Disclaimer: I do not own this. Although that should be clear from the disclaimer on the first chapter! Ah well, guess I just like writing these.
Warnings: The most graphic chapter yet! Testing the limits of the 'T' rating! Kissing! Between girls! If this bothers you then don't read it! This is a sarcastic warning but if you're homophobic you should take it seriously anyway!
A/N: Ok, so I lied, this is NOT, in fact, the last chapter; it just kind of got away from me as I was writing it. I mean, I can see the end coming, but I have no idea how long it will take me to get to it. My least favorite thing is stories that just go on and on, pointlessly, long after they should have reached some sort of conclusion, so I am trying very hard to make this not one of those! Oh, and this is a super-duper long chapter, (it got away from me!) and I guess you could say it's kind of the 'pivotal' chapter, so that's why...anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read! Enjoy! Happy Holidays, whichever they may be for you!
6. Into the night
Hermione was surprised that she hadn't already worn a groove in the floor from all her restless pacing back and forth. She angrily kicked a throw pillow out of her path. Pacing didn't really help, but sitting still was unbearable when her thoughts were still racing around in her head like this. She knew she wouldn't get any rest until she stopped thinking about it, but at the same time she couldn't stop herself from trying to find the solution, the answer – she needed to know what she should do at this point, to make everything right again.
It was all Wanda's fault, but placing the blame on her ex didn't help matters at all. If only she hadn't burst in and attacked when she did – then what? Things had been going pretty well with Ginny, but Ginny hadn't even known she was with Hermione, so things could never have gone farther anyway. Hermione had been planning to end the Herman charade after this one night, of course, but she had never planned on it ending like this.
Ginny was bound to have an abysmal opinion of Herman now, and even though he wasn't a real person, and Ginny would never see him again, it still mattered somehow. Hermione still knew the truth about his identity, and she couldn't stand knowing that Ginny had a bad opinion of her, however indirectly. The fact that Ginny hadn't known it was her at the time, and never would know, didn't matter somehow. It was the principle of the thing.
But there was nothing she could really do about it, nothing she could do to right the wrong. If she told Ginny, it would probably ruin their friendship, strained as it already was after their year apart. There was really no way she even could tell her – she could just picture how that would go: Oh, Ginny, I really want to apologize for last night; I'm so sorry I ran away and abandoned you to my insane ex – oh, you didn't know that was me? What was I doing dressed up as a man, you ask? It was utterly impossible.
On the other hand, if she didn't tell her, then their friendship wouldn't suffer for it, but Hermione would still always know, and besides, Ginny really deserved an apology. Maybe Hermione could write to her as Herman and apologize that way? No, that would just make Herman seem even more pathetic, and Ginny might want to write back to him. Hermione was done being Herman once and for all; she wasn't about to carry on a faked correspondence with Ginny and make the situation even worse.
Hermione dropped to the floor under the open window and banged her head, ineffectively, on a nearby squashy armchair. This line of thought was taking her nowhere, but she couldn't think of anything else. If only Wanda hadn't shown up when she did…Hermione groaned out loud in frustration and banged her head against the arm of the chair again.
Wrapped up in her circular chain of thoughts, she almost missed the tap, tap of an owl's beak on the window glass. She twisted up and craned her neck to see out the window, and was surprised to see Pigwidgeon, Ginny's owl, erratically hovering outside, with a roll of parchment fixed to his leg. Hermione reached up and unlatched the window to let him in before he dashed himself against the glass in his attempts to stay stationary in the air.
The tiny owl fluttered in and did a few quick circuits of the room before he consented to let Hermione untie the parchment from his leg. She had a bad feeling about this – why would Ginny be sending her a letter now? It must mean that she already knew…Hermione's stomach still further. She should have known that this plan was destined to go horribly wrong; she probably deserved whatever was coming to her, just for being so stupid in the first place.
