Is This Love

Another Victim

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Femslash.

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Special thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. Without you, this story would be dead. Seriously. I have no motivation for anything. Heh. Well, maybe some things. :)

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I don't, have love left, inside, inside
And I don't, have love left, inside, inside
Are you desperate for an answer?
I don't have an ounce of good left in me now

Calling All Cars by Senses Fail

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Ginny stared out across the yard blankly. Why had she just let things happen with Harry like she did? Was she that desperate for an answer? So desperate that she had to prey off of his lust for her? His love for her. She ran her fingers slowly, irritably through her silky red hair. And what had her desperation cost her? A broken heart. Was that even it? Did she love Hermione? A bitter frown marred her pretty features. Eyebrows furrowing and blue eyes growing cold, biting.

"It's a bit cold out." The heated breath at the back of her neck. That throaty whisper flowing pleasurably into her ears. The warm thrill of arms slipping around her waist. The sensation sent chills down her spine. "Let me warm you up."

"I thought you were leaving." Ginny fought against the urge to fall into the warmth of the brunette's embrace. Refused to acknowledge the quickened pace of her heartbeat or the warm blush rushing across her cold cheeks. The blood in her veins making her body burn despite the icy temperature.

"Do you want me to leave?" Hermione's words were slow, anxious. She felt Hermione's arms tense the slightest bit.

She turned in the older woman's arms, blue eyes piercing. "Hermione… Do you…"

Her heart was racing; she couldn't stand the swirling gleam of those amber eyes. They sucked her in. They made her ears flush as red as her cheeks. Made her look away nervously. She bit her bottom lip timidly. A picture of innocence, so adorable that it caused a shadow of a smile to ghost across Hermione's lips.

"Hey," She lifted the red head's chin gently. Her simple gesture warming the furnace beneath Ginny's chest. They were so close. Close enough for lips to touch. To say things words couldn't. "What I said earlier… I didn't mean to hurt you."

The younger woman couldn't look away. She could get lost in those eyes, drown in them. Get drunk off of that pure, intoxicating amber. The words flew from her mouth like a rush of wind. "Is this love?"

Hermione stiffened, her eyes darkening. She was frozen in Ginny's questioning gaze. In that raw emotion, that confusion and frustration. In that something behind those sapphire eyes. She wanted to say yes. To embrace what it was, to lie, to trick the red head. She wanted to say yes just for the sake of calming the raging storm in those eyes. And yet, she wanted to tell Ginny no. To push her away and scream, to laugh and tell her it was all a game. To lie, to do what she was good at. Breaking hearts.

"I don't know. But," She grinned, her heart beating like a jackhammer. "I'd like to find out."

A light giggle escaped the younger woman, her blue eyes lighting up. That empty hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach slowly easing and making way for the invading, infuriating warmth Hermione always seemed to instill within her. She smiled the most deviously innocent smile she could muster before bringing their lips together in a slow, searing kiss.

The brunette, taken completely by surprise, stumbled forward. Effectively pinning Ginny against a tree. At Ginny's light, almost inaudible moan the older woman felt something lurch in the pit of her stomach. Her hazel eyes swirled, pupils dilating, lust consuming her every move. She looked at Ginny through thick lashes and hazy eyes, taking in the swollen look of the red head's lips and the anything but innocent smirk still plastered to them. She growled. Her body moving even before she could process what she'd done.

In a cloudy haze, Ginny found her legs wrapped around Hermione's waist and her hands searching eagerly for skin. Hermione's silken lips trailing across the exposed flesh of her chest. Her finger's curling around locks of wavy brown hair as Hermione's tongue lashed out.

"Hermione Jean Granger!"

And then it was gone.

Hermione's eyes were wide. In the brief moment before Hermione turned toward the furious voice Ginny could see the girl grow visibly paler. Ginny hurriedly buttoned up her shirt. Cheeks and ears growing just as red as the rest of her body. 'This is not happening… this is not happening… this is not bloody-'

Everything became a blur for Hermione. The brunette could feel the hard slap against her cheek even before she saw it coming. Her fist balled tight at her sides. Hermione stood there; her body stiff, eyes glued to the snow covered ground, and lips pressed into a thin line. She could barely feel the throb of pain making its way from her cheek to her neck down her throat and into her heart. She turned her head slowly, eyes steely and dark as they met their mirror.

"It's good to see you too, Father." Stuffing the bruises far back into the recesses of her mind her stiff posture grew more relaxed. More carelessly confident. More obnoxiously infuriating. She glared harshly at her father before turning her gaze to Ginny. Her features softened slightly, her voice still holding its frigid demeanor. "Go inside."

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Author's Note:

I'm sorry it's not much. I'm just super busy with everything right now. Work and school and all that jazz. Bleh.