Is This Love

Kiss Her

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Warning: Eh… femmslash. Mature situations. Language.

Thanks:

Jus'alittlebitch: Really? I guess that's one reason I'm going straight to hell. Give in anytime soon? That'd be no fun. Thanks for the review. :)

Elle: (sorry Korky I gotta use your saying…) Bill Gates said WHAT! Dissin' my emo rap huh? Haha. It is pretty… moronic. Excuse me for actually posting that crap. Haha. I was hyper and bored. And those two things cause me to do pretty stupid stuff. (Like flashing a random car and running down the street without a shirt on…) But you must admit that was some swell rhyming. :) Sex scene in the locker room… hm. Maybe. Just maybe. Thanks.

Chow: I don't have evil cliffies… you lie! W00t! You have to go to band camp! Muahahaha! You freshie! And duh it was my cell phone. So… don't ever call it again! Haha. Jay… kay. Call me now. Cause I'm probably sitting on my ass doing nothing. I'm going to go out to get ice cream today. I'd ask you to come but… you have band camp! Haha… sorry. I can't get over it. Anyways… thanks for the four stars.

Tears For Aurora: Damn straight it's been a long time. Hehe. The "you're fucking on my locker" conversation was a pretty fun one. I have a locker, but I don't think anyone would ever like to fuck on it. Trust me, it's a no no for your back area. Once you read this chapter you'll see that I really do need inspiration. Thanks for the review.

Still Sane- Mostly: Yes, ice cream is a biziznatch. I couldn't fine my box of mini ice cream sandwiches. Grr…. I want my minis. Nowww. But eh, some one is going to owe me some minis. Yes, a harsh subject, the lack of good stories. Everything is either pure smut or cliché. My question is this, where have all the old timers gone?

Wyndnfyr: Yep… but emo rap is kinda lame. I told one of my friends that emo scene and she went on this major rant about different emo bands and all the yummy looking emo boys in tight as fuck pants. Yeah. And then my other friend started going off about how emo kids are pansies and how the singers 'sound like moaning dogs' and then she started changing the words to a Taking Back Sunday song and sang it like a moaning dog. And, yes, people were staring. And yes, I was laughing my fucking ass off. Enough of that. COOKIES! Where!

SENSES FAIL: Uh… maybe. But, then again, maybe not. Its not all gonna be Senses Fail.

Jacqui: You botch. The only reason I haven't updated sooner is because of your ass. I told you that you had to read every chapter. :) Anyways… Fuck you. Its not even porn. So F U C K you, bitch. And I told you I was going to use that. And yes, the conversations in the last chapter were pretty interesting. Now make sure you read this 'cause it's got one of your favorite songs in it. :)

And thanks to all others who reviewed. I think a page of answering reviews is long enough. Heh.

Phew… that was long. Well, on with the story. Oh look… over yonder!

000

I can't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

Write it off, give up on me
'Cause darling what did you expect
I'm just off, a lost cause,
A long shot, don't even take this bet

You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights
Get all the sighs and the moans just right

'A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"' by Fall Out Boy

000

"Wha…" Her words were lost as Hermione's lips pressed roughly against her own.

Her mind pleaded with her to say something. Do something. But she was immobile. Deemed immoveable by the brunette's striking eyes. All she could do was stand there. Let Hermione steal a kiss from her lips. Let the feeling in between her thighs make her tremble. Let the desire devour her. Ginny's blue eyes disappeared behind her eyelids. Pleasure dominating any distressing thoughts. The only thing running through her mind was the tiny voice telling Ginny to kiss Hermione back. To indulge.

Hermione sunk into the sensation of soft lips against her own. Soft lips moving against her own. She suppressed the smirk threatening to ruin Ginny's resolve. The younger woman was kissing her back and she didn't want her to stop. Hermione was frustrated, very frustrated. But attempting to fuck someone's brains out and being interrupted, twice for that matter, was getting to her. And the way Ginny's hand seemed to be slowly running up the sides of her arms made her suppress a shudder.

Ginny trailed her hands languidly up along the length of Hermione's arms. She was lost. The desire overwhelming, overpowering her mind. Disabling the slight protesting voice. All she could focus on was the tongue sliding against her own and fingers tracing light swirling lines against her inner thigh. Moving closer and closer towards the aching spot in between her thighs. Making her stomach flutter and spine tingle.

There was no denying it now. She wanted this woman. This gorgeous, arrogantly infuriating know-it-all. And as the simple notion skittered through her half conscious mind, her eyes shot open. Her hands, now against the other girl's shoulders, stopped their movement. Ginny's body stiffened and she pulled away from the other woman with a petrified squeal.

The brunette opened her murky hazel eyes slowly. Disappointment slowly slipping across her features. Hermione sighed. Why oh why couldn't Ginny be like the others? Why couldn't she just fall into the obvious lust she had for Hermione? It frustrated the older woman. She'd almost had her. Almost. And what Ginny was wearing, or lack there of, was making Hermione think twice about just taking the younger woman right there and then. Her hazel eyes roved the red head's slim form; she licked her pouty lips hungrily.

