Black Heart, Red Rose

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, only this plot

Warning: Sexual themes and sum course language. If you don't like it, honestly don't read it!

A/N: My first story maybe not a one-shot this time. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: One certain student

Hermione Granger sat in the corner of the library, her books piled high about her. Her quill flitted omniously across her parchment in a hurry to complete her work before the next lesson began.

She neatly tucked some of her not-so-bushy hair from her deep brown eyes and glanced up as she felt eyes upon her. But there was no one…

With a smile she busied herself in her work yet again.

Ginny Weasley sat in the shadowed corner on the opposite side of the room, her blue eyes flickering to where the older girl sat. Her eyes traced over her brunette hair, her perfectly smooth hand as it worked dilgently to finish her set task, her brown eyes…she had to stop herself from letting out a small moan of desire and couldn't help the fact that arousal grew within her…deep and meaningful. She couldn't feel this way! She was with Harry and Hermione was with Ron!

With a small sob, realizing it could never be the way she wanted it so badly to be, Ginny gathered up her things and rushed from the library. Hermione looked up again just in time to see Ginny leave in a hurry. Concern flickered in her deep brown eyes.

She faltered, wondering whether or not to chase after her… She should be looking after Ginny and if something was troubling her then…

With a sigh she stood up, abandoned her work and ran after her friend, her black robes billowing behind her. Her eyes search frantically for the younger girl and she instictivly made her way to the Gryffindor common room, to check for her there.

As she stepped into the deserted common room, her heart fell slightly as she realized that Ginny wasn't there…

She turned to leave, but a muffling sound coming from the girls dorm made her turn back around. She crept closer, peering through the crack in the door. Ginny was lying, dishrevelled on the bed, tears pouring down her face. Hermione creased her eyebrows in concern and was about to open the door, when she noticed a certain blonde haired young man slide up between her legs, smirking.

"Oh my god," thought Hermione, "She's having sex with Draco!" Her eyes rounded as she went to leave, to turn her eyes from the sight before her…but she couldn't…

Ginny no longer had a shirt on, neither did Draco, but Hermione found herself tracing her eyes over the younger girls breasts. Her own hand reached up and slid along her chest, circling her own breasts. She watched Draco thrust gently into Ginny and heard her gasp ever so slightly each time he did so. Hermione's body burned with arousal…her hand caressed her chest, sliding under her own shirt. Ginny let out a low tremelous whimper and Hermione's knees shook. Draco placed kisses lightly along Ginny's collar bone, his finger caressing down her side playfully.

Ginny moaned, pulling Draco closer to her as her climax came…

From the doorway, with a jolt of shame Hermione withdrew her fingers from underneath her shirt and flattened her robes. With one last look at the two she turned and sprinted up to her own dorm. Once inside she exhaled deeply. Her body shook violently from the encounter she'd just witnessed…Why was it affecting her so much?

Apart from the fact that Ginny was betraying Harry by sleeping with Draco Malfoy, their enemy…Putting the sight from her mind she leaned against the door-frame…wondering whether or not to tell Ron…she decided she better hadn't…he would surely burst in there and attack Draco…

Pulling herself together Hermione shook her head and headed towards the Great hall for dinner…


Back in the girls dormitory Ginny let out a deep moan from the back of her throat. Draco thrust deeper inside her, smirking down upon her. The two had become intimate a while back, after Ginny needed a way to release her sexual tensions she held towards Hermione. Draco knew not of this of course. He just thought that she generally liked him…and who was he to deprive girls of good sex if they wanted it?

In her own mind, Ginny imagined that each wave of pleasure was being created by Hermione…each mind-rocking orgasm she experienced was a result of the brunette's fingers against her…How she wished that one day Hermione could do this to her…

"Oh God…" she gasped, as her orgasm threatened. Draco stopped thrusting, teasing her and smiling.

"Control Ginny…" he grinned, easing himself out a little way. Ginny crashed her lips against his, her arms around his neck. He pushed back into her swiftly and she exploded inside…letting out a high gasp, falling limp…she felt Draco follow soon after, warm and sticky. He rolled off her.

"Thanks again," he said, his voice husky. He pulled on his clothes. "You may wanna clean up."

"Anytime…" she breathed, pulling the sheet around her body, waiting until he had left. She opened her eyes, running her fingers through her hair…God…I feel turned on around Hermione just by her looking at me…not to mention when she hugs me goodmorning…

Ginny rolled out of bed, casting the scourgify charm on the bedding where her and Draco had slept together. She walked to her chest of drawers and began to brush her hair. Her heart ached with a powerful sense of longing. She'd wanted Hermione for so long, yet Hermione was oblivious to her silent pain…how could she not be? It wasn't as though Ginny had any intension of telling her soon…that would drive Hermione further away…

Her eyes fell upon a red rose sitting in a crystal vase. An idea sprung into her head…


When Hermione returned from the Great Hall an hour later; she tentatively crept towards Ginny's dorm. The younger girl was asleep, she found, pushing the door open and walking to her bedside. She stood, entraced for a moment or two…her eyes wandering along Ginny's neck and shoulder, which was covered by a singlet.

What am I doing? She asked herself.

Without thinking what she was doing next, Hermione bent down and kissed Ginny on the cheek in a friendly way.

"Get better soon Gin, what ever's wrong. You can always talk to me if you need anything…" she whispered in her friend's ear, her voice purring slightly.

Then she turned and left the room. Ginny on the other hand had been wide awake; had felt someone standing there behind her and instinctivly closed her eyes. But then she felt lips against her cheek and Hermione's voice in her ear…and she nearly turned over and kissed her right then and there, but she had restrained herself. With a sigh, her heart light, Ginny closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

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Hermione's robes dropped to the floor. She untied her tie, pushing her books against the cupboard with her foot. She strolled around her room, undressing and slipping into her nightgown made of silk. She examined herself in the mirror. Not bad…

She liked her slight curves, thought it brought out her womanly side…her breasts weren't too large but weren't too small, her hair wasn't as bushy as it used to be either…she liked that too.

With a nod of satisfaction she drew back her covers on her bed to slide into it…but found a red rose lying there ontop of a note. Picking it up she noticed that on the stem, the name Hermione had been engraved. Hermione stared…and picked up the note also. It had only four words upon it; written neatly: If Only You Knew…