She's an Angel, Minus the Wings
Her head is laying on my chest, she's thinking about something. I stroke her hair, I feel the heat that radiates off of her gorgeous head. I breathe in deeply, trying to consume her very essence; the very thing that makes up Ginny Weasley. Her hands are resting on my thighs and she's humming some random song. It's in the moments like these that I cherish her more than life itself. There was a time when I had thought I loved Ron, a time when I thought I loved Harry, and even a time when I thought I loved Draco Malfoy. But I had loved the smallest Weasley, the one everyone ignored, the one no one payed attention to, except for me.
When the Chamber was opened, I knew something was wrong. She had a dark look in her eyes. She always seemed on the verge of tears. I figured it was homesickness, it was her first year at Hogwarts of course. I was frightened of the Chamber, of the monster that was inside of it, that may come and attack me. Only two people comforted me, Rubeus Hagrid, and Ginny Weasley. Not Harry, not Ron, but Ginny. I remember during the nights I was petrified the tiny form of the youngest Weasley would come and sit by my bed and just talk to me. Everyone thinks that when you're petrified you're also dead to the world. I remember everything Ginny said to me, "Hermione, I'm so sorry. It's Tom, you see, he's making me do all of this. He loves me, Hermione. He says Harry loves me, too. Do you think so?" she'd ask. At those times I would scream, even to myself that she was loved, that Harry loved her, and this mysterious Tom loved her. I didn't admit to myself, or anyone else for that matter, that I also loved her.
I loved the way she would trail Harry down the halls, he'd always be oblivious to it, but when I turned a little red head would turn the corner. I would smile, very amused, and Harry and Ron often wondered what was going on in my studious head. The thing going on in my studious head was the guilt I felt for adoring this gorgeous girl.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked quietly. "Hmm?" I responded. "Why... Why do you like me? I mean, you could have, literally, all of my brothers plus half the school. Even Bill and Charlie think you're cute. Why'd you choose me?" I smile, she always asks this question. "Because you're gorgeous?" I say asking approval "You always say that!" she sounds a bit hurt. She demands a new compliment each time she asks "Because you're witty, and smart?" I ask again. I feel her smile with approval. This is so perfect. No one knows about us yet. I can't even imagine what Ron will think. Harry will be understanding, and wonderful, as usual. I often say to myself that if I didn't love Ginny, I'd love Harry.
I know the relationship between she and I will be a let down to the whole school. The Golden Boy and Granger were supposed to off into the sunset! Or, I was supposed to marry a Weasley. I guess in some way I will be. My parents know all about me, of course. They're just odd that way, I guess.
I kiss her softly on her neck, she tenses slightly. I make my way up to her ear, she's moaning softly. "Ginny, I do love you, you know that, right?" I whisper quietly. "Of course..." she murmurs. I kiss her jaw bone lightly, I kiss her cheek, and eventually make my way to her lips. The kiss is passionate, but light. I bite her bottom lip gently and slip my tongue into her mouth. That's all we need for right now. Gentle kisses, gentle caresses, nothing more.
I check my clock, it's nearly 5:00. It's almost time for dinner. She's asleep and I can't bare to wake her. I love watching her sleep. Her alabaster skin makes her blue eyes almost painful to look at, but I can never stop. Her freckles don't mar her skin, but accentuate it. And her red hair frames her face perfectly. She looks like an angel, minus the wings.