Ginny fidgeted slightly. She was becoming very uncomfortable with the way Hermione's eyes ran hungrily up and down her towel-clad body. The azure-eyed woman was especially uncomfortable with the indecent images that barraged her still partially cloudy mind when the older girl licked those swollen ruby lips of hers. The red head glared. Angered by the thoughts cascading through her mind. She glared at Hermione. Not wanting to relinquish the fact that she was indeed having such thoughts. The lusty grin she received made her scowl defensively.

"What was that!"

"Personally," The twinkle in her hazel eyes made Ginny take a step away from the brunette, her back hitting the lockers. The blue-eyed woman suddenly felt trapped. Hermione looked slightly thoughtful. She closed the space between them, her movements fluid. She brushed a stray hair from Ginny's face, her hand landing on the surface of the lockers behind them, securely trapping the red head. Hermione leaned in, her breath tickling Ginny's lips, almost touching. Her voice was low, humming, sweet. "I think that was a kiss."

Ginny looked the brunette straight in the eyes, refusing to back down. To give in. That was a kiss. A spark of something against her flesh. The tender flame of want and desire scorching her where the brunette's hands had roamed. It was a kiss. And it left her wanting.

The lost, lustful expression Ginny wore wasn't lost on Hermione. The brunette was stricken by the girl's pretty face. She couldn't help but smirk at the way Ginny's cheeks flushed pink. Or the way her soft lips parted just the slightest bit. But what took her breath away were the girl's striking blue eyes. The display of pure lust drove her mad.

The younger girl couldn't push down that utter feeling of desire. How was it that Hermione reduced her to a mere schoolgirl? Weak and vulnerable to lust's beckoning call. Hermione left her shuddering, yearning, sighing in content abandon and she hated it. She hated that aching burn in the pit of her stomach. Ginny glared at Hermione. She was the source of everything that was going terribly wrong.

Hermione smiled at the change. She liked the glare the younger girl opted more than that confused look of want. When Ginny did that, Hermione couldn't help but find the younger woman just plain…"Cute."

Before Ginny could answer, before she could even comprehend what Hermione had just said, soft lips grazed her own. It was soft, chaste. Just a simple tender brush of silk. And in the next moment Hermione was gone, leaving Ginny with the swarm of conflicting emotions encompassing her.

000

She sat steadily, head poised to the side, perched on the delicate curve of her hand. Lush, dark, curled tresses spilled down across her shoulder. Her hazel eyes seemed brooding and dark. The hard wood of her chair dug carelessly, painfully into her back as she sat. Elegant eyebrows knitted, usually pouty lips set in a firm line.

Hermione stared at the small tablets spread half hazardly on the dresser. How many had she taken? She couldn't remember. She was running out. She couldn't get more until next term. Nobody knew. Nobody bothered. But she needed them. They held the promise of a better day. She didn't care how dangerous it was. What did she have to live for anyway?

Why not stop? Drop it cold turkey. She didn't need it. She didn't need that helpless, weak feeling. The brunette wanted to be what people saw. She wanted to be that independent, confident, clever, brave, deceitful woman she'd led people to think she was. Then maybe, just maybe, the problem would disappear, vanish. And she'd be better. She'd get over it. Maybe it would cleanse the need from her dependant body. Or maybe it would just make things worse.

With a quick, angered movement, Hermione swept the glaring pills off of the dresser. The brunette stood, breathing hard as the pills clattered like pebbles against the wall. No more. She wouldn't take them anymore. She wouldn't let it control her life. Her hazel eyes were set, determined. She'd be brave; she'd stick it through.

Hermione's chest began to sting, her stomach churning violently. Her heart was pounding, blood rushing. Her head throbbed. Hazel eyes landed on the small white droplets littering the corner. The burning would stop, it would stop if she just… No! She wouldn't. Hermione refused to be weak. The brunette refused to feel that comforting lump in her throat as the pills made their way down, burning her insides cold.

She stood. She hadn't even realized she was on her knees. The burning pain in her chest had made her vision blur, her body numb. Hermione hated that. Hated when she couldn't feel. It made her all the more aware of that empty, deafening, numbness that was death.

Her hazel eyes hardened. She needed those thoughts to dissolve, needed that sense of unfeeling to burry itself for another day. She needed to feel. Warmth. She needed to feel something, anything. Anyone. Anyone would do. The brunette pulled a thin robe over her barely clad body. It was time for her Head Girl rounds anyways.

000

"What's crawled up your arse and died?"

"Honestly…" Hermione glared sullenly at the red headed boy. The determined expression of his knit eyebrows, the firmly set jaw, acidic blue eyes. Hermione closed her sore eyes, rubbing furiously at the bridge of her nose. Trying to push the scorched image of another red head from her retinas. She sighed heavily. Not even an hour into her rounds and already, Ron was getting on her case. "Its none of your business."

