Authors Note: If the characters seem a little... out of character that
would be because they're based more on real life people than the actual
people from the book. I guess I'll try to keep them in line. Oh. Yes... I
almost forgot the standard... These characters are not mine. Yadda yadda
yadda. Enjoy.
Caution: Contains lesbian themes. Then again... If you didn't figure that
out... I just told you?
My First Hermione/Ginny Fic.
For All You Dirty Minds Out There... They Aren't Doing Anything Sick.
Infatuation
Smooth skin passed under my fingertips and I was unable to suppress the smile that instantly fought to appear on my lips. Every time I touched her, a small noise was omitted. I assumed it was in pleasure because she still hadn't told me to stop... Surprisingly. My fingers "accidentally" brush those magical spots along her sides, just above her hips and I smile again as the muscles in her body tense. At the moment my fingers drift over the same spot, her muscles shudder, all the tension draining out once more as she grabs both of my hands.
"Trying to give me an orgasm?" It was a joke, I knew it, but the comment still made sparks of desire course along my body.
"You know it." My oh-so-witty reply. Another joke... Or so she seems to think, because she instantly lets go of my hands and places then under the pillow supporting her head once more. I continue my previous motions, rubbing my hands over the exposed skin of her lower back, stopping once I reach either the top of her pants or the bottom of her shirt. Yes. Shirt. Pants. She's not naked, despite my many wishes... And there have been a lot of them. Trust Me.
But God forbid she even removes her shirt around me. Since my 'dirty' little secret came out last year, I don't blame her. I'm still slightly peeved at Ron for telling the entire population of Hogwarts. It was just a tad bit embarrassing. What on Earth are you talking about, Ginny? You maybe be asking... Well, the truth is, the youngest of the Weasly family is bisexual. Fred and George said they knew all along... I'm not sure if it's true or if they're just trying to act smart. Either way, apparently they could "just tell". My mother took it better than I would have expected, as did my father. Both simply told me if I was happy, then so were they. I think Ron is the only one who changed upon hearing the news.
He's the only one who treated me differently. Even Hermione didn't react all too much, finding it perfectly logical seeing as how I've been brought up around so many males. But Ron... He flew off the handle... Especially when he started dating Hermione. I was accused of all sorts of things, mainly about having a secret crush on Hermione. He told me he felt like I was another guy and that he needed to compete with me for her. I laughed in his face and called him an idiot... So what if it was true... So what if I did have slightly more than friendly feelings for her... He didn't need to know that.
I figured, with time, I'd be able to make the stupid little obsession vanish. And then we started to become better friends... and those hopes vanished like they'd never even been there. If I hadn't been infatuated before I knew her... I was now. The eyes, the lips, the hair. Everything about her made me get that stupid happy tingly feeling all over. Damn her. I use to curse her name every time it entered my mind... No wonder my language is always so bad now a day.
They went out over the summer and everyday was just one of those days. You know... One of those days that makes you want to scream and cry and pull every single hair on your head out. I had the pleasure of sleeping in the same room as her at night, and the horror of watching them flirt all day long. I took to hanging out with Harry, my personal little savior. I'd gotten over my little crush on him ages ago... and I'm pretty sure that eased a lot of the tension. He was just happy to have someone who wasn't intimidated by the "Boy Who Lived". I was just happy to have someone to take my mind off of her. Which was interesting... because it never lasted more than a moment. Always my thoughts wandered back to her and as the summer wore on and they became closer... My life became a living hell. Harry understood something was wrong, but I don't think he ever knew what was wrong.
I started skipping meals, unable to watch them holding hands and whispering into each others ears. My weight, which wasn't much to begin with, dropped to the point my ribs were visible even when I didn't suck my stomach in. Stress is a great diet folks. I refused to go swimming after a while, fearing someone might notice my little "condition". Wrong or not, Harry stood by me and my decisions, even helped a few times when I was backed into a corner. When my excuse of "I don't feel well." didn't fly, he'd bail me out with talk of practice. I was going to be Keeper this year... seeing how Oliver had graduated the previous year.
My sleeping habits suffered as well and there'd often be nights I'd sit up on my window ledge, legs daggling over the side as I stared up at the stars, wishing on every single one that the summer would somehow move quicker. Not that it did. Something else happened though... I walked into my room, smiling for a reason I won't even bother to remember anymore, and there on my floor, were Ron and Hermione, both trying to swallow the others head.
