Is This Love
Just Keep TouchingDisclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning: Femmslash.
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Wyndnfyr: No bets. Not in this fic. At least, I don't think so. More of a mental challenge I suppose. Ron… you might get just what you wish for. :)
U rule: Interesting name there. Argh?
The Angel's Devil: Well, I thought it was a good idea a the time. Still think it is. Hehe.
Shannon: Wow. I. Love. You. Hehe. Thanks for all the enthusiasm and compliments. New Years wasn't too great but I hope the rest of the year will be. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and an even greater New Years. My resolutions suck. Bleh.
FiresOfDeath: Eh… no one er… special. No biggie. Don't pay attention to the character. :3
And special thanks to everyone else who reviewed.
000
Now its two o clock
The club closed, were up the block
Your hands are on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
'Lover I Don't Have To Love' by Bright Eyes
000
"Honestly." Hermione hissed. "Don't people know how to knock?"
The dark haired figure in the doorway sneered. "It is my dorm, Hermione."
Hermione sat cross-legged in the chair and frowned. She didn't like it one bit. Why'd all her fun have to be ruined? Especially by her. "And you couldn't just keep your nose out of it."
Ginny slumped against the wall and began to rub methodically at the bridge of her nose. She'd been caught. She ran her fingers numbly through her hair and exhaled softly. It would be a long night. Ginny slipped her discarded tank top back on and looked to the quarrelling girls.
"I don't know why I care so much." The girl in the doorway sneered. "You're always up to something like this. Shagging anyone who bats an eye in. You have no shame!"
The hazel-eyed woman leaned into the chair. "No one asked you to care."
The dark haired girl looked as if she were going to pop. Ginny spoke slowly. "They should be serving dinner in the Great Hall now. Maybe you should go. Both of you."
"You of all people Ginny," Luminescent blue eyes stared into her own. "Fraternizing with-"
"Don't contradict yourself dear." Hermione purred dangerously. Ginny's wounded expression turned to one of confusion and Hermione's eyebrow rose. The brunette's hazel eyes glittered. "Never had the guts to tell anyone I see."
The dark haired girl glowered and spoke dryly. "It's an aspect of my life I'd love to forget."
"What is she talking about Lynn?" The red head muttered softly. Looking from Hermione to the girl still standing in the doorway.
"Ask the bloody temptress yourself." The girl turned away stiffly and headed for the Great Hall. Leaving Ginny alone with a topless Hermione.
The brunette's eyes never left the doorway. Her expression was unreadable. "Not going to ask then?"
Ginny watched the older woman. Deciding whether she should ask about Lynn or tell Hermione to leave. Hermione's eyes landed on her and she shivered. What was Hermione saying? She couldn't think straight. Not with those eyes gazing into her own. The red head fidgeted. She felt naked. See through. She didn't like it.
The older woman stood. Ginny couldn't help the way her blue eyes roved the brunette's slender figure. Or how they settled on Hermione's lips. She looked back into those dark eyes and felt her own eyes cloud over. She wanted to tell Hermione to leave. That she couldn't deal with her right then. The heat from Hermione's body made words impossible.
000
"Oy! Gin!" Ron was after her and Ginny was intent on avoiding him. She didn't know if Hermione had said anything and she didn't want to find out. Yet alone have another awkward conversation with her brother.
At the thought of their previous conversation the younger Weasley began to walk faster. Away from her brother's advancing calls. "Ginny, wait up!"
The girls' lavatory. She saw her exit. Ron's voice faded behind the door and she locked herself in a stall. Sighing heavily, the red head leaned against the wall. She just needed them to stay away. It was just after breakfast and Harry would be waiting. An hour. She just needed to avoid them for another hour. Ginny hadn't seen Hermione so far and wanted to keep it that way.
She ran her fingers through her silky hair. Nothing was going as planned. She hadn't meant to get so carried away the previous night. Her body still ached when she thought about it. It all gripped her. Trapped her in that thing called lust. The lips, the hands, the skin, the feel. The heat. The scorching heat.
