Is This Love

Monument to Loneliness

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Warning: Femmslash and all that good stuff.

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Wyndnfyr: Oh… eM… eFfin… Gee…! .:squeals:. I love long ass reviews that compliment me in some way. Yay! Ron… we'll see. We all just have to wait and see. Muahaha. "With a passion"… Hehe. Something "with a passion" will occur in this story. :) Most likely. I'm sixteen. Says so in my profile but people really don't stick around to read bios. I sure don't. The car just past by and BOOM, I flashed whoever was in it. I was at a party. Randomness. And a little too much adrenaline.

Chow: Hehe. You can say a lot of things… Jealous of moi? Why? I should be jealous of you and your flute playing skillz. Lol. Are they going to fall 'in love'? Or are they just gonna jump each others bones? We'll just have to see my dear. Oh… and about Hermione's 'problem', I'm not too sure you'll like the idea… Muahaha:) Yes, your parents prevent us from cuddling. Oh well, until next time.

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Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming beautiful exterior.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes, perfect posture
But you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by

'The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most' by Dashboard Confessional

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She was dead tired. Sleep had proven to be a struggle for the ginger haired Prefect. Dreams had been a burden in the form of none other than Hermione Granger. And that, the simple fact that she had been dreaming of the brunette, made her conflicted emotions bow to the conflicting desires her mind guiltily provided.

She hadn't been herself all day. If the fact that lack of sleep seemed to repress her reflexes wasn't bad enough, she'd been walking around like a zombie. And now, she was lost somewhere in between the supposedly haunted girls lavatory and the astronomy tower. She had no idea which way was left and which was right. Dull blue eyes surveyed her surroundings, trying to make sense of where she was.

The red head sighed heavily. She was lost. She'd been attending Hogwarts since she was eleven and it seemed she'd never discover every inch of the never ending corridors. The tie around her neck felt too tight, she loosened it. Her forehead met the relaxing cold of the stone wall, her blue eyes fluttered shut and she sighed again. Great. Now she was cutting class. How could her situation possibly get worse?

"Lost?" Ginny stiffened. Goose bumps spread down along her neck. The blue-eyed teen hoped to god it wasn't who she thought it was. Yet the aching trickle of want made her blood boil. Made her skin uncomfortable. Made her blue eyes a turbulent sea of something all too vivid. Images crashed through her pacing mind like the flickering strobe lights in a crowded club. A club with writhing people. People lost to temptation. Where slick skin was exposed to hungry eyes, where soft brushes against all too sensitive flesh were a welcomed haven… Ginny shut her eyes tightly again. Why oh why?

When the red head opened her sore eyes Hermione was standing next to her. Leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes twinkling and ever-present smirk sending chills reverberating through Ginny's spine. Blue eyes inadvertently roamed the brunette's appealing form. The twinkle in hazel eyes shone a bit brighter before Hermione cleared her throat. Ginny blushed and turned away.

"Why does it matter to you?" The red head muttered out wearily. She moved away from the cool lure of the wall and began to walk off.

In the next moment Hermione was in front of her. Ginny's lack of sleep induced movements served only to make her situation worse. It was only when she felt the impact that she reacted fast enough to stop herself from knocking heads with the brunette. Unfortunately, just barely. Ginny's heated mind met Hermione's cool forehead and she couldn't help the shuddery sound of her breath as she exhaled slowly.

There they were. In plain sight. Ginny on top of Hermione. The red head's arm keeping their bodies from molding together. They just stayed that way. Ginny's blue eyes boring an intensity Hermione wanted to see more of. Wanted to feel. The younger woman's sturdy body pressed against her made Hermione's skin tingle. Her clothes were an uncomfortable burden. The brunette refused to press her lips to Ginny's, to let that aching trill in the pit of her stomach control her.

"As much as I may like this," The husky sound of her voice stopped Ginny from leaning any closer. "I'm pretty sure your brother doesn't."

Ginny followed Hermione's laughing hazel eyes. Ron stood wide-eyed, the classroom door swinging behind him. More students entering the hall. Ginny scrambled to her feet. Her expression mimicking her brother's look of pure horror. She ran. Leaving Hermione to face Ron's disappointed gaze and Harry's scathing one.

"Hello boys." Hermione smirked. "I think you may have scared her off."

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Harry ran his fingers through his luscious raven hair. A trickled of sweat ran intimately down his neck. He took a long swig from his water bottle; the movement caused his slender muscles to strain just so. Emerald eyes moved to those of his spectator and he grinned the grin of a devious little boy.

