Is This Love

You'd Play The Lead

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Warning: Femmslash. Mature situations. Yadda, yadda and then some.

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Shannon: Wow. –smooches you- I love long reviews Yay! Don't worry about the big head thing. I always seem to get burned when I get cocky so I just avoid it. I'm blushing right now. That statement near the end has got me blushing about fifty shades of red and I don't blush too often. After reading your extremely complimenting review I'd say this response has about the same underlying message. Thanks bunches. :)

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Angel-1844: Yes. Entertainment. It's part of the business. One day I might even get paid for such entertainment. They aren't really switched too much. They're still the same basically. Hermione's just got more edge and Ginny's got less. Thanks for the review.

Jezebel Malice: My day has been sufficiently brightened. Having no Valentine on Valentines Day for the first time in my teenage life sucks ass. It has officially become Single Awareness Day. Glad you like it. Yes. More about Hermione's 'past' in later chapters. Thanks.

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You bleed lust. Choke. So was it worth it?
Did you get what you wanted, the silent type
Did you even come close; did they let you taste it?
I can see how the rush, and the heat, and the touch
Of a stranger gets you going.
You're feeling selfish, you've got the urge.
Don't bother keeping your heavy breathing down
For the one who can't hear you scream

Never pass off your guilt lines,
Just wear them like a noose on your neck.
I'll help you keep it tied tight.
When you feel you're close to coming,
Just think about that perfect subtle demon
That you've been dreaming into the light.
Keep it tied tight.

Unlike the way you've become "city feature".
You'd love to let them rip you apart.
Rinse and repeat, until you feel clean,
But when it's over he won't take back what is left.

I can see how the speed, and the sting, and the wings
On the plane home make you nervous.
Oh, Mr. Shoddy Content swept all your dignity under the covers,
She'll be lying, keeping secrets, keeping quiet.
Now you understand what it's like to dive.
Take it back, taken back, she forgets you.
Now she pleads, "Forgive me again, it's the last time I will..."

Judas Kiss by The Academy Is

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"Well hallo cutie pie." Ron leaned into Harry. His blue eyes mere slits. Face pink with intoxication.

Harry ignored his friend. Hand gripping the red head's face and pushing him a distance away. His emerald eyes stared into the crowd. Watched as Hermione swayed and writhed against Ginny. Watched as Ginny pressed closer. Their lips almost touching. A brief hint of jealousy slipped into his features. The two women were clueless as to their surroundings. And still, their bodies pulsed to the changing beat.

Ron leaned his chin on Harry's shoulder from behind. "Looks like Ginny's losing… or maybe she's winning. Oh bloody hell, are they doing what I think they're doing!"

"Go get another drink or something mate." The raven-haired boy pushed his friend back once more. His vulture like eyes never leaving the two figures. The song changed and he stood. His posture tense. His mind set. This wouldn't happen again.

His fingers brushed against pale skin. Harry turned Ginny to face him and licked his lips at the sight of her. Sexual tension practically radiated off of her. Her skin was flushed pink. Her sapphire eyes hazy with barely contained desire. Her lips were as red as cherries. He pulled her close, about to taste those lips.

Hermione bit softly into the nape of Ginny's neck. Her lips pressing to the buzzing skin quickly after. Ginny threw her head back and Harry held back a scowl. The red head's hips swayed, her backside rubbing into Hermione's crotch. Cloudy hazel eyes bore into emerald. A smirk glinting. A challenge tempting the raven-haired boy.

If it was a game to Hermione. So be it. He'd win. And she'd lose. Hopefully that damned ego of hers would be bruised. His body kept the beat. He let it control him. Let his emotions build. He would win.

Harry's hand slid down her side. He pulled her to him. Their bodies pressing close. Making Ginny's revere deepen. She could feel Hermione at her back. The older girl's lips still against her neck, her shoulder. The brunette's breasts pressing against her. Harry's hands roaming her body. His eyes making her fall deeper to that aching in her gut. She moved towards him, her body leaving the comforting warmth of Hermione's arms. He smirked, now they were tied.

Ginny shuddered. Her eyes shifting from Harry's to the torturous hands running up her thighs. She licked her cherry lips. An arm going around Hermione's head from behind. Pulling the older girl in. Wishing those lips on hers. Wishing the throb between her thighs to ebb away.

