Yeah, I bet you were expecting something long, like the other chapters... But this story just isn't happening like that. Still, I hope you enjoy, and don't hate me too much.
Vanilla & Chocolate: chapter three
They were both like chocolate that night: bitter and hard to swallow. Confessions were on her tongue and melting, but she refused to tell – just swallowed, kept them to herself, no matter how difficult they were to bear. Ginny kept her distance but wasn't really talking to anyone, instead, stayed tucked in the middle of the fray and stealing glances Hermione's way every once and a while. Hermione couldn't really read her face; it was a strange combination of fear, yearning, and darkness. For her part, the brunette was silently reading, staring into the fire whenever the text began to blur and let her mind wander in the flames, wondering about love and losing it before you even had it.
Because what did they even have? They kissed chastely, held hands for brief moments, and shared the same bed mostly naked without having sex. Ginny liked the feeling of skin, she claimed, and cuddled up close, curled into Hermione's body; and Hermione would hold her close, arm under her breasts, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, wondering why she didn't have the courage to move her hand just a little to initiate anything, spark the fire and see what would go up in flames. What was she afraid of after all?
Losing everything, she thought grimly, looking towards the redhead with a longing expression on her face. The sadness crept in then, a small animal crawling inside her body to die slowly, the decay spreading throughout her limbs until sometimes it hurt to breathe or move at all. Maybe she could be happy with just what they had if it meant losing the little that was there otherwise.
Maybe.