Ginny woke up to light gently flooding her room when she realized she hadn't closed her beds curtains the night before. She moved to close the curtains, hopeful to get a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep when she finally noticed the small figure clutching her body.

Hermione

The events of last night flooded Ginny's mind instantly, and she was grateful to remember that nothing past some light kissing had occurred. Soothed by this, she opted to wandlessly close the curtains instead, hoping not to wake Hermione. But the abrupt change in lighting must have woken the witch, because her relaxed hold on Ginny stiffened in the now dark confines of her postered bed.

"Ginny…." Hermione said slowly, as if willing reality to be different.

"Umm good morning, Hermione," Ginny responded cautiously as she sat up in her bed.

"We didn't…"

"No, we didn't. Last I remember it was…um, the kiss, and then… well this?"

"Okay, right. Right…."

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ginny asked nervously, a pinch in her chest reminding her this was real, and suddenly not as happy a moment as she thought. Hermione considered this question for ages it felt, and Ginny wanted nothing more than to vomit on the floor beside her.

"Yes. I'm okay. I'm- I'm sorry I kissed you. I didn't ask, though I realize I should have... God, this is a mess."

"Hermione, it's okay, honestly. It was a good kiss, great even, please don't worry about me!" Ginny begged, last night had been all she could have hoped for, she didn't want the memory spoiled by Hermione's unnecessary guilt.

"Ginny, it's not you… it's everything. We didn't think about this at all! What will Harry think? And Ron? And your mother?"

"Harry has known that I've liked you for weeks, he's okay. Harry is always okay. As far as Ron and my Mum… well, I don't really care? You just wanted to try and date remember? Let us try, please?"

Ginny sat in the dark listening to Hermione's labored breathing as she seemed to try to talk herself down from the cliff she had climbed.

"Why did you kiss me?" Ginny asked after a moment, the safety of the darkness hiding her fear. Did Hermione not want this anymore? Ginny was drowning after last night, she couldn't accept this might be over before it even began. She wouldn't accept it.

"When Cedric kissed me… before… before I thought I might want to try dating in general. I wanted to just, date. I never got the chance to try dating before Ron, all I had ever known was Ron. And that night with Filch, it made me confused. God, I've been so confused. So I thought I might just need to try dating, you know? Maybe that's why I had been so out of sorts around you. So I asked Harry to set Cedric and I up, and he's fine, honestly. But then that night with the Veritaserum… I saw you. I had gotten a glimpse that night with Filch. You just looked… so beautiful. And then in the common room, you were so confident and unapologetic, and I SAW you. And I wanted to see all of you, every part of you, who you are. And it scared me. I was terrified. I had never considered I could… like girls? Maybe I should have realized it in hindsight…. Anyway, after the ball, when Cedric kissed me, it felt… dull. And I wanted more. I didn't want to settle. I wanted something that made me come alive, I had to know how it would feel with you. I had to know if it was all in my head," she said sagely, and Ginny could faintly see the girl pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, on edge as she poured out these revelations.

"Was it all in your head?" Ginny whispered, unsure if she wanted to know the answer at all.

"No."

Something inside Ginny broke, all the nerves and fears and uncertainty she had felt over the last few months was gone. It didn't matter anymore, none of it mattered except Hermione.

Ginny pushed herself off the bed and towards the outline of Hermione, pulling the girl into her. Ginny's lips found Hermione's, warm and soft and inviting, and she ran her tongue against her bottom lip desperate to feel Hermione return the kiss. Hermione, never one to be outdone, kissed Ginny with fervor, and Ginny could feel her head swimming.


Kissing Ginny was like taking her first breathe of air. Ginny was warm and sweet, and Hermione was on fire. She had never had a kiss like this, she wanted more, she demanded more. Hermione brought her hand up to Ginny's neck, noticing the wild pulse point before dragging her fingers through the girl's hair.

Ginny's tongue danced against Hermione's before she pulled away. Hermione was acting on instinct, intoxicated on all that was Ginny Weasley, she'd worry about all the complications later.

Ginny let out a soft whimper when Hermione's mouth left hers, but a deep moan came as Hermione's mouth latched on to that erratic pulse. She ran her tongue over the spot, eliciting another moan from Ginny as she gently pulled the skin between her teeth. Hermione was a woman starved after hearing Ginny's moan fill the air.

She hadn't been sure she was doing this right; she never did much beyond kissing with Ron, and his hands never strayed further than her back. Was Ginny enjoying herself?

Hermione felt a hand tentatively on her stomach, the warmth seeping through the thin cotton of her tank top. The warmth moved lower, and she could feel the pulse between her legs. With all the Gryffindor courage she could muster, she continued to press her mouth against Ginny's neck, letting her breathe guide her movements. Hermione continued to suck at her neck, before moving upward, nipping Ginny's ear delicately. Hermione decided she was done holding back with Ginny, done holding back at all, she wasn't going to be unsure, she was going to do what felt right.

