Disclaimer and Author's Note: Saw this challenge posted by alliante in the
slash_challenge community on livejournal, got a plot bunny, and couldn't
resist. Surprisingly enough, the pairing that came to mind was
Ginny/Hermione. Normally I detest this pairing. Hmm.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Warning: This is femslash which means girl/girl homosexual lesbian action.
Nothing explicit, just some kissin' and romancin', but some people aren't
into that sort of thing. So if you aren't, then I suggest you go look
elsewhere.
Challenge
Any one of the following pairings:
Voldemort/Peter, Bellatrix/Narcissa, Ginny/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Lucius/Severus, Remus/Sirius
Any setting, anything. The rating is entirely up to you.
Word count must be 558.
The drabble must contain the following words:
scarlet
silk
serpent
sinuous
champagne
fluffy
irrelevant
To Cure What Ails You
Hermione was pouring the champagne when she heard Ginny Apparate in. She heard a crash, apparently Ginny had Apparated onto the couch, and Ginny swore.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine," the response was slightly nasal. "Where are you?"
"Bedroom."
Setting the glasses aside, Hermione gave the room a once over. Scarlet silk sheets draped over the bed, the glasses of champagne with their patterns of snakes twisting suggestively up the handles, and the candles placed strategically about the room giving it an ethereal glow.
Pity Ginny was allergic to roses. They would have made such a lovely touch.
But the lack of roses wouldn't matter once Ginny was with her. Arching, moaning, moving together in a sinuous--
"Well," said an impressed voice behind her. Hermione turned, blushing, and smoothed down the front of her pale blue dressing gown.
Ginny looked tired. Her nose was red, and her eyes slightly puffy, but was grinning nonetheless. "You asked Parvati what to do for a romantic evening, didn't you?"
"I most certainly did not," Hermione sniffed slightly. Ginny raised her eyebrows. "I asked Lavender."
Dropping her traveling cloak on the floor, Ginny pushed herself out of the doorway, and walked slowly toward Hermione. Her gait was smooth and suggestive and Hermione forced herself to not stare. Composure. She had to keep her composure.
Stopping to stand in front of Hermione, Ginny leaned up, and kissed her softly on the mouth. She tasted slightly of Pepper-Up potion.
"You're sick," Hermione accused.
"That," Ginny said, affecting her best Percy-the-prefect voice, "is utterly irrelevant to the situation."
"It is not. You're sick, and you're going to make *me* sick, and I'll miss work."
"Such is the price you pay for arranging a romantic evening for two in flu season."
Feeling mildly indignant, Hermione opened her mouth to speak when Ginny leaned in and kissed her. Hard.
Small pale hands tangled themselves in Hermione's hair. They massaged her scalp and finger combed her thick, unmanagable locks.
Finally Ginny pulled away, leaving Hermione pink-cheeked and panting. "I think," Hermione gasped, "I might rethink my position on your being sick."
Ginny smirked, "I thought you would."
"I mean, besides", Hermione stepped up to press herself against Ginny's body, resting her hands on the other woman's hips, "You should probably take a hot bath to clear up that cold of yours."
"I probably should."
"And of course I should be there to nurse you back to health."
"Of course," Ginny agreed.
"And what better way to do it than in the bath. With you.'
Ginny grinned, and took Hermione's hand, leading her back towards the bathroom. "I like the way you think."
Challenge
Any one of the following pairings:
Voldemort/Peter, Bellatrix/Narcissa, Ginny/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Lucius/Severus, Remus/Sirius
Any setting, anything. The rating is entirely up to you.
Word count must be 558.
The drabble must contain the following words:
scarlet
silk
serpent
sinuous
champagne
fluffy
irrelevant
To Cure What Ails You
Hermione was pouring the champagne when she heard Ginny Apparate in. She heard a crash, apparently Ginny had Apparated onto the couch, and Ginny swore.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine," the response was slightly nasal. "Where are you?"
"Bedroom."
Setting the glasses aside, Hermione gave the room a once over. Scarlet silk sheets draped over the bed, the glasses of champagne with their patterns of snakes twisting suggestively up the handles, and the candles placed strategically about the room giving it an ethereal glow.
Pity Ginny was allergic to roses. They would have made such a lovely touch.
But the lack of roses wouldn't matter once Ginny was with her. Arching, moaning, moving together in a sinuous--
"Well," said an impressed voice behind her. Hermione turned, blushing, and smoothed down the front of her pale blue dressing gown.
Ginny looked tired. Her nose was red, and her eyes slightly puffy, but was grinning nonetheless. "You asked Parvati what to do for a romantic evening, didn't you?"
"I most certainly did not," Hermione sniffed slightly. Ginny raised her eyebrows. "I asked Lavender."
Dropping her traveling cloak on the floor, Ginny pushed herself out of the doorway, and walked slowly toward Hermione. Her gait was smooth and suggestive and Hermione forced herself to not stare. Composure. She had to keep her composure.
Stopping to stand in front of Hermione, Ginny leaned up, and kissed her softly on the mouth. She tasted slightly of Pepper-Up potion.
"You're sick," Hermione accused.
"That," Ginny said, affecting her best Percy-the-prefect voice, "is utterly irrelevant to the situation."
"It is not. You're sick, and you're going to make *me* sick, and I'll miss work."
"Such is the price you pay for arranging a romantic evening for two in flu season."
Feeling mildly indignant, Hermione opened her mouth to speak when Ginny leaned in and kissed her. Hard.
Small pale hands tangled themselves in Hermione's hair. They massaged her scalp and finger combed her thick, unmanagable locks.
Finally Ginny pulled away, leaving Hermione pink-cheeked and panting. "I think," Hermione gasped, "I might rethink my position on your being sick."
Ginny smirked, "I thought you would."
"I mean, besides", Hermione stepped up to press herself against Ginny's body, resting her hands on the other woman's hips, "You should probably take a hot bath to clear up that cold of yours."
"I probably should."
"And of course I should be there to nurse you back to health."
"Of course," Ginny agreed.
"And what better way to do it than in the bath. With you.'
Ginny grinned, and took Hermione's hand, leading her back towards the bathroom. "I like the way you think."