Dark glittering, swirling, hungry eyes. So dark, so alluring. She couldn't tear her eyes away from those searching portals of want. They portrayed one clear objective. One clear thought. It made the flutter in Ginny's stomach unavoidable. She bit her bottom lip softly. The ache in her bones wouldn't let her move. The yearning glint in her eyes wouldn't stop the rapid beating of Ginny's heart. Sapphire orbs looked away. The motion did nothing to stop the glaring blaze of heat from running up her spine. Flushing her chest and smearing like shame across her cheeks.
Ginny found her eyes following the slow sensual movement of Hermione's body as she stood and began to walk towards the red head. The brunette's swaying hips taunted her. Dared her to look away for a fraction, a fraction, of a moment. Her gaze traveled lazily up along the older woman's form. The smooth skin of her neck, the curl forming at the corner of her lips. Her eyes. Her dark, glittering, hungry eyes. She was stuck where she had involuntarily started.
Ginny didn't know which was safer, the tempt of Hermione's slender figure. Or the lure of her dark glittering eyes. The redhead took a slow step back. Hermione was closing it. She took another. The backs of her thighs hit the nightstand. The heat of the lamplight made the hairs on her arm prickle. The sudden heat of Hermione's body made her skin tingle.
Fingers felt like feathers against her cheek. Trickling down her neck. Down her arm. Dim blue eyes flickered shut for less than a moment. Warm flesh pressed against her shoulder. Her collarbone. The crook of her neck. The red head found herself half standing, half sitting on the nightstand. Hands planted on the hard edge. The pressure of Hermione's mouth traveled higher. Teeth nibbling gently at her earlobe. Lips grazed the throbbing spot.
The sound of sure, steady breathing was louder than the echoing thud of the blood rushing in Ginny's ears. She was pinned by the feel. By the soft, barely there brushes of skin on skin. She was stuck, trapped between the uncomfortable edge of the nightstand and the feel of Hermione not quite touching her. Ginny's fingers itched to reach out and feel. To pull Hermione closer. Show the girl just what made her blue eyes dim. Her lips ached. Her body ached.
Everything was becoming a haze. The brush of silk against her buzzing ear. The ghost of whispered words making the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Hermione's smooth, husky chuckle. The loss of warmth that left her flesh burning cold when Hermione pulled away, a devious smirk spread across her pretty face. Ginny's body screaming tragedy in the form of goose bumps as the fabric of the brunette's coarse shirt brushed against her arm. Everything was a haze. Except for the shameless desire in dark, shining eyes.
Hermione slipped her shirt on and walked out the door without a second glance. Ginny stood still, silent. The raspy tones of Hermione's warm breath against her ear echoed in her mind. Tempting her. Making her shiver against the sudden cold.
"Fuck me. I dare you."
Ginny splashed her heated face with the cool water. Hermione shouldn't have that kind of affect on her. She shouldn't have been thinking the way she did. Ginny didn't like girls. She didn't. She dabbed at her wet face with a paper towel and then looked at her watch. She would have to meet Harry in fifteen minutes. If she didn't like boys why would she be going on a date with Harry Potter. Ginny smiled at the memory of that ever-present sparkle in his eyes, turning to leave.
Emerald turned to dazzling amber. Ginny took a reflexive step back. "Blimey!"
"Ron wanted me to get you." Hazel eyes bore down on the younger woman. Making her pulse quicken involuntarily.
Ginny fidgeted. She needed to get away. The brunette was a little too close for comfort. She needed to get away before those eyes could squash whatever will she had left. "I'll go and ask him what he wants."
"That won't be necessary." Ginny hated how easily that smirk spread across the older woman's glossy lips.
The red head frowned. She couldn't let Hermione break her. "What in the bloody hell are you going on about?"
"He wanted me to pass a message along to you. Had to get off to the Great Hall for some reason."
Ginny waited for the message, staring hard into twinkling hazel eyes. When it became apparent Hermione wasn't going to say anything more, the red head sighed heavily in exasperation. "Well?"
"Well what?" The older woman flashed her that sickly sweet smile.
Blue eyes became acidic. Ginny's jaw clenched and she spoke through gritted teeth. "What did Ron say?"
"Hm…"
"Hm?"
Hermione's smile became a mischievous grin. "It'll cost you."
