Just A Game

Snogging, Brawling and Panicking

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Femme Slash. Male Slash. The basics.

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(Hermione's POV)

"Because…"

She's whispering in my ear. Taking a slow shuttering nervous breath. And all I can think about, focus on is her answer. I need to know why.

"I'm in love with you."

'Shit…'

My eyes go wide when realization begins to sink in. I'm sure Ginny can feel my body go rigid against hers. I push her away. I'm not too aware of what I'm doing. But she's got this impassive look on her face. And… shit…

'Me? In love with me?'

She couldn't have just said that. I was imagining things. Hearing things. She didn't say that. I thought there was a simple attraction sure. But… she's in love with me? No. She can't.

Before I know it she's got her shirt on. Buttoning it up half hazardly. She takes one last emotionless glance at me before walking to the door. I'm frozen stiff. My eyes still wide. My mouth won't move. My brain refuses to work. There's only one thought floating through the frozen abyss of my mind.

'She's in love with me?'

She stops at the door, her hand resting lightly on the rusty knob. She doesn't look up. Doesn't look me in the eye. "I'll see you around Hermione."

With that she's gone. With a simple good bye and the click of a door she's gone. And its now my body begins to thaw. Its now I blink. Now that the wheels in my head begin to turn. Now that my mouth responds. After she's gone.

"…Ginny."

I collect my things in a haze. My mind reeling, thoughts overtaking my surroundings while my feet take the familiar trek to my dorm room.

'When did this happen? How… why… me?'

I flop face down onto my comfortable mattress. Burying my face into a pillow I mutter, "How could this happen?"

"Hermione…" The voice is heavily accented. A French accent to be more specific.

'Not now… I can't deal with this right now.'

"I think we are in need of a quick chat, no?"

Sighing, I turn over on my back to look up at the ceiling. "I think so too… Fleur."

She'd lost track of how long she'd been sitting there. Of how long she'd been waiting. For Draco. Ginny just needed to talk with the blonde Slytherin. She wanted their 'arrangement' to be over with. She could see how close they were becoming, how the jests and snide remarks had become comforting. She needed to put some distance up. Just slip away before she could cause any hurt. She wouldn't be able to handle it. She just couldn't do it anymore.

Ginny scolded herself. She just had to tell Hermione. Had to let the secret slip. Had to see that pained expression on the brunette's face. And what had the brunette don't once she confessed her love? Hermione pushed her away and just looked at her. Just stared and stared.

The red head couldn't tell if Hermione had had a heart attack or if she was just overwhelmed with confusion. Either way she'd been completely rejected. Her love wasn't returned and that stung. After that Ginny did what she did best, she ran away from Hermione.

She couldn't stick around. What could she do? Wait to hear Hermione reject her? Hear Hermione say, 'I'm sorry Ginny, but I'm not in love with you.'? Ginny could imagine exactly how the brunette would look, what she would sound like. Her expression soft, slightly dazed and apologetic. Her voice gently matter-of-fact. That would most likely have served to mangle Ginny's already torn to shreds heart. And what good would that do?

At the creak of the old classroom door Ginny's head popped up. She smirked. She was feeling a bit nostalgic. A little snogging session was needed, just for old times sake. Draco was a great kisser. His lips were softer than most boys. Though, he couldn't compare to Hermione. Upset by the thought she caught Draco by surprise. Pushing the boy up against the wall, hard.

Her hand moved to the hem of his t-shirt, slipping beneath the thin fabric. The pads of her fingers trailed up his chiseled torso. Her lips mashed against his roughly chapped ones. Her brows furrowed in curious suspicion. Chiseled? Rough? She thought, pulling away.

"Hell Draco. Have you been putting muscle enhancing charms on yoursel… Harry?"

Harry stared at the girl wide eyed. A purring voice came from their right, "My, my Weaselette. What have we here?"

The girl in questions eyes widened. She looked away from Harry to meet Draco's stone cold and slightly amused gaze. "Its not what you think."

"Er… Ginny?" Harry fidgeted against the cold stonewall. This was awkward.

Draco raised an eyebrow, turning to face Harry. "Well, Potter. I see you've met Hogwart's very own Hornball."

Ginny pulled away from Harry, glaring daggers at Draco. "That, coming from Hogwart's slut of the year. Three times running."

"Bitch." Draco sneered.

"Whore." Ginny bit back.

Harry was so lost his questioning expression could be called cute. "Erm…"

Ginny glared at the blonde, Draco in turn glared back. They then erupted in a fit of giggles. Harry was even more confused by their actions. And, a little teensy bit frightened by their strange behavior.

"What in the bloody hell is going on here?"

"Ron!" Ginny squeaked in surprise.

Her brother appeared from behind the door. His face red, expression set in a deep scowl and his voice angrily confused. "Why the fuck were you snogging him! And what in the bloody hell is that twit doing here!"

"I think the real question, Weasel," Draco tuned to face the red headed boy, "is why the hell are you here?"

Ron stepped closer to Draco, glaring hotly at the arrogant blonde. "You should watch your mouth Malfoy."

"Just as soon as you learn to mind your own sodding business." The blonde seethed, stepping closer.

The red headed boy's frown grew even more menacing. Ginny knew her brother very well. And she knew he would be doing one of two things in a matter of seconds. One being, knocking Draco silly. The other jumping on the blonde and killing him. Without giving a proper thought to her actions she stepped in between the two glaring boys. Unfortunately, a very powerful punch meant for Draco came sailing across her cheek.

"Oh shit."

"Fuck, you bastard, fuck."

"Shut up ferret."

"Ginny? Are you oka-"

"Move Malfoy! This is all your-"

"You move Weasel! I'm not the one who fucking punched he-"

"Both of you. Shut. Up. Now!"

