okay well, i've decided to drift away from my other stories. as of right now, all my naruto stories are Hiatus. I've lost interest in Naruto fanfics for quite a while. i am admiring how various writers write stories of Harry Potter. mostly femmslash between Ginny and Hermione. this IS a VERY BIG step for me. it will be my first harry potter fic, and first femmslash. so please be gentle. if yoo want further information about my naruto fics, go ahead and message me. and yes, i changed my pen name. it is now MissNicnicBbycakes. remember it.
Disclaimer: i have no ownage at all. all credit goes to JK Rowling. she's one hell of a lucky girl.
warning: may have slight spoilers for every book excluding Dark Hallow.
Like i said again, my first Harry Potter fic and first femmslash. i want to explore my literary aspects, if that even make sense. if yoo dont like lesbians kissing or whatnot, go away. if yoo do... read on. its in Ginny's pov btw.
My stomach churned uncomfortably at the sight of Hermione coming through the door. It was summer vacation before my fifth year, and the Golden Trio's sixth year. Mum invited Harry and Hermione to come and stay at the Burrow. Hermione quickly accepted of course. I scoffed. Probably more time to spend with Ron I bet. Again I feel the ridiculous motion of my stomach, but was now rather painful. I frowned again, but quickly turned into a small smile when I saw Hermione walking up to me. She started to grin and jumped onto me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. Her heard rested onto my shoulder and kissed my cheeked. I blushed uncontrollably. Despite the heat in my face, I was very comfortable in her arms. It ended as I felt her loosen and walked back a bit.
"Oh Ginny! I miss you so much! How have you been?" she asked excitedly.
"We just so each other four days ago, 'Mione. You can't possibly missed me that much," I said weakly. But I knew I missed her, too.
"Four days is the same as 96 hours, that's a lot. Besides you're my best girl friend," she stated.
I gave her a half-hearted smile. But deep inside, I felt everything in my body burning. Best 'girl friend' she said. I wish there wasn't a space between those two words. I smiled again at her, caution as to not stare directly into soft brown eyes. She didn't notice a thing, and continued on to greet everyone. I watch her carry a lively conversation with Harry, who in turn just came yesterday.
I gave out a troubled sigh and closed my eyes. I stole a glance at her and she stared right back. Hermione gave a gentle smile and I couldn't, but foolishly grinned back.
Oh what an idiot, I thought to myself.
I saw Hermione chuckled a bit before turning her undivided attention back to Harry. I sighed again. I slowly sauntered up the worned wooden stairs, hopefully unnoticed. I walked into my room before gently closing my door shut. I decided a hot shower would be nice. I went to my drawer and got some fresh new clothes that were not hand-me-downs from my brothers. I took a towel before going into the only bathroom in the house. Turning on the shower head, I let it warm up a bit while I would strip my knickers. I sighed contently at the heat the water gave me. It gave me peace to think...and usually that would mean thinking about Hermione.
I sighed again today. Hermione. The girl that haunted my dreams. To be honest, I was scared at first. How would you feel if one second you were looking at you're simple friend, and the minute you opened your eyes again, she became an unbelievable goddess. I was confident that I was only the one who noticed Hermione grow. Everyone else didn't notice how well the bushy-haired bookworm develop into one fine wavy-haired angel.
But I think I'm completely going off topic. I started to see her in a new light somewhere in between my third year. We've been bonding ever since I awoke in the infirmary during the last few days of my first year. It was me who she first saw when she was un-pertrified. I never knew it could end up like this. During the summer, she stayed with us and shared the room and the bed with me. At first, it was innocent to me. After all, we were friends and sharing a bed was completely normal. Late night conversations started as we began to grow closer. Little did I know, I was going closer than I thought I put myself into.
At the beginning of second year, we would sit together in the Great Hall and laugh innocently. Sometimes feeding each other if we were in the mood. No one suspected anything, I didn't expect anything. It was only friends being friends, after all. We would help each other study, well usually it's me being taught by Hermione. We would walk together down the hall if the boys were being gits. Sneaking after curfew and sharing secrets is what we do best. Atlas, third year came and the Yule Ball came as well. Seeing her in that gorgeous hair took my breath away. Seeing her bubbly face gave me tingles in silly places. I didn't understand back then, so I shook off the feeling. But soon after, that tingly feeling resurfaced again and again, becoming more often then before. And from that time, I knew there was something.
Every gesture from her that seemed so innocent became something so unbearable for me. My stomach would somersault every time she was in my sight. My knees would tremble at any form of touch from her. How everything felt so right whenever she stared at me and smiled. Every time it happened, the harder it was to suppress the growing knot inside me. It was not until last year I finally realized I had feelings for her. It was a mere understandable accident really. She was resting her head on my shoulder while we were just spending time by the lake. Without knowing she would turn her head to me, I shifted my head towards her. Then it happened. Our lips became in contact and my insides nearly exploded. Sparks everywhere surged through my body. I held my disappointed whimper when she slowly parted. I apologized and she accepted, telling me just to forget about it.
I didn't. I couldn't forget about one simple kiss.
Her lips. Oh how I've dreamed of those gorgeous soft lips to touch mine. How I wondered if her lips felt like rose petals. If it was to taste like strawberries and vanilla. After all those dreams and wonders, it was answered. Her lips did feel like rose petals, and I now noticed that it kind of looked like rose petals as well. Her plumped pink lips did taste like strawberries and vanilla. After that incident, my hormones got the best of me. Every night, I would get erotic dreams of that kiss going further than just a simple kiss. It was frustrating. Every time I saw her, I would start to blush furiously. I couldn't even talk clearly whenever we talked. Fortunately, I got my nerves back, but those feelings were still intact.
