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I thought I'd give this story a different twist;
But hell, I'd never have Ginny do anything that I personally wouldn't do myself~
I hope you enjoy the story.
I can't take my eyes off her. Then again, I usually can't. There's something so mesmerizing about Ginny Weasley. This is how we spend most of our afternoons; After classes are out for the day, we come down to the Quidditch field. Whether she has practice or not, Ginny spends every day trying to perfect her already unmatchable skills as a Catcher. I on the other hand sit on the bleachers and try to cram in some extra studying for my future exams. It's not surprising to hear, but I rarely get much reading done while out at the field. I just can't stop watching her. The flutter of her hair in the gusting wind, her freckled nose as it wrinkles in concentration, and hell I even find the soft layer of dirt that gets spread across her forehead from when she wipes sweat away to be entrancing. You see, I've long since given up on trying to convince myself that I don't find her attractive... I just haven't gotten around to telling her yet, considering that she's currently dating one of my best friends.
Ginny and I have been very close ever since the Chamber of Secrets incident. I suppose it started off as a need to protect her from further danger, but over the years she has become the best friend that I hold. Don't get me wrong, Harry and Ron are both excellent, but there's only so much that I can share in common with boys. Since my second year, Ginny has grown up substantially; She had hit her Weasley growth spurt, along with turning from a cute little girl into a very beautiful young lady. On the other hand, I can't say much for myself... The only things that are different about me is that I grew a few inches and I learned how to tame my God awful hair. Ginny says that she likes my poofball of a mane, but not everyone is blessed enough to be born with naturally silky hair like she was.
An hour has passed since the two of us had come out to the field. After a few more swoops on her broom, Ginny made her way over to where I am sitting. She stopped abruptly to my left, hopping off her sturdy broom and greeted me with a smile. God, if only she knew just how much I melt every time she does that. "Sorry for the hold up Hermione. I needed to practice some new strategies I've been working on. Get much work done?"
As if... "Sure did Gin. You ready to grab supper?"
"Am I ever. I'll make my shower a quick one."
"Just as long as you make sure to get all that dirt off your face."
"Yes, Mum."
We made our way to the locker rooms. Once there, I sat waiting on one of the many benches while Ginny walked off with a towel in hand. Seconds after she turned the corner, I could hear the light patter of shower water hit the concrete ground. I lay back on the bench, placing the back of my hand over my forehead. I can't quite figure out what's wrong with me. Better yet, I'm not entirely certain of my feelings. I wonder every day whether or not this is just a silly crush I have on my best friend, or if it's something more than that. I've never been in love, so I don't have anything to compare these feelings to. All I know is that when she's around I feel completely whole; Like I'm at my full potential and happiness. Yet there's still a piece of me that feels down. I'm so close, yet so far. The chances of Ginny feeling the same way back, even if I ever WERE to tell her, are very slim. I mean come on, why would she even think to want yo-My thoughts were interrupted by curtains of long, wet red hair dangling above my face. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd make it quick. Ginny looked down upon me, wearing that signature 'half-cocked' smirk of hers.
"I'm gone for five minutes and you nearly fall asleep on me? You're one lazy girl." She said to me, in blatant sarcasm no less.
"Oh sod off you. Shall we get going? If we're too late your idiot brothers will have eaten everything but the condiments."
She laughs. I secretly get a heightened pulse.
"Right, right. Let me throw on some shorts and we'll be on our way. You're such an impatient Betty today, 'Mione." Ginny sends me a wink before reaching to open her locker. I love how she always uses that playfully sarcastic tone whenever speaking to me. She doesn't do it much around anyone else. Well, at least not playfully of course.
Dinner came and went. It wasn't much different from any other night; Ron made a complete imbecile of himself in front of yet another Ravenclaw girl, Harry went on and on about how ridiculously Snape would critique him in Potions, and Ginny repetitively attempted to draw me away from keeping my nose in the text I had been so intently trying to study. Even though she is a bit of a distraction, I can say that I'd rather have Ginny pay that type of attention to me. Even if she may not be able to see it, I smile every time she comes up with some sort of a bizarre conversational topic to try and turn my focus from my books to her. But even though I never really budge, I do hope every day that she never stops trying...
It's well into the evening now, where the both of us are seated at the small table and couch, in front of the fire pit at Gryffindor Commons. This is generally the usual time when I help Ginny finish her work for the next day, where she begins to get exceptionally distracted. I suppose I can understand, not many students here have the educational drive that I posses. But really, this girl just can't seem to keep her head in the books past an hour into studying. Since I have already completed all of my assigned work, I began flipping through old notes which I have been putting off to organize.
"'Mione, I'm sorry but this is rubbish. When am I ever going to need to know the spell for this? It's absolutely useless." Ginny scoffed, I naturally roll my eyes in reply.
