Sorry for the long time updating. I don't think I have an amazingly large
fan base, however I know there are a few of you who do read, so thank you
very much for keeping with me. Things have been making my life a little
tumultuous at the moment, however im getting things back on track. Thanks
again for staying with me, and I look forward to getting many reviews. I
know this one isn't long. Its just to let you know im alive. I have nothing
to do for the next few days so there should be another update soon.
IMPORTANT: Fan fiction takes liberties, and hear is one I would like you all to be aware of that I am taking. Some fan fictions leave out the plot that should be going on in the sixth year, with the prophecy and all that. It bothers me that they do that, because it's a big part of the book. However I agree with what they are doing. I am not nearly the writer that Rowling is, and I do not wish to play with her plot. I cant give it justice and so I am putting it on the stand by. So yes. Harry is upset over the death of Sirus, he is morning him. But there will be no voldemort to contend with, and no Harry going suicidal and bitching at everyone, eventually removing himself from all his friends.
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"Ginny this isn't what it looks like I swear...I ... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING WATCHING ME?" I screamed, livid with anger. I watched her, heat building behind my eyes, yet at the same time, a sad sorry relief washed over me. Whatever happened now... well maybe it would end the pain. "Hermione I was just... I was worried...I thought" she stuttered, attempting to right this wrong.
Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
"Hermione I was just...I was worried...I thought.." I tried to speak. "Hermione I love you." Oh god I said it oh god. I let out a gasp as my eyes widened, and I brought my hands up to my mouth in shock. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Harry sat awkwardly beside Neville, staring across at Luna. He had missed the sorting ceremony several times, but when he had been there, even in their first year when they hated Hermione, the three of them had always sat together. Neville and Luna, well they were Neville and Luna. He couldn't wait for the feast to be over so he could head to his dormitory and sink into sleep. Mindlessly he put the fork from his plate to his mouth again, not really noticing what it was he was eating. Dumbledore stood up at the head table, and began mouthing words that Harry wasn't interested in listening too. People started to rise and the halls were cleared. Harry went over to Ron who was – unsuccessfully - attempting to round up the first years. Harry shook his head and smiled at his best friend. Putting two fingers to his lips he let out a loud piercing whistle. The Gryffindor table went silent, as did the other three, and looked at Harry. He cracked a fake smile and shouted "Gryffindor first years this way please". Ron grinned at Harry gratefully and they began the walk towards the dormitories, Ron and Harry commenting on the stair cases and portraits as they made their way up. Ron then lowered his voice and began to talk to Harry. "How about Hermione then? Bit of a right shock isn't it mate? Stupid Dyke." Harry cringed. "Ron, ask yourself seriously. Are you more upset at the fact that Hermione is a les...dyke, because you think its wrong, or because you love Hermione." Watch out for this step, you will fall right through it, asked Harry. Ron stared at him a moment in shock. "I don't bloody love that little dyke. She's disgusting. Next thing you know she will be having sex with random first years in cupboards and ..." He trailed off as he noticed he was shouting, and the first years were watching him in shock. "uhm... righto er..." His ears were turning pink, and his whole face flushed. "Just ahh...little acting for my acting club..back home..heh..heh... PASSWORDS Pearlytears, boys dorms that way girls that way no GO"
Harry looked at him disdainfully. "well you handled that one well didn't you" and left Ron standing in the common room.
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I didn't know what to say. Total shock filled my body. There was no words that could express how I felt. I, the most brilliant student In my year, and probably the entire school, was for the first time, at a complete loss of words. So I didn't say anything, just simply leaned forward and pulled Ginny towards me. Blood still flowing from my fragile arms, I pulled her face towards mine and breathed in her scent. Her lips brushed mine briefly, sending electricity through my lips, shivers through my body. I pulled her in closer, feeling her warm body shake beneath my touch. Then.... Then I looked at her eyes, her bright, tear filled eyes, and lay my lips across those of the one I have loved from afar.
She stared at me, the color draining from her face. She opened her mouth several times, closing it as she could find no words to answer me. I felt my life closing in around me, the enormity of what I had done striking me across my face. In just a few emotion felt words, I had confessed to my love, betrayed my brother, outed myself, thrown all caution to the wind, and lay my life in front of her. I was not worried she would say a word to anyone. In any case, I did not care if people knew. What I had done, was to risk the pain of rejection. I tried to speak, tried to take it back, and before the suitable words could come to my mind... I was there. In her arms. Wrapped by more then just her supple limbs, but by her warmth and love. She enfolded me, me who had seen her so exposed, so raw, and yet it was her who was comforting me. I wept into her shoulder before looking, staring, peering upwards into her eyes. Her bistre eyes gazing at me, also brimming with salty tears. I leaned forward and felt the faint brush of her lips on mine. I trembled beneath her touch, then began to kiss the lips of the one I have loved....from afar.
I tasted something in those kisses...I tasted love, passion, and salty tears, as she wept, each droplet a testament to how much she cared for me. I ran my tongue over her lips, causing her once more to shiver in my arms. I felt an amazing peace come over me, a feeling of such love and perfect happiness, holding Ginny in my arms. For the first time in a long time, something felt right.
I felt her warm blood flow down my back, causing me pain. I wished to the depths of my soul that I could take it from her, bare this for her. All I could do was to continue holding her, continue kissing her, continue breathing her in. Her hair enclosed our faces, there was nothing in the room but her. Had there been a thousand students in there with us, we would have remained oblivious. She ran her tongue over my lips, and I slowly parted them, allowing her to explore the insides of my mouth. I hesitated at first, before responding to this marvellous touch, so alien to me, and yet so perfectly right. This was not the awkward fumbling and slimy panting I was used to at the hands of many boys. This did not even compare to those males more skilful in the acts of love. This simple thing, this kiss, this touching of her lips against mine, brought me to higher heights then I had reached with any boy, or even from the touch of my own hands. Eternity passed by, when in reality, it had only been a minute.
