Love's first kiss: Chapter 1- A memory
I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, but are thankful to be using them…JK Rowling is awesome!!
Summary: What if the one thing you wanted, was the one thing you couldn't have? What if your only chance at love was about to walk out the door? What if everything you are is at risk, would you go for it?
Hermione turns the corner and enters the library; a peaceful place, her sanctuary against the world and all of its bullshit. She enjoys the sight of the hundreds of books before her and all of the knowledge that is at her finger tips. She smiles to herself as she pulls out a book about vampires and walks towards her normal table in the back. She sits down in solitude and sighs for the millionth time that week. Her life was, despite its appearance, a complicated tangle of lies.
Hermione sighs yet again, as she thinks back to where everything first started. It was their fifth year and she was fifteen. The Weasley twins had already made their grand escape amongst much shouting and cheering, and Mrs. Umbridge was even more infuriated then when she first started her escapades.
Dumbeldore's Army met for one last time in the room of requirement. They finished up their practice late that night. They filed out one by one till the only ones left were Hermione and Ginny. Hermione got up to leave, but Ginny caught her hand.
"Wait, Mione there's something that I've…something that I've been wanting to tell you…" Ginny chokes on her words.
Hermione looks at her friend with concern. "It's okay Gin, you know you can tell me anything," she says smiling at her best friend hoping to reassure the young girl.
Ginny takes a breath and tries again, more slowly. "I've wanted to tell you for some time, but I've never found the right moment. I'm in…"
"Ginny, Hermione, come one," calls Harry from outside the door, "hurry up." Hermione looks back to Ginny and smiles.
"We'll talk later okay," she says.
"I won't be able to tell you later Mione," Ginny whispers as she walks up to the brown-haired girl, "this is the only way I know how to tell you." Ginny pushes her soft lips against her friend's.
'She tastes better than I ever could have imagined,' Ginny thinks as she slowly runs her tongue across Hermione's bottom lip.
Hermione's eyes close tight and she instinctively pulls the younger girl closer and wraps her arms about her neck. She opens her mouth slightly giving Ginny access, which Ginny more than happily accepts.
Their tongues find each other in a matter of seconds as each wants to explore the other. Hermione moans against Ginny's experienced mouth.
"Guys hurry up," Harry calls again.
The girls spring apart as if they were children caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Ginny looks up at Hermione, but can't see her face as it's covered by her tangled hair. A light blush fills her cheeks at the beautiful goddess before her.
The door opens and Harry stands there with a look of concern displayed on his features. "Didn't you guys hear me?" he asks.
They both shake their heads in unison and run out quickly. Harry looks at them, but says nothing. 'I will never understand women,' he thinks, 'especially those two.'