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The Secret Heartache of Hermione Granger

Chapter One

By darthelwig

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Rated R for future chapters! This story contains sexuality,
people!

This is a Hermione/Ginny story. It�s not my usual fare, but
I decided to see if I could write it. Hopefully it turned out okay.

I do not own Harry Potter or make any money off this story.
I am just playing in J.K. Rowling�s world for a little while.

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�How dare he?� Hermione ranted as she stormed
into Ginny�s room in the burrow, slamming the door behind her. Ginny nearly
jumped out of her skin at the noise but watched quietly as her friend threw
herself down on the other bed and hugged the pillow to her face. Ginny had no
doubt what this was about. Hermione and Ron had been fighting nearly every day
since she had come to stay with them this summer. They seemed to disagree on
everything.

�What
happened?� she asked.

�Who does
he think he is?� Hermione said shrilly, her voice raising an octave. She sat up
on the bed, pulling the pillow into her lap. She was nearly shaking with rage.
Ginny just sat there scrutinizing her, waiting for the explanation.

�Ron says I
can�t play Quidditch with the boys since I obviously
hate the game and probably can�t even
play. And do you know what his reason
is? Because I�m a girl! Angelina plays Quidditch! Alicia plays Quidditch! Even Katie plays Quidditch! But no, not
Hermione Granger! She can�t play
Quidditch! Well, you know something? I don�t even want to play with them! I�d rather be with people who appreciate me!� Hermione had worked
herself into a towering temper by now. Her face was flushed and her breathing
was shallow and quick. Ginny imagined that her friend would look something like
this when she was engulfed by passion, and the very thought wnougnough to send
her mind spinning into territory that she wasn�t quite ready to deal with. Not
with the object of her desire sitting right there looking at her.

Ginny
cleared her throat and tried to sound as comforting as possible, even though
she knew that Hermione didn�t really want to play Quidditch. She just wanted to
be included. Ron was an idiot in Ginny�s opinion. How could he not notice this
girl who was right under his nose? It was obvious to everyone that Hermione fancied him, but he was too dense to act on
it. For her part, Ginny was grateful. It would be too strange for her to see
them together, especially now that her crush on Harry had faded and she herself
was developing feelings for Hermione.

�Well,� she
said, �Ron can be an idiot, you know. He�ll learn eventually. Besides, did you really want to play with them?�

Hermione
sighed, hugging the pillow tighter.

�No,� she
said softly, the anger fading somewhat. �I just wish he would notice me, you
know? But he never sees me. I mean,
what do I have to do? I�m no Fleur.
Boys don�t chase after me. But we�ve been friends all this time� Why doesn�t he
make a move? I thought he liked me.
Was I wrong?�

Hermione looked
so forlorn that Ginny had to take pity on her.

�Well, he
does notice you. He just doesn�t know how to say it. I know he likes you,
though.�

�Well, what
is he waiting for, an invitation?�

�I don�t
know.�

�I wish
someone else was interested in me. Maybe if he knew that I wasn�t going to wait
around forever he would finally do something. If Victor were here, that might
change things. He�s not, though, and no one at school sees me like that.�

�I wouldn�t
say no one,� Ginny murmured, thinking
her friend wouldn�t hear her. Luck was against her, though, and Hermione was
looking at her with renewed interest.

�Someone at
school likes me?� she asked incredulously. Ginny could feel the blush creeping
up her cheeks and knew she was turning three shades of red, but there was no
hiding now. Hermione was the most stubborn person she had ever known, and she
was going to have her answer, whether Ginny liked it or not.

�Who is
it?� Hermione asked, leaning forward anxiously. Ginny cringed, but couldn�t
speak.

Hermione
moved over to Ginny�s bed, sitting next to her. She put her hand on Ginny�s
shoulder, wanting to plead felp elp but unable to do so. Instead, she let her
eyes do the talking, knowing her friend would see the need in them and trusting
her to respond. If there was one person who was always straight and honest with
her, it was Ginny Weasley.

Ginny
looked into her friend�s eyes, so close to her own. Lots of people couldn�t
look past Hermione�s bushy hair to see the girl under it, but Ginny did. She
thought Hermione was beautiful, and her friend�s eyes had always been one of
her favorite features. How could she resist the pleading there? Hermione was in
pain and she had to help if she could. She gathered her courage and dove in.

�Me,� Ginny
murmured, finally letting Hermione see the longing she had so carefully hidden
from everyone. She could see the shock on the girl�s face and prayed that the
letdown would be quick so she could move on and pick up the last shreds of her
dignity.

Hermione
was surprised by Ginny�s revelation, but not averse to it. She had never
considered her friend in that light before, and she realized she had done the
same thing to Ginny that Ron had done to her for the first few years of their
relationship. How could she be so stupid?

She
wondered what it would be like to kiss Ginny. She was a beautiful young girl,
with a wonderful mind and a bold spirit. She had always liked her. Was she
attracted to her?

She looked
at Ginny with eyes newly opened and discovered that she liked what she saw.
Ginny�s red hair was long and sleek, framing her face in a halo of fire. Her
skin was creamy and smooth, with scattered freckles that served only to draw
one�s attention to her eyes, which gleamed with intelligence and warmth. She
found herself leaning in closer and was only pleasantly surprised when their
lips met in a soft, tender kiss. She didn�t pull away, but let their faces
remain where they were, their breaths mingling in an intimacy previously
unknown to both of them.

Ginny was
amazed by what was happening. Was Hermione really kissing her? Were those
Hermione�s lips so smooth and warm against her own? She was in heaven. She
closed her eyes, letting the sensations fill her, memorizing them. She wanted
this moment to last forever.

Hermione let
her own eyes drift shut, moving her lips slowly over Ginny�s. The feather-light
brush of their mouths was bliss. Ever so slowly, she deepened the kiss, letting
their passion build. Her tongue darted out to taste Ginny�s mouth, which
granted her access immediately. Their tongues met in an intricate dance,
learning each other, teasing each other. She was drunk on the honeyed nectar
that was Ginny Weasley.

A knock on
the door brought the moment to a crashing halt. They broke apart, both of them
flushed and breathless. Ginny fought to recover her equilibrium while Hermione
ran a shaky hand through her hair.

�Hermione,
I know you�re in there!� Ron yelled through the door. �Come on, don�t be mad!
You can play if you really want to!�

Hermione
looked at Ginny, at a loss for words, and Ginny made up her mind for her. She
stood up and walked to the door, throwing it open.

�She�ll be
out in a minute!� she said firmly before closing the door in her brother�s
face. She turned back to Hermione and took a deep, steadying breath.

�Look,� she
said, careful to keep her voice down. �You don�t have to say anything, okay? We
can pretend that never happened if you want. I�ll still be your friend.� She
didn�t want to say the words, but Hermione needed this. She needed the freedom
to make her own choice and she needed a friend she could trust.

Hermione
stared at Ginny for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. She needed
time to think abut what had happened. She couldn�t trust herself to say
anything right now. It was far better to go play that stupid game with Ron and
make up her mind later. She stood up to go and Ginny let her walk past, headed
out the door to join Ron.

Ginny
closed the door behind them and leaned against it, head down. What would happen
between them now was up to Hermione. She had let her know what was in her heart
and that was all she could do. She would have to trust Hermione with any future
they were to have.

For the
first time in her life, she hated her brother.
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