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WARNINGS: femmeslash, war-time

I Believe in Her: Chapter Five

(Hermione POV)

I sit on the fire escape. I am waiting for her. She promised me she would be here after the sun sets, just like that time before. Just like that time she broke down. She was swearing and hollering and blowing holes in my walls. When I got in the bedroom she was yammering relentlessly about Voldermort. He wasn't there. I apperated us to the safe house. They confirmed my initial suspicions. She was overstressed and sleep deprived. For the last couple of months they've had Mediwizards keeping a close eye on her. They're supposed to release her when she's no longer a danger to herself and those on our side. Today is that day.

She's in her standard black shirt, black slacks, black combat boots, black gloves, and black sunglasses. She'll never change. She might be crazy, but I love her. She has her hair cut shorter and it is in a short pony-tail. She's beautiful. I watch her swagger down the street, nodding at the muggles as she goes. She's learned how to blend in better than the lot of us, even muggle born. Merlin, why does she have to walk like that? It's both sexy and obnoxious.

She walks under the canopy in the front of my building and I hear the bell. A few minutes after I buzz her in there is a knock at my door. When I open it there is no glomping hug. She stands there awkwardly for a moment before stepping in. She pulls the dark glasses away from her eyes. "I'm sorry, for last time" she whispers, looking at the floor.

I pull her close into a hug. "I know, sweetie, its okay." She follows suit and wraps her strong arms around me. Within seconds she begins to cry. I've always loved it when she cries. Not that I like to see her crying, but she looks amazingly beautiful with tears in her eyes. I also become emotional and find myself snotting all over her shirt. I murmur an apology and pull away. After she puts her boots by the door I grab her hand and lead her to the fire escape.

(Ginny POV)

I can see why she loves this place so much. The sky near the horizon is yellow and as you look further away it turns to dark blue. The sun itself is a big red ball, slowly sinking in the sky. As we sit on that landing she rests her head on my shoulder.

Right about now I am sure you're probably thinking 'what the fuck?' Yeah, I kind of went crazy. I suppose you could call it cracking under pressure. I would call it excessive paranoia. Not sleeping or eating can make a person incredibly delirious. Yet, there was something about that vision, the one with the ribbon of memories shattering. Something about it seems kind of important. It happened when I saw the dark future. I don't know what it means, but I do intend on seeking some guidance from Team Gypsy; Patil and Brown. Hermione would only scoff at the idea of consulting them. Right now none of it seems as important as it should.

Hermione is just sitting there, letting the scene overtake her. After a few minutes she turns to me. "Ginny" she says"I would like to know what happened that night." My mouth goes dry. I cannot, for the life of me answer that question. There is no true way to describe it. Either she reads minds or got the idea that I didn't really know the extent of what happened. "Never mind. They told me what you told them. It just seems so strange."

"How do you mean" I inquire. I am somewhat distracted by her short skirt, which is dangerously riding up. I can see that scar that I have a tendency to trace with my thumb when I'm making love to her.

"Ginny, you practically had a seizure, then your nose started" she shudders involuntarily"bleeding uncontrollably, and you laid there, half conscious for an hour or so. Yet, all that happened was you had some sort of hallucination. Not long after you proceed to think Voldemort is there and you blow holes in my wall."

"I don't know what happened, Hermione. It was like you said; one minute I was there, the next I wasn't. I really would like to explain, I just don't know how" I sigh. I don't know how else to answer, all I can really think about is feeling that scar beneath the pad of my thumb. "Again, I am sorry about your walls."

"Well, who knows? It's probably like they said" She then goes into about how unhealthy I was leading up to the incident. Then there is a long pause. "I don't care about the walls. You're okay, and that's all that matters" she smiles and leans in to kiss me. It's amazing. I have mot kissed this woman in months. She's so talented with that mouth of hers. The way she kisses makes me fall a million miles into her soul. Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, bringing me closer for a deeper kiss. Her tongue darts in and out of my mouth before I can respond. I pull back and gasp for breath.

She looks at me coyly and looks into the apartment.

(Hermione POV)

Yes, I know we're having a semi serious conversation, but I don't think my loins can take it any longer. I need to feel that mouth, that skin. I've been deprived of this woman for long enough. I love her like nothing else and I need to show her how much and to what extent. I cannot let her get stressed out again. I need to do something to relieve that pressure and energy, so I take her inside.

I kiss her even more feverishly once in the flat. Her breath hitches when I push her up against the wall. Normally I would be concerned, but I can't say that I am. I pull back to make sure she's fine anyway. She has this cute dumbfounded look on her face and her lips are swollen. Her shirt is unbuttoned, as per usual, to show her cleavage. Her chest is heaving with her breaths.

I lean close to her"You okay"

She licks her pink lips and nods, in response.

"Good" I whisper and push my body flush against hers. I have never seen her like this. She's so… vulnerable. Usually I would be the one shoved against the wall, flustered. I can feel my lips curl into a smile. I've never had this sort of power over someone. No one has ever desired me in such a way, nor have they found me intimidating. It is shocking that the person whom does desire me and find me intimidating is Ginny Weasley. She really isn't herself tonight, but I'm not complaining.

