Just A Game- Chapter Seven

An Array of Sensations

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Warning: Femmslash. Slash. Mild violence.

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On with what ya'll have been waiting for…

(Ginny's POV)

"What do you mean its not Neville?" The brunette questions and I just stand here, frozen. Trying to get a word out but not being able to. "Ginny? Are you okay? What are you doing Luna?"

"That's not Neville! Will you shut up and-"

I move. Pointing my wand at my worst nightmare. My greatest dream. He flies back hitting the wall with a thump. "Just run! The both of you! Go find help!"

"But what if-" Hermione, always with her 'what ifs'.

"Go now! I'll hold him off." I don't have to tell Luna again, she's off before I can say Merlin's beard. But Hermione…

'Why cant she just go?'

I watch the man struggle to his feet. Laughing. "Hold me off, 'ey? Would you really hurt your dear bumbling fool? Not like Longbottom's safe as is."

"Shut up." I say. More like seethe.

"Wow. A mouth you have Virginia. When did you get so… ferocious?"

I throw the same spell at him. Sending more force this time. It misses and he laughs. I don't take my eyes off him. He's not going to escape. I'll kill him. "I'll kill you."

"Oh, do try love." Damn it. Why does he keep laughing? I'm serious. I will murder his sorry arse.

My wand is at his throat in a matter of seconds. "Don't call me that you-"

"Ginny. Stop." Hermione says grabbing hold of my arm. "Think about what you're doing."

"Yes, love. Think of poor Neville."

The brunette turns to the grinning man, "Will you just shut up!"

A demand. Not a question. I like that. Realizing what road my thoughts are going down I shake her arm off. "I am thinking Hermione. I'm thinking I'm not gonna let him get away."

"Ginny, please." She pleads.

I will not succumb. I will not succumb. I will not…

"Ouch…" And now I'm on my arse. Looking up at him.

His grin fades, leaving a truly immense frown. "This will not do Virginia. Of all the unworthy inhabitants of this school… You're confused. That's it. You just need a little help, love. Don't worry, Uncle Tom will help you."

I glare. Trying to burn holes into him with my eyes. I hate him. I want him dead. But why did my stomach skitter at his statement. "What are you talking about you crazy fuck!"

"That… wasn't… very… nice!" He huffs lifting a hand up.

All I see is a blur of a fast coming hand. I shut my eyes in automatic reaction. When the pain doesn't come I reopen them. Brown. All I see is brown. Not angered but warm and worried.

"Are you okay Ginny?" A hand helping my up. Breaking my gaze away from the warmth.

(Harry's POV)

"Harry Potter." Neville. No not Neville. Voldemort. But not Voldemort. Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle.

I can barely believe it. But there he is. Hurting yet another one of my friends. I hiss in response. "Riddle."

"In the flesh." He smirks at his muse.

I keep my wand pointed levelly at him. I can't really hurt him. But I can't let him go either. And I have no idea how to get him to leave Neville's body. All I have at hand are empty threats. There's no way I'd to anything awful to Neville without trying to save him and Tom Riddle knows that.

"Why cant you just stay dead."

He smirks at me. Smirks. "We all have our own little secrets. Don't we Harry."

'What is that supposed to mean!'

I mutter a spell and before I can blink he's tied up against the wall. "After I'm through with you, Riddle. I assure you, you will not be coming back. As Voldemort or anyone else."

"Ooo… touchy, touchy. Well, Harry. It seems as though I should get going now. I'll be sure we meet again."

'What?'

Neville's body begins to twitch slightly. Then he begins to shake a bit violently. And he stops with a lengthy scream. Before I know what's happening I feel this burning pain run through me. I mean, actually run through me. I felt it before. The time I defeated Voldemort when he was living off of Quirrel. And bloody hell does it burn.

I slump to the floor. No. I do not faint. No. I don't pass out either. I just feel a bit weak.

"Harry! Harry, are you all right?"

"Fine. I'm fine. I think we need to get Neville to the infirmary."

(Hermione's POV)

"Go Harry. I'll be fine." I say to the raven-haired man. Ushering him off with a wave of my hand.

He shifts Neville from Luna's shoulder to his own and looks unsurely at me. "You'll be okay?"

"Yes."

He nods and turns away. Luna follows suit, whispering words of comfort to Neville. Ginny moves also. Trying to go unseen. Though, she's heading in the complete opposite direction of the trio.

'Now or never…' "Ginny. Wait."

The red head stops but doesn't turn to face me. "For what?"

"We really need to talk."

"Well, talk." She retorts. I guess I deserved that.

Timidly, I take a step closer to the red head. "Privately."

Her back goes rigid. As she exhales a shuddered breath her body shakes ever so slightly. She turns slowly, looks me straight in the eyes and nods. The blue eyed girl walks over to the fat lady's still open painting, I think the fat lady left right when Ginny started yelling, or maybe she's a hiding coward.

Ginny's eyes never leave mine. She gestures for me to go in first. "After you."

I lead the way back up to my dorm, trying not to look at the mussed up sheets of my bed when I walk in. Ginny follows, though she doesn't blush at the sight like I am. The red head stares at me, obviously waiting for me to speak. But I'm lost in a mass of sharp azure eyes. Eyes that seem to look into my core.

"You wont tell anyone will you?" That's not exactly what wanted to say. I just blurted it out. And now the red head looks a bit hurt. Just for the briefest moment. And then the hurt is gone and her face is blank. Emotionless.

"Won't tell anyone what? That your shagging Fleur or that Voldemort raped you?" I wince at her bitter tone.

"…I don't know." And I don't. Really, I don't. But I need to know. I wish I knew.

She frowns. Her blues eyes flaring a bit. I swear I can almost see the fire. "You don't know? I don't believe it. You don't know? You have to know Hermione. I'm pretty sure there's at least one subconscious reason behind what your saying!"

All the tension's building up and I'm yelling right back at her. "About Fleur! About Voldemort! About what happened less than an hour ago! Everything!"

I finish. Panting lightly. I feel like I can't breath. Like there's this damned knot in my chest building all the way up to my throat, leaving my mouth suffocated and dry. Making my eyes sting and my breathing jagged. Causing this moisture to travel slowly down my cheeks.

"Hermione…" I see the red head shuffle through my blurry eyes, "I'm sorry."

I quickly wipe my tears away with my sleeve. Why the hell am I crying? I shouldn't be. This isn't the time to cry. I just need to sit. Just need to think about this. My body moves mechanically. Once seated on the edge of my bed I wrap my arms around myself. I feel so empty. So unsure. The tears won't stop.

I completely forget Ginny's in the room until she's holding me. Comforting me. Things are so complicated. So messed up. This affair with Fleur. Tom Riddle back for revenge and on the loose. And especially with Ginny. Everything seems so confusing with her.

…Ginny

What is this feeling?

What are these feelings?

All so different and so complicated. Continuously switching from one sensation to another. From unnerving annoyance and utter dislike. To calming exuberance and giggling fits. Unwanted warming comfort. To complete and utter raw desire.

Like now.

The tears have stopped and I'm kissing her. Softly. Gently. Caringly. I'm kissing her and it feels good. And she's kissing me back. Just warm lips against mine.

Author's Note:

:Yawns:

I know I should make it longer but I simply do not have time and I'm soooo tired. Me very sleepy. Hehe. I'm glad I actually wrote up another chapter though. And I don't think it's as short as the last one.

Well, there ya have it. Hermione's thoughts on this stuff. Now, I'm going to bed and I'll post this in the morning and continue to work on other fics that need much updating and clarifying. Hehe.

Update soon… hopefully.

-EMOkid-