Tell me if it was too confusing or anything. To clarify some points: This is in no way, shape or form a Hr/G story, though I do ship it and I'm not completely throwing away the idea. Ok now onto the chapter! Please Review!

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Chapter 4

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses

Dreams, Dreams…Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me…
It seems, it seems…That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too. – "Littlest Things" / Lily Allen

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[Ginny's POV]

The common room was deafening with the constant cheers of Gryffindors screaming their excitement at the match's results. On top of that it was stuffy and the air was clogged with the stench of alcohol and smoke from recently exploded firecrackers. But the high I was experiencing was unbelievable. We had bloody won! Beat Slytherin to that and Harry had seen me play. Seen me score goal after goal. Did he notice when I scored I searched for his face in the stands? Did he know I was playing my best so that he would feel supported and confident that his team was left in good hands? I smile to myself as I remember a particular goal but this smile soon turns into a scowl as I see hands grab my brother's shoulders and a feminine face squish their lips on top of his. I scrunch my nose up as I realize Lavender Brown as made contact with Ron's face. Harry walks over to me also watching the sight but his face is of laughter and happiness for his best friend. I decide to make conversation. As Ron leaves with Lavender in hand, I yell over the music. "Looks like he's eating her face doesn't it?"

"A bit, yes." he laughs. My stomach flips when he looks at me and pats my shoulder. "You were amazing today Ginny, there's no question. I was worried about the team but I know I can count on you." I stare into eyes as he says this heart soaring. His hand is still on my shoulder after he's finished talking and I look at it. It's not a huge hand I decide but it's bigger than mine. I examine his face and see the black circles under his eyes and the frown line developing on his forehead. I see the stress taking its toll on him and I feel bad. For one so young it's unfair he has this much pressure on his shoulders. He finally removes his hand and as soon as I feel the pressure leave I feel colder. He walks away receiving pats of approval from fellow Gryffindors and soon is eaten up by the crowd in front of me. I stare for a while at nothing in particular until I see a bushy brown head dart from the crowd and out of the tower. Instantly I know who it is. I take a sip of the drink in my head contemplating if I should go after her. It's been two months into semester and I've done my best to avoid her, removing all contact. But after this game I feel brave or braver then I have felt in a long time. I take another sip and decide tonight is the night I will approach her about our summer and clear the air. I move to leave but suddenly a rough hand is on my back.

Dean has wandered over. "Ginny, Ginny babe." he slurs. "Ginny babes, kiss me, give us a kiss," I scowl smelling the alcohol on his breath. "You're drunk." I say with distaste which he doesn't pick up on.

"Well I hope so!" He chuckles merrily. I pull away from his arm and shout to Seamus. "Oy, get him up to his bed he's had too much."

Seamus laughs as though it is funny that his best friend is completely smashed. "Come on lad, come on Deanie this way…" he cooes. "She'll kiss you in the wee morning I promise." I roll my eyes and take one final sip of my drink and move away from the crowd. I grab my cloak which is on a chair and still in my Quidditch robes exit the tower. The corridors are empty as it is quite late at night and many of the other houses with the exception of Slytherin are in this common room celebrating the game or getting an early start on weekend fun. I brush some hair out of my face and tug the cloak together around as I feel a draft hit my body as soon as I climb onto a moving staircase and wonder where Hermione has gone. My first guess is the library but it seems she was upset and didn't want to be seen. I think about places where she can go where no one will see her and it hits me. She's gone to the fifth floor. I ride the staircase to the fifth floor and jump off looking around to see if perhaps she is on her way back. No one is around so I continue walking down, careful not to disturb any of the sleeping portraits. I hate when they yell at me, especially when it's very quiet and then it comes at me randomly. It scares the Merlin out of me. Our old portrait comes into view, a painting of Athena, an old Greek God that is mentioned in many of our textbooks. I take my wand out and tap the top and bottom of the frame twice. It swings open and I step through.

And there she is head in her lap.

"He..hey," I say.

Hermione looked up a puzzled expression on her face. "...It's been...-

"I know almost two months into term…"

"So why…"

"-I don't know, I couldn't face you."

"It wasn't your faul-…"

-I know, I'm sorry…I…"

"Come here."

"I was... What?"

"Come here." Hermione repeats, her arms opening. I take a step closer not sure what she is intending to do with me. If she slaps me I will understand but I am not quite in the mood to be slapped. I approach her and she closes the distance with a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" I start to mumble the instant I can smell her hair.

"Shh. It's Ok." She seems to have been crying.

"Are you ok?" I say pulling back to examine her face closer.

She nods. "I just had to be alone by myself for a while. I've been working on those" She points to the ceiling and I notice a pair of canary birds circling the roof that I had not realized upon entering. I look back down to her and frown.

