(A/n: welcome home Ron.)

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WARNINGS: Self mutilation, Ginny with blue eyes, and finally some femme action.

Chapter Four

They stripped each other slowly, savoring the flesh as it was exposed. Hermione's creamy skin shined in the low light of the candles. Every one of her curves got attention. Ginny traced each curve with her finger tips, taking in everything. She was memorizing how it felt, mapping it out in her head. If the opportunity were to never present itself again, she would still know every inch of that body.

Ginny had pale skin. Her scars and cuts stood out. They twisted intersected up the underside part of her arms, all the way up. They littered her breasts, all the way down her ribs to her abdomen. Hermione kissed all she could find, up and down Ginny's broad, square build. Her fingers trailed and caressed the scars, like brail. She was reading Ginny like a book. She was reading every chapter of pain and anguish in her short lived life.

They kissed wildly. Limbs reaching and wrapping. Mouths moving quickly. Tongues darting. Their hands fevering with their actions.

They landed hard on Ginny's bed. Hermione straddled the younger girl and took in the aesthetics. "You're so beautiful," she said, gazing down.

"No. I'm--"

"Shh," she leaned down and kissed Ginny softly on the lips. Then she planted a trail kisses on the girls jaw line, to her ear, that she gently sucked. Then she licked down the girl's neck and lower, to her breast. She stopped with her mouth and stroked the scars with the pads of her fingers, as if rubbing them away in the most kindly fashion. Hermione replaced her fingers with her lips again.

Ginny squirmed beneath those lips, sighing quite audibly. She arched her body into the girl on top of her, feeling every inch of skin. It was soft, silky, and as inviting as she imagined. She buried her fingers into Hermione's thick hair, pulling her mouth closer.

They knew exactly how to bring one another to ecstasy.

Ginny was a now, now, now type of girl. Faster. Harder. Faster. Now, now, now. "Hermione," the girl pleaded, not sure what she even wanted. She just knew she wanted it then and there.

Hermione was different. She wanted it slow. She wanted to try and remember how it felt, knowing full well it would slip her mind once she reached her climax. She wanted to savor the feeling. Let it pool and bubble inside a little longer.

They curled together as they slept. Their bodies were mostly covered by the down blanket. Vital parts weren't exposed. They still had the lingering scent of sex about them. It was in their sweat and in their hair. It was a calming smell, like a good perfume, but not nearly as potent. Just as they were drifting off Ginny whispered, "I love you." There was a pause. Maybe Hermione had not heard her.

A moment or two later a soft voice rang out, "I love you too."

The next morning they woke up very content. They woke up to a warm body, dressed only in their skin. That moment was perfection at its finest... All was right with the world.

When they decided to exit their cocoon there was a large amount of modesty. Ginny turned over, so she couldn't see Hermione get out of bed and pick up her share of the clothe littered floor. Once she was dressed she left the room and headed across the hall to the bathroom. She brushed her hair, her teeth, and washed her face, while Ginny picked up her clothes and got dressed as well.

They kissed one last time before they headed down to breakfast. It was short and sweet, but it held so much meaning.

They padded down the stairs hand in hand. They were grinning all the way into the kitchen, where they saw the person they least expected sitting at the table. Ron. They immediately dropped each others hands. Ginny's stomach fell to the floor. He was back early.

He turned and his face lit up. "Hermione!" he almost yelled. He stood up and ran to her. She plastered a fake smile on her face and hugged him as he lifted her in his arms and spun once around. When he set her down her down he kissed her, right on the lips.

Ginny's blood boiled. Her face slowly slipped into a shade of red. Hermione was smiling and Ron was kissing her. 'She just let him kiss her,' she thought angrily. 'Was I just a fling? A toy? Didn't it mean anything to her? Didn't she say she loved me?'

Ron looked over to Ginny. "Well, aren't you happy to see me?" He gave a smile and held his arms out, ready to receive a welcome home hug from his little sister.

She put on a paste on smile too. "Of course I am. I was just giving you two a moment," the words rolled bitterly off her tongue. She walked over and gave him a stiff hug. Then he ruffled her hair a bit. 'I hate it when he does that.'

He had a big goofy grin on his face as he said, "Hey, you know, it's good to see you." He wasn't even looking at Ginny. He was looking at Hermione.

"Indeed," Ginny said quietly.

"Harry, old chap!" on bustled over to Harry, whom was helping Mrs. Weasley make the beans for Ron's favorite breakfast, beans and toast. He gave him a nice thump on the back and laughed.

"Ron, we've done our 'hellos' and 'how are yous'," Harry said, staring into the pot, "Let me finish this before you get all rowdy, okay?"

"Fine mate, sorry about that," he said, backing away. "Merlin, you all are in some off moods."

Ginny looked at Hermione with sad grey eyes. The she made her way towards the stairs, "I think I'm going to go for a shower before breakfast." She looked back once to the woman who she thought really loved her, and finished climbing the flight.

