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HARRY POTTER - golden trio era
Fred Weasley:
House Unity: Dating a Ravenclaw would be a great stride in house unity, wouldn’t it?
Smiling Kisses: (requested) Your flirtatious friendship with Fred is taken to the next level after he tries to kiss you at breakfast.
Roller Skates: (requested) The American transfer student draws attention to herself with her accent, but Fred is drawn to something else about her.
The Missing Piece: (requested) Fred with a bookworm, introverted reader
Rivalries As Old As Time: (requested) Fred and George are usually united on everything, but Fred’s crush on Draco Malfoy’s sister is definitely something they disagree on.
Heart Of Glass: (requested) Fred broke up with you just before the war, and when he couldn’t find you after the battle cleared he thought you died. You’re alive and well, living as a celebrity among the muggle world. One night reunites you two, and neither of you can deny the feelings that spark.
Never Too Old For Fun: (requested) Fred is caught in your snowball fight, and he can’t stop thinking about you afterwards.
Insecurities: (requested) You and Fred are hopelessly in love with each other, but you don’t believe him when he finally admits it.
The Bookshop: (requested) Fred discovers a quaint little bookshop with a gorgeous owner, who happens to be a Longbottom.
Bets Off: (requested) Fred makes a bet with George that entails fake dating you for at least a month. He never expected to fall in love with you.
Weasley Family Christmas Photos: You’re included on the traditional Weasley family Christmas pictures.
The Map’s Findings: (requested) Harry and Ron think they’ve discovered a secret relationship between you and Fred. Little do they know, they’ve just been clueless to the obvious romance all around them.
Undetachable: (requested) Fred protects you during Bill and Fleur’s wedding
Lacquer: Fred asks you to paint his nails
Ruined Parties: Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.
Romeo and Juliet: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love.
George Weasley:
Sweet Treats: (requested) Stumbling into the kitchens late at night, thinking he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, he came across you. George realized you were exactly what he had been looking for.
Budding Romance: (requested) George needs a tutor for Herbology, but has no plans on learning.
The Yule Ball: (requested) “You didn’t want anything to do with this ball if George wasn’t with you, hell you didn’t want anything to do with life if George wasn’t with you.”
Drama: (requested) You and Cho Chang never got along, and when push comes to shove, George gets to see just how angry you can get.
Studying: (requested) Exams are stressing you out, but George always seems to be there to help you relax.
Mischief: (requested) George falls for the mischievous pureblood Slytherin who couldn’t care less about blood status.
Family Is Complicated: (requested) The Weasley’s have never liked George’s girlfriend, and one snide remark makes George finally lose it.
Similar Shadows: (requested) Living in the Malfoy shadow conditioned you to behave a certain way, avoid certain things. But, once your able to use the Quidditch pitch to finally prove you are something different than your last name, everything seems to fall into place. You even catch a certain Weasley’s eye.
Flushed: (requested) George’s girlfriend never blushes, and it’s all he wants to see.
Essays Can Wait: (requested) George is just too cute to ignore, even if he’s trying to distract you from two huge essays.
Coward: (requested) George asks Alicia to the ball when he really wanted to ask you, but he makes it up to you.
Cat Person: (requested) You tell George you’re an animagus
*Late Night Rendezvous: You and George sneak off to the library for some privacy *
A Secret Santa Proposal: George gets you the perfect secret Santa gift
Hedonism in High School: George Weasley joins your study group, even though he doesn’t need the studying.
Draco Malfoy:
Cologne: You smell Draco’s cologne in your Amortentia, and he notices your reaction.
Three’s a Crowd: sequel to Cologne! Cedric Diggory takes notice when Draco hasn’t officially asked you to the Yule Ball. Cedric only wants to make sure you don’t go alone ;)
Peachy: Draco has always liked you, he just didn’t realize how much until you turned up to class with a hickey he didn’t give you.
Drunk: (requested) You and Draco are enemies until one drunken night leads to a confession of secret feelings.
Christmas Parties: You help Draco through his nerves about one of his parents’ Christmas parties.
Ruined Parties: Older brother Draco! (not romantic) Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.
Ginny Weasley:
Sun: Six years of being in love with Ginny Weasley. Watching her date boys and capture the attention of Harry Potter. Eventually, confessions are the only things left.
Luna Lovegood:
Picnic: Luna surprises you with a picnic.
Exploration: (requested) Luna helps you explore your feminine side.
Hermione Granger:
Library Confessions: (requested) Hermione overhears you confessing your feelings about her.
Neville Longbottom:
Secret Admirer: (requested) Your secret admirer also turns out to be your Herbology tutor.
