Disclaimer: I'm a bloody wanker! How could I ever make money off this?
Yea, I'm pretty sure if i were Hayley Williams I'd be doing something way cooler than writing this disclaimer. definatly not making money off this... just saying.
Chapter 7: I Caught Myself
After pouring the Quidditch star another tall one, with a splash of seltzer this time, Alberforth thought it best to see what the person in the booth wanted.
"Hey Gin, I'll be right back. I think someone came in a few minutes ago and is sitting in that there booth. I'ma go see what they want." The bartender said.
"No! Let me! I'm a big Quidditch star, you know? I'll get their order and buy their drinks. Hell, maybe it's a hot lady I can fuck tonight?" Ginny finished with a wink. Grabbing what was left of her drink, she walked her way over to the dark booth, only able to make out the silhouette of a well proportioned woman.
"Hey there pretty lady, would I be able to get you a drink?" Ginny tried her best to keep from slurring her words.
"Not unless you work here, love." The woman spoke strongly. Ginny, taken back by her answer, looked around to see if there was anyone else in the bar to hit on. When she couldn't find a single female, she set her sights to reel this one in somehow.
"Um… do you know who I am?" Ginny asked. She was put off by the woman's ignorance, but knew there was a chance she might not follow Quidditch. Ginny could hear the woman chuckle softly and it was beginning to piss her off.
"Oh, please do forgive me! You are the famous Ginny Weasley! How could I ever refuse a drink from my royally fucked up ex girlfriend?" the woman shot back.
"Um… What?" Ginny asked stupidly. The three glasses of fire whiskey she consumed were really starting to cloud her ability to think, and this woman wasn't making any sense.
"Oh just sit down before you fall over, you idiot. I'm going to go get you some water and bread. I refuse to be hit on by you when you're drunk off your bum." The woman walked away and into the light. Ginny thought the woman's body looked incredibly sexy. She had curves in all the right places and her hips swayed like they had a rhythm all to themselves. The thought of undressing her made Ginny's core burn. There was something about this woman that reminded her of Hermione.
"Her hair is straight though, so there is no way it couldn't be her." Ginny thought loudly.
"That's because I straightened it today." She heard the girl yell from across the pub. That voice sounded like Hermione's. But this wasn't the first time Ginny and gotten pissed and imagined the girls she hit on were her one and only true love. Ginny shook it off; convinced her mind was playing with her.
The mystery woman came back after a few minutes with a couple slices of toast, butter and marmalade.
"Eat this, now." She commanded. Ginny knew if there was any hope left that she might get laid tonight, she should probably sober up.
The woman took away her empty glass and replaced it with one just a big, filled with water.
"Don't say another word until you drink every last drop of this." She commanded as she took a bite out of a toast triangle.
When Ginny gulped down the water, she noticed it tasted kind of funny.
"What did you put in this?" she asked her mystery girl.
"Finish it first." She spoke sternly, like a mother to a child.
"God, you sound so much like her…" Ginny muttered under her breath, then chugged the rest of the liquid down.
"I put a sobering potion in it. You'll be clear-headed enough to fly back to your apartment in about an hour." The woman said.
Ginny could feel it already starting to work, giving her more confidence.
"I bet I can make you come with me, love." Ginny said with a wink.
"You always thought you were such a smooth talker. I wonder if that has ever actually worked."
"What's your name, gorgeous?" Ginny asked, popping a piece of toast in her mouth. She wanted to figure this girl out.
"Really Gin?" she asked with a sarcastic expression on her face; not that Ginny could see it.
"Yeah, I wanna know whose name I'll be calling out later on."
"You are incorrigible!" the woman laughed. When Ginny wasn't catching on she simply stated, "Hermione."
"Your name can't be Hermione. That's just too much of a… Oh no. You… Oh. I'm so… oh god. I'm sorry Herm… I'm just gonna… I'll see you…" Ginny rambled making her way over to the door, stumbling over herself in the process.
"There is no way in hell you getting on a broom like that Ginervra." Hermione yelled following her out the door. By the time she caught up with her, Ginny was mounting her broom drunkenly. In a last effort to keep Ginny's feet on the ground, Hermione ran and jumped onto the back of the broom right as she was about to take off.
