(A/n: okay, well now. Its time to make it more interesting and put another
meaning to the word hollow, which will be more and more obvious as the
story progresses, I am guessing it will be about seven chapters. Maybe, do
NOT hold me to it. This chapter is shorter. I hope you like-y anyways.)
DISCLAMER: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or imaginary places. They are owned and created by J.K. Rowling, published by Scholastic Books Inc, Bloomsbury Books Inc, Raincoat Books Inc, Warner Brothers Inc, and others. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
WARNINGS: Self mutilation, Ginny with blue eyes.
Chapter 2
Ginny awoke early from the worst sleep of her life. She would be lying in bed and black out, then her vision would fade back in. She tossed and turned. She finally decided to get up after a few hours. It took her a few minutes to figure out who had the kung fu death grip in her arm. It was Hermione, cuddling her in her sleep.
'Old habits die hard, don't they baby?' she said to Hermione without speaking. A small smile spread across her lips while she was looking at the sleeping beauty next to her. Her mouth was puffy and pink, and it was slightly parted where her lips were supposed to meet. Her light dusting of freckles was quite attractive, unlike her own. She looked quite peaceful, sans her furrowed brow. It was always furrowed in thought, concern, or something of the sort. She already had worry marks between her eyebrows at the young age of seventeen.
She crawled over the sleeping Hermione attempting not to disturb her. Ginny paced around her room for a while, avoiding as many creaky boards as possible. She was contemplating taking a shower to get the blood off. No, not this morning. She turned away from Hermione's sleeping form and faced her mirror that was next to her dresser. She slowly took her clothes off piece by piece. When she was finally nude she grabbed a pair of knickers from the top drawer and put them on, as well as a bra. She then peeled off the bath tissue that was sticking to her abdomen. She cringed as she felt it pull away from the wounds.
She walked over to the waste basket and threw it away. She then realized something was wrong. The air felt thick. She glanced where she expected to see a sleeping Hermione, only to find her awake. There were tears in her eyes. She stood up and walked over to Ginny. Ginny tried not to cry, but her eyes disobeyed and a few tears fell.
"Good gods Ginny. What have you done to yourself?" She asked very concernedly, brow furrowed, of course.
The red head didn't say a word. Silent tears fell from her eyes. 'She wasn't supposed to see me this way.'
Hermione's hands grazed over the scars on the younger girl's arms and her stomach. Then the met the wounds, which were red around them. "We need to clean you up."
"Don't." Ginny bit her lip. "Please."
"Can we talk then? Please. I want to know why." Hermione's tears finally came one at a time, falling to the floor.
Ginny, still in her knickers went and sat on the bed, with her back against the wall.
Hermione took a spot next to her and held her hand. She examined the scars on the wrist that was attached the hand to the arm.
"Never would have guessed, huh?" Ginny said sarcastically.
"No, I never would have thought. Oh honey." She squeezed the younger girl's hand tightly. She searched desperately to catch a glimpse of sapphire eyes, but failed.
"I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I just get so upset at night, because I know I'm alone, and I can't do anything about it." She put her head down and mumbled under her breath, "Sometimes it feels like it will always be that way."
"But Ginny, I'm here now," Hermione attempted to reassure her young friend.
The auburn haired witch scoffed and her eyes gathered tears within them. She shook her head and crawled off the bed. "I know you are trying, but you aren't helping." She pulled on the pants from yesterday, Charlie's, with the hole in the knee, "What were you watching me for anyways?" and her mother's cousin's old black tee shirt. "I'm going to go for a walk. Talk to you later, 'Mione." With that she stormed out of the room, leaving a very confused witch behind her.
Hermione got dressed as well. She decided to be clad in tight blue jeans and a small green sweater. She went into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then she descended the stairs to the kitchen, where Harry was busy at the stove and Mrs. Weasley was next to him, teaching him how to cook the pancakes properly.
"Now Harry, you will find that women love a man that can cook -- flip it now! Quick, before it gets over done!"
Hermione tapped Harry, who automatically said; "She's outside."
"Thanks." She pushed open the door and stepped out into the morning sun. The ground was still wet from the rain the day before. Drops of water dampened her bare feet as she walked through the grass. She walked until she reached the top of the hill in the back yard. She spotted Ginny at the bottom of the hollow. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed. She slowly walked down to the younger girl and sat down.
Ginny opened her eyes. She studied Hermione's worried face for a moment. "What do you want?"