"I see…" Ron smirked. "Someone's acting unusually cranky. I'm assuming you had a tussle with my sister again."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can see where she gets her pride. No idea where the cleverness came from."

"Oh, shut up." He spoke dryly. "What happened this time?"

The images of her encounter flashed precariously through her mind, making her grin in remembrance. She remembered the way the blush on Ginny's cheeks spread slowly towards her heaving chest. Hermione couldn't stop thinking about what hid beneath that thin towel. Her hazel eyes clouded over, tip of her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. The way the blue eyes bore into her… she shivered. There was a fire in Ginny's eyes, and she knew that those very eyes would burn her again and again. Never ceasing to char her buzzing nerves until she was a mere pile of dust before the red heads feet.

Hermione had to have this ginger haired beauty. She didn't have to, she was going to. The thought made her lusty grin and cloudy eyes spark with a mischievous glow. Ron tapped the brunette's forehead, amused and slightly bewildered. "Earth to Hogwarts slut, earth to Hogwarts slut. Come, in-"

"Bloody bastard." She glared and poked him in the gut.

Mildly surprised, he tripped over his foot and fell quite ungracefully on his ass. He lay there, sprawled across the floor for a few seconds before continuing his taunting antics. Much to Hermione's dismay. "Houston, we have a problem."

Hermione rolled her eyes, walking away from Ron. He eventually caught up. "So?"

"So."

"Come on 'Mione. Just tell me what happened." He pleaded. Blue eyes shining in the scant torchlight of the grim corridors.

The girl smirked, twinkling eyes brightening the room. She turned quickly. Ron stopped about an inch of colliding with the luscious swell of Hermione's breasts. The brunette smirked. She slid a single digit up along his chest, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him down towards her.

His heart was pounding. Mind going blank. He didn't know what was going to happen, yet the lurching feeling made him think of things to come. Of his lips pressed to hers. His body pressed against her. His hands caressing every supple curve. He was lost. The alluringly mysterious water drawing him towards the deep end of the eerie, unclear water.

She was so close. Her lips almost coming into contact with his. Everything was slow, sultry. Every move an expected surprise. Just as her breath tickled his chin she passed his lips, her breath against his ear. Humming a lilting sensuality. "I've had my eye on someone."

"Oh…" His soaring hopes began to diminish. What was he thinking? Hermione was one of his best friends. What did he think she was going to do? His curiosity spiked, he didn't bother to pull back as he whispered a throaty reply. "Who?"

Hermione giggled. She kissed his cheek lightly, and started to walk off. Just as Ron started to realize she was leaving him behind she looked over her shoulder at him, the spark in her eyes penetrating. Desire embedded between confidence and playfulness.

"Ginny." The name tumbled from her full lips, striking Ron like a block of ice running into his skull.

He let it sink in. Ginny… his little sister? Could it be? Ginny. Shit. He looked up. Dashing to catch up with her. "What?"

Hermione stopped. She looked him straight in the eyes. Those familiar eyes. "Problem Ron?"

"Yeah I've got a bloody problem. Ginny is my sister."

"So?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm not daft Ron."

He stared her down, brows furrowing. "Hermione. What about-"

"Don't you dare say it." She stared back. Her expression hardening with every passing second. "If you know what's good for you Ron… don't you fucking say it."

Ron took in the cold eyes. Her face was unreadable. The image scared him, made him wish he didn't have to say what he knew he would. The blue-eyed man mustered up as much compassion in his voice as he could. Maybe he could get through to her. Make her forget about his little sister. "You'll hurt her Hermione."

"What about Harry, Ron? Won't he hurt her? You know his track record is worse than mine." Hazel eyes stared, uncaring, empty. "…Is it because I'm a girl, Ron? Is that it?"

"N-No! I never said that Hermione. It's just… why Ginny?" Why not me? He wanted to add. He wanted to, but didn't.

"Because." With a slow shrug of her shoulder she spoke carelessly. "I want her. And when I want something, Ron, I take it."

The ginger haired man stood, face contorted in slight shock. He watched her walk away. The sway of her hips enticing. The confidence, the determination in her steady gait made him want to throttle her. Made him want to get on his knees and obey. That was the thing about Hermione. The price of loving her was hating her. His insides burned with want, his mind burned with detest. It was tearing him apart. His whispered words weren't heard by the disappearing form of the girl. They were just whispered words.

"This is going to be absolute hell."

Ron walked the opposite way. He would let them sort it out. Maybe they would knock some sense into one another.

000

Author's Note:

I'd write more… but I'm dead tired and tomorrow is my mom's birthday so I have to wake up early to help her boyfriend set up this surprise party thing. :exasperated sigh: he's too good for her. Haha. I'm such a bitch. But it's true. Anyways… I should be updating this soon. Though, I have practice almost every day after school and on Saturday. The price I pay. Sadness. Well, see ya soon.

-Emokid-