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About Last Night	By : Hermoginny Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Ginny Views: 15670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1:00 pm
"Didn't want to stick around for the Weasley showdown? I thought you could use an ear, or a shoulder."
Hermione smiled sheepishly and allowed Harry to wheel her out of the Great Hall and down the steps. He directed her to a little copse of trees by the lake and allowed her a few moments of silence before asking gently,
"Do you want to talk about it, 'Mione?" She looked gratefully into his bright green eyes.
"Yes. No. I don't know. Oh Harry, I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Nothing like this has ever happened to me."
"You've never..." Harry searched for the right words before Hermione interjected.
"Fallen in love with a girl before?"
"You're in love with her then, are you?" Harry managed to keep his voice steady.
"Oh I don't know Harry. I just don't know anything. Everything was so simple before: thinking I fancied Ron the clueless wonder, not worrying about what would happen if we actually - well, you know - because it was never really going to happen... and Ginny was just my best friend, his little sister.
And now she's Ginny. Gorgeous, funny, charismatic, talented Ginny, who I can't even look at without having to catch my breath... and I can't look at Ron at all."
"You never felt this way about Ron?"
"I've never felt this way about anybody! It's like an addiction Harry, just her scent draws me in like a summoning charm. When she's near me, I can't think of anything or anyone else and Gods, when she touches me, or kisses me, or gives me that look; I just melt into her like potion in a hot cauldron. I can feel her everywhere in my body - especially, you know, there." She blushed and quickly tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Have you ever felt that way about anyone, Harry?"
"Well, once, yeah..." it was Harry's turn to blush.
"With Cho?" Hermione replied conversationally.
"Well, no. Erm, about Ginny, actually," Harry muttered, casting his eyes out over the lake.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have let me go on like that! So tactless of me, I'm no better than Ron really," she finished apologetically.
"No, don't feel badly Hermione. It seems that I either missed my opportunity, or I didn't have one in the first place."
They shared a moment of self-conscious silence before Harry championed onward.
"So what are you going to do now? Are you going to keep seeing her?"
"No, I don't think so. No. I can't."
"Does Ginny know that?"
"Yes. Well, sort of. I mean I told her before class earlier that we can't go on with it any longer."
"Does she know that? I'm only asking because at lunch she seemed rather, let's say, affectionate."
"Oh Merlin, I'm so embarrassed. Was it that obvious? Everyone must know by now, mustn't they?"
"I don't think so. I know to look for it now is all. I imagine there've been a hundred little things I could've picked up on earlier... but I didn't, because I wasn't looking for them. I think people tend to see what they expect." There was a small note of self-deprecation in his voice.
"I also think that if you expect something to be horrible - like you and Ginny being together around other people - then it will probably be horrible. But if you expect it to be good, well... then, it might be really good. It might even be kind of great."
Hermione's heart was full of gratitude for Harry's unflinching support. "When did you get to be so sensible, Harry?"
"Must be from all the time I've spent with Professor Trelawney," Harry jested with a sideways smile at Hermione. "For instance, I always knew you were too smart to spend all your time hanging around with Ron and I. Now I see that you've been living a whole other life on the sidelines while we've been obsessing over Quidditch.
I wonder how Ginny manages to do both?" he posed the question with a tone of mock-sincerity.
Hermione smiled appreciatively. Harry's reaction was the antithesis of Ron's; and the best she could have hoped for. Better, even. Here was her best friend, not only accepting her, but actively encouraging her to go after the girl they both loved.
For a moment she felt a small bubble of hope beginning to rise in her chest, and her thoughts drifted gaily back to hours spent buried in soft, freckled skin and long, lustrous red hair.
But the memory of another head of red hair staring transfixedly at her with horror in his eyes came crashing down and burst her burgeoning bubble where it rose.
"But Harry, even if I haven't ruined it with Ginny, and she did want to, you know, be together" she said, coloring slightly, "What about Ron? You didn't see him last night..." she shuddered at the recollection. "He'll never accept us, and you know how horrible he can be. I can't have Ron hate me - or, at least not anymore than he already does," she finished miserably.
Hermione slumped forward and dropped her face into her hands, occasioning Harry to run one hand along her shoulders and pull her into his chest.
"Don't worry about what Ron thinks." A small, muffled burst of laughter came up from his robes.
"I don't mean that it's going to be easy - you're not wrong: from the earful I got last night he is probably going to be pretty skeeved off about this for a while... But what's done is done, and he's going to be horrible either way. So what it really comes down to is whether you rather deal with Ron and lose what you've got with Ginny at the same time, or deal with Ron while licking your wounds with one of the best-looking, most interesting girls in the whole school?"
"Well when you put it like that..." Hermione shifted her head a little to rest it on Harry's left shoulder. "She really is something, isn't she? Outgoing and athletic but also so intelligent - and the things she can do with her hands, if dexterity is what makes a great seeker then she'll play for the Pros without question - "
Hermione's eyes had lifted alongside her spirits and met with Harry's suddenly wistful expression. She stopped short, and said in a sympathetic voice, "But what about you in all this, Harry? My happiness is no triumph if it comes at your expense."
His face took on an expression between a shrug and a grimace. "Don't worry about me, Hermione. Afterall, I'm The Boy Who Lived, remember? If I've made it through four - or is it five now? - attempts on my life, I think I can survive this.
No guarantees, mind you," he glanced sidelong at her and smiled his slightly-crooked smile.
"I love you, Harry; I hope you know that. Meeting you is one of the most important things that has ever happened to me: it's changed my life."
"I hope you mean that as 'friends'," he grinned as he teased her. "Otherwise the four of us are going to be all-mixed up over each other in every way possible - except me wanting to snog Ron, that is."
"Or Ron wanting to snog you," Hermione quipped back.
"D'you know, I think the person who would have the hardest time with that is still Ron." They both smiled and Harry squeezed Hermione's shoulder affectionately. "I love you too, Hermione. Even if you have been snogging my would-be-girlfriend."
At this, Hermione couldn't help remembering a hundred exquisite little details involved in snogging Ginny, and she let her mind wander freely among them as they walked back into the castle.
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