Is This Love

Moaning Half Tones

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Girls in love with girls.

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All the tension and the terror
Thin limbed, gorgeous green eyes smiling
And I'm going straight to hell
All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily and

I try but I'm not convincing
Your lips, they pout and twist, and
I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you
You take in everything with a certainty I envy
It's somehow all I need
Just keep me guessing please

'The Tension And The Terror' by Straylight Run

000

She didn't know what time it was. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The brunette frowned, taking another sip of whatever her newest admirer had sent her way. It was the third night in a row Hermione had gone out in search of a pointless fuck. The third night in a row she'd ended up sitting at the bar, losing her sorrows in a glass of this. A bottle of that. Drink after drink and still. Still that pitiful beating thing beneath her chest burned with every sip. Stung with every seductive smile sent in her direction. Ached with the pain of regret.

'It's for the best…'

Her heart ached terribly at the thought. She downed the rest of her drink hurriedly. In a rush to quell the uneasy sensation stirring within her. Slamming the glass down, the brunette moved to stand. She had to get out of there. Had to find Ginny. Had to remind herself it was for the best.

'It's all for the best…'

Before the hazel eyed woman could reach the exit, a hand took hold of her shoulder roughly. Spun her around to meet a pair of furious blue eyes. A pang of hope rang through the brunette before reality crashed. It wasn't Ginny.

"What've you done to my sister 'Moine?" His voice was stern, blue eyes hard.

Hermione pulled away from Ron and began to walk away. She didn't need his shit. Not now. She didn't want to deal with any of it. "Bugger off Ron."

"Hermione." He followed her out of the club and into the cold winter night. "Stop running away for once and-"

She whirled around to face him. Her hazel eyes a blaze. The promising gleam of tears threatening to fall. Her voice was hoarse with emotion, her words aimed to pierce like daggers. "And what would you have me do Ron?"

The man's shoulders fell. His angered gaze softening. He said nothing.

"What can I do?" Hermione turned her burning gaze away from him. The intoxicating buzz of alcohol was fading fast and that… hurt thing inside of her was becoming more and more noticeable. She shook her head bitterly; locks of wavy hair fell across her face. "What am I supposed to do?"

Ron gritted his teeth angrily. He hated seeing Hermione like this. Hated how weak and vulnerable it made her look. How that ever present gleam in her hazel eyes seemed to dull. The brunette was always so full of life. So full of surprises. And now, now she was just a scared little girl. He hated it. "You can be happy Hermione! You can go to my sister and tell her you're in love with her! You can stop sulking and just… just get a grip of yourself!"

The brunette didn't look at him. Didn't say a single word.

"You can be you again…" His voice cracked slightly. Tears were forming in his eyes and he couldn't stop them. Couldn't stop all of the emotions coursing through him. All the fond memories from flooding into his head. "You always lived in the present 'Mione. Why should it be any different now?"

"Because she's different. She makes me wish everything was different Ron." She leaned against a nearby wall. Her hazel eyes moved to the sky and she smiled sadly. Her heavy heart was beating a slow, painful rhythm beneath her chest. She wished that god forsaken thing would just stop already. "Sometimes I absolutely can't stand her and then... then she'll look at me and I don't know. I've never felt quite like this about anyone before. With Ginny there's more to it than just the moment."

The red headed man ran a hand through his hair uneasily. A light blush formed across his cheeks. Talking about his sister with his best friend was a bit awkward. He cleared his throat before speaking. "If you want something more then why not take it?"

"I can't." She looked away from the sky. Her expression growing cold.

"Rubbish." Ron smirked. "I seem to remember you saying that when you want something, you take it."

The brunette glared at the man. Why wouldn't he just drop it? Why did it matter so much? "I can't give her something I don't have Ron!"

"What don't you have 'Mione?" He met her cold gaze evenly.

