When She Said No
A/N: Woo… A ficlet thingy. Not much of an author note right now… Ginny's POV
Rating: R
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Word Count: 588 words
You crept into her dormitory, trying not to wake the others in fear of being caught sneaking into Hermione's bed in the dead of night. You crept quickly yet quietly. When you go there you opened the door and stepped in. The pitch blackness of the room didn't stop you finding her bed. You knew very well where it was.
"Hermione," you whispered. You heard the sheets move in the direction of her bed. She pulled the curtains apart to let you in, before shutting them, and leaving a little gap to see if anyone followed you.
"Glad you came," she whispered back.
"I always do." You whispered in her ear, tickling the skin there.
Your fingers worked on undoing the buttons of her pyjamas. You weren't surprised to see she wasn't wearing anything underneath. You knew she never did when she arranged to meet up with you.
Your tongue swirled over her nipple and she half-moaned. You moved to the other one and bit down, causing her to whimper. You planted a trail of kisses down her chest and stomach.
You began to remove her pants and underwear. She looked down and watched as you did as you always do.
"Ginny. No." she started, and you froze. "Don't."
You were motionless. She said 'no'. You always went down on her; she never went down on you. It was just the way it was, it always was. You thought it was because it would make the relationship more real. More of a relationship.
Did she want you to stop coming here altogether? To stop this relationship? These encounters? Stop everything? You couldn't move. Did she say it was over? You looked shattered. She could see it. You looked on the verge of tears but you didn't want her to see it so you looked away. Embarrassed. To cry would mean you cared about this relationship and what happened in it. You and she promised not to do that. You knew you couldn't fall in love with her; but went and did it anyway. Now she wants you to stop, and you're heartbroken. Yet you can't even show it.
She knows what you're thinking. She knows you think she's ending it. So, she sits up, pushes you back onto the bed, much to your surprise, and she kisses you. She's never down that before. She broke away slowly.
"Let me taste you," she whispered.
"Hermione. You said you didn't want to."
"Didn't mean I don't need to," she spoke slowly. "For you."
Next thing you knew, she's between your legs and kissing your inner thigh. You can't believe this. She moves closer and licks your wet folds. You moan loudly, but she doesn't move to stop you. To silence you. Her tongue finds your clit, her fingers moving in and out of you slowly, before your world crashes down and you shudder violently, and all that is left is you and her. In sheets damp with sweat. She moves up next to you.
"I know I said I didn't want to do that, but that was before I fell in love with you." You wanted to shout. But you remembered where you were, and what time it was. Shouting would have to wait.
"I'm in love with you too," you replied, smiling.
You hope it'll never be over. That life would just freeze now with you in her arms. In her bed between damp sheets. With Pavarti and Lavender watching from Pavarti's bed, through the gap in the curtains.
End A/N: I was bored, and it's the holidays. Mmm… TV. This is the 1st official day of holiday and I'm so bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. That and my friends are being really weird. At least I have fics to read and write, and songs/poems to pen… so it's okay.