"Cost me?" The younger woman raised a skeptical eyebrow. She rubbed irately at the bridge of her nose before fixing Hermione with a chilling glare. "Cost me what exactly Granger."
"Oh, just…" Hazel eyes glinted with mischief. "This."
Ginny found herself pinned to the tiled bathroom wall. Hermione's lips on hers. Hands roaming all over, leaving a trail goose bumps. A strong thigh in between her legs. Hermione's tongue in her mouth, colliding against Ginny's. She kissed her back. The heat growing, pace quickening, heart beating. Beating, beating faster. The red head was breathing hard when Hermione pulled away. Ginny was in a slight daze. The brunette pecked Ginny's cheek before disentangling herself from the red head and chuckling softly at the dazed look on her face.
Ginny blinked. Her brows furrowing. Jaw set. Fist clenched. Body rigid. "What was that for!"
"It's what the message cost." Hermione spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Her blue eyes were a raging storm. Her cheeks stained red. "Fuck you."
"Doesn't sound like too bad a plan." Hermione smirked viciously. "You do seemed to have some extra time since Harry's moved your date to six."
"You're so…" She took a deep breath before letting out something akin to a groan and a growl.
Hermione rose an eyebrow and stood closer to Ginny. Her hand planted firmly on the wall behind the red head. "Go on."
"You're so…" Ginny struggled for words and came upon a bucket full. Too many words to describe Hermione. Arrogant. Irritating. Blatant. Sinuous. Smooth. Soft. Attractive. Alluring. Charming. She seethed at the fact that there were more pros than cons. Her stormy eyes became clear. Vulnerable. She wanted to know why. What she did to deserve all of it. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I…" Hermione's stance faltered. Why are you doing this to me! The brunette took a step back. Why are you making me choose! She wished the once dead voices gone. She had to put them back in that box, lock them up. Lock away all the memories of… that. Why won't you let me be happy? Hermione turned away from Ginny, rubbing incessantly at her temples. Locking the questions away. Throwing the memories back to where they came from.
She moved towards her only exit. The only way to escape the flood. She couldn't look at Ginny as she walked out the door. "I'll see you around."
Ginny stared at the closing door. Bewildered by Hermione's sudden change of mood. The red head touched her cheek. The taste of cherry lip gloss still clung to her.
000
Ginny looked at her watch. Half past six and still no sign of Harry. She frowned and leaned against the sidewall of the pub. It was Saturday evening and almost everyone was out and about. Where they were headed. Ginny had no idea. And none of the other students seemed to be entering the old pub. The red head sighed for the umpteenth time. Her mind wandered.
She thought about the incident with Hermione that morning. Her slim fingers moved to her lips. Remembering the taste, the texture, the touch. It was just a kiss. She'd just given in. If Hermione hadn't stopped, if the infuriating woman hadn't left so abruptly, Ginny didn't want to think about what may have been.
"I..." The brunette's stance faltered. Ginny couldn't read the threshold of emotions blurring Hermione's dim hazel eyes.
"Sorry I'm late love." Harry rushed over to her and the red head drew her fingers away. As if it burned. As if she'd been caught.
Blue eyes snapped up to meet green. Ginny blushed. "It's okay."
Harry smiled softly. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long. Snape." He said the name as if it explained everything that was wrong with the world.
"Its alright." She smiled back up at him. She couldn't look away from those eyes. There was just something about them.
Lips pressed gently against her cheek. She blushed and averted her eyes. She loved the way he could make her feel like jello. She hated it. The red head looked at the dark haired boy's clothing and her brows furrowed in confusion. "Harry?"
"Yes?" He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. His emerald orbs sparkling like new.
"I don't mean to sound… what I mean is… well," She looked at his attire once more. "What are you wearing?"
He laughed softly. "Ron didn't tell you?"
Ginny looked away and shook her head. She couldn't look at him while thinking of Hermione.
"We're going to the Glass House." He grinned happily.
Ginny searched for the name in her head. She'd heard if before. One of the girls in soccer had said something about it… Her mind went blank. She was afraid to ask what he was talking about. Literature. Math. Science. Soccer. Family. All those topics were safe. She could go on for ages talking about any of those things. But… "fun"? Getting pissed drunk at a social gathering? Getting caught with your knickers down in a broom closet? She couldn't attest to any of it. None of it seemed like it mattered.
