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Breathe, Hermione. Breathe.
She took a calming breath, hands on the rail as her nails dig into the wood.
It's just a uniform, just a uniform! Why is this… affecting me like this?!
She looked up as a blur of red flew past, followed by three other green blurs.
Ginny, Quaffle in hand and brow furrowed in determination, whirled around, dodging a Bludger and swerving away from another Slytherin player.
Oh god, she looks so confident. So sure, so…
The flush was on her face in a heartbeat, and there was a tug at her elbow. She rolled her eyes and faced the smug expression of one Lavender Brown.
Ever since the light-haired girl had clocked on that Hermione was not actually interested in Ron, but rather his younger sister, her dorm mate had almost forced this unusually intense friendship with her.
Honestly, having the 'excuse' of 'needing' to go see Ginny in the Fifth Year girls dorm was almost her catchphrase at this point.
"Oh Hermione! Parvati and I were just discussing who's a better kisser, Ron or Dean, want to join in and tell us if Ginny is any better?"
I'd rather die than talk about how good a kisser Ginny's ex is.
"No, sorry, not stopping long. I’m staying the night in Ginny's dorm."
She walked out as the girls wolf whistled after her, their laughter following the blushing Gryffindor.
Little did they know Ginny was much better at kissing than either of the boys, from the amount of PDA she had seen, anyway.
Being the brightest witch of her age, she didn't even need to question who the best in other aspects was, either.
Anyway, Lavender was grinning ear to ear, eyebrows wiggling as she tilted her head to the pitch.
"Well... you certainly look… invested, Hermione. Something caught your…" she had a shockingly sly look for the somewhat… dense, girl, "attention?"
There was a cheer and they both looked up; two Slytherin defenders crashed to the ground, Ginny swerved around the third and threw the ball into the top goal.
"Weasley scored again for Gryffindor! Making the score 120 – 40… Slytherin know they're meant to be playing, right? Ah- sorry Professor McGonagall-!"
Lee Jordan's voice was in the back of her mind as Ginny did a victory loop, fist bumping the air and high fiving Harry as she flew past.
… Merlin's beard. She's so… hot.
Her teeth clenched as she looked back into the smug staring eyes of Lavender Brown.
I won't be a… a- a horny teenager!
"Ahhermh-"
Oh- Merlin damn it.
Lavender giggled, hand over mouth at Hermione's dry throat and response.
"Say no more Hermione- as if you could, that is!"
Some of the overhearing Gryffindors started snickering and Hermione's cheeks flushed bright red.
This is what I get for outing us so publicly… it's not my fault she looked so good in that uniform…
Oh.
Bloody Quidditch uniform.
She cleared her throat and took another breath.
"I must have a cold of some sort."
Lavender did a small look up and down on the other Sixth Year, giving a small wink. Hermione shut her eyes and sighed in acceptance of ridicule.
Of course, it's scorching weather and I'm in my skirt, shirt and tie. For the love of-
"Sure, looks like you're… cold. Maybe you should head back to the dorms to relax or something… Don’t wanna get flustered, right?"
Hermione gave her a deadpan expression and looked back at the pitch, trying her hardest to ignore the louder laughing from surrounding people.
Harry must have somehow sensed her stress, because he caught the Snitch in the next eight minutes, receiving a fist bump from Ginny and a shoving hug from Fred and George. Ron nodded his congratulations with a thumbs up from the goalposts.
"Gryffindor wins with 270 points!"
There is a chant of "Weasley is our Queen" in the audience. Hermione releases the wood and stands, loosening the tie around her neck a little as she starts to... attempt, to calm down.
"Off to go see Ginny are you?"
"Ooh careful! Madam Hooch might come in to investigate any loud noises!"
Now thoroughly red faced, Hermione made her way to the steps down.
"At least she's representing the Gryffindor colours!"
They're now howling with laughter at her current state. Well, while they were right, at least she gets to see the star of the match.
She got out of the stands and outside, making her way to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
"You were great out there, Gin!"
"Thanks Katie. You were great too!"
"Now you're just being nice…"
Hermione opened the door, watching with a raised eyebrow as Katie looked away from her girlfriend as soon as she entered.
Why's Ginny gotta be so attractive to everyone else as well as me.
The redhead turned at her entrance and smiled, her beautiful face lighting up her freckled face as the chocolate brown eyes zeroed in on her.
"'mione!"
She took two massive steps - when did she get so tall? - and caught Hermione in a big bear hug, lifting her with a half spin.
"Hey Gin, you were brilliant!"
The redhead put her down, grin still in place. She cupped the back of Hermione's head and leant down. The curly haired girl's eyes slid shut as her warm lips met her own.
There were wolf whistles, and Ginny smirked into their moment, raising her arm, which had fallen to Hermione's waist, and raising it in the direction of the sounds.
"Mm, is that a middle finger?" Hermione asked in a brief pause.
"... Maybe."
She laughed back, low and entertained. Her hands came up into Ginny's hair and tangled themselves in it, eyes darkening as she made eye contact with the youngest Weasley.
"Well hurry up and get ready to go, I'll find a better use for them than mocking your other teammates."
She swallowed Ginny's gasp with a second heated kiss, both not noticing the flash of light coming from her female teammates, too enthralled in each other to even care about anything else.
Hermione pulled back, gently nipping at Ginny's bottom lip, smugness engulfing her at the purely aroused expression on her face.
"Meet me in the Room of Requirement in ten… and keep the uniform on."
Hermione walked away with a small swagger in her step. While Ginny could give as much as she could, unintentionally, Hermione could definitely match her on it with intention. Knowing the younger girl was as into her as much as Hermione was gave her a sense of pride.
This fact was solidified when the Room of Requirement's doors were slammed open and she was once again taken, repeatedly, by the youngest and most beautiful Weasley.
Monday afternoon, a day after the game, the two girls finally showed their faces after spending the weekend alone, having food sent to the Room and just enjoying each other's company.
They had dipped back to the dorms to get changed, and were both currently sat at the Gryffindor table, Ginny eating bacon while reading from a small book, with Hermione to her right aggressively writing on some parchment.
"Hey 'Mione, Gin, how's the cold?"
Ginny choked on her bacon and laughed, Hermione started to glare at the boy sat opposite, but realises Harry was just being… Harry.
Poor, sweet, naive Harry.
"Much better, thank you Harry."
He smiled and grabbed some toast.
"That's good to hear."
She hummed and took a sip of some pumpkin juice.
"... So are you just wearing the scarf to hide your hickies then?"
Pumpkin juice sprayed all over her homework and the Boy Who Lived, she pulled the scarf closer despite the heat and ignored the choked laughter from her girlfriend.
"How did you- what?!"
Harry looked way too innocent as he slid the school newspaper across the table.
GRYFFINDOR WINS AGAINST SLYTHERIN was the garish headline, the subtitle underneath, with a photo attached, is what made her pause.
WEASLEY GAINS MORE THAN THE QUIDDITCH CUP
The moving photo of their steamy lip lock meets her gaze, the small credit in the bottom, Colin Creevey, was practically circled and underlined.
I'm gonna have to curse him, now.
There was a tap on her shoulder, she steeled herself.
"So… didn't finish the homework? How come, did you have a fun weekend or something, Hermione?"
"Oh, Lavender…"
She faced the blonde, eyes dull with acceptance of the whole school, and possibly even the teachers, being aware of her weekend activities.
"... Piss off."