A rough hand twirled her around gently. Broad, strong arms surrounded her. Lips sucked at her earlobe. Harry's breath caused the stray hairs at her neck to brush intimately against her skin. Her heart was racing. Hazel eyes caught her own. There was something hidden deep within those eyes. Making them dim and swirl and capture the red head's hazy attentions. Ginny's pulse quickened when Harry's fingers traveled delicately down her arm. When Hermione's sensuous body stilled and the corners of those luscious lips twitched upward.

Hips swayed temptingly. Hermione's finger trailed up her bare chest, over the jut of her collarbone. The younger girl's boiling blood lowered to a simmer. As her sapphire orbs flickered between the lone finger trailing up along her neck to the small glimmer of something in Hermione's eyes, that torturous ache began to dull.

Ginny froze. Harry's coarse lips brushing gently across her shoulder became a nuisance. The sound of the music began to dim. The sharp smell of cigarette smoke no longer stung at her nostrils. All there was were hazel eyes, with that hint of something mysterious, and the gentle hand. Cupping her cheek and coaxing her closer.

Lips pressed to lips and somehow it felt different than before. Her eyes fluttered shut. Hand moving to the brunette's neck. Pulling Hermione closer. Ginny's head was buzzing. Her lips tingling. Somehow. Somehow it felt… sweet. The harsh blare of vibrating speakers returned. Bitter scents stung at her nostrils. It took a full ten seconds before Ginny realized that Hermione had pulled away. To open her eyes and find the brunette making her way through the horde of lust driven bodies.

The red head moved to chase after Hermione but something, someone, held her back. She turned to face him. Her sapphire eyes, shining with a sudden coldness. Harry took a step back. His fingers slipping from her hand. The diminishing shine in his emerald eyes made her heart flutter. She went after Hermione. Lured by amber mystery. By the delicate gestures and smoldering words.

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She couldn't keep her hands off of the brunette. The whole way to the head girl's room she'd had to touch Hermione in some way. Feel the silk of Hermione's skin against her fingertips. The warmth of the brunette's breath against her lips. Their actions escalated, fed the fire burning inside of them. The new and unfamiliar yearnings caused the desire for gratification to overflow. The small brushes of flesh became too small. Too insignificant. Causing Ginny to pin the older girl up against darker corners of the corridors for a quick snog. For a brief press of skin. A small taste of heated flesh. Anything. Something to keep her sedated. Hermione was like a drug and Ginny… Ginny couldn't get enough.

The brunette stopped abruptly, causing Ginny to bump into her. Causing Ginny to smell that damned scent. The one of sweat and perfume. Of shampoo and cigarettes. Her nose itched. Her mouth began to salivate. She pulled Hermione into her. Hands against the older woman's hips. Pulling the rough fabric of Hermione's jeans against her crotch and relieving some of the aching throb between her legs. Hermione smirked. Her eyes dimming before she took one of the red head's hands in her own and began to walk the short way to her dorm. Her pace quicker than before.

Hermione's hand slipped out of Ginny's as she opened the door. Again, the red head's hands went to Hermione's hips. This time traveling higher. Around the brunette's waist. Pulling the girl in. Lips pressed gently along Hermione's neck. Fingers whispered promises against the soft allure of skin just below Hermione's breast. The brunette moaned softly. Leaning back into Ginny's embrace.

Ginny urged the head girl slowly into the dim room. Her hands and lips and touch never breaking. Never stopping the tempting feel of desire running through Hermione's pulsing veins. Ginny's nail trickled over an erect nipple. A shiver ran down the brunette's spine causing to blood to rush. To make her ache. Her back arched against the warmth behind her. Ginny's lips went around her earlobe. Teeth scraping against the tender flesh. Hermione smirked. She'd had enough of Ginny's teasing. She swiveled in the red head's arms. Lips crashed, fingers buried themselves in soft strands of hair. Skin pressed to skin. The tingles spread. Driving her crazy. Making her almost feel numb. Hands roamed. Groped. Removed unwanted barriers preventing access to flushed and aching flesh.

Hermione nibbled roughly at Ginny's bottom lip. Her heart was pounding and the red heads low whimpered moan made her want more.

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Author's Note:

Four months until my birthday! Countdowwwwn:)

P.s. My eyes hurt. Stupid glasses.

P.s.s. I love Mindless Self Indulgence.

-Emokid-

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