Title: Pillow Fights
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They say true love comes only once in a lifetime. Hermione just might have to risk everything to keep hers.
Pairing: HG/GW
Spoilers: None (So far)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All hail JKR!!! *g*
A/N: This was supposed to be a chapter for my fic "Making," but I decided that I didn't like the way I had written the prologue, and plus, I only got one review. So I deleted that, and rewrote bits of the first chapter, and decided to make it a story of it's own. It just might become a series, if I think up a good enough plot to make it last. . .
Chapter 1
..:::..
It wasn't my fault, you know. I didn't *mean* to fall for her. It just happened. And I'm somewhat glad it did.
I guess it all started the last week of fifth year. Ron and Harry were out doing Lord knows what, as were all of the other Griffinfors, it seemed. Ginny and I decided to play chess.
"Check mate."
I looked down at the board and back up again.
"But-"
Ginny smirked. "Check mate."
I humphed, and I guess this amused her for some odd reason. And then she threw the queen at me!
"I'll say! You do *not* throw the queen, you lowly ingrate! The nerve!" Ginny's bishop yelled, which made us both burst out laughing.
Somewhere during this time, I guess Ginny snuck over to the couch and grabbed a throw pillow, because the next thing I knew, I was being hit across the back of my head by a stuffed and sewed piece of satin.
Of course, I *had* to retaliate. No one just *lets* someone else hit them with a pillow without fighting back, you know.
"GAHHHH!!!!"
And so started the demolishing of the common room, which led to both Ginny and me panting on separate sides of the couch, occasionally picking out goose down from our hair.
Ginny chuckled, took her wand, and levitated a couple of the tiny feathers over to my ears. I swear, she is wicked! She *knew* that my ears were *extremely* ticklish. . . Evil child that she is. . .
And then I pinned her down to the couch and started to tickle *her* mercilessly. Let's see how *she* likes it, I thought.
"No! Get off, get off, get off!!!!" I just laughed, and tickled harder. She truly is adorable, you know.
Of course, she *is* the sister of Fred and George Weasley, kings of the realm of the unexpected, so I guess I should have expected it---but I didn't.
I suddenly found my mouth pressed against hers, and I truly didn't know what to think. Of course, then she swiped her tongue across my bottom lip, and I decided that thinking was truly over-rated.
And all I knew then was that this girl was kissing me, and I was liking it up until the point where we heard voices outside the common room entrance, and we nearly flew away from each other to the opposite ends of the couch, both staring at each other in such shock that someone would think we'd both just seen the cruciatus curse.
Fred and George chose that moment to come inside, though they both became quiet once they saw us. Fred raised his eyebrow at George, and George smirked.
"Hermione and I were just. . . Pillow fighting!" supplied Ginny.
"Yes, pillow fighting. That's all---not that there *should* be more to it, either way, but. . ." Ginny bit her lip.
"Pillow fighting?"
We nodded.
"Ah."
And it all went downhill from there.
..:::..
The persistent shaking of my shoulder was what woke me up at 2 O'clock in the morning 4 days later, and I opened my eyes to a small, redheaded Weasley, who was nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
"Ginny?"
Ginny smiled slightly, and her eyes darted around the room.
"Ginny," I yawned, "what's wrong?"
There was silence for about 10 seconds, and then a small, "I can't sleep."
I smiled, and pulled back the covers. "Climb in, then."
She did, and I yawned as I pulled the bed curtains closed again. When I lay back down, she wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes.
"Hermione?" She asked softly.
"Yes?"
"I think. . . I think I like you."
My smile widened. "I like you too, Ginny."
..:::..
TBC. . . Maybe.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They say true love comes only once in a lifetime. Hermione just might have to risk everything to keep hers.
Pairing: HG/GW
Spoilers: None (So far)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All hail JKR!!! *g*
A/N: This was supposed to be a chapter for my fic "Making," but I decided that I didn't like the way I had written the prologue, and plus, I only got one review. So I deleted that, and rewrote bits of the first chapter, and decided to make it a story of it's own. It just might become a series, if I think up a good enough plot to make it last. . .
Chapter 1
..:::..
It wasn't my fault, you know. I didn't *mean* to fall for her. It just happened. And I'm somewhat glad it did.
I guess it all started the last week of fifth year. Ron and Harry were out doing Lord knows what, as were all of the other Griffinfors, it seemed. Ginny and I decided to play chess.
"Check mate."
I looked down at the board and back up again.
"But-"
Ginny smirked. "Check mate."
I humphed, and I guess this amused her for some odd reason. And then she threw the queen at me!
"I'll say! You do *not* throw the queen, you lowly ingrate! The nerve!" Ginny's bishop yelled, which made us both burst out laughing.
Somewhere during this time, I guess Ginny snuck over to the couch and grabbed a throw pillow, because the next thing I knew, I was being hit across the back of my head by a stuffed and sewed piece of satin.
Of course, I *had* to retaliate. No one just *lets* someone else hit them with a pillow without fighting back, you know.
"GAHHHH!!!!"
And so started the demolishing of the common room, which led to both Ginny and me panting on separate sides of the couch, occasionally picking out goose down from our hair.
Ginny chuckled, took her wand, and levitated a couple of the tiny feathers over to my ears. I swear, she is wicked! She *knew* that my ears were *extremely* ticklish. . . Evil child that she is. . .
And then I pinned her down to the couch and started to tickle *her* mercilessly. Let's see how *she* likes it, I thought.
"No! Get off, get off, get off!!!!" I just laughed, and tickled harder. She truly is adorable, you know.
Of course, she *is* the sister of Fred and George Weasley, kings of the realm of the unexpected, so I guess I should have expected it---but I didn't.
I suddenly found my mouth pressed against hers, and I truly didn't know what to think. Of course, then she swiped her tongue across my bottom lip, and I decided that thinking was truly over-rated.
And all I knew then was that this girl was kissing me, and I was liking it up until the point where we heard voices outside the common room entrance, and we nearly flew away from each other to the opposite ends of the couch, both staring at each other in such shock that someone would think we'd both just seen the cruciatus curse.
Fred and George chose that moment to come inside, though they both became quiet once they saw us. Fred raised his eyebrow at George, and George smirked.
"Hermione and I were just. . . Pillow fighting!" supplied Ginny.
"Yes, pillow fighting. That's all---not that there *should* be more to it, either way, but. . ." Ginny bit her lip.
"Pillow fighting?"
We nodded.
"Ah."
And it all went downhill from there.
..:::..
The persistent shaking of my shoulder was what woke me up at 2 O'clock in the morning 4 days later, and I opened my eyes to a small, redheaded Weasley, who was nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
"Ginny?"
Ginny smiled slightly, and her eyes darted around the room.
"Ginny," I yawned, "what's wrong?"
There was silence for about 10 seconds, and then a small, "I can't sleep."
I smiled, and pulled back the covers. "Climb in, then."
She did, and I yawned as I pulled the bed curtains closed again. When I lay back down, she wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes.
"Hermione?" She asked softly.
"Yes?"
"I think. . . I think I like you."
My smile widened. "I like you too, Ginny."
..:::..
TBC. . . Maybe.