Is This Love

Cigarettes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Don't sue. Courtrooms smell funny.

Warning: Femmslash. Eh… bad words? I'm such a potty mouth.

Thanks:

Zelz Saihitei: Yes. I can see very clearly. Well, except for in my right eye because… I dunno but everything is just weird when I close my left eye. Not weird but like… eh, whatever. Yes, Hermione can be a badass too. Thank you. Your writing is very, very impressive. Your stories are great. Very depth-y. Haha.

Jezebel Malice: Woohoo. First you grin at the pain now you smile at the OOC and AU-ness. Thanks for the review.

Reno741: I'm tellin' ya fool. Write some more of your story. I don't mind you reading and reviewing mine in your spare time but hey, I like reading stuff too. Haha

Lady Felton:) Hehe. Yay! Ginny would be a bit better that way huh. I'll take that into consideration. Thanks.

Animosity: Very bizzaro. Yes. Permission to threaten and praise alike. Thanks for the review. :)

Whew: Spike me? …I don't get it… I feel slow. Yeah. It doesn't sound very fun. I don't wanna get sticked either. Sounds… un-fun. Thanks.

Slayer: Eh… so I'm an old fart huh? My birthday is coming up… I'm really starting to feel like an old fart. Well, thanks anyway.

Elle: Hehe. I got tired of making Hermione all stuffy and Ginny so straight forward. I liked switching them. Haha. That's just me, trying to be different again. It's fun. And if you end up not liking the switch blame Jacqui, its all her fault (she's gonna kill me for this statement). Yep. Thanks. :)

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Jacqui: Damn you! I'm allergic to your dog! And you let it lay all over my blankie and my pillow and I have dog hair all over my backpack. You like it eh? Then you better review. Every. Single. Chapter. Oh yeah… you made a little typo by the way. :) Sex kitten…? Eh, at least you reviewed huh. Guess what… I got a rainbow light bulb. How're your deformed nuts:)

Yeah. Here's the second chapter fools! Check it…

000

So you say that I am X rated
You suffer from the lack of sex
Black heart and your lipstick smeared
Your points are trite, and I'm too sober
To deal with you running over
Your same pathetic clichéd lines

You, say that you want respect
Well then you better get some for yourself
'Cause all that I see right now
Is someone who's lost and insecure

Don't try to be cute with me
'Cause I know you hate yourself
And you'd end your stupid lies now
But you're too spineless

'Lady in a Blue Dress' Senses Fail

000

Ginny sat, sulking. She hated morning. Morning and Ginny didn't get along. And the memories of the previous night weren't settling well with her either. They left her angry, indignant, thoroughly embarrassed and uneasy.

"I don't think you should be bossing me around Granger, considering that I'm a Pre-"

The red head was cut off by amused laughter. The silky sultry sound accosting her ears. It seemed to fuel her detest of the other woman. Hermione smirked, her eyes twinkling in the scant lighting. Clearly amused.

"Sorry to burst your bubble Ginny but its already past eleven and if I'm not mistaken, clearly past your curfew. So I suggest you get your cute little Prefect butt to bed." The older woman's ruby lips slid into a full on grin.

Ginny could feel the heat resonating across her cheeks. "You… you can't tell-"

"If you're going to say I can't tell you it's past your curfew you're quite incorrect."

With the elegant raise of an eyebrow and the deepening blush on the red head's cheeks she inquired lamely. "Oh? And what makes you think you override my authority?"

Hermione swooped down towards the other girls blushing face slowly, her actions making Ginny shiver. With both panic and strange anticipation. They were mere inches apart, the older woman licking her bottom lip temptingly. Ginny briefly wondered why she wasn't pushing the brunette back. A soft cheek grazed her own blushing one, it sent shivers reverberating up and down her spine. She resisted the urge to close her suddenly heavy lidded eyes. Hot inviting breath cascaded softly against her ear. Deep, husky, taunting and mocking all at once.

"Oh I dunno Ginny," The hazel-eyed woman made her name sound like something craved, something edible and dripping with desire. "Maybe its 'cause I do override your authority."

