My first fic.
Hope it's good enough for people to read. ; 3;
DISCLAIMER: J.K.R OWNS THEM.
I wish I did. v.v
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She was beautiful.
The light catching on her hair when I first saw her brought words to my mind that weren't even in my vocabulary at the time. I was too young. Too young to know why she appealed to me so. Too young to know what feelings my brother had when he was looking at her in that way. And too young to know what made my belly twist and my heart stop when she smiled. I remember I watched her from the top of the stairs, watched her talk and laugh with Ron and Harry, watched her cross her legs and be amazed by her elegance. I watched the way she tried to put her hair behind her ear but how it would all just spring out in a few minutes and she'd do it again. I remember that I was smiling too, grinning almost, at watching her, I found the annoyed faces she made at Ron's stupid comments and Harry's naivety amusing. She acted almost like their mother. And I know now that she thinks she is. A mother, out to protect them. Her first friends.
After she had left, I remember asking my brother who she was in an excited sort of childish way, I know I wasn't that young but she made me feel insignificant and small…but at the same time my mind was soaring and I couldn't figure out why I just wanted to know her. I wanted her to know me, and I wanted to shout out "Hey, you're beautiful! Tell me who you are and like me!" Now that I look back on it I feel stupid and wish I would have handled it differently, but that is only my easily embarrassed teenage side talking, and I know then whenever I talk to her I may still come off as childish, but that's only because she's so damn smart. But Ron, my bother, just thought I was high on sugar and said "Hermione."
Hermione.
Still to this day it's a name that rings through my body and makes me want to have her. To touch her and taste her, to make her want me. I'm older now, and Hogwarts is my location as I'm thinking about her, it's not very hard when she's laying behind me in her bunk fast asleep. I've seen her sleeping so many times that I know she looks peaceful, when she sleeps she has the aura that nothing could touch her, no worries or cares. No one can touch her. But I want to touch her so bad. Just touch her hair or brush her face with my fingers, just to let her know that I want her and I'll always be there for her. But she doesn't know I'm here. Because she's sleeping and when she's sleeping she's an angel. And normal people can't touch angels.
I shift my legs, I've been sitting on this window sill for the longest time, not moving. It seems like dinner was forever ago and I realize it was when I look at the clock. I chuckle quietly, time flies when you're reminiscing. I get up and stretch my athletic muscles pulling and releasing tension and I start to walk to my bunk, bare feet padding softly against the hardwood of our sleeping dormitories. I glance at her as I walk past, I always do. I can't help it. My amber eyes travel over her form, her wild curly hair, her silhouette, picking out where her well developed chest is, her hips, her.. I glance away quickly hopping into bed feeling too hot. I wanted her so bad. Pulling the blankets over my head I try to calm my body, the hormones raging through it are driving me fucking crazy! Pushing my red hair out of my face I turn onto my side and try to fill my head with thoughts of supper and my talk with Harry. That would do anything but turn me on.
He asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him. I remember I was so surprised I choked on my treacle tart. He looked nervous and I knew he wasn't joking and I.. wanted to die. Or shoot myself in the face. But I said yes anyway.. Maybe that would make Dean leave me alone. Dammnit that boys were the easiest to get a good time with, even while they're fucking me I think of Her. It's the only way I'll get off, and I'm pretty lucky that I don't scream out her name while I'm gripping the sheets and moaning. They think it's them. They think they're good. Hah! It's funny that all my thoughts return to her, how her face and laugh just swirl around in my brain like fog in the Quiddich field. I sigh and cuddle into the blankets, thinking about her face until finally feeling sleep on the edge of my brain. Even then she doesn't leave me she just welcomes sleep in like a roommate, saying "This is my home, so you'll have to share.". But sleep already knows, it knows she's been in my brain since I was 11 and it knows to bring it's own toothbrush.
