When Hermione reached the common room she found that most of the Gryffindor's had already retired there. But the party was far from over. Dean in all of his wisdom had managed to find a way to sneak in fire whiskey among other things, and so it was livelier here than anywhere else. As she had passed through the portrait whole she had felt a shiver run over her spine indicated she'd passed into a silenced area. As soon as she passed the barrier she was hit by the music and the loud chorus of everyone singing.

At first her Head Girl side kicked in and she'd been ready to stop the party dead in its tracks. Her eyes zeroed in on Dean and she stormed across the room towards him. He instantly spotted her and she could see the visible uneasiness that now radiated from him. He held his hands up in an 'I give in' gesture which would have been good if he didn't have a rather large bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Calm down Hermione, we just wanted some fun," he said as he back up against a wall trying to escape.

She planted herself in front of him and glared. In a flash she had snatched the bottle out of his hand and by this point most of the party had stopped to look at them. She glanced around the room at all the waiting faces and couldn't help but break into a smile.

In one swift motion Hermione lifted the bottle to her lips and downed a good portion of it. She heard everyone cheer around her and the music and laughter start up again.

"That a girl," Dean beamed as he slapped her on the back.

She smiled sweetly at him and grabbing his hand pulling him out to dance.

At first he just stood there a little dumbfounded, but as Hermione swayed happily to the music he couldn't help but watch her hips. She smiled again and this time he could see a wicked glint to her eye. She gulped down the last of the bottle throwing it aimlessly over her should and pulled him in close. He caught on straight away and gripped her hips tightly, which only made her grind into him even harder. The next thing Hermione knew she felt someone else's hands slip around her waist.

Looking over her shoulder her eyes locked with Seamus' and she smiled up at him. Both boys didn't seem to notice the other; instead they just proceeded to pull themselves in harder against her. She loved the attention, her old self would have been the one to break up a scene like this, but Harry had unleashed something in her. Something she could never share with him again and so why couldn't she have fun with it.

She felt Seamus' cool hands travel along the bare skin just below her top. Her top came to a slight point at the bottom; just enough to cover her belly button, but the material didn't cover most of her sides and back. She felt his hands slid over her waist and tuck themselves just under the point of her top. At the same time Dean's hands slid over her hips and down to her thighs, just short of resting on her butt. She smiled even wider at both of the boys and swayed her hips even deeper.

She could feel the feather kisses Seamus trailed along her neck and shoulders but she didn't care, she just pushed herself into it more. She wanted to be lost in this, wanted to feel something, anything but the pain of it not being Harry. Suddenly though she felt smaller hands grasp her by the arm and pull her away from the warmth of their bodies. They groaned at first but at the fire in Ginny's eyes stepped off without another word.

She didn't let go of Hermione until she had pulled her halfway up the stairs to the dormitories.

"What do you think your doing?" Ginny demanded as she planted her hands on her hips in a very Hermione esq. way.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at her stance, but at the same time she felt the slight numbing affect of how much whiskey she had downed. She didn't drink at all so any amount was enough to put her out for a count. The numbing effect of the drink seemed to wrap her mind in cotton wool and the last of her inhabitations disappeared.

"You now you look a lot like me when you do that," she said trying her hardest to keep her words un-slurred.

Ginny sighed deeply and grabbed her by the shoulders, "I take it that you've been drinking and I understand that but…" she didn't get to finish her sentence since Hermione had flung her hands off her.

She turned away from Ginny and sighed deeply, but as she thought more and more her anger rose. When she turned back around she was shaking she was so angry.

"No you don't understand Ginny and you never could. You get him, at the end of the day you get to hold him, kiss him, and let him feel love from you! You get to be the one to take care of him, be the one to share your life with him, while I'm left off to the side watching the bliss you both share."

"It doesn't have to be like that though."
Hermione laughed bitterly and locked eyes with Ginny, "Oh but it does. He can only have one of us and you got to him first," Hermione let out an anguished growl and pushed Ginny hard against the wall.

She gripped the other girl's shoulders and shoved her full pelt back against the stone brickwork. She didn't care if she'd hurt her at that point because she would hurt forever. She planted her hands either side of her to stop her escaping and leaned in so close that their breath mingled.

"You know the worse part is its you, if it had been any other I might have been able to at least have you. To loose myself in your eyes, and touch like I can no other."

She could tell Ginny didn't understand exactly what she was saying. Her sapphire eyes were clouded with confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice that was almost a whisper.

Hermione leaned in closer to her, her lips barely millimetres away from hers.

"Harry's not the only one who loves you you know."

She felt Ginny's gasp against her lips and smiled to herself. Somewhere in her mind a voice screamed to her that she was being crazy, that she would hate herself in the morning but she didn't care. It was all out now and she would never regret not telling them.

