Yeah, soo... I know it's been ages. First, there was May and school was hectic, I had a ton of things to finish up. When that was finally over, I realised I was caught in a pretty major writer's block and rewrote this chapter about a thousand times, but I'm still not satisfied with the result. Since a bunch of people had been asking about this chapter, I'm going to go ahead and put it up though, because it's probably not going to get better even if I try to rewrite it once more.
I hope you still find it enjoyable, and, as always, let me know what you think! I'd rather have negative feedback than no feedback at all. Bunny out :)

Looking up, Ginny could see a blue-clad figure leaning over her. It was saying something, but she couldn't make sense of the words. She did hear the voice though. It was a pretty, feminine voice. She knew that voice. If only she could remember from where...

The girl sat down next to her and helped herself to the Vodka, so Ginny took it she wasn't having such a blast at the party either. "'d' you find o-out that Draco and Zbiny are gay too?"

The girl in blue just looked at her in silence before taking another swig from the bottle. I take it that's a yes!

"Di-d youu like an' of deem?"

I mean, why would she get upset otherwise? Surely she had been hoping to get it on with one of the two hotties. She would have put as much into words but they didn't quite seem to obey her when coming out of her mouth.

"We-ell you sure arr pretty 'nuff for daat," she grinned at her. Even though her vision was blurring if she moved her head too quickly, she could still see the brunette quite clearly, and she was indeed a great beauty.

At that, the other girl giggled too and unfastened the mask that had been bothering her since she first put it on.

"Oh, this feels so much better," she sighed, putting it down beside the bottle.

"But no, they're both dicks. I'm just frustrated because everyone but me is hooking up," she said, a dark scowl taking place on her face. She didn't look as pretty anymore.

"Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles," Ginny softly told her and leaned forward to smooth out the creases that had appeared in the brunette's forehead.

The other girl's breath hitched as she did that, staring at her wide-eyed and finally, the redhead recognised her.

"Hermione," a surprised breath escaped her and not being able to look away, she slowly lowered her hand. "I... Didn't know it was you."

The slurring was gone from her voice, making it sound quite breathy as she said that.

Ginny had no idea what was happening, but never before had the Gryffindor looked so appealing. Her cheeks were flushed with blood and her lips painted pink, slightly parted to let her warm breath escape.

The redhead's brain completely shut down and before she was aware of what she was even doing, she leaned in and kissed those delectable lips.

Wow, she'd thought she'd drunk a lot, but that was before she sat down next to Ginny. The girl was so hammered she couldn't even form normal words anymore. Hermione herself was finding drinking to be quite a pleasant experience. The cocktails were blended so well you could barely taste the alcohol, so the gross taste was something she could count out. As for the feeling, she found the initial buzz and dulling down of her senses interesting, and she seemed to immediately become more communicative, which, as far as she was concerned, was a positive effect. But she also found that she would get much more affected by things.

Like Ginny's closeness, for example.

After taking off the mask that had been pressing into the tops of her cheeks the whole evening, she immediately felt more exposed, but the slightly uncomfortable feeling vanished when the redhead touched her. Her mask was still on, a charcoal-coloured masterpiece that went perfectly with her dress, both of which were surely borrowed from Pansy - it made the whole thing look just as surreal as the girl's touch on her face felt.

As the redhead leaned in close to her, her breath hitched and she could feel her cheeks reddening because only one thought was suddenly going through her head.

Please kiss me.

And almost like she could hear her thoughts, in the next moment, Ginny did.

Out of reflex, Hermione closed her eyes when their lips touched, but she felt like time itself had stopped still.

It was a tentative touch, barely more than a brush of lips against lips, like the redhead wanted to see her reaction before she did anything more.

Hermione, who had realised just a few seconds ago that she might have been craving this for a long time, could do nothing but bring her hands up to Ginny's shoulders slowly and respond to her exploring lips.

Very quickly, the kiss grew in intensity, the redhead having buried her hand in Hermione's messy hair and the brunette wrapping her hands around her neck in turn. Their tongues caressed each other, instead of battling for dominance, their teeth tugged on lips with passion, not aggression in mind.

Even though her partner's mask was beautiful, Hermione found that she desperately wished for it to come off and got rid of it as quickly as she could. Somehow, kissing Ginny while she was wearing a mask just didn't feel quite right.

As they broke apart for a few seconds, the younger of the pair rested her forehead against Hermione's.

"'Mione, what are we doing?"

There was fear in her voice, like she was scared of their actions, and yet her alto had a raspy tinge that spoke volumes of how much the redhead was enjoying their touches.

As Hermione felt a very similar mixture of feelings battling inside her as well, she could only say one thing.

"Only what feels right, Ginny."

This time the brunette initiated the kiss. It was slower, bursting with underlying feelings none of the two were aware of yet, especially in the intoxicated state the both of them were in.

Hermione might not have had much experience with physical affection with anyone, but she had read more than her fair share of romantic novels to have at least a bit of an idea what to do. She hadn't read any lesbian novels, obviously, but why not just try out the things the hero did to drive his lady wild? Books had not failed her before, why would they in this situation?

Pulling the younger girl closer to herself, she slowly kissed down her neck, stopping at the juncture with the shoulder to gently suck on the sensitive skin. Ginny let out a quiet moan that sent shivers of delight down her spine and she continued, getting less gentle and even throwing in a few nips.

The redhead, who had long since wrapped her hands around Hermione, couldn't believe what was happening to her body. She was feeling all these completely new sensations and her body felt like it was slowly being set ablaze. It was positively sinful and she wanted the brunette to feel at least as good.

Not really knowing what to do, she simply mimicked Hermione's actions from before and then followed the sighs the older girl produced. Any conscious thought was flung out the window as they lost themselves in each other and very soon, the brunette felt like they were entirely overdressed for the situation.

Standing up and catching herself with a hand on the wall as to not fall, she offered her free one to the flushed beauty still on the floor. "May I invite you into my chamber, gracious lady?"

"Why indeed you may, thank you." They giggled at one another and Ginny let out a surprised gasp as Hermione simply moved the heavy velvet to the side and suddenly, there was a door. They stepped through and the redhead took in the amazingly furnished room before her companion ran her hands down her sides slowly and took up all her attention. Hand stopping at the fastening of her bodice, she leaned in and whispered to the younger girl, her warm breath igniting the nerves of her neck and earlobe. "Do you want me to undress you, Ginny?"

Feeling incredibly hot just by hearing those words, she could do nothing but nod and her hands clenched into fists as Hermione slowly started undoing her corset. In contrast to a few hours before when Pansy had been doing the exact same thing, she felt no uneasiness, just anticipation and slight anxiety, but the overwhelming emotion was lust. She was pretty sure she had never wanted anyone more in her life than she did Hermione just now.

Finally, the last knot was undone and Ginny took a deep breath, letting her dress fall off her and pool at her feet. She stood in nothing but her lacy underwear in front of the other girl and slowly, she turned to face her.

The brunette's eyes were glazed over as she slowly took Ginny's perfect form in. It completely took her breath away and she couldn't help herself, pulling her in and into a heated kiss, their bodies melding into each other. While her hands tangled into the fiery tresses of Ginny's hair, the other girl's fingers found the clasps at the back of Hermione's own dress and undid them, finally letting it fall of when she opened the one around her neck and her hands stayed there too as they pressed themselves even closer to each other, desperate for skin on skin contact.

Continuing to make love to each other's mouth, they fell back on the luxurious bed that occupied a good portion of Hermione's room and lost themselves in each other.