Ginny was lost in the kiss and the feel of her bodies against Hermione's. She had to fight to keep her squirming under control. She'd wanted this for so long and Hermione was filling her senses; her sounds, her scent were intoxicating.
Then...she was pulling away.
Ginny blinked as she regarded her friend. Merlin, it looked like Hermione was nervous again or even spooked. She instantly felt terribly guilty and disappointed. She wanted to say she was sorry but the words died on her lips.
What should she do? Ginny really didn't know.
"Well," she began a little sheepishly. "It's not like I've never been up visiting before. I don't think they would think anything about it." She regarded Hermione for a moment. "We could just lay here and talk like we do normally?" she offered, hoping that things weren't going to be weird between them now.
"But, if you are tired, I can go back down to me room. It's okay." She gave Hermione a small smile, hoping that wasn't the option her friend would choose.