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She laces her shoes one foot at a time and Hermione has to remind herself to breathe. There is something captivating about her, something that Hermione cannot place. Ginny is slightly too skinny; skin stretched tight around elbows and knees and her breasts are small: but Hermione is captivated by her, etching the image of Ginny kicking off the ground, catapulting into the air. Her breath hitches for an eternity as Ginny plummets to the earth, her fiery hair flailing all around her, pulling up at what seems like the very last moment. When she catches the snitch there is a triumphant grin on her face that she shares with the world, and Hermione knows that somewhere in that winning smile there is something secret; something reserved solely for her saying See, I told you I would catch it.
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Ginny laughs along with the rest of the table and Hermione has to tell the butterflies to stop. In the warm light of the pub, Ginny is alight with laughter and warmth; she is the flame to which the moth is fatally attracted. She watches as the men vie for her attention, and Ginny just laughs them off with a wave of her hand. Tonight she's here just to enjoy the balmy weather. Secretly, Hermione smiles to herself. If she can't have Ginny, then no one else will either. As Ginny raises the glass to her lips, Hermione is grateful that she's sitting because she doesn't think she can take the wink that is sent her way. Her smile feels weak in return and the damned butterflies are back but Ginny doesn't know any of this; she's far too busy with one of her many admirers.
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Hermione finds her with her hands above her head, her skirt twirling about her and barefoot, spinning in circles to a strange rhythm and Hermione has to tell her heart to beat. When her eyes find Hermione, she immediately grabs her hands, eliciting an unheard gasp from Hermione, and begins to spin with her. It is a slow dance, allowing the world to blur and whiz past them, the wind in their ears. She starts to feel dizzy and lightheaded so she plops on the grass heaving out a happy and contended sigh, waiting for the world to come back into focus. Ginny is still up there delighted and light as a feather but eventually she too falls to the ground skimming Hermione's arm who felt the jolt of electricity.
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Her eyes haven't quite adjusted to the dim light and Hermione has to tell time to start ticking again. Her mind is reeling because somewhere she still can't believe that she is kissing Ginny. Hermione is hot and flustered; but oh how she has wanted this for so long and Ginny's lips are just so soft, so she allows herself to give in to the kiss. And just as it started it ends, and Hermione for once doesn't have something to say. Ginny just brushes out the invisible pleats from her skirt; she flounces up grinning and holding out a hand, "Well are you coming to dinner or what?"