This is going to be Hermione's POV. I hope you guys like it!
Yes, this was rated M at the beginning. I'm still not sure if I'll have an explicit scene in here yet. I'm leaning towards having one, but even if that was the case it wouldn't happen till probably towards the end of the story so the rating still may change.
Hermione led Ginny out of H&M with her mind reeling. Why is she here? How did she find me? What is she planning on doing….? Mindlessly, she walked to the nearest coffee shop which happened to be Starbucks. I'll go along with her now and see what she wants later I guess. She pulled open the door and let Ginny walk in first. Maybe she really does like me after all. Hermione couldn't help that tiny flicker of hope rise up inside her.
"Oh my gosh… It smells really good but I can't exactly say what smell that is!" Ginny gushed as she looked around the shop. I knew she would like this place. Hermione smiled tenderly in Ginny's direction. Ginny was completely oblivious to this as she tried to take in everything around her.
Hermione chuckled out loud. "Come on, let's get in line." Luckily for them, the line wasn't too long. "I think you'll really like their caramel macchiato." Ginny looked at her, confused, causing Hermione to laugh out loud. "Just trust me."
"I do, Hermione." Ginny replied sincerely. Hermione shifted on her feet. She got the feeling that Ginny wasn't just talking about coffee. She ordered for both of them, getting a passion fruit tea for herself and they quickly found seats. At first, Hermione chose a seat in the middle of the store surrounded by people but Ginny interjected. In the end, the two of them sat at a table at the back of the store. It gave a more secluded feeling that Hermione wasn't sure if she was comfortable with.
Despite desperately trying not to, Hermione's mind kept wondering if this is what a date with Ginny would be like. No, this isn't a date… she just came looking for me cause she's still my friend. I'm just introducing her to coffee... nothing else. Hermione's eyes drifted up and down Ginny's figure as she carefully took her first sip of coffee, appreciating what she saw. Flicking her eyes back up to Ginny's face, she saw it light up and a huge grin appeared.
"This is amazing!" Ginny exclaimed. "Man, they should have this stuff in the wizarding place."
"Shhh!" Hermione whispered, "We're in a muggle area, remember?"
"Oh... yea," Ginny replied. A blush crept up her face at her embarrassment. "That's kinda why I chose this place at the back of the store," she explained. "I wanted to ask you about what you were doing here."
Hermione could almost hear her heart sink. She wasn't here about my confession after all. I should have known. It was too good to be true. "What about it?" She asked with false cheeriness. What did I expect anyways…? I should be happy that she wanted to still be friends.
"Well," Ginny started. "Do you think you can do it? And how is it going to work?" Her fingers stroked the cup that she was holding.
Hermione caught herself staring at Ginny's fingers and forced them up to her face. "The theory in the book that I was reading says that if the memory is a prominent one and one that the person deemed really important, you cast this one spell on them and they will remember in about a week." She took a sip of her own drink. "If they don't remember, that means that memory wasn't important enough for them." She looked down at her hands that held the tea. Her face saddened. "I hope I'm important enough that they'll remember me…" She trailed off.
She felt a hand cover her own that was holding her cup of tea and looked up to see Ginny's sympathetic face. "It'll work out," Ginny said nodding. "I'm sure it will." She patted Hermione's hand and left it lingering there for a second longer before withdrawing it. Hermione's heartbeat sped up at the contact and she cursed herself for it.
I better get out of this situation before I do something I'll regret. Hermione abruptly stood, breaking contact from Ginny. "Well, I think it's about time to go back and get ready for tonight. They get off work in half an hour." Is that disappointment on Ginny's face? No way, must be my imagination. Ginny got up and followed Hermione out the crowded store. "I live at a hotel close by. My parents live around here too so I thought it'd be best to get one here. Where are you currently staying?"
Ginny sidestepped a person going the other way before answering. "Well, I was staying at an inn but it's a long taxi ride to get there."
Hermione looked at Ginny and smiled, "so you've been in a taxi, huh? What did you think?"
"Ugh! It was so confusing!" Ginny exclaimed as she recalled the event. "I even got into some random person's car thinking that was the taxi… Sooooo embarrassing!" Hermione chuckled.
They walked to another Marriot hotel and Hermione walked in through the revolving doors. Ginny followed behind, awed. Prolly cause the doors are turning on their own. Hermione smiled to herself. Briskly, she walked up to the front counter and waited for the receptionist to notice them. Ginny was in her own little world looking around the hotel at the escalators and elevators and pay phones that the hotel had.
