Title- Creep
Author-Innocent Stalker
Rating- PG 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.
Chapter 1-Bury my lovely your past. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------
Darkness reigns over our small apartment and so should sleep.however it can't touch me as I sit here pondering over the latest letter sent by my mother. I should show Hermione but this letter is so vapid I can't believe my mother wrote it. I wouldn't in fact if I hadn't recognized the odd quirky way she curls the 'g' in my name.
I raise my eyes to settle upon Hermione, who lays sprawled across our bed where she sleeps peacefully with my old stuffed pig clutched against her side, its snout snuggling her breasts. I allow my eyes to soften; she does that to me. Her uncaring way of sleeping sprawled across the bed hogging the sheets and drooling on me when she does lay her head on my stomach or chest. The way she hogs my pig away in an effort to be near to something of mine when I can't sleep.
I set the letter down, allowing it to bask in the glow of the monitor while I get up and pad over to the bed. While I am tracing her face, the thought of what I will write back to my mother fills my mind. I rush back to the computer pulling the keyboard out and opening the word program. I may be a witch but I have long learned to operate computers since my classes at the Muggle College demanded it.
My fingers flew over the keys creating that clatter of noise that I find so alluring and soothing this late at night. When my mind is bursting with thoughts, ideas, and memories I find that I am forced to bask in the light of a monitor and listen to music softly while I type away rambling thoughts.
-Two years before-
"You're so different now."
My mother spoke those soft words at home a week before the last battle and my last time seeing her. We were sitting at the kitchen table at home and I was fixing a salad while she nursed a cup of tea. She was referring to of course my appearance, manners, and multitude of new friends that I had made at college courses taken during the summer before I refused to go back to Hogwarts for my 7th year. I was needed in the resistance and Hermione.I didn't want to not see her for a year.
" I don't know what you mean."
My mother made a soft noise and dipped the silver spoon into the dark liquid swirled with honey stripes. "You know exactly what I mean Virginia Weasley." I felt her eyes on my back tracing upward to my hair that I had streaked with black causing quite a contrast to my vivid red hair.
"No, if I did then I wouldn't say that."
The knives slid into the cucumbers with swift clean sounds as my mother tut-tutted behind me and gave up the conversation. I scowled and left the knives to cut the vegetables and toss them into the mass of lettuce to retire to my room where Hermione lay sleeping. As I passed my mother, I caught sight of the Daily Prophet she was reading and held my anger back at the article she was reading.
The stairs creaked with each step I took toward my room and toward the girl, my heart had decided to give itself too. My brother Ron was in his room with Harry where they sat discussing Quiddich and soon enough, Harry's joining with Malfoy. A smirk passed my face, I wanted to listen for the moment that my brother yelled out so I could join in and smack him. However, a soft sleepy noise from my room drew my attention as well as the sight of Hermione in my pj's standing in my doorway hugging my pig.
"Ginny?" A soft yawn passed her lips as I walked toward her.
"Hermione.you should go to sleep.you wore yourself out last night dancing with me."
She gave a quirky smile and gave a deep sigh while lifting one hand to brush across her heart and coincidentally, her breast. "How could I forget? We were the only ones dancing ballroom to techno." She smiled deeper when a light brush passed over my cheeks and I ushered her into the room and over to my bed we shared.
"Sleep.now. I need to go and speak to Fred and George and when I get back I want to see you well-rested and ready for a night out." I smiled softly when Hermione only grinned cheekily and kissed me soundly on the lips before turning over to sleep. I gave a quick shake of my head and went downstairs to Floo to their joke shop. I had barely reached the fireplace when my mother's voice rang out from the chair beside the clock.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
I froze in place, sighing heavily and turning to face my mother with arms crossed defiantly across my chest. "Out."
"Out where?"
"To visit Fred and George."
