Not What You Think

Chapter 8

Shutting up. Time for chapter.

I watch my love wake. She turns to me and smiles. She jumps up and runs over to the bathroom. I hear the shower start.

I get up and walk over to my dresser. It has been a while since I was not the first one in the shower. I guess I can pick out my outfit before my shower today. Loose black sweats, with a black corset for a shirt. I grab a pair of socks. (black of course)

I am about to close my sock drawer but I see something shiny. There is a pewter pendant on a black cord. I pick it up, it's cold. It is a snake intertwined with a lioness and an A. As I watch it the snake slithers around the A and the lioness roars.

It scares the shit out of me, I drop it. The lioness roars at me and the snake hisses. I pick it up hastily. The lioness purrs and rubs her head against my hand. The snake licks me.

I put the cord around my neck. It glows momentarily. I feel hands wrap around my waist. I wrap my own arms around myself, gripping her arms with my hands. I feel safe.

Her hair is dripping on me and her scent is engulfing me. Love is scary. You don't even realize that it's happening. But you notice little things that you don't notice about other people. Like the way they smell.

She removes her arms from me and turns me around gently. She looks at the pendant. "Don't wear that in the shower." She says. I laugh.

She goes over to her dresser. She motions me over. I come. She tells me to get my wand. I do. She instructs me to point it right between her shoulder blades and say finite. So I do.

I gasp when the charm reveals a quite large tattoo of the snake lioness and A on her skin. Hermione looks over her shoulder at me. She smiles. "It is different for all of us. Draco has this chunky ring with the symbol." I am half listening. A little distracted because the snake and lioness on my pendant are greeting the snake and lioness on her back. "And did you notice that Moira always wears gloves?"

I didn't before but now that she mentions it I do. So I nod. "Well those gloves have the symbol on them."

"Why does she wear gloves?" I ask.

"Her primary power. They are extremely hot or cold at all times. I mean like hot as hell or cold like frostbite cold. She got her gift as soon as she tapped into her power. When we found her she was almost dead you know. Her father was mentally abusing her. She was able to channel her anger through her hands. She grabbed his face with both hands and one side was burned, badly, the other frozen. Draco had to heal him, and her. She had strained herself out, past her breaking point. But she is okay now."

I let out a low whistle. Damn. That's bad. I really want to know what my primary power is now. I take off the pendant. I put it back in my sock drawer. I go take my shower. I brush my teeth twice as always. Then I dress and put it back on.

I walk down the hall in front of Hermione and she grabs my ass. I turn to her and she isn't there. I am pushed up against the wall behind me roughly by her, I cannot see her but I can smell her.

She kisses me. Right there. The hooks and eyes of my corset are coming undone. I feel a hand sneaking into my sweatpants. I moan. And then I laugh into her mouth. I realize how odd this would look to someone watching. I'm her getting fondled by nothing, kissing nothing, moans sounding muffled when there is nothing muffling them.

She pulls away and materializes before my eyes. "What's funny?" she asks sounding a bit miffed. Her eyes are dark, lust filled. "Breakfast" I say and duck under her arm then run to the kitchen. I fix myself before entering.

I feel her pulling me back to her, but I am able to evade it. I walk in and there are Moira and Draco having 'breakfast'. I greet them and they nod not breaking apart. I giggle a bit. It really is funny. They are cute.

Hermione walks in, her eyes are black now. She greets the pair as well. They don't respond. She smirks at them and walks over to me. I grab her ass and she smiles. She turns away from me and gets her pumpkin juice and pours me a glass too. We walk over to the table and sit. She picks up the daily prophet.

She spits. Really spits, like spraying juice at the couple and Crookshanks, who was sitting on my lap. I deflect it, I am getting quite good at it. I wave my hand at the three soaked beings and they are dry.

She thrusts the paper at me. I see the front cover and understand the spitting. I come face to face with myself. "Generva Weasley Kidnapped." Reads the headline. Hermione is in my head. "You know what this means right?"

I shake my head in the negative. "It means that Harry talked his way out of what you said. Back into your family's trust."

"Ah fuck." I say aloud. Draco and Moira look at the two of us. I hand Moira the paper.

"Fuck. Shit. Dick. Twat. Cunt. Asshole. Son of a-" Draco puts a hand over her mouth. She takes the glove off of her right hand. It is white hot. Steam coming off it. Draco removes his hand very quickly.

"This is not good. Ginny at the end of the summer you are going to have to go back to the Burrow. You need to tell them that Hermione did not kidnap you, that you two ran away for a bit. Or something. Think of a lie. But something must be done."

I nod and I walk up to my room. I am not hungry. I slam the door I am so pissed off I cannot control myself. I look around the room. I want to hurt something. I want to cut. I feel myself leaving the ground. My anger lifting me. My pain keeping me aloft.

I levitate to the window. As I near it, it smashes outward and I levitate out. I hear Hermione enter the room. I hear her say. "Oh shit." And run across the room to the window.