There was only one thing she absolutely needed to do. She told herself she'd be nothing without it. Nothing without her parents' approval. Nothing with out the prideful gazes directed at her. In a family that consisted of six older siblings one had to have some sort of talent. Something that stuck out. She hated being the normal one. The youngest. The only girl. The baby of the family.
Charlie was a fire fighter. Charlie saved lives daily. Bill was some sort of professional treasure hunter. He was always the bad boy of the family. The wild child that acted before thinking. A relic hunter, he looked for hidden treasures all over the world. Percy had his many talents. Head boy, prefect, top in every class. Now he was making his way to the top in some big business corporation. The twins owned a countrywide joke shop. They were the ones that acted up. That were almost always caught doing something mum wouldn't approve of. And Ron. Ron played soccer. Captain of the team. He could play any position. No one doubted he'd get a scholarship to any university he chose.
What did Ginny have to show for herself? What could she make of herself?
Top three in her class every year. Varsity soccer team. A prefect. She doubted she had a chance of becoming head girl. She was afraid of fire. Every time she was near it she thought of the pain it would bring her if she got too close. She wasn't ambitious like the twins. Not daringly careless like Bill. She was good at soccer like every one of her older brothers, Percy included, but she wasn't as great as Ron. What did she have? What could possibly put her in the spotlight for once? Next to nothing. Nothing less than some miracle. Maybe she would get struck by lightning and become some sort of superhero. Ginny was the good girl. The one with a decent boyfriend and good grades and good friends. Normal.
And just like their strengths, each of her six elder brothers had a flaw. Charlie wasn't attracted to women. Bill had been married and divorced three times in all his twenty-three years. Percy was cold, ruthless, even towards his own family. The twins were still out of control. Still pulling pranks too juvenile for their age. Ron could be a selfish jerk and he held grudges far longer than he should. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't the brightest in the Weasley barrel. She was perfect. Not outstanding but satisfactory. She was the good girl. And she'd keep it that way.
Harry held out his hand. "Shall we my princess?"
"Lead the way prince charming."
They walked towards the Glass House hand in hand.
000
She was in a trance. Body moving with the heated crowd. Crowd pulsing with the beat. Beat pounding natural adrenaline into their bloodstreams. A mental riot of flesh and sweat and lust. And she was a part of it. One of the wolves hidden in the herd. Pretending to be one of them. Pretending. Moving. Swaying. In a trance.
Rough, coaxing hands around her hips. Pulling her in, following the movement of her body. Slick skin. The choking smell of cologne and alcohol. The smoky haze of the throbbing silhouettes around her. She closed her eyes. Just listen. Just move. Dance. Just dance. They don't matter. Nothing matters. It was her mantra. The word on the page behind her closed eyelids. And so, she danced. She writhed in this mystery person's strong hands, the music driving her. Using her.
The song ended and a new one began. Slower. A lover's song. She pulled away from the enticing feel of hands trying to get her to turn around. To face this potential fling. All it took as a scoffing smirk and a single step into the horde of half tangled bodies and all hope was lost. She liked the way his eyes flickered. The way the adrenaline seemed to leave his nicely flushed features. The way the dejection seeped across his features. It was time for another drink. She was parched. And she hadn't reached any one of her goals.
The brunette downed her martini in one quick gulp and ordered another. She loved the sting. Hermione planned on getting pissed, dancing dirty and finding someone she deemed worthy enough for the night. Lips grazed the crook of her neck; fingers traced languid circles against her hip. The hazel-eyed woman shuddered. She knew that touch. The feel of those hands on her. The hands that knew her every weakness, her every vulnerability. They whispered age-old secrets against her bare flesh. Read her reactions in brail. Recreated stories she'd thought she'd forgotten. Volumes of books she'd thought she'd burned.
"Mmm… You haven't changed one bit." She leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her voice wafting like velvety cruelty into his ear. Hermione knew him just as well as he thought he knew her.
"I'd say the same for you love." His arms slithered around her waist. His lips an inch away. In his bright eyes a still burning flame. She couldn't look away from that flickering flare. "But you'd just prove me wrong."