My mother sniffed deeply and went back to her sewing ignoring my presence in the room as I gathered the powder and set about to flooing. I shut my eyes and yelled the location feeling the familiar sensations surround me before I was thrown out onto the floor in their joke shop bruising my nose in the process.
"Hey! Ginny!"
My body was scooped up off the floor and the dust brushed out of my hair before I was engulfed in a hug. I smiled when they pulled me from their arms at the same time, allowing their eyes to run over me in a critical manner.
"Something has changed."
"That it has."
"Hmm.what do you think George?"
"Why I think she may have grown an inch-"
"A foot. And her hair-"
"Streaked with black!"
I rolled my eyes shoving them away and throwing the hair out of my eyes with a toss of my head. They too had changed with a growth spurt and their horrid outfits only made me raise an eyebrow. "Mum still disapproves of you. Even after two years of successful business and gifts she's still all haughty, pisses me off."
Fred and George glanced at each other briefly before grinning and taking hold of my shoulders to lead me behind the counter where a young woman worked diligently. "Ginny.dear.we heard that you were er-" They trailed off leaving me to roll my eyes once more and pull back from them.
"A lesbian?"
"Er yes. That's it.yes.that is." Fred trailed off once more, becoming distracted by a young man coming in the door with a smile and bottle in his hand.
"Fred! George! Forgive me for not bringing along Leo but he wanted to make sure he looked his best for our dinner tonight. Here's the wine from me.and a kiss for you Fred." The young man walked right up to Fred kissing him deeply on the lips and slipping the wine into my hands. I raised a brow, smirking cheekily at Fred once they finished kissing.
"And who is this nice young man eh Fred?"
"Er.he's a friend! Meet Lionel-"
"His boyfriend of three months." The man Lionel paused quirking his mouth briefly before turning fully to me and noticing the telltale Weasley hair. "And you're the sister he always spoke of."
While Lionel and I conversed, I smirked wide at the Fred and George shuffling behind him biting their lips in nervous gestures. They had obviously not yet dropped the news on mum that they as well as her only daughter were the gay ones.
Later that evening after returning from visiting the twins I went to my room to collect Hermione for a night out with Harry and his dear currant boyfriend. When I stepped into my room, I received the shock of a lifetime when I saw Hermione dressed in typical muggle club fashion beside Harry who was staring quite hard at the pale blond boy beside him.
"Ginny!"
Hermione leapt up slipping her arms about my waist once I closed the door and planted a chaste kiss upon my lips before turning and waving her arm toward Malfoy and Harry.
"Malfoy arrived just an hour ago when your mother was outside feeding the chickens and we've been waiting for you."
"Speak for yourself Granger."
"Oh sod off Malfoy! Just because Harry may love you, that doesn't mean I'm going to be anything less than civil to you. Perhaps you could try the same and throw off that damn rich prick image?"
I smiled at Hermione's words and Malfoy's rolled eyes and smooth gestures as Harry glared at Hermione. "Well whatever. Everyone ready to go into London and have a bit of fun?"
"Not till you change."
Hermione's soft words in my ear made me blush as the two boys climbed out the window onto Harry's broom, sliding the Invisibility cloak on as well. "We'll be on the roof waiting you two." Harry's voice floated through the window before they obviously flew up there to wait. Hermione grinned and slid my robes off continuing to undress me even as I protested mildly with my hands.
"Hermione.you don't have to do this..."
She smiled up at me from where she was slipping off my socks and shoes. "I know. I just want too."
I could only shake my head and grin when she brought over my outfit that I had lain out before going to help with the dinner I wouldn't be eating. "At least help me with my hair." I mumbled into her ear as she slipped the tight sleeveless low cut black shirt over my torso. She smiled and nodded before tossing the tight black jeans into my arms and plopping down onto the bed to wait for me. I quickly slid the pants on and buttoned them securely before bowing to Hermione and allowing her to sweep my hair back into wings on the side of my head and in back.
"Took you two long enough!"
