Is This Love

Masks of Glass

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Femmslash. Eh… Au-ish. They aren't magical people. But they go to boarding school and its still gonna be called Hogwarts 'cause I'm lazy and I don't wanna think up anything. Some of the characters may be a bit OOC but that doesn't really matter… does it?

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I'm just a bad actor stuck with a shitty script
All of my lines are cheap and the cast is weak
There was no music for the first time I got kissed
There was no femme fatal my mistress wasn't rich
So I've been formatted to fit your TV screen
The film went straight to tape
I'll bow out quietly
So quietly

'Let it Enfold You' by Senses Fail

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Her life was slowly spiraling down. She was falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that threatened to take complete control of her. The surreal role that she'd thrusted upon herself to play was weighing her down, making her silly charade begin to crumble. She couldn't hold the mask in place much longer. It all felt wrong. So wrong.

But the mask never faltered, never allowed anything to slip through. It was made of steel. It was made of glass. Her blue eyes shined, anticipating. Behind her charade they were tired, uninterested. She licked her dry lips, wanting. All she wanted to do was scowl and run off, find something worthwhile. Her feet took initiative, a slight step forward. She wanted to run.

He met her half way in her slow cautious walk toward him. Their eyes locked, desire hued and intense. His eyes were something she could get so lost in. So deep. So penetrating. She could drown in those depths, choking and gagging and trying to look away. But she was held firmly by his arm, now around her waist, and the way those eyes shone in the moonlight. The way they became so dark and shone so brightly, illuminating, making her think of beautiful emerald jewels.

His lips met hers, softly. A brush of gentle and coarse. She closed her eyes, waiting. For what? For something. Anything. A spark, warmth, repulse, desire… nothing. There was nothing. It wasn't like her friend had gushed. There was no music. There weren't any scorching flames. No electric buzz. She didn't want to rip his clothes off and just fuck him right on the spot like Melissa Roger had claimed there'd be. There was just… nothing. Just lips coming softly against hers. And that dull sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The one that wouldn't go away.

This was a kiss? This? She'd thought there'd be more. But there wasn't. There was just… nothing. And it aggravated her to no end. She broke away; her eyes already open, meeting his when he felt her move out of his embrace. She blushed slightly and smiled. It went against everything she felt, or didn't feel, at that moment to do those two things.

"Uh… Goodnight." And with that last mumbled word she almost ran up the stairs towards her dorm.

Once at the door she braced herself for the onslaught of questions she'd receive. 'So? How was he?' 'Was he a good kisser Gin?' 'Why are you back so early?' And it would just go on and on and on. She couldn't even imagine what they'd say when she told them she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. If she could even bring herself to do so. She sighed and opened the door quietly.

'Best to get it all over with.'

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She dove in; ready to take what was hers. What she knew would be hers. It was all an easy game. Her tongue trailed along her newest fling's bottom lip before kissing the other woman, hard. It was like reading a new book. Something interesting, gripping. She wanted to know every detail. She wanted that waiting suspense, to find any surprises. To write a new sentence with her tongue and erase the old with her smothering lips.

It was all heat. Passion. Desire. The moment. It was all in the moment. And tomorrow, maybe even next week, she'd find a new book to read. She hated reading the same passage over and over. So she just decided she didn't want to anymore and plucked something fresh from the shelves.

She bit the dark haired woman's full bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan. It made her smirk, her lips leaving burning trails of want down the length of the other woman's elegant neck. Her hands roamed, chilled fingertips meeting heated skin. She loved the thrill. The anticipation. The way they became putty in her hands. Sure, there were the drawbacks of it. The clingy ones. The ones who stupidly tried to use her. But they were just minor setbacks. She wasn't looking for love and if they didn't know that… their bad. The hazel-eyed woman wasn't to blame for their willingness and stupidity.

A moan escaped the other woman and she focused back on the task, her hand skittering up higher under the confines of the dark haired woman's tight sweater. She could feel the smooth, heated skin. She could feel the lust within her grow and the compelling itch to rush things along made her fingers ghost faster up the other woman's torso.

Her ruby lips parted, biting roughly into the girl's neck, making her gasp. Making her breath quicker and her mind hazy. She licked the small bite mark, the dark haired woman moaned. Her hazel eyes clouded over, she loved that sound. She loved making people make that sound.

She cupped a nicely rounded breast in her hand and ran a nail along a nipple. Things were just starting to get a bit exciting. She kissed the woman hard on the lips, letting the on coming moan vibrate lightly against her lips.

"Ahem…" The sound was annoying, indignant. She shooed whoever it was away with her free hand. They would piss off if they knew what was good for them. She would be extremely annoyed if it was one of those snooty little Prefects. Again, a clear female voice interrupted her. "Excuse me. It's after hours and-"

"Either sod off or join in." The hazel-eyed woman paused her ministrations to look at the intruder from the corner of her eye. She smirked as her eyes ran up along a tall, athletically enticing form. "Though I think we'd all like it better if you'd join."

The attractive red head just glared at the hazel-eyed woman. She pointed to her shining Prefect's badge. "Unless you want-"

"Oh please," She scoffed and looked to ginger haired woman. "I truly do despise you bloody Prefects. All rules, rules and rules. Can't a person just have some sodding fun? First Ron tries to sneak up and watch and now you bug me-"

The young Prefect raised an elegant eyebrow. "Can't have much fun if your partner in crime's run off now can you?"

Hermione looked to where the dark haired woman was just standing a moment ago and frowned. The night was not going as planned. And the woman before her, donning a cocky grin, had lost her a good fuck. The night was definitely not going as planned. And the girl before her would pay for that. "Not really. Unless…"

The odd swirl of something in the brunette's striking hazel eyes made her stomach churn menacingly. She looked at the other woman skeptically. "Unless what?"

"Unless I find a new partner in crime." She smiled sweetly. The image obscuring the reality of the tryst that was just foiled.

The Prefect squirmed under the intent gaze of those hazel eyes and that 'sweet' grin. "What are you getting at…" She realized she hadn't even figured out the brunette's name.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger." She took a few confident strides closer and smiled at the younger girl. "And you are?"

"Ginny." She stated warily. She was a little concerned about the way the brunette was so questionably close. And why her blood began to pulse so heatedly beneath her skin.

The name sounded familiar. Hermione looked at the girl's golden Prefect badge and smirked deviously. It was always fun fucking around with the good girls. There was something about innocence that made the brunette just want to soil it. And something about red heads that made her grin.

"Ginny…" She tasted the name. Dissolved its texture and flavor. It made the red head before her suppress a shiver.

"I think it's best you go back to your own dorm Miss Granger." Ginny frowned. She didn't like the blatant informality the other woman was using.

"Actually Ginny," Hermione's features took on a slightly serious note. But Ginny could see that taunting glow in her enigmatic eyes. "I think you should go back to your dorm."

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Author's Note: Eh… review. Tell me what you think. Hermione, too straightforward? Ginny, lacking something? What, what, what? Haha. I'll have the second chapter done very, very quickly and you guys better make me type impossibly fast. :)