Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not she nor do I claim to be. No profits are being earned from writing this. Nuh.

Author's Note:This is my first time writing a Hermione/Ginny leave a review and tell me how I did, darlings. Flames will (usually) be ignored.

Warnings: This story contains FEMSLASH or girl/girl. No likie, no readie. Simple as that.


A Girl's Musings


The soft moonlight shines down upon her slender form snuggled in my arms. It radiates an eternal glow on her flawless skin and my breath catches in my throat has it always does whenever her beauty catches me unaware. Still overcame by that magnificent play, I tenderly stroke her head ofabundantred spirals that spill over her shoulders and down her back.

I smile softly as the beauty in my arms suddenly sighs then presses her warm body closer to mine; so close she was thatI could feel the strong steady beat of her heart, which made my own rush with a powerful, raw emotion that could only be called love.

An innocent smile graces those crimson lips of hers as she stirs slightly in her sleep. Oh, those lips tempt me endlessly, my own tingling with anticipation to cover my mouth with hers. To taste her sweet skin, her vanilla scent wafting up my nose andtickling my senses until I squeal in delight.

As I stare down to the petite girl, her slow even breathes rising her chest up and down in her slumber, I think back to the afternoon when I had been reading a magazine in our study. Ginny had went to the store and I, to fill the empty silence, decided read a magazine that Ginny always read and I scoffed about it. I didn't usually read these types of things, but she had always been nagging me to give it a chance so I did. That's when I came across the question: Why do you love your lover?

That simple question sent my mind reeling and here's my answer:

I love her for everything she does, for everything she is and represents. I love the way she loves me, the way she fills me up with warmth inside. I love those sparkling emerald eyes that, when we stay up late in the midst of a intimate talk, shine with so much lovethat itamazes me. I love her through her worst and best times, even when she is furious and cursing the sky away. I love her heart, body, mind, and soul. I love her to the very core of my being.

Actually, I don't think there's an explanation in this universe for why I love her, none at all. Has anyone defined the meaning of love? Is it correctly smack there in the dictionary? Nope. Now of course there's the logical term of the word, but I'm not talking about logic. It gets you nowhere in the game of love. Believe me. I've tried.

You may take all the explanations I mentioned, which are all true, but there is no actual term you can use to express my love. This love is so deep it is beyond definition. This woman is my love and I love her because..well because I simply do.

"Umm...'Mione?" her sleep-laden voice broke me from my musings.

I quirk a grin at her as I watch my Ginny yawn widely and smile a sweet smile up at me.

"Yeah?" I whisper, letting one finger gently move along her jaw line.

Her smile becomes broader and she murmurs, "What were you thinking about?"

"Why I love you..." I smile teasingly at her, which produced a gentle chuckle from her lips.

"Oh really, so what's the answer?" Ginny teases back, propping her chin on her palm and stared at me mischievously.

"Oh, that's simple... I love you because I do," I grinned, tapping her on the tip of her nose.

A tender look enters her eyes as she replies, "Funny, that's exactly why I love you too," Her smile makes me tremble with warmth and joy.

Yep, that's why I love her.


Fin...