"W-what are you-" Her voice felt clogged, restrained. She could barely breathe.

Hermione chuckled. Hot breath rushed against her ear carrying an all too peasant sound. "Doing? What does it feel like I'm doing?"

The red head shivered at the contact, at the way Hermione's lips moved, the way she enunciated that one word. The shiver coursed down her spine and nestled in the pit of her stomach. It made her uneasy. All of it. What the brunette was saying, what she was doing. Ginny wanted to take a leap backwards, reprimand the brunette for getting in her personal space, for not listening to her, for barraging her mind with such pathetic clichéd lines. For flirting so blatantly.

Ginny took a step back, her legs feeling like molasses and her heart beating unusually fast. Her voice sounded like acid when she spoke. Low and raspy but acid nonetheless. "It feels like you're coming on to me. I don't appreciate my personal space being invaded."

"Didn't really seem like it." Hermione stood in place; her eyes fixed with a bright gleam of desire and a bigger smirk than the one across her gloss smeared lips. She looked half hazardly at her watch and grinned at the ginger haired girl. "You really should be getting to bed. It's half past eleven and I wouldn't be doing such a good job if I didn't send you on your way."

Ginny just glared at the other girl, "And what job gives you the right to send a Prefect off to bed?"

Hermione cocked her head to the side, dark wavy tresses sliding down her shoulder, a sweet smile plastered to her lips. She pulled a small golden badge from her pocket and pinned it onto her blouse. "What position gives you the right to contradict Head Girl?"

She stared intently at her breakfast, which comprised of starchy grain substance, sugary bits and milk. Also known as cereal. Her blue eyes were concentrated on the bowl before her, as if it would spell out an appropriate reason as to why she was acting the way she was. A reason why she acted the way she did the previous night.

Ginny had no idea that Hermione was Head Girl. Hermione Granger had rung a bell. The blue-eyed girl hated being bad with names. She'd just embarrassed herself in front of a brash, clever, irritating, flirtatious superior. It annoyed her. How could Hermione get away with the things she did given the title she had? How?

The red head groaned, bringing a hand to rub at her sore eyes. Hermione was bad news. The younger woman just knew it. Very bad news. There came a light thump next to her. She looked up at the sound and found Ron sitting next to her, watching her.

"Hermione told me about your run in with her last night." He looked serious. It was freaking Ginny out. She wondered if he knew about how she'd let Hermione just do and say things she would normally clock others for attempting to do. And wait… how did Ron know Hermione? Ron was on talking bases with Hermione?

"How…"

"Just tell me one thing," His voice was just as serious as the look in his eyes. "Was it hot?"

"Was what… What!"

"How far did they get before you 'so rudely interrupted' as 'Mione put it?" His eyes had an odd feral glint to them. One that Ginny didn't want to know her brother could even possess. "Well?"

"Ron…" Ginny's face was beet red with humiliation and anger and was steadily getting redder as her brother's serious look became eager. "I'm a girl."

Ron looked confused. "So…?"

"I like boys."

He pouted. "Like I haven't caught you checking other girls out. Admit it Gin. If you're worried about Harry finding out that you're bi, don't worry, he's into all that watching two girls shag thing. And I know Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Fred wouldn't give a shit. You had to grow up with us anyways. We wouldn't really be surprised. And Hermione is one adorable girl. Cross that. She's a bloody gorgeous girl!"

Yeah, like a sex kitten let loose in a school full of mice. She could pick any prey she cared to. Ginny thought snickering to herself. The younger Weasley's eye twitched as her brother continued his rant on how she was interested in women and how 'bloody gorgeous' Hermione was. She wanted nothing more than to smack him. Very, very hard. He was even more infuriating than Hermione.

She smirked. Ron ranted when he was uncomfortable with something. And he looked all over the place except at the object in which he was uncomfortable with. He also had a bad habit in which he ranted about the thing he was uncomfortable with. So… he was scared that Ginny was indeed bisexual and that she may have taken an interest in Hermione. The opportunity had presented itself and so she would take it. It was payback time.

Ginny smirked. "Hermione is very pretty."

That got Ron to stop mid rant, his eyes beginning to bulge. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Beg your pardon?"