"You'd be surprised. Most of the spells you're learning right now were absolutely crucial in getting Harry and your brother out of trouble so many times in the past."
"Well they're a couple of nit-wits, I'd never be stupid enough to get into the sort of mischief that those two seem to always find themselves in."
I cock an eyebrow up at Ginny, in a playful manner. "High talk of the boy you're supposed to be dreamy over."
"Oh please Hermione. You, I, and the rest of Gryffindor knows that Harry is a complete idiot."
"Then why are you with him?"
"He's great as arm candy, and not a half bad snog." Ginny sends me a devilishly wide smile. "I'm kidding, he's a sweetheart. But I figure why not date him until someone who truly sweeps me of my feet comes along, right? I mean I like Harry, I'm just not obsessed with him like the rest of Hogwarts is."
"I see, not a terrible reason to date a boy." I softly shove Ginny's arm, in between flipping through my notes.
"Yeah, yeah. So what are you doing there?" She asks me, half interested.
"Trying to sort through this lot of notes. Might as well get it out of the way now."
As I turn a few pieces of parchment, I come across a page from Charms where I doodled a picture of Ginny and I holding hands with little hearts surrounding us, in the corner. I swiftly flip past it, but evidently Ginny's eye caught a glimpse of it.
"HEY, what've you got there? Hold up, 'Mione.. I saw hearts, I didn't know you were crushing on someone. Who is it?" She hops up to try and grasp the parchment away from my large stack, but I rip it away just as her hand gets close enough.
"Don't worry about it, I was just goofing off. I don't like anyone, Gin!" I frantically scoot back to the edge of the couch, my heart racing in what feels like fear.
"Bullshit, spill." Ginny jumps over on my side of the couch, reaching for the clutched hand in which the drawing of conversation is in. I try to roll off said couch to get away from her, but Ginny jumped up on top of me before I got the chance to, our stomachs now pressed against each other, Ginny's arm still stretched out. "Give me that picture, Hermione!"
Within a short moment we were face to face, her lips just barely hovering above mine, though her gaze was still upon the paper. Intensely distracted by the feeling of her body pressed against mine, combined with her breath pouring down upon me, I completely forgot about what I previously had been so intent on keeping from her grasp. With one swipe she tore the page from me, holding it behind my head to try and get a good look before I attempted to retrieve it. Both of us breathing slightly harder than usual, from the semi-wrestling match that we just had, Ginny let out a laugh of accomplishment.
"Now let's see who this secret crush of yours i-" Crap.. is this really happening? I pinched my eyes shut in disbelief, Ginny must have realized that the small stick figure beside mine is her. She stared at the paper for a good few seconds before looking down at me, a slightly confused look upon her face.
"Uh, 'Mione.. Is this who I think it is?" I look away, completely embarrassed by what my best friend had just seen. I never thought that THIS would be the way that she found out about how I feel about her. I took a deep breath before responding.
"Yeah Gin, that's you. It was just as a joke, you know? I was only playing around, bored in Charms and all." Like she's really gonna buy that, you idiot. With our faces still just inches away from each other Ginny eyed me over, carefully taking in the expression I wore, clearly not believing a word that I just said.
She stayed quiet for what felt like an excruciatingly long moment, before saying another word.
"Ah, fuck it." That was the last thing that escaped her mouth before she brought her previously outstretched hand down to turn my diverted face towards her own, dropping the so sought after parchment to the ground. Before I had a second to react, not like I would anyway, her lips forcefully pressed themselves against mine. If my heart had been racing before, it in no way compared to how fast it was beating now. For having such a filthy mouth it definitely tasted sweeter than I could have imagined. We laid there kissing for a good few minutes, I of course was soaking up every single second of it. Ginny ended the kiss with a final peck, lifting her head up and rubbed her lips together. I on the other hand was too stunned to do much besides just lay there in disbelief, looking up at her.
She squinted her eyes, then let out "Yeah, you're definitely a better snog than Harry." I just halfheartedly chuckled, my gaze still upon her while trying to catch my breath. Ginny looked back down at me with an innocent smile, before jumping up to lean against the couch seat. "So, should we get back to learning this bloody spell? We haven't got all night you know."
I hop up onto my elbows, looking at the girl before me in astonishment. I should have expected as much from her, such a lunatic..
I shake my head to try and regain my composure before stating "Yeah Gin, let's get to it." I fling myself back up into a sitting position, moving my legs to hang back over the seat of the couch. I lift up Ginny's text book and bring it over my lap. Before reading any words, I take one more glance at my best friend with a smile of disbelief so plainly written on my face, just to be greeted by that same friendly smile that I know so well.
We both laugh for a second before I say "So when doing this particular spell..."