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About Last Night	By : Hermoginny Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Ginny Views: 15660 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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10:00 am
Ginny turned a corner and her heat skipped a beat. Hermione was walking towards her with two large, heavy books clutched to her chest like liferafts. "Hey there 'Mione, fancy a jaunt to the Prefect's bath? I think I just saw Ronald headed that way, so now's the perfect time."
Hermione looked wildly around before scolding Ginny about conversing loudly in public places. "Relax," Ginny replied, "No one else could possibly know what we're talking about, and I've just seen Harry who says that my dear brother has shut himself up inside his four poster, and is refusing to come out for lessons today. The height of maturity, him."
"That's supposed to relax me, is it?" Hermione's voice was full of anxiety.
"Yes, actually - he's the biggest git I know, so any time he's definitely off elsewhere is a bit of a relief."
Hermione motioned towards an empty corner of the corridor, and Ginny followed her.
"Don't be unkind Ginny, it's not his fault that he came in to use that bathroom last night - he is a prefect, afterall."
"Well he could've at least asked Boris the Bewildered whether it was occupied: imagine if Draco had been taking a dump or something, he's an idiot for barging in like that," Ginny chortled at her little joke, but Hermione did not.
"Perhaps he did ask Boris, and Boris gave him the wrong answer - He didn't get his name by chance. If I had a knut for every time I've stumbled in on Alicia in the bath. It's a wonder she makes it to Quidditch practice, the amount of time she spends in there... Anyway, all that's beside the point."
Hermione continued, but began avoiding Ginny's eyes. "Gin, I don't think we can keep this up any longer. I think, perhaps, Ron coming in on us last night was a sign that we shouldn't be, 'doing what we've been doing', anymore." She glanced around warily as she spoke, before looking apologetically at Ginny.
"What?" Ginny couldn't believe her ears. Even now, just looking into Hermione's eyes through her long lashes, she could feel the chemistry between them. It gave her the same tingling feeling that she got from performing a really excellent bit of charmwork; warm and intoxicating.
"Hermione you're not serious - don't let Ron, of all people, be the reason that we can't - the reason that we don't..." she glanced sidelong at the passersby before continuing, "the reason that we can't be together anymore."
Her eyes spoke of things that even Ginny didn't dare to say out loud in a crowded corridor, and for a moment they seemed to win Hermione over where words had failed. The other girl's lips parted, and for one second Ginny could have sworn she was leaning in closer...
But then Hermione spoke instead, and her words were distant, as if coming from another place entirely. "No. I'm sorry Ginny, we can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. Other people are bound to find out, and then..."
Her voice trailed off and Ginny, althought her senses were dulled by pain, still noticed how unlike Hermione it was to speak with such uncertainty.
Ginny felt like a hummingbird had been trapped inside her heart, but it was still the heart of a Seeker: it dove full-tilt after what felt like her last chance to hold Hermione's own, golden heart in the palm of her hand, before it flew away to a place where Ginny could not reach it.
"And then, what of it? Honestly 'Mione, what does it matter if a few (or even all) of our classmates know that we're together." Ginny spoke more loudly than before, and Hermione flinched noticeably.
"We're not together, Ginny - it's not like you asked me to be your girlfriend or anything. We're just, exploring. Or we have been, but it doesn't seem prudent to keep exploring anymore."
"Exploring?" Ginny's voice was full of mirth, and she grew more emphatic as she went on. "That's what you call writhing around on top of me, bucking your hips into my lips while you moan my name? Although I suppose I do explore your hot, wet cunt with the length of my tongue while you come all over my mouth."
Hermione turned bright, blazing red at Ginny's speech. Her eyes were saucer-sized and incredulous. "Are You Mad?"
"You bet your sweet arse I'm mad: I'm mad as hell at Ronald for his part in all this, and I'm feeling a bit mad at this stiff, cowardly Hermione I'm rowing with at the moment, as well."
"That's not fair, Ginny! I'm not being a coward, I just, don't think it's worth it anymore!" At these words Ginny deflated like a balloon, and the look of pain on her face made Hermione continue in a much softer voice.
"It's too big a risk. I think you're incredible Ginny, you know that. These past weeks have been unimaginably good. I had know idea how intensely I could feel something with somebody, or for somebody, or what have you..." she finished lamely.
"Do you want me or not, Hermione?" Ginny was done arguing, her jaw was set.
"It's not that simple! I want a thousand different things, it doesn't mean I'm going to get them, necessarily - or that I even should, for that matter."
"Like what?"
"Like, well, like peace in the Wizarding World for example, for Harry not to be fending off Voldemort every year like clockwork, for - "
"ENOUGH, HERMIONE!" Ginny's temper had reached its climax. "You just don't want anyone to know what you want, do you?" Her defiant eyes bore into Hermione's. "What are so you afraid of revealing, Hermione - or do you even know? Because it seems to me like you're really just scared of yourself."
With that, Ginny turned on her heel and stormed away. She stormed away in the opposite direction of her next lesson, and was consequentially ten minutes late and rather sweaty as she ascended the ladder to Professor Trelawney's room. Fortunately for Ginny, her arrival agreed with a prediction that Trelawney had made to the class about her 'flustered and untimely entrée', and she was therefore met without punishment.
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Ginny sank, fuming, into a large purple poof surrounded by the fumes of Trelawney's unwarranted fire. Her mind was reeling. What was Hermione so worried about? As far as Ginny was concerned, Ron finding out meant that the worst was over.
Frankly she was almost relieved, now that the shock and discomfort of the moment had worn off, that he had found out about them in a manner which was definitive, concise, and all-but-entirely non-verbal. Ron had always been Hermione's biggest concern, too - or so Ginny had thought, until this morning.
Now, however, Ginny's confidence was beginning to give way to the idea that Hermione didn't actually want Ginny the way that Ginny wanted her. The hummingbird in her heart was mostly still now aside from the occasional quiver of pain, and she found herself longing for its prior state of frantic activity. Already, Hermione was starting to feel a lifetime away.
But no, Ginny would not allow herself to give up so easily. Being with Hermione was the thing she had wanted most in all her working memory. She could not, would not let her go that easily.
As the fire popped and crackled beside her, and Trelawney swept back and forth in flurries of fabric and heavy perfume, Ginny resolved to remind Hermione of what exactly it was that they had discovered together: and why - far from keeping it hidden away from other people - they should be displaying it proudly as the most magical thing in all of Hogsmeade.
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