It was a normal Saturday evening at Hogwarts, and everyone was at the Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff quidditch game. It had started hours ago but both of the Seekers were absolutely useless; in all honesty the game could go on all night.

I couldn't honestly care less about the game though. I was glad everyone from Gryffindor was gone, for the time being; especially Ronald Weasley.

I was sick and tired of him and that floozy Lavender Brown snogging everywhere and anywhere. I was disgusted with his blatant disrespect of my feelings for him, not to mention our friendship.

So there I sat, alone in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, crying and feeling extremely sorry for myself.

"Knock knock" Said a voice at the door, "I'm coming in so wipe your tears 'Mione."

"Oh hush Ginny, I don't need you making fun of me!" I said as I cleaned my wet face on my sweater.

"I'm not here to make fun of you! You're my best friend and you are hurting; I'm here to cheer you up!" Ginny said, entering the room with a bottle of Fire Whiskey and a couple of small glasses.

"GINNY! How on Earth did you manage to get that in the castle!?" I exclaimed, stunned at her contraband.

"What do you mean, get it in the castle? It was already here, you just have to know where to look!" She said winking and taking a seat on my bed beside me. "So… spill!"

"What do you mean 'spill'? You know exactly what and who is bothering me!" I said throwing my head into my hands.

Ginny didn't respond right away; she simply opened the bottle and poured a shots' worth of Fire Whiskey into each glass. Soon she was pressing one of the glasses into my hand.

"Gin'… you know I don't drink, I never have…" I whined, not trusting the golden liquid.

"Well today you will just have to make an exception! Bottoms up, love!"

I watched as she quickly took her shot then waited on me to take mine. I stared into the glass and swirled it around a bit while I made a decision. I suppose being drunk is better than being hung up on Ronald Weasley…

"Cheers." I whispered before bravely pouring the liquid into my mouth and swallowing. The hot liquid burned all the way down, and sent chills up my spine. I shook my head vigorously, waiting for the feeling to go away.

"That a girl! Here take another!" Ginny said pouring us new shots.

"No, no I mustn't!" I pleaded.

"Oh yes, yes you must!"

With a bit more pleading, I took the second shot, then a third. My head was feeling light as air and my body felt like it was on fire. I quickly took off my sweater and stopped Ginny before she could pour any more.

"Okay Ginny," I said hiccupping slightly, "that is quite enough!"

"For now," She said with a grin, "so start talking girl, let it out."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin! Besides, it's your brother! Isn't it weird talking about him?"

"Nonsense! Fuck him! Honestly, he's an absolute ogre!" She exclaimed giddily and I could tell the Whiskey was having an effect on her as well. "Go on, now. Say what you're feeling 'Mione. Get it all off of your chest!"

"Fine. Here goes!" I said, mentally bracing myself for the difficult sharing of feelings. "This morning on my way to breakfast, I spotted them together behind that gargoyle to the left, on the 2nd floor. You know the one I'm talking about?"

"Yes, go on." Ginny said, taking another shot of the golden liquid on her own.

"I saw them there, and at first I thought they were just snogging, I'm pretty used to them doing that. Then I realized it was something more. I don't even know why I stared, I'm a fucking masochist, but I did. I watched him slide his hands into her lose pants…" I said motioning for her to pour me another shot. Once she did and I drank it, I continued my story. "And I could bloody tell she enjoyed it because she, she, she…"

"It's okay, Hermione…" Ginny said as she soothingly rubbed her hand in circles over my back.

"So there she was fucking cumming in the hallway, for the boy I love and I have never even been kissed!"

"But I thought you and Krum…?"

"No…" I said a bit ashamed. "Everyone just assumed we had. Anyways, seeing her so happy… it just made me think. When's my time to be happy? Like when am I ever going to get off? Ron won't even give me a chance!"

"Forget Ron! You are an independent woman, capable of pleasing yourself!" Ginny exclaimed, all smiles as she held up the bottle of whiskey in the air.

I instantly blushed a deep shade of red that Ginny, to my embarrassment, noticed right away.

"Wait… are you telling me you've never even done it yourself? Hermione!" Ginny said, stunned.

"Oh shut up! I just always imagined that my first, um, what should I call it? 'Big O,' would be from the man of my dreams! You know, like in one of my Muggle romance Novels!" I explained as she handed me another shot.

Once we emptied our glasses and were properly drunk, we both leaned back, shoulder to shoulder, against my headboard.

"Hermione Jean Granger, the very first lesson of womanhood should first and foremost be how to please oneself! Men are such imbeciles, and hardly know what to do!" Ginny said, sipping lightly from the bottle.

"Well where on earth was that class in womanhood, because I certainly missed it!" I said giggling and turning to face her.

Little did I know, she had turned to face me at that exact same moment; our noses were a hair apart.

She didn't move her face from mine, and I didn't move mine. I simply sat there, mesmerized by her energy. I watched as she looked at me, up and down, and I wondered if she was feeling the same intense curiosity as I was.

For a moment I thought we would kiss, but then, without warning, she turned away. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath the entire time until I suddenly released it in that moment. Had I wanted my best friend to kiss me? A hot wetness between my legs answered my question. Yes, I had been dying to kiss her.

After that swift moment in which I yearned for her kiss and was denied, she finally spoke.

"I could show, you know, what it's like…" She mused, staring off at something or other.

After thinking she didn't want to kiss me, I was stunned by her words.

"Wha- what..?" I stammered; not certain if I understood her correctly.

"You couldn't tell anyone though, not Harry, and especially not Ron." She said facing me again. "Do you promi-?"

I interrupted her words my forcing my lips into hers and entering my first kiss. Once I realized what I had done I backed away.

"It's okay," she giggled. "Here, just follow, my lead."

I watched as she shifted her body towards mine and straddled my hips. Now we were face to face. She placed a soft hand on my cheek and glided it gently into my hair as she leaned forward. She closed her eyes as she approached my lips, and I followed in suit.

Her lips softly melted in to mine, with just the slightest bit of suction, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body. As she kissed me, my hands involuntarily moved towards her thighs, which were on either side of my body.

Ginny responded to my touch by gently sliding her tongue across my mouth, opening my lips ever so slightly. Soon she was massaging my tongue with hers and I was moving my hands up her thighs, towards her hips.

The intensity of her kisses strengthened as my hand s got slightly closer to her center and I could feel desire overcoming my own hot center.

Suddenly, she separated her lips from mine, and looked into my eyes. I could see the same yearning, the same carnal hunger in her eyes that I felt between my thighs. I brazenly made the next move and lifted her shirt up and off.

I didn't know how this was going to work, but I needed her, craved her touch, and she wanted me just as much…