There was a long silence before Hermione spoke. Then every things just sort of came out. "I don't know what I want, and I'm sorry it drove you to this," she lifted Ginny's arm and brushed her fingers over the scars.
Ginny tugged her arm away "Don't flatter yourself," she sat up and stared with hard grey-blue eyes. Grey, because she was upset.
Hermione got angry as well, "Damn it Ginny. I am only trying to apologize. You don't always need to be such a prat! I know I hurt you, but you don't have to keep being so damn hostile."
Ginny stood up, "I think I have every right to be hostile! You left me for my brother."
"Please sit down. Stop yelling. This isn't the way I wanted this to happen," the brunette said in a quieter tone. She took the red head's hand and tugged it, motioning her to join her on the grass.
Ginny sat, facing Hermione, but did not speak.
"You're right. I did leave you, but when I saw you yesterday I realized I had made a mistake. Bloody hell Ginny, I still can't look at you in the eyes--," she gazed into they sea of blue-grey anyhow and sniffled, "- -I can't look you in the eyes without wanting to cry." A single tear fell down her cheek.
"Gods," Ginny scooped Hermione into a warm, tight embrace.
"I messed up," she sobbed. "I miss you Ginny. Falling asleep with you, last night, was probably the best feeling I've had in a long time."
Ginny held the older girl until the tears subsided. Then they headed inside.
Breakfast was good. There were few burned pancakes. Overall, Harry did a lovely job. The day passed slowly. Hermione read and Ginny and Harry played cribbage.
Ginny had her eyes narrowed as she counted her cards, "Fifteen-two, fifteen-four, fifteen-six, fifteen-eight, six for a double run, and two for the pair. So that's," she pauses to add up the numbers, "sixteen."
"Try again," Harry said
She looked at her cards. Ten, Jack, Queen, Five, and a Queen flipped.
"You forgot a point for knobs. See your jack is a diamond, and the queen that's flipped on top of the pile is a diamond. So, you have seventeen in total."
"I think I get this game." She grinned, "Ha that extra point just made me win." Then she put her peg into the last hole.
Hermione was watching the game as it ended. She hadn't really been reading. She looked at the happy look on Ginny's face.
Hermione was seeing Ron, and where Ron made her happy she still wasn't content. Ginny made her content. Hermione just couldn't see herself doing anything beyond talking and arguing with him, but with Ginny she always thought something could happen and it wouldn't be awkward. When Ron touched her she almost wanted to laugh out loud, because it was Ron.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs.
Ginny took a deep breath, "Yeah Mum!?"
Before Mrs. Weasley could answer there was a loud crack, shortly followed by another. Fred and George had apperated into Ginny's room. The three sitting on the bed jumped. The cards spilled onto the floor, and Hermione dropped her book. A magazine, Ginny's magazine, in fact, fell out of the book as it landed on the bed. Hermione hurried to pick it up so no one would notice.
"Hello there!" George said, pulling his sister off of the bed into a bear hug. He then passed her to Fred, who hugged her just as enthusiastically.
"Nice magazine," Fred said, grabbing it from the brunette. "Ooh, well Fleur is looking mighty fine these days. I wonder if Bill is still sore about her leaving him for another model. And, when I say model, I don't mean a male model," he waggled his eyebrows at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. Ginny blushed. Hermione scowled.
"Well kids," George started, "we come bearing gifts!"
"Anyone for some Honeydukes candy?" Fred asked, holding out a large paper bag, full of sugary confections.
No matter how old they got, they still smiled like children at the thought of candy.
"Oh, one more thing kids," he reached into his inside coat pocket, "this." He held out a bottle of Red Current Rum and a bottle of Firewhisky. "Use sparingly, and, whatever you do, don't tell mum. Agreed?" The three underage wizards nodded.
The twins were to stay for the day. They had a lunch of ham sandwiches and lemonade. After the meal they headed outdoors, where they played some two-on-two Quiddich. Hermione watched from the grass, because she never really cared for the sport. By the time the game was over, Harry caught the snitch, it was time for dinner. Mrs. Weasley always made a wonderful meal. There were potatoes, carrots, green beans, and chicken, lots and lots of chicken. For dessert there was strawberry shortcake. Everyone was happy and full when the twins disapperated back to their home above their joke shop.
Evening crept upon the Burrow. Harry lay on Ginny's bed watching the two girls interact. They were sitting on the floor, passing the rum back and forth. They smiled happily at one anther. There was a friendly pat, or touch here and there. He laughed as they winced when the bitter, burning sensation hit their tongue and throat.
"Wha in tha bloody hell is so funny?" Ginny asked, slurring her words a bit.
