It has been ages since I've written a story for you folks! I have yet to complete my OC fic about Alex and Marissa, but after seeing HP&GOF, I had a sudden urge to write one about my favorite femmeslash couple. So here you go! Will update again soon! Very soon!
Title: You Run, I Walk
Rating: Evolves into R…NC-17
Pairing: Cho Chang/Hermione Granger
Summary: A sporadic snitch causes love to strike in the most unlikely way. Will Hermione finally tell the male gender NAY! Or will she continue to live a lie and let the one thing true in her life slip away…
Disclaimer: TO MY DISMAY, I do not own any of the characters or other…things mentioned in this lovely femmeslash fanfiction. J.K. Rowling pwns all of it. Believe me. If I could own a Cho of my own. I would. Kthxbai.
Prologue
I've been with boys before. They're sloppy, and I don't care for the way their rough hands forcefully handle my fragile body. Ginny told me once that I'd get used to it, that after awhile it would all evolve into a good thing. I told her I'd give it another try. Ron was the worse. It didn't help that after I told him I just wanted to be friends again, I broke his heart into a million pieces. He said he loved me. I loved him to: as a brother. The same goes for Harry and half of the other boys that came up to me in the halls, asking me for a spot of tea on the next visit to Hogsmeade. I hung my head low and politely declined, before walking away quickly, bushy hair bouncing around my shoulders and nearly dropping my handful of books in the rush around a corner. I didn't like the way they looked at me, the way their eyes seemed to change into a predatory state, the way they fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, the way I got mad if you said no. It was all a routine I was bored with. But I kept telling myself it'd get better. That one day I'd find the boy that would be gentle, soft, know the right words and the right places to touch. That wouldn't do things just for his own satisfaction. It was pointless. I gave up and continued with Ron's assaults and misgivings. It made him happy. That's what counts right? That he's happy. I can suck it up. It'll get better.
Chapter 1
I never thought I'd fall in love with a Quidditch player. They all seemed so full of themselves. The girls all swooned at their feet, and the boys were the worst. If a girl played the game, it was a sign of perfection. They'd drop everything for a female Quidditch player. It was a, "She's one of US! I must have her," sort of deal. I preferred the bookworm type. I had this romantic ideal that I'd be able to have a logical conversation with some skinny intellectual boy with glasses who knew all my positives, and loved all my negatives. I lie to myself a lot. It helps keep me grounded. Better lie to oneself about the truth than know the reality that no such thing exists as love. That it's all the mixtures of stories made up by lonely writers to compensate for the mistakes they've made with significant others. How could a brute jock have any idea what love is? Especially considering it IS just a figment of the world's imagination.
It was the first game of the year, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. I was running late, forgetting that the match was even occurring and instead getting a jumpstart on my Ancient Runes homework instead. 3 meters on the study of Gaelic inscriptions in the Irish Isles! Then I heard the cheering, remembered my duty as Mr. Potter's best friend and Weaseley's blow up doll and figured I'd better make an appearance. Wrapping my scarf around my pale neck, I donned gloves and a hat Ron's mother knitted for me, and grabbed a banner with the Gryffindor's mascot in red upon gold fabric, that would roar when a goal was made by the red and gold fliers. Nearly tripping up the stairs to the Gryffindor box, I sat next to Neville and watched without much enthusiasm. It was close, as always in a Ravenclaw – Gryffindor game, with 100 R & 150 G, when the stands stood up as both seekers seemed to lunge towards the ground in an attempt to grab the swift snitch, before switching directions and losing the golden orb. In the midst of the never-ending chase, Gryffindor gained on the blue and gray, jumping the score to 250. Suddenly, the seekers shot off into the direction of the Gryffindor stands, when I noticed something shiny hovering several meters in front of me. The Ravenclaw jumped off her broom as Harry jerkily aimed his broom back up before hitting the stands. She grabbed hold of the snitch, when it hit me: she's going to hit me! I got out my wand to stop her midair, but it was too late. We collided and my head smacked into the empty wooden space on the bleacher behind me. I had a brief lapse of consciousness, where I was surrounded by what seemed to be a curtain of shining black, and her piercing green eyes with what seemed like tears. I saw her mouth whisper my name before I blacked out again only to wake up the next morning in the ward. She was asleep on the bench by the bed.