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"She asks me to bed, this is the end of my disenchantment, now that I'm walking out the door."
Chapter Twenty One
"Typical"
Ginny and Pansy
It wasn't the fact that she couldn't stand the sight of her in the daylight, or that the sickly smell of her soap made her head swim, or even that her hair seemed to perfect to be real. Truthfully, it didn't really matter at all.
The fact of the matter was that she couldn't do away with her, even when the marks marred her back, the bites laden across her pale chest, her ribs bared with the girl's fingerprints. Not even that really mattered.
Ginny could care less what she thought, because like she kept telling herself,
It doesn't matter.
And it seemed like no matter how many times the words crossed into her thoughts, she couldn't make them true, not with her cold skin on her fingertips, her ruby red lips pressed against the crook of her neck as their sweat shone in the twilight of midnight, glowing it's iridescence.
She tried, there was no doubt that she had tried to get passed it, even with the thoughts in her head, however silent they may be, whispering into her ear, sending chills of truth down her spine. But still…
It didn't matter.
Not until that night, it was unlike any she had seen in so long, the moon orange in the cobalt sky, giving a hint of the color cast on her skin, making her hair shine brightly in the darkness of the evening shadows. It was when the soft, familiar whimpers scented on faint lips entered the air that she stopped walking forward, turning to the slightly ajar classroom door across from her.
The noise kept getting more distinct, louder each time it entered the air around her, her heart beating furiously inside of her tiny chest, fluttering as she tried to deepen her breaths.
Her feet seemed to carry her there, to the edge of the doorway, her eyes barely squinting through the thin slice of motion in front of her. And then she saw her, her face twisted as she gasped, her back arched as her damp hair fell around her, sticking to the sweat against her back.
She had no idea whom the other girl was, only that the form beneath Pansy had a voice, a voice much more familiar than hers. She turned and ran from the room, her footsteps still light on the stone as she ran back to the Gryffindor Tower, climbing into her bed as she shook.
She had no curiosity as to who the other girl was, only a sense of strange electricity, bursting through her heart. It was as if she was let go, for the want in her thoughts, in her very fingertips seemed to dispel. Because whatever explanation, whatever line spilled from those reddened lips, whosever hands were roaming freely over the body she'd grown to know so well,
Just didn't matter.
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Dedication: C. Adrien Cummings, I sure am making headway on your list! Lol. I'm trying to get some other the harder ones done now, so I don't have to worry later, and this was definitely one of my worries. Lol. I wrote it differently than I normally do, but you know me, I like depth P:
Author's Note: So, I'm about stuffed full of requests, WHICH I LOVE. :D And I was wanting to mix things up a bit, for in reality this next batch of Adrien's won't take me very long, since I have most of them already planned out (thank you Rafael and my girlfriend) so I wanted to screw with Adrien's idea a bit. I want to move into some different things, like solo oneshots, centered on just one person, or more than just the one threesome I already have. Lol. Just a suggestion, I wanted to write my own solo, that's why I'm suggesting, and p.s. to Adrien, darling, I would write it for the Solo Project but the persons focal point doesn't rest on another person, per se. P: Ok, I wrote enough, I'm done now :D