"I said," Ginny smirked even more. "Hermione is very pretty. Who am I kidding? She's… indescribable. She's, what did you say? Oh yeah. Bloody gorgeous. I don't know what she hides under those robes but I really would like to find out."

"Gin!" He looked just as embarrassed as he'd made her feel just a few moments ago.

"What?" She put on an innocent look, which slowly changed into a dreamy, eyes glazed over look. "She's got the most luscious lips I've ever seen. Her eyes just draw me in. They make me want her so bad. When she's near me I can barely keep control of myself. And oh god, just thinking about her makes me want to-"

"Have your naughty way with me." Someone was breathing huskily into her ear. Tone dripping with want. Making her body shiver and her eyes cloud over without consent.

Ron blushed five shades darker than his younger sibling. "Uh… I was trying to tell you that 'Mione was…"

"Coming." Her raspy tone and obvious pun made Ginny snap to her senses.

The younger girl swiveled around. Meeting Hermione's eyes briefly before muttering a strangled, stiff goodbye and storming off in an obvious mood.

Hermione was slightly surprised by the angry tone and bitchy mood but the scant gleam of desire in Ginny's eyes made her grin happily. She was damn sure the red head was a virgin. If the younger woman's reputation proceeded her… Ginny had not once even showed or acted on any sexual desire. She was going to get that girl no matter what. Just to prove her point. Hermione could have anyone she wanted. And she wanted the younger girl. Very badly.

"What was that about? You aren't going after my little sister are you!"

Hermione looked at Ron, eyebrow cocked, challenging. "Why not?"

000

The hot water made the locker room showers impossibly steamy. Ginny loved the feel of the heated spray against her sore muscles. She tended to overexert herself during soccer practice, especially when she was frustrated. Ginny loved the game just as much as her six elder brothers and she was just as good. But the day had gone by horribly. She'd been a total klutz. Bumping into people in the hallways, tripping stupidly over things, and to top it all off she'd been extremely unfocused during practice. It wasn't like her.

Ginny's thoughts moved to Hermione. The subject of all her troubles. She couldn't get the older girl out of her head. The brunette was just so… so infuriating. The cocky way she carried herself, the lecherous grin always directed at Ginny and the maddening tingly feeling that coursed down her spine when her eyes met the older woman's. She hated it. She hated everything about Hermione. Everything.

Throughout the day Ginny had constantly heard from others about how sweet and clever Hermione was. How fucking sexy the brunette was. Ginny hated the way people would gush about how gorgeous Hermione was. It made her think about just that. Just how gorgeous Hermione Granger was. Made her remember how close Hermione had been. The feel of soft lips, hot breath and enticing perfume was drowning her. Encompassing her in thoughts she didn't want to deal with. Thoughts she didn't want to have. But she couldn't rid her mind of the lips brushing temptingly against her ear, the hot coaxing breath that made her flush. Made breathing just that bit harder.

She shook away the unwanted thoughts. The water was making her skin boil, making her body flush. Ginny wouldn't admit it could've been her pacing mind just as much as the wet heat spraying against her. She knew the heat couldn't have been what was making her heart race or her stomach flutter. The blue-eyed girl headed towards her locker in an even more aggravated mood. A muffled sound caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks, listening. Curiously, cautiously, Ginny continued in the direction of her locker. As she inched closer she could make the sounds out as whimpering and light groaning. She rounded a corner and…

Ginny couldn't believe it. She couldn't fucking believe it. She knew she could simply walk away, pretend she'd never stumbled upon it; she'd never been there. But the slow creeping urge in her stomach told her to stay. To watch. Let the skittering feeling in the pit of her stomach stick.

Before she could process the resonating heat forming in between her thighs, before she realized the swirl of desire in her eyes or the simple wanting lick of her suddenly dry lips she tried to push the thought aside. To make believe it never occurred to her. That the scene before her wasn't making her wet. Wasn't disabling her now cloudy mind.

