Chapter Four
By darthelwig
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I don’t own the world of Harry Potter, but I do abuse it occasionally.
This is rated R.
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Ginny had lain awake all night, waiting for Hermione to come to bed.
She hadn’t made an appearance at all. Ginny knew what that meant. She wasn’t stupid. Hermione had been with Ron.
She fought back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She should have known that this would happen. How could she compare with the history Hermione had with Ron? She had given her heart to Hermione, but that didn’t mean Hermione had done the same for her. She’d known that this was always going to be a possibility. Ron had feelings for Hermione. It was only a matter of time until he realized that. And when he did, he would come for her. Apparently, that time had come.
Still, the pain was harsh. Ginny hadn’t been prepared for it to happen so soon after their night together. Where had that happiness gone? She wanted to find it again. She wanted Hermione back.
She didn’t go downstairs, but waited in the room that morning for Hermione to return. She would, Ginny knew, if only to change. That was who Hermione was. She knew her better than Ron ever would. How many times had they stayed up to talk at night? How many times had Hermione shared her deepest secrets and feelings with her? They had been friends for so long now, and had shared a great deal. After all, there were some things you could only say to another girl.
A slow anger was building in Ginny’s gut. How could Ron be any better for Hermione than she was? Did he even really know her? How could he? He never listened to a word she said. No, it was Ginny who listened and offered words of comfort. It was Ginny who understood how hard it had been for Hermione to be happy just being friends with the boy she had fallen for. Ginny knew Hermione so much better! So why was it Ron who got the girl?
Life wasn’t fair. She knew that. Love didn’t follow a pattern or rules. It just was. But that didn’t make it any easier to swallow when the person you loved didn’t love you back.
Hermione entered the room, knowing Ginny would be there. The guilty look on her face did nothing to appease Ginny’s hurt feelings. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, but Ginny interrupted her.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” she said. “I know how you feel about him.”
“I know, but I should have talked to you first. He was just…there…and it just…happened.”
“Yeah, so, is that what it was with us- something that just happened? Because I thought it actually meant something. At least, it did for me.” Ginny’s hurt was surfacing now, emerging as an anger so intense she was shaking with rage. Hermione looked startled but was determined to have this out with her friend.
“Look, Ginny, what we did was very…nice. And it did mean something to me, but I love him! You know that! I’ve talked to you about this before. You know how long I’ve waited for this!” Hermione was pleading for forgiveness, and Ginny’s heart melted at the sight. Her anger began to subside, seeing the obvious pain her love was in. It was futile anyway. Hermione was right. She loved Ron, not her.
“Fine,” Ginny said, sighing. “You’re right. It’s your choice.” She looked at Hermione, her face unreadable. She moved closer to her, advancing slowly and with purpose. Hermione was trembling now, but for what reason Ginny didn’t know. Was it fear? No, she couldn’t see fear in those wide eyes of hers. Was it desire? Perhaps it was time to find out.
She moved ever closer until she her body was pressed against Hermione’s. Their faces were mere inches apart. But Hermione didn’t turn away or stop her. She just stood there, transfixed by Ginny’s heated gaze.
Ginny bent her head and captured Hermione’s lips with her own. Her tongue demanded entrance, and Hermione’s mouth opened obediently. She plunged her tongue into Hermione’s hot mouth, plundering her depths. She pressed her lover more firmly against the door, letting her hands slide up the girl’s sides, under her shirt. She felt Hermione respond, felt the moan escape her throat. Ginny pushed her knee between Hermione’s legs, spreading them. She could feel the molten heat of Hermione’s inner core pressed against her thigh. She was surprised to discover the lack of underwear but was ready to take full advantage of it.
She reached down with one hand; keeping Hermione’s lips locked in a kiss, and spread her soft folds. Her thigh was now wet with Hermione’s juices, and she rubbed it slowly against her sensitive flesh. Hermione was making the most sensual sounds deep in her throat. She climaxed quickly; crying out her pleasure into Ginny’s waiting mouth.
Her breathing ragged, Hermione broke their kiss, pulling her head back to look Ginny in the eye. Ginny stared right back at her, loving how Hermione looked with her face flushed in sexual gratification.
“That’s what I can give you, Hermione. I’ve already loved you and taken care of you. If you wanted, I’d keep you forever. I would love you like you’ve always yearned to be loved. It’s your choice. The love you had to wait for or the love I give you freely. Now you just have to make it.”
Ginny backed up a step and opened the door, forcing Hermione to back out of her way. With one final, meaningful look she was gone.
Hermione stood there for a long time, trying to calm her racing heart.
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