A/N: This is hermione right after the kiss. Just to let every one know
what's going on, her and ginny are now best friends.
She tore through the halls, heading straight for Gryffindor common room.
"Password," The fat lady asked pleasantly,
Hermione tried to remember it, and found that in her haste and shock, had forgotten everything of knowledge, save what his lips felt like, and how he had told her she liked it *and it was true! *
"I don't know!" She shouted angrily, mad at herself for letting one kiss put her in such a tizzy. "How should I know?"
"You are the prefect dear, and no need to be yelling now," The fat lady stated calmly.
"I don't care if I'm god! Just let me in!" The fat lady gave a little chuckle.
"Well, you certainly aren't that, and house rules, I can't let anyone in without the password,"
"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!" She cried, pulling her hair. "Do you have any idea what I have just been through? Do you? I FORGOT MY BOOKS!"
"oh my dear lord," a quiet voice said. It had the lilt of laughter, and Hermione almost broke into tears.
"GINNY! Thank you, god!" She sobbed, turning to her, grabbing her in a big hug. "What is the stupid password? I can't remember! I can't remember anything!"
Ginny patted her back awkwardly. "It's alright. The other day Neville put the stiff-leg charm on me, and it actually worked. But you know he's horrible with memory charms, you remembered me, it can't all be that bad."
Hermione raised her head in confusion. "Neville? What about Neville? I don't care about Neville!"
"Well I'm sorry! And you don't have to shout at me! You never forget anything, let alone a little password! Your brain is like an impenetrable vault! The only way you would forget anything is with a memory charm!" She told her angrily, scrunching up her face "I-"
"or a kiss," Hermione murmured.
"-was just trying to tell you-WHAT??!! You kissed someone? Who? Why! When?"
Ginny's eyes widened in shock, and she said "Sniggle puff," (the password) quite off hand as she grabbed Hermione's arm.
"Hermione! This is incredible! Who was the brave lad?"
She was pulled into the common room blushing profusely, with her head turned down.
Ginny harrumphed and groaned. "Oh come on!" She cried, exasperated. "It can't be that bad! And why won't you tell me? Your best friend?"
"It wasn't bad, and I can't, you'll kill me." She dead panned, huddling up in the worn old arm-chair by the fire, her favorite place to read.
"I won't----I don't think. Who was it? Now I'm dying to know! Do I know him?"
"Yes."
"Harry?" She asked pensively.
"Gross, he's like my brother." Ginny let a sigh of relief escape.
"I take it, it wasn't Neville, given the earlier conversation, so that only leaves one of two people who would have the balls or the stupidity I guess, it depends on how you look at it, to kiss you. Malfoy or Ron."
Hermione blanched at the obviousness in which the answer had been stated. So she did what any self-respecting woman who is afraid her best friend will find out she made out with her brother would do. Denied the whole thing.
"I didn't kiss anyone." She blurted, afraid.
"You did too! You said you did!" Ginny cried.
"That's rubbish! I did not!" She shouted. Ginny threw her hands up in the air.
"You did too you lying vamp! You even forgot the password because of it!"
"It was Neville's memory charm!" She cried.
"You know that's not true! I said that! Now you're stealing it so you don't have to answer who kissed you!"
"No I'm not! Neville brainwashed me!" She yelled.
"I did not!" Neville shouted from across the common room. Hermione turned in her chair, and shouted,
"Neville! You blasted little runt! Why when I get a hold of you-"
"SEE! YOU'RE LYING!" Ginny bellowed, jumping from the chair. "I knew it!" She came really close to her then and said quietly, "I won't tell another living soul Hermione, you know I won't. Just whisper it really quietly. I know who it is anyway. I was wondering when he'd get the gumption,"
"You do? You know? How do you know?" Hermione breathed.
"I'm his sister. I know everything. Come on, I see him all the time. I've known him since I was born. And he likes you, a lot. I mean, I never thought he knew it, at least not until lately, but then---"
"He's been strange lately. There's something different about him now, have you noticed?"