"Whatsa matter with her?" Ron asked Hermione.

Harry looked back at her with knowing eyes.

Hermione looked at her so-called dearest, "I haven't a clue, love."

Ginny made a detour to her bedroom. She opened her side table drawer and grabbed her razor blade. She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She took off the clothes she so carefully picked out that morning. She planned to look a little more chipper, since she was. She unbuttoned the long-sleeved striped blue and white top and shrugged it off her shoulders. Then she unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. Then she unbuttoned an un-ripped pair of Charlie's pants. Finally, she pulled off her panties.

'This can't be happening to me," she thought. 'This can't be real. Hermione wouldn't do this to me."

She took the blade and slid it down her arm. Again and again. She watched the skin divide with a red liquid seeping from the incisions. She then did the same to her other arm. She watched the blood escape from the parted skin.

She realized she wasn't dreaming. Hermione was downstairs with Ron, and Ginny was awake and alive, much to her disappointment.

She turned on the water and turned the knobs in order to get the right temperature for her to shower. She was about to step in when she heard someone knock on the door.

"I'm about to hop in the shower, who is it?" She called.

"It's Hermione."

Ginny's eyes narrowed and blood dripped on the floor as she clenched her fists, "I don't want to speak with you. Besides, I'm naked."

"I don't care, Gin. We need to talk, now." Hermione's voice was stern and unwavering.

"Fine," she looked at the floor and swore silently at the red droplets, "How about when I get out of the shower?"

"I expect to see you in our room in five."

Ginny heard Hermione's footsteps pad across the hall. She climbed into the shower and watched the red dilute and disappear in the water at her feet. She washed quickly, the soap stinging her fresh wounds. Then she scrubbed her hair until it was clean and turned the water off. She dressed her arms with bath tissue and then she dressed herself in her earlier discarded clothing.

"It's about bloody time," Hermione exclaimed when Ginny entered their bedroom.

"What do you want, 'Mione?" Ginny said in an angry tone.

"You," she took a few paces toward the red head and kissed her.

Ginny pushed the older girl away, "What the hell, you just kissed my brother, and now you're kissing me?"

"I don't want to be with him, I want to be with you. I'm in love with you not him," Hermione was being slightly hysterical now. "You have to know that Gin, you must. I wouldn't have slept with you if I wasn't in love with you."

"Then what are you doing? Huh? You're down there pretending to be something you're not. If you love me, then love me fully, not behind a closed door. Love me without pretending you love him." With that the girl worked her way through the house and outside to the hollow. She sat looking up at the clouds until she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Harry.

"You didn't stay for breakfast. Everyone is concerned," he stood for a moment then sat. He looked the girl over, "You got burned didn't you?"

She looked at him, in those emerald eyes and said, "Fuck you Harry." Her eyes were narrowed, and her jaw set.

He was quickly offended, "Look, don't you dare get mad at me. I told her to do what she thought was right. I assumed she'd dump him first."

"Is that where she got the guts to jump me?" Ginny asked in surprise.

Also surprised, "She jumped you?"

"Yeah," she grinned, but it quickly faded.

"She didn't dump him first. I thought she had more brains than to complicate things more than they already would be."

Ginny shrugged. The pair sat, gazing at the clouds.

"Oh my gosh, Hermione, It was amazing. You know you and I should go and take a trip down to Egypt some time. Ever since Fleur left Bill he's been lonely. I'm sure you and I can get our own hotel room," Ron smirked at his idea. "Just you, me, and a bed."

"You're a pig Ron," Hermione pushed him and stood up. "You think I'm just going to hop into bed and shag you, because I haven't seen you for two and a half months. Well screw you." She stormed out of the room.

"No Hermione! Wait," Ron then sighed. "Shit."

Hermione stomped across the lawn to the hollow.

"Would you look at that," Harry said as she plopped down next to him. "Looks like we all had the same idea."

Hermione began to sob. "I can't do it. I can't break it off. I can't. I'm so sorry."

Harry leaned over and whispered to Ginny, "You know, crying girls really aren't my thing. I can't properly console her, would you mind?"

"Naw, go hang out with Ron, kay? I've got her."

Harry left and Ginny scooted towards Hermione and wrapped her arms around the older girl.

As Harry strode across the yard he saw Ron looking for something that he obviously couldn't find.

"Hey mate, have you seen Hermione?" Ron said, scratching his head, messing up his red mop even further.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't go and try and console he just yet. What did you say to her?" He closed the distance between them and walked next to the confused boy.

"We were sitting and I was suggesting that we go to Egypt and get a nice hotel and such and she goes off on how I want to get into her knickers," he spat out, sounding exasperated.

"I could see where it would be implied," Harry said thoughtfully.

Ron stood for a moment, "Ginny has been being weird too. Why are the girls being so batty lately?" He looked at the dark haired boy, knowingly.

Harry felt it was time to drop a bomb, "Go ask them yourself. They're over there, sitting in the hollow."

(A/n: ohhh... DRAMA!)