Fire

Author's Note: Dedicated to searching4romeo…hope you like it, but if you don't that's ok. If you wanted to read the story I started for you, click on the 'homepage' button on my author page. It's the entry dated November 16th.

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH AND IS RATED PG-13 FOR SEXUAL INNUENDO! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OPPOSED TO HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS OR SEX!!
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When she was little she was obsessed with fire. It haunted her every thought, her every dream. She'd beg Mum to let her light the stove and the candles at dinnertime. Of course, Mum always said no, recognising the signs of a budding pyromaniac. Just because she'd majored in dentistry didn't mean she was unaware.

Omigod, there, please...

And so her obsession was a secret, hidden even from her parents. She didn't have to worry about friends; she had none. Brainiacs like her didn't make friends easily anyway.

Yes...so hot...

When she found out she was magical she was sort of alarmed. It wouldn't be nearly so easy to hide her addiction to fire if she shared a dorm with other girls. It was a relief when she realised she was no more liked by her roommates than she had been by her schoolmates in elementary school. They tended to avoid her, she rarely used colloquial phrases, so they found it hard to keep up with her. This made it even easier to keep her addiction to herself. Hiding had become second nature to her now, and there was no way she was going to let anyone else know how fire made her feel. And the friends she did have never questioned why she knew so many fire spells, nor did it occur to them why she was so proficient in them.

Burning...please...need more...

Strange thing, though...there was one girl she was always drawn to. Hair in all the colours of a bonfire, which seemed to have a life of its own, practically changing with the girl's moods.

Oh...Gods, please, just there...

Try as she might, she couldn't stay away from the girl. She was helpless, moth to a flame...ironically, she fell in love with a girl as bright and hot as the fire she was so enraptured with.

Oh! Oh...yeah...fire good...

She'd never thought the girl would be interested in her, though. It came as a shock when the girl burst into her room while she was playing with fire. She'd tried to hide it, but hadn't been fast enough. The girl was by her side in two short strides, had taken away the candle, and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

"No more fire unless I'm here." The girl had growled.

"Why?" She asked, shocked that the girl liked her back.

"Because," a mischievous smile danced across the girls face. "Then I can do this." The girl tilted the candle, dropping hot wax onto her stomach.

She squealed, then sighed, the pleasure of the heat soothing the slight pain she felt.

I love you
...
I love you, too.

After that day, Hermione needed Ginny there to play with fire.