Is This Love

High And Dry

Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter.

Warning: Femmeslash. Flashbacks and lyrics are in italics.

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000

How did I get so lost inside of you?
I could be saved I could be found
But get high and dry that's all I really wanna do
So I guess I'll just stick around

Fading going black
Gotta move gotta wake up
It is the sunlight
Everyone is dead
And we dance like a knife fight
I am the sunlight

Well I lost my inspiration lying in your bed
But you cannot rape the willing
You taste like self-destruction
I follow where I'm lead
But you cannot rape the willing

I count the days and watch your fires burn
Just give me time to blow them out
But get high and dry that's all I really wanna do
So if you want I could bring you down

Now I get chills when you're around
But we still speak with out sound
Well I'm dying
I'm dying

'The Willing' by Emmanuel

000

How easy it'd seemed to give in. How easy it'd seemed, to press her lips to the brunette's. Her steaming body pressed hard against the wall, hard against Hermione. Skin lit on fire. Burning desire devouring her. A tongue slipped inside her mouth. Nails running like needles up her bare thigh. The red head moaned. Her fingers tangling themselves in Hermione's dark hair.

The brunette's hands slid up Ginny's torso. Cupping her breast. Nimble fingers tracing sensitive flesh. Making Ginny shudder and moan into Hermione's mouth. The brunette broke away from the searing kiss, her hazel eyes dimming. She watched Ginny's flushed face. The rise and fall of the younger girl's chest. Those kiss bruised lips, red as cherries and slightly parted. The enticing sounds escaping parted lips like whispered want.

Oh, how that ache in the pit of Ginny's stomach grew. She needed something. Something to calm that aching, pulsing need in the pit of her stomach. Between her thighs. Hermione grinded into her. The red head hissed as teeth nipped softly at her neck. Her nails ran down Hermione's arms, making the older woman smirk into the tender flesh of Ginny's neck. Ginny guided the brunette's hand lower. Fingers brushing against her ribs, her taunt stomach. To the subtle jut of her hipbone. The younger woman's body shivered. Her breathing hitched.

Electric blue eyes parted. Hazy. One thought on her mind. One thought. She licked her lips. Her grip around Hermione's wrist slacked. The brunette's fingers brushed softly, slowly against that aching spot. Past the silken barrier of her underwear. A finger sliding against slick flesh. Slipping inside. Making her back arch into the other girl.

000

Hermione snuggled into her pillow. Hiding her face from the harsh blare of sunlight. She could feel the warm burn of sun hitting her skin. She threw the pillow across the room, muttering angrily at the swaying curtains.

She felt her mattress strain with the weight of another person. Hazel eyes opened groggily. A small smile stretched across her lips. Warm and genuine. It was quickly followed by an immense frown. Hermione half expected, half hoped the red head not to be there when she woke. The few others she'd shared her bed with had at least had the decency to leave sometime before she woke. Hermione sighed. The brunette knew that Ginny would be different. She knew the younger girl would expect something Hermione couldn't give. Something she wouldn't give. Something more. More than just a fuck.

Dark eyes traced the features of Ginny's peacefully sleeping face. She shuddered. A trill of desire churning in the pit of her stomach. She licked her lips. Leaned closer to Ginny. Wanting those lips against hers. Wanting to see the intensity in those gleaming sapphire eyes. Hermione bit her bottom lip and stopped mere inches away from the dainty mouth that seemed to call to her.

She brushed an errant strand of golden red hair behind Ginny's ear. Her knuckles sweeping gently along the younger woman's jaw. Thumb rolling over silken lips. Dark eyes trailing the dust of freckles across her cheeks. Her nails grazed over the red head's bare shoulder. Causing Ginny to shiver, Goosebumps forming along her arm. Hermione smiled softly as Ginny cuddled cutely into her pillow. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away.

Ginny groaned, beginning to wake. The brunette pulled her hand away as if burned. Her fingertips were buzzing from the contact and she found herself wanting to feel Ginny's soft skin against her. Wanting to wash away that ache telling her that maybe she could be more. Maybe she would let Ginny have all that she could give.

Maybe she can love me.

Hermione blinked at the sudden thought. She shook it from her head, curly tresses swaying about her face. Hazel eyes became indifferent. She stood and pulled a bathrobe over her naked form, took one lingering glance at Ginny's body glowing in the sunlight, and headed for the showers.

000

Sweat was forming on her brow. The tension, the pressure. It was getting to her. She needed to focus. Focus. Just focus. She took a deep breath. Her heart was racing. Her legs were numb with the sting. It sent shivers up her spine. She loved the sting. Someone knocked the ground from beneath her legs and she fell hard on her backside. The soccer ball gliding easily away from her.

