Not What You Think
Chapter 7
-I just realized that I should be disclaiming. Well, it's not mine. I'll get over that one day. Consider this entire story disclaimed.-
I would like to be able to say that I woke up today after a restful night's sleep… but that would be a lie. I can't even say that I woke up, you see I never did get around to sleeping.
But one thing I've to show for the night is that I now know every inch of my love's body.
I know that if I run my nail along her arm I can get a quite substantial shiver out of her. I know that when she peaks she bites her lower lip and lets out a very hoarse and throaty moan. That when I do something she likes she hums a little.
Worth the fact that I now need coffee? I'd say hell yes and a half. I would spend every day of my life this tired if I could do that every night. But enough about that. I'm getting myself worked up again.
One thing that I also learned last night is that Hermione is a cutter as well. That all of this hiding of mine was in vain. I can read her body like she can read mine. Every cut I ran my fingers over burned a memory of her's into my mind. I know that her father has been beating her entire life.
I know that she has been leaving her house every night from the time she got her wand. Once she knew how to protect herself with it. I know that she has had her of age degree since her first year. The Ministry let her do magic over the summer from year one. So that she could protect herself.
I know that she has a tattoo on the small of her back. I know that she got it at age 13. A black rose with drop of blood falling from it's petals. It represents her. Something beautiful that bleeds.
I know that Dumbledore had to take her away from her house one summer for fear that her father would kill her in his rage. I know that She has been through too much, as we all have.
I need a shower. I'm off to the bathroom.
I start to run the water. I take my showers cold. I can feel it better that way. I step in. It takes my body a moment to adjust to this difference. I have, after all been warm all night. It is a violent and sudden change.
I take the shampoo and rub it into my head. I rinse and then I take the soap and wash the rest of myself. When I am satisfied that I am clean (which is no easy thing to do) I shut the tap and turn around. I see Hermione sitting no the sink watching me.
Glass doors… are lovely. For she turns on the hot water and strips right in front of me. Despite myself I blush. She kisses me on the cheek. "You're very cute when you do that."
"Do what?" I ask.
"That little blushing bit. It seems that shagging does not make you blush but me taking off my shirt does. It is very cute." She grabs my ass. "Just like everything else about you." She steps into the shower and does the same thing that I just did. Only she seems to be better at it somehow.
I stand there watching her for a bit. Then I turn to the sink. It has begun to fog a bit. I brush my teeth for the second time that morning. Hermione may be the child of dentists, but I am obsessed with oral hygiene. I cannot go an hour without a piece of trident. According to Sigmund Freud I have an oral fixation. But my teeth are healthy so its okay with me. Fuck Freud. And what kind of name is Sigmund?! I would have hated my parents.
I hear the water stop. It is very hot and foggy in here now. She comes out of the shower and grabs a towel. She wraps it around her figure loosely and dries her hair. She ties it up into a ponytail.
I walk out of the room and over tomy dresser. I open my sock drawer and pull out a pair of black silk boxers, a black bra that goes with it and a pair of black socks. I open the second drawer and pull out a tight black quarter sleeve shirt. Then to my third drawer, from here I pull out a pair of black leggings and a black pleated skirt.
Black is the only color I wear. It is safe. It makes people look away. I don't like the attention that bright colors draw. I walk over to the mirror. Hermione is standing in the door way. She watches me. I put on some deodorant. Very important. Some people in school need to learn the meaning of body odor.
I drop my towel and she whistles at me. I laugh at her. She is screwy like that. I pull on the boxers. After them the leggings. I put the bra on and I look at myself. I think I need to start eating again. I haven't done so in almost a week. Dammed depression. I look ill. But I'll deal with it today. I pull the shirt over my head. I pull the skirt over my leggings.
I smudge on a bit of black eye liner. My blue Weasley eyes (A'N: I don't care if her eyes are not blue. They are now.) seem to yell back at me, that is the effect of the eye liner. I put on a bit of mascara to open my eyes up more.
I am pale, the only one in my family who's freckles faded. Not a blemish. I suppose if I were not so odd other girls would envy me. But once they see the black they just look away, no one wants to be an oddball. To finish off the entire thing I put on some blood red lipstick. It makes my pale skin even paler. I pull my hair back into a loose ponytail and braid it. I spray a bit of vanilla perfume into the air and walk into it. I always smell like vanilla. I like it.
I am ready for the day. Hermione walks to her dresser and pulls out something similar to me. She does not wear boxers though. She wears a thong. Her bra is a little bit more lacy than mine, and a little smaller. She wears a pair of dark jeans and a black tee shirt. She puts on makeup identical to mine, just no lipstick. She isn't pale. She looks alive.
She puts on a watch. She also wears a load of those elastic bands on her wrist. She sees me eyeing them and takes out about 15 more and gives them to me. I pull them onto my wrists and I also remember to put a few rubber bands around my wrist.