"Nothing Gin, just pass that this way," he said as he grabbed the bottle out of the auburn haired girl's hand. He examined the bottle. It was less than a third gone. "Okay girls, here is the deal; we need to make this last three more weeks, so no more tonight." He smiled, "No more after I've gotten piss drunk." He took a long swig.
Hermione brushed a stray hair out of Ginny's eyes. "You look pretty."
"Thank you," she went crimson.
'Lesbians,' Harry thought, 'I'll never understand.' He never really thought of women as very attractive. The curves are nice, but there is something about strong, square shoulders, a defined jaw line, and a nice set of abs. Like Draco's. He smiled. Draco. He had soft blonde hair and hard, silver eyes. The girls were the only ones who knew about his little secret.
A burst of laughter shook him from his thoughts.
"What?" he asked.
"What were you thinking about, Harry? Or should I say whom?" Hermione chuckled.
"What are you talking -- oh," Harry blushed, and covered his erection.
"He was thinking about Draco," Ginny informed the brunette.
Hermione laughed, "So wait, wait, you, want Draco?"
His eyes narrowed. "What's so funny about that?"
"You like femme-boys!" She teased.
"And you like Ginny, but no one is poking fun at you about that," there was spite in his tone, "Oops, I meant to say Ron."
"So?" she inquired, slightly angered. "Maybe Ginny is the most beautiful creature to walk this earth, and maybe I do like her."
Ginny blushed, --"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I'm out of line. Maybe I need to lay off the liquor and sleep." He stood up and walked to the door, "Night."
The girls sat quietly for a moment. Ginny was itching to finish the question.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, even with the scars?"
"Look Ginny," Hermione started, "I'm drunk, and I don't want to do anything to cross the line, but um--" She stood up and sat in the younger girl's lap. She perched there for a moment and finally, slowly, leaned in for a kiss. She pulled back as if she'd been burnt.
"What is it?"
"Yes, you are beautiful, even with the scars." She smiled, but suddenly got serious. "Look Gin, we can't make a habit of that. You know, kissing."
"I know," she said, almost solemnly.
That night they fell asleep in each other's arms. Ginny didn't bother to get up that night.
(A/n: GAY!Harry, I loooove him. Otherwise I feel this chapter is what I like to call "Eh" or "Feh" or "Meh," which all mean... it could be better. I hope you all liked it though.)
DISCLAMER: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or imaginary places. They are owned and created by J.K. Rowling, published by Scholastic Books Inc, Bloomsbury Books Inc, Raincoat Books Inc, Warner Brothers Inc, and others. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
WARNINGS: Self mutilation, Ginny with blue eyes.
Chapter 2
Ginny awoke early from the worst sleep of her life. She would be lying in bed and black out, then her vision would fade back in. She tossed and turned. She finally decided to get up after a few hours. It took her a few minutes to figure out who had the kung fu death grip in her arm. It was Hermione, cuddling her in her sleep.
'Old habits die hard, don't they baby?' she said to Hermione without speaking. A small smile spread across her lips while she was looking at the sleeping beauty next to her. Her mouth was puffy and pink, and it was slightly parted where her lips were supposed to meet. Her light dusting of freckles was quite attractive, unlike her own. She looked quite peaceful, sans her furrowed brow. It was always furrowed in thought, concern, or something of the sort. She already had worry marks between her eyebrows at the young age of seventeen.
She crawled over the sleeping Hermione attempting not to disturb her. Ginny paced around her room for a while, avoiding as many creaky boards as possible. She was contemplating taking a shower to get the blood off. No, not this morning. She turned away from Hermione's sleeping form and faced her mirror that was next to her dresser. She slowly took her clothes off piece by piece. When she was finally nude she grabbed a pair of knickers from the top drawer and put them on, as well as a bra. She then peeled off the bath tissue that was sticking to her abdomen. She cringed as she felt it pull away from the wounds.
She walked over to the waste basket and threw it away. She then realized something was wrong. The air felt thick. She glanced where she expected to see a sleeping Hermione, only to find her awake. There were tears in her eyes. She stood up and walked over to Ginny. Ginny tried not to cry, but her eyes disobeyed and a few tears fell.
"Good gods Ginny. What have you done to yourself?" She asked very concernedly, brow furrowed, of course.
The red head didn't say a word. Silent tears fell from her eyes. 'She wasn't supposed to see me this way.'
Hermione's hands grazed over the scars on the younger girl's arms and her stomach. Then the met the wounds, which were red around them. "We need to clean you up."