I made no sound as I backed out of the room, slipped down the wall and cried. That's how Percy found me, curled up as tightly as I could manage, bawling my eyes out. He picked me up without a word and took me to his room. I was set on the neatly made bed and held for an hour straight. He never said a word and I couldn't bring myself to explain, but he knew and his words will forever ring inside the confines of my screwed up little mind "It sucks... Doesn't it?" I remember nodding against his chest, another miserable sob escaping my lips. By the time supper rolled around, he was still holding me. We both skipped dinner that night, content to wallow in self pity, happy that there was someone to share it with. I found out later my brother is gay... In love with, yep, the star Quidditch player... Oliver Wood.
One week before we left for Hogwarts, Ron broke her heart, and I hated him for it. I don't think he ever had a real reason for it. It was just like, boom, you're dumped. She cried. Not in front of anyone... but I know she cried. From then on, we became the best of friends. She tells me anything now... Almost.
I flip her onto her back in one deft movement, much to the surprise of her. She's now laying in my lap, her stomach exposed.
"What the..." She begins, and is instantly cut off by none other than me.
"Ah shut up. Looking for ticklish spots." Her eyes flash and for a moment, a think she'll pull away, but I'm proven wrong when she just shifts a bit to get comfortable and closes her eyes. Her skin is warm and smooth, like I figured it would be. She tenses again as my fingertips slide over a certain spot, so, being the very evil child I am, I do it again. The muscles beneath my fingers go into small spasms and Hermione smiles slightly.
"That feels so weird." I return the smile, even if she can't see it, and slowly explore the rest of her body. The slight little shivers that course through her body as I brush the skin just beneath her breasts doesn't go unnoticed, and yet again a surge of hope is shoved down my throat so suddenly I want to gag. Damn you Ginny... you and your false hopes and dreams.
"You okay?" I ask after a while, hoping she won't get annoyed. It's the 20th time I've asked her tonight. I really really do not want to make her uncomfortable. Guess I don't have to worry about that... Her rhythmic breathing and lack of a response are all the answer I need. She's asleep. With slow movements I slide out from under her and wrap my arms around her. She wakes up. Dun dun dun.
"Hmm...?" God damn she is cute. Her blinking brown eyes look at me, asking every question she's too lazy to voice at the moment.
"Go back to sleep, love." Apparently she didn't catch the last part, 'cause as I chomp down on my tongue, she floats blissfully off to dream world.
Another Note: Let me know if I spelt something wrong or whatever. It would be helpful.
Caution: Contains lesbian themes. Then again... If you didn't figure that
out... I just told you?
My First Hermione/Ginny Fic.
For All You Dirty Minds Out There... They Aren't Doing Anything Sick.
Infatuation
Smooth skin passed under my fingertips and I was unable to suppress the smile that instantly fought to appear on my lips. Every time I touched her, a small noise was omitted. I assumed it was in pleasure because she still hadn't told me to stop... Surprisingly. My fingers "accidentally" brush those magical spots along her sides, just above her hips and I smile again as the muscles in her body tense. At the moment my fingers drift over the same spot, her muscles shudder, all the tension draining out once more as she grabs both of my hands.
"Trying to give me an orgasm?" It was a joke, I knew it, but the comment still made sparks of desire course along my body.
"You know it." My oh-so-witty reply. Another joke... Or so she seems to think, because she instantly lets go of my hands and places then under the pillow supporting her head once more. I continue my previous motions, rubbing my hands over the exposed skin of her lower back, stopping once I reach either the top of her pants or the bottom of her shirt. Yes. Shirt. Pants. She's not naked, despite my many wishes... And there have been a lot of them. Trust Me.
But God forbid she even removes her shirt around me. Since my 'dirty' little secret came out last year, I don't blame her. I'm still slightly peeved at Ron for telling the entire population of Hogwarts. It was just a tad bit embarrassing. What on Earth are you talking about, Ginny? You maybe be asking... Well, the truth is, the youngest of the Weasly family is bisexual. Fred and George said they knew all along... I'm not sure if it's true or if they're just trying to act smart. Either way, apparently they could "just tell". My mother took it better than I would have expected, as did my father. Both simply told me if I was happy, then so were they. I think Ron is the only one who changed upon hearing the news.
He's the only one who treated me differently. Even Hermione didn't react all too much, finding it perfectly logical seeing as how I've been brought up around so many males. But Ron... He flew off the handle... Especially when he started dating Hermione. I was accused of all sorts of things, mainly about having a secret crush on Hermione. He told me he felt like I was another guy and that he needed to compete with me for her. I laughed in his face and called him an idiot... So what if it was true... So what if I did have slightly more than friendly feelings for her... He didn't need to know that.
