A/N: A short Ginny/Hermione thing from Ginny's POV. This is for my girlfriend. Sorry I wrote this instead of talking to you.. it just had to come out… and thanks for noticing one stupid spelling mistake…
I love the way she eats chocolate. The visible delight the first very second the taste reaches her. The way she closes her eyes in bliss while the clocolate melts in her mouth. The way she licks her fingertips clean, craving for more.
I'm just a piece of chocolate in her beautiful world. Melting. Melting. Melting. Melting. She has me twisted around her little finger… and on her fingers. I'm the remains of a piece of clocolate, a mint chocolate I once used to be. Now I'm here, waiting to be licked. I can't think, I can't be. I'm waiting.
I want to be the reason for that visible delight. I want to be the cause of her inner bliss. I want her to crave more of me. I want her to need me.
Does that melt little chocolate know how lucky it is? That I would do anything to take its place, to be the one she's licking. Does it know what kind of gift it is to be inside her? To be one with her? Does it know?
That little chocolate. Does it even know her name? Does it know that her eyes has the same color as itself? Her lips, does it know her lips? Her full lips, even more delicate than any chocolate even been made.
Can it feel my jealousy? Can you kill chocolate? I think I'm bound to find out. I'm burning of hate for that inappreciative piece of evilness. Damn it for making me feel insufficient.
Am I not perfect enough? Sweet enough? Can't she see me melting for her?
Doesn't she know what she's doing to me? She's practically making love in front of my eyes. Here I am, melting for her while she's ripping me inside out.
Is that chocolate really that good? Notice me… Notice me! I'm melting. Please save me. Please do something. Don't make me more meaningless. Don't let me become a tragic puddle of insignificance. Notice me. I'm melting…