Or maybe Ginny could have sent the letter to Herman? Hermione reasoned, and her owl just delivered it to me? Owls did seem to have an uncanny ability to deliver letters to the right person, so it didn't seem too implausible that an owl could send a letter to someone under a false name. This line of reasoning was dashed, however, as soon as Hermione saw her own name written on the outside of the scroll, in Ginny's handwriting. Preparing herself for the worst, she unrolled the parchment and began reading.
Dear Hermione,
I hope you're ok! I was so worried about you; I had to deal with Wanda first, but all I wanted to do was follow you right away. I'm coming over now though, we really need to talk. You probably think I'm mad at you, but don't worry, I'm not! (far from it, in fact.)
I was kind of curious to see where that whole Herman thing was going to go, actually, though I guess it was kind of mean of me not to tell you when I figured it out…sorry!! I was having fun with it anyway, didn't think that time would be an issue – otherwise I wouldn't have wasted time playing along. Anyway, if you want to talk, and I hope you do, then could you just let me in? I'm outside…
Love, Ginny
Hermione read the letter again and sunk to the floor, momentarily stunned. The endless chain of thoughts that had been circling in her head finally ground to a halt. Ginny knew, had known for quite a while apparently, and didn't hold it against her. On the contrary, she seemed to have been enjoying the game at least as much as Hermione had been. And she had signed it love…Not that that necessarily meant anything, Hermione quickly reminded herself. Friends did that all the time.
But what did she mean, she had "dealt with" Wanda? Hermione wasn't used to people being protective of her, but that's certainly what it felt like Ginny was doing; from her letter at least. People always trusted that Hermione could deal with things on her own, and that to treat her otherwise would be an insult to her intelligence. Far from feeling patronized by Ginny's apparent protectiveness, though, she felt…warm, somehow. Like she was something worth the attention, someone not to be left alone to deal with things.
Hermione got to her feet and leaned out the window, looking down for Ginny. She was right; they certainly did need to talk.
"Oi! Hermione! Over here!" Ginny's voice came from the air right next to Hermione's head. She jumped, startled, almost hitting her head on the handle of Ginny's broom, which was hovering right next to the window with Ginny on it. She quickly backed away from the window to make room, and Ginny flew in and neatly jumped off her broom, skillfully avoiding crashing into any of the furniture.
"Hi!" she said breathlessly.
"Hi," said Hermione, a bit awkward. She became painfully aware of the distance between them. The last thing she wanted to be far from Ginny, but she didn't quite know what she should do to close the gap between them, or how she should start. Saying things in letters and saying them in person suddenly seemed to be two separate, wholly distinct things.
Ginny looked at her, and her expression changed to something not-quite-definable. "Come here, you," she said, opening her arms, and Hermione gratefully rushed toward them. Ginny started moving toward her too, so that they met somewhere in the middle. Ginny held onto her tightly, as though they had been separated for years rather than just an hour, although really, this was very close to the truth. Hermione had wrapped her arms around Ginny too, and was holding her as close to herself as was practically possible, just to feel the solidness of her body, the proof that she was really there. She let out a great breath that she didn't even realize she had been holding, and relaxed into the hug. She didn't think she would ever want to let go.
"Hey," Ginny said gently, lifting her head from Hermione's shoulder. She looked into Hermione's eyes for a long moment, and something shifted between them. Before, this might have passed for a simple hug between good friends, but now, this was…Hermione gave up trying to classify exactly what it was, in favor of paying attention to the moment as it happened. She found herself getting butterflies, despite all her reasoning to the contrary. Ginny had that look in her eye, was she going to…?
Ginny reached out to tuck an invisible strand of hair behind Hermione's ear, but when Hermione involuntarily leaned in to her touch she dropped the pretext and turned it into a simple caress. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips across Hermione's, and one part of Hermione thought, Oh - I was right, she was going to!, but then it was quiet, because Ginny had leant into the kiss a little more, and Hermione was paying full attention to kissing back. When Ginny stepped away, she smiled and pushed the strand of hair back behind Hermione's ear again, for it really had come out of place this time. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to be able to do that," she said fondly, without dropping her gaze.
