Title: Tequila
Author: PaperMoon
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Disclaimer: All characters and locales contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. The situation depicted, however, is property of me.
Warnings: Femslash. No Happy Ending. Unbeta-ed.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A forbidden tryst, a broken heart, and Ginny gets revenge.
Author's Notes: It's very stream-of-consciousness, as I had no real plans of where this was going to go (I had one idea, and then it moved rapidly in the opposite direction.)
I'd like to thank Mamahooch for a positive review, giving me the courage to post on ff.net. Also, kudos to Cadbury and Bacardi, for hot chocolate and rum.
"Oh, for the love of... If you kick me again, I swear I'll stop."
Gasp. Twist. Clench.
"Owww. Dammit, did I or did I not say that-"
"I can't help it! I'm very sensitive there."
Smirk.
Huffily, "Well, you did say for me to let you know when it got to be too much."
"I *meant* afterwards, if you wanted me to stop right away, or ease off gradually."
"Oh."
"Care to try this again?" Knowing grin.
"Ooohh, yesss..."
Breath,
heat,
lips.
Tongue.
Teeth!
"Oh Merlin!"
Pause. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Gods, no, please don't... stop... oh... ahhh... mmmm!"
Twist, tongue, lips. Lick, shoot, suck, she thinks hysterically, failing to stifle the laughter that purls up and out of her mouth. I'm tequila, and oh! What... she... ah... ohgodsohgodsohhhhhhhhh
Later, curled in Hermione's arms, the question must be asked.
"Are you going to break up with him?"
She sighs. "No."
"Why not?"
"Gin, I can't. It'd break his heart, and I couldn't do that. Surely you can understand?"
"I... yes." (No! I can't understand! He's my brother!)
"So you know why we can't ever do this again."
(No! You love *me*, not him! Lying cow!) "Yes."
A soft kiss on Ginny's hair, and Hermione slips away.
Please, make it stop. I can't live like this... this pain, this ache...
She rises, revenge hardening inside her, and reaches for a quill and parchment.
Dip, blot, write.
Dear Ron,
He steps into the common room, apprehensive but resolute. "Hermione?"
"Hmmm?" She's working on Arithmancy, as if everything were fine, as if nothing had ever happened.
Deep breath. Release. "I need to know if what Ginny just told me is true."