"Bloody fucking HELL!" Ginny muttered viciously before getting back on her feet. She'd had enough. The red head ignored the confused voices of her teammates as she headed for the locker room.

She sat on a bench in the deserted locker room. Her head in her hands. Palms trying to rub away the tears forming in her blue eyes. Her head was pounding from thoughts she'd never dare to speak allowed. From the taunting images of that night. She couldn't stop it from making her head whirl. She couldn't stop it from making her body ache so deliciously. God her body ached. To be touched. To be fucked.

Thoughts of Hermione flooded her mind. Burned her into submission and made her feel things she'd never felt before. Hermione made her feel so insecure. So apprehensive of everything. She made Ginny feel so sure. So certain. So dazed and confused. Doubting everything and welcoming it with open arms. So unbearably mixed up. So pleasantly steady.

She ran her hands slowly down her face before letting them fall slack in her lap and leaning heavily against the lockers behind her. Letting the cold metal jab uncomfortably into her back. She felt numb.

000

Hermione hurried toward her room. Her head throbbing and that aching feeling in her chest intensifying. Not again. She thought. Not now. Not-

She leaned against a nearby wall. Her shallow breathing echoing loudly in her ears. The blood rushing and making her throbbing head pound. She closed her eyes against the pain. How it hurt. All she could think about was the sting. The want. The need for the pain to go away. She bit her lip. Hard. It felt as if someone was stabbing at her heart with a spoon.

"Hermione?"

And I thought it couldn't get any worse.

She licked her lip. The metallic taste on her tongue and the sting at her lip made her grimace. The feeling receded just enough for Hermione to speak. The brunette's voice was hoarse and venomous. "What do you want?"

"You've been avoiding me."

"Honestly…" She cursed under her breath. She turned to face him. "Will you just come off it."

His face hardened. "You can't keep running away hoping it'll all be over and dealt with."

"Watch me." Her eyes sizzled like fire and he couldn't stand the burn. He looked away and she began to walk off.

"Just tell me one thing Hermione." His voice was so soft she could barely hear him. She stopped and her back stiffened. The pain in her chest dissolving. "How's it going to end this time?"

Her jaw clenched. Anything but that. She would answer anything but that. The pain in her chest began to throb again. Except this time, this time she knew why it hurt. She began to walk away again. Hoping he wouldn't follow. "I'm not a fucking psychic."

The brunette rounded the corner. Her body feeling like slush. She needed to rest. She closed the door to her dorm and leaned her forehead against the hard wood. Her eyes stung. Images flashed. Fingertips running down her spine. Soft lips. The silky feel of hair brushing against her heated cheek. Dancing. Moving. Pulsing. Writhing. Moaning. She shuddered at the memory. Her fist clenched and she punched the door. Her knuckles pleasantly burning. She fought the urge to cry. The urge to scream in complete and utter frustration. A tear slipped down her cheek. Her lip stung. Salt mixed with blood and it burned.

She felt warm breath on her ear and she tensed. Hands traveled up her side and brushed wavy tresses behind her ear. She turned quickly. Not quick enough. Calloused hands pushed her shoulders hard into the wall. Rough lips accosted her own. A tongue delved into her mouth. Her nails scraped against skin. It was suffocating. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could taste the mix of blood and tears on her tongue. She moaned.

000

"Hermione…" Ginny caught a flash of dark curls. She sped her pace. She needed to talk to her. Just talk. She needed to know what that… thing in the pit of her stomach was. That racing pound of her heart every time she thought of the brunette.

The girl was walking faster. Ignoring her. Ginny's strong legs took control. She ran to catch up with the brunette. Her heart was racing and she doubted it was because she was tired. Her mouth was dry. Her eyes were desperate. Almost crazed. She didn't know why she was chasing the older girl. She didn't know what would come of it but she needed to find out. She needed that throb in her chest to settle. And she knew Hermione was the only reprieve.

"Hey." Ginny caught hold of Hermione's arm. Whirling the brunette around to face her. Pushing her up against a wall to hide from curious eyes. Pressed her lips to Hermione's because… because she just needed to. Because she wanted to. Because she wasn't sure what else she should do.

Hermione moaned softly. Succumbing to the gentle pull. To the allure of silk and sweetness. She felt Ginny's hand trickle slowly up her arm. Felt the younger woman's hand warm against the back of her neck.

A part of her said to let Ginny pull her closer. It said to lash out. To taunt to tease to deepen the kiss and take the girl right then and there. It said to push her away. Push her away before it's too late. Push her away before you let your broken heart break. Another part of her said to just let her take it. Let the younger woman take anything she had left. Let her mend it and break it just as long as they could have moments like now. Just as long as Ginny kissed her the way she was. With the tender press of lips and the gentle swirl of fingers against her neck.

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Author Notes:

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