But what happened next definitely took her by surprise. She felt Ginny's hot hands suddenly grasp her hips, pulling her tightly against hers. The force slammed Hermione's lips into Ginny's in a rough kiss and to Hermione's surprise Ginny didn't pull away. Instead she deepened the kiss, tracing her tongue along Hermione's bottom lips begging for entrance, which she happily gave. Hermione's mouth was on fire as she pressed her heated lips against Ginny's. Her mind just wouldn't accept what was happening. She could understand Harry bending to her but not Ginny, Ginny was all pure and innocent, only thoughts of boys filling her head. But here she was running her small slender hands into Hermione's hair. She tangled her fingers around Hermione's long locks and pulled her in tighter. Hermione's hands found her waist easily and she pulled the other girl towards her.

For a split second Hermione worried about where they were, they were relatively out in the open, but she pushed all fears away. Ginny had stopped on one of the larger steps allowing them to talk, but it was also at the point were the stairs bent. They were draped in shadow so all anyone would see as they passed would be Hermione's back as she kissed someone. Someone that would be impossible to make out. With the new found security Hermione felt bolder, she pulled her lips away from Ginny's and ran fiery kisses along her neck line. Ginny threw her head back and moaned, setting Hermione's blood alight.

She slipped her hands from Ginny's waist and planted them firmly on her butt. Her lips went deeper, grazing the edges of her top and barely touching her breast. Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as Hermione worked and she just let herself go. She hadn't ever really thought of Hermione as more than a friend, she just wasn't interested in girls. But now as Hermione trailed heated kisses across her skin it felt too good to push her away. She didn't care who saw, anyone who told Harry would make his life. She pushed her hands deeper into her hair and found her shoulders. Running her finger tips over her shoulders she felt Hermione shiver against her. She pressed on and eventually found her hands caressing Hermione's breasts.

She felt Hermione smile against her neck and the next thing her lips were once again locked against Hermione's in a heated kiss. She felt the other girl tighten her grip on her butt and couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"You would not believe how hot that is," they heard someone whisper in a husky voice.

Their world was shattered then and they both flew apart, straightening their cloths and muttering excuses. But neither of them looked up to scared to see who had interrupted them. Suddenly though they both knew exactly who it was as he laughed.

"Harry!" Ginny whispered and grabbed his hand.

Before either Hermione or Harry knew what was happening Ginny had grabbed the both of them and pulled them up the rest of the stairs. It took Hermione a second to realise that she had shoved them into her room, but when she did she relaxed slightly knowing they wouldn't be disturbed there.

"So you two going to explain yourselves," Harry said around a fit of giggles that had now engulfed him.

"Harry James Potter, may I ask what you find so funny," Ginny demanded and he had the good grace to instantly shut up.

Harry ran his hand through his hair, leaving it messy as his hand dropped, making him look only the hotter. Hermione could feel her heart still beating with adrenalin from the stolen kiss and she couldn't help but feel her mind race at the sight of Harry.

Ginny sighed deeply and all of her anger fled her, she plonked her small frame down on the bedding box at the foot of the bed and locked Harry with her gaze.

"I don't think I owe you and explanation," she said perfectly calmly.

That sobered Harry up quickly, "well I think you do, after all you're my girlfriend and you were making out with my best friend."

Ginny laughed then causing both Hermione and Harry to jump, "you have some nerve Harry, since you were doing that exact thing yesterday and earlier. I'm not stupid I know what the two of you were up to."

Both of them suddenly bounded into apologies and explanations, both coming to a stop in front of Ginny, but still bombarding her.

She tried to stifle her laugh but she couldn't. It burst out causing the two of them to look at her like she'd gone crazy.

"I don't care," Harry looked at her confused but she could see the realisation in Hermione's hunny eyes.

"You set this all up, the back rub last night, forcing Harry to walk me in, all of it. But why?"

Hermione took up seat next to Ginny and Ginny smiled at her warmly as there eyes came into contact.

"I'm not a stupid girl Hermione, I've known how you felt about Harry for a long time," she turned her head slightly and took Harry in, "and I've known for a while now that Harry returned your feelings. I also know he loves me very much, but he loves you too."

She sighed and rose to her feet, walking away from the two of them. She ran her hands over her hips to steady her shaking fingers, pressing her palms that she knew were sweeting against the rough material of her pants.

When she turned back to look at Hermione and Harry they were both stood side by side smiling warmly at her.

"I wanted you to be together, but I don't want to loose Harry. But then tonight Hermione surprised me, I really never realised how you felt, I think if I did it would have made this easier."

She stepped forward and took both of their hands smiling, "I've resigned myself to sharing Harry, and you two just need to get with the programme."

She lent forward and grazed both of their cheeks with kisses, "the two of you really need to talk this through."

Before either of them could say anything she had disappeared leaving both of them rather dumbfounded.