Forbidden and Wrong

I awoke in the hospital wing with Ginny snoozing in a chair beside my bed. I tried to sit up, but my gasp of pain alerted Madam Pomfrey that I had awoken.

“Lie back down at once!” she snapped, bustling over to me. “You’ve been through a great deal and I won’t have you overexerting yourself!” She proceeded to look me over, then made me take an endless assortment of bitter potions before she was satisfied that I was well enough to be allowed to be propped up on pillows. When she’d finally crossed to look over the other patients –I was relieved to find that Ron, Harry, Luna, and Neville were all accounted for- I looked over at Ginny.
She was hugging her knees, sobbing silently and rocking back and forth.

“Gin?” I whispered.

“Oh Hermione, I was so worried about you!” she choked. I saw you and you were knocked out and we couldn’t wake you up, and, and...” she broke off, crying loudly.

“I’m okay, Ginny, look, I’m fine,” I croaked. “What about you?”

“Broken ankle, that’s all. Nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix right away.” She looked so scared. “I was so sure I was going to lose you, Hermione...” She flung herself at me; hugging me so hard I could barely breathe, crying on my shoulder.

“Stop that, Miss Weasley, there’ll be time for that when she’s well!” Madam Pomfrey chastised from across the room. I swear that woman could see through an iron wall if necessary to check on a patient. Laughing slightly, Ginny pulled away and dragged her chair closer to my bed. She blew her nose and wiped away her tears, then took my hand in hers.

“Ginny, what happened after I... went out?” I asked, fearing the answer. Her face darkened. She told me about Dumbledore’s appearance, Harry fighting Bellatrix, the fountain, everything. When she told me about Sirius’s death, I started to cry a little. I knew how much Sirius meant to Harry, and knew he must have been crushed to lose him. When she finished, I asked her about the others.

“Harry, Luna, and Neville were hurt the least. You and Ron were the only ones that were still unconscious this morning. Ron got attacked by a brain -long story- and he’s still out, but Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be fine. Harry’s had a tough time of it though. Lots of Dreamless Sleep Potion.”

“I’d imagine so. Poor guy.” I tried to say more, but Madam Pomfrey shooed Ginny out of the room then, telling her I needed more sleep.

“I’ll come back later, ‘Mione, I promise,” she said as the door shut behind her.

The next day an owl brought me the latest Daily Prophet, and I read it aloud to Luna, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville. Luna wasn’t listening, but it didn’t matter. Ginny was curled up at the foot of my bed, trying to tickle my feet unobtrusively. Ron and I were healing well, and everyone else seemed as though they’d never been hurt in the first place. I noticed Harry seemed reserved, but no one thought this was unusual, considering the circumstances.
The Ministry and the Prophet were finally acknowledging the Dark Lord’s return, and had ceased to act as though Harry was insane. But then again, what else could they do? The six of us joked about Umbridge, then talked about Fred and George’s shop, and eventually about what’d happened at the Ministry that night.

Finally, about three days later, Madam Pomfrey let Ron and me leave the hospital wing. Ginny and Harry had visited us every day, but I was still stifled with boredom and grateful to leave. There were only three days of term left. I went to see Ginny, meaning to surprise her. She wasn’t in the common room, though. I asked another fourth year girl, and she said she’d seen her in their dormitory. I made my way up the stairs and knocked on her dormitory door.

“Gin? It’s me, Hermione,” I called. The door flew open, and Ginny yanked me inside.

“Hermione! You’re out of the hospital wing!” she cried. She shut the door behind me and threw her arms around me neck, crushing my lips with hers. I gasped in pain when she accidentally rubbed against my ribs. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she said. “I forgot, it was an accident, are you okay?” she asked, backing away. I was forced to laugh.

“It’s fine, really, I’m getting much better. It’s just still a little tender is all,” I explained, watching her grow relieved. “Can we sit down?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, clearing the half-packed clothes from her bed. I sat down gingerly beside her, unsure of what to say now that I was there.

“So... how’s Harry?” I asked. “He hasn’t been talking much in the hospital wing.”

“He’s fine,” Ginny replied, disappointed. “I don’t really want to talk about that now,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I care about Harry, I just...”

“I know, Gin, it’s okay,” I assured her. “I don’t really want to talk about Harry either.” She smiled, and scooted back so that her feet were no longer dangling off the edge of the bed, and pulled the hangings closed.
She leaned forward and kissed me again, more gently. I parted my lips when she probed with her tongue, trying very hard not to giggle like I had the first time. I put my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to me, and ran my fingers through her wavy red hair. I felt her reach around me and start to pull gently on my robes. I leaned forward slightly, allowing her to pull them up and over my head. She removed my shirt as well, then stopped, staring at me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered huskily. I muttered a silencing charm on the bed hangings, then lay on my back, staring up at her. She repositioned herself on her knees, leaning over me. She kissed my neck, trailing kisses down my torso, but carefully avoiding my bruised and bandaged ribs. I reached up and pulled off her shirt as well.

She reached around my back and unclasped my bra easily, pulling it away. She leaned down again, drawing one nipple into my mouth. I moaned, dozens of sensations coursing through me. She moved down my body again, this time unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them off. For a moment I felt self-conscious of my plain, white cotton panties, but if Ginny minded she didn’t show it. She looked up at me and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m ready,” I gasped, wanting to feel her touch again. She hooked one thumb under the band of my panties on each side and pulled them down, past my knees and to the floor. She leaned close to me, so close I could feel her heavy breathing on my dampening thighs, yet still not close enough. I felt her spread my legs apart, and then I felt nothing but pleasure. Her tongue touched me all over, making me moan and gasp, crying out for more. She found the small bud between my legs and began rubbing and sucking on it. I was half aware that I was screaming incoherent sounds and bucking up against her. Suddenly, the pleasure reached its peak and I cried out, all awareness ceased for an instant and I lay still, panting.

Ginny crawled up and lay beside me. “Oh, Ginny, that was just... amazing.” I said, still unable to catch my breath. I kissed her, and I could taste myself on her lips. I smiled. “My turn,” I said.