The blue-eyed girl tried to convince her gloomy mind and aching body that she didn't want to watch. But she couldn't tear her eyes away. Blue depths were focused intently on the way Hermione bit at the exposed flesh of Parvati's neck. On how Hermione nibbled and teased as her fingers busied themselves beneath the confines of the other woman's underwear. Nimble fingers that made the writhing woman moan and gasp, louder.

The next moan came lower, more guttural. Ginny barely realized the moan came from her own slightly parted lips. Hermione's eyes shot towards her, dark with lustful desire. Hot and intense. The red head gasped, Hermione's unusually dark eyes pinning her there, the brunette's attentions still focused on Parvati while her eyes bored into Ginny. Filled with want.

Unconsciously, the younger woman licked her dry lips. Hermione's grin was evident as her dexterous fingers picked up speed. Her dark eyes clouding over just that bit more as she rolled her hips into Parvati's thigh. Dark, swirling hazel eyes watched Ginny amusedly. Taking in the way the red head's azure eyes followed her hips.

Ginny's cloudy sapphire eyes processed the movement. The slow, sultry, tempting movement. She wanted to stop. Hermione was practically taunting her now, mocking her, trying to get a reaction and receiving more than Ginny wanted to give. Ginny bit her lip, trying but failing to look away. She could feel the cotton of her towel rubbing roughly against her hard nipples with every one of her quickening breaths. The wet need in between her thighs clouding her hazy mind even more. It was wrong. It was all wrong and she had to make it stop.

Ginny cleared her suddenly hoarse throat. Hermione just smirked. Parvati looked unfazed, as if she couldn't hear Ginny over her own moans. She frowned, her lust filled eyes beginning to take on an angrier gleam. How was it that she'd caught Hermione twice in this kind of situation?

The brunette rolled her eyes. Clearly annoyed. "What?"

She ignored the pleasant trill coursing down her spine. "You're fucking on my locker."

"So?"

Ginny glared. "Can you move."

"Not at the moment. No."

The red head couldn't believe she was having a conversation with the older woman while she was… while she had her hand in another girl's undergarments. The brunette had no shame. "You're so… so frustrating!"

Parvati seemed to snap out of it, her pretty features set in obvious shock. She looked from an annoyed Hermione to a more than angry Ginny, frozen. Hermione sighed, disentangling herself from the other woman. She'd lost another good fuck thanks to Ginny Weasley.

Parvati ran her hands through her hair, tidied up her clothes and looked back to Ginny. Her expression slightly scowling. "Tell anyone about this and you're dead."

Ginny's eyes took on a steely look, her jaw set angrily and her arms folded across her chest as Parvati brushed coldly past her and out of the nearly deserted locker room. She muttered a restrained, "Bitch."

The red head walked towards her locker. Steaming. She should've known it was Padma not Parvati. Ever since she'd started at Hogwarts Padma had given her shit. She guessed it was probably because of Fred. It sometimes sucked having all of her brothers' faults taken out on her. Pissed off by the encounter with Padma, Ginny tugged roughly at the front of her towel almost dropping it to the ground before she remembered that Hermione was still there.

Ginny pulled the towel tighter around her naked form and turned to find the other girl mere inches away. Her pulse quickened, heart beating rapidly at the sudden closeness. The feral curl on Hermione's kiss bruised lips made Ginny flush. The swirl of want in Hermione's eyes meeting her own. Hermione leaned in closer, her breath against Ginny's lips, hand traveling slowly down the younger girl's arm.

000

Author's Note: Wanna see me emo rap? Here goes…

I'm sad

And it makes me feel bad

Because my dad

Is a tad

Mad

That I wrecked his Cad'

'Cause it's the new fad

And it makes me feel rad

And I'm bad

Yes, I'm bad…

And so is this emo rap shit.

:) Like it huh? HAHAHA. I'm so fucking hyper and stuff because I had a lot of coffee and my coffee is made like no other with lots of sugar and sugary things put in it and yeah. (No Jacqui, I didn't put speed in it!) I had ice cream for breakfast. Envy me. Muahaha. I love my sugar. Aright kids! Skittles, taste the fucking rainbow! Peaceizzles out!

-Emokid-

(The dork that stole your heart and ripped it to pretty little shreds)