She levitates out to me. She tries to pull me to her using her power. I shake it off. I see it form around me. A force field. It is blue a deep, deep blue. Exactly the color of my eyes. I look to the sky and I scream. I scream so hard that my lungs blow out. The sky parts and rain falls down. I can't breathe. See a tree and lightning hits it. It bursts into flames.

I create a fierce storm and I thrive in it. I suppose this is my primary power. I can shift great forces of nature. I see Hermione and Draco and Moira below me.

Moira takes off her left glove and touches the flames. They turn into ice. Hermione pulls the ice away from the tree. Moira puts her left glove on and takes her right one off. She melts the ice and that mistake of mine is corrected.

Draco heals the tree. Hermione bends the force field and walks in. Her eyes become bright white and so does her hair. Two beams of light come out of each of her hands and wrap around my four limbs. I feel myself being pulled downward.

I calm myself. Actually no I don't. My lack of oxygen starts to get to me and I am fading fast. Draco comes over and heals my lungs. Hermione is walking away. I see the tears rolling down her cheek.

I look at Draco and Moira. They both look worried. I take a nice deep breath and the two visibly relax. I get up. Moira touches my arm with her gloved hand. "Leave her, she needs time to calm down. I haven't seen her color drain in a long time. She needs time to cool off." I don't pay attention. I simply walk after her.

Draco calls after me. "Don't feel bad. You aren't one of us until you almost kill yourself." I give him the finger and Moira laughs at him.

I catch up to Hermione near a small lake. She is sitting there looking out at the lake. Her hair is changing. I watch as it goes from white to gray to light brown to her actual color.

I motion to the lake and I pull some water up. I manipulate it into a lioness and make it walk along the lake's surface. She lifts her hand and squashes it. She stands and turns to me. Her eyes are pale blue again, but they are bloodshot. Red and blue, red and blue.

She throws herself into my arms and sobs. Her legs give out and I hold her up. I run one hand through her hair, the other firmly on her lower back. She looks up at me. The red is coming out in her tears. She is crying blood.

I gasp and she wipes it away. I get the tattoo now. She cries blood after she has to use her powers in full. I hate myself for causing this. I pull her tighter to me and I kiss her. I kiss her slow and passionate. I pour everything I have into it. My anger, my pain, my hatred, my sadness and she does the same. We sit there and watch the lake.

I make a few water figures and I just hold her. We stay like that for hours. Just lying there taking comfort in each other. She begins to fall asleep. I run my fingers up and down her back, the same way my mother would when I used to cry. I whisper into her ear. Sweet nothings, the same way she did to me when I fell apart in my room.

After a while I fall asleep too. I dream of the storm that I made. I see myself turning in the air surrounded by lightning and rain and clouds. I see that I look very powerful. I notice the things that I did not, could not while it was actually happening. That I was glowing. That my Pendant was at the end of its corn sticking straight outward. That the shy responded to me. I see Hermione, her power, her love, her pain.

I wake screaming. Hermione. She is on me. That seems to happen a lot. Her forehead pressing against mine. "You were convulsing. Badly. What did you see?"

I take a second to remember where exactly the hell we are. I see the lake and the setting sun, somehow through her hair. Actually one has to admit, her hair is a lot smaller than it was before. I suppose she used her powers to do that.

"Ginny, I'm waiting." Wow, she's being kind of bitchy. I look up at her playfully. "Well I see you." I grab her face and pull it to mine. I ask for admittance. But access is denied.

I look at her, my eyes whining. "What did you see?"

"I saw something that I want to forget. I saw what I just did. What I did to me, To Draco, to Moira……. To you." My tears are escaping. I want to get away. I remember the lesson that Hermione gave me.

I place my hands firmly on the ground next to my head and push as hard as I can. Hermione did not expect this. She went flying. Higher than the last time. I suppose I can do that better when I really want to get away.

I stand and test my powers again. I pull a wind to me. I let it sweep me up and bring me to my window. I quite like my powers. I feel like storm from a comic book I once read. Men-x or something. Whatever. It's very cool.

I take my second shower of the day, and then I go to bed. Tomorrow I'm going to the Burrow. I'll shop for my school things and then I will go to school and meet up with Hermione, Draco and Moira.

Hermione walks in half and hour later. She reeks of alcohol and smoke. I turn right around and I break into her mind. "YOU DRANK and SMOKED?"

I see that she is drunk. I can hear it in her tipsy, timid "yes."

She is meant to be the strong one. But then again, how fair is that of me? How can I have a nervous breakdown and hurt her, then yell at her when she indulges a little? I disgust myself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. I suck sometimes. I love you. Good night Hermione." I go to sleep. And I don't dream. I'm glad for it.

Well that's done. A little shaky I think. I hate that. But I tried. The next chapter will be much better written. I fell bad to say this, but this chapter was basically filler. I needed to get something out of the way. So I made this piece of crap (even though its not really that crappy, just not up to my standards).