A/N-In case you missed it in the summary, this is a femmeslash Hermione/Ginny fic. You can't say that I didn't warn you. For the readers who like femmeslash, I hope that you enjoy!

Hermione sat at her kitchen table with books, quills, and scrolls of parchment covering every centimeter of it. She appeared to be engrossed in a particularly old volume entitle House Elf Rebellions of the Ninth Century. Once in awhile she scratched a note down on a piece of parchment before continuing her reading. When she heard someone floo into her kitchen, she didn't bother to look up.

"Hello Hermione," Ginny said from behind her.

"Hello Ginny," Hermione said without taking her eyes off of the page.

"What are you working on this early in the morning on a Sunday?" Ginny said, picking up another musty old book as she sat in the chair across from Hermione.

"Ah yes. House elf rebellions of the middle ages. Quite a pressing issue from what I understand," Ginny said with mock seriousness.

Hermione glared at Ginny before snatching the book from her hands and placing it aside.

"I'm drafting a bill on house elf rights for the hearing next month and there hasn't been any substantial progress in house elf rights since the middle ages. I have to read these books to find any successful strategy," Hermione said, returning to her book.

"I don't think the house elves will mind if you take a break on Sunday. I brought some of that muggle coffee you are so fond of. Would you join me for a cup?"

Hermione reluctantly put down her quill and left the book open on the table. She took the cup Ginny offered her and leaned back in her chair. They sat and sipped the coffee in silence for a moment.

"So did you get an invitation to Luna's wedding yet? Mine came just this morning," Hermione said.

"Luna is getting married?"

"Yes. You didn't know that she was going out with that Rolf fellow?" Hermione was surprised that Ginny wouldn't have known something like that about a good friend.

"I knew they were dating; I'm surprised that she's marrying, that's all," Ginny said, taking another sip of the hot coffee.

"You're surprised by Luna? Why?" Hermione asked. Having known Luna for several years, Hermione and Ginny were rarely surprised by anything their quirky friend did anymore.

"Well, Luna and I had a thing once," Ginny said casually.

"A thing? What do you mean a thing?" Hermione asked. Her eyes had started to stray back to the open book, but now Hermione's full attention was focused on Ginny.

"It was nothing serious. We kissed, that's all," Ginny said. "I never told you that?"

"No, you never told me this," Hermione said.

"It was a curiosity thing for me. I had never kissed another girl before and she had. I guess I wanted to try something new," Ginny said.

Hermione sipped her coffee. She wasn't sure of how to respond. Her idea of trying something new was shopping at Hogsmeade instead of Diagon Alley. The notion of kissing another woman had never even entered Hermione's mind as a possible "something new."

"Did you like it?"

"What's that?"

"Did you like it? Kissing Luna I mean," Hermione asked.

Ginny thought for a moment. "It was different. I'm not really sure how to describe it."

"Show me then," Hermione said, as though she were asking Ginny to show her how to brew a potion.

"Show you?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Yes show me. I like to have a concrete understanding of everything. When you can't explain something, you demonstrate, don't you?" Hermione reasoned.

"On you?"

"No, on Kretcher," Hermione said. "Of course on me. If you are trying to demonstrate the feeling, it defeats the purpose for you to kiss someone else."

"I just don't know how I feel about my mouth being the same place Ron's has been," Ginny said, trying to needle Hermione so that she would give up on her ridiculous request.

Hermione frowned at Ginny. "You know we only kissed a few times and that was years ago. And to be honest, I'm not too thrilled about the idea of my mouth being the same place as Harry's has been."

"Why do you want this, er, demonstration then?" Ginny was having a hard time believing that she was actually still having this conversation with Hermione.

"You know I can't stand it when I don't understand something," Hermione explained. "And this problem can be solved very easily if you just demonstrate for me."

"Fine," Ginny said. She could tell that Hermione would not give up on this.

Ginny put her fingers on Hermione's cheek as she leaned in to kiss her. Ginny's tongue barely brushed Hermione's lips before she pulled away and looked at Hermione.

"So what do you think?" Ginny asked. Her cheeks were suddenly flush.

"That was excellent," Hermione said, adding hastily, "as a demonstration of course."

"Yes, a demonstration," Ginny echoed. "So that, er, clears things up?"

"Yes now I understand," Hermione said.

The kiss had done anything but clear things up. She now understood how it felt to be kissed by Ginny, but did not understand her response to it. It had felt better than any other kiss she'd experienced with either Ron or Viktor, which made absolutely no sense. She had never felt any romantic feelings for Ginny before, but this kiss, a mere demonstration, had been electric. Hermione doubted that Ginny had felt the same thing, which made everything all the more confusing.

"That's good," Ginny said.

Ginny felt a sudden desire to disapperate out of the kitchen. She was sure that Hermione, always the perceptive one, would notice her reaction to their kiss. She hadn't expected to feel anything at all when she'd leaned across the table to 'demonstrate' for her friend. It was just Hermione after all. They'd known each other for years. Not once before now had she had anything but platonic feelings for her best friend. Damn Hermione and her demonstration.

Both Ginny and Hermione sat in silence trying to act as though nothing had changed. They sipped their coffee to keep from having to talk. Hermione occasionally glanced over her notes on house elf rebellions and Ginny watched a bird outside a nearby window.

"Any progress on the house elf rights proposal?" Ginny asked in an effort to take her mind off of what had just happened.

"What?" Hermione had been lost in thought.

"Have you made much progress lately on the proposal?"

"For awhile I had the most difficult time finding any support for the law. Then I met the most fascinating wizard at a conference in Sussex. He has started an organization similar to SPEW in Canada and he is hoping to introduce some similar legislation. I think that if we join forces, we might be able to get something done," Hermione said excitedly.

"That sounds encouraging," Ginny said.

Hermione glowed when she spoke about house elf rights, Ginny thought. She was beautiful and Ginny hadn't ever noticed it before. Damn it, if the thought of house elves couldn't stop Ginny from being attracted to Hermione, what could?

"So have you seen Ron lately?" Ginny said abruptly.

"He was visiting just the other day," Hermione said. "You know your brother is one of my best friends, but he can be a major git sometimes."

"You don't have to tell me. What did he do this time?"

"He insists that the house elf legislation is pointless. He says that even if it gets passed, no one will follow it. He doesn't seem to understand that I've been working on this for a long time, and that it is far from pointless to me," Hermione said.

"Don't listen to him. It sounds like you are making some headway," Ginny said.

When she saw how much Ron's discouraging words had hurt Hermione, Ginny wanted to lean across the table and give her a comforting kiss. Merlin, if the thought of Ron and house elves put together didn't help take her mind off of the kiss, Ginny thought nothing would.

Ginny swallowed the rest of her lukewarm coffee before standing up. "Well, I ought to go see if my wedding invitation from Luna has arrived yet. It was a nice visit."

"Yes it was. Thanks for the, er, coffee," Hermione said, blushing in spite of herself.

"You're welcome, I'll see you later," Ginny said before dissapperating.

After Ginny disappeared, Hermione closed the book in front of her. Any further reading right now would be next to impossible. She put her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. This was one thing she couldn't think herself out of.

A/N- Was this ok? Should I continue with the story? This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, so I appreciate feedback!

Any reviews, even just a word or two, would be fantastic!