"Don't." Ginny bit her lip. "Please."
"Can we talk then? Please. I want to know why." Hermione's tears finally came one at a time, falling to the floor.
Ginny, still in her knickers went and sat on the bed, with her back against the wall.
Hermione took a spot next to her and held her hand. She examined the scars on the wrist that was attached the hand to the arm.
"Never would have guessed, huh?" Ginny said sarcastically.
"No, I never would have thought. Oh honey." She squeezed the younger girl's hand tightly. She searched desperately to catch a glimpse of sapphire eyes, but failed.
"I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I just get so upset at night, because I know I'm alone, and I can't do anything about it." She put her head down and mumbled under her breath, "Sometimes it feels like it will always be that way."
"But Ginny, I'm here now," Hermione attempted to reassure her young friend.
The auburn haired witch scoffed and her eyes gathered tears within them. She shook her head and crawled off the bed. "I know you are trying, but you aren't helping." She pulled on the pants from yesterday, Charlie's, with the hole in the knee, "What were you watching me for anyways?" and her mother's cousin's old black tee shirt. "I'm going to go for a walk. Talk to you later, 'Mione." With that she stormed out of the room, leaving a very confused witch behind her.
Hermione got dressed as well. She decided to be clad in tight blue jeans and a small green sweater. She went into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then she descended the stairs to the kitchen, where Harry was busy at the stove and Mrs. Weasley was next to him, teaching him how to cook the pancakes properly.
"Now Harry, you will find that women love a man that can cook -- flip it now! Quick, before it gets over done!"
Hermione tapped Harry, who automatically said; "She's outside."
"Thanks." She pushed open the door and stepped out into the morning sun. The ground was still wet from the rain the day before. Drops of water dampened her bare feet as she walked through the grass. She walked until she reached the top of the hill in the back yard. She spotted Ginny at the bottom of the hollow. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed. She slowly walked down to the younger girl and sat down.
Ginny opened her eyes. She studied Hermione's worried face for a moment. "What do you want?"
There was a long silence before Hermione spoke. Then every things just sort of came out. "I don't know what I want, and I'm sorry it drove you to this," she lifted Ginny's arm and brushed her fingers over the scars.
Ginny tugged her arm away "Don't flatter yourself," she sat up and stared with hard grey-blue eyes. Grey, because she was upset.
Hermione got angry as well, "Damn it Ginny. I am only trying to apologize. You don't always need to be such a prat! I know I hurt you, but you don't have to keep being so damn hostile."
Ginny stood up, "I think I have every right to be hostile! You left me for my brother."
"Please sit down. Stop yelling. This isn't the way I wanted this to happen," the brunette said in a quieter tone. She took the red head's hand and tugged it, motioning her to join her on the grass.
Ginny sat, facing Hermione, but did not speak.
"You're right. I did leave you, but when I saw you yesterday I realized I had made a mistake. Bloody hell Ginny, I still can't look at you in the eyes--," she gazed into they sea of blue-grey anyhow and sniffled, "- -I can't look you in the eyes without wanting to cry." A single tear fell down her cheek.
"Gods," Ginny scooped Hermione into a warm, tight embrace.
"I messed up," she sobbed. "I miss you Ginny. Falling asleep with you, last night, was probably the best feeling I've had in a long time."
Ginny held the older girl until the tears subsided. Then they headed inside.
Breakfast was good. There were few burned pancakes. Overall, Harry did a lovely job. The day passed slowly. Hermione read and Ginny and Harry played cribbage.
Ginny had her eyes narrowed as she counted her cards, "Fifteen-two, fifteen-four, fifteen-six, fifteen-eight, six for a double run, and two for the pair. So that's," she pauses to add up the numbers, "sixteen."
"Try again," Harry said
She looked at her cards. Ten, Jack, Queen, Five, and a Queen flipped.
"You forgot a point for knobs. See your jack is a diamond, and the queen that's flipped on top of the pile is a diamond. So, you have seventeen in total."
"I think I get this game." She grinned, "Ha that extra point just made me win." Then she put her peg into the last hole.
Hermione was watching the game as it ended. She hadn't really been reading. She looked at the happy look on Ginny's face.
Hermione was seeing Ron, and where Ron made her happy she still wasn't content. Ginny made her content. Hermione just couldn't see herself doing anything beyond talking and arguing with him, but with Ginny she always thought something could happen and it wouldn't be awkward. When Ron touched her she almost wanted to laugh out loud, because it was Ron.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs.
