What Love Really Means
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: First femslash…I am writing. Ginmione is cool. I know many of you hate me…honestly. My heart was beating so fast while writing this fic.
Chapter 3
Ginny is currently in an unused classroom doing her homework. Hermione is helping her with her charms homework. Well, Ginny sucks at Charms and Hermione is excellent in it. Hermione is excellent in everything, Ginny thought while staring at Hermione.
Ginny loves her a lot, but she never told Hermione about this. People will call her mental or something else, they won't talk with her anymore, if they found out about this…but Ginny doesn't care about that. Ginny is scared of losing Hermione's friendship that's why she hasn't taken any step.
Ginny smiles at Hermione. She likes the way she furrows her brows, she likes the way she bites her small nails, she likes the way her small mouth widens, and she likes her chocolate brown eyes the most. Her eyes are just like the eye of a doe deer.
Suddenly, the quill accidentally fell from her hand. Hermione and Ginny both reaches for it, but then Ginny's hand touches Hermione's finger.
Hermione stares at Ginny and Ginny glances at her. They looked into each other's eyes deeply.
And then Ginny leans forward and plants a kiss on Hermione's lips, surprisingly, Hermione too kissed her back.
And soon they breaks apart. Ginny blinks, she gazes at Hermione.
''Hermione…'' Ginny murmurs.
''Don't say anything'' Hermione said and kisses Ginny again. They snogged each other like this for several minutes without saying anything. There are only sounds of moan and gasps.
''I love you'' Hermione mutters. Ginny couldn't help herself but grin. And then they starts kissing again.
To Be Continued….