Chapter Three: Dark Blue
Her entire body was on fire, and it was then that she identified what emotion had been in Hermione's eyes.
Lust.
Her mind half addled with need, Ginny quickly pulled Hermione to her feet dragging her toward the bedroom. As they went clothes were thrown in all directions littering the floor like fallen flowers. Ginny pushed Hermione on the bed her thumb tracing delicate patterns on her thigh through the hole in her dress. Ginny's black skinny jeans were long gone, replaced only by small red briefs, her once pristine white shirt becoming hopelessly crumpled as she pressed her body against Hermione's. Ginny's hands slid to Hermione's hips slowly pulling the cotton dress higher until she grasped the edge of the striped material pulling it over Hermione's head and throwing it to the floor. Hermione's breasts ached through her push-up bra as she arched against her. Ginny removed the band in Hermione's hair making her long honey brown hair drift down her back.
Ginny moaned as Hermione removed her white shirt gently cupping her cotton clad breast. She deftly removed her sports bra, freeing Ginny's pale smooth flesh. Hermione leaned forward capturing one of Ginny's pert rosy bud her mouth. She sucked at it deliberatly, elicting another low moan from Ginny. Through lust clouded eyes Ginny saw Hermione withdraw from her breast and calmly stand. She slid the straps of her bra off her sholders smiling shyly at Ginny. With intenional slowness she slid her bra from her body revealing golden orbs with hard dark nipples. Her lacy black knickers were the next to go as she slowly climbed back over to Ginny.
Pushing her onto the bed Ginny liesurely licked her way down Hermione's body, remembering and memorizing every new curve and freckle. Placing two soft kisses on either side of each thigh Ginny settled herself between Hermione's legs. She looked up and into Hermione's eyes seeing desperation as Ginny's hot breath caressed her.
"Please..." Hermione moaned. Ginny yeilded to her lovers plea, leaning down she devoured the sumptous feast before her. Within moments Hermione's broken cries of pleasure could be heard echoing through the room as she reached her climax. Ginny laid down next her. She couldn't believe how surreal the entire situation was. Hermione was back, after months of laying in bed late at night alone, after month of waking up her name on her lips, after months blood, sweat, and tears, Hermione was actually there. Satisfied chocolate brown eyes met intense dark blue.
Hermione rolled Ginny's red briefs down her thighs, her hands stroking the new feel of her strong mucles. The offending red fabric was thrown to the floor. They continued to stare at eachother as Hermione touched the silken heat between Ginny's legs. Ginny gasped at the sensation, Hermione smiled impishly at her slowly sliding a finger inside. Ginny arched to her moving her body against her hand. Her orgasm hit her with consuming force, her body rocked and undualated, she couldn't hear anything not even her own incoherant words.
It slowly subsided and Hermione laid next to a very content Ginny. Half lidded blue eyes watched as Hermione pulled the sheet over them. Ginny curled her arms around Hermione as they drifted off to sleep, fitting together like pieces of a broken puzzle.
The next morning Ginny woke to an empty bed. Damn, that was some dream. She thought, but she quickly realized that her broken jaw was not part of said dream. It ached worse now that the endorphins and addreline from the previous day had wore off. She stumbled out of bed quickly swallowing two asprins dry. She pulled on black trousers and a grey shirt on the way out of her room.Walking down the hall towards the bathroom Ginny heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She walked into the kitched to find Hermione dressed only in her lacy black knickers and one of Ginny's old shirts, standing on the counter trying to reach something in one of the top most cupboards.
The coffee pot was gurgling happily as Hermione hummed to herself. Ginny leaned in the door way admiring the scene. It hadn't been a dream the serendipidous events of the night before were true and Ginny's look on life was getting brighter by the second. Hermione hopped off the counter finally spotting Ginny in the doorway.
"Oh, I umm, hope you don't mind I started coffee and I was looking for something for breakfast other than that chocolately ceral, oh I borrowed on of your shirts I don't mean to-" But Hermione's nervous babbling was silenced as Ginny stepped over and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Hermione blushed looking down at her feet.
