Just A Game- Chapter Eight

I Will Have You

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: The usual. Fesmslash. Slash. Situations. Language.

Onward…

When the kiss started to heat up the red head had given in completely. It surprised her how Hermione could be so gentle yet so demanding. Soon enough she found herself being delicately eased down onto the bed until she felt her back sink into the fluffy sheets. Hermione held the younger girls hands in her own, interlacing their fingers and bringing the red heads hands over her head as she straddled her.

Hermione pulled away slightly to look at the girl beneath her. Ginny whimpered in protest as soon as the brunettes soft lips left her own and Hermione smiled slightly at the reaction. When Ginny opened her gorgeous blue eyes the older girl was looking straight back at her. Pure desire showing in brown depths.

Ginny's half lidded gaze pushed the brunette over the edge with desire. Jolts of aching want shot through her, embedding tingles in the pit of her stomach before moving to a lower area. She captured the red heads lips with her own hungry ones. Every touch of skin on skin, lips on lips, tongue on tongue, devoured Hermione sending her into complete oblivious bliss. She could feel the wetness in between her legs increasing, dripping with unbridled lust.

What Ginny had done to her before wasn't nearly as long as she'd hoped for. It was pleasing but the fact that the older girl couldn't even touch Ginny was disappointing. With the thought in mind she rubbed her lower abdomen sensually against the younger girls. Ginny moaned into Hermione's mouth sending anticipating shivers through the older girl. She grinded herself against Ginny again, harder. Hermione pulled away from Ginny's lips, her grinding motion becoming more frantic. The younger girls sensual moans drove her up the wall. Hermione couldn't help herself, the friction was intensifying, the red heads breathes were becoming more shallow, her moans deeper and oh god how she wanted Ginny.

Hermione awoke sitting up abruptly in her bed, flushed, heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat. She was dreaming about Ginny. About Ron's little sister.

'She's not so little anymore…'

Hermione's eyes widened at the thought as she swore frustratedly into the empty room. "Shit. What in Merlin's name is wrong with me? Fucking hell. Bloody… grrr…"

But what in the world was so wrong about wanting the red head? There was nothing wrong with Ginny. The girl was confident, funny, cute and smart. But then there was that whole ugly confrontation thing.

'I wouldn't call it that. It was actually pretty nice.'

The array of pleasantly tingling sensations flowing through the brunette indicated truth to her thought. She did like it. And she knew when she had kissed the red head Ginny had liked it. When she pulled away from the older girl and Hermione caught that brief glimpse. The younger girl's eyes portrayed an emotion far different from her rushed good bye.

Then why was Ginny acting so difficult?

It was then, the brunette decided, she would find out what the hell was up with the other girl. She wanted answers. She wanted Ginny. And she would have her.

Ginny lay idly on her back. Thinking of the situations with Hermione as she ran a hand through Draco's pale blonde locks. Hermione kissed her. Hermione wanted her. And what had she done? She ran away. She'd pulled away taking a quick glance at the want in the brunette's eyes and ran away. Like a scared mouse with a cat on its tail.

But that didn't even compare to what she'd done after the whole ordeal. After running out into a deserted hall she let her feet guide her to their meeting spot. The deserted classroom on the second floor. She didn't even wait for the blonde to acknowledge her presence before she practically jumped on him. Ripping his close off and forcing her lips onto his very surprised mouth. She'd slept with Draco. And now she was lying uncomfortably on the cold stone floor with the blonde nestled onto her shoulder, thinking.

"You know, you were a bit to busy tearing my clothes off to tell me what happened between you and Granger."

"What's there to tell?" Ginny shot back, a bit surprised the boy was awake.

The blonde propped himself up on his side to look at his friend, "What's there to tell? Everything. Like what the hell happened. Why you came to me after. And what's this I hear about Tom Riddle being on school grounds."

Ginny winced at the name and rolled over onto her side, facing away from the older teen's acquisitions. She didn't want to answer any of Draco's demanding questions, she just it all to disappear. All her problems to never exist.

The gray-eyed boy put a gentle hand on her shoulder and spoke softly, "C'mon Ginny."

"I don't know. Okay?"

"No. Not okay… we'll make a deal. I'll tell you about Potter if you tell me about Granger. How about it?" Draco offered, squeezing Ginny's shoulder reassuringly.

