Title: Worst Thing I Could Do.

Author: Watching Corpse Bride instead of updating.

Summary: The sequel to First Kiss. Post HBP. Post War. One Shot. Ginny Hermione. Hermione finds Ginny in the garden after a funeral and comforts her best friend.

Discalimer: I own a tee shirt that proclaims my godliness. Or not. It mentions being spoiled.

I left the graveyard on saturday morning only to be back that evening. I couldn't leave him for long. Ron had meant everything to me. I knelt before his grave, hearing once more the rumors.

They said I had gone straight from Harry to Ron and that Ron had let himself be killed rather than be rebound for me. It wasn't true! Couldn't they see that? Ron had loved me and I had let him go. It was my fault.

I heard a sound coming from the other side of the grave. I walked around to see Ginny crying soflty on a bench.

I remembered Ginny. She had been dry eyed at the funeral, but I knew she had been holding it in. She probably blamed herself too.

I went and sat beside her. She looked up through her red hair, quickly wiping away the tears.

"Hey, Mione."

"Hey Gin."

"I'm sorry."

"About Ron?"

"And the rumors."

"You didn't-"

"Start them?" Ginny wrinkled her nose and I admonished myself. Of course Ginny wouldn't have."Gods, no Hermione! What kinda girl do you think I am?"

I smiled and ruffled her hair. "The younger prettier kind."

Ginny grinned. "With those atributes, what need have I for rumors?"

I laughed softly. "I don't see why they can't just see that-"

"I was dating Harry before the war. Not you."

I smiled over at her.

"There are worse things I could do," I sang. Ginny giggled.

"Then go with a boy, or two," I waved my hand dismissively.

"Even though the neighbor hood, thinks I'm trashy and no good." I pouted.

"I suppose it could be true." I wrinkled my nose and finished. "But there are worse things I could do."

"I could flirt with all the guys!

Smile at them and Bat my eyes!" I peered sultrily over my shoulder at the giggling Ginny.

"Press against them when we dance!

Make them think they stand a chance!" I held out a hand like a boy was before me, proposing.

"Then refuse to see it through!" I pulled back my hand and turned my head away.

"But, that's a thing I'd never do."

I jumped up on the bench. "I could stay home every night!"

I waved one arm in front of me as Ginny laughed.

"Sit around and wait for Mr right!

Take cold showers every day.

I could throw my life away.

On a dream that won't come true.

But that's a thing I'd never do!"

Ginny grabbed my shirt and pulled me back to the bench. Suddenly I was very close to her and all my old attraction was coming back.

"I could hurt some one like me."

Ginny seemed to sense the change in mood and looked into my eyes.

"Out of spite and jealousy."

I crawled closer.

"I don't steal, and I don't lie!

But I can feel and I can cry!

And that's a fact I'll bet you never knew!"

Tears started their course down my cheeks and I turned away. She gently grabbed my chin and pulled me back to her.

"But to cry in front of you," She began.

We sang the last line in unison. "That's the worst thing I could do."

Then she kissed me. And this time, I returned it.

(A/N: Ok, there you have it. Not sure, but I might be tempted into writing a sequel.