a/n: this is a product of the demented ramblings of an author gone mad with
the same old boring stuff that makes up every other ship she reads. i hope
you enjoy this.
For the ninth time that night Ron sat up and glanced at the wall near his door. He couldn't have been the only one in the house to hear what he kept hearing. That same faint noise that sounded something like a moan and a name. But who in the house would be making that kind of noise since almost everyone was related?
Almost everyone.
In the room down the hallway Hermione Granger let ut a soft moan of pleasure as she ran her hands up and down the back of the girl she had been with for the past few months. Ginny's neck looked tasty as Hermione pulled her lips away from Ginny's long enough to kiss the milky white skin there.
"Hermione," Ginny moaned.
Hermione put a finger to the younger girl's lips in a half-hearted attempt to silence her. They didn't want the entire house knowing what was going on behind that closed and locked door. Especially since no one in the house knew what was going on between them. They hadn't the slightest hint that the youngest Weasley sibling was partaking in acts of a homosexual nature.
Ginny ran a hand in Hermione's hair and pulled a little when Hermione sucked on a sensitive spot on Ginny's neck. She loved teasing her girlfriend like that. Even though that was as far as they had ever gone. Neither was ready for a sexual relationship. They were content to spend their time snogging.
"Hermione," Ginny moaned a little louder.
Hermione stopped what she was doing and looked up into Ginny's silently pleading eyes.
"You're going to wake everyone up. And unless you care to explain to them what you're doing in bed with another girl who is leaving love bites all over your neck, I suggest you quiet yourself down," Hermione said as she went back to the task at hand.
Ginny closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Hermione's lips against her skin. Soft and tantalizing with the slightest bit of pain put into the mix. Heaven couldn't have been a word to describe the pleasure she felt. There was no such word.
There was a kncoking on Ginny's bedroom door and Hermione pulled her lips away from Ginny's neck hastily as she quietly moved herself down to the floor below where she had a small bed made out. Closing her eyes, she pretended to be asleep.
Ginny composed herself and got up to go see who was knocking on her door around midnight. Much to her surprise, it was Ron. Ginny leaned against the doorframe as she stared at her brother, waiting to see what he wanted. Why he had interrupted her snog session.
"What is it, Ron?"
"I was jsut stopping by to make sure that you were alright. Something just seemed out of place," he said as he tried to look beyond Ginny and into the room at Hermione.
"We're both fine. Why don't you go back to your room and get some sleep?"
Ron nodded turned to walk back to his room, pausing as he did so. He turned back around and looked at Ginny who was still standing in the doorway.
"Goodnight, Gin," he said.
"Night, Ron."
Ginny shut the door and went back to the bed, laying down and letting out a long sigh. Ever since Hermione had come to the Burrow things had seemed out of place for Ron. Some part of her told her that Ron was beginning to figure out about her relationship with Hermione. How could that have been? They were careful, weren't they?
The weight of the small bed pressed down as Hermione came to lay next to Ginny. She put a hand on her stomach and kissed her temple softly.
"Don't worry, Love, he doesn't know a thing," Hermione said as if she could read Ginny's thoughts.
"What happens if he finds out? What happens if any of my family finds out?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Until then, get some sleep," Herione muttered as she stifled a yawn.
"Alright."
Ginny leaned over and gave Hermione one last kiss and closed her eyes, cuddling up to her girlfriend before falling into the darkness of her mind
For the ninth time that night Ron sat up and glanced at the wall near his door. He couldn't have been the only one in the house to hear what he kept hearing. That same faint noise that sounded something like a moan and a name. But who in the house would be making that kind of noise since almost everyone was related?
Almost everyone.
In the room down the hallway Hermione Granger let ut a soft moan of pleasure as she ran her hands up and down the back of the girl she had been with for the past few months. Ginny's neck looked tasty as Hermione pulled her lips away from Ginny's long enough to kiss the milky white skin there.
"Hermione," Ginny moaned.
Hermione put a finger to the younger girl's lips in a half-hearted attempt to silence her. They didn't want the entire house knowing what was going on behind that closed and locked door. Especially since no one in the house knew what was going on between them. They hadn't the slightest hint that the youngest Weasley sibling was partaking in acts of a homosexual nature.
Ginny ran a hand in Hermione's hair and pulled a little when Hermione sucked on a sensitive spot on Ginny's neck. She loved teasing her girlfriend like that. Even though that was as far as they had ever gone. Neither was ready for a sexual relationship. They were content to spend their time snogging.
"Hermione," Ginny moaned a little louder.
Hermione stopped what she was doing and looked up into Ginny's silently pleading eyes.
"You're going to wake everyone up. And unless you care to explain to them what you're doing in bed with another girl who is leaving love bites all over your neck, I suggest you quiet yourself down," Hermione said as she went back to the task at hand.
Ginny closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Hermione's lips against her skin. Soft and tantalizing with the slightest bit of pain put into the mix. Heaven couldn't have been a word to describe the pleasure she felt. There was no such word.
There was a kncoking on Ginny's bedroom door and Hermione pulled her lips away from Ginny's neck hastily as she quietly moved herself down to the floor below where she had a small bed made out. Closing her eyes, she pretended to be asleep.
Ginny composed herself and got up to go see who was knocking on her door around midnight. Much to her surprise, it was Ron. Ginny leaned against the doorframe as she stared at her brother, waiting to see what he wanted. Why he had interrupted her snog session.
"What is it, Ron?"
"I was jsut stopping by to make sure that you were alright. Something just seemed out of place," he said as he tried to look beyond Ginny and into the room at Hermione.
"We're both fine. Why don't you go back to your room and get some sleep?"
Ron nodded turned to walk back to his room, pausing as he did so. He turned back around and looked at Ginny who was still standing in the doorway.
"Goodnight, Gin," he said.
"Night, Ron."
Ginny shut the door and went back to the bed, laying down and letting out a long sigh. Ever since Hermione had come to the Burrow things had seemed out of place for Ron. Some part of her told her that Ron was beginning to figure out about her relationship with Hermione. How could that have been? They were careful, weren't they?
The weight of the small bed pressed down as Hermione came to lay next to Ginny. She put a hand on her stomach and kissed her temple softly.
"Don't worry, Love, he doesn't know a thing," Hermione said as if she could read Ginny's thoughts.
"What happens if he finds out? What happens if any of my family finds out?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Until then, get some sleep," Herione muttered as she stifled a yawn.
"Alright."
Ginny leaned over and gave Hermione one last kiss and closed her eyes, cuddling up to her girlfriend before falling into the darkness of her mind