A/N: You is Hermione and She is Ginny. Hopefully that makes sense. I know I've not written in a while, so enjoy this.
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Her dark hair is silk in your pale fingers. The contrast of light and dark is what caught your eye. She smiles as you weave her hair into small braids and then let them unravel. Her smile is small, as if she understands your thoughts without you saying anything. Her eyes are dark, like her hair but they shine when you lean close to whisper in her ear. She doesn't smile at your words though, she never does. She smiles when knows that you want to touch her in a not-so-innocent way and yet you restrain yourself. She smiles when the night is cold and you crave to pull her under the blankets and hold her. At your words, she gazes at you through the curtain of dark hair that covers her face. Your words are nothing to her, like wind they pass through her but leave no evidence. You gently lift her up, so she's not sitting at your feet. You've been friends for years. It was her brother, your boyfriend that introduced you to her. She used to stare at you almost thoughtfully, but you knew she knew everything you thought about. And she still does. She used to understand when you had problems with her brother and now she understands that you want her but not him. You sometimes wonder if it's intentional when she brushes a kiss across your cheek and lets her silk hair slide over you shoulder. She looks at you now, wondering why you lifted her from her sitting position. But before you move or say anything, an understanding expression falls over her features. She nods silently, as she has a million and one times since you've known her. You nod too and press your lips to her's, almost carefully as if she's a doll to be handled gently. But she's not and you know that when she slides her tongue past your lips. She tastes of life and mint and roses and autumn days. You pull her closer now, just as hungry as she is to feel flesh on flesh. As your hands wrap around her, she pulls away. You're suddenly afraid that maybe it was a dream. Your eyes are wide and she looks at you, understanding on her face again. She smiles again, but this time it's almost lost in the sadness you feel. She walks away and you sit back down in your armchair and go back to finishing your essays. It's always been this way, always been understanding.
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