"You have?" was all Hermione could think to reply. She was sure she was grinning like an idiot, and her thoughts were circling uncontrollably again, only now it was with a heady happiness, and the thoughts were more along the lines of, She kissed me! Ginny, the girl I've been secretly in love with, forever, just kissed me! She…
Ginny was grinning broadly too, her own head occupied by a similar train of thought. Hermione, the ever-unattainable, was in her arms, and she finally,finally, was allowed to kiss her, and hold her…She leaned in again with the intention of doing just that, but Hermione stopped her motion with a gentle pressure on the shoulders.
"Hang on," Hermione said, still grinning foolishly. She began to struggle with her dress robes. "Help me out of this thing?"
Ginny looked at her half quizzically, half teasingly, with one eyebrow raised. "Moving a bit fast already, aren't we?"
Hermione had the grace to blush, but did not stop her assault on the robes. "No, it's this stupid man-suit I've still got on. I can hardly feel anything through it, it's like wearing armor," while at the same time she was thinking, She said a bit fast, already – does that mean that she expects it to be a good time to move that fast, soon?
Ginny didn't question this explanation for Hermione's sudden desire to disrobe, but just stepped forward and helped as requested; although perhaps with a bit more touching than was strictly necessary along the way. Working together, the two girls soon had the man-suit and the outer robes in a pile on the floor, next to where Hermione had discarded the false mustache earlier. Hermione was left wearing a camisole top and the brown dress pants only, and she saw Ginny give her an appreciative glance. Then they came together again, as though at some unspoken signal, and Hermione said, "Much better…"
She could now feel the contours of Ginny's form pressing against her, and her bare back felt smooth and cool against Hermione's now-robe-free arms. She took her time to explore that back, while Ginny leaned in for another kiss. Hermione made a small, contented sound as warm lips met her own. This was the way things should be.
Some time later, the girls surfaced for air, in a rather more disheveled state then before. The glow from their first kiss had not yet dissipated. If anything it had grown stronger; for they had gone back to staring into each other's eyes with identical foolish grins on their faces. Ginny was still stroking Hermione's cheek with one hand, and Hermione reached up and covered it with her own. "You said, in your letter, that we needed to talk…"
"Oh, right, that…" said Ginny, smiling. They both looked around and realized that they were still standing in the middle of the room, not having moved very far since Ginny arrived. Hermione went around the room selecting a few of the larger pillows, and arranged them into a serviceable pile. The two girls sank down gratefully onto it, lacing their arms about one another again. When neither of them spoke first, Hermione broke the comfortable silence. "You first, you must have plenty of questions; and I certainly owe you the answers."
Ginny smiled and kissed Hermione again, lingeringly, enjoying their new position lying on the cushions. When she broke away, she nestled her head on Hermione's shoulder, so that when she spoke, the breath felt warm and ticklish against Hermione's neck. "Not as many as you might think. I managed to get some things out of Wanda before I cleared her out of here, so I have at least the general picture…"
Hermione shuddered involuntarily at the name, but nothing could really get to her through the golden haze of happiness that enveloped her right now. "Well, I'm sure it must be a totally accurate and unbiased general picture that leaves you with no further questions, right?"
Ginny grinned and rolled her eyes. "Oh god, it was terrible! She made herself out to be the innocent victim, wronged by your irrational mind games. And she's such a bad liar too; it was rather painful to have to watch."
It was Hermione's turn to roll her eyes. "It sounds like you have some stories to tell me, too. But first, I should try to explain all this." She gestured vaguely to indicate all the circumstances leading up to their current position. "Well, I could just start at the beginning and tell you the whole thing, up until this moment, but that would take all night most likely."
Ginny looked eager. "Do, please! I feel like I'm missing a whole year of your life; and I don't like it. Besides, I can't imagine having survived that Wanda character for a year, and not needing to talk about it."
