us to come up so they can laugh." Ron muttered.

"Really, Ron." Hermione chided him in her professor voice.

"Fuck…" Ginny muttered.

Why did she have to fall asleep downstairs?

Suddenly Ginny decided to be daring and peeked around the edge of the door frame. The table had been pushed back against the sink and on the floor were Ron and Hermione. Hermione was on her knees leaning over Ron, checking the side of his head. Ginny could see that Hermione's top was mostly unbuttoned, revealing the pale curve of cleavage coming out of a light pink bra.

Ginny felt a twitch in her and she wiped her head back around into the living room so fast her head banged against the wall.

"Did you hear that?" Hermione said, a second after.

'Oh fuck oh fuckfuckfuckshitefuck!' Ginny thought and she looked frantically around.

There was a window against the far wall. Without even thinking Ginny bolted over to the wall, wrenched the latch open, pushed the window up and climbed out slamming it closed behind her in one motion. Hitting the ground hard the first thing Ginny noticed was that she had no shoes on and the second was that it had rained while she was asleep. Slipping in the grass Ginny fell catching herself just in time with her hands. Cursing she hoped up to her feet and ran along the edge of the house, stopping just around the corner and dropping to her knees.

'I just climbed out the window out of my own house…' Ginny thought, panting. 'I just climbed out the damn window…'

For awhile Ginny just sat listening while her breathed in and out. She didn't hear anyone open the window on the other side of the house; there were only night sounds around. Looking down at her hands now Ginny saw scratches on her palm. Hopefully her pants had protected her knees but it didn't feel like it.

Why did she keep running like this? Why couldn't she just come out and laugh at them for getting caught, have a nice joke about it? Why did she have to feel this longing to be the one touching Hermione not Ron? She had wanted to be the one on the floor underneath Hermione's inspection. Ginny wanted to be the one that kissed Hermione and made her moan. She wanted to feel Hermione's hand on her breasts, her legs, her…

Ginny shook her head sharply. Hermione was dating her brother and that was it. She had to stop being ridiculous like this.

Standing up Ginny wiped her hands on the back of her pants. Going to the back of the house Ginny found the rope ladder that Fred and George had used to sneak out before they could get to their brooms. She pulled the string hidden in the branches of the tree that released it. She climbed up and into the twins' old room.

Once back in her own room Ginny sat on her bed staring at the wall. She couldn't hear Hermione and Ron downstairs. Nonetheless as glad as she was to be away a twisted part in her head said, 'go down and listen.'