"Is this about Ron?" I ask in my best attempt to act like I don't care.

"Yes." she says slowly. "I think I've always liked him, but now it's deeper and I thought he liked me too, but then he goes and pulls a stunt like that."

I'm confused did she like him this past summer when she and I were together? How long has she liked him?

"I thought he was a phase." I blurt out rudely.

She stands up with an apologetic look on her face. "No we were a phase."

I chuckle. "Don't make me laugh. You enjoyed yourself."

She narrows her eyes but sighs. "I will admit it was a hell of ride but your mum was too much for me to handle. And she was so cruel to you Ginny about us, once she found out. We had to end it."

I look away my eyes starting to water. She has never loved me as I had loved her. I doubt she had ever gone that far as to love me.

"We didn't have to end it." I whisper. "You were just too afraid."

I begin to walk toward the exit regretting that I've now ended it worse than before. I am one foot away from the portrait when she calls out for me stop.

"I'm sorry." she states. "I'm sorry it ended like it did." I can hear her walking closer to me. She turns me over to face her. Her face is so close to mine.

I walk back over to where she had been sitting before and pull up a chair. "I came here to clear the air. I state looking anywhere but her. "I ended it badly and I want us to be at least on neutral terms." Hermione walks over nodding slowly. "You avoided me."

I don't say anything. I avoided her because looking at her, seeing her face makes me want to die sometimes. Knowing that we had been something, knowing what we had done, and then realizing we were not together. It was too much for me.

She doesn't say anything more so I look up. She's staring at me but it's a different kind of stare. It's a stare you sometimes give to a past love, a stare that is letting me know that she is remembering what I'm remembering. And even though I came in here to clear the air and even though she came in here to cry over a boy, and even though I hate her so much sometimes, I can still remember the way she tastes. I can still remember her sweet spots. She's so close and yet so far. My mind is bursting with memories. Memories I've tried so hard to keep locked away; Hermione in her bed, Hermione in the sunlight, Hermione and her sitting by the stream comfortable in each other's embraces. Her smell is was everywhere. I can't help myself. I can tell she's thinking the same thing.

She blinks and moves to touch my hair. As soon as she makes contact I close my eyes.

"You know I've missed your hair. Ron's is so short and he has this stubble…." she whispers.

My mind is racing with images of kissing Hermione in my room, kissing Hermione in the field near the Lovegoods' Tower, kissing her in an abandoned alley near The Leaky Cauldron, in the tool shed, lying her down in the middle of a field hidden by tall weeds nothing but the sun and the sky and just me and her. Just Hermione and Ginny

I can't help it anymore I close the gap and press my lips onto hers. They fit perfectly just like I knew they would. It's like we never broke up. She kisses me back and closes her eyes. As her eyes shut I feel tears fall onto my cheeks tears that are not mine. I wipe them off her face and gently pull away. Hermione doesn't open her eyes she holds her head for a second and then drops it, her shoulders beginning to quake.

"I've missed you so much." she says through gasps of breath. "So much and now it's like no time has passed. It's like its summer again and we're together again."

I feel my own tears state to form because I can understand the inner battle going on in her head the one that is telling her she has missed me so much and the one that is telling her it is wrong to like girls.

I move to say something but my lips are caught by hers and she pushes me on the floor pulling at my clothes. She has stopped crying now, her eyes only full of lust. I pull off her sweater as she straddles me and sit up dragging my nails down her back. She moans back arching and attacks my mouth again, pulling at my Chasers sweater. I help her and soon we are both naked from the torso up. I take control and push her down lying on top of her feeling our chests make contact. I drag kisses down her neck to her chest and take one of breasts into my mouth. She gasps as I bite and rolls her eyes back as I start to move down. My mouth passes her belly button just above her skirt when I stop.

Flashes of Hermione staring at Ron, at Fred, owling Krum, yelling at me for believing that she was cheating suddenly fill my mind, I remember rainy nights when Hermione has refused to meet up with me for fear of being seen. I remember waiting hours in the woods outside my house only to realize she has stayed in her room. I remember her standing there looking at me saying nothing as my mother screams and throws insult after insult at me. I remember her refusal to defend me, to have my back. All I can remember is her running back to harry and Ron. I remember her denying that she and I were ever together. All I can picture is being with her in the dark and never around anyone else. I was her dirty secret.

I look up at her, her face is hidden in her hands and her legs are spread without me even asking. When I don't continue she looks down at me and I am sitting up. I look around and find my sweater and robes. Her face falls.

"Where are you going?"

I stand up moving to leave.

"I didn't know we were done."

I put one hand on the portrait. "We're done." I say strongly and then I pull the frame open and step out.

I am feeling more free then I have in a long time.

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