Title: Evil Twins
Author: Nest Freemark
Rating: R
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Disclaimer: Not mine.. ;_;
Summary: Vanity, candles and little sins... A close-up in the secret world of Ginny and Hermione.
Notes: It's about all the "bad" things we have inside, that most of us hide. Ginny and Hermione has found each other to share of those parts, when no one can see they play dress-up with their faults and flaws.
Thanks to Libery Ford, my lovely girlfriend, for beta reading this. I'm such a blind little girl..
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Smeared mascara and messy lipstick to match a messy girl. Her hair is more everywhere than usually and she's losing it – with a bright smile.
Falling of grace is like a trip to an amusement park; roller-coasters and traces of sticky candy floss on precious skin.
Feet leaving the bed for a brief moment just to return with a sound that would annoy everyone at the lower floor – if they were home. She's naked and her breasts still look firm and beautiful when she's bouncing wildly.
Jump.
Life is surely better up there.
Jump.
Just a bit more.
Jump.
I'm ambitious.
Jump.
There's nothing I can't do (mommy says so).
She loves to play with candles; it's better than chocolate she says. Her fingertips are red and smells like roses. Being one with the nature she calls it. From candle on the fingertips to a rosebush with delicate little rosebuds.
Oh how it would feel to be at the stage where everything is new.
I want to open my eyes for the first time.
Instead I'm withering.
No one knows how vain she can be, it's beyond make-up and hairspray. I've seen her fuck herself in front of the mirror, and when she says she wants to watch her and me together I think she actually wants to watch herself. I woke up once to the sound of her masturbating, when I opened my eyes I saw her watching herself with my pocket mirror. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. The mirror is useless now; I can't see myself in it anymore.
We all want to meet a soulmate.
I took it in my own hands.
Who is more perfect for me than me?
She's queen of all the things you shouldn't do if you're a good girl. With the grace of a virgin white feather she floats around, a tiara on her head and a mind full of sin. It's only one more lie, she tells me smugly. No one is to know what happens inside, give those vultures one chance and your dead.
I forgot my real age.
It's a six-digit number I think.
Can you see me next to her? Can you see me naked and messy, my rosy fingers pushing inside, trying to fuck some innocence in her? Can you see us watch ourselves? Can you see our faces when we for the first time see us together, the highest form of beauty and perfection?
Ginny + Hermione = Forever
Everything else has washed away.
If it ever existed.