I stopped my train of thought. I felt my fingers already turning into prunes. I turned the knob off and got out of the shower. Then I mentally slapped myself.
I completely forgot this blasted bathroom is too small to change, I thought.
Wrapping myself around the towel that gave little to imagine and grabbed my clothes, I went toward my room. I didn't pay attention as to what was in my room so the minute I closed the door and started to drop the towel, I shrieked. I quickly covered my nudity when I saw Hermione sitting down on the bed.
"Erm,, sorry Ginny. I d-didn't know you were..uhmm," I knew she started to blush even if she was looking away. I sighed once again.
"It's alright, 'Mione. Just... uhh... turn around for a bit while change," I could feel the blood rushing through my face now. I know we've seen each other naked in the all girls shower room, but this was different. It wasn't in school, it was in my room.
I sat down awkwardly with Hermione now that I'm fully clothed. I cleared my throat.
"So uhmm," I looked outside the window, "good day outside, right? Want to walk?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. We walked hand in hand to the front yard. The awkward aura faded as we started to talk like we usually would. We took a spot under a big willow tree and sat comfortably with each other. Our arms linked with her head on my shoulders and my head on top of her head.
"Remember the time during the Yule ball, Ron wore that terrible wardrobe," Hermione laughed out.
"Well at least he didn't have date who would step on his foot while they dance. Merlin knows Neville needs dance lessons," I rolled my eyes.
"What'd you tell him?"
"I just left him, really. He's a big boy, he doesn't need me everywhere," I replied honestly. "How about you? You were with Viktor Krum. Anything happened between you two? Head he kept on owling you letters." Oh no, the feelings are back.
"Actually... there was something that happened," she whispered.
I raised my eyebrow and gave her a funny look. I tried desperately to suppress the knot to form.
"Well then, go on and tell me 'Mione!"
She squirms uncomfortably at my gaze, making me uncomfortable too. Hermione muttered something that I didn't quite catch.
"Wait, 'Mione say that again? But a bit louder would you, or else I get some charm to make you yell it out."
"We sorta kissed..."
"YOU WHAT?! Did you kiss him back?" Now the knot tightened to a painful twist.
"Yes, but I only wanted to know how it felt like," Hermione defended herself. She probably noticed my mood, because she said even more.
"To be honest, it didn't feel like how Lavender or Parvati always described it. I didn't feel light-headed. I didn't feel weak in the knees. I didn't even feel the spark," she chuckled.
How she described how a kiss was supposed to feel like... it reminded my how I felt when I kissed her on accident. It made knot even tighter. But what I would hear my her next shocked me.
"...Viktor's kiss was sloppy and slimy. It wasn't nearly as good like that time we-" she paused abruptly.
"...kissed," I finished.
Hermione breathed slowly before saying, "yes, like that time we kissed. Oh Ginny, I'm sorry I brought it up. I know we promised to forget about, but I couldn't. It was the most wonderful thing I felt. But I know it's wrong and I really-"
There. I kissed her, afraid of what she would say next. I had my hand on her shoulder and another on her cheek. To my surprise she kissed back. I felt her soft lips on mine once again and I was in pure bliss. I slowly pulled away and saw Hermione's eyes still closed and lips slightly parted.
"Did I ever tell you that you're cute whenever yoo blab?" I chuckled at my joke, knowing full well they would have to talk about the kiss. But it was just another one simple kiss.
It took another few seconds for for Hermione to regain her composure, yet her face still flushed.
"Er rm, wow. Yes, that kiss was definitely nothing compared to Viktor's," Hermione frowned. "Oh screw it. Listen Ginny, every since that day by the lake, I've been thinking about it. And every single day, you popped into my mind. Every time I close my eyes, your face is there. What I'm really trying to say is that...Ginny, I have feelings for you. I think.. I like you."
Whoa whoa whoa! Information overload.
Say something, Ginny! Go!
"I-uhh..." Merlin, help!
I was about to try and speak again, but Hermione beat me to it.
"Errm..I think I should go. I'll see you for dinner, Gin," she said shakily, before standing up to leave.
I stood wide-eyed and before I knew it, I was running after her.
"Wait 'Mione, stop!"
I caught her by wrist and made her face me. I felt guilty as tears were already flowing from beautiful brown eyes.
"Please don't cry 'Mione. I didn't mean to hurt you." Here it goes... "The truth is, I really really like you, too. You - I, " I start to stutter again. I tried another attempt.
"Would you be my girlfriend, Hermione Granger?"
There, I said it. Oh Merlin.
I felt the knot release its hold inside me as I saw her smiling. Hermione then looked straight into my eyes, and I started to smile as well.
"I'd like that," was all I heard from her before I gave her another kiss.
Let's get a littler closer now...
well there yoo go. the first chapter. hmmm.. there will be more, hopefully i have more dedication into this story than my others. I really like this couple thing. and no im not gay, nor straight. im still dont know what the heck i am. im 13 and i hit puberty, its way too confusing.
so read and review. and that last part in the chapter, its not Ginny's thoughts. its part of a lyric. the song will come to an importance later on. hopefully i'll write more, but until then, review !!