Unlikely Dream

Ginny straightened her skirt, attempted to make it look the right size, but she was distracted by the rain. At school she walked in acting grown-up, but inside childishly weeping. She sat down in the cosiest armchair, the one that she could put her feet up on the table, so as to make her legs stand out to anyone entering. Friends passed, some sat, and attempted conversation. She replied to them normally then Harry came in. Immediately she was uncomfortable, desperate to stay, desperate to go. Harry started talking to Hermione, oblivious to her slight watching. Anger built up inside her, then anger at her own anger, then betrayal. Trying to ignore him she carried on the conversation, exploring subjects unconnected to her thoughts, which she somehow managed to connect. Finally she realized she couldn't cope, and ran for the nearest outdoor, private, beautiful spot. She sat her brain overloading before crashing. She shivered, she had left her coat inside, but she couldn't go back, because everyone would see, including him, and as much as she wanted him, she didn't want him and everyone else. Her mind tried distraction with the bug crawling up her bare leg, but it didn't work. She saw it as an evil, connected to her friend, overpowering him. Harry followed her, he knew, but pretended not to. He never felt anything for Hermione, he talked to her lots, and knew she was using him, but that's all. He saw Ginny's hair float round a tree, and crept up, gently lowering himself to sit on the roots at the base of the huge trunk. They were now back to back. Ginny had what she wanted, but didn't know, so kept on longing for it. After five minutes Ginny rested her hand on her half of the roots and pushed against them, so her feet and legs stretched out, and the roots were now a pillow. Harry saw this, and got up. Ginny was startled, then pretended not to be, and tried to ignore him. There was a brief moment of silence. "Close your eyes." Harry said. She did so slowly, cautiously, but gently. Harry bent down, folding his knees underneath him. Ginny remained still, waiting. Harry smiled, and did what he was tempted to do, stroked her leg. She wriggled slightly. He then placed his fingertips on her lips, she responded, giving them a slight kiss. He removed his hand and placed it around her waist. She opened her eyes, just in time to see him rest his head on her chest. Hermione appeared. Distraught and completely jealous, she yanked Harry up. She couldn't believe it, she had so much power over him she had thought. She cornered him against the tree, pulling herself towards him, thrusting her breasts into him. Ginny got up and looked at Harry. Harry looked at her, and pushed Hermione away. Hermione, overcome with her loss of superiority, stalked off, swishing what she thought was the most beautiful, shiny hair over her shoulder. Ginny sat down, the roots hurt but she didn't care. She was halfway there to getting what she wanted. That snotty cow who everyone apparently liked had been rejected. She stared straight ahead of herself, taking in the forest, but concentrating on her limited right hand side view. Harry bent down and took her hand. They looked into each others eyes. Wrapping their arms around one anothers waists they kissed, briefly but passionately.