She walks to the door and I follow. We walk down two flights of stairs and to the kitchen. Moira and Draco sit at the table snogging. Hermione walks past them as if they aren't even there. "Good morning Moira, Draco." She says. They brake apart for about two seconds and say in unison "Hey"
Hermione turns to me. "They do that every morning, they say breakfast is no good without it. You'll get used to it." I don't mind now. No need to get used to it. She walks to the fridge and pulls out some pumpkin juice. She pulls two glasses out of a cabinet and pours. She hands one to me and walks to the table.
I notice that there are four chairs today, yesterday there were only three. I suppose that means I'm here to stay. I take two pieces of bacon and put them onto my plate. I take a small portion of eggs and some toast. I push it around my plate for a bit. I'm really not hungry.
"You need to eat." I look up and I see Moira looking at me. She smiles and I nod. I eat and it's not that bad. Somehow I thought it would be horrid. But that is stupidity. I eat everything on my plate and then Moira puts a bit more. "A week of not eating. You need to make up for it." I eat it. I feel so much stronger.
That coffee that I thought I needed, well I don't now. It is surreal. Less than twenty four hours ago I was simply Ginny. But now I am one of the four most powerful people in the world.
"Ginny. You need to start training once you are up to your full strength again." Draco tells me. "Training for…?"
"We are going to take over the world as soon as you and Moira graduate from school. You are going to need to train for the next two years. It won't be very easy you see." He smiles. I laugh with him. "Yes, I see you point. I feel fine now."
"You're not." Moira says.
Everyone looks to her. "What? Everyone know it but her." She turns to me "Ginny you've been coping for too long. You are gaunt. You need to be a little thicker, like Hermione and I. Not fat of course, but a little more than skin would do."
I smile, I know that she is right.
Draco hands me a map. I look at it. It's the house. "You want to look around, I can tell. It will show you where you are at all times. So you can't get lost. Go and have fun." They seem to know everything. "We do." Moira says. I realize now that she is in my head. I try to get her out. I block her and throw her out. She looks startled. She is fighting to get back in. I am blocking her. "Very good. But no mind fights at the table." Hermione is reading the paper, smiling. Moira smiles and shakes my hand. "Stalemate." I say and take off.
I hear Hermione say "She doesn't realize." I just keep walking. I find myself back at the library. I see that the door has changed. Now it has my initials on it. I begin to trace them and as I thought yesterday about Draco's hand, mine becomes one with the door and pulls my forefinger across it. The door opens and I walk inside.
I look around properly. I find that it is even more beautiful than I thought. The books are all in perfect condition. I walk to the desk. I sit down. A book floats over to me. It is a book about… me. I tuck it into a groove in a shelf. I will come back for it later.
I leave the library. I don't feel much like exploring. I walk back to the kitchen. It's empty and clean. Like no one was even here today. Goddess this house is awesome. I look at the map. One section of the house is labeled 'training'. So naturally I walk to it.
I walk to the back of the house and open the door to the yard. I see Hermione and Draco on the field and Moira levitating on the side. Draco throws a spell I've never heard of at Hermione. She lifts her hand and the blue sparks slow down. Draco lifts his hand as well. It becomes a bitch fight. Hermione pushing the light toward Draco and Draco pushing it back at Hermione.
Moira opens her eyes. She looks at them. She lifts her hand. "Hermione let go." Hermione smiles to Draco and lowers her hand. Draco looks like he is about to shit himself. Moira pulls the beam of light to her and then sends it flying full speed at him. It hits him in the chest and he falls to the ground.
Hermione sends a spell to heal him. Moira begins to fight her. Hermione concentrates on it. "Focus on helping him, it'll make you ten times stronger than I am." Moira says. Hermione looks to Draco and closes her eyes. The yellow light goes flying toward him and he is revived.
Draco walks over to Moira who levitates upward so she can meet him eye to eye. "Cheater." Moira smiles at him. "Loser." Draco grabs her and pulls her toward him. She wraps her legs around him and they give an encore of breakfast.
Hermione rolls her eyes. "Is it lunch time already?" she asks them. They pull apart. Moira starts to suck on Draco's neck. "You have your girlfriend here. Stop bothering us and go snog her." He turns to me. "Hello Ginny." He walks into the house. "Goodbye Ginny." I laugh.
I look at Hermione. She throws a spell at me. I am taken by surprise. I fall to the ground. She throws another. I am chained to the ground. She walks over to me and sits on me, straddling my hips. "Cool." I say. She nods.
"Get up." She says. "Um, I can't. I'm not only chained to the ground but your sitting on me." She applies pressure where she sits. "Get up." She repeats. I am very confused. "With you mind." She says. I concentrate on the chains. Will them to be gone. They disappear.
"Very good." She says. I smile.
"Get up." She says. "With your body and mind." I plant my hands on the ground and push myself off of the ground. Hermione goes flying. I am standing. She stops mid air and just floats there. About 10 feet off of the ground. "Come here." She says.
