Is This Love

Magnificent Liars

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Femslash. AU.

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So sick, so sick of being tired,
And oh so tired of being sick.
We're both such magnificent liars,
So crush me baby, I'm all ears.

So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.
I'll give in one more time
And feed you stupid lines all about its basic...
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.

'You Know How I Do' by Taking Back Sunday

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"Ginny…" The name fell from Hermione's silken, kiss bruised lips like liquid fire. Husky and hoarse with a hint of bewildered trepidation. Her cloudy amber eyes fought to stay open. Stay focused. She needed to stop. To tear herself away from this girl. This beautiful, confusing woman with soft lips and searing kisses. "Please… don't."

The younger woman's passionate attack slowed slightly before ceasing altogether, albeit reluctantly. She sighed heavily, irately and pressed her forehead to Hermione's shoulder, her fingers digging into the rough fabric of the brunette's soaked jacket. "Stop fighting this."

"This?" Her hazel eyes darkened. Jaw clenched. Slowly, her fingers encircled Ginny's wrists. Willing herself to push the other woman away. She couldn't. Their eyes met and Hermione could feel that familiar tingle. That inescapable rush she felt every time Ginny was near.

The confusing swirl of emotions in Hermione's eyes held Ginny captive. Forced her into quiet submission. She waited for Hermione to push her away. To pull her in close. To do something. Anything. She waited for the words that would hurt or the kiss that would make her knees weak. That would send her rocketing into senseless oblivion. Ginny wasn't expecting the brunette to say the words that she did.

"I… What…" Hermione paused. Her heart beating rapidly beneath her chest. "Why couldn't you be like the others?"

The red head's brows furrowed. Words of indignant protest filling her head. On the tip of her tongue. Ready to be spoken aloud.

"Why did I have to fall in love with you?" It was a barely audible whisper. A rushed ghost of words that made Ginny's blue eyes widen. Made the younger woman stare, frozen, into Hermione's turbulent gaze.

"I…"

"What do you want from me, Ginny? Tell me what it is you want." The brunette's tone was becoming more aggressive. Her voice rising. Eyes swirling with confusion. With guilt and anger and desire and… love. "I'll give you anything! The moon! The stars! Anything… Just don't say-"

Ginny took a frightened step away. Her heart ached. It ached. "I want you, Hermione. I love-"

"I don't have a me to give to you!" She was frantic now. Her grip tightening around the younger woman's wrists. Squeezing, almost painfully tight. "I can't give you what you want, Ginny! I can't give you what you need! Don't you understand?!"

'I can't give you what you want.' There it was again. The words that ran on repeat in her head. The words that mocked her. Sapphire eyes shut tight. Ginny shook her head vigorously as she tried to pull away from Hermione. From the painful truth of it all. "You-"

"I'm dying, Ginny!"

As soon as the words escaped her, Ginny broke free of her hold. Sapphire eyes electric and scorching as they met dejected hazel. The red head's heart was pounding in her ears. Her vision blurring from the wet, hot tears in her eyes. The lump in her throat made words futile. She didn't have a thing to say anyway. She'd already known, hadn't she? Harry told her, hadn't he? He told her everything. Told her that Hermione was… Hermione was… She couldn't even bring herself to think it.

Hermione's hand's cupped Ginny's face. Thumbs running across the younger girl's cheeks. Wiping away the tears there. The brunette's voice was low, heartbroken. "I made myself believe I was ready for it. I made myself believe I wasn't even alive anymore. And then we met and I didn't know what to do, Ginny. I didn't know I could ever feel that way again. I didn't know I could feel at all."

The brunette leaned her forehead against Ginny's. Hazel eyes closed briefly. A soft smile gracing her lips. "I love you, Ginny, but I can't give you-"

"Don't say it…" The younger woman's arms went around Hermione's waist, pulling her closer. She buried her face in the crook of Hermione's neck. Her warm breath making the brunette shudder. "I just want you, Hermione. For however long you'll let me have you. I just want you."

Hermione sighed. Her hands placing themselves slowly, tentatively against the red head's back. Fingers tracing comforting patterns. She pressed her lips to Ginny's forehead. Her heart swelling at the sight of those wide blue eyes staring up at her. Waiting. Hoping. The brunette spoke softly, hazel eyes tender. Glinting playfully. "And what'll you do once you have me?"

Ginny mimicked one of the brunette's smirks. Mind running wild with ideas. "I can think of a few things…"

"Well then," The older woman chuckled lightly. Fingers burying themselves in ginger tresses. "I'm all yours."

000

Draco awoke lazily to a crisp, rude knocking at his door. He sat up in his bed, barely clothed, and ran a hand through his sleep tousled platinum blonde hair. The knocking continued, growing more impatient by the second. Draco sneered. "Bloody well be worth my time…"

The blond opened the door slowly, sharp grey eyes staring ruefully into icy blue. More than a hint of malice made its way into his voice as he scowled. "What a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm not here to play games." Fleur glared menacingly at the man. Luminescent blue eyes growing even colder. "Tell me what you know."

Draco smirked. His ever present scowl never leaving his thin lips. "What I know about what, dear cousin?"

"You know what about." The blonde woman was the perfect picture of calm. Her cold eyes empty. Full lips set in a straight, subtle line. She pushed the door open and strode into the room. Making a slightly shocked Draco take a cautious step back. He knew how his cousin could get about her. "Tell me what you know. Now."

