Just One Of Those Sunny Afternoons...

It was the summer holidays, and Harry and Hermoine had once again descended on the Weasley household. Harry, Ron and Hermoine were preparing for their final year at Hogwarts.

Ron and Ginny were the only two Weasley children left at home, and the house was rather quiet with only the two of them left. Harry and Hermoine often visited the Weasleys - they were accepted as part of the family, and Hermoine and Ginny had become close friends - while Harry and Ron were her dearest friends, there are just some things you can’t talk to guys about. Ginny was only a year younger, but she had no trouble fitting in with the other three, possibly because she has spent so much time in their company.

It was a particularly hot day this particular day, and Harry and Ron had preceded the girls into heading down to the local swimming hole. Hermoine had stayed behind to help Ginny find her bathers, which had disappeared in the mess that was the Weasley’s laundry.

Eventually they are triumphant, Hermoine finding the scraps of emerald green lycra amongst the laundry Mrs Weasley had done for Fred and George - despite their successful practical joke business, they still hadn’t managed to figure out how to wash their laundry, and Mrs Weasley was quite happy to do the laundry for them.

Hermoine flops down on Ginny’s bed, waiting impatiently for the slender red head to change into her bikini. Hermoine herself, as per usual, was wearing a sensible navy cat suit, covered with a t-shirt and shorts. She was always paranoid about getting sunburnt.

Ginny bounces into the room, chucking Hermoine the sunscreen lotion.

"Can you put some on my back for me? I can’t reach…" Hermoine catches the bottle deftly, and quickly goes to work brusquely rubbing the sunscreen lotion into Ginny’s back, an action she’s done countless times in the past - she never ceases to be amazed by the velvety texture of Ginny’s skin, nothing at all like any other skin she’s touched. Ginny sighs happily, pulling her hair over her shoulder out of Hermoine’s way.

"You know… Harry was telling me the other day about Muggle masseurs… they sound absolutely heavenly… have you ever been to one Hermoine?" Hermoine chuckles softly.

"Yeah… my mother and I go all the time… would you like one? I’m not as good as the professionals, but I’ve been told I’m not so bad." Ginny nods eagerly.

"Lie down on the bed on your stomach…" Ginny complies, and Hermoine knelt on the bed by her side, starting to rub at her neck. This soon grows uncomfortable for Hermoine, so she shifts to straddle Ginny’s hips, sitting on her upper thighs. She continues to rub the younger girls neck, shoulders and back, much to Ginny’s appreciation.

Hermoine, however, volunteered the massage for completely selfish reasons. She luxuriated in the feel of Ginny’s skin under her fingertips, still slightly greasy from the lotion.

Once she reached Ginny’s lower back, she stopped, gently patting her back.

"There… all done." Ginny groans softly.

"Already? That was just heavenly… you sure you can’t do it again?" Hermoine chuckles softly.

"No dear… that would be spoiling you." Ginny wriggles around and flips onto her back under Hermoine, pouting prettily. Hermoine wonders idly a moment if Ginny’s pouting lips are as soft as her skin.

"Aww… you’re no fun Hermoine…" Hermoine chuckles softly.

"Sure I am… come on, Harry and Ron’ll be waiting." Ginny wrinkles her nose as Hermoine clambers off her, heading for the door.

Ginny sighs softly, and skips down the stairs after Hermoine.

However, this process is seriously halted by Ginny missing a step, and sliding down the rest of them, to land at the bottom with a heavy thud. She shrieks at the lost of control, which brings Hermoine running.

"Are you OK Ginny?" She asks, genuinely concerned. Ginny nods slowly, rubbing the small of her back.

"I just jarred my back, that’s all. Nothing to worry about." Hermoine looks dubious about this, and moves to check Ginny’s back for any damage. Ginny leans forward slightly to let her, sighing softly as Hermoine’s fingers brush gently over her back.

"There’s nothing visible… I guess you’ll be ok…" Hermoine offers a hand to help Ginny up, which she accepts, pulling herself up. When she straightens, she winces with pain.

"Or maybe not." Hermoine’s immediately worried, and guides Ginny to a chair.

"I really wished I’d done Healing Arts now… I don’t even know any Muggle first aid!" Hermoine mutters to herself, furious at herself for not having an answer to this.

"It’s ok… Mum has some salve in the bathroom for emergencies like this… it’s a purple bottle with a green cork. You can’t miss it." Hermoine nods and heads off to get it. Ginny smirks a little… she almost feels bad, worrying Hermoine like that. Her back’s fine, really, but who was she to pass up an opportunity to have Hermoine fuss over and apply salve to her back? Certain not this girly girl.

Hermoine quickly returns with the bottle of "salve", and quickly goes to work at rubbing it in Ginny’s lower back, following Ginny’s directions.

"You’ve got such a nice touch Herm… maybe if you don’t end up as the Minister for Magic, you should be a masseuse…" Hermoine blushes slightly at the double compliment.

"Yeah yeah… go on with you. Come on, we’re so late…" Ginny groans softly.

"I don’t think I’ll go... my back hurts too much…" Hermoine’s concerned again.

"Oh, we don’t have to go then… what was I thinking? Here, you make yourself comfortable… do you want anything?" Ginny leans back a moment, thinking.

"No… I’m fine… you go ahead. I’ll be ok here by myself." She put on a brave face, but her tone was so forlorn, Hermoine couldn’t help but insist on staying.

"No, I’m staying. Can’t leave you here all by yourself…" She drags the footrest over to Ginny, sitting on it.

"Put your feet up… just relax…" Ginny smiles softly.

"Sure… " She does so, and flops an arm over the arm of the chair, wincing in real pain when her wrist hits the side of the chair. Hermoine leaps to attention again, and Ginny laughs softly.

"It’s nothing… just me being stupid. You’re such a worry wart Hermoine…" Hermoine manages to look a bit sheepish.

"Yeah I know… I’m just worried… don’t want any permanent damage or anything…" The girls chat for a while, Hermoine entranced by thoughts of Ginny’s lips, Ginny wondering impatiently if Hermoine is just going to kiss her already.

They lapse into silence unintentionally, just staring at each other. Impulsively, they both lean forward at the same time, tilting their heads just enough so as not to crash into each other, and their lips briefly touch.

After this brief encounter, the girls can’t get enough of each other, and after what seems like hours, they find themselves entangled in each other, breathless, lying on Ginny’s bed.

They hear the back door slam, and Ron’s worried voice carrying through the house. The girls frantically attempt to find clothes to pull on, Hermoine ending up in one of Ginny’s skimpy t shirts, Ginny just pulling the covers around her. Hermoine calls out to Ron to reassure them that everything’s fine. Harry and Ron appear in the doorway, with slightly sheepish and guilty expressions on their faces, not unlike the ones pasted on Hermoine and Ginny’s faces.

Ron and Harry fuss over the "injured" Ginny, which she endures… as the trio leave, Ginny catches Hermoine’s eye and winks, a wicked smile on her face.