This is where I draw the line. I do not know how.
I give her a look that says "make me." And so she does. I am scared shitless as I fly upward and to her. She puts her arms around my shoulders and pulls me toward her. "If I let you go you will fall." She says. "Yes, gravity is not on my side."
"Gravity has no control over you." She says and lets go of me. I concentrate on not falling and I don't.
I look to her and she smirks at me. "Hermione. This is training isn't it?"
"It's the first lesson."
"And how did I do?" she takes steps on nothing toward me and takes possession of my mouth. I feel her in my mind. "You did very well." I try to kick her out and find that I cannot.
She falls to the ground and lands like a cat. On all fours. "Come down." She purrs to me. I do. I reach to her and she slaps my hand away. "Catch me if you can." She says and transfigures into a lioness. I stare at her bewildered. She starts for the house and runs inside. I run after her. I am just in time to see her tail at the top of the stairs.
I run after her. She is a lot faster than I am. I must give her that. I run to our room and open the door. She is laying on the bed feigning sleep. I walk over to her and sit astride her.
She pretends to awaken. "Oh, must have dosed off, it took you so long to get here." She plays. I pull my wand out of my pocket and chain her to the bed.
"Now, if I wanted to I could be right out of these, but it seems kinky so I'll leave them." She says. I smirk at her. I mutter the undressing charm under my breath and she is nude.
I blush again. She laughs at me. Before I know what is going on the tables are turned. I am on my back and she is sitting on me. "Do you like the top or something?" I ask. She breaks into my head. "I do, but the best part is the way that you Ginny Weasley look so vulnerable on your back." She leans down and whispers into my ear. "It turns me on."
I moan. She is really good at making me submissive. She likes to be dominant, in control, me? I like to lie down and enjoy the ride. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her face to mine. I ask entrance to her mouth and she refuses. I am shocked, I mean she never… not before. She pulls away from me.
"Dinner time. She says. I reach to pull her back to me. She dodges me. "Woman, you come back here and finish what you started." I think and she hears it. I spoke in her mind! She looks me in the eye defiant and mischievous. "No." she says in my head and leaves.
I run after her. But she is already gone. I walk to the kitchen. I see Draco and Moira at the table. To my surprise they aren't snogging, just sitting eating and talking. I look at them questioningly. "Dinner is best left alone. We have rules; the dinner table is for eating alone. Anyone caught doing otherwise has to clean up dinner." Draco says.
I laugh. These people are quite odd. I sit next to Hermione and start to put food on my plate. I listen in on the conversation. Hermione is telling Moira that I can already break into her mind and levitate and so on. I can't hear her too well. I feel it on my knee.
That little hand of hers. Inching its way upward. She keeps talking like nothing is going on. "Ginny… Ginny are you okay?" she is addressing me. "Sneaky bitch" I think. I see the change in her expression, she is a bit unhappy that I just called her a bitch. She applies a bit more pressure to my inner thigh under the table. Her eyes show no concern, but her words are honey. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit flushed. Eat."
"How can I eat when you are practically fucking me under the table?" I think at her.
"Ginny, maybe you should go to bed. Take your food with you." She removes her hand and puts it to my forehead. "Oh, sweetheart, you have a slight fever. Go ahead. I'll be up in a few minutes."
Draco and Moira are looking at me. They seem worried. I assure them that I will be fine after a bit of sleep. To spite Hermione I don't take my food. I can see that this bothers her. But she hides it well. I walk up the stairs too our room. I go straight to the bathroom.
I run my cold shower, only this time it's for a reason. I am pissed about this. I was hungry. It takes Hermione about five minutes to come in. She reaches a hand into the shower and turns the hot water on.
I shriek, I hate it. I lift my hand and motion at the lever, it turns off and my cold water is restored. She pulls me out of the shower the same way she pulled me up into the air during training. I struggle. She wins though. I guess that is her main power. Manipulating people.
I find myself held against her tightly. She kisses me, long and slow, gentle, loving. I'm taken by surprise. All day she has been demanding and rough with me. This is different. When she pulls away she looks me in the eye. I notice that they aren't brown anymore. No, now they are a pale blue.
"I'm so sorry Ginny. I have these mood swings you see. They are tied to my powers. I cannot control them. I get animalistic during and after training. I can't help it. I love you." She kisses me on the cheek and walks out.
Mental note, read more into the prophesy. There are side effects to all of our powers. Not to mention we all have one strong suit. I want to know what mine is. I want to know my side effect, and I want to know why Hermione's eyes were not brown. But right now I want to go to bed. I walk into the room and see that Hermione is already sound asleep. I lay next to her and drape my arm around her waist. Her hand instinctively finds mine and we stay like that.
Chapter 7. To be frank, fuck off. Pleez dunt tell me to update faster. I have shyt going on right now. And dunt take the 'fuck off' above personally. I'm just a bitch