Title- Creep
Author-Innocent Stalker
Rating- G for this chapter, but PG-13 to R for later chapters
Disclaimer- I do not own harry potter or any of the characters mentioned in this fic save for any original ones which are my property.mine. HARRY POTTER IS NOT! ^^ Gotta put that big or else I might get a lawsuit. This is being written for my enjoyment not for cash.
Warning- Swearing of course and *sigh* I don't think I need to apologize for this but if I don't put it some asshole will flame me. Lesbians and homosexuality is prevalent in this fic. If you do not like, please FUCK OFF! ^^
Enjoy. Any Authors notes are at the bottom.
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Pink fluffy clouds and hearts are not what symbolize love in my mind. Although I can't protest that I do most certainly love pink fluffy clouds of cotton candy with the sweetness melting across my tongue and infecting my taste buds. However, it is not a fitting description of what I feel for her, my dear partner. Love is whatever you feel it is and I feel.it is not so commercial and superficial.
It will soon be our two-year anniversary this week and all I can think over is how we got together and the fact that I haven't been home since then. Two years after the fall of Voldemort and two years of long silence from the people I used to be so close to. How did this happen so quickly?
Voldemort-It was his fault. He separated so many families and tore them apart with his hatred and thirst to destroy all muggle-borns. Wait, it's more than that. Because of the war.that horrible thing, the war divided people into set categories as if we were no more than paper cards or files.
"What do you mean you give up? You can't do this Ginny!"
Those were the first words I had heard in a long time from him as we stood among the group of 'rebels'. I hadn't given up as he had put it.I was just sick of seeing friends die or go insane. After that I had ran out into the rain with my mp3 player of muggle songs. I wandered the streets just listening to the soft music in my ears and allowing the rain to drench me fully.
That was when she had come out to get me.
She had no umbrella over her head and was allowing the rain to make her hair a frizzy mess about her face. When she had seen me huddled on the footsteps of some unknown apartment building she had smiled her intoxicating smile and sat down beside me. Her eyes sparkled as she took the headphones out of my ears and cast a silent drying spell on my jumper allowing the mp3 player and headphones to be tucked in there.
She talked on and on about the strangest things as if we were sitting about tea instead of in the falling rain with death looming over our heads. She never noticed the way my cheeks grew red and my hand curled away from her, as if hesitant to touch her. Her hand rested upon my shoulder scorching the flesh there and confusing me with the feelings it welled up in me.
Eventually she led me back to the headquarters her hand in mine fitting so nicely together. We went up to her room and undressed for the showers. I do not think she ever noticed the way my eyes burned holes in her body or the way my body flushed with the dirty thoughts I had. She was completely oblivious.
So I thought.
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The end of the prologue. I know it's short but if I write anymore I know I'll give away something important that I don't want too. Look forward to the 1st chapter of a rather odd story of the two lovely girls, Hermione and Ginny. I wonder though if I did this all right.anyway, I'm just going to enjoy writing this little ditty of them.
Innocent Stalker Alicia
Author-Innocent Stalker
Rating- G for this chapter, but PG-13 to R for later chapters
Disclaimer- I do not own harry potter or any of the characters mentioned in this fic save for any original ones which are my property.mine. HARRY POTTER IS NOT! ^^ Gotta put that big or else I might get a lawsuit. This is being written for my enjoyment not for cash.
Warning- Swearing of course and *sigh* I don't think I need to apologize for this but if I don't put it some asshole will flame me. Lesbians and homosexuality is prevalent in this fic. If you do not like, please FUCK OFF! ^^
Enjoy. Any Authors notes are at the bottom.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------
Pink fluffy clouds and hearts are not what symbolize love in my mind. Although I can't protest that I do most certainly love pink fluffy clouds of cotton candy with the sweetness melting across my tongue and infecting my taste buds. However, it is not a fitting description of what I feel for her, my dear partner. Love is whatever you feel it is and I feel.it is not so commercial and superficial.
It will soon be our two-year anniversary this week and all I can think over is how we got together and the fact that I haven't been home since then. Two years after the fall of Voldemort and two years of long silence from the people I used to be so close to. How did this happen so quickly?
Voldemort-It was his fault. He separated so many families and tore them apart with his hatred and thirst to destroy all muggle-borns. Wait, it's more than that. Because of the war.that horrible thing, the war divided people into set categories as if we were no more than paper cards or files.
"What do you mean you give up? You can't do this Ginny!"
Those were the first words I had heard in a long time from him as we stood among the group of 'rebels'. I hadn't given up as he had put it.I was just sick of seeing friends die or go insane. After that I had ran out into the rain with my mp3 player of muggle songs. I wandered the streets just listening to the soft music in my ears and allowing the rain to drench me fully.
That was when she had come out to get me.
She had no umbrella over her head and was allowing the rain to make her hair a frizzy mess about her face. When she had seen me huddled on the footsteps of some unknown apartment building she had smiled her intoxicating smile and sat down beside me. Her eyes sparkled as she took the headphones out of my ears and cast a silent drying spell on my jumper allowing the mp3 player and headphones to be tucked in there.
She talked on and on about the strangest things as if we were sitting about tea instead of in the falling rain with death looming over our heads. She never noticed the way my cheeks grew red and my hand curled away from her, as if hesitant to touch her. Her hand rested upon my shoulder scorching the flesh there and confusing me with the feelings it welled up in me.
Eventually she led me back to the headquarters her hand in mine fitting so nicely together. We went up to her room and undressed for the showers. I do not think she ever noticed the way my eyes burned holes in her body or the way my body flushed with the dirty thoughts I had. She was completely oblivious.
So I thought.
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The end of the prologue. I know it's short but if I write anymore I know I'll give away something important that I don't want too. Look forward to the 1st chapter of a rather odd story of the two lovely girls, Hermione and Ginny. I wonder though if I did this all right.anyway, I'm just going to enjoy writing this little ditty of them.
Innocent Stalker Alicia