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IMPORTANT: Fan fiction takes liberties, and hear is one I would like you all to be aware of that I am taking. Some fan fictions leave out the plot that should be going on in the sixth year, with the prophecy and all that. It bothers me that they do that, because it's a big part of the book. However I agree with what they are doing. I am not nearly the writer that Rowling is, and I do not wish to play with her plot. I cant give it justice and so I am putting it on the stand by. So yes. Harry is upset over the death of Sirus, he is morning him. But there will be no voldemort to contend with, and no Harry going suicidal and bitching at everyone, eventually removing himself from all his friends.
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"Ginny this isn't what it looks like I swear...I ... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING WATCHING ME?" I screamed, livid with anger. I watched her, heat building behind my eyes, yet at the same time, a sad sorry relief washed over me. Whatever happened now... well maybe it would end the pain. "Hermione I was just... I was worried...I thought" she stuttered, attempting to right this wrong.
Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
"Hermione I was just...I was worried...I thought.." I tried to speak. "Hermione I love you." Oh god I said it oh god. I let out a gasp as my eyes widened, and I brought my hands up to my mouth in shock. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Harry sat awkwardly beside Neville, staring across at Luna. He had missed the sorting ceremony several times, but when he had been there, even in their first year when they hated Hermione, the three of them had always sat together. Neville and Luna, well they were Neville and Luna. He couldn't wait for the feast to be over so he could head to his dormitory and sink into sleep. Mindlessly he put the fork from his plate to his mouth again, not really noticing what it was he was eating. Dumbledore stood up at the head table, and began mouthing words that Harry wasn't interested in listening too. People started to rise and the halls were cleared. Harry went over to Ron who was – unsuccessfully - attempting to round up the first years. Harry shook his head and smiled at his best friend. Putting two fingers to his lips he let out a loud piercing whistle. The Gryffindor table went silent, as did the other three, and looked at Harry. He cracked a fake smile and shouted "Gryffindor first years this way please". Ron grinned at Harry gratefully and they began the walk towards the dormitories, Ron and Harry commenting on the stair cases and portraits as they made their way up. Ron then lowered his voice and began to talk to Harry. "How about Hermione then? Bit of a right shock isn't it mate? Stupid Dyke." Harry cringed. "Ron, ask yourself seriously. Are you more upset at the fact that Hermione is a les...dyke, because you think its wrong, or because you love Hermione." Watch out for this step, you will fall right through it, asked Harry. Ron stared at him a moment in shock. "I don't bloody love that little dyke. She's disgusting. Next thing you know she will be having sex with random first years in cupboards and ..." He trailed off as he noticed he was shouting, and the first years were watching him in shock. "uhm... righto er..." His ears were turning pink, and his whole face flushed. "Just ahh...little acting for my acting club..back home..heh..heh... PASSWORDS Pearlytears, boys dorms that way girls that way no GO"
Harry looked at him disdainfully. "well you handled that one well didn't you" and left Ron standing in the common room.
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I didn't know what to say. Total shock filled my body. There was no words that could express how I felt. I, the most brilliant student In my year, and probably the entire school, was for the first time, at a complete loss of words. So I didn't say anything, just simply leaned forward and pulled Ginny towards me. Blood still flowing from my fragile arms, I pulled her face towards mine and breathed in her scent. Her lips brushed mine briefly, sending electricity through my lips, shivers through my body. I pulled her in closer, feeling her warm body shake beneath my touch. Then.... Then I looked at her eyes, her bright, tear filled eyes, and lay my lips across those of the one I have loved from afar.
She stared at me, the color draining from her face. She opened her mouth several times, closing it as she could find no words to answer me. I felt my life closing in around me, the enormity of what I had done striking me across my face. In just a few emotion felt words, I had confessed to my love, betrayed my brother, outed myself, thrown all caution to the wind, and lay my life in front of her. I was not worried she would say a word to anyone. In any case, I did not care if people knew. What I had done, was to risk the pain of rejection. I tried to speak, tried to take it back, and before the suitable words could come to my mind... I was there. In her arms. Wrapped by more then just her supple limbs, but by her warmth and love. She enfolded me, me who had seen her so exposed, so raw, and yet it was her who was comforting me. I wept into her shoulder before looking, staring, peering upwards into her eyes. Her bistre eyes gazing at me, also brimming with salty tears. I leaned forward and felt the faint brush of her lips on mine. I trembled beneath her touch, then began to kiss the lips of the one I have loved....from afar.
I tasted something in those kisses...I tasted love, passion, and salty tears, as she wept, each droplet a testament to how much she cared for me. I ran my tongue over her lips, causing her once more to shiver in my arms. I felt an amazing peace come over me, a feeling of such love and perfect happiness, holding Ginny in my arms. For the first time in a long time, something felt right.
I felt her warm blood flow down my back, causing me pain. I wished to the depths of my soul that I could take it from her, bare this for her. All I could do was to continue holding her, continue kissing her, continue breathing her in. Her hair enclosed our faces, there was nothing in the room but her. Had there been a thousand students in there with us, we would have remained oblivious. She ran her tongue over my lips, and I slowly parted them, allowing her to explore the insides of my mouth. I hesitated at first, before responding to this marvellous touch, so alien to me, and yet so perfectly right. This was not the awkward fumbling and slimy panting I was used to at the hands of many boys. This did not even compare to those males more skilful in the acts of love. This simple thing, this kiss, this touching of her lips against mine, brought me to higher heights then I had reached with any boy, or even from the touch of my own hands. Eternity passed by, when in reality, it had only been a minute.
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