Yeah, my second fanfiction in a foreign language. I'm proud. ;)

Please, don't be too strict. Two girls (thanks Maia and Tarivi! knuddel) read it to correct it but I think there're still mistakes in grammar and spelling… (By the way: I hate adverbs! ;o))

There'll be another one in the future… Till then – don't forget to review. °smile°

See you. LeakyC

Disclaimer: Almost everything is JKR's. Only the story – that's mine.

It's fem-slash: Ginny and Hermione.

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Longing

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„Hermione?"

„Yes?"

„They've gone."

„I know."

„We are all alone."

„Yeah, it's okay, Ginny."

With a sigh, Hermione puts her book away. The common room is totally empty and only the crackle of the wood in open fire makes a little sound in the heavenly silence.

Drowsyly, she observes her friend who standsby the window. She is so beautiful while the shining of the fire is on her skin and it seems to be soft as velvet.

Hermione smothers another sigh.

„Ginny, leave the window."

„Why?"

„Cause I'm getting depressed by seeing you staring in the far as if you are missing something."

„I don't miss anything, I'm longing."

„What's the difference?"

„You don't know?"

„No, tell me."

„Hermione, have you ever been in love secretly?"

„Yeah..."

„Have you wanted to be with somebody and have you longed for it although you've never experienced?"

„Yeah..."

„This is longing."

„One kind."

„Mine."

Ginny who had turned to her friend while they were talking, now looks out to the wide grounds of Hogwarts' again.

It's almost dark outside, only the full moon reflects on the lake's surface.

Ginny observes Hermione in the reflection of the windowpane. One strand of her hazel and curly hair falls in her face while she is reading and she strokes it behind her left ear. Her movements are so soft, her whole appearance is so calm in these minutes.

Dreaming, the red-haired girl leans her forehead against the cool pane and closes her eyes. -

„Ginny, please leave the window."

Again, Hermione puts her book away and finally, she stands up. She goes round the sofa where she was sitting and walks to the window where Ginny still stands.

They stand together in silence until Hermione takes one of Ginnys hands. -

„Hermione?"

„Yes?"

„Are you longing?"

„Why are you whispering?"

„Do you mind?"

„It makes me nervous."

„Why?"

„Because you're standing this close to me."

„You're longing, Hermione."

„Yeah..."

Slowly, Ginny turns, looks from Hermione's reflection to the real girl next to her. She looks into her brown eyes; they're so warm, they make her feel safe.

Ginny strokes their fingers gently, then her hand slowly makes its way up in Hermione's face...

„Hemione?"

„Yes?"

„Why did you become that uncommunicative?"

„Because you're taking my mind."

„Hemione?"

„Yes, Ginny?"

„Are you brave?"

„No."

„Did you decide to answer something else than yes?"

„No."

„Hemione?"

„Yes."

„May I kiss you?"

In the far a church-clock strikes midnight, the autumn-wind howls through the trees of the Forbidden Forrest when their lips meet and an intimate friendship becomes a deep love.

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- End -

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