its ok being alone

Ginny sauntered into the parlour of number 12 Grimmauld Place. She was tired of being considered useless to the Order. Her brothers and Harry were off on the forefront of the battlefield, the adults were making plans, Tonks was on a reconnaissance mission and even Loony Lovegood was travelling with her father, gaining the support of wizards outside of Britain.

All that was left in the quiet, slightly dilapidated home was a few left-over books and Hermione. Ginny and Hermione had always gotten on, but things had become slightly tense since Ron and Harry had gone off for battle.

Ginny assumed Hermione was upset because she was in love with Ron and everyone assumed Ginny was upset because she was still mad for Harry. But that wasn’t true. In fact, Ginny knew it was never going to happen with Harry when she walked in on Harry and Snape one evening just before they left for battle.

Snape and Harry were in a position that could be considered anything but innocent. Especially since Snape had his cock shoved half-way down Harry’s throat. Ginny stifled a giggle and crept out of the room before she was noticed. Two days later Harry and Snape went public.

Ginny wasn’t upset at all. How could she be when at night she was having intense dreams about another member of the Order… and this one was not one of the boys. No, Ginny found herself mad for Hermione.

Of course Ginny realised that Hermione was never going to reciprocate the feelings. Hermione and Ron had been a couple since their sixth year and it was something Ginny knew could never happen. It didn’t stop the dreams though. The dreams of soft legs, gentle lips, probing fingers, rough tongues.

In the parlour, Hermione was curled up in an armchair, a thick book open in her lap, a hot cup of tea in her hand. She looked up and cast Ginny a soft smile as the redhead took a seat on the sofa.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Hermione asked, indicating the clock that read well past midnight.

Ginny shrugged. “Not really. Not with everyone out there and me stuck here, unable to do anything.”

Hermione cast her a sympathetic smile. “I know how you feel. I wish I could just help in some way besides research. It makes me feel so useless.”

Ginny rolled her eyes as she said, “We’re supposed to have assignments next week but I doubt it. My father’s being overprotective. This is fucking war, not something we’re just fucking round at.”

“He’s just scared for you,” Hermione said softly.

“What about the rest of them?” Ginny demanded. “Harry and Ron are out there too, putting their lives on the line.” Hermione opened her mouth but Ginny waved her hand in the air. “I know, I know. The prophesy and what not, it’s his destiny. But we can still help.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Hermione said softly. “I was going to say that I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ginny asked with a frown.

“Because… because I know how it must be… loving him while he loves someone else. And you wish that just once they’d open their eyes and see what you have to offer.”

Ginny let out a small giggle. “You know something, Hermione, I do know exactly what you mean. But… it’s not about Harry. I hope he’s blissfully happy with Snape.”

“It’s someone else?” Hermione asked, eyes wide. She set her book aside and leant forward in her chair. “Who?”

Ginny blushed and looked down at her hands. “I’d rather not say if it’s all the same to you.”

Hermione shrugged and after a moment’s pause she rose from her chair and settled on the sofa next to Ginny. “I always thought you were mad for Harry.”

“Everyone thought that,” Ginny said, attempting to keep the bitterness out of her tone.

“Just like everyone assumes me and Ron are a couple,” Hermione said very, very quietly.

Ginny’s eyes snapped up to Hermione’s face. “I… I thought you two were. I mean, he’s always telling you how much he loves you. The two of you are always together, holding hands and snuggling.”

Hermione laughed. “It’s a touch comfort thing. Ron’s gay as a maypole, Gin.”

Ginny’s jaw dropped. “Sorry? He’s gay? My brother is gay?”

“Most of your brothers are gay,” Hermione said with a shrug. “In fact, I think Bill and Fred are the only straight ones in the lot. Well… besides you.”

“I never said I was straight,” Ginny confessed boldly.

Hermione seemed momentarily speechless. “B-but… but what about Michael Corner… and Dean? Seamus? For fuck’s sake, I caught Malfoy fucking you into McGonagall’s desk!”

Ginny flushed a little. “You make me sound like a slut. I only ever had sex with Seamus and Malfoy and they weren’t any good.”

“So when I saw you screaming Malfoy’s name in the classroom…” Hermione said sceptically.

Ginny laughed. “I’m good at faking it.”

Hermione snapped her jaw shut and then let out a small giggle. “So have you had a girl before?”

Ginny nodded sheepishly. “It was very secret.”

“Obviously,” Hermione said dryly. “So who?”

Ginny grinned wickedly and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Cho.”

“What?” Hermione all but shouted. “Are you serious?”

Ginny nodded. “She was distressed after her bad date with Michael and we got to talking about him and… one thing led to another.”

Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth. “Wow,” she said through her fingers.

Ginny shrugged. “I’ve been dying to tell someone. I’m tired of people thinking I’m pining away for Harry. And well hell, after Snape’s been there… I don’t think I want to.”

Hermione giggled hard and shook her head. “He’s… well I won’t say he’s nice enough… but he’s helped us out. You’re right though… ick.” Hermione took a couple of deep breaths before asking, “So who’s the woman?”

Ginny shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just… someone.”

“That we know?”

Ginny nodded. “Er, yeah.”

“Is it Luna?”

Ginny wrinkled her nose. “Not exactly.”

“Tonks then? She’s cute enough.”

“She is,” Ginny agreed, and meant it. Before she realised her feelings for Hermione, Ginny fancied Tonks. “She’s just… not exactly my type.”

“So what is your type?” Hermione pressed. “I’m dying to know.” Hermione paused and then added with a slight sneer, “It’s not Fleur is it?”