I figured, with time, I'd be able to make the stupid little obsession vanish. And then we started to become better friends... and those hopes vanished like they'd never even been there. If I hadn't been infatuated before I knew her... I was now. The eyes, the lips, the hair. Everything about her made me get that stupid happy tingly feeling all over. Damn her. I use to curse her name every time it entered my mind... No wonder my language is always so bad now a day.
They went out over the summer and everyday was just one of those days. You know... One of those days that makes you want to scream and cry and pull every single hair on your head out. I had the pleasure of sleeping in the same room as her at night, and the horror of watching them flirt all day long. I took to hanging out with Harry, my personal little savior. I'd gotten over my little crush on him ages ago... and I'm pretty sure that eased a lot of the tension. He was just happy to have someone who wasn't intimidated by the "Boy Who Lived". I was just happy to have someone to take my mind off of her. Which was interesting... because it never lasted more than a moment. Always my thoughts wandered back to her and as the summer wore on and they became closer... My life became a living hell. Harry understood something was wrong, but I don't think he ever knew what was wrong.
I started skipping meals, unable to watch them holding hands and whispering into each others ears. My weight, which wasn't much to begin with, dropped to the point my ribs were visible even when I didn't suck my stomach in. Stress is a great diet folks. I refused to go swimming after a while, fearing someone might notice my little "condition". Wrong or not, Harry stood by me and my decisions, even helped a few times when I was backed into a corner. When my excuse of "I don't feel well." didn't fly, he'd bail me out with talk of practice. I was going to be Keeper this year... seeing how Oliver had graduated the previous year.
My sleeping habits suffered as well and there'd often be nights I'd sit up on my window ledge, legs daggling over the side as I stared up at the stars, wishing on every single one that the summer would somehow move quicker. Not that it did. Something else happened though... I walked into my room, smiling for a reason I won't even bother to remember anymore, and there on my floor, were Ron and Hermione, both trying to swallow the others head.
I made no sound as I backed out of the room, slipped down the wall and cried. That's how Percy found me, curled up as tightly as I could manage, bawling my eyes out. He picked me up without a word and took me to his room. I was set on the neatly made bed and held for an hour straight. He never said a word and I couldn't bring myself to explain, but he knew and his words will forever ring inside the confines of my screwed up little mind "It sucks... Doesn't it?" I remember nodding against his chest, another miserable sob escaping my lips. By the time supper rolled around, he was still holding me. We both skipped dinner that night, content to wallow in self pity, happy that there was someone to share it with. I found out later my brother is gay... In love with, yep, the star Quidditch player... Oliver Wood.
One week before we left for Hogwarts, Ron broke her heart, and I hated him for it. I don't think he ever had a real reason for it. It was just like, boom, you're dumped. She cried. Not in front of anyone... but I know she cried. From then on, we became the best of friends. She tells me anything now... Almost.
I flip her onto her back in one deft movement, much to the surprise of her. She's now laying in my lap, her stomach exposed.
"What the..." She begins, and is instantly cut off by none other than me.
"Ah shut up. Looking for ticklish spots." Her eyes flash and for a moment, a think she'll pull away, but I'm proven wrong when she just shifts a bit to get comfortable and closes her eyes. Her skin is warm and smooth, like I figured it would be. She tenses again as my fingertips slide over a certain spot, so, being the very evil child I am, I do it again. The muscles beneath my fingers go into small spasms and Hermione smiles slightly.
"That feels so weird." I return the smile, even if she can't see it, and slowly explore the rest of her body. The slight little shivers that course through her body as I brush the skin just beneath her breasts doesn't go unnoticed, and yet again a surge of hope is shoved down my throat so suddenly I want to gag. Damn you Ginny... you and your false hopes and dreams.
"You okay?" I ask after a while, hoping she won't get annoyed. It's the 20th time I've asked her tonight. I really really do not want to make her uncomfortable. Guess I don't have to worry about that... Her rhythmic breathing and lack of a response are all the answer I need. She's asleep. With slow movements I slide out from under her and wrap my arms around her. She wakes up. Dun dun dun.
"Hmm...?" God damn she is cute. Her blinking brown eyes look at me, asking every question she's too lazy to voice at the moment.
"Go back to sleep, love." Apparently she didn't catch the last part, 'cause as I chomp down on my tongue, she floats blissfully off to dream world.
Another Note: Let me know if I spelt something wrong or whatever. It would be helpful.