Malfoy's words barely fazed me with Hermione's arms about my waist on my broom. I only stuck my tongue out at Harry and him as we lifted off from the roof and slid the cloak over the four of us. We then oriented toward London and flew hard in the warm summer night to the club where there was no threat of Voldemort or any Death Eaters.
It was only after we arrived back at the Burrow through the front door and fumbled into the living room that I realized my mother was not the stupid woman I thought her to be. The room had flickered into light whilst Hermione and I were involved in a lip-lock and Harry was still under the invisibility cloak with Malfoy.
"Virginia Weasley!"
With those words, the shit.hit the proverbial fan. My mother stood beside my shell-shocked father in the light of the fire and their wands lit to illuminate Hermione's hands wound tight about my back and my own hands busy under her shirt.
I didn't want to play it off nor did I want my parents to see me like this but they did.so I had to do the only thing I knew of to do and that was come out.
"Well now you know mum. I'm gay, a lesbian and I have known since my sixth year before I quit school."
My mum had sort of moaned when she heard the word gay but her face had gone a sickly pale when I said lesbian. My father on the other hand only blinked still shocked before he turned and walked out of the room with my mother in tow.
"That.wasn't exactly graceful Weasley."
Malfoy's words made a sick grin break out on my face as I gave a light chuckle and led the four of us back up to my room. I was prepared to move into the apartment with Hermione and Harry next door in a rather nice building down in London and now was the time unfortunately.
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Ah! The end of the 1st chapter. A little note for all of you who might be a little confused. Ginny is 19 in this story making Hermione, Draco, and Harry 20 to 21. In the flashback to two years, she is 17 after the year of Hogwarts that she refused to attend. So Hermione is 18 nearly 19. You understand yes? Well anyway, some chapters of this will be long and some short depending on how much should be in each chapter. I wager this to be a short 10 to 15 chapter story centering about Hermione and Ginny although obviously including the rather sexy/cute couple Harry/Draco.
Till later!
Alicia
Author-Innocent Stalker
Rating- PG 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.
Chapter 1-Bury my lovely your past. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------
Darkness reigns over our small apartment and so should sleep.however it can't touch me as I sit here pondering over the latest letter sent by my mother. I should show Hermione but this letter is so vapid I can't believe my mother wrote it. I wouldn't in fact if I hadn't recognized the odd quirky way she curls the 'g' in my name.
I raise my eyes to settle upon Hermione, who lays sprawled across our bed where she sleeps peacefully with my old stuffed pig clutched against her side, its snout snuggling her breasts. I allow my eyes to soften; she does that to me. Her uncaring way of sleeping sprawled across the bed hogging the sheets and drooling on me when she does lay her head on my stomach or chest. The way she hogs my pig away in an effort to be near to something of mine when I can't sleep.
I set the letter down, allowing it to bask in the glow of the monitor while I get up and pad over to the bed. While I am tracing her face, the thought of what I will write back to my mother fills my mind. I rush back to the computer pulling the keyboard out and opening the word program. I may be a witch but I have long learned to operate computers since my classes at the Muggle College demanded it.
My fingers flew over the keys creating that clatter of noise that I find so alluring and soothing this late at night. When my mind is bursting with thoughts, ideas, and memories I find that I am forced to bask in the light of a monitor and listen to music softly while I type away rambling thoughts.
-Two years before-
"You're so different now."
My mother spoke those soft words at home a week before the last battle and my last time seeing her. We were sitting at the kitchen table at home and I was fixing a salad while she nursed a cup of tea. She was referring to of course my appearance, manners, and multitude of new friends that I had made at college courses taken during the summer before I refused to go back to Hogwarts for my 7th year. I was needed in the resistance and Hermione.I didn't want to not see her for a year.
" I don't know what you mean."
My mother made a soft noise and dipped the silver spoon into the dark liquid swirled with honey stripes. "You know exactly what I mean Virginia Weasley." I felt her eyes on my back tracing upward to my hair that I had streaked with black causing quite a contrast to my vivid red hair.