Suddenly she lunges toward me and kisses me. She kisses me hungrily. Her hands rove down my body. I can feel her fingertips trailing down my spine. Then her hands cup my arse and she picks me up. Instinctively I put my hands on her shoulders as she hoists me up and I wrap my legs above her hips. There's that belt buckle again, rubbing me tauntingly. Damn this skirt. There are only my panties as a barrier to the metal of the buckle. When we need to come up for air she notices my writhing and squeezes. She laughs when I moan.

"You like that" A grin is still playing at her features.

"Shut up Ginny" is all I can think to say, as she carries me to the couch. When we get there she lays me down, and then sets herself gently on top of me. A few strands of hair that have escaped from the pony fall in her eyes. I tuck them behind her ear so I can look at her. She's the same girl, the same little girl I have always known. Mischief is twinkling behind those eyes and she smiles. Yet, she isn't the same girl. She has killed. She's watched her friends die and be tortured. I cannot imagine how she must feel, but I can see why she's losing her mind. "I love you" I murmur before I pull her lips onto mine.

(Ginny POV)

She is pure passion. I drive my hip against her pelvis. She gasps and moans and that gives me excessive confidence. I lean bury my face onto her shoulder and sink my teeth in. Not hard, mind you, just enough to arouse. It works as I had expected. She moans and claws at my back.

"Hey" she pants. "This is nice and all, but I think that the bed would be better."

I nod and stand up. She grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She is a romantic. There is a single candle lit, hovering above the nightstand. She smiles at me as she unbuttons the rest of my shirt. I love the feel of her soft hands as she pushes it off my shoulders. I reach to pull her black tank top over her head, but she steps back and does so herself. I step toward her and touch her slender form. She reacts, shuddering as if touched by an electrical current, but then relaxes. I graze my nails over her ribs as I reach behind her. I planned to pull her against me, but she reaches to unbuckle my belt instead. My pants drop to the floor. Now I am standing in my knickers. A feeling of modesty washes over me. I try to cover myself, but her hands are on my body. She guides me to the bed.

Her lips cover mine. When I reach to pull down her skirt, it's already gone. Her thighs straddle my body and she puts us into a relined position. The swell of her delicate chest pushes against mine.

(Hermione POV)

It is all I can do to not rip her panties off and fuck her right here, right now. I prolong it though, because a good fucking is what she wants. I can tell by the slow rhythm her hips have set. I resituate so I am lying next to her. I take off the rest of our physical barriers so that we're naked. I then lay on top of her, my back on her front.

"Touch me" I order. I can feel her one hand working to find my clit and the other working its fingers inside of me. She sets a pace and my body follows. I can feel that pressure building up inside of me. I can feel her body moving at the pace mine is, but I'm not touching her. I dawns on me then. "Is this how you touch yourself" I ask with bated breath.

"Maybe" I can feel her smile against my neck. That makes everything even hotter. So hot in fact I need to have her stop so I don't come right now. I pull her hands away from me. "Hey, I wasn't done with that" she protests, but lets me go anyway. She knows what's coming. I lay next to her and I kiss her softly. She gasps as I work my lips down to her breasts. When my mouth reaches her nipples they are already erect, due to arousal. I bite and suck them anyway, because I love it when she moans deep down in her throat. I kiss her lips again as I begin to touch her. It's slow at first. An easy go. "Oh, goddess" she pants. I can sense her detachment to the world. I can feel her fade out as it gets more intense for her. When I push my fingers inside her I can feel her tighten with each thrust. "Oh" She's so close. "Oh" Her hips buck. "Oh" She buries her face onto my shoulder and grips my hair. "Oh" She bites down. She lets out the most carnal of cries as the orgasm flows through her. I hold perfectly still as she shudders, enjoying her peak almost as much as her. Once it subsides I hold her close to me.

"Sh, baby" I whisper. She whimpers when I try and look at her. She doesn't want to leave the little burrow she's discovered. It takes her a few minutes to recover; meanwhile I'm dripping in anticipation. When she comes to she kisses me, intensely. Then she proceeds to work her way down my body, knowing that I am not up for any sort of teasing or games. Her tongue meets the spot I long for most. It doesn't take long before I am reduced to moaning and writhing. "Please" I grip her hand, indicating what I want. She knows. She buries her fingers in me and I can feel all of the blood drain my head. It's all going straight to where she's touching. A liquid heat pools in my abdomen. "Fuck me" I can hear my voice shouting. "Oh yes" It comes quick, but it feels so good.

(Ginny POV)

Once she finishes I curl around her and whisper that I love her. She nods in response. I know she does. Love me, I mean. I don't think for too much longer because sleep overwhelms me.

Hermione smiles at me"Come on Ginny." She runs towards the woods. I chase after her. She's wearing a white summer dress. I look down to see myself in a blue one, almost identical to hers. When I look up she's at the edge of the woods, beaconing me. I follow her. We run barefoot down dirt paths to a soft creek bed.

"Why are we here" I ask. She only giggles and undresses. I do the same and we hold hands and jump in. We float on our backs and the creek carries us. "Where are we going"

"Home" she grins.

"Home"

"Here" we stand and we're in a back yard. She takes my hand and we walk into the house. I realize that it's the Burrow. "We're home, Ginny."

(A/n: Well, well. There it is. The smut. Its not my best work, but I hope you all liked it. Review!)