Hermione broke their stare. Her heart was aching terribly and her head decided to follow suit. She didn't need this. She didn't need his pleading, angered voice in his head. She didn't need anything. The brunette strode past Ron. Her voice as bitter cold as the night. "Fuck off Ron."

"She loves you Hermione!" A sudden jolt of anger ran through him and he grabbed a hold of her arm forcefully. The brunette stiffened. "…And you love her. What more do you need?"

Hermione didn't turn to face him. She wouldn't let him see the doubt in her eyes or the generous tears sliding down her cheeks. One pain filled word fell almost inaudibly from her lips. "Time."

His hand retracted as if burned by that one simple word. His eyes were wide with shock and sadness. His mouth hanging open. The wheels in his mind turning vigorously. Trying to find something, anything to say. Without a word, he watched her walk off into the night.

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His voice was low, sour. His emerald eyes dark and heavy with jealousy. "Ginny."

"Yes, Harry?" The girl in question answered monotonously without looking away from the blurry letters of the text before her. All of it seemed to blend together. Focus as she may, the thought of Hermione Granger would not leave her be. Questions swirled like ferocious tornados in her head. Picking up every stray thought there was. Every thought that wasn't related to Hermione. To their encounter. To the terrible ache beneath her chest.

Ginny looked outside of the large library window blankly. Why did it all hurt so much? Was Hermione just playing with her the whole time? Had it not been real at all? Was she just one of Hermione Granger's many infamous flings? Ginny swallowed against the lump in her throat. Took a deep breath to cool the hot, fresh tears pushing at the back of her tired sapphire eyes. She barely caught the venomous tone in Harry's whispered words.

"We need to talk, Ginny."

She met his cold, penetrating gaze and nearly flinched. Never had she seen Harry look so… menacing. "What's the matter Harry? Are you-"

"I need to talk to you alone." He seethed. His tone growing more and more infuriated.

The blue eyed girl stared curiously at him. "Can't we-"

"Alone." The green eyed man grabbed a hold of her hand. Squeezing it slightly, threateningly, he spoke again. His voice lower than before. "Now."

Ginny pulled her hand back in shock. She glared incredulously at Harry before standing and speaking defiantly. "We have nothing to talk about Harry."

"There's something you should know." The boy chuckled lightly. That ominous look in his eyes growing darker. Harry smirked charmingly at her. It held nothing but pure unbridled malice.

The red head shot him a warning glare before starting to pack up her things. Her only intent to walk away from this boy she thought she knew. The questions pestering her weary mind began their unrelenting attack once more. Why was everything so screwed up? Why were they both acting so wrong? So not themselves? Was she not acting as she should?

"It's about Hermione." He grinned, delighted with her rigid stance. With the way Ginny froze so abruptly. The way her icy sapphire eyes snapped up to meet his venomous emerald. To burn him with the utter ferocity within those all but innocent jewels.

Her arms folded across her chest. Her defensive stance teamed with her athletic build, making Ginny seem almost intimidating. So different from the innocent, naïve girl most saw her as. She suddenly looked more like the ice queen she was rumored to be. The lethal gleam in her cold, blue eyes never left. "It seems you've caught my attention."

"Shall we find a more… private setting?"

"If you have something you'd like to tell me, Harry," The red head glared. Setting down her things and gesturing to the vacant seat across from her. "I suggest you do so now."

He scoffed indignantly. His emerald eyes wild. Harry sat across from her defiantly. "As you wish."

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It was raining. Hard and unrelenting. Hermione chuckled bitterly into the cold, rainy morning. Her hazel eyes stared blankly across the empty forest. It was the only place Ron wouldn't think to find her. The only place where she could feel the smallest ounce of peace. The brunette leaned against the trunk of a tree. Letting her thoughts run away with her. Letting the tears fall freely and the heartache overcome her. A low growl escaped her.

"It's all for the best…." The words seeped unconvincingly through her gritted teeth. "It's for her own good..."