"Do you have another single room open?" Hermione asked.
"Wait," Ginny said, snapping her head back to Hermione's. "Why don't we just share a room? It's cheaper that way isn't it?"
Yea… but there's only one bed…. "Um, yea, it's cheaper. Is there enough room though?" Omgosh… if we were to sleep in the same bed, I'd never be able to fall asleep!
But I'd get to sleep next to Ginny…
She doesn't think of you that way!
But that'd be my dream come true…
You don't want to scare her away!
"Of course! We're both small enough, we can both fit on the bed," Ginny explained, seemingly unaware of the battle going on inside Hermione's head.
She doesn't seem to care though. She's prolly thinking it'd be like the sleepovers we would have at her place. But we had separate beds even then. And she doesn't know all the thoughts that run through my head every night I spend with her. It's almost like torture.
Ginny took the initiative since Hermione was still deep in thought. "Forget what she said," Ginny told the receptionist. "I'll just share a room with her."
"Of course," the receptionist replied. "Have a pleasant stay."
Ginny dragged the speechless Hermione away from the counter. "Hey." She said. Hermione didn't hear her. "Ooooiiii!" She waved her hands in front of Hermione.
"Hmmm?" Hermione murmured, looking at her.
"Finally!" Ginny exclaimed. "So how do we get to your room?"
I guess I'll just have to go with this then. Hermione was torn between despair and happiness. It would be torture but at the same time pure bliss staying in the same room as Ginny. "Oh, we'll take the elevator to the fourth floor."
"The what?" Ginny asked, confused. Hermione merely chuckled and led her over to the elevators. Once they got to their room, Hermione set about picking out warmer wear for tonight. She wanted to be prepared for whatever happened. Ginny placed her one bag of clothes on the bed and sat down at the edge as she watched Hermione get ready.
After a couple minutes of silence, Ginny broke it. "You know, Hermione?"
"Yea?" Hermione said, distracted. "What is it, Ginny?"
There was a slight pause that caused Hermione to look back at Ginny, curious. "I'm not really here because I wanted to know about your parents." Ginny stood up and walked slowly over to Hermione. Her fingers drifted over the back of the chair as she walked past it. "The reason I'm here is because I needed to tell you that it wasn't all a joke."
Hermione's heart beat picked up. "Wh... What do you mean?" She asked nervously.
"That kiss, Hermione." Ginny replied. She now stood within arm's reach of Hermione. "I liked it. I'm sure now. I love you, Hermione." She reached out and pulled a stunned Hermione into a tight embrace. "I love you the way you love me." She glanced up at the older girl's face.
What? Did I just hear that? Is she serious? Hermione saw Ginny lean up closer to her. She said it last time too. But for her to go through all that trouble to find me… maybe she's serious after all. Ginny's face leaned even closer. Omgosh… I think she's gonna kiss me again. Ahh! I'm so happy I feel like I could die! No, wait… now's not the time. I don't know what to do. I'm totally unprepared for this. Hermione felt as if her heart would pound straight out of her chest. There was an ache there that she knew would go away the moment Ginny's lips were on hers. No, we have to talk about this more before I get into anything. I've just got to be sure or she will break my heart all over again and tear this flicker of hope away from me. I want to be sure before we do anything physical again.
With that mindset, Hermione pulled out of Ginny's grasp, leaving a confused and worried Ginny. "We've gotta go. My parents should be home now." She forced herself not to crease away the worry lines from Ginny and turned to leave. I'll explain to her after I deal with my parents. I want to talk when we aren't rushed for time…
She heard Ginny follow her silently out the hotel room and she set to her destination, eager to finish her task and have the talk with Ginny. Perhaps things were looking up after all. Hermione smiled as she walked. If Ginny's serious, maybe my dream will come true and we'll start dating!
Or she's still confused and we won't… A part of her seemed to refuse to believe that all this was happening. We'll just wait and see I guess. And if we DO get together, I'll make sure not to rush into anything that might scare her away. With that decided Hermione pushed those thoughts out of her mind and focused on her parents.
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I've got to say working with customers sometimes really brings down your mood. I had a lady today call me all sorts of things.. it got to a point where other customers told her she couldn't treat me like that because I was a human being too… She really shouldn't have said that but I'm glad other's would stand up for me like that when I couldn't myself.