Games
You sit quietly at your desk, turning once in a while to look out of the window to see the sun shining., parchment before you, trying to come up with ideas to the essay you know needs to be done. You've never been the creative one, you're good at remembering things, their shape, their likeliness, numbers, statistics, but the creative side of you have never really come through. You're perfectly happy with that though, you don't need to be creative. Or rather, now you do. Bloody homework. Bite me, I couldn't care less.
You tap your pen in the ink bowl, of course you spill all over yourself, you curse silently, muttering a cleaning charm, it frustrates you when you're blank. You need to concentrate!
You place your elbows on the desk, and cover your eyes with your hands, trying to get something, anything, remotely useful to come forth. It doesn't happen, instead you keep picturing yourself and her hand in hand in the poring rain, hand in hand, smiling ever so blissful..
You smile to yourself, letting the daydream continue, till she bends down, looking into your eyes, searching for something, and you smile, letting her lean closer…
You slap yourself. Hard. You're sure there'll be a mark tomorrow. Not that you haven't tried that before. It's just so bloody frustrating, first the stupid homework project, and now, she wont leave your thoughts.!
Running a hand through your already messy hair, you turn back to your work. Her face haunts you awake or asleep. You wonder : Have anyone felt this way about anyone before me? I wish I could stop obsessing. Though it seems impossible at this point.
You need something to calm you down. You rise from your chair, and in a few quick strides you reach your closet. Ironic how the world works.
You open the second drawer to the right, unsteady hands working through the fourth layer of tidy placed shirts, you know you're breaking the rules, and the worst with that is, the fact that you don't mind. It gives a little thrill actually, always being a goody-goody girl, and that complete image annoys you, you complete your search, finding a box neatly wrapped in a red tie. You snort at your behaviour. If they only knew…
You stumble over to the window, the light is so bright in your eyes you close them momentarily. You pull the window open, and sniff in the fresh air. You realize now how much you missed the fresh oxygen, and to keep in mind to buy a plant. Scratch that. A cactus maybe, you're known as a full on flower killer. Not on purpose of course. You just forget.
As you walk back to the desk, you sit down. Frowning at the fact it isn't good for you. Probably the reason you're doing this. Oh, that and the fact it calms you down. You're kind of neurotic, and in need of something to calm your nerves.
You open a drawer, in the desk. Rustling though some papers, realizing it isn't there, you close it again, to go through the next drawer. It isn't there either, you hope for lucky number three, and yep there it is. A small lighter, orange with a blue line on the side. You unwrap the pack of cigarettes that was buried in the red fabric.
You look at the package, and give a snort, the day Malfoy left school, about two weeks ago, there was a basket in front of your door. It had a card on it that read: "To my unbeloved Mudblood."
In the basket was packed a fire whiskey, a business card to a wizard shrink, and three packs of cigarettes, and at the very bottom of the basket another card, that read "To be killed. With Love. M."
You never spoke to any of your friends of that basket. You didn't see a reason to.
You looked down at the cigarette pack, on it stood "SMOKING KILLS" and with Malfoys ugly handwriting 'Especially on ugly mud bloods…'
You grinned. Like you cared if your life was going to be a bit shorter. Who needs to be 96?
You took a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled deeply, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling it gave as you took yet another breath of it's delightful smoke. You were right. Just what you needed. As you were enjoying the cigarette, you were so caught up in ideas to an essay, writing and smoking at the same time, you didn't hear the door go. Only when you felt hands on your shoulders you woke up from your cigarette daze.
She placed her head on your shoulder, purring, making you shudder "I thought we agreed that you'd stop that."
You grinned "I thought you agreed I'd stop." She laughed, "Your point? I've never been big on democracy, I'm a believer of dictatorship. Or Godlike worshipping of me." She paused. "People just don't always know what's good for them." She added as an afterthought.
You shrugged " Who says I'm 'people'?" She pointed towards your cigarette, now almost done, "You do."
You put down your pen, "What I want to with my life is my own business, my dear." She shrugged, "I guess."
She walked over to your bed and sat down, patted the spot beside her and purred "Aren't you coming?" How you hated this game she was playing with you. "I don't think I can Gin, important homework here." You excuse yourself.