She squeezed her hand that was still in Ginny's hair into a fist at the base of her skull, and gently pulled her head backwards, exposing even more delicious skin. Her other hand explored whatever skin she could find, her arms, her legs, everything.

But the insatiable desire Hermione was feeling kept growing as she fell deeper into Ginny. She pulled her lips from the girl's neck and kissed her mouth once again. Their tongues danced against each other, and Hermione let out a groan of approval as Ginny pulled her lower lip between her teeth, making her delirious.

Her hand found a soft spot on Ginny's thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles into the skin there while she savored the kiss. Ginny's hand left her stomach and moved up Hermione's arm and back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.

"More," she breathed into Ginny's mouth, a plea she desperately wanted answered.


Ginny couldn't believe this was real. She prayed this wasn't a cruel joke from her brain. She had thought about this moment so many times, fantasized about it, but this was better than she had ever expected.

She was forcing herself to hold back from overwhelming Hermione with all that she wanted. But she was losing control very quickly. Hermione's hands were dancing across her skin, and the temptation was too great. And the airy "more," Hermione breathed against her broke all her willpower.

Ginny pushed Hermione down against the bed, not letting her mouth leave hers once. Ginny was straddling Hermione's lower stomach now and was fully aware of how wet her knickers were in this position. She was burning up, and she wanted nothing more than to force the pleasure from Hermione's body, to hear just how loud she could make the witch.

She pulled away from Hermione, prepared to show her in kind just how wild she made Ginny feel. Ginny pushed her hands under Hermione's tank top, the soft skin begging her to explore every inch.

Ginny moved her hands up, closer and closer to the soft peaks that were pressed against Ginny's own breasts.

Her fingers grazed the underside of Hermione's breast, and Ginny had to fight the moan when she realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

Hermione whimpered underneath her, and nearly cried out when Ginny began to pepper her collarbone with kisses, licking and nipping at every inch of her exposed skin.

"Ginny," Hermione groaned as she pushed her hips up, and Ginny sucked onto Hermione's neck hard as the friction teased her throbbing core.

Ginny let her hands explore further now, and she rubber her thumb over Hermione's nipple, before pinching it softly. Hermione's breathing grew harder and Ginny wanted desperately to taste the witches breast, to pull the taut peak between her lips. But as Ginny moved to tease Hermione again, her fingers delicately moving across the hardened peak, her breath caught in her throat as she felt a hand move between her legs.

Ginny was shell shocked.

Hermione's hand pressed against the outside of Ginny's knickers nervously, and Ginny was grateful she hadn't worn any pants the night before, just the oversized shirt.

"So wet, want… you" Hermione breathed as she moved her palm over the damp cotton and Ginny was moaning again, begging for sweet release.

"Hermione, wanted this… for so long."

Ginny began to grind herself into Hermione's hand still outside her knickers, her breathing hitched every time her hand neared her clit. Ginny was nearing orgasm now, her head was swimming, but as Hermione moved to finally place her hand inside the fabric, to finally make contact with the wet folds, Ginny snapped out of the trance she was in.

"Mione, Mione, we should stop," she said forcefully, her breathing labored and hard.

"You want to stop?" Hermione asked in a dazed voice, just as surprised as Ginny had been.

"I don't want to, but we should. I don't want to rush into anything. I- I want to take you on a date. I want to do this right."

"Oh," Hermione responded, and Ginny could still hear the confusion that laced her tone.

"I'm sorry. I should have said something earlier. I just, don't want to mess this up. I want to do this properly, and I don't want you to have any regrets."

"Regrets. Right…" Hermione said as her breathing was finally evening out. "Um, so, are we still on for Hogsmeade then? What does this make us?"

"I'm not going to make a decision for you.. but I'm yours. I'm all in with you."

"This will be a big deal you know?" Hermione asked her. "It'll be awkward to back out once we've started, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"This won't ruin us. Sure it may be awkward if it doesn't work out... but we can manage. You're Hermione Granger, you can conquer anything. How we act moving forward; it's entirely up to you."

"Right… um, what if we just… don't hide it from anyone in the castle? If anyone asks we can tell them we're seeing each other, but we don't need to make some sort of announcement, you know? …I'm nervous, honestly. But I'm not scared."

"We can do that, whatever you want. We'll just… see what happens?"

"Yes… I just- I don't know if I'm ready for Ron to know, or your Mum. Is that alright?" she asked nervously.

"Of course it's alright! Ron can be a right git, and after the Triwizard Tournament I don't really blame you for being nervous about Mum… it'll be alright. We'll figure it out."

"Right…"

"It'll be okay, Mione. I've waited forever for you, I'm going to make sure everything is perfect. I'm ready do to anything for this," Ginny declared before placing a tender kiss against Hermione's temple.

She had never been more certain of anything, all Ginny knew was that she'd find anyway to be with the witch, not even her brother or mother could stand in her way.