"Ginny.. Open your legs." Hermione commands against the redheads ear. Their skin was sweaty and bare and Ginny did what she was told, wanting Hermione so bad it was aching and her heart was pounding against her ribcage. So she pushed her breasts against Hermione's, body language saying 'I'm yours, I'm yours'. Hermione kissed the redheads neck and slid down her body, kissing the nipples, the belly, the inside of the pale thighs, and as Ginny mewed and writhed gently she breathed on the aching place between her legs, smiling down on the fine ginger hair there. Ginny moaned softly at the look Hermione had on her face, wanting her to do it, she could feel herself becoming more wet and was a little self conscience. The brunette chuckles and kissed the hair before running her tongue between the lips, tasting her, showing her want. Ginny gasped and curled her toes "'Mione.." she breathed softly. Hermione licked her and kissed her, wanting her to feel ecstasy and feeling her own at Ginny's moaning. The redhead arched her back gripped the sheets, sweaty and on fire, her body was about to explode. She knew she didn't have long and she knew that Hermione knew it too. Hermione squeezed one of Ginny's legs, her other had hand moved between her own legs touching herself, getting off on the taste of Ginny, the smell of her, the look of her… Ginny's eyes went wide and she tensed and cried out closing her legs around the brunette's head unintentionally, almost as if she wanted to keep her there forever. Hermione chuckled huskily into Ginny, licking out the fluids that had hit her tongue and bit the inside of Ginny's thigh as she came too with a small "Hnnn..!" Panting, she crawled up Ginny's ragged, huffing and sweaty body and pulled Ginny on top of her, panting together. They laid there, in bliss and perfect happiness.
I awoke from the dream in the morning, sweaty and in need. I could hear the other girls mingling with the voices of the guys in the common room and I was glad for the peace. As I sat up and exhaled, I was suddenly aware of another presence and looked over. Hermione was looking at me from a book, a sort of half smile and a funny blush on her face. I could feel at that instant when my insides mewed at how adorable she was. "Morning." I say lazily, with a yawn while inside my mind is screaming at her smile.
"Good morning, Ginny." She says with another smile putting her book down, "Just heading to the library. We have history homework you know." she added with that Know-it-all-tone that drove me crazy with anything but annoyance, but still I sigh. I had forgotten. As I pull my body from bed I'm acutely aware of the aching in my thighs and stomach, my body oversensitive to her watching me. Her brown eyes lighting my body on fire like a torch and I just wanted her to touch me. But instead of turning to her I walked quickly to the showers, needing one badly from all the sweating I probably did that night. I stripped down, my body rippling from the sudden rush of cold and I stood under the hot water, thinking about my dream. It's not the best I've had, but anything is better than what I haven't had. I haven't had her for real. She's never even seen me naked. Not that she'd want to. But I wanted to see her. she never showered in the main shower. She used the prefect bathrooms and I was alone. I had a tendency to sleep in, especially on days where we don't have classes in the morning so everyone else was downstairs getting homework done or in the great hall, eating breakfast. And I was alone. But then I wasn't. I imagined that Hermione was in the shower with me, holding me from behind, her full breasts against my back and her wet hair cascading over my shoulder. I imagined that we were happy together and nothing else in the world could be better. I imagine her reaching around me and sliding her hand down my stomach and to where I want her…
Dressed and ready, I walked to potions with Lavender and Parvati. Lavender was still mad at me for me sleeping with Dean but I ignored her and just listened to Parvati go on about boys, and OMG how DARE Pansy have the same shirt as her! And more stuff of that nature. Scratch that, I ignored her too. I sat at the back of the row with them, directly behind Ron, Harry, and Hermione. I watched the back of her head. She had wonderful hair, it was almost as if she was so full of life that it made a home in her curly hair as well. Unlike mine, which was straight and flat and people could tell just what family I came from by looking at the color. Sometimes I just want to go far away. And take Hermione with me, she could go to Bouxbattons, she'd be pretty enough. And I'll be continue in a regular school and become an auror or pursue my talent in Quiddich. Anything as long as I'm with her and away. But I watched as she brushed her shoulder with Ron's, as they gazed intimately at each other without even realizing… But I understood. And it hurt. I was surprised how the pain hadn't dulled yet although I've watched this everyday, in class, at meals when all of us our hanging out.. I watch them falling in love and I just want to scream "HEY! STOP! What about me? What about me..?" I've cried myself to sleep countless nights over this situation.. No.. It wasn't a situation. It was an inevitability. And there was nothing I could do but watch and hurt. And keep living and learning and fucking boys pretending they were her. As sick as that is.
Class ended with Snape hurrying us out like an enraged bat, I would have laughed but I was hurting too badly to really notice as I put away my cauldron and debated on walking to the great hall for lunch. In the end I decided on just going back up to my room, I needed a nap or a space.. Space from her… But I could never have space from her, my body seemed hypersensitive to her very being in the school. It tickled and flooded my senses and her smell and soul filled my pores until she was inside of me… But instead of a feeling of pleasure it was an ache.. Because I knew she wasn't really with me. She didn't know what she did to me and I doubted she cared.. I'm the wrong Weasley. I'm not Ron. Ron and his stupid penis. Stupid, stupid Ron.. I hate him at this moment.. For taking away the only think I've ever wanted.. For being the only thing she wants.
