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Hermione paused for an instant, overwhelmed by the thought of what would happen when she followed Ginny into the empty room. The pull she felt was irresistible and her instant of doubt slipped away as she rushed through the open door.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, glaring at the flushed redhead.
"You damn well know what I'm doing. You were there that night every bit as much as I was, and you felt it too."
"Felt what?" Hermione snapped, turning to leave.
"This." And Ginny threw herself into Hermione's awkward embrace, planting a clumsily passionate kiss on her lips, grazing the nape of her neck with sharp little teeth.
Hermione pulled away. "Ginny, I'm sorry. I think there's been a terrible misunderstanding. I'm not… like that."
"Neither am I." Ginny folded her arms across her chest and fixed Hermione with a stubborn glare.
"Then why did you just kiss me?"
"Look, we need to practice, don't we? So we can do it right when we kiss real boys?" Her freckled face was unreadable.
Slowly Hermione nodded. "Yes, I suppose we do. And practicing doesn't count."
"Of course not. I just need someone who can give me an honest opinion, to get a better feel for things." During this time the two girls had unintentionally drawn closer to one another. Now they stood a foot apart. Slowly, Ginny leaned forward, eyes cinched shut and lips lightly puckered. She was stunned when she felt Hermione's mouth brushing lightly against her own. The contact left the skin that had touched tingling and warm. The kiss was over before it had fully begun.
"Was that good?" Hermione asked, anxiously.
"I'm not sure," Ginny breathed, "maybe you should try it again."
She was shocked by how readily Hermione leaned toward her, lips grazing over lips again and again until they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless.
"Am I doing it right?" Ginny wondered if Hermione could possibly be genuinely worried. Heart racing and head spinning, she nodded. After a short pause, Hermione spoke again, her voice tiny in the silence of the large and vacant room.
"Do you think, maybe, we should try some other stuff too, just in case?"
"We could if you want to, since it doesn't really count. That way you can impress Krum or something."
Hermione let out a nervous giggle. "I don't think Viktor is really my type after all."
"I thought he might not be." Their bodies had drawn closer again, moved by a strange gravitational pull.
"What do you think we should practice?"
Ginny shuddered with anticipation. "I think," she said, trying to appear contemplative, "boys like to have their necks kissed."
"Okay. Who should do it first?"
"You can go first. I'll be the boy." Ginny smiled and closed her eyes, lifting her hair back and tilting her head to reveal the constellations of freckles scattered across her neck. Hermione leaned forward, letting her hot breath flutter over Ginny's earlobe before using her tongue to wind delicate patterns down the exposed skin, stopping at Ginny's collarbone to inhale her intoxicating scent. Tonight she smelled like fire, like she had sat beside a pile of burning leaves in the foggy smoke that mingled with the crisp air of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione found the mental image of a delicate pink flush splashed across Ginny's pale skin in the frigid first days of spring terribly distracting.
Ginny's body had arched forward, pressing toward the warmth of the other girl. As the contact ceased her body cried out in disdain, instantly mourning the loss of a newly discovered bliss.
"That was good," she whispered, "but I think it's better like this." And she dove forward, nuzzling bushy chestnut strands out of the way and scraping her teeth over the exposed skin. Hermione gasped and Ginny pulled away.
"Did I hurt you?" her voice was tense.
"No," Hermione said, "I think that way feels good too. Should I try it on you?"
Ginny nodded, and as Hermione fiercely devoured the tastes hidden in every inch of exposed skin, all pretense of experimental practice was lost completely. Their mouths locked together and Hermione slammed Ginny against the wall, thrusting a thigh between the other girl's legs and grinding her hips into Ginny's. The feeling of the heat on her leg, the moisture against her jeans, pushed the lightness that had been building in the pit of Hermione's stomach to a level that caused it to explode through her body. And she couldn't stop herself, thrusting against her best friend's leg with uninhibited urgency until her head fell forward and a low moan crept through her lips. She could feel Ginny pulsing against her thigh, body shuddering in ecstasy.
And when the moment had passed, Ginny and Hermione, faces dewy with sweat, reluctantly disentangled themselves and turned to leave the room. Hermione stopped Ginny as they reached the damaged door, staring seriously into the younger girl's flushed face.
"What just happened- that was only practice, right?"
"Definitely."
"And because it doesn't count, we don't have to tell anyone?"
"We can't talk about something that didn't really happen."
They shared a nervous smile and walked back to the common room in silence.
A/N: For right now my homepage will have the next chapter of each story posted early.