Rating: R
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Warning: ANGST, Spoilers for CoS
Disclaimer: Really, Hermione WANTED to belong to me, but JK Rowling got there first. So, she belongs to her.
CenterWhat If?/center
Sensible black shoes swinging back and forth over the worn carpet. They're second-hand. They're hand-me-downs. They're not even supposed to be ON upstairs in the Burrow, but Ginny is, after all, Fred and George's sister. Rules were made to be broken. Mostly.
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"I'm ... bored."
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She looks at the green covers of her new diary. Ever mindful of the horrendous incidents of her first year at Hogwarts, she never again used a magical one. This is a muggle-made diary which she has charmed to respond to the sound of her voice only; the spell took her a month to learn, but she wasn't going to trust anyone else to do it. She is very much aware that this definitely counts as "Misuse Of Muggle Artifacts" but she's guessing that Fred and George won't tell that they bought it for her. Secrecy is something Weasleys are good at, better than they are given credit for.
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"It's not just that."
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She watches the words scrawl themselves into the hungry pages, trying not to remember the diary that spoke back.
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"I ... can't stop thinking that way. I don't want to be different to everyone else."
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She wonders if it's entirely appropriate to name this diary after the one which gave her so much trouble.
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"Tom, all I wanted was to fit in. I mean, I'm a Weasley. There've been Weasleys at Hogwarts since it was founded. If anyone should fit in, it's me.
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"But the first thing that happens ruins everything. And I've itried/i, Tom, I've really tried. All the other girls in my year have crushes on Harry Potter. I've got the advantage of knowing him personally; he's my brother's best friend and I istill/i can't get it right ...
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"I overdid that. Didn't I?
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"Anyone could guess. Anyone at all.
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"The sad thing is, I know ishe/i wouldn't mind. I mean, she wouldn't pick on me, if I told her. She wouldn't ignore me. She just wouldn't be iinterested/i. I'd still just be Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister.
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"Ron's little sister who has tutorials from Hermione Granger.
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"Who wants to be just like Hermione Granger.
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"Who wants to ...
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"But what if she finds this? What if, of all the people who could break the spells on you, Tom, and make you talk - because I know she'd be best at - it was iher/i. She would never, not intentionally, but by accident?
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"Oh, Tom, what if she reads the words that aren't meant for anyone else to hear?
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"What if she hates me forever for not telling her the truth, what if she's disgusted by me?"
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Her legs stop swinging, and there's a new tone creeping into her voice, a tone that no-one knows, because no-one really listens to Ginny or sees her as anything more than a child; she's sure of it.
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"But, Tom ... what if she's inot/i?
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"What if instead of just blanking me she takes it as the excuse she's been waiting for and takes me by the hand and kisses me on the mouth as soft and strong as Butterbeer? What if she slips that smart clever tongue of hers inside my waiting jaws until I gasp back into hers? What if she likes me enough to trace new patterns across my skin with her inkstained fingers, and to let me touch the open gateway of her cunt?
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"Yes, Tom, I should probably stop reading the books I find in Fred and George's room. They're teaching me bad language.
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"But ...
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"What if? What if I were to quicken my pace and with slow swift strokes comb the silky wetness of her insides, what if she tightened around my fingers like a human glove and made noises that I've only dreamed of? What if she breathed hard in my ear as she came and stammered a confession? What if she was to moan 'I love you' at the same time as me?"
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Ginny's expression now is one which no-one is ever likely to see; her eyebrows are drawn together in a scowl but her mouth curves upwards in a predatory grin. It fades quickly enough, to be replaced by a worried, childlike rictus; the one her family and friends know so well.
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"She's staying here again this summer, Tom.
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"How am I going to sleep, with her breathing in the same room as me, the covers rising and falling gently over the rise of her perfect, curving body? How am I going to keep myself from the longing to reach over to her and carress her electric hair while she sleeps?
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"I have to go, Tom, some-one's coming. I wish it weren't this way. I wish I could be like everyone else. I wish I was normal.
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"But. What if.
