Just a short, sweet little oneshot. I'm happy with how this one turned out, I hope you are too.
Love is like falling.
And falling is like this.
It's fast,abrupt even. You never know you're falling until you're there, and then, it's to late. You can't stop yourself, and if you do manage to stop yourself, it's by some stroke of luck. More often than naught, you catch yourself on an outstretched arm and end up hurting yourself in the process. It's so quick you don't realize your hand shoots out to stop the fall until you're laying on the ground looking up at the world wondering what happened.
Falling is a rush. Adrenaline runs through your body quickly, it gets you pumped, makes you ready for what lies ahead. Your heartbeat quickens, breath quickens, and you're left wondering what is going on because you have no idea. Even after the fall, you're left laying on the ground, eyes wide open, curious. How could it have happened? Nothing in front of you tipped you off. How is it even possible?
And that is how love is.
It's quick. Abrupt. It gets your heart beating faster and faster, you feel such a huge adrenaline rush, and then you feel like you can conquer anything. And like falling, Hermione Granger was never sure how it happened. She never saw herself falling for Ginny Weasley. It was never a thought. Never a wish.
And now, here she is, in love with one Ginny Weasley and she can't even begin to think about when it happened. In her mind there never was a reason, a cause for falling in love. All she knew is that she was. It blind sided her, much like an oponent wanting to win a fight by playing dirty.
But Ginny wasn't fighting. She was fighting nothing. She didn't fight Hermione when she leaned in that evening in the dark corridor to place a gentle kiss to soft lips. She didn't fight when Hermione did it again, this time outside underneath the stars on a warm summer's night. She didn't fight when Hermione pulled her close, slowly kissing the soft, bare skin of her neck, or when she said "I love you".
Ginny never fought her. So how did love hit her like this?
It's all love, and love is always like falling.