Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own any of the work done by the
marvelous J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this fanfiction.
Author's Notes: Yes, be warned my children, this is femmeslash, a genre of fanfiction in the Harry Potter world that I find to not have enough followers, but I'm a loyal follower and I love it just as much as I love slash. Yet, there are those out there who don't like works of slash or femmeslash, and if you're one of them, then would you mind not reading this? It will most likely offend you, and I don't want to receive any flames for my fiction, even though they will probably just amuse me in my little hermit like castle on the frozen tundra.anyways, thanks for coming this far with me, and review are always more than welcome. So, read on brave reader!
How could she have been so stupid?
Ginny rushed over the well trodden paths to where she was positive Hermione would be. Hermione had to say goodbye to Ron and Harry before leaving, she just had to. Well, she would be leaving without saying goodbye to Ginny, not like she actually deserved a goodbye now. There she was, she could see her form, now receiving a hug from her mother. A loud bang later, her mother retreated back into the house screaming for Fred and George. They had probably decided to set off a Filibuster's Firework into Bill's attempt at a cake. They did say they wanted to send Bill's cake off with a bang before they ate it. Poor Bill, he wasn't much of a cook. She ignored her wandering thoughts; Hermione was the only one that mattered right now. She was the one who mattered most at this point. Hermione couldn't leave now. No, now she was hugging Ron. No, only the goodbye to Harry and she'd be gone forever. Why couldn't her legs move faster? If only she hadn't gone so far into the woods with these damn flip flops on!
Good, she was laughing now, that would give her more time. Come on feet, move! The house was in plain view now. She could see her mother shrieking at Fred and George through the window smeared with bits of cake. Hermione was now hugging Harry.
No, she couldn't leave now, she would not leave now!
But she wasn't leaving. No. Hermione was not going to leave here without knowing what Ginny wanted her to know! She had to beg forgiveness, beg Hermione to stay, she couldn't leave here now! Just when now everything was so suddenly clear.
She would tell her everything. Tell her how much she cared for her, tell her that she thought about her all the time, tell her that.
.that she loved her.
Almost there, only a few more feet until she would collide straight into Hermione. If that's what it took to keep her hear, then so be it. She wouldn't let go of her until she told Hermione everything. No, oh gods no, why was the ground slipping suddenly? Why did she have to be such a klutz? Even at a time like this, the gods couldn't bless her with a little grace? Her feet were becoming tangled up in her shoes. Ginny lost her balance and began falling, heading straight for Hermione's elegant platform sandals. She smashed her face straight into the ground, tears instantly sprung up into her eyes. There was grass and dirt in her mouth, and her ankle hurt like hell. Why did everything have to go so wrong? She heard several voices shouting for her, it didn't matter, everything was lost, everything was gone.Hermione would leave not knowing how much she actually meant to her, and she would be left here alone. And Ron would know everything, and her whole family would learn it from him. And everything would just be so wrong now. Nothing would work, nothing would make sense, everything would just be wrong.
Ginny!
Author's Notes: Yes, be warned my children, this is femmeslash, a genre of fanfiction in the Harry Potter world that I find to not have enough followers, but I'm a loyal follower and I love it just as much as I love slash. Yet, there are those out there who don't like works of slash or femmeslash, and if you're one of them, then would you mind not reading this? It will most likely offend you, and I don't want to receive any flames for my fiction, even though they will probably just amuse me in my little hermit like castle on the frozen tundra.anyways, thanks for coming this far with me, and review are always more than welcome. So, read on brave reader!
How could she have been so stupid?
Ginny rushed over the well trodden paths to where she was positive Hermione would be. Hermione had to say goodbye to Ron and Harry before leaving, she just had to. Well, she would be leaving without saying goodbye to Ginny, not like she actually deserved a goodbye now. There she was, she could see her form, now receiving a hug from her mother. A loud bang later, her mother retreated back into the house screaming for Fred and George. They had probably decided to set off a Filibuster's Firework into Bill's attempt at a cake. They did say they wanted to send Bill's cake off with a bang before they ate it. Poor Bill, he wasn't much of a cook. She ignored her wandering thoughts; Hermione was the only one that mattered right now. She was the one who mattered most at this point. Hermione couldn't leave now. No, now she was hugging Ron. No, only the goodbye to Harry and she'd be gone forever. Why couldn't her legs move faster? If only she hadn't gone so far into the woods with these damn flip flops on!
Good, she was laughing now, that would give her more time. Come on feet, move! The house was in plain view now. She could see her mother shrieking at Fred and George through the window smeared with bits of cake. Hermione was now hugging Harry.
No, she couldn't leave now, she would not leave now!
But she wasn't leaving. No. Hermione was not going to leave here without knowing what Ginny wanted her to know! She had to beg forgiveness, beg Hermione to stay, she couldn't leave here now! Just when now everything was so suddenly clear.
She would tell her everything. Tell her how much she cared for her, tell her that she thought about her all the time, tell her that.
.that she loved her.
Almost there, only a few more feet until she would collide straight into Hermione. If that's what it took to keep her hear, then so be it. She wouldn't let go of her until she told Hermione everything. No, oh gods no, why was the ground slipping suddenly? Why did she have to be such a klutz? Even at a time like this, the gods couldn't bless her with a little grace? Her feet were becoming tangled up in her shoes. Ginny lost her balance and began falling, heading straight for Hermione's elegant platform sandals. She smashed her face straight into the ground, tears instantly sprung up into her eyes. There was grass and dirt in her mouth, and her ankle hurt like hell. Why did everything have to go so wrong? She heard several voices shouting for her, it didn't matter, everything was lost, everything was gone.Hermione would leave not knowing how much she actually meant to her, and she would be left here alone. And Ron would know everything, and her whole family would learn it from him. And everything would just be so wrong now. Nothing would work, nothing would make sense, everything would just be wrong.
Ginny!