She shut her eyes tight against the pain of it all. Her pulse accelerated. She could feel the feverish heat of her body rising. The anger building within her. It pushed forward. Pounded against the hard lump in her throat. Against the throbbing beat of her heart. She unleashed it with an agonized scream.

"It's not fair!" A shaky breath escaped her. Her fist clenched. The tears were falling faster now. Her amber eyes filled with regret. With sadness and misery. "It not fair…"

"You're right." The voice was filled with indignation. She spoke again. The silky sound coming closer than before. "It isn't fair."

Hermione didn't dare open her eyes. If she was just a figment of the brunette's imagination, Hermione wasn't sure she could stand it. And if she was real… If she was standing right next her right then. If she was real, Hermione wasn't sure what she would do. How she would react to Ginny. Her mind raced with the possibilities. If Ginny was real, Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"I know, Hermione." Sweet, hot breath rushed against the brunette's ear in fatal, desire filled tones. Delicate fingers traced the line of her jaw, across the pulse point of her neck, settling against her shoulder. Gripping the fabric of her jacket tightly. "Harry told me everything."

The brunette dared not open her eyes. She didn't want to see Ginny's hurt expression. Didn't want to see the pity in those sapphire eyes. She didn't need pity. Hermione leaned back against the tree trunk and said nothing.

Ginny searched the older woman's face for an expression. Any hint of emotion. Anything. She shook her head sadly when she found Hermione's mask to be made of steel. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of Hermione's soaked jacket briefly before she let her hand fall to her side. Her voice came out harsher than she'd intended. "Tell me one thing Hermione Granger."

Hermione refused to open her eyes. Refused to speak. Refused to break. Refused to lose control and take Ginny into her arms right then and there. Her head was spinning from the scent of the younger girl. From the sound of her voice. The feel of her skin. If she looked at her, Hermione knew she'd be done for. She'd lose control. She'd always lost control with Ginny.

"What do I…" Her voice cracked. "What did I mean to you?"

The brunette looked to the sky and forced a smirk across her lips. She had to make it believable. It was now or never. She could feel her resolve breaking. She needed Ginny to leave before she could give in. Could lose herself to the hot blooded need coursing through her veins. The need to touch. To feel. "What makes you think you meant anything?"

Ginny's sapphire eyes were wide, disbelieving. It stung. Those words stung. Her words were harsh again. "Look at me then! Look me in the eyes and tell me I didn't mean anything!"

The older woman turned her dull hazel eyes to Ginny. The furious, pained expression on Ginny's face made her stomach churn terribly. Made her hesitate. The words spewed like venom from her lips. "You were nothing more than a good fuck, Ginny."

The red head gasped, her hand moving to cover her mouth. Blue eyes wide and brimming with tears. She took a shocked step back. She wanted to run. To scream at Hermione. To fall to the ground and cry. Just cry it all out. "A good fuck?"

"Yes," Her hazel eyes darkened. It almost surprised her how she could be so cold. "Quite good."

Something inside of Ginny snapped. Something propelled her forward with a dangerous, animalistic growl. "How good?"

Before Hermione could think. Could process what was happening. What was about to happen. Their lips met in a feverish blur. Hermione's knees went week. Her heart racing, blood pulsing, and skin quivering. An electric, prickling sensation was spreading trough her. She fought to keep her eyes open. To stay focused. To stay in control. It was futile. She could feel herself kissing Ginny back. Could feel the warmth of Ginny's skin against her fingertips. Against her aching, throbbing mess of a body. How in the world did she manage to stay away from this for so long? To deny herself this euphoric bliss.

Then it was gone and Ginny was saying something. Speaking in a tone so filled with desire Hermione could hardly bear it. With her lips against Hermione's neck. Her breath accosting heated flesh. She could barely catch Ginny's whispered, wanting words. "Show me."

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Author's Note:

Here's a nice long chapter to make up for the last one. :)