Ginny scoffed behind you, "Yeah, I know it's important, I also know it's not due till a couple of weeks from now. Remember, I've got unknown sources…" This time it was you to scoff, "Like the brother, a year older than you, you mean?" She sighed "Well, not so unknown maybe, but still. Come play!" She whined. "Fine." You breathed. Getting tense again. "Can I have another cigarette at least?" She shook her head. You could just hear it. "Come oooon 'Mione, you're no fun!" You sighed, putting the butt out. Muttering sarcastically "was I ever…" hoping she didn't hear.
Unfortunately she did. "Well, you were quite fun this Friday, and the Wednesday before that, and the Monday before that, and the Saturday before that and the Friday before th-" You walked over and muffled her mouth with your hand. Of course she still ranted various dates and times of her even through your hand. You knew what she wanted. You removed your hand, and gave her a heart searing kiss, that was a little more rough than you were used to. After that you pulled back, her breathing hitched a bit, making you smile.
"See, that was also… Quite… Enjoyable…" She breathed, leaning towards you once again going for the kill. She's a marvolent kisser, you'll give her that. You enjoy these little sessions you have each other, quite often you might add.
There are perks and downsides of being a Head Girl:
Perk, You've got a room all to yourself. Downside, You can't tell her no, because you'll get caught.
Perk: You are the only one who can enter since you must have a password to come in. Downside: You gave it to her while you were just friends, and you're debating weather or not to change it, because on one level you hate this arrangement.
And on one level, you love it. You love her.
How you hate loving her, not just the fact that she's your boyfriends baby sister, not just the fact that she was your best friend before you both decided it would be 'just for fun' to make out… or more. Not just because you had a crush on her that's a little more that a year old, and not just because ever since you fell deeper in love with her you've been wanting to beak up with her brother, a sweet but dumb guy, who loves you for you, she's the one telling you no, to be with him. To keep this appearance up.
You want it to continue because you love her. You love that she's yours. Even if it is for limited time, a couple of times a week. You love that, just because she isn't yours. Not really anyway, she'll rather sleep with you than with her boyfriend.
You don't know when it happened, that you were lying down. Maybe in the middle of her sucking your neck, and you fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, muttering about there were too many buttons, and 'why did you have to button them ALL?'
As you enjoy her hitched breathing, the way her breasts bounce as you caress them, the way her mouth makes an 'O' when she's breathing your name over, and over and over again, you realize you can't keep doing this. Not to her, or yourself.
But then she does it. She swiftly rolls on top of you, straddling your hips, making you want her and forget you ever wanted this to end. (Though you know, as soon as she leaves, you'll be heartbroken once more.)
She kissed your cheek, caressing the side of your stomach, tenderly moving down, her steady hands and calm demeanour working through your buttons of you shirt, she's far more skilled when it comes to this point. And while opening you buttons, she knows what to drive you mad, make you loose yourself in her, just waiting to die and be pulled back again with a shock.
She's nibbling at your collarbone, working her way lover, and as she's pulling the shirt of you, she delighted to fin that you're not wearing a bra. You just didn't bother today. "For me?" She says in a delighted way that sounds like she's three years old again, just receiving what she's been wishing for a whole year.
You smile "If you want it to be."
She grin. "Then Thank you." She continues. And you're wishing to every God you've ever heard of, and you even invent a couple, and ask them to make this last forever.
You smile at her "If we continue… We'll miss lunch." She smiles wickedly "I'm.. hungry for something else…" You moan her name quietly to yourself, closing your eyes, loving/hating how she just knows where you're sensitive, how she just makes you want her even more.
She's coming nearer to the aching spot between you legs, the sweet time she takes caressing your thighs is just her way of teasing, another little game you're not all that fond of. But you won't lose it. Certainly not this time.
"Oh, Hermione, give it up, say you want me…" She's breathing the words into your ear as she's tracing patterns right next to the spot you where you want her to be.
You shake you head, and she removes herself quietly… You moan in disappointment. You really wanted this.
You regret, "Gin… I really-" She's starting to smirk, just when there's a know on the door. You both notice, but shrug it off thinking you're just being paranoid. Then again. And again. The door is being knocked on!
You both jump up, scared out of your mind. She mouths 'What?' I shrug 'Did you lock?' She nods. Phew.