Ginny took a deep breath, "Yeah Mum!?"
Before Mrs. Weasley could answer there was a loud crack, shortly followed by another. Fred and George had apperated into Ginny's room. The three sitting on the bed jumped. The cards spilled onto the floor, and Hermione dropped her book. A magazine, Ginny's magazine, in fact, fell out of the book as it landed on the bed. Hermione hurried to pick it up so no one would notice.
"Hello there!" George said, pulling his sister off of the bed into a bear hug. He then passed her to Fred, who hugged her just as enthusiastically.
"Nice magazine," Fred said, grabbing it from the brunette. "Ooh, well Fleur is looking mighty fine these days. I wonder if Bill is still sore about her leaving him for another model. And, when I say model, I don't mean a male model," he waggled his eyebrows at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. Ginny blushed. Hermione scowled.
"Well kids," George started, "we come bearing gifts!"
"Anyone for some Honeydukes candy?" Fred asked, holding out a large paper bag, full of sugary confections.
No matter how old they got, they still smiled like children at the thought of candy.
"Oh, one more thing kids," he reached into his inside coat pocket, "this." He held out a bottle of Red Current Rum and a bottle of Firewhisky. "Use sparingly, and, whatever you do, don't tell mum. Agreed?" The three underage wizards nodded.
The twins were to stay for the day. They had a lunch of ham sandwiches and lemonade. After the meal they headed outdoors, where they played some two-on-two Quiddich. Hermione watched from the grass, because she never really cared for the sport. By the time the game was over, Harry caught the snitch, it was time for dinner. Mrs. Weasley always made a wonderful meal. There were potatoes, carrots, green beans, and chicken, lots and lots of chicken. For dessert there was strawberry shortcake. Everyone was happy and full when the twins disapperated back to their home above their joke shop.
Evening crept upon the Burrow. Harry lay on Ginny's bed watching the two girls interact. They were sitting on the floor, passing the rum back and forth. They smiled happily at one anther. There was a friendly pat, or touch here and there. He laughed as they winced when the bitter, burning sensation hit their tongue and throat.
"Wha in tha bloody hell is so funny?" Ginny asked, slurring her words a bit.
"Nothing Gin, just pass that this way," he said as he grabbed the bottle out of the auburn haired girl's hand. He examined the bottle. It was less than a third gone. "Okay girls, here is the deal; we need to make this last three more weeks, so no more tonight." He smiled, "No more after I've gotten piss drunk." He took a long swig.
Hermione brushed a stray hair out of Ginny's eyes. "You look pretty."
"Thank you," she went crimson.
'Lesbians,' Harry thought, 'I'll never understand.' He never really thought of women as very attractive. The curves are nice, but there is something about strong, square shoulders, a defined jaw line, and a nice set of abs. Like Draco's. He smiled. Draco. He had soft blonde hair and hard, silver eyes. The girls were the only ones who knew about his little secret.
A burst of laughter shook him from his thoughts.
"What?" he asked.
"What were you thinking about, Harry? Or should I say whom?" Hermione chuckled.
"What are you talking -- oh," Harry blushed, and covered his erection.
"He was thinking about Draco," Ginny informed the brunette.
Hermione laughed, "So wait, wait, you, want Draco?"
His eyes narrowed. "What's so funny about that?"
"You like femme-boys!" She teased.
"And you like Ginny, but no one is poking fun at you about that," there was spite in his tone, "Oops, I meant to say Ron."
"So?" she inquired, slightly angered. "Maybe Ginny is the most beautiful creature to walk this earth, and maybe I do like her."
Ginny blushed, --"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I'm out of line. Maybe I need to lay off the liquor and sleep." He stood up and walked to the door, "Night."
The girls sat quietly for a moment. Ginny was itching to finish the question.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, even with the scars?"
"Look Ginny," Hermione started, "I'm drunk, and I don't want to do anything to cross the line, but um--" She stood up and sat in the younger girl's lap. She perched there for a moment and finally, slowly, leaned in for a kiss. She pulled back as if she'd been burnt.
"What is it?"
"Yes, you are beautiful, even with the scars." She smiled, but suddenly got serious. "Look Gin, we can't make a habit of that. You know, kissing."
"I know," she said, almost solemnly.
That night they fell asleep in each other's arms. Ginny didn't bother to get up that night.
(A/n: GAY!Harry, I loooove him. Otherwise I feel this chapter is what I like to call "Eh" or "Feh" or "Meh," which all mean... it could be better. I hope you all liked it though.)