"You look beautiful standing half naked in my kitchen wearing one of my shirts, and the added smell of coffee is a definate plus." Ginny said stepping over and retreving two mismatched coffee mugs. She suddenly became embarssed about her flat. It was kind of shabby, she shopped at thrift stores she had even traded away a majority of her old things trying to save as much money as possible. When her mother had died she had inherited The Burrow but it was impossible to live there and even more impossible to sell. Every dark wizard alive knew where the Weasley house was, and everyone else knew it wasn't safe. Their savings had been next to nothing, so Ginny had taken all the old funiture, used what she could and traded or sold the rest. Then Ginny became embarssed by the lack of food in the house. She wasn't home very much, mostly Arnie fed her strange vegetable concoctions of his saying that would "Keep your strength up". Or she would eat at the diner.
Ginny went to the coffee pot and poured two cups of coffee, black. They used to take them with cream and sugar when they had been living at Head Quarters, staying up late into the night helping to plot and plan with the order. Slowly but surely the need for surgar and cream was replaced but the need to stay up longer and later, so they weaned themselves and now Ginny couldn't drink it any other way.
"I'm rather sorry about the lack of food, I'm not here very much and I just got payed yesterday. I was hoping to do some shopping today..." Ginny trailed off uncertainly. She didn't know what Hermione planned to do or what was going to happen.
Hermione sipped her coffee thinking. Her life had changed, again. She thought by now that she would have built up some sort of immunity to the shock of things changing fast, but she hadn't. Hermione liked to know what to expect, it was something she hadn't realized she liked so much until the constant wondering of What is going to happen now? had been left behind when she moved out of the wizarding world, people she knew weren't dieing left and right, she wasn't confined to Head Quarters, she wasn't always worring. Except in a way she was, she had always been wondering about Ginny, sometimes vauge thoughts about other members of the Order had flitted through her head but she pushed them firmly out of her mind. Hermione suddenly realized that Ginny was looking at her as if waiting for a response.
"Oh...I'm sorry...I was lost in thought." Hermione looked down into the shiny dark liquid.
"It's okay...I was just apoligizing for not having anything for breakfast is all." Ginny had seen her eyes darken, and wondering what she had been thinking about.
"It's a bit late for breakfast anyway, it's already half-past noon." Hermione said glancing at the clock.
"I have to train with Arnie at one." Ginny said uncomfortabley.
"I need to go home and take a shower anyway...Would you like to come over to my flat later tonight? I'll fix you a real dinner. I have a show at midnight, but if you want to come over around nine or so that would be...great." Her last word fell short of what she was trying to convey. That seeing Ginny again was all she ever wanted, that she couldn't possibley stand returning to the faded black and white world that she had been living in for the past eleven months, the world that didn't have that flame of red hair or the glow of dark blue eyes.
"I'd love to." Ginny said simply. Hermione smiled and went to put on her own clothes. Ginny inhaled the rest of her coffee, glancing back at the clock she realized that she had about twenty minuets to get dressed and get over to Arnies without being late. She headed toward the bathroom as Hermione came out of her bedroom, once again wearing the striped cotton dress.
"I'm going to go...I'll see you tonight." Hermione gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed toward the door. Turning back one last time to flash Ginny a brillant smile. Ginny went and locked the door behind her. She settled on the floor her back against the door, trying to decide what emotion it was bubbling in her chest. She sighed. So this is what it feels like to happy. I'd forgotten.
The next few weeks preceaded in much the same way. Hermione helped Ginny fix up her flat some, painting the walls a sage green color. Ginny convinced Hermione to go on a jog with her, Hermione soon found herself enjoying running more than she had ever thought she would. Her dancing ablitiy had also improved because of her new running muscles. Draco had even been able to get her a better time slot at the club. Ginny found that Draco, despite her reservations, was a good guy. During Gin's six year Draco had been in hiding at Head Quarters, a time he refuses to speak about. Ginny thought these things over as she finished her six mile run, which ended conveinetly at Hermione's flat.