She pulled his neck down. Closed the gap. Her lips met his cheek. "That's where you're wrong."
She grabbed two bottles of beer walked away. She didn't need him there. Hermione didn't need to be suckered in again. The brunette handed Ron a bottle. "Have you been here the whole time?"
"You know I'm not much of a dancer." He took a long gulp.
Hermione stared into the crowd. "I'll teach you how."
"No way 'Mione. It didn't go well last time and nothings changed since."
"You're no fun." She pouted, trying to tempt him into dancing with her. "Just once Ron?"
Harry slid into the seat next to the blushing red haired man. Hermione's hungry eyes roved Ginny's figure. That dress. Her hair. The way her eyes seemed to shine. The tint of embarrassment that raced across her freckled chest. Emerald eyes glittered as if daring the brunette. "Problem?"
"I haven't got a dance partner." The pout never left her features.
"Oh, come off it. If you want to dance just find some random bloke." Ron huffed. His face getting red.
The dark haired man next to him took a long swig of his drink. He held the bottle up once he was done. "Want anything?"
"Get me something strong. I'm planning on sleeping in tomorrow morning." Hazel eyes glared daggers at Ron. "What if I don't want to dance with some random bloke?"
"I'll just have another beer." Ron grinned thankfully at Harry before fixing his own stare at Hermione. "Get someone else then. I'm not going to dance."
Ginny looked back and forth between the bickering pair and then at a turning Harry. She wouldn't be able to get through a full night of it. At least, not in the most revealing item of clothing she's ever worn besides her underwear. "Get me whatever you're having."
000
Hermione came back with an armful of drinks. She took a large gulp of one and tugged at Ron. "Lets dance."
"I'm staying right here. Go dance with Ginny." Ron smirked and Harry followed suit. Challenge in their gleaming eyes.
The red head in question went up behind Hermione and pulled the older woman into her. Hot breath came softly against Hermione's ear. "I like this song."
The brunette smirked and pulled Ginny into the buzz of pulsing silhouettes. The beat was sultry, slow, searing. Hazel eyes stared into seemingly endless blue. Her hips swayed. Her body slithered, turned and inched closer to Ginny's. The red head stared back. She'd win this bet if it was the last thing she'd do. And once she'd set her mind to something. She'd have it.
Their surroundings blurred. Minutes passed and Ginny was lost to the beat. To the alluring pull of Hermione's gaze. The rhythmic sway of Hermione's body. The floor was crowded. People pushing them closer and closer. Nearer to the fraying heat and pulsing beat.
Hermione pressed against the red head. Her arm going around Ginny's waist. Reeling her in with the hypnotic swirl of her eyes and the faint curl on her lips. Ginny's sapphire eyes closed against the throb of the strobe lights, against the feel of the brunette pressed against her. The red head grinded into Hermione. Her fingertips sliding smooth like ivory against the bare flesh of Hermione's back.
The crowd surged. Pushing them even closer. Ginny's lips brushed against the nape of Hermione's neck. Her hands searing like mad down the brunette's aching body. She could hear Hermione's soft moan as Ginny's palms slid down the brunette's hips. She pulled the brunette's hips into her thigh. Her eyes were a churning storm. They locked on Hermione's face. Her closed hazel eyes. Strands of hair plastered to the brunette's neck and face. Parted ruby lips and an almost inaudible groan.
Dark eyes bored into her. A nail ran slowly down the back of her neck. Ginny barely caught the lascivious smirk on the brunette's lips before those very lips were brushing sultry tones into her ear. I want... The hazy environment of her mind could only catch the moaned husks. Touch…Her mind scrambled to catch the mere fragments of words. …Here… Tried to focus on what the older woman was saying. Fuck me…She could barely hear her over the sound of the music. Over the sound of blood pulsing in her ears.
"Now." The read head's knees went weak.
000
Author's Note:
I think this is long enough. Don't you? Yes, yes. I'm evil and blah blah blah. Deal with it. I won't be updating for a while I think. I have some… issues I need to deal with. And my hand kinda hurts when I type cause I got a boo boo. Someone kiss it and make it feel better. :)
-Emokid-