Disclaimer: I obviously do not own anything by JK Rowling.
A/N: On a side note. This story is inspired by a few different Ani DiFranco songs. No this is not a song fic, there will be no inserted lyrics, or singing to piano.. I find that sort of stuff obnoxious and annoying unless done well. However, Ani Difranco is what I listen to when I write, hence the title of the story. So take a listen if you want to understand where the story may or may not be going. Its not necessary, but who knows, you might actually like the music. There's a plus.
Chapter Two: Three Days Previous
Hermione giggled happily, the booze had worked its way through her system and she felt free and alive. Her swinging, stumbling gait was matched by another girl, also inebriated. They were tottering along to Hermione's parents house after a rather interesting house party thrown by one of Hermione's muggle friends. It was close to dawn, the morning dew just settling on the grass with the faint chirping of birds, and a pink sky above them. The girl she was with paused in the middle of the deserted street, glancing at the horizon. Leaning on Hermione, she wrapped pale arms around her petite waist from behind, buried her face in Hermione's curls and whispered in her ear.
"Look love, see the sky, isn't it beautiful first thing in morning?" Her voice was soft velvet as Hermione gazed up at the rising sun. Turning to face the girl, Hermione whispered back,
"Not as beautiful as you," she smirked before kissing the girl softly on her full rose lips, and molding into the delicate warmth before her.
"C'mon, lets head inside,' the girl giggled, 'I'm not so fond of you in clothes right now," before placing long pale fingers under the top of Hermione's ripped black jeans. Hermione grabbed her hand, leading the girl into one of the numerous brownstones that ran the length of the street. Quietly she inserted her key, turning the lock gently, and slowly pushed open the door. Both girls hurried inside, desperately trying to make as little noise as possible. They crept up the stairs, grimacing at the creaks and sighs of ancient wood. Pausing at the top of the stairs, Hermione grasped the girls hand tighter, waiting for the tell tale snores. Smiling at the loud roar from her parents room, Hermione lead the girl to another room at the end of the hall. Shutting the door quietly, Hermione giggled again.
"Home, finally," she said before settling on a squashy queen bed with the red and gold of a Gryffindor duvet. Pulling off her sneakers, she grabbed the other girl's waistband.
"So your still wearing clothes, hmmm, we should fix that," quickly and deftly Hermione removed the other girls clothes and her own. Until all that was left naked flesh. The girl was beautiful, her skin was creamy white, where as Hermione's was a faint golden brown. Her hair was silky and black, long and straight. The thing Hermione loved the most however, was her eyes, they sparkled a sea foam grey, beautiful and full of light.
The girl climbed past Hermione, into the gigantic comfy bed,
"you coming to bed?" She asked innocently, patting the empty spot next to her. Hermione grinned before sliding beneath gold sheets, landing almost on top of the girl. Slowly she played with a strand of hair that was curled on the girl's breast, watching her chest rise and fall, her nipples swollen and wanting. Gently, she tucked the lock behind the girl's ear, before kissing her, this time passionately and forcefully.
Hermione awoke the next morning to sound quite unlike any other. The sun beating into the tiny room burned her bleary eyes as she stared at the aghast woman before her.
"Morning mum, what time is it?" Hermione questioned sleepily, unaware of the horrified look fleeting across her mothers face, or that the Gryffindor duvet was snugly wrapped around only the other girl's waist. Leaving her bare from the navel up.
"Ermm its..ahh seven-thirty, may I ask who your guest is?" Hermione's mother sputtered, trying to regain composure. Hermione's eyes widened as the neurons started firing away, quickly she looked over her shoulder, grimacing at the sight her mother had been privy to. 'Shit shit shit shit, do I lie? Too late. What do I say? Oh hey mom this is my girlfriend and oh yeah no more grand-kids for you. Fuck it. Okay Hermione, time to wing it.' Hermione squeezed aching eyes closed, head pounding as she weighed her options. The girl in question chose this time to gracelessly roll over, mouth open wide as she breathed toxic morning-after-drinking fumes directly at Hermione's mother. Mother wrinkled her nose in disgust as the foul stench washed over her, making only small 'tut tut' noises in anger. Hermione knew there was no saving face, no more lies and back-pedals. There was no covering her ass this time.
"Mom, this is Charlotte, she's my girlfriend," Hermione stated quietly, watching as hell-fires rose before her, to come and blacken her flesh, wound her in the name of redemption.
A/N: Hello everyone. I have to say I was shocked, and pleased by the amount of followers and favorites..it was strange. I have to apologize for the delay in updating and the shortness of the Chapter. I, the idiot I am, managed to get another job. So now I spend 15 - 16 hours a day working and the rest sleeping. Updates will be in short spurts not so often, but I will try more often to post. Believe it.
On another note, I am just letting everyone know..the reason there is no sex scene will be played out later on. It, is however, rated M for a reason, so deal with it.