The younger teen nodded slowly, "You go first."

"Well… he was about to put out, but then your damned brother just had to walk into the bathroom and ruin-"

Ginny interrupted, thoroughly surprised. "Bathroom? Ron?"

"After the whole singing thing Potter followed me. As expected." The boy grinned, "We were in the boys bathroom about to get to the hot sex but your brother walked in looking for Potter. What's with them anyways? He's always got Potter on a leash."

Ginny smiled lightly at Draco's jealous tone. "Go on."

"As I said Weasel walked in and Potter got a bit weird so I let him go."

"That's it? You just let him get away after that?" The red head questioned skeptically.

Draco smirked lavishly, "Not before very indiscreetly breathing into his ear that we'd finish where we'd left off. Your turn."

"I fucked her." The girl shrugged indifferently. Upon seeing the older teen's goading gaze she added, "On her bed in her room."

"Oh, give up this little defiant act of yours Gin. That's it? That can't be the reason you're so sodding moody."

Ginny sighed heavily, there was no way to change the topic. "We had a bit of an… argument, if you will, there was some slapping involved. I said some things I really shouldn't have and she urged me on a bit. Purposely. I pinned her down and kissed her. Then I tied her up and fucked her 'til she came. After that I ran out of the room only to meet, guess who. Tom Riddle in Neville's body. Tom bloody Riddle! I almost killed him, you know. She stopped me. I suppose it wouldn't have really done any good on my part. But after…"

"Uh huh." The blonde urged.

The red head hadn't even known she was up and pacing. She stopped abruptly, sat down and spoke as calmly as she could muster. "After that, we went back up to her room. We started to fight again, I don't even remember why for Merlin's sake, she started crying about something I said and I held her until she stopped. Then… she kissed me and I ran off. End of story."

"Hold on." Draco barely caught the girl's last statement through her rambling. "She kissed you?"

Ginny nodded.

"And you ran away?"

She nodded again.

Draco began to laugh but settled for a wry grin when the temperamental red head threw his pants directly at his face. "Bloody hell Gin. You ran away?"

"Oh, shut up. What time is it?"

Draco's smile grew menacing at the red head would act after he told her the properly incorrect time, "Seven. In the morning."

"Shit!" Ginny swore, hopping on one foot while pulling on her shoe and opening the door.

Ginny turned to Harry speaking silent pleasantries to the boy, glad her brother was too occupied with his food to hone in on their conversation. She couldn't hold back anymore. Ginny slid past the small talk and finally asked the question she'd been wondering about.

"Did you find out who he was?"

The raven-haired boy looked slightly surprised but reverted to feigning an innocent look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm not as dense as my brother Harry. The guy that was singing his heart out to you on that stage. Do I need to sing the song or have you finally got the idea."

"Fine." Harry shook his head clearly aggravated, "No clue who he was."

"I think you'll find out soon enough. Just have to look around a bit more closely." She grinned mischievously, hoping Harry would follow her gaze.

Turning away she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Leaving the raven-haired boy to simmer on the indicative clue she'd given him.

"Good morning Ginny."

The red head almost choked on her toast at the sound of the familiar purr. Hermione was whispering in her ear. Whispering good fucking morning in her ear. Once she felt the brunette's position next to her shift she looked to her left. Yep. It was Hermione. She swallowed down the bit of toast lodged in her throat before speaking, "Er… Good morning Hermione."

The older girl smiled gently before turning to Ron and beginning to talk animatedly to the red headed boy. Ginny was beyond confused. Hermione was sitting right next to her. Very closely next to her. Talking to Ron like nothing happened between the two of them. Like Ginny didn't-

Her thoughts were quelled when she felt a hand rubbing lightly at her knee. The hand moved higher, a thumb caressing her lower thigh steady and slow. Then it was right on her thigh, rubbing soft lazy circles. The red head looked over at Hermione. There was no sign that the brunette was doing it, for the most part it seemed as though Hermione was ignoring her. The older girl hadn't stopped chatting with Ron.

Nails scraped lightly at the inside of her thigh making her leg twitch involuntarily as they scraped past very a tender spot. The hand stopped for a moment, not bothering to move from her leg. Ginny thought just maybe the teasing torture would end. She thought wrong. Nails skimmed back over the tender flesh, making Ginny shiver.

