A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, just so you know I would like to thank Chendzeea Li for her wonderful story Frozen, it is the most wonderful story of all time and i hope that one day i can become great outhor like her)
I don't own anything connected to harry potter exept my own copy of the books. If i had owned any of the rights it would have been kind of silly to write a fanfiction now wouldn't it
This is a story containing Shoujo ai, femslash or just simply love between girls. If you don't like this kind of story, i would be wise not to read it. But i can't stop anyone, so it's up to you;)
Also, don't hate me becouse i spell a bit funny. English is my second language so it's not perfect, yet But if you see that i do the same error over and over again, tell me. I AM trying to become a better author, so all help is grately appreciated.
Thx to Sara for reading it and pointing out errors)
Ginny Weasley sat in front of the mirror, trying to brush out the tangles the day had managed to put in her hair. Looking out the window she noted that the night long since had laid its dark presence over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Another day…" she thought sadly, but then kicked herself mentally "You should stop thinking so much Ginny, it only leads to trouble".
The irony that she actually was thinking this, made her smile a little as she went to bed. Soft, warm covers greeted her, and she felt a little better as she tried to fall asleep. However, try to not think, and thoughts will find their way in sooner or later. Thoughts of a girl with brown hair and her face buried in a book came easier than ever. Realizing that it was impossible to stop, she reluctantly let the thoughts have their way.
Hermione, her friend. Her dear, dear friend What would she say if she knew the nature of the thoughts that was running though her head.
"She would hate me…"
Ginny hugged her pillow and whispered "More than ever I need your advice but I can't ask you about this…"
It had been two weeks
since the dream that made Ginny realize her feelings for Hermione
Granger went a lot deeper that just friendship.
The mixed emotions of
shame and happiness battled furiously inside Ginny as she thought of
Hermione. Her lovely smile, her perfect face that she was yearning
to hold in her hands. To touch, and kiss her way down her
collarbone...Shame tock over and she
shock her head surprised that her own thoughts could betray her so.
"Damn it, why… " she cried.
She felt filthy thinking of Hermione as an object of her own lust. Hermione was like an angel, always trying her hardest to help others without asking for anything in return Once again she cried herself to sleep. Not knowing, that up in one of the towers, sat a person that shared the same feeling of hopelessness.
Hermione Granger, prefect and A-student. Always obeying the rules and never doing anything out of the ordinary, except having the best results on all the tests and being the teachers' favorite. "Well, Most of the teachers" she thought with sigh.
For her to be Professor Snipes favorite she would have to kill Harry and herself first. She hated her inability to get close to people. Always would she shy away behind her books and facts. Never letting things get complicated.
"She will never see me as anything other than a living dictionary" she thought grimly.
Looking up at the moon she silently soughs for an answer, or at least a way to make the pain go away.
"No" She thought. Ginny did know of her existence, they were friends.
But only friends, and
not even that close anymore. That to, was her fault. The pain of not
being able to tell her how she felt made her shy away more and more.
She picked up her wand
from her pocket.
"Accio Book bag" she said silently.
The book bag floated across the floor from where she had threw it as she entered the tower. She opened it and took out a photo from earlier that year. It was from the past summer. In the center stood two girls with their arms around each other smiling jokingly with the ocean behind them.
Hermione smiled at the memory.
Ginny had been wearing a bright summer dress and a straw-hat. The memory of Ginny standing with the sun behind her, letting the rays of light glow though the thin dress and revealing the outline of her body sent shivers down Hermiones spine .
She herself had settled with a pair of white shorts and a tank top. Dull, boring and common was how she felt when she met Ginny that day. She regretted not spending more time on her looks. Ginny surprised her whoever by saying "someone's looking nice today" as they met, and it had made Hermiones day.
It turned out to be a lovely day, and a lovely summer.
She had felt so close to Ginny then. But the feelings became too painful to hold back. So when school started, The prefect hid behind her books again…
Hermione hugged the photo to her chest and cried. "If you only knew how I feel…"
There, chapter one is up. Hope you like it
It tock me a while to write this but now that chapter one is up i'm going to try and update once every 2 weeks at least. I can be kind of slow if i don't have a deadline. Please review)