Harry Potter was a gorgeous specimen. Anyone would have consented to the fact. His emerald eyes glimmered, mirroring the menacing golden glint in hazel eyes. The attractive brunette smirked back, a few yards away and closing in. Harry watched the sensual way she moved, as if she knew what was going to happen a split second before it did. Like she knew just how many eyes were following each and every movement of her sultry gait.

She stood before him, smirk still set. The malice in her voice didn't seep through to her appearance. "Hello Harry."

"Hermione." He grinned that devious grin.

Everything was normal. Their posture, the devious grins marring their attractive features, their gestures. Appearances were everything. They both knew it. The mischief only shone through their voices. "Spoken to Ron lately?"

"Yes, actually." His gorgeous grin faltered slightly. "We had an interesting conversation about Ginny."

"Really?" As she spoke, he found his eyes involuntarily move to her lips. Every syllable fell intimately, softly, intimidating.

Emerald eyes looked into hazel. There was a challenge he couldn't turn away from. "Really."

From across the field, she watched them. Every action, reaction. The building chemistry. The way he'd watch her lips, how her eyes would run the length of his body. She watched their sensuous exchange and frowned. She found herself scowling slightly. She couldn't make out a word they were saying.

Blue eyes roved their forms, calculating each fleeting touch. Each lingering gaze. Every sensual movement. Ginny felt her stomach tense. The way Hermione hugged Harry goodbye. Her arms moving slowly around his neck, head rested delicately on his shoulder. Body almost pushing up against his. What got Ginny the most was the way Harry's arms went around the brunette's slim waist, pulling Hermione closer.

Ginny barely caught the faint movement of his lips against Hermione's ear. She glared, seriously thinking of walking straight up to them and telling them just what she thought of their little display. But she knew she couldn't do a thing. They weren't doing anything wrong. Just two friends having a little chat. Everyone would think she was just a jealous little git.

The red head stared as Hermione briefly pressed her lips to Harry's cheek before walking away. She watched Hermione's arse. Watched her short pleated skirt sway. Tempting everyone one within watching distance. Before Ginny could look away, she caught the smirking glint in Hermione's eyes. Those eyes burned. She looked away, only to find a sparkling pair of emerald jewels peering down at her.

"Hello Harry." Ginny smiled sweetly.

"I wanted to ask," Emerald eyes held her still. Sparkling. She could only think of the sparkling intensity. "If you'd like to go into Hogsmeade with me this weekend."

"Well I…" Her heart was pounding. She couldn't look away. She couldn't tear her eyes away from those sparkling emerald eyes. She nodded. "Sure."

He grinned down at her. His lips brushed against her cheek. "I'll meet you in front of Hogwarts at noon."

"Okay." She couldn't stop her heart from beating so furiously. She couldn't stop the flush staining her cheeks. "Noon."

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Though their display looked fluid, simple. Their conversation would have made any listener interested.

"She's not as easy as the others. And you know you don't stand a chance against me."

"Oh, I'm not too sure about that." A smirk.

Frowning. "She's too good to be another notch on your tally."

"Like you were." Laughing. "Answer one question and I may consider leaving her alone."

A low voice, doused with malice. "What."

"Do you really think she'll fall in love with you?" Grin. "You really think you're good enough?"

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It was starting again. The burning wouldn't stop. Her hands were shaking. Cold sweat littered the back of her neck, her forehead. Her heart pounded painfully. Hermione's hand moved to her chest, gripping tightly at the fabric of her shirt. Her other hand steadied her against the stonewall. Her breath came in short gasps. She couldn't breathe. It was a chore. Breathing was a chore.

"S… sodding…" The blood pounded in her ears. She could barely hear herself speak. She growled out angrily as her vision began to blur. Hazel eyes caught a blur of red hair. Blue eyes. Red hair and blue eyes. "Ron?"

"Are you okay?" It sounded like a whisper. "You look like a mess."

The brunette felt an arm wrap securely around her waist. A gentle hand against her forehead. "I'm just… a bit dizzy."

"You're burning up."

Ron's voice was becoming clearer. She felt the softness of a mattress beneath her. Her mind was too heavy. She couldn't think straight. She just needed to close her eyes. Just for a minute. Hermione's eyelids fluttered shut. She felt so tired. The dark abyss of sleep gripped harshly at her mind.

"What-" Ginny turned to find Hermione sleeping. The older girl was so pale. Sweat gathered at her brow. She was fidgeting. Even in her sleep she shook just slightly. It looked like she had a fever. Ginny rung out the damp cloth in her hands.

The red head placed the cloth on Hermione's forehead. Blue eyes softened with concern. Hermione looked so fragile. Nothing like the infuriating woman she knew. The brunette looked… weak.