"No, if I did then I wouldn't say that."
The knives slid into the cucumbers with swift clean sounds as my mother tut-tutted behind me and gave up the conversation. I scowled and left the knives to cut the vegetables and toss them into the mass of lettuce to retire to my room where Hermione lay sleeping. As I passed my mother, I caught sight of the Daily Prophet she was reading and held my anger back at the article she was reading.
The stairs creaked with each step I took toward my room and toward the girl, my heart had decided to give itself too. My brother Ron was in his room with Harry where they sat discussing Quiddich and soon enough, Harry's joining with Malfoy. A smirk passed my face, I wanted to listen for the moment that my brother yelled out so I could join in and smack him. However, a soft sleepy noise from my room drew my attention as well as the sight of Hermione in my pj's standing in my doorway hugging my pig.
"Ginny?" A soft yawn passed her lips as I walked toward her.
"Hermione.you should go to sleep.you wore yourself out last night dancing with me."
She gave a quirky smile and gave a deep sigh while lifting one hand to brush across her heart and coincidentally, her breast. "How could I forget? We were the only ones dancing ballroom to techno." She smiled deeper when a light brush passed over my cheeks and I ushered her into the room and over to my bed we shared.
"Sleep.now. I need to go and speak to Fred and George and when I get back I want to see you well-rested and ready for a night out." I smiled softly when Hermione only grinned cheekily and kissed me soundly on the lips before turning over to sleep. I gave a quick shake of my head and went downstairs to Floo to their joke shop. I had barely reached the fireplace when my mother's voice rang out from the chair beside the clock.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
I froze in place, sighing heavily and turning to face my mother with arms crossed defiantly across my chest. "Out."
"Out where?"
"To visit Fred and George."
My mother sniffed deeply and went back to her sewing ignoring my presence in the room as I gathered the powder and set about to flooing. I shut my eyes and yelled the location feeling the familiar sensations surround me before I was thrown out onto the floor in their joke shop bruising my nose in the process.
"Hey! Ginny!"
My body was scooped up off the floor and the dust brushed out of my hair before I was engulfed in a hug. I smiled when they pulled me from their arms at the same time, allowing their eyes to run over me in a critical manner.
"Something has changed."
"That it has."
"Hmm.what do you think George?"
"Why I think she may have grown an inch-"
"A foot. And her hair-"
"Streaked with black!"
I rolled my eyes shoving them away and throwing the hair out of my eyes with a toss of my head. They too had changed with a growth spurt and their horrid outfits only made me raise an eyebrow. "Mum still disapproves of you. Even after two years of successful business and gifts she's still all haughty, pisses me off."
Fred and George glanced at each other briefly before grinning and taking hold of my shoulders to lead me behind the counter where a young woman worked diligently. "Ginny.dear.we heard that you were er-" They trailed off leaving me to roll my eyes once more and pull back from them.
"A lesbian?"
"Er yes. That's it.yes.that is." Fred trailed off once more, becoming distracted by a young man coming in the door with a smile and bottle in his hand.
"Fred! George! Forgive me for not bringing along Leo but he wanted to make sure he looked his best for our dinner tonight. Here's the wine from me.and a kiss for you Fred." The young man walked right up to Fred kissing him deeply on the lips and slipping the wine into my hands. I raised a brow, smirking cheekily at Fred once they finished kissing.
"And who is this nice young man eh Fred?"
"Er.he's a friend! Meet Lionel-"
"His boyfriend of three months." The man Lionel paused quirking his mouth briefly before turning fully to me and noticing the telltale Weasley hair. "And you're the sister he always spoke of."
While Lionel and I conversed, I smirked wide at the Fred and George shuffling behind him biting their lips in nervous gestures. They had obviously not yet dropped the news on mum that they as well as her only daughter were the gay ones.