"Yeah, but maybe it's you, maybe he finally stood up and took notice. Well, he had to then, didn't he? He did kiss you." Ginny pondered.
"Yes," Hermione stated dreamily, "He sure did." Her face lit up, and she twirled a curl of hair around her fingers, a small smile playing on her face.
"gross." Ginny muttered. Hermione put a hand up to her face, and Ginny noticed the scarlet blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"I was such a fool. Oh Ginny, you would have laughed. I'm rubbish at this sort of thing," Hermione said.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, dearie. Tell me what happened."
"Well, I was turning a corner, going to the library you know, I had some books to return. And well, I overheard pansy Parkinson talking to her Slytherin friends on how Ron and Malfoy were fighting over her-"
"Were they?" Ginny interrupted.
"No. why would Ron fight over *that*?"
"I dunno, just wondering."
"Well, Ron came bounding up behind me, and he overheard them talking about how I had shagged Ron-"
"WHAT?" Ginny erupted. The whole of the common room turned and stared blankly. Ginny didn't scream. Ginny didn't yell. Something was up.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm hard, digging her nails in on purpose and pulled her up the stairs to the girls dorms.
"You did *what* exactly with my favorite brother?" She asked, teeth clenched.
"Nothing!! Really, Pansy just thought I did, but I didn't!" Hermione squeaked. Ginny mad was something to be greatly avoided. Not only did it overshadow Ron's anger by a lot, but it was on par with Hermione mad.
"And, why, pray tell, would she think that?" Ginny queried, in a too-calm voice.
"Because Ron wrote me a stupid note and put it in my text which she happened to find! That's why! I misplaced a book last night and it was with Ron's stuff, so being a prefect I couldn't have that upon me, so I woke up and went to find Ron, and if it wasn't bad enough, people started to wake up!" Hermione, now, was also angry. Ginny was her friend, and she was supposed to believe her.
Ginny stared at her, blankly.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WOULD HAVE MEANT?" Hermione bellowed, then lowering her voice, answered, "how would it look to find a prefect early in the morning in her PJ's in the boy's dorm, and rummaging around the bed of the boy she has had a crush on for years? NOT TOO FREAKING GOOD! So he hid me. In his bed. And that his why the note is somewhat misleading! Ginny, your supposed to be my friend! You're supposed to believe me, and help me out of this unbelievable mess I'm in, since they saw us!"
"THEY SAW YOU?" Ginny shouted, all anger forgotten.
"YES!" Hermione shrieked. It was lucky they were up in the dorms, or else the whole common room would be able to hear them. As it was, they only heard snippets, and it sounded like this.
"pray tell WHAT IT WOULD HAVE MEANT? Rummaging boy crush TOO FREAKING GOOD! Note leading gin posed to be believe me. Mess I'm in THEY SAW YOU?" so all in all, it was just incomprehensible shouting.
"He said to give them something to really talk about, and then he was there, and we were kissing, and I dropped my books! Then I shouted that he ruined my life, and I-well, I ran."
"You RAN?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least you didn't cry, or- or well, umm---vomit, right?" Ginny tried to sympathize. She realized she was failing miserably when Hermione's bottom lip began to quiver.
"Oh, my. I'm just making this worse, aren't I?"
"YES! You sure are! He must think I'm a complete knob! And I'm not! I'm really not!" She bawled.
"What am I going to do when I see him?" Hermione questioned, looking utterly distraught.
"Act like nothing happened. And like you own the world. But you can't ignore him, so if he talks about it, just be like 'I've kissed boys before, no big deal. Your not the first,' and stuff. And if he asks why you ran, just ask like it's the regular thing to do. He'll be so confused he'll just quit."
~*~MEANWHILE~*~
"What am I going to do when I see her?" Ron asked, running his hands through his hair.
"Umm, act like nothing happened. And if she talks about it, just change the subject subtly change the subject to quidditch." Harry advised.
"Quidditch. Right." Ron mumbled.
A/N: my muse has refused to make an appearance due to hurt feelings. ::: muse shakes fist and shouts 'Creative differences you moron! Get it right! They had to give me the snippy writer!' :::
She tore through the halls, heading straight for Gryffindor common room.