"Are you all right Gin?" Harry asked upon seeing the girl shudder.

Ginny nodded. Not trusting her voice to convey a clear convincing answer. Nimble fingers caressed the tender spot knowingly. She looked at Hermione again, who was still oblivious to her seemingly existence. Ginny knew it had to be the older girl. Unless there was someone hiding beneath the damn table, which she highly doubted.

"Oi. Ron." She squeaked as Hermione's hand trailed further up. Ginny cleared her throat. "Have you owled mum the letter yet?"

(Ginny's POV)

"Letter? What lett- ah bugger!" He storms out of the great hall faster than you can say Merlin's beard.

I just have to laugh at my brother's antics. My giggle stops abruptly turning into a sharp gasp when I feel Hermione's hand on my crotch. My breathing hitches when she runs a nail over my rock hard clit. I bite my lip trying not to moan. I look over at the brunette, my eyes pleading. She smirks nonchalantly adding more pressure to my clit. If I bit down on my lip any harder I'm sure to draw blood.

The hazel eyed woman leans towards me, her hand never stopping its ministrations. One of her breast rubs against my arm lavishly. She did that on purpose. I know she did. I can feel the hardened nipple through the fabric of her robe as she presses closer to me.

The brunette chuckles into my ear sending pin prickling tingles down the side of my neck. Her voice is low and husky as she purrs breathly, "God your wet."

I grab on tighter to the edge of my chair. My nails digging into the hard wood. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. She laughs again, feeling me tense up no doubt. Merlin to I want her right here, right now. To rip her clothes off and fuck her on the damned table in front of everyone. Hermione's right. I am wet. Very wet. How I want to grab her hand and shove it down my knickers, past the damp cloth, her fingers inside me pushing my closer and closer to the edge with each precise stroke.

"Do you like this?"

I nod slowly; barely able to keep my eyes open any longer.

"Do you want me Ginny?"

I nod again feeling her hand move faster with every rasped question. My resistance is wearing thin and I don't think I can hold back any longer.

"Say it."

Hermione's hand moves slower against my crotch and what can I do but give in. I can't believe how hoarse my voice is. "I-I want you."

"Mmm… That's a good girl."

I practically groan at that sultry moan of hers in my ear. Her hand stops completely. I gasp in protest. "Hermione…"

"Are you okay Gin? You look a bit flushed. You aren't coming down with anything, are you?" Harry asks worriedly.

I don't know what to say. 'No, Harry. Hermione's hand was just fondling me under the table.' I'm sure I resemble a deer caught in headlights when I turn to look at the raven-haired boy.

Hermione interrupts whatever Harry's going to say by gingerly feeling my forehead. "You do feel a bit hot Gin. Maybe we should get you back into bed."

"But… class."

"I think she may be hallucinating. It's a Saturday Gin. No class today." Harry explains, speaking slowly and making large gestures.

"Honestly Harry. She's sick not deaf. Come on. I'll take you back up to the dormitories." Hermione offers, helping me up.

I follow in a slight daze. No way did that really happen. No bloody way in hell did that just happen. Hermione Granger did not just… do whatever she did under the table in the great hall where anyone could have seen. I was daydreaming. That's it. Daydreaming. My back hits a wall with a dull thud. That kinda hurt. Finally snapped out of my confusion-induced state I realize where I am.

"Hermione wha-"

Before I know it her lips are on mine, silencing me. Her hand finds its way onto my thigh trailing higher. Lifting up my skirt as her roaming hand travels up. I can feel her fingers delving past the waistband of my knickers before retreating teasingly and then stopping all together. Her mouth leaves mine placing soft kisses along my jaw line before stopping at my ear.

"You're going to give me answers Ginny." A soft buzzing command in my ear.

Author's Note:

This would have been up a lot sooner but decided to take away a certain privilege of mine because my story Too Far Gone should supposedly be rated R not PG-13. Just because of one teensy weensy scene that had barely anything in it.

Well… it did have them about to ahem… do stuff. I guess it was kind of my fault. Look on the bright side Mayo. You didn't get your ass banned. Hehe. Well, I guess I'll have to just repost it under R. :)

Until next time.