Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning: Femslash.
Peccavi
Ginny took a frightened step away from Hermione. It felt like before. This whole situation felt like that day. The day he'd found them in that room. Lost in one another. In the taste and the feel. Lost in their sweet debauchery.
"Ron what are-"
Before Ginny could say anything more Ron spoke again. His bitter gaze focused on Hermione. "You were dead to us. Ginny was right, you should have stayed that way."
Hermione smirked. Chuckling lightly at his antics, as if she thought him just a pest. A spoilt child throwing a tantrum. Her scorching eyes never left Ginny as she spoke. "I advise you walk away Ronald. This is none of your concern."
"You are my concern Hermione Granger." Though his cheeks tinted red with rage, he spoke coldly and pointed his wand threateningly at the brunette. "And you will remain my concern until you leave my sister and Harry alone. For good."
Hermione just continued to smirk and stare playfully at Ginny. Seemingly amused and not the slightest bit threatened by the elder Weasley. "Really?"
"Really!" Ron growled angrily, sending a bolt of magic at the amused brunette.
The next thing the red headed man knew he was on the ground with a pair of bitter hazel eyes staring down at him. He tried to yell, tried to move, tried to hex her. He couldn't. He was frozen. His eyes took in her wand, pointed threateningly at his throat. Took in the frightening spark of danger in her unrelenting, ruthless eyes. And then his sister, who stood there shocked. The corners of Hermione's lips curled in that cruel mischievous way and Ron could swear the temperature in the room dropped.
"You're a selfish git Ronald Weasley." The brunette shook her head in disgust. She pressed her wand harder against his throat and her sadistic smirk grew. She leaned closer to him, her wand nudging harder into his throat. Making him choke. Hermione's smirk became a blatant frown. Her whisper was oddly sinister. "You and I both know what you really want."
Hermione stood and walked over to Ginny, a wickedly amused gleam still apparent in her dark eyes. Ginny looked worriedly between Hermione and her paralyzed brother. She took a step away from the older girl. Her heart pounding in both fear and excitement. This woman before her wasn't the Hermione Granger she knew. This cruel, vicious, cunning woman was nothing like that enchanting bookworm of a girl that she once knew.
"Who are you…"
The older woman just chuckled, grabbing Ginny roughly by the wrist and apparating with a mutter. "I'll show you."
The first thing Ginny noticed was how cold it was. Chills ran up and down her spine and her porcelain skin prickled. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on cautious end. The second thing she noticed was how close her body was to Hermione's. How warm the older woman felt against the harsh cold. How safe Ginny felt in the brunette's arms, despite Hermione's odd, almost sinister behavior.
When the redhead dared open her eyes to the welcoming darkness of their surroundings, she could only make out blurred objects. She turned her gaze to what seemed to be Hermione's face and gasped. Her wide blue eyes met with the snake like black of Hermione's and she fought the urge to jump away from the older woman.
"It's just a charm to see in the dark. Don't worry, I won't bite." The brunette smirked. Her lips grazing over the erratic beat of Ginny's pulse point. "Unless you'd like me to."
Ginny felt her knees give out slightly. From the feel of the smirk against her neck she knew Hermione did too. The younger woman pulled away from Hermione, taking a shaky breath before speaking, "Where are we?"
Hermione just laughed her mysterious laugh and pulled Ginny closer. "Hold on tight."
In the next moment they were moving at an inhuman speed toward some unknown destination. Ginny could feel the wind howling in her ears. Feel the steady beat of Hermione's heart. She buried her face into the crook of Hermione's neck. There was something inside of her screaming. Telling her this wasn't right. That she shouldn't be wrapped so comfortably in Hermione's arms like she was. That Harry would worry.
And then… and then there was the gentle lure of something else. Something provocative and cunning. Something telling her it was good to be wrong. It was good to feel so bad. After seven years of being good. After being the perfect girlfriend to the perfect boy hero, the perfect daughter, perfect sister, perfect friend. After so many years of pretending… it was good to feel so bad.
"We're here."
It was then that Ginny realized they were standing still. Her blurry gaze moved to Hermione and suddenly the alluring hazel of the brunette's eyes seemed endless. Her cheeks flushed red at Hermione's knowing smirk. Her heartbeat quickening. Blue eyes swirling. She could feel the passion between them beginning to stir. Causing Hermione's hold around Ginny's waist to tighten. Making the redhead's breath hitch in her throat. Making her sapphire eyes darken.
The pretty little flush across Ginny's cheeks made Hermione grin. The brunette was fully aware of Ginny's hammering heartbeat. Of the way it would pound harder and faster the closer she leaned in. Their lips were almost touching now and Hermione's grin left her. The lustful swirl to her amber eyes growing cold. "Welcome to exile."
Author's Note:
I'd like to let everyone know that I haven't given up on any of my stories. It's just crazy lately with school and everything. So sorry about the lack of frequent updates but I'm doing the best that I can and I will finish.
-Emokid-
(The dork that stole your heart and ripped it to pretty little shreds)