Ginny climbed the stairs, wondering how it was possible that her life had brought her here. It was odd, she would have thought that by now she'd be working for the minstry of magic or getting married. The getting married thing scared her slightly. It made her wonder what Hermione wanted to do, but for some reason they never seemed to talk about the future. Sure, they could talk about two weeks from now but not years, it seemed like they were putting their lives on hold, waiting for Harry or someone to do something. Deciding that she would talk to Hermione about the future, she knocked on the door of apartment number 17.
"Gin, the door's unlocked." Hermiones voice sounded from behind the door. Ginny walked in to the familar dark blue living room, to see Hermione across the way in the kitchen. But her attention was drew to something even more important. There sitting on the counter was a cheesecake.
"You made cheesecake! " Ginny exclaimed as she went to examine it's smoothe creamy perfection.
"I made so that you won't be mad at me." Hermione said in a mischevious way. Ginny gave her a sharp look.
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"I invited Draco over for dinner." Hermione walked around the counter to Ginny. "Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, Draco's okay, I just...I wanted to talk to you tonight." Ginny looked away akwardly.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione put her hands on Gin's face, looking into her eyes.
"The future." Ginny said trying to read Hermione's reaction. But suddenly there was a knock at the door. They stepped apart.
"We will most definately talk about this later." Hermione said in a way, that made Ginny scared and excited at the same time. Hermione opened the door to reveal Draco Malfoy. He looked a little worse for wear dark circles under his eyes, but his clothes were impeccible as always, his mouth quirked into it's ever present smirk.
"Hey Weasley, it is nice to see you, but I'd rather not have to smell you." Ginny realized that she was still in her running clothes.
"I'm going to go change before dinner, and you can call me Ginny you know." She smirked back him. Draco Malfoy's sense of humor was just one that took awhile to get use to.
"Alright Ginny, what is that on the counter there." Hermione had bustled back into the kitchen, but Draco was pointing to the cheesecake.
"That's a cheesecake. Don't you know what a cheesecake is?" Ginny was alarmed, how could you go your whole life without having a cheesecake?
"Cheesy cake? That sounds disgusting." Draco went examine the cake.
"What is wrong with you? You've never had cheesecake before?" Ginny said skeptically.
"No I haven't, and I have a list of what's wrong with me but I think it's in my other coat." He started sniffing the cheesecake. "It doesn't smell like cheese." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." Ginny called to Hermione. "Take your time, dinner is still in the oven."
Ginny gathered some spare clothes and took a short but warm shower. The water soothed her sore muscles, but she felt stronger than before. She had another fight coming up soon, it would be the most difficult one yet. She stepped out of the shower and towled off, quickly slipping on blue jeans and a green t-shirt. Drying her hair she went out toward the living room but stopped when she heard them talking.
"So you haven't told her yet." Draco said in his confident way.
"No I haven't, I just haven't found the right time yet. She told me tonight, she wanted to talk about the future." Hermione sounded worried.
"You need to tell her, she has a right to know." What are they talking about!? Ginny wasn't in the habbit of eves dropping but this was just too weird.
"Ginny...I just don't know if she'd want to know, she's got so many other things to worry about as it is-" But Draco cut her off.
"Oh, as if you don't have other things to worry about, this isn't a burden you should have to bare alone." Draco said the last part so softly Ginny could barely hear him.
"But you know..." Hermione started.
"But we were never friends, or lovers." Draco added.
Ginny decide that now would be the time to figure this out. She stepped out from behind the door her confusion evident. Hermione took a sharp breathe her hand flying to cover her mouth. Draco just smirked.
"I think we have a lot to talk about." Ginny said in a way that said 'I'm trying no to jump conclusions.'
"Well, that was easier than you thought it was going to be." Draco started to laugh. Then Hermione started to laugh, and Ginny couldn't help herself started to laugh too. And all three were just laughing for awhile. And Ginny wasn't sure if her conclusions were right, but at least Hermione kept something from her out of concearn for her rather than Hermione doing something bad. The prevading feeling that everything would all work out was still there.
Plus if I have cheesecake, I can probably handle any news.
AN: Sorry, it took me awhile to get over my writers block, and to find the time to start writing. I would love to hear what you think, about the lemon or, what you think Hermione was hidning from Ginny so please, please reveiw!