Is This Love
Touch Her! Touch Her!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning: Girl slash. Language. Eh… all that other stuff.
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I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win
Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse of curves
So with the combination of my gift with one liners
And my way
My way with words
It seems I'm too hip to keep tight lips
And you're on the gossip team
You're making something out of nothing
Your jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed
The Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For
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She was in love with this girl! This infuriating woman. This treacherous, manipulative, lying heartbreaker. Her thoughts ran rampant as the tears welling in her eyes begged to fall. Begged to be set free, to be seen. Ginny wouldn't let them. No, not in front of Hermione. The brunette didn't deserve her tears. A bitter voice in her head screamed 'I told you so'. Laughed sardonically at her predicament.
'Just when things were starting to get easier…' The red head frowned. A sort of infuriated longing beginning to resonate from her aching heart. She despised that deceitful beating thing beneath her chest.
Ginny had waited for months for Hermione. Months since Ginny had felt the silk of Hermione's lips against her and the fiery passion that sparked every time they were close to one another. Months in silent anticipation for a letter or a phone call. Something, anything to let her know Hermione was all right. That she would come back. Ginny scoffed, she should have know better…
"I'm sorry Ginny." The brunette moved to sit next to the younger woman. Their eyes met and Ginny felt her heart racing. "I have to go."
Ginny nodded. She knew, despite her useless hopes. That Hermione's father would take her away. The red head tore her gaze away from those amber pools. She could drown in them. They never ceased to pull her in, make her weak, quicken her rapid heartbeat. She quelled that pang of longing making her heart ache. Her voice still came out a husky mess. "Will I see you after break?"
"Ginny," She turned Ginny to face her. The brunette was grinning. Her amber eyes sparkling with mischief and something Ginny couldn't quite decipher. "I meant what I said earlier… I want to find out what this is. What it could be."
The younger woman's features brightened slightly. Her blue eyes shining in the light of the moon. Sapphire eyes met hazel, their gleam enticing and enchanting. Reeling Hermione in. Pulling her into a pair of soft lips. The kiss was something sweet. Something pleasantly chaste. Something Hermione Granger wasn't used to. It filled her stomach with butterflies and made her dizzy.
Ginny felt like she was floating. Like nothing else mattered. Only that moment. She pulled away slowly, a soft smile on her lips and a pink tint to her heated cheeks. Her gaze was cloudy and her voice had a rare rasp to it. "Promise."
Hermione nodded, a genuine smile gracing her own lips. "I promise."
The sound of a familiar sultry voice caused her body to tremble and her eyes to water. She looked in the direction of the sound and her heart stopped, her revere broken. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't see through the tears now blurring her vision. She silently crept closer to the brunette.
The sound of an unfamiliar moan and Ginny stiffened. Her swirling sapphire eyes closing, chest constricting. When she opened her eyes they were a violent, bitter blue. Hard as steel and cold as ice. It was just a… a game to the brunette. Everything she'd said… everything… Ginny should have known better. She berated herself. She should have known better than to trust Hermione Granger. She should have seen through Hermione's temptress ways and halfhearted promises.
'It's fitting…' She thought bitterly. Wiping the tears angrily from her eyes. 'It's fitting this should end the way it started.'
Her stomach clenched. The worst part was, she knew she hadn't been the only one to fall prey to the brunettes provocative talk. To her sultry stare and luscious curves. She wasn't the only one to fall in love with Hogwart's very own heartbreaker. And now Ginny knew, she shouldn't have thought that Hermione could ever fall for someone like her. Everything Hermione said that night… everything… She cleared her throat indignantly.
"Either sod off or join in." Hermione's playful amber gaze met Ginny's cold one and she froze. An involuntary shiver coursing through her. She pulled away from her toy as if burned.
The red head's lethal gaze moved to the girl that was unfortunate enough to be caught with Hermione. Ginny nearly growled, her sapphire gaze darkening. "Leave."
They stood there in silence for what seemed like forever before Hermione gained the courage to speak. The brunette smirked lightly. As if they encountered this sort of thing on a usual basis. "Long time no see."
"As if you cared."
The bite to Ginny's tone didn't seem to faze Hermione. The older girl just continued to smirk. She bit her bottom lip temptingly and began her prowl toward the redhead. She stood before the younger woman, hazel eyes daring. Smirk taunting. A hint of arrogance shining through the sexy rasp of her voice. "I've missed you very, very much Ginny."
"I won't be one of your play thing Hermione." She fought the desire building inside of her. Fought the tempt of that sultry tone and those promising eyes. Fought the ache telling her she needed to touch.
'Just touch her…'
"Ginny…" Hermione's hot breath was against her lips. Nimble fingers sliding down the exposed flesh of her neck. Causing Ginny to lean into the torturous feel. Leaving burning trails of desire. Hermione's eyes glinted playfully, smirk growing. "You can't resist me."
Ginny felt like she was on fire. Like her legs would give out beneath her. How could she? How could Hermione do this to her? So easily? Without the slightest ounce of guilt? How? Tears formed beneath her closed eyelids. Her body reacted to Hermione's touch. Lips pressed hard to the brunette's, her back met the cold stone wall. Greedy hands tore at her shirt buttons. The older girl's mouth was on her neck. Ginny kept her eyes shut tight, fighting the tears she knew would fall.
'I want her… I want her… I want her…'
Those three words filled her head. Filled her heart. Made her choke out a sob. Pushed the first bout of tears from her closed eyes and Hermione from her throbbing body. "No."
The brunette scoffed. "Suit yourself."
Ginny sunk to the floor. Her head in her hands and tears pouring from her eyes. All she could hear was the sound of Hermione's retreating footsteps and her heart breaking with each stride the brunette took.
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She slammed the door to her dorm. Anger coursing through every fiber of her being. She gritted her teeth against the pain at her chest, picking up the closest thing to her and throwing it across the room. The picture frame shattered with a loud crash as Hermione fell weakly to her knees. She stared blankly at the pieces. Her heart ached. It ached. The brunette struggled for air as the tears fell.
'Ginny… I can't… I just can't… I won't!'
"Damn it!" She clutched her chest waiting for the dizziness to take her. For her useless body to break into a cold sweat. To make her weaker than she already was. For that sick feeling to take hold of her pathetic excuse for a heart.
It didn't come.
"Bravo."
Hazel eyes gazed furiously at an amused Harry Potter. "What are you doing here."
He grinned menacingly. His emerald eyes holding an all too perfect mixture of jealousy and malice. His tone was one of bitterness and triumph. "I'm glad you finally came to your senses."
"Sod off Harry." The dislike dripping from her tone only seemed to make him grin wider. Take a gloating step closer.
"You're still in love with me." He took another step closer, his eyes devouring her alluring form. Their gazes met and Hermione felt her stomach lurch in disgust. "I've done some thinking and I'm willing to see past your little flings and take you back."
"Get out!" The brunette strode toward her door. Hands trembling with rage somehow finding a way to wrap around the doorknob and pull.
Harry's handsome features twisted cynically with rage. He whispered scathingly to Hermione before the door was shut in his face. "You'll regret this Hermione."
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Author's Note:
Well, well, well… not too proud of this chapter but it really does help move everything along. I'm excited for the next chapter though! So lets just call this a filler. Yay!
(P.S. I have not given up on any of my stories. Just the one that's discontinued. But I'm kinda thinking of opening that one back up again…)