That was true enough. So Hermione began at the point where they had split ways the year before, and proceeded to tell Ginny everything that she had made herself leave out of her letters. The story was interrupted by much kissing and hair-stroking, and more kissing, and plenty of hand-holding when they weren't doing anything else, but eventually it all came out.
"Well, I went and got my parents from Australia, like I told you, and fixed everything up back home. It's scary how you can get used to not having parents; it was almost stranger having them back…anyway, after a month I had to leave for my internship in America that I set up with Professor McGonagall…well, you know about all that, you were there when I did it...
"The department I was in, in the American Ministry, was very small – there were only six of us, including me, and luckily we all got along famously. Two of the girls were actually lesbians, which really surprised me at first – I don't think anyone would be so open about that in the British Ministry! But anyway, we got to talking, and they found out that I was interested in girls too, so –"
"Wait, how long have you been interested in girls for?" Ginny interrupted. "During Hogwarts even? Because I was pretty certain that you weren't interested in anyone at all, be they man, woman, or centaur. And believe me, I spent more than my fair share of time thinking about it!"
Hermione smiled wistfully. "Well, some people are just less demonstrative of their interest, you know. Besides, I was still working it out for myself, so I wasn't about to go about proclaiming far and wide my burning desire to bed the nearest attractive man, or woman, or – centaur, or whatever, until I was totally sure of it for myself." They both doubled up with laughter at the terrible mental image conjured by this pronouncement, and had a hard time stopping; every time one of them would slow down, she would look at the other and they would both burst out laughing again harder than before. Eventually Hermione managed to catch her breath, and picked up her story where she had left off.
"Anyway, the girls at work decided to take me around to the clubs they knew about, to meet people, you know, and I agreed to go with them because – well, I was still thinking about you all the time, but I since I was sure that you would never want to be with me that way, I thought it best to just distract myself, meet other people maybe, and just get more comfortable with myself in general. I'm not exactly an expert at this dating thing, you know."
"You were trying to forget me?" said Ginny in a small voice, laughter momentarily forgotten. "Yeah," Hermione said, feeling the old, gnawing regret anew. "I had fallen for you pretty hard by that time, but I was so sure that you would never return my feelings…I thought I would be able to finally move on with my life, if I was in a new place."
"Oh," said Ginny, sounding bereft. "I mean, of course, you were doing what you thought best…"
Hermione squeezed her tighter. "No, I was really stupid about the whole thing. A normal person would have just asked you right out if you liked me, but no, I thought I had it all worked out on my own. I was so sure that you were only interested in men, and that any confession of my feelings would only make life harder for you – there would be nothing at all you could do about it, even if you tried to take it well. Unrequited love is hard enough when only the one person has to deal with it; to force it on someone else is just cruel. I was so sure that I was sparing you this way, and doing the best thing for both of us, even though it wasn't what I wanted…"
Hermione kissed her then for several minutes, hoping to express her regret in a way words could never quite match. "You have no idea how sorry I am…If only I hadn't been so sure of myself then…."
Ginny reached up and pulled her in for another kiss, stemming the flow of words.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Hermione," said Ginny, when she had at last pulled away. "I mean, I don't blame you - It's as much my fault as yours; I never gave you any reason to think I would be interested in you. You did the best you could, knowing what you knew..." It was Hermione who started the kiss this time, and it was a grateful one, that left them both smiling and slightly breathless.
"Now that that's all cleared up," said Ginny teasingly, but the undertones of deep affection showed through anyway, "you haven't gotten to the best part yet…When does Wanda come into this story?"
Hermione shook her head. "Ah, Wanda…" Somehow that whole dreadful episode of her life seemed like just a big joke, now, so full of human drama as to be rendered ridiculous. She felt so detached from it, here in Ginny's arms; and looking back on it, it seemed like it belonged to some other life.