Ginny burst into giggles and shook her head. “Oh lord no. Not a chance.”

Hermione let out a short breath. “Thank god, because I was going to have to hex you.”

Ginny looked up at Hermione and debated telling her. She was loathe to destroy their friendship but she didn’t want to keep things from her either. “Before I tell you… you have to tell me. Who do you fancy?”

Hermione flushed heavily and clasped her hands together nervously. “I er… I too have found comfort in the opposite sex.”

Ginny’s heart nearly leapt into her throat and she managed to gasp out, “Sorry?”

Hermione shrugged. “Well… I got to thinking when Ron told me he was gay and I wasn’t sad about it. I wondered why I wouldn’t be upset if I loved him. After some soul searching I realised I didn’t fancy men at all.”

“So do you… are you… with anyone?”

Hermione shook her head. “I’ve been thinking about someone, but I’m wasn’t sure if it would work.”

“Why not?”

Hermione looked down and muttered, “Because until today I didn’t know she even swung my way.”

Ginny was in shock. She was certain she hadn’t heard right, then she was certain she wasn’t the one. It had to be someone else. There was no way. Hermione couldn’t possibly… but Ginny’s thoughts were interrupted when Hermione’s gentle hand fell on her shoulder.

“I know the look on your face, Ginny. It is you, and I’m sorry if that bothers you.”

“Bothers me?” Ginny choked out. “How could it possibly bother me? Hermione… I’ve wanted you for ages.”

A small smile graced Hermione’s face and her hand crept up to Ginny’s cheek. “So I suppose we were both blind to it.”

Ginny leant into the touch. “I reckon so.”

Without giving any warning, Hermione leant in and pressed her mouth to Ginny’s. The redhead gave a small squeak but before Hermione could pull away, Ginny wrapped her hand round the back of the other girl’s neck and deepened the kiss.

It was just as she had imagined. Hermione’s lips were so soft, her tongue insistent, slightly rough and so thorough.

Ginny gave a moan as desire rippled through her and she pressed their bodies together. Before anything could go further, Ginny pulled away and gasped out, “We could get caught here.”

“My room is warded,” Hermione answered in an equally breathless tone.”

“Lead the way.” Ginny kept her hand in Hermione’s as the two girls bolted up the stairs, down the hall and into the very last room. Hermione quickly spelled the door locked and put up a silencing charm.

When she finished, she found herself pressed into the bed, Ginny straddling her hips. “I’ve waited so bloody long for this,” Ginny whispered. “So long.”

Hermione’s hand crept up underneath Ginny’s shirt and toyed with the edge of her bra. “I think I can sympathise.”

Ginny smiled and leant down, resuming their heated kiss. Hands began to roam, and before long both girls were lying atop the bed in nothing but their knickers.

Ginny reached a gentle hand and cupped Hermione’s breast. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered.

Hermione blushed a little, her face hot from desire as well as the compliment. “Thank you.”

Ginny answered by closing her lips over Hermione’s nipple, suckling it until it formed a heard peak. Ginny nipped a bit more roughly before bringing her mouth to Hermione’s neck and focused on the sensitive skin just below her ear.

Hermione groaned softly and arched up into Ginny, hooking her foot round Ginny’s calf and pressing Ginny’s thigh in between her own legs.

Ginny moaned and reached her hand down to the waistband of Hermione’s knickers. “May I?” she mumbled against Hermione’s hot skin.

Hermione gave a shy nod and drew her bottom lip into her mouth.

Ginny continued to suck on Hermione’s neck as she slowly brought her fingers to the hot mound between Hermione’s legs. Toying a bit with the course hair, Ginny’s fingers found the sensitive spot in between her lips and rubbed it roughly.

Pleasure coursed through Hermione’s body, her face hot and tingling and she arched her hips against Ginny’s fingers. “Yesssss.”

Ginny smiled and brought her now-wet fingers to Hermione’s entrance, teasing the hole a bit. “You like that?”

Hermione was completely flushed, her head lost in the pleasure of it all. “Oh… oh please… more,” she breathed.

Ginny smirked a little and slowly slid down between Hermione’s legs. Gently, she reached up and slid the undergarments down to the other girl’s ankles, spreading Hermione’s knees as she did so.

Ginny pressed kisses up along Hermione’s smooth thighs until she reached the small mound and breathed in the thick scent of sex. “You are so gorgeous,” Ginny breathed and darted her tongue out to taste the fluids. “And so delicious.”

Hermione could do nothing but moan and buck her hips as Ginny went to work on her. With insistent fingers and a probing tongue, Ginny brought Hermione up and over the edge until the bushy-haired girl was screaming Ginny’s name with her intense orgasm.

When it was over, Ginny expected Hermione to be embarrassed, or to be unsure. Instead the brown-haired girl flipped Ginny onto her back and devoured her roughly.

The sex was different, less gentle but it was exactly what Ginny wanted. When Hermione abused her clit with her tongue and shoved all four of her fingers into her wanton hole, Ginny thought she would die with the pleasure. The orgasm was fast, coursing through her intensely. When it ended, it took Ginny several moments to catch her breath.

Hermione was already pulling the sheet up over them and settled against Ginny’s slightly sweaty body. “So what do you think now?” she wondered after a moment.

Ginny took in all of what had just happened and turned to face her new lover. “I think that the wait at Grimmauld Place has just gotten a lot less tedious.”

Hermione giggled, kissed Ginny gently and put out the lights. After a long moment of silence, Hermione took Ginny’s hand in hers and whispered, “Maybe this time of war isn’t so bad after all.”

Ginny smiled. “Not when we’ve found each other.”