Disclaimer :  I am not JK Rowling.  I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Note :  To all of the little homophobes running around out there, don't read this.  You won't like it.  To every one else, please read and review, this is my first femmeslash and I want to know what you think about it.  Constructive criticism is accepted, but please don't flame me just because you don't like slash fics.  Now, with that said, on with the fic.

Chapter One:  Just Friends

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was exceptionally quiet.  After dinner, there had been an Order meeting called to determine when and how they should pick up Harry which explained where the older attendants of the house were.  Fred and George, whom Molly still insisted should have nothing to do with the Order, were still at work in their joke shop in Diagon Alley.  Ron had had a rather bad experience with spiders while cleaning out a cabinet in the hallway closet, and had decided to turn in early.  Hermione and Ginny were both in the bedroom they shared; Hermione sitting at a desk writing away at a potions essay; Ginny snuggled in her bed, drifting in that half-awake, half-asleep, dreamy sort of realm.

The next thing Ginny seen was Hermione leaning over her with an arm propping herself up on each side of Ginny's body.  Before she could do or say anything, Hermione started talking.

"We need to talk.  Girl-to-Girl," she stated firmly as if giving battle plans.

"M'kay…" Ginny answered groggily, confused as to why Hermione would need to have a girl talk in the middle of the night.  Hermione sat up, also allowing Ginny to do the same.  In the time that it took them to get sat up, Hermione seemed to become remarkably shy and an awkward silence hung in the air.  Ginny sat their motionless watching Hermione fidget with her hands and waiting for her to talk.  Finally, Hermione looked up from her hands and into Ginny's eyes.

"Ginny, I'm about to trust you with the biggest secret of my life," stated Hermione slowly, "I've never told anyone what I'm about to tell you, and I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore after this, but I need to get this off my chest and you're the only one I trust.  Because I know that even if you choose not to like me after his, I can still trust you to keep it a secret," 

"Hermione, you know I'd never quit talking to you!  You're practically my best friend," replied Ginny comfortingly, even though she was curious as to what Hermione had to say.

"I know, it's just hard…do me a favor before I tell you though.  Promise me that no matter what I'm about to say, we'll stay best friends," Hermione said, holding out her pinky finger to Ginny who wrapped it in her own.

"Promise," she said sincerely.

"Right.  Well.  Here goes.  I think…I think I might be…bi," Hermione said really slowly, and then sat there for a minute, studying Ginny's face as the news seeped in.  It was unreadable, Hermione had no way of  knowing what she was thinking, so she waited nervously for Ginny to talk again.

"Really?"  Ginny asked.  Hermione nodded a yes.  "How do you know?" 

"Well, I'm not exactly 100% sure, but there's this girl that I kind of have a thing for," Hermione answered, like she had this all written out in her head. 

"Oh," Ginny said back, unsure of what to say after that.  "Can I know who it is?"  Hermione froze, her eyes staring into Ginny's like a wild animal surprised by a spot light.  Apparently, she hadn't been expecting Ginny to ask that.

"Um, yeah," she answered, remembering how to work her vocal cords.  Hermione bit her bottom lip and averting her eyes from Ginny and concentration on a spot on the wall.  She finally let her gaze drop to her fidgeting hands and began to talk.  "It's, uh…Ginny…I love you," she finished quickly, her eyes returning to Ginny's face as she spoke the last three words.

Ginny sat there with that same "deer in the headlights" look Hermione had had on her face only seconds before.

            "I'm sorry, Ginny, I shouldn't have told you-"

"Hermione-"

"-I was completely out of line-"

"Hermione-"

"-I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore-"

"Hermione!"

"-it's just that-"

"Hermione!"

"-and-" in attempt to get her to quit talking, Ginny leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Hermione's.  In only a few seconds, what had started as just a little kiss turned into something a little more passionate.  As they kissed, Ginny reached down and grabbed Hermione's hands in hers to stop them from fidgeting.  After a few more seconds, Ginny pulled back.

"I love you too," she whispered to Hermione with a twinkle in her eyes and a grin playing on her features.  Hermione was at a loss for words, so instead of saying anything else, she leaned forward for another kiss.  This time, their lips met with vigor, as if searching for something inside of each other.  Hermione made to part Ginny's lips with her tongue, but found them already open and their tongue's met with an almost unnatural lust for one another.  As they kissed, Ginny moved forward onto Hermione.

Hermione's hands left Ginny's and went out behind herself to support the pair as they kissed.  Ginny had a hand on either side of Hermione's body to support herself as she pressed her own body harder to Hermione's.  She stretched her arms farther out until they were at length with Hermione's and upon finding the other girl's hands, laced their fingers as she crawled farther forward.  She was fully straddling Hermione now, with a leg on each side.  Ginny had pulled Hermione's hands out from beneath them and then using the strength in her lower body, pushed against Hermione even harder, causing her lay farther back, supported only by the arm that Ginny had wrapped around her.  Their bodies were in complete synchronization as Ginny gently reclined them into a horizontal position.

Ginny was almost shocked when Hermione rolled them over, reversing the situation and putting herself on top as she took the lead.  Hermione kissed her deeper before tracing kisses down her jaw line while her hands were working were working fast at unbuttoning Ginny's shirt.  Hermione worked her way down to the base of Ginny's neck where she started suckling her soft skin.  Then, sliding Ginny's night shirt down off her shoulders, to reveal her naked body, proceeded slowly to kiss down her collar bone.  She then went back up to the other side of Ginny's neck and repeated her actions, as she did, she moved her hands up to Ginny's breasts and began massaging them, causing a low, growling moan to escape Ginny's lips.  Hermione then took her thumbs and began circling Ginny's nipples until they were hard.  She stopped kissing Ginny's neck long enough to look up into her eyes and smile mischievously before moving her mouth down towards Ginny's chest.  She took one of Ginny's nipples in her mouth, sucking on it softly at first, and then harder, flicking her tongue over it occasionally just because she like the way Ginny moaned and gasped when she did it.

"Ginny!  Ginny!  Wake up!"  said a voice over Ginny.

"Huh, wha-?" Ginny answered back sleepily.

"Ginny, get up.  Are you okay?"  Hermione asked sitting down on the bed beside her.  Ginny realized that she had been dreaming and then flushed red as the memories of the dream flooded back to her.  She looked at Hermione in fear, did she know? 

"Wh…why wouldn't I be?"  Ginny asked, trying to sound confused.

"I dunno…I guess you were just having a nightmare or something," Hermione answered knowingly.  "You kept moaning and repeating my name over and over,"

'A nightmare,' Ginny thought sarcastically to herself.  "Yeah, it was a nightmare," she said aloud to Hermione.  'The best nightmare I've ever had,' she added in her head.  "Thanks for waking me," she said trying to hide the bitter sarcasm in her voice.

"No problem.  After all, what are friends for?"  Hermione smiled.  Ginny smiled back weakly and Hermione went back to her homework.

'Friends,' Ginny thought, 'Nothing else.  Just friends.'