What am I thinking? She's like a sister to me. I could never...that's just ridiculous. It's not like she would anyway. Those looks though and I could have sworn that was her foot under the dinner table. No, we're friends that's all. Friends play Footsie and give each other back rubs and seductive looks across the room. They play spin the bottle and give friendly kisses with their tongue...oh goodness. What if she does like me? What would Ron think? He would kill me...or kill her. It must be a misunderstanding. It just has to be.
Turning a corner mindlessly I happen to crash into someone. My luck it's none other than Ginny with her big innocent eyes staring back at me with a devilish smile playing upon her succulent lips. She had to interrupt my inner battle of conscience with her ravenous beauty and well not grace...she did crash into me. Then out of nowhere she winked at me! What the hell is that suppose to mean? Who invented the wink anyway...wait I know this...dammit I can't even think now.
Before she can scurry away to go plan her next move or whatever I grabbed her arm dragging her upstairs into her bedroom. She laughed as I closed the door and just elevated my frustration. I didn't like being in the dark with this second guessing every little thing. I like answers concrete proof and I would get it no matter what. Yet, before I could question her and get all the answers I had been longing for she surprised me again.
Her lips met mine instantly as she lunged against me like an animal. I slammed into the wall with a strength I had no idea she possessed. It had hurt a bit too but I wasn't going to ruin the moment. She pressed her body to mine and deepened the kiss sending shivers passion through me. This was a my first real kiss and it was with a girl...one of my best friends sisters. Pushing away my thoughts I wrapped around her my hands entwined in her red curls.
A knock came to the door separating us instantly as she jumped back. Her mother opened the door smiling warmly at us no idea what had just occurred but moments earlier.
"Dinners ready girls. Hermione I hope you like my special meatloaf it's a popular wizardry recipe"
She hurried back downstairs leaving me with loads of guilt. She had let me stay at her house, dine with her family, and I repaid her by making out with her daughter. Ginny seemed to sense my feelings and put her arm around my shoulder kissing my cheek. I cared for her so much and I do finally realize that. What is really so wrong with a person loving another? Gender shouldn't matter with matters of the heart. Yet, in modern times it didn't matter what world you lived in homosexuality was viewed as wrong. Will Ginny and I have to keep our passion a secret forever?