*Warnings* Lesbian sex. You have been warned.
Harry Potter is not my story. It's JK Rowings.
My first fanfic... so I'd apreciate feedback(:
"Nnn..." Ginny mumbled as she rolled over facing the figue that lay next to her. The woman had beautiful ivory skin, she was proportioned so evenly and so gracefully. She had dark raven black curls sprawled out across her back, which was rising and falling softly as she breathed, the contrast was as different as day and night. Ginny watched, as the beautiful woman slept, or so she thought was sleeping.
"Lets just stare, shall we?" Bellatrix mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. She looked at the redhead with one eye opened. Trying to keep the sunlight out.
"What're you doing up so early... What time is it now?" Ginny giggled. The sun was already flooding the room, so it had to be around noon.
"Ohh... around... noon. Maybe later..." She giggled again and planted a kiss on Bellatrix's full lips. The raven haired woman gasped and practically jumped off the bed, sending sheets and blankets to the floor along with last nights clothing.
"Shit! Shit... Shit... Shit..." She picked up her clothes that were scattered across the floor. "They'll notice I'm gone. Shit..." Bellatrix threw on her clothes far faster then should be possible. Thankfully she had a wand to fix things up. She turned to the redhead who looked absolutely confused, and even a bit hurt. "I have to go." She walked over to Ginny and kissed her with as much feeling as she could muster hoping she'd realize she was sorry. Ginny felt numb from the intensity of it, she opened her eyes weakly, attempting to hug the raven haired woman before she left, but Bellatrix was already gone.
"Ginny! Get up we need to get to Diagon Alley before it rains!" Mrs. Weasley shouted her voice booming and rattling off the flights of stairs leading up to Ginny's room. The redhead sighed, and got up out of bed, stumbling over to her mirror. She traced her fingers across the bruises and cuts, wincing at the pain. Ginny took her wand out and healed most of them, except the one on her back. The redhead stared over her shoulder at the pretty little words that were written. "My Love" was cut neatly into her milky white skin.
3 weeks earlier...
"Harry! Hermione and I going t go say 'hello' to Mr. Ollivander. Lets meet up at Fred and Gorge's place?" Ginny shouted to Harry and Ron who had just noticed that the girls weren't withto them being that the voices were too far off. Harry nodded, and continued his conversation with Ron about Quidditch. "I'm sure they're fine without us. Lets grab a drink!" Ginny pulled Hermione down an alleyway that lead to Knocktern Alley.
"Ginny... we're not old enough to 'grab a drink'." Hermione arched an eyebrow. Quickly proving how fond she was of rules, and more importantly not breaking them. Ginny stopped and pulled her hood up over her head. Hermione copied.
"I know someone, OK. Stop being a pussy. Don't speak untill I say." Ginny lead the way to a small dark shop. She opened the old black rotting door. The old store was musty, dirt in every corner. There was a figure who moved behind the counter, it wasn't until the light had hit the right way that Hermione realized it was a person. More imortantly a man.
"Can I help you?" He smiled bearing his ugly yellow teeth. Ginny didn't answer, but instead dropped a few Galleons on the counter and pointed to a bottle of firewhisky. The man nodded and disappeared into the back. It was silent for a moment, but then a door opened creaking loudly followed by a cackle.
"Lookie what I found. A Mudblood and a Blood Traitor. Hello ginger." Bellatrix smirked pulling Ginny's hood off her head.
TBC.
