Not what you think

Chapter 4

Fred and George are such sods. They come into my room and see my and Hermione snogging and they knock me out. Just like that! Well that was unpleasant. Worse was who came to my rescue.

IT woke me up and healed my head. Fred and George just look at me. When IT turns away I mouth at them to keep their mouths shut. They are dumbfounded so they simply nod in unison.

I turn to see Hermione with her bottom lip being ravaged by her teeth. "Bite any harder and you'll go clear through." I tell her. She immediately lets the poor lip free. Her eyes had something in them that I didn't like.

There was fear. She knows that Fred and George won't tell, but they are likely to hold it over our heads. I won't let them. I am really good at lying to them. They love to believe that I'm innocent little Ginny. I'll pull the little sister routine.

I give Hermione a reassuring look and the fear lessens. But mine rises when Harry asks Fred what happened. He looks at me and I mouth to him 'LIE'. And so my precious brother does.

"Well Harry, these two girls have been test subjects for our new experimental candy." He says. Damn, my brother is good. George throws in. "Apparently there are still some kinks to work out." They give Harry a wink and run upstairs.

I think that maybe they just got an idea. Well I look at Harry and he asks me if I need anything. I tell him no thank you, just some rest. He asks Hermione if she needs anything and she says no as well. He suggests we go to bed and I nod. Hermione grabs my arm and we walk upstairs.

We go into the room. Hermione walks over to the bed and plops down. I grab my wand and seal the door with every spell I know. I turn and she curls her finger at me. I walk over and straddle her.

She giggles a little and I push her down and roll off of her. She lifts an eyebrow at me. She wants me. I really want her, but I'm scared. I hate this, I hate IT. I hate that I'm not the kind of girl who could just do this. I hate that I need her to make the move.

I cannot start things, but I can go along with them. I hate being in control, and I hate it when I'm not in control. I'm just so confused. But she smells so good, so good. I just want her to make a move. But she won't. Now she thinks I don't want her back.

How do I let her know this. Can I tell her that I need to be the passive one? Can I tell her that all she needs to do is take me? No she'll think I like to be raped. But she wouldn't think that. She is a genius. She would know.

Okay then it's settled… I can't do anything about this! Fuck. I need my box cutter. But I can't let her know that I do that.

I can't let anyone know that I do that. I need to keep that to myself. My dirty little secret it must stay. Perhaps I should stop now. It seems as good a time as any. Yea, I'll stop! That's it, no more self-mutilation for me.

My mind suddenly goes blank. Is that her? Her on top of me? Doing things that I've wanted her to do for years? Knock on the door. NO! Not now. Not when I have everything that I need in life. I have her the way I've wanted her for so long.

She rolls off and I moan in hatred for whoever the hell is at the door. I get up and unlock the door. I've come to hate doors. I open it and there are Fred and George. My anger immediately dissipates. I owe them a fucking explanation. I need to think of a lie and I need to think of one quick.

Think…think…think… Eureka! Holy shit what kind of nerd am I? Who the hell even thinks Eureka? But back to my lie. Hermione is basically a prude. Fred and George basically know that so I was teaching her how. Just being a good friend! Goddess I am good! I'll work on the eureka thing later.

"Gin, we were just wondering… you know… why you were snogging Hermione!" George said. Oh smooth brother. "George I want you to take a moment and look at Hermione." They both look at her. "Here is a perfect example of a prude. She asked me to teach her something. Being the kind person that I am, I wanted to help her in any way I could. Also it's different for girls. We can teach our best friend to snog and it's not a bad thing. All girls try it at one time or another." Not that I'd really know.

Fred looked at Hermione. George looked at Hermione. I looked at Hermione. Hermione is blushing. That adds a good effect to it. "It's true. It's embarrassing though, so please don't tell anyone."

Fred looks at George. George looks at Fred. "Tell anyone what?" they both say and run upstairs.

I lock the door again. As soon as I've finished the incantation I'm being pulled backward. I'm on the bed again. Right where we left off. "Well O great one, please, please teach me something." She says to me.

"Well actually, I think it's about time you took your exam, my naughty little student."

"I'll show you prude." I believe I've stuck gold!

On top of me. God I love that feeling. It's helplessness, but not danger. It's submissive, but not giving in. All that matters is this soft body on top of me and the person who controls it.

She is everything I have ever dreamed of, the polar opposite of IT. But It is the farthest thing from my mind.

My mind is not working properly. It's bliss, it's ecstasy, it's love. Back to my neck. Her tongue is soft velvet being traced across my skin. It sends shivers down to my center. The only time I've ever felt this way is when I daydream about her. Dirty little images that keep me going. Class was never so interesting.

A little voice in my head wonders. 'Does she daydream about me too?' I ignore it. I don't want to come off as the type of person who needs ego stroking. The only kind of stroking I'm interested in is the kind that she is giving me at this very moment.

She moves upward. Placing her lips on my chin, across my jaw. Anywhere but where I want. It gets to the point where I whine for her to end the teasing and just fucking kiss me already. She looks me dead in the eye and asks. "Who's the prude now?"

Touché.

Four chapters. I might dance. (I probably won't. No worries.) To the one who asked about the piano, I like the piano. Nothing more to it. I play the piano, it is a part of me. It fit. To Jezebel Malice, I'm quite pleased that you are reading my story, and like it. You are one of my favorite authors. To the rest of you… Sup?