"Password," The fat lady asked pleasantly,
Hermione tried to remember it, and found that in her haste and shock, had forgotten everything of knowledge, save what his lips felt like, and how he had told her she liked it *and it was true! *
"I don't know!" She shouted angrily, mad at herself for letting one kiss put her in such a tizzy. "How should I know?"
"You are the prefect dear, and no need to be yelling now," The fat lady stated calmly.
"I don't care if I'm god! Just let me in!" The fat lady gave a little chuckle.
"Well, you certainly aren't that, and house rules, I can't let anyone in without the password,"
"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!" She cried, pulling her hair. "Do you have any idea what I have just been through? Do you? I FORGOT MY BOOKS!"
"oh my dear lord," a quiet voice said. It had the lilt of laughter, and Hermione almost broke into tears.
"GINNY! Thank you, god!" She sobbed, turning to her, grabbing her in a big hug. "What is the stupid password? I can't remember! I can't remember anything!"
Ginny patted her back awkwardly. "It's alright. The other day Neville put the stiff-leg charm on me, and it actually worked. But you know he's horrible with memory charms, you remembered me, it can't all be that bad."
Hermione raised her head in confusion. "Neville? What about Neville? I don't care about Neville!"
"Well I'm sorry! And you don't have to shout at me! You never forget anything, let alone a little password! Your brain is like an impenetrable vault! The only way you would forget anything is with a memory charm!" She told her angrily, scrunching up her face "I-"
"or a kiss," Hermione murmured.
"-was just trying to tell you-WHAT??!! You kissed someone? Who? Why! When?"
Ginny's eyes widened in shock, and she said "Sniggle puff," (the password) quite off hand as she grabbed Hermione's arm.
"Hermione! This is incredible! Who was the brave lad?"
She was pulled into the common room blushing profusely, with her head turned down.
Ginny harrumphed and groaned. "Oh come on!" She cried, exasperated. "It can't be that bad! And why won't you tell me? Your best friend?"
"It wasn't bad, and I can't, you'll kill me." She dead panned, huddling up in the worn old arm-chair by the fire, her favorite place to read.
"I won't----I don't think. Who was it? Now I'm dying to know! Do I know him?"
"Yes."
"Harry?" She asked pensively.
"Gross, he's like my brother." Ginny let a sigh of relief escape.
"I take it, it wasn't Neville, given the earlier conversation, so that only leaves one of two people who would have the balls or the stupidity I guess, it depends on how you look at it, to kiss you. Malfoy or Ron."
Hermione blanched at the obviousness in which the answer had been stated. So she did what any self-respecting woman who is afraid her best friend will find out she made out with her brother would do. Denied the whole thing.
"I didn't kiss anyone." She blurted, afraid.
"You did too! You said you did!" Ginny cried.
"That's rubbish! I did not!" She shouted. Ginny threw her hands up in the air.
"You did too you lying vamp! You even forgot the password because of it!"
"It was Neville's memory charm!" She cried.
"You know that's not true! I said that! Now you're stealing it so you don't have to answer who kissed you!"
"No I'm not! Neville brainwashed me!" She yelled.
"I did not!" Neville shouted from across the common room. Hermione turned in her chair, and shouted,
"Neville! You blasted little runt! Why when I get a hold of you-"
"SEE! YOU'RE LYING!" Ginny bellowed, jumping from the chair. "I knew it!" She came really close to her then and said quietly, "I won't tell another living soul Hermione, you know I won't. Just whisper it really quietly. I know who it is anyway. I was wondering when he'd get the gumption,"
"You do? You know? How do you know?" Hermione breathed.
"I'm his sister. I know everything. Come on, I see him all the time. I've known him since I was born. And he likes you, a lot. I mean, I never thought he knew it, at least not until lately, but then---"
"He's been strange lately. There's something different about him now, have you noticed?"
"Yeah, but maybe it's you, maybe he finally stood up and took notice. Well, he had to then, didn't he? He did kiss you." Ginny pondered.