A hand ran gently down the curve of Hermione's cheek. Ginny was surprised by the action. By the feel of Hermione's soft skin against the back of her fingers. What was it about her? Ginny sighed and pulled away. She couldn't think about it. That was the best thing to do. Not think about it. Tomorrow she would go on another date with Harry. Ginny would have fun. She wouldn't think of Hermione. The red head looked once more at the older woman, who was knocked out cold. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Hermione groaned and Ginny looked to the brunette. She looked so fragile. So innocent. The red head grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. She'd let Hermione sleep it off. Hopefully the brunette would be gone by the time she got back. She couldn't deal with another incident like the one in the locker room. Ginny didn't think she'd be able to resist.

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Hazel eyes fluttered open. She pushed the cloth off of her head and looked around the dark room. It didn't look like Ron's dorm. The soccer poster on the far end of the wall wasn't there, the bed sheets were softer, the room didn't look as cluttered and the dresser had an actual mirror on it.

She sat at the edge of the bed before standing. Was it all a dream? The red hair. The blue eyes. The soft, worried voice. Was it real at all? She brushed her hair out of her face and walked around the darkened room. The sun was setting. She must have slept for hours.

Hazel eyes caught hold of a picture on the nightstand. She picked it up. Red hair. Blue eyes. Ginny. She was in Ginny's room. Hermione put the picture down and caught a flash of red hair from the corner of her eye. The brunette turned toward the source, half expecting a hallucination. There was a chair in the corner. Hermione moved slowly, cautiously towards it.

Ginny's head was propped on her elbow, resting delicately on her hand, her hair falling like a veil across her face. Hermione smiled. The brunette swept Ginny's silky red hair behind her ear. A single digit ran slowly down the younger woman's neck. Ginny groaned softly. The brunette's smirk became devious. She knelt on the chair, straddling Ginny. The brunette held the younger woman's chin in her hand.

"Wake up sweetheart." Her breath was a rush of heat against Ginny's lips, her voice raspy with lust and grogginess.

Blue eyes opened sleepily. Mere slits of blue against the fiery red of her lashes. The brunette's smirk brightened. Her lips were a millimeter away. Taunting Ginny. Daring her to move closer. To press her lips to the brunette's. To give in. Ginny felt the warmth. The soft exhales tickling her aching lips. The younger woman couldn't take it any longer.

The velvety feel of Hermione's lips drove her insane. Was it a dream? What was happening? She didn't care. She just didn't care anymore. It felt too good to care. Hermione's hands moved to the hem of her top, her tongue colliding forcefully with Ginny's. It was all so fast. Hermione's teeth were nipping softly at her neck. Ginny didn't know where her shirt had gone. Her own fingers fumbled with the buttons on the brunette's shirt. Everything was so hazy, so unfocused. She couldn't think.

Hermione bit roughly at the tender flesh of her neck. The red head hissed, her nails scraping down Hermione's back, making the older woman arch and moan. The brunette's body was pressed closer to her own. The heated flesh making the desire intensify. Making the ache between her thighs grow.

The brunette stood slowly. Not bothering to pull away. Her fingers trickled quickly up Ginny's spine. The younger woman moaned. Hermione found herself pinned tightly to the wall. Her hand dove past the waistband of Ginny's underwear. She pushed Ginny up against the wall, fingers exploring the heat between the red head's thighs.

"You okay Gin…" The lights came on suddenly. There was a long pause. "Bloody hell."

Blue eyes snapped open. Hermione hadn't stopped. Her eyelids felt heavy again. Ginny tried to speak. All she could do was moan and gasp. She had to stop. She had to… "Hermione."

The younger woman's voice felt choked. "We… oh… we have to…"

Ginny's blue eyes opened slowly. She could barely keep them open. She saw a blurry figure, standing shocked in the doorway. Her body wouldn't listen. Her mouth couldn't form the word she didn't want to say. The blue-eyed woman threw her head back. Breathing erratic. Back arched. She had to, "… stop."

Hermione opened her swirling hazel eyes. The lust gripped her. Made Ginny's plea a mere distraction. She had to be in control. She had to pull away. The blush coursing down Ginny's chest didn't fascinate the brunette. Ginny's swollen pink lips didn't entice her. She wouldn't believe it. Hermione pulled away. Ginny leaned heavily against the wall. Blue eyes looked to the half shocked, half angered face of the person in the doorway.

"Have fun?" The voice was filled with malice.

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Author's Note:

Six pages of story. W00t. I have to stay up until midnight and I'm dead tired. So I've been typing up stories like crazy. So many blurbs. Gah… I watched some anime for a while, read the book my friend got me for Christmas and haven't changed outta my pajamas. I like chips and salsa. Anyways, midnight equals presents so yeah. I dunno. This is pretty pointless. So… yeah… I'm just gonna go now.

Merry Christmas Everyone!