"Well, she and I met the second or third time I went out with Melissa and Anna…my coworkers, you know, the ones who were the lesbians…Not lesbianstogether!" she said, when she saw Ginny's knowing look. "They just shared a flat together. Anyway, I met Wanda, and she just seemed like she knew what she was doing, I guess. I wasn't exactly attracted to her, but I had no idea what kind of person I was attracted to, if not you…
"So when she asked me to go out with her, I agreed; I figured that at the very least, it couldn't hurt." Ginny snorted, by Hermione forged on. "I thought I might learn something, and who knows whether I might become attracted to her more over time. So reasoned out!" Hermione shook her head. "But it wasn't just a harmless little fling; she assumed that we were a couple practically after the first date, and it just went downhill from there. I probably should have realized what a piece of work she was much sooner, but when I finally did, I broke up with her right away. That's when the real trouble started – she refused to admit that we weren't together anymore. I don't know why she even bothered; I must have been the most distant girlfriend anyone's ever had, what with me pining over you every waking hour, and all."
Ginny raised a teasing eyebrow, but let Hermione continue with her story.
"That's why I hardly wrote to you too, which I really felt bad about…I thought about you so much, I was afraid that if I communicated any more than at the bare minimum, the truth would inevitably slip out, and then everything would be ruined forever…"
Ginny's other eyebrow went up, and she said "'Everything ruined forever?' What do you take me for, a fairytale princess? I'm sure I would have been able to handle a little bit of angst from you, even if I hadn't felt the same way. Give me some credit here!" But she softened the harsh words with a playful shove at Hermione's side, which Hermione returned with an equally mischievous poke in the arm, to which of course Ginny had to retaliate. The battle ended in an all-out tickling war, and then, predictably, more kissing. This had to be the single most physical conversation that Hermione had ever had, without a doubt.
Hermione picked up her story where she had left it off, still giggling. "So I had broken up with her, but she just didn't give up. She would follow me around, and act like we were still together, even though I told her a million times that we weren't. I started asking around, after a few weeks of this, and apparently she's done the same exact thing to her last three exes. I heard rumors about her using the Imperiocurse on one of them, after she refused to get back together out of her own free will, and that's when I started to get really worried. I had a friend in Magical Law Enforcement keep an eye out, and she sort of faded away after that. Stopped coming around my flat so often, didn't talk to me when we met in the street, et cetera. It stayed like that for a few months, and I started to let my guard down.
"I didn't date anyone after that though; it didn't seem worth the bother…and my friends always teased me about how often I would dance with redheads, anyway." She rolled her eyes and Ginny gave her hand a squeeze. "Wanda wasn't really gone though; I think she took my failure to obtain another girlfriend right away as a sign we were still together, despite every other sign to the contrary; and she started getting really suspicious when it came time time for me to leave for England. I think she got the idea that I was packing off to a foreign country to escape her clutches and have clandestine meetings with a secret lover, or something."
"Oh, and I wonder where she could have gotten that idea from!" said Ginny in tones of broad irony.
"Shh you! I didn't plan on meeting up with you clandestinely as my secret lover at the time, you know!"
Ginny propped herself up on one elbow to look at Hermione. "What was your plan, then?"
Hermione sighed. This was the part of the story she was the least proud of, and the part that Ginny was never to have known. Ginny deserved the truth though, which was the least Hermione could do for her after – well, after everything that she had done. She steeled herself to divulge the truth, uncomfortable as it was. "Well, it was all rather ignoble and sneaky of me, and nothing I'm proud of," she said apologetically.
Ginny wasn't phased. "Well, it already happened, and I was there for most of it, remember? And you seemed perfectly chivalrous and gentlemanly at the time…ignoble is the last word that springs to mind." She batted her eyelashes ridiculously at Hermione, causing the other girl to laugh despite herself. "Sneaky, though, definitely does spring to mind. But in quite a good way. Do carry on!"
