HP/SS pairing, don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: Own not,
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A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
For the purposes of my story OOTP never happened. I want Sirius alive, so I can kill him in a much more painful manner, he died too quickly and easily in the book.
A new chapter, aren't holidays the greatest thing ever! Thankyou Jesus (literally, Easter break etc.) This one is dedicated to anyone who has been bothered to review. I love you. This all said I don't read f/f very often, even entirely non-graphic as this is, please bare this in mind and send CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
"..."speech '...'thought
Chapter 7 Are You There?
There is nothing, it has been reflected, more annoying than breaking up, and badly at that with someone you really love and then watching as they move on...and become happy. It is worse however when you are then expected to share this happiness, be happy for them. Add then to this general equation, that that person who makes them happy is your own kin.
...
"Hermione" Ginny moaned that name, worshipped it in her sleep, as she dreamed of a worship more physical. The redhead was not simply fantasizing, but remembering. Youth and experimentation are a potent combination.
... The sun shone brightly and the grass underfoot gleamed with dew. "You know Ginny you should try out for quidditch, I think you'd do really well, especially with all that practice you got in with the boys this couple of months." Hermione's cheeks were flushed as she and Ginny walked towards the Burrow having gone out for a bit of a 'fly around'. "Yeah, maybe, Race you back? Ready. Lets go." Ginny ran slowly at first, giving her friend time to realise what was happening but once the brunette registered and reacted appropriately it was on. Ginny was laughing so hard she could barely breath, looking at the ground as she followed the older girl. Hermione turned and watched in amusement as Ginny tried to catch up, running around after Harry on all his misadventures did wonders for a girl's fitness. The ensuing collision would have been obvious to anyone watching, by the time Hermione realised what was imminent it was too late. The ground was surprisingly soft, Ginny noted in confusion, and warm with it, opening her eyes she realised she was effectively straddled by the other girl whose breath was coming in short puffs like she'd run a mile not 40feet. Ginny had the sudden incredible urge to kiss her, supporting herself with one of her hands next to the other girls head the other being drawn inexplicably to Hermione's waist.
The kiss was not sweet, it was not confused, and once their lips touched they knew something real and strong had been created, a bond that pulled them together. Never underestimate the lust of the teenage girl; it seems forgotten by many, yet it is a powerful thing. It began suddenly, that was its nature, sudden. Suddenly being together was the most important thing, suddenly Ginny pushed Hermione up against walls in corridors after dinner, during lunch. Any time could be 'alone time'. Then suddenly it stopped. After 5 months Hermione stopped wanting to hold hands under the Gryffindor table, stopped wanting to sneak into deserted classrooms. Ginny was too dominating, too demanding. She needed space, she needed to find herself. On the way she found Seamus, Neville and finally Ron.
But as Ginny slept she didn't remember these things, just the good times, just the feel of Hermione under her, in her control and loving it.
....
"Potter, are you there?" "Yes professor, I just didn't know what to say, she screamed...so loudly." For some reason it relieved him, to know someone was there, had been watching. "I thought you'd gone." "I didn't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything, it is almost literally ancient history." 'That was a joke Severus, don't reveal you have a sense of humour he'll never cringe away in fear again.' He chided himself. "You know, I'd say I understand, why you hate muggles that is, but you'd probably bite my head off," 'See Severus, that was definitely light hearted, give an inch and they take a mile.' "Or maybe you'd just suck me dry," 'What the fuck?!' Severus's mental 'ears' pricked up at that, 'There is no way he said that.' "My blood, that is...seeing as you're a vampire." 'It makes sense, that had better have been accidental!'
...
The Gryffindor common room was unsurprisingly deserted. It was unsurprising because it was 2am and cold with it. Two figures sat huddled on one of the soft love seats near the fire, which the brunette had revived with an effective house-warming charm. "I'm worried Hermione, Ginny is acting so aggressively towards the both of us. She's never been like this ever. I mean she's such a sweet girl, wouldn't hurt a fly, so shy. I mean you saw her when she was around Harry the past couple of years." Hermione reflected that there were a few memories she had that could very easily change the red head's delusions about his 'little' sister. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about Ron, you know teenage girls, you're surrounded by them." "Yeah I know Mione, but you were never this bad," She elbowed him playfully "but then again you're not normal, I'm uh, I'm very lucky." It was said with so much feeling that she could say a thing but took his hand in hers and lent in for a gentle kiss. He smiled into the contact. "You're perfect Miss Hermione Granger and one day I'ma goin' ta marry you." The accent was deliberately silly, cute. They hadn't talked much about the future. Normally it would be assumed that they wouldn't need to, being only fifteen. It was not however for this reason that they were so restrained, with the war impending neither was sure there would be a future and if there was, whether they would both be in it. And so they made no plans except separately in their minds, hoping to Merlin that one day they would be able to share them with each other.