"Hermione? You in there?" It's Neville, Head Boy after Malfoy left. "Yeah, I'm here Nev." He tries to open the door, You panic, throwing on your shirt, buttoning it wrong the first time, while Ginny is hurrying inside a closet, you're running towards her, knowing your hands are too unsteady to do the job right, she sighs quietly, frustrated, and when the shirts is buttoned enough, only too see a bit of cleavage a bit of stomach, you open the door, totally flushed, and as you face him, you realize he's staring at your breasts, closing the last couple of buttons yourself, he comes to his senses, blushing, and you're too embarrassed to say anything else than "I was… changing." Which doesn't seem likely as the shirt you're wearing - Ginny's- isn't clean, spotted with a bit of inc, and some substance looking suspiciously a lot like tomatosause. "Erm.. Just wanted to say that you're going to be late for lunch." He said and hurried away. As he was vanishing you yelled after him "Be right down!"
How embarrassing! He's going to tell everybody that you were masturbating or something! Then again, no he wouldn't, not after all the times you'd walked in on him in 'awkward moments'.
You hurried over to where Ginny was hiding, and after a look at each other you both broke down into a fit of giggles.
After you tidied yourself up, making sure you looked decent, brushing you hair, though it didn't work, as it so rarely did, you hair just as bushy and frizzy as always. Ginny on the other hand looked marvellous as always.
You walked down, hand in hand, till you reached a 'public area' and divided tour hands.
As you followed her to the Great Hall you both smiled at each other and found your way to your respectable boyfriends, Ginny sat herself down between Harry and a rather still embarrassed Neville Longbottom. You smiled at Ron, sat down next to him and Lavender Brown. He gave you a lingering kiss on the cheek, and was annoyed that you didn't do anything else than smile at him. Ginny and Harry on the other hand was full on snogging, as if what happened between the two of you hadn't ever happened. You wanted so bad to whack Harry one.
The-Boy-Who-Live-Till-He-Became-The-Victim-Of-A-Jealous-Friend.
You didn't really want to eat. Actually you didn't eat. Ron was shooting you worried glances throughout the meal, and you was just so irritated at last, that you kissed his cheek quickly, muttering that you felt sick. Because you truly did.
You walked to your room. Once again lighting a cigarette, hoping to get some peace. You didn't want to get caught, so you placed the tie once again, neatly and securely around the rest pack. Placed it once again between the shirts and walked back to the bed. You sat for a while feeling neither bored nor peaceful. You decided some sleep would do you good. Everything would look brighter after a nap.
Lie.
You lay down, hoping to fall asleep. It didn't happen, but you decided that it was as good as anything else you might do. You didn't want to do any homework at this point.
After 10 minutes of peace, you heard the door go. Your eyes still closed, pretending to be asleep, you heard the floorboards creaking ever so lightly, and you knew it was her.
She lifted the covers, and crawled in next to you, poking you on the cheek, whispering "Are you asleep babe?"
You didn't respond. "Well, then, you were about to say that YES you wanted me. So there. I won."
You opened your eyes ever so slowly, groggily responding a muttered "I was about to say I wanted to go to lunch you git."
She laughed, and you did too, but her laugh was warm and heartfelt, while yours was bitter and cold.
"I'm sorry, want to continue where we left off?" She asked, and as you were about to tell her NO! That wasn't going to happen, NEVER AGAIN! That NO! You didn't care for this arrangement! She slipped a hand into your panties, her mouth sucking on you neck, and you just lying there, receiving, you moaned her name, making her smile.
She removed herself from beside you, to on top of you, whispering into your ear "You won this time. I'll get you…"
She slipped another finger into you making you moan even louder, but you didn't care, why should you?
Just as you were about to come, she gasped, you heard the door go, a flash of familiar red hair, and the shattering of glass, the crash of a tray with food, and you were both covering yourself with the cover.
As he stood there, you could almost see his heart breaking, fire in his eyes, and hatred waiting to come fourth.
He rambled, well, nearer yelling "How could you? MY SISTER? My own flesh and blood! That's why you've been so cold!" It was hard figuring out he was most angry at, me or her, a tear sliding down his cheek betrayed him, as he turned to leave, slammed the door and walked away.
I just had to give him the password too, didn't I?