He made a show of leaning nonchalantly against his desk and inspecting his nails. "I'm not your errand boy, Fleur. Why don't you ask your step daughter yourself?"

He smirked at his cousin's reaction to his words. Reveled in the brief glimmer of pain that skittered across her cold features. He knew it was a sore subject. He knew about Fleur's dirty little secret. About that oh so obvious attraction she held for Hermione. And he grinned happily at her despair.

"You forget," Fleur pulled a small bottle of pills from her coat. "Whether or not I give you this depends one what information you have for me."

Draco's gaze never left the bottle as he spoke. Words rushed and scathing. "Your step daughter's been a naughty girl, Fleur. Fainting in corridors. Skipping classes on the premise that she's been ill. The rumors are flying about her sudden loss of interest in her infamous flings. She's even denied me. People are saying it's because she's been playing with that Weasley girl. Pretty little thing with a stick up her-"

Fleur shoved the bottle of pills into Draco's chest. Blue eyes burning with malice. Violent blue with lethal intent. She knew that girl would be a nuisance. She knew that girl would take Hermione away from her. Would take what was rightfully hers. It's time you knew the truth, Hermione. With that thought, like a mantra of rage in mind Fleur strode contemptuously towards Hermione's dormitory.

Draco watched her storm out of his room. Grey eyes shinning with mischief. He popped a few pills into his mouth and swallowed with a contented sigh. What fun it would be to watch the whole thing unravel. The devious gleam in his eyes became more prominent. "I guess it's a good thing I didn't tell her about their little lover's spat in the forest the other day. Hm, Harry?"

"I refuse to do any more of your dirty work, Draco." The dark haired man stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel slung halfheartedly around his waist. He sat on the edge of Draco's bed. Burying his face in his hands. "This is sick. It's twisted. If Hermione knew…"

"But you won't tell her." Draco sauntered seductively over to the raven haired man. A wicked smirk now plastered on his thin lips. "Will you, Harry?"

Emerald eyes traveled longingly over the blond man's slim form before meeting the emptiness of those grey eyes. Harry knew Draco would never look at him any differently. Never see him for anything more than a useless fuck… but still. Still he hoped… His whispered words and strained tone of voice only served to entertain the other man. "You know I won't."

Draco's smirk turned sadistic. He pushed Harry down onto the mattress. Hands tugging roughly at Harry's towel. "And why is that?"

"Because," Harry's heart was breaking. Was swelling with the feel of Draco against him. He hated himself for it. He hated what he'd become because of it. He said it anyway. Said it with all the hatred he had for this man. All the anger and pain. "I love you."

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Hermione trailed a lazy hand along the red head's back. Greedy hazel eyes taking in every bit of exposed skin. Every curve. Every dip. Every freckle. Every little detail. She wondered, briefly, how much longer she'd have of this. How much longer she could be selfish. Be happy with Ginny.

How much longer until you leave her broken hearted, sobbing out your name in front of your tombstone?

The brunette shook the though away. She wouldn't ruin this. Ginny was the one good thing in her life she wouldn't ruin. She couldn't. Hermione smirked, fingers reaching the sheet draped over the rest of the other woman's naked body. Her hazel eyes glinted playfully. It was time for another exploration of that body, she presumed. Yes. Another inspection was due indeed.

Ginny squealed as the cold air hit her. Promptly moaning as Hermione straddled her backside. She could feel the wet heat coming from between Hermione's thighs. Could feel the brunette's breasts pressing into her back. Strands of wavy brown hair tickling her skin as Hermione leaned in closer. Lips trailing butterfly kisses from the back of the younger woman's neck to her cheek. Hot breath against Ginny's ear. A low, throaty whisper. Almost a moan. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you, Ginny Weasley."

Ginny rolled onto her back. Electric blue eyes taking in the goddess above her. Her hazy gaze took in Hermione's teasing grin and she blushed. Resisting the urge to cover herself as those dark eyes traveled the ravaged her. When Hermione looked at her like that it made Ginny's blood rush. Made her heart beat just that much faster. Made the flush gracing her cheeks spread all over. Ready to be ravaged by the brunette's hungry gaze.

In a sudden bout of courage, Ginny's hand slipped around the back of Hermione's neck and she tugged the girl closer. Needing to feel those full lips against hers. Needing the scorching feel of that body pressed to hers. She groaned as Hermione's fingers brushed lightly against her throbbing clit. Gasped as those fingers plunged into her. Curling inside. Making her breathing hitch. Making words impossible. All she could do was moan with every thrust. She could barely think. Barely comprehend the gasps and groans coming from her own mouth.

Both women barely noticed the click of the door until Fleur's infuriated voice made Hermione stiffen. "Stop playing with your little toy. We need to talk."

"I'm really busy at the moment. As I'm sure you can see mother dear." The cinnamon eyed woman simply rolled her eyes. Not bothering to move from her perch atop the red head. Much to Ginny's dismay. The younger woman shuddered as Hermione smirked. Preparing herself for the worst. "And Ginny isn't my toy she's my girlfriend. Who I'd like to continue fucking if you wouldn't mind."

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Author's Note:

There. That should clear up some of the confusion about Harry, Draco, and Fleur. Next chapter should explain what's wrong with Hermione in more detail and after that I'm thinking I'll end it.

P.S. I'm looking for a beta!!! PM me if you're interested.