Hit so Hard

Chapter One: Actions Speak Louder than Words

Ginny could only watch, but not comprehend, as Hermione explained the properties of the Polyjuice Potion in the empty fourth year girl's dormitory. She watched with total concentration as Hermione's soft lips moved, tempting Ginny to lick, to suck on. The redhead absentmindedly rubbed her leg, caught in the moment. Her breath came out slow, as she imagined pinning the other girl on the bed right that second. Kissing her lips down to her collarbone, then proceeding to nibble on her earlobes... She would let Hermione gasp in surprise, and then put her hand up the off-guard brunette's skirt. Moving her hand slowly, up the creamy thighs...Inching, rubbing, crawling, teasing, while staring lustfully into her brown eyes. Hermione would whisper 'Please, Ginny, oh please.' The redhead, iting for this moment, would go the extra centimeter to her knickers, caressing the wet spot between her legs...

"Ginny, are you listening... Ginny?" a voice asked.

Ginny opened her eyes to see Hermione staring at her. Hermione's beautiful chocolate-brown eyes filled with concern.

"Gin, are you alright? Is anything bothering you?" Ginny, putting on her best innocent look shook her head slowly.

Hermione, not looking pleased with the answer at all, proceeded to close the Potions book, and situated herself closer to Ginny.

Hermione was so close, Ginny could feel the heat radiating off her. 'I knew I should have taken Seamus as my Potions tutor. This was definitely a mistake,' Ginny thought with a gulp.

"'Mione, there's nothing wrong... I just can't concentrate, I don't ...um, feel well."

"Ginny, I wish you wouldn't lie to me," she answered softly.

The redhead didn't fail to notice the hint of hurt in Hermione's voice. At that moment Ginny could only think of one thing to do: Take that beautiful face of hers and kiss it gently. Scolding herself, Ginny kept her features and impulses controlled.

"All right, there is something wrong... It's just, I can't tell you." The blush crept up on Ginny's face as the silence grew heavier.

"Gin, don't you trust me? I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything." Hermione took Ginny's hand in hers as a sign of comfort, "I'll be here no matter what it is. Friends are always here."

Ginny leaned in swiftly and kissed Hermione lightly, putting a chestnut curl back behind her ear.

Hermione stared at Ginny, eyes wide as saucers.

"I....G-Gin-ny," she stuttered.

"Shhh." Ginny put a small freckled finger to Hermione's lips. "Don't speak."

Ginny stood up, and made her way to the door. She turned the doorknob, and pulled the wooden door open. Though, before walking out into the corridor, she looked back at Hermione and smiled. Then she was gone.

Hermione didn't bother getting up from the bed, or even collapsing onto it. She just sat there, staring at her hand, and licking her lips. The taste of whipped cream and strawberries, taunting her tongue and her senses...

Hermione Granger didn't have a clue what to do. She just knew something had happened. And that did not sit well with her.