Falling into Cadence
By Windwhisper
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and all related characters are property of JK Rowling. The plot is mine!
A/n- this is my first Harry Potter fanfic- in case you didn't catch the warning; it's femme/femme SLASH- Hermione/Ginny. If you don't like that, PLEASE LEAVE NOW! *smiles as homophobics clear the room* And for the rest of you, on with the fic. As always, flames will not be tolerated or even acknowledged.
Hermione sat at a table in the far corner of the common room, books piled higher than her hear as she sat there, scribbling away at an essay on Ancient Rune Translation Techniques. It was near midnight, and this was the last thing she had to do for tomorrow, unless she wanted that extra credit for Snape's memory potionLost in thought, she didn't notice someone open the portrait hole and enter the room. She only looked up as the person behind the new arrival stepped in. Something very familiar flared on the edge of her awareness, and she looked up to see two people looking decidedly ruffled- Harry Potter and Ginny Weasly.
She raised her eyebrows and called across the room- "Late night, you two?"
Harry blushed and bolted for the stairs to the boys' dormitories, abut Ginny walked over and commented- "Bit of a one, and yourself?"
Hermione snorted at this, and gestured towards the table. "I'd let you sit down, but"
Ginny smiled "That's ok Mione, how much longer are you going to be?"
"Just give me ten minutes to finish this."
"Right." Ginny sat down on one of the squashy sofas by the fire, and promptly fell asleep.
Hermione looked over at her friend, and gasped. She was absolutely beautiful as moonlight and firelight played over her slim form. Her red gold hair was spread over the pillow and down her back, and her cinnamon eyes were closed. With her crimson lips slightly parted, she looked like a delicate faerie placed in this world by mistake. Hermione sat on down on the sofa at her other side, and played with the girl's hair so lightly she could never feel it. She had loved this girl so much, for so long, but this moment went beyond all that love was. She gently traced the other girl's jawline, and her eyelids fluttered slightly. Hermione smiled at the girl that embodied her dreams, and whispered- "Time for bed, Gin," She picked Ginny up- Hermione was a lot stronger than she looked- and carried her to her four poster, settling down on the edge to watch over her love. Much later, she retired to her own bed, half-happy, half longing for Ginny more than ever.