"All right, all right. So, to make a long story short, I devised a plan to spend a romantic evening with you, without you knowing it was me. I thought that it would help me get you out of my system, so that I could have a better chance at moving on this time. See, don't I sound like a terrible person? Taking advantage, just to get what I wanted…"
"Hermione," said Ginny, taking Hermione's chin in her hand and staring intently into her eyes. "Taking advantage is when you snatch a girl into a dark alley, overpower her, and have your way with her. I believe what you did in this case could be more accurately called 'showing me a good time.'" Ginny couldn't help but laugh at the look of outright incredulity on Hermione's face, but sobered up to reassure her further.
"Hermione, come on! What was so bad about what you did? You dressed up as a really weird guy and danced with me when no one else would have done anyway because I was being so sulky and antisocial, and took me for a romantic walk around the lake, and fed me magical champagne, and looked doe-eyes at me the whole time … it was wonderful! And all I had been expecting from tonight, really, was to talk with my friends some, get tipsy later just because we're allowed to now, dance with some boys I didn't fancy just because they asked, and then go to bed in the empty dorm, and probably spend an embarrassingly long time awake thinking about you, if I didn't fall asleep right away…In what way was dressing up as "Herman" and crashing my graduation bad compared to that?!"
Hermione grudgingly half-smiled, but still seemed distressed. She buried her face in the pillows and mumbled something that sounded like "but, selfish!" Ginny dragged her back up and started running her fingers slowly through her hair, looking at her earnestly.
"For someone who prides herself on her rationality, you're really not doing this issue justice at all. Haven't you ever heard about the ends justifying the means? I mean, if you hadn't done all this, disguised yourself and all…well then we wouldn't be here, would we? Together? That makes it worth it for me." She looked searchingly in Hermione's eyes.
Hermione allowed herself to smile. "Yeah, you're right. It's just this is not what I planned on happening; the whole point was for you never to find out…My original goals were totally ignoble, and all kinds of selfish, and I never in a thousand years guessed that we'd end up together because of it…"
Ginny broke into a wide, sunny, heartbreakingly beautiful smile, and slid her fingers into Hermione's hair. Hermione sighed as she felt the tickle of Ginny's fingers against her scalp, and smiled herself. Who would have thought that she and Ginny would end up together? A part of herself still had trouble believing it was true; how could it be true? She had certainly wished for something like this to happen, but knew that it was not possible. Wishing for something never really makes it come true, no matter how hard you wish. But a bigger part of her knew that they were undeniably here now, together – there was Ginny, solid and real, right there in front of her. And oh god, she was twining her hands through Hermione's hair, and her eyes had become bright with passion, and she was pulling Hermione closer toward them, and she felt herself being swept away.
"Oh, Ginny –" she managed to gasp out, in a tone that was grateful and imploring at the same time. Then Ginny's lips were on hers, and talking became superfluous. She lost track of whose hands were where, and whether she was next to Ginny or leaning over her or being pressed under her weight. A wave of shivering heat passed through her, and she could tell that Ginny felt it too by the way she breathed out loud and moved within Hermione's arms, and pulled her closer. Hermione wasn't aware of which of them took her shirt off, but something had apparently happened to the top of Ginny's dress robes by that time, because she was certainly aware of the shock of skin on her chest, warm and smooth and Ginny, so close. And then Ginny took Hermione's lips in a searching kiss that went on and on, running her hands over Hermione's body as though to assure herself that it was really there.
It felt like something had solidified between them, at last, but Hermione was never one to trust a simple feeling, untested. "So do you –" Hermione started, but Ginny laid a finger on her lips.
"Shh, enough with talking! We already had plenty enough of that before." She let her finger trace Hermione's lips, and hummed contentedly. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
Hermione shook her head, smiling. "No, you never did -" Ginny bent and left a trail of kisses along Hermione's collarbone, making Hermione shiver. "But do feel free to, now, if you like," she managed to say before Ginny captured her lips again. Well, maybe she didn't have to analyze every feeling to death. There was a time for talking, and then there was the time for just lying back and feeling.
-fin-
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