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"What if this iis/i normal?"pcenter
~fin~
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Warning: ANGST, Spoilers for CoS
Disclaimer: Really, Hermione WANTED to belong to me, but JK Rowling got there first. So, she belongs to her.
CenterWhat If?/center
Sensible black shoes swinging back and forth over the worn carpet. They're second-hand. They're hand-me-downs. They're not even supposed to be ON upstairs in the Burrow, but Ginny is, after all, Fred and George's sister. Rules were made to be broken. Mostly.
p
"I'm ... bored."
p
She looks at the green covers of her new diary. Ever mindful of the horrendous incidents of her first year at Hogwarts, she never again used a magical one. This is a muggle-made diary which she has charmed to respond to the sound of her voice only; the spell took her a month to learn, but she wasn't going to trust anyone else to do it. She is very much aware that this definitely counts as "Misuse Of Muggle Artifacts" but she's guessing that Fred and George won't tell that they bought it for her. Secrecy is something Weasleys are good at, better than they are given credit for.
p
"It's not just that."
p
She watches the words scrawl themselves into the hungry pages, trying not to remember the diary that spoke back.
p
"I ... can't stop thinking that way. I don't want to be different to everyone else."
p
She wonders if it's entirely appropriate to name this diary after the one which gave her so much trouble.
p
"Tom, all I wanted was to fit in. I mean, I'm a Weasley. There've been Weasleys at Hogwarts since it was founded. If anyone should fit in, it's me.
p
"But the first thing that happens ruins everything. And I've itried/i, Tom, I've really tried. All the other girls in my year have crushes on Harry Potter. I've got the advantage of knowing him personally; he's my brother's best friend and I istill/i can't get it right ...
p
"I overdid that. Didn't I?
p
"Anyone could guess. Anyone at all.
p
"The sad thing is, I know ishe/i wouldn't mind. I mean, she wouldn't pick on me, if I told her. She wouldn't ignore me. She just wouldn't be iinterested/i. I'd still just be Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister.
p
"Ron's little sister who has tutorials from Hermione Granger.
p
"Who wants to be just like Hermione Granger.
p
"Who wants to ...
p
"But what if she finds this? What if, of all the people who could break the spells on you, Tom, and make you talk - because I know she'd be best at - it was iher/i. She would never, not intentionally, but by accident?
p
"Oh, Tom, what if she reads the words that aren't meant for anyone else to hear?
p
"What if she hates me forever for not telling her the truth, what if she's disgusted by me?"
p
Her legs stop swinging, and there's a new tone creeping into her voice, a tone that no-one knows, because no-one really listens to Ginny or sees her as anything more than a child; she's sure of it.
p
"But, Tom ... what if she's inot/i?
p
"What if instead of just blanking me she takes it as the excuse she's been waiting for and takes me by the hand and kisses me on the mouth as soft and strong as Butterbeer? What if she slips that smart clever tongue of hers inside my waiting jaws until I gasp back into hers? What if she likes me enough to trace new patterns across my skin with her inkstained fingers, and to let me touch the open gateway of her cunt?
p
"Yes, Tom, I should probably stop reading the books I find in Fred and George's room. They're teaching me bad language.
p
"But ...
p
"What if? What if I were to quicken my pace and with slow swift strokes comb the silky wetness of her insides, what if she tightened around my fingers like a human glove and made noises that I've only dreamed of? What if she breathed hard in my ear as she came and stammered a confession? What if she was to moan 'I love you' at the same time as me?"
p
Ginny's expression now is one which no-one is ever likely to see; her eyebrows are drawn together in a scowl but her mouth curves upwards in a predatory grin. It fades quickly enough, to be replaced by a worried, childlike rictus; the one her family and friends know so well.
p
"She's staying here again this summer, Tom.
p
"How am I going to sleep, with her breathing in the same room as me, the covers rising and falling gently over the rise of her perfect, curving body? How am I going to keep myself from the longing to reach over to her and carress her electric hair while she sleeps?
p
"I have to go, Tom, some-one's coming. I wish it weren't this way. I wish I could be like everyone else. I wish I was normal.
p
"But. What if.
p
"What if this iis/i normal?"pcenter
~fin~