"Yes," Hermione stated dreamily, "He sure did." Her face lit up, and she twirled a curl of hair around her fingers, a small smile playing on her face.
"gross." Ginny muttered. Hermione put a hand up to her face, and Ginny noticed the scarlet blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"I was such a fool. Oh Ginny, you would have laughed. I'm rubbish at this sort of thing," Hermione said.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, dearie. Tell me what happened."
"Well, I was turning a corner, going to the library you know, I had some books to return. And well, I overheard pansy Parkinson talking to her Slytherin friends on how Ron and Malfoy were fighting over her-"
"Were they?" Ginny interrupted.
"No. why would Ron fight over *that*?"
"I dunno, just wondering."
"Well, Ron came bounding up behind me, and he overheard them talking about how I had shagged Ron-"
"WHAT?" Ginny erupted. The whole of the common room turned and stared blankly. Ginny didn't scream. Ginny didn't yell. Something was up.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm hard, digging her nails in on purpose and pulled her up the stairs to the girls dorms.
"You did *what* exactly with my favorite brother?" She asked, teeth clenched.
"Nothing!! Really, Pansy just thought I did, but I didn't!" Hermione squeaked. Ginny mad was something to be greatly avoided. Not only did it overshadow Ron's anger by a lot, but it was on par with Hermione mad.
"And, why, pray tell, would she think that?" Ginny queried, in a too-calm voice.
"Because Ron wrote me a stupid note and put it in my text which she happened to find! That's why! I misplaced a book last night and it was with Ron's stuff, so being a prefect I couldn't have that upon me, so I woke up and went to find Ron, and if it wasn't bad enough, people started to wake up!" Hermione, now, was also angry. Ginny was her friend, and she was supposed to believe her.
Ginny stared at her, blankly.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WOULD HAVE MEANT?" Hermione bellowed, then lowering her voice, answered, "how would it look to find a prefect early in the morning in her PJ's in the boy's dorm, and rummaging around the bed of the boy she has had a crush on for years? NOT TOO FREAKING GOOD! So he hid me. In his bed. And that his why the note is somewhat misleading! Ginny, your supposed to be my friend! You're supposed to believe me, and help me out of this unbelievable mess I'm in, since they saw us!"
"THEY SAW YOU?" Ginny shouted, all anger forgotten.
"YES!" Hermione shrieked. It was lucky they were up in the dorms, or else the whole common room would be able to hear them. As it was, they only heard snippets, and it sounded like this.
"pray tell WHAT IT WOULD HAVE MEANT? Rummaging boy crush TOO FREAKING GOOD! Note leading gin posed to be believe me. Mess I'm in THEY SAW YOU?" so all in all, it was just incomprehensible shouting.
"He said to give them something to really talk about, and then he was there, and we were kissing, and I dropped my books! Then I shouted that he ruined my life, and I-well, I ran."
"You RAN?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least you didn't cry, or- or well, umm---vomit, right?" Ginny tried to sympathize. She realized she was failing miserably when Hermione's bottom lip began to quiver.
"Oh, my. I'm just making this worse, aren't I?"
"YES! You sure are! He must think I'm a complete knob! And I'm not! I'm really not!" She bawled.
"What am I going to do when I see him?" Hermione questioned, looking utterly distraught.
"Act like nothing happened. And like you own the world. But you can't ignore him, so if he talks about it, just be like 'I've kissed boys before, no big deal. Your not the first,' and stuff. And if he asks why you ran, just ask like it's the regular thing to do. He'll be so confused he'll just quit."
~*~MEANWHILE~*~
"What am I going to do when I see her?" Ron asked, running his hands through his hair.
"Umm, act like nothing happened. And if she talks about it, just change the subject subtly change the subject to quidditch." Harry advised.
"Quidditch. Right." Ron mumbled.
A/N: my muse has refused to make an appearance due to hurt feelings. ::: muse shakes fist and shouts 'Creative differences you moron! Get it right! They had to give me the snippy writer!' :::