Hi, really sorry for the extremly late update guys, but yeah, school and life tend to get in the way of creativity. Stupid reality.
I was going to make this story slightly longer, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with it. Plus I like this ending better, my other one seemed to lead more to an unfinished story :P So here's a slightly longer chapter, and fluff ;)
Hermione groaned as her Saturday morning began with someone knocking on her door. Rolling over she buried her face into her pillow, trying to recover the sleep that had just been taken from her. The incessant banging was easy to tune out for Hermione but she couldn't find sleep again, the days back at school choosing to play over her mind instead. Hogwarts hadn't felt so cold and unfriendly since her first year before she had befriended Harry and Ron. Not that anyone else could see that. It was two weeks into term and everything was back to routine. Hermione was already half way through the term's work and all the teachers except for Snape were raving about her intelligence. The boys joked about her late night studying just before asking for help on their last minute homework. Even Ginny was talking to her again, which made her heart leap. The excitement didn't last long though as it was only small talk, enough to make up the facade of friendship that looked like nothing had changed over the holidays. But everything had changed. They were never alone when talking and Ginny never had time for Hermione when she asked to talk privately. Where ever Ginny went she was surrounded by an escort of friends, including a certain Ravenclaw boy that looked far too hopeful for Hermione's liking. Why did Ginny have to be so popular? The only time Hermione had come close to talking to her seriously was last night in the common room.
"Ginny! Please just wait a sec." Hermione had leapt up the moment Ginny had come through the portrait, blocking her immediate route to the dorms. Even in the dim wand light she had been studying in she could tell it was Ginny.
"Oh, Hermione." Ginny visibly jumped at seeing someone else in the common room so late. Obviously she hadn't been expecting to bump into anyone, let alone Hermione, "I'd love to talk Hermione, but it's late." She made to move past to her dorm but Hermione gently grasped her wrist.
"If not now, then when? You haven't given me a chance to talk and you can't pretend nothing happened. I'm sorry for what I said, I was just confused. I want my best friend back." Hermione verbally spewed, similar to what had got her in this mess in the first place.
"There's nothing to talk about, because nothing happened." Ginny said pulling herself away from Hermione's soft grasp. Her face was emotionless as she walked past the shocked Hermione and had nearly reached the stairs by the time Hermione shut her gaping mouth.
"Do you not care anymore, or did never care, were you just toying with me?" The words had come out harsher than she meant them but she was just so frustrated. When Ginny continued on without showing any sign of hearing Hermione she tried again.
"Do you regret it?" This time Ginny paused at the door and Hermione could hear the door handle shaking in her hand. It only lasted a second but it was the confirmation Hermione need that Ginny had heard her, and the words meant something.
The memory roused something in Hermione's chest, the same feeling that she had felt for the second Ginny had paused at the door. Ginny hadn't answered the question, so was that hope or despair she could feel gnawing at her heart?
Pulling the covers off her bed she blinked blearily into the morning light. It had temporarily gone quiet, whoever was at her door must have given up. As she got up and made her bed Hermione noticed a damp patch on her pillow. Gingerly she touched her cheek, only to confirm more tears had fallen without consent during her flashback.
"Um Hermione, it's me Ginny." A soft voice came from the other side of the wooden door. Hermione tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Or was that her heart leaping out of place as it always did around Ginny?
"Hang on." Hermione managed to splutter as she threw on a T-shirt. Reaching for pants she spoted her tearstained pillow and flipped it so it was dry side up. Drying her cheeks quickly she glanced round her Prefects room making sure there was nothing else incriminating lying around before opening the door.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Ginny asked, concern filling her green eyes as she noticed Hermione's red rimmed ones.
"No, I was um, reading." Hermione said unconvincingly as she gestured to a closed book sitting next to her bed. "Do you want to come in?" Ginny raised her eyebrow questioningly but didn't comment as she entered and sat down on Hermione's bed.
"I want to apologise for last night, and for everything really. I've been really unfair and maybe overreacted slightly." Ginny began as she offered Hermione a meek apologetic smile. "I was looking for someone to confide in and I didn't expect you to react like that and it hurt. But I was being unfair, I never actually planned to kiss you, it just kinda happened and I didn't think about how it affected you." She stopped for breath and looked up at Hermione hopefully. "Sorry for being such a cow."
A grin broke across Hermione's face as she hugged her friend. "It's ok, sorry for freaking out on you." She mumbled into Ginny's hair.
'"It's ok." Ginny said as she returned the hug just as tightly. Reluctantly Hermione pulled away from the warm embrace and looked Ginny in the eyes.
"I've had time to think everything over Ginny, and I kinda really like you." She bit down nervously on her lip, wanting to look anywhere but the beautiful girl in front of her but unable tear her eyes away from Ginny's wonderful brown ones. Ginny leaned forward, her eyes lowered to Hermione's lips. In Hermione's mind she could see the scene from about a month ago with both off them sitting on her bed in a different room. But this time wasn't like that scene, no doubts crowded Hermione's mind, no pesky reason to get in the way. Her emotions had made peace with her reason a while ago and this time she leaned forward as well to meet Ginny.
Ever since their first kiss the sensation of having Ginny so close and touching her had haunted her dreams, but even then, her mind couldn't recreate the perfection of Ginny's lips and their softness. Hermione sighed happily and the contact of their lips and started to move hers gently against Ginny's. One of Ginny's hand snaked its way around her back while the other tangled itself in her bushy hair. Ginny leaned forward trying to deepen the kiss, slipping her tongue into Hermione's mouth, not bothering to ask for permission first this time. Hermione let out a surprised noise at the intrusion but it soon transformed into a moan as Ginny's tongue skilfully toyed with her own. She could feel heat burning all along her skin as Ginny leaned forward even more, trying to push their bodies even closer, searching for more contact. Hermione's hands that had been resting on Ginny's hips flew back behind her to prop herself up as she lost her balance, falling back slightly. Ginny didn't back off though, attacking Hermione's mouth more ferociously than before, refusing to leave any part unexplored. When oxygen became an apparent essential again, she pulled back slightly, leaving just enough space between them for their panted breaths to escape. Hermione's arms were threatening to buckle, since she was now fully supporting Ginny who had planted herself firmly on top of her. Ginny's hair fell forward, tickling Hermione's face as well as her warm breath, a combination that Hermione found nearly as intoxicating as the kiss. A whimper escaped Hermione as Ginny slipped her hands under the bottom of her shirt, gently caressing her bare skin. More moans were muffled as Ginny lowered her lips back to Hermione's, this time taking her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled. Hermione's arms gave way completely and they both fell on her bed, still pressed as close together as possible. Soothing Hermione's lip with her tongue it was Ginny's turn to moan as her adventurous hands discovered Hermione didn't wear a bra to bed.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door. "Hermione, some first years are fighting over a chocolate frog card. Can you do your prefect thing and sort them out?" It was Harry.
"Sort it out yourself." Ginny replied frustrated at being interrupted.
''They're pulling out wands..." Harry said concerned.
"Give me a sec." Hermione said sighing as she tried to sit up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ginny asked, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Hermione gulped, the smaller girl having efficiently pinned her down without needing to use force.
"I'm a prefect Ginny I need to sort this kind of stuff out." Hermione pleaded. Ginny rolled her eyes and rolled off, leaving Hermione slightly disappointed.
"Don't take too long then." Ginny said smirking as Hermione got up.
Don't you hate those first years? :P Well I hoped you enjoyed this and thanks for reading, feel free to review. It only takes a few seconds of your life and makes a few of mine :D