Later that evening after returning from visiting the twins I went to my room to collect Hermione for a night out with Harry and his dear currant boyfriend. When I stepped into my room, I received the shock of a lifetime when I saw Hermione dressed in typical muggle club fashion beside Harry who was staring quite hard at the pale blond boy beside him.
"Ginny!"
Hermione leapt up slipping her arms about my waist once I closed the door and planted a chaste kiss upon my lips before turning and waving her arm toward Malfoy and Harry.
"Malfoy arrived just an hour ago when your mother was outside feeding the chickens and we've been waiting for you."
"Speak for yourself Granger."
"Oh sod off Malfoy! Just because Harry may love you, that doesn't mean I'm going to be anything less than civil to you. Perhaps you could try the same and throw off that damn rich prick image?"
I smiled at Hermione's words and Malfoy's rolled eyes and smooth gestures as Harry glared at Hermione. "Well whatever. Everyone ready to go into London and have a bit of fun?"
"Not till you change."
Hermione's soft words in my ear made me blush as the two boys climbed out the window onto Harry's broom, sliding the Invisibility cloak on as well. "We'll be on the roof waiting you two." Harry's voice floated through the window before they obviously flew up there to wait. Hermione grinned and slid my robes off continuing to undress me even as I protested mildly with my hands.
"Hermione.you don't have to do this..."
She smiled up at me from where she was slipping off my socks and shoes. "I know. I just want too."
I could only shake my head and grin when she brought over my outfit that I had lain out before going to help with the dinner I wouldn't be eating. "At least help me with my hair." I mumbled into her ear as she slipped the tight sleeveless low cut black shirt over my torso. She smiled and nodded before tossing the tight black jeans into my arms and plopping down onto the bed to wait for me. I quickly slid the pants on and buttoned them securely before bowing to Hermione and allowing her to sweep my hair back into wings on the side of my head and in back.
"Took you two long enough!"
Malfoy's words barely fazed me with Hermione's arms about my waist on my broom. I only stuck my tongue out at Harry and him as we lifted off from the roof and slid the cloak over the four of us. We then oriented toward London and flew hard in the warm summer night to the club where there was no threat of Voldemort or any Death Eaters.
It was only after we arrived back at the Burrow through the front door and fumbled into the living room that I realized my mother was not the stupid woman I thought her to be. The room had flickered into light whilst Hermione and I were involved in a lip-lock and Harry was still under the invisibility cloak with Malfoy.
"Virginia Weasley!"
With those words, the shit.hit the proverbial fan. My mother stood beside my shell-shocked father in the light of the fire and their wands lit to illuminate Hermione's hands wound tight about my back and my own hands busy under her shirt.
I didn't want to play it off nor did I want my parents to see me like this but they did.so I had to do the only thing I knew of to do and that was come out.
"Well now you know mum. I'm gay, a lesbian and I have known since my sixth year before I quit school."
My mum had sort of moaned when she heard the word gay but her face had gone a sickly pale when I said lesbian. My father on the other hand only blinked still shocked before he turned and walked out of the room with my mother in tow.
"That.wasn't exactly graceful Weasley."
Malfoy's words made a sick grin break out on my face as I gave a light chuckle and led the four of us back up to my room. I was prepared to move into the apartment with Hermione and Harry next door in a rather nice building down in London and now was the time unfortunately.
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Ah! The end of the 1st chapter. A little note for all of you who might be a little confused. Ginny is 19 in this story making Hermione, Draco, and Harry 20 to 21. In the flashback to two years, she is 17 after the year of Hogwarts that she refused to attend. So Hermione is 18 nearly 19. You understand yes? Well anyway, some chapters of this will be long and some short depending on how much should be in each chapter. I wager this to be a short 10 to 15 chapter story centering about Hermione and Ginny although obviously including the rather sexy/cute couple Harry/Draco.
Till later!
Alicia