Ginny felt Hermione's arms wrapped tight around her waist as she climbed high into the air. This wasn't the first time Ginny had gotten pissed and flew home. It was better than taking a chance at apparation and splinching herself.
"Ginny! Put this broom down now!" Hermione screamed into Ginny's ear. The red head had no intention of doing any such thing though. Hermione, whipping through the air at speeds she had never experienced, couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of Ginny's back pressed against her front. 'This feels so bloody good!' Hermione thought to herself. Terrified as she was of how high they were, and how fast they were flying, didn't seem to terrify her nearly as much as the hot liquid pooling in between her legs.
"God I want you so bad…" Hermione let slip through her lips. Ginny heard her slip-up. Hermione purred into her ear, and it made her want to get back to her apartment even faster. Ginny nearly doubled their speed, now flying faster than any person should with someone behind them.
Chastising herself for saying that out loud, Hermione didn't even realize Ginny was flying so fast until they made a vertical dive for the ground.
"Are you trying to kill us?" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. With a smile Ginny pulled up from the dive only 5 meters away from her door step. She landed clumsily on the ground and as soon as Hermione could compose herself enough, her hand met Ginny's face with a loud slap!
"How could you do something like that to me? You know I hate flying! And your fucking pissed off your arse still!" Hermione was fuming.
"Me? How about you! How could you go that long without telling me it was you?"
"I tried to tell you…"
"Oh, really? Everyone looks like you when I'm that wasted! You should have told me right in the beginning you bitch!" Ginny's face was met once more by Hermione's hand. The sting from the slap was starting to show and she automatically regretted yelling at the witch.
"I'm sorry…" Ginny spoke softly. She couldn't meet Hermione's eyes. So tired she was of seeing pain there that she had caused.
Before Hermione could even stop herself she lunged forward at Ginny and captured her red swollen lips in a searing kiss. Instinct took over and all she could do was attack this girl in front of her with a passion she hadn't even realize was burning inside her.
Ginny felt like her entire existence was coming down on top of her. Never had she needed to feel this woman so badly in her life. Kissing the brunette forcefully, she lifted the smaller woman on top her strong body and Hermione wrapped her legs around her waist, tangling her hands in the red heads untamed hair. Ginny walked them to the front of her apartment door and opened it with a swish of her wand.
The women barely made it up the two flights of stairs that lead to Ginny's flat, before their clothes were being ripped off their bodies. Ginny slammed Hermione into the door. She pushed her cut abs into Hermione's core, making the girl beg for more contact.
"Please Ginny…" Hermione pleaded into Ginny's mouth. The red head dropped Hermione's legs to the ground and opened her apartment door. She grabbed the torn up shirt clinging to Hermione's perspiring skin and finished it off, leaving more skin for her eyes, hands, and lips to devour.
"Get to the bedroom." Ginny growled under her voice.
Hermione took off running and Ginny followed like a hunter closing in on its prey. With a flick of Ginny's wand both of the girls were stripped down to nothing. Hermione was lying on the bed they had last made love in, one leg propped up, with eyes holding so much fire, Ginny was sure they could burn Ginny into oblivion.
Ginny's gaze was hypnotic, making Hermione's legs ache to open for this woman.
"Ginny, you better fucking take me now." Hermione growled dangerously.
"This is all we can be Hermione; I will not destroy you too. This is all we can have together, one night of pure happiness." Ginny spoke sternly as she crawled on top of Hermione's naked form.
"Do you still love me, Ginny?" Hermione asked, searching for the answer in her bright green eyes.
"I always will." Ginny said breathlessly, she wanted nothing more than to take this beautiful woman, and make her see things beyond what the most beautiful magic in the world could create.
"When I thought you were someone else, I knew I didn't want you. But I should have never thought at all. Cause here you are. And god do I want you." Ginny said in a husky voice, hovering only an inch away from Hermione's soft curves.
"Take me Gin. I don't care what this is. I need you inside me, now."
That was all Ginny could handle. Capturing her lover's lips, she pressed every bit of skin she could against the other girls.
As both women came for each other over and over again that night, they had the same thoughts on their minds; that this felt so right, this was perfect. But it wouldn't fix Ginny. And it wouldn't fix them.