I was suddenly aware I wasn't alone, and when I looked out from my four poster bed a saw a beautiful woman. With frizzy curly brown hair and deep brown eyes that could trap your mind and hold it, telling it stories and promises of courage and confidence and I died a little inside. She was looking at me. She was looking at me.
"Hello Ginny. You don't mind if I keep you company? Harry and Ron are being absolutely irritating." She giggles almost awkwardly as if we weren't almost best friends. I smile, trying to act nonchalant."Yeah, go ahead, I was feeling pretty lonely anyway." I clear room for her beside my bed so she could lean against it. So I could smell her. My eyes followed her form into a cross-legged position and I smiled softly again wanting to touch her hair and tell her she has beautiful legs."Did you understand today's potion? Harry and Ron were absolutely useless! I did everything for them.. Of course." She sighed exasperatingly. "Of course." I added in agreement, not sure of what she wanted me to say to her.
"..So.. Ginny.. You said yes to Harry? I'm so happy for you. You finally got what you wanted." She smiles brightly and my heart wasn't sure to sink or explode, but I pulled on an expression that I tried to make look like excitement."I'm surprised he even asked me.. You know how he is.. I thought he liked Cho. But I guess." Giving a lazy shrug, I flick a strand of my long hair behind my shoulder and recline, "I never figured he would ask me."
A small snort resounded in the room, and she looked up at me with those glistening hazel eyes."Are you kidding, Ginerva? You're a perfect specimen of what a male would want. Especially Harry. Everything will be fine, he adores you." That's what I was afraid of.
Wiping blood my nose I grip my broom tightly in one hand, anger burning through my veins. Temper high. I hated Slytherins in their whole entirety. Storming up to the change rooms the rain sloshed in my boots, I was soaked to the bone on top of everything and braids were stiff with water. I was pretty sure it would be a nightmare getting my goggles out. I pushed the door open angrily, face a snarl and crashed into a warm body, falling on my ass. About to protest, I froze, staring into the amused eyes of my best friend."Ginny! Look at you. You look like a bat out of hell!" She gave little snorting giggles, giddy despite the weather, my mood and Griffindor's crippling loss. Don't you ever get lonely..?
"Yeah, yeah.. Thanks a lot.." Sourly I stood, holding a gloved hand out to help her up. We walked side by side to the lockers where I stripped down, too grumpy to be self conscious around her. Hermione walked and grabbed a towel, helping to dry my hair. It was a scene I look back on, if I hadn't been so miserable I would have noticed the closeness, the care she took to squeezing the water gently from my hair, the intimacy
.. Hermione.. Don't you ever get lonely..?
Changed and dry, we sat together on the bench by the lockers. She talked about her day, her homework, her studies. Her voice rising to a staccato when she was excited, her cheeks becoming red. Her voice lowering to a disapproving tone when talking about the boys. I hung to every word, watched every expression, heard every echoing note that came from those soft full lips. I smiled, laughed, and grew excited with her, nodded disapproval of my brother with her. It was hours before Professor McGonagal came to shoo us out, scolding Hermione for knowing better. We walked side by side in the rain to the castle, still talking, still laughing, still being best friends. We brushed each others hair as we got ready for bed, still laughing and telling stories. Laying in my bed long after midnight, I couldn't pull the smile off of my face. I cuddled in my blankets remembering what she had told me, how close we had been. I heard a shuffle, and the sound of someone rising from their bed, my breath quieted. I felt the bed lower as someone kneeled, then the warmth as the pressed themselves against my back. My breath hitched now, her scent filled my head. "Moine'..?" I could feel her smile, and I was too shocked to say anything more. We lay in silence for what felt like forever before I slipped into a comfortable sleep. Her hand around my hips and her incredible warmth at my back.
In the morning I felt cold, I shivered and looked around. I had slept in again, and I was alone. It must have been another dream. Sighing solemnly, I stood, raking my fingers through my long knotted hair. The dormitories were particularly cold that morning and like a de-ja-vu, I could hear the girls downstairs talking in the common room. It was like my life was a skipping record, or on repeat. The same sounds, same feelings, same longings, same loneliness. Little did I know that this day would change everything, that this day would break the pattern my life had fallen in.