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Hermione dreamt of Ginny that night, saw her face in the place of every boy she had ever thought she liked, the scenes replaying in her head until she woke up in a cold sweat.
"You alright?" Lavender murmured from the next bed.
"Yeah, fine." Hermione sighed, struggling to turn over while the sheets twisted around her body restrained her. "Weird dreams. Must've been something I ate." She regretted her choice of words immediately when her mind flooded with memories of the taste of Ginny's neck, the exquisite sensation of biting down on silky skin.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry gave her a searching look as she pushed around the eggs on her plate.
"Yeah, you haven't touched your breakfast!" Ron added through a mouthful of waffle, a tiny bead of syrup trickling down his chin.
"Gross, Ron." Ginny punched his shoulder playfully before flopping down on the bench beside him, appearing to be in rather high spirits. Ron smiled, wiping the syrup away with the back of his hand.
Hermione threw a napkin at his face, glad for the distraction and somehow feeling lighter after seeing that Ginny wasn't upset about the previous night's events. Maybe things could go back to normal between them…
Harry was still looking at her like she had grown a third eye. Desperate to keep the conversation headed in a safe direction, she joined Ginny in ridiculing her older brother.
"Seriously, you have the manners of a rabid troll."
Ron shot her a puzzled look. "What's a rabbit troll?"
Harry burst out laughing, and the two launched into a lengthy discussion of the more unusual dangers of the muggle world.
Hermione and Ginny couldn't stop stealing glances at each other, looking away before their eyes could meet. Lunch passed in much the same way, though aside from the occasional inquisitive glance from Lavender, no one seemed to notice.
Ginny was on her way to Charms after stuffing a very small lunch into a stomach infested with butterflies when a hand caught her arm just above the elbow, pulling her roughly into an unused corridor. Panicking, she pulled out her wand, pressing it to the attackers throat.
"It's just me!" Hermione hissed. The hot breath blowing across Ginny's ear caused her to shudder as she let out a sigh of relief. "Feeling a little jumpy, are we?"
"Sorry, Hermione. I had no idea it was you- you were just at lunch. How did you get here so fast? I didn't even know you knew I had Ch-" her words were muffled by the lips pressed against hers. She pulled away for an instant, "What if we get caught?"
"We won't." Hermione absentmindedly flicked her wand in the direction of the main hallway, Ginny saw an almost transparent wall shimmer into place, and after staring at it for a moment, realized that she couldn't see the students milling past on the other side.
Lips met lips again and again. Hermione pinned Ginny against the wall and their bodies slid slowly to the floor, becoming more and more intertwined in the process. Hermione pulled away.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, kissing."
"Yes, I think so." Ginny pressed forward, hungrily plunging her tongue into the depths of her friend's mouth. "Am I?" she panted in Hermione's ear.
Hermione nodded, brushing fiery hair aside with maddeningly gentle fingers, tracing constellations of freckles with her insatiable tongue.
They pressed together, and as Ginny felt the warmth building between her legs her eyes widened and she pulled out of Hermione's arms.
"I have to go! I'll be late!"
Hermione called her name as she dashed away, but Ginny wasn't stopping. Hermione slouched over, alone in the dimly lit unused corridor, holding her face in her hands and wishing her head would stop swimming.
At dinner that night, they did their best to pretend nothing had ever happened, though both found eating next to impossible.