Feed the Author R and R You know you want to! * hugs * Liadan Di
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
For the purposes of my story OOTP never happened. I want Sirius alive, so I can kill him in a much more painful manner, he died too quickly and easily in the book.
A new chapter, aren't holidays the greatest thing ever! Thankyou Jesus (literally, Easter break etc.) This one is dedicated to anyone who has been bothered to review. I love you. This all said I don't read f/f very often, even entirely non-graphic as this is, please bare this in mind and send CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
"..."speech '...'thought
Chapter 7 Are You There?
There is nothing, it has been reflected, more annoying than breaking up, and badly at that with someone you really love and then watching as they move on...and become happy. It is worse however when you are then expected to share this happiness, be happy for them. Add then to this general equation, that that person who makes them happy is your own kin.
...
"Hermione" Ginny moaned that name, worshipped it in her sleep, as she dreamed of a worship more physical. The redhead was not simply fantasizing, but remembering. Youth and experimentation are a potent combination.
... The sun shone brightly and the grass underfoot gleamed with dew. "You know Ginny you should try out for quidditch, I think you'd do really well, especially with all that practice you got in with the boys this couple of months." Hermione's cheeks were flushed as she and Ginny walked towards the Burrow having gone out for a bit of a 'fly around'. "Yeah, maybe, Race you back? Ready. Lets go." Ginny ran slowly at first, giving her friend time to realise what was happening but once the brunette registered and reacted appropriately it was on. Ginny was laughing so hard she could barely breath, looking at the ground as she followed the older girl. Hermione turned and watched in amusement as Ginny tried to catch up, running around after Harry on all his misadventures did wonders for a girl's fitness. The ensuing collision would have been obvious to anyone watching, by the time Hermione realised what was imminent it was too late. The ground was surprisingly soft, Ginny noted in confusion, and warm with it, opening her eyes she realised she was effectively straddled by the other girl whose breath was coming in short puffs like she'd run a mile not 40feet. Ginny had the sudden incredible urge to kiss her, supporting herself with one of her hands next to the other girls head the other being drawn inexplicably to Hermione's waist.
The kiss was not sweet, it was not confused, and once their lips touched they knew something real and strong had been created, a bond that pulled them together. Never underestimate the lust of the teenage girl; it seems forgotten by many, yet it is a powerful thing. It began suddenly, that was its nature, sudden. Suddenly being together was the most important thing, suddenly Ginny pushed Hermione up against walls in corridors after dinner, during lunch. Any time could be 'alone time'. Then suddenly it stopped. After 5 months Hermione stopped wanting to hold hands under the Gryffindor table, stopped wanting to sneak into deserted classrooms. Ginny was too dominating, too demanding. She needed space, she needed to find herself. On the way she found Seamus, Neville and finally Ron.
But as Ginny slept she didn't remember these things, just the good times, just the feel of Hermione under her, in her control and loving it.
....
"Potter, are you there?" "Yes professor, I just didn't know what to say, she screamed...so loudly." For some reason it relieved him, to know someone was there, had been watching. "I thought you'd gone." "I didn't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything, it is almost literally ancient history." 'That was a joke Severus, don't reveal you have a sense of humour he'll never cringe away in fear again.' He chided himself. "You know, I'd say I understand, why you hate muggles that is, but you'd probably bite my head off," 'See Severus, that was definitely light hearted, give an inch and they take a mile.' "Or maybe you'd just suck me dry," 'What the fuck?!' Severus's mental 'ears' pricked up at that, 'There is no way he said that.' "My blood, that is...seeing as you're a vampire." 'It makes sense, that had better have been accidental!'
...
The Gryffindor common room was unsurprisingly deserted. It was unsurprising because it was 2am and cold with it. Two figures sat huddled on one of the soft love seats near the fire, which the brunette had revived with an effective house-warming charm. "I'm worried Hermione, Ginny is acting so aggressively towards the both of us. She's never been like this ever. I mean she's such a sweet girl, wouldn't hurt a fly, so shy. I mean you saw her when she was around Harry the past couple of years." Hermione reflected that there were a few memories she had that could very easily change the red head's delusions about his 'little' sister. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about Ron, you know teenage girls, you're surrounded by them." "Yeah I know Mione, but you were never this bad," She elbowed him playfully "but then again you're not normal, I'm uh, I'm very lucky." It was said with so much feeling that she could say a thing but took his hand in hers and lent in for a gentle kiss. He smiled into the contact. "You're perfect Miss Hermione Granger and one day I'ma goin' ta marry you." The accent was deliberately silly, cute. They hadn't talked much about the future. Normally it would be assumed that they wouldn't need to, being only fifteen. It was not however for this reason that they were so restrained, with the war impending neither was sure there would be a future and if there was, whether they would both be in it. And so they made no plans except separately in their minds, hoping to Merlin that one day they would be able to share them with each other.
Feed the Author R and R You know you want to! * hugs * Liadan Di