At the over powerfully aggressively authoritive voice both boys stopped, dropping a passed out Ginny Weasely in the process. The two scrambled to pick the girl back up, only serving to bump heads and pull back dropping Ginny yet again.

Harry rolled his eyes and began to take charge. "Draco, pick her up and put her on those desks over there. Ron, go get Hermione. She'll know how to fix this."

While Draco did as told Ron took an apologetic glance at Harry then at his sister. In the next moment he was out the door, preferably to get his brown haired friend.

Harry looked to Draco his expression firm and questioning. He opened his mouth to say something. Thinking better of it the emerald eyed boy brought his bottom lip between his teeth. He went through a series of opening and closing his mouth. He continued his silent debate before finally asking his question.

"Are you and Gin-"

"Save your breath Potter. It's complicated."

"Oh…" The raven-haired teen tried to act nonchalant and shrugged. If Draco were looking at him he would've thought it was a nervous shudder. Though, Harry's dejected expression said all.

The blonde Slytherin's voice softened. "… Harry. We're not, well, we are. But…" He took a calming breath, "Me and Gin. Well, its more like we're… friends, I suppose. We confide in one another. We go to each other for help, support and all that stuff."

Harry walked over to the red heads prone form. The raven-haired boy smiled at Draco, taking a seat next to Ginny and across from the blonde. "So…"

Draco struggled for something to say. Finding nothing he replied oh so gracefully. "So."

The silence was extremely awkward. The comfort from their last encounter seemed to be nowhere in sight. The quiet was almost unnerving. They simply did not know what to say to one another. Harry began to ruffle his hair as Draco's leg bean to jiggle nervously. They stole tense glances at each other until their eyes met and both boys' looked away blushing slightly.

"Ron told me… Oh god, what happened!" Hermione ran to Ginny's side. She immediately noticed the bruise forming on the side of the younger girl's cheek.
(Ginny's POV)

I'm sitting in a tree. There's a kneazle across from me. We're drinking tea. It's quite good. The kneazle starts talking to me.

"Who did this?"

"What?" I've seen stranger things but they weren't as confusing.

All of a sudden I'm looking straight into the eyes of a threstal. "You mean, Ron didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Merlin, now I'm really confused.

"I knew the Weasel wouldn't own up to his actions." I jump and turn around to face the speaker expecting Draco. It's… a cat?

"What in the bloody hell are you all talking about?"

"Ron did this then?" The kneazle looks and me. Acquisition clear in its voice.

The cat hisses, "Yeah, the bloody bastard."

"He was aiming for him." The threstal speaks.

"Him who?" By now I want this to stop. It's starting to freak me out. And Merlin is it giving me a headache. This has got to be a nightmare. That or I've gone mad. This is just dandy. Just dandy. Please, please, please be a sodding dream.

"You're lucky Ginny cares enough to prevent you from getting knocked into Tuesday." The kneazle looks at the cat. That voice is hauntingly familiar and very, very venomous.

The vision of the Threstal, Kneazle and cat disappear. You know, one of those haze out into nothingness things. And that's where I find myself next, in an area of complete and utter darkness.

I think the talking kneazle and threstal were better than this. That was a good spot of tea though. Why does my head hurt so much if I got hit across the cheek?

"That, would be Draco's fault."

Huh? Did I say that out loud?

"Um… yes?"

I sit up. Looking around frantically I find I'm in… Hermione's dorm room? On, no. Something bad always seems to happen when I'm in this room. Merlin I'm dizzy. Things start to spin and I fall back down onto the bed. "Bloody… why, again, do I feel like my heads been run over by a trolley?"

I follow Hermione's glare. Harry looks to Draco and then to Hermione nervously. The raven-haired boy speaks all in one breath, "Draco got tired of carrying you and dropped you on the stairs."

"Hey! Did not! You were the one who got tired!"

The dark haired boy then decides to stick his tongue out at Draco, who blows a raspberry in turn. Glares were exchanged between the two boys and I would've found the whole thing hilariously cute if it hadn't been for my stiff jaw, bruised cheek and major migraine. The added factor that the two boys were getting up and walking towards the door didn't help one bit.

"Well, I'm off. I'll see you two tomorrow." Harry throws a not so subtle look at Draco. The little blonde git is absolutely clueless about what the raven-haired boy is getting at.

"Oh…" And understanding dawns upon him, "Yeah, I've got to go too. Big thing I have to do tomorrow. You know me, busy busy. Hehe. Bye." He raises a fine eyebrow at me, smirks and follows the green eyed Quidditch seeker out. That unnerving little prat. Just wait 'til I get my hands on him.

I try to sit up again. To get the hell out of here. I find the only effect of sitting up is a spinning room. Groaning, I lay back down. So… not… good. Alone in a room with a girl I unrequitedly love. A girl who rejected me. Who pushed me away. I close my eyes and sigh heavily. I'm trapped. No fucking way out. I am trapped.

"I think we need to talk Gin."

There's that voice. Just like I thought it would be. Gentle with that matter of fact tinge to it. Slow and steady. She's being careful; she's prepared for this 'talk'. I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to have to see her face. Have to see the apology in those hazel eyes. I shut my eyes tighter at the thought. She's waiting for me to reply. I gulp at the lump in my throat. I can do this. I won't cry. I can to this.

"About what?"

Author's Note:

Wow… It's been a while since I've updated this. Nine days. Is that really a long time because some author's take over a month. Hehe. But their stories are usually fabulous. Heh. I think I want to finish this in the next chapter. You know how you kinda loose interest in a fic and stuff. Yeah, that's happening to me with this one. Well, hope you enjoyed. I'll try to get the next one out before break ends. C Ya!