Misc:
The Teenage Girl at 12 Grimmauld Place: Sirius has an overdramatic daughter who can’t help but interrupt The Order’s meeting.
Hermione Granger/Ginny Weasley:
Dreams Come True: Hermione felt like her feelings for Ginny wouldn't be a problem. She could manage. Until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.
HARRY POTTER - marauders era
Remus Lupin:
Under The Mistletoe: (requested) Staying at Hogwarts for the holidays seemed like the best way to avoid distractions, but with the Marauders there, distractions are guaranteed. Especially when your crush on Remus proves to be incredibly distracting.
Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black):
Will The World Burn?: Remus and Sirius and their blissful life surrounded by books, tea, rain, crumpled bedsheets, and each other.
Eternal Spring (Series Masterlist): Remus was fine being alone until a mysterious and loud man crashes his motorbike into Remus’ life.
Misc:
New Years Eve at The Order of the Phoenix Headquarters: The Order of The Phoenix celebrates the new year.
Puppy Dog Eyes: James uses Padfoot in a failed attempt at flirting with you.
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a/n: umm, heyyyy. idk what this is, i just wanted to write and i also wanted to let y’all know i’m alive. miss u.
summary: drarry after the war, dealing with trauma and love. roadtrip included
warnings: angsty, trauma, implied self h*rm - don’t read if you’re not up for it <3 stay well
Draco had never seen a car, let alone lived in one. It wasn’t as if he wanted to, either.
But Harry was insistent; he was going to leave, and Draco was welcome to come if he’d like, but if not, Harry would see him in a few weeks or so.
He had decided after one of his nightmares, the repeating one of wandering aimlessly down the halls of Hogwarts, just as tall as he was at 11, calling out for everyone he could think of and getting no response in return. He would feel around the pockets of his robes, only to find nothing but one of his small broken figurines from under the stairs and a muggle coin. He had no wand and it was getting dark, and still, no one answered him. He searched for the Great Hall, for the Fat Lady, for Dumbledore’s office, for the Pitch, for Hagrid’s hut, even for the dungeons. There was nothing, it was just one long hallway with creeping shadows, just as unfamiliar as his first night at Hogwarts. As he walked, he had a horrible pit in his stomach, even in the dream, because he knew what was at the end of the hall. It would be the mirror, and in the mirror, he would watch his parents die, again and again until he woke up screaming with sweat and tears covering his face.
Draco was there, of course. He was always there. Harry would only be able to see a flash of his hair in the small sliver of moonlight that peaked through their curtains. Then, faster than he could object, Draco pulled him back down, pulling his sleeves over his hands and using them to wipe Harry’s face, smoothing his hair down whichever way it could go.
It was like, after the war. Harry had expected so much worse, and yet he underestimated everything else. He had thought it would be so heavy, that he could never escape the dark, or the screams, or the death. It turned out that he had never escaped the part of his life before that. He had nightmares of the Dursleys, nightmares of his parents, nightmares of Quirrell and the Basilisk. It swirled around his brain constantly, like a muggy sewer with a drain clogged. He felt like he needed his skin pulled back and for everything to be scooped out and polished.
The morning after the last nightmare, Harry awoke before Draco. He laid with Draco’s arm draped across his chest, watching it rise and fall as he breathed. He held his breath for a moment, watching as Draco’s fingers reflexively gripped Harry’s shirt. He continued breathing, watching Draco’s hand relax.
He closed the blinds completely as he quietly left the room, looming in the doorway to look at the bed. He had left almost no mark, his pillow barely dented from where he had twisted and turned all night. But there was Draco, curled into an invisible space as if Harry were still there, as if he needed Harry to unwind him and reposition him for the day.
Harry set off to their small, shabby kitchen and put the kettle on. He put two pieces of bread in the toaster, opening their fridge and surveying their pathetic groceries. Neither of them had been taught to live on their own, and it showed. All they had was soda, beer, an unopened packet of hotdogs, butter, and milk. Harry stood upright and looked at the counter; they didn’t even have hotdog buns.
He had just started buttering Draco’s toast when two delicate arms wrapped around his middle. His back instinctively curved into the shape of Draco’s chest, and he craned his neck to afford Draco the small inch he needed to place his chin on Harry’s shoulder comfortably.
It was wonderful, and still, Harry could feel it resting in his bones, his skin itching to be peeled and flayed open.
Draco had very little fight in him, these days. He felt it melt away every time Harry broke his glasses, or every time Harry watered his plants, or every time Harry picked up the knitting needles and started a new project. It was replaced by something warm, something that was becoming so hot it burned him. But, the fight was gone. The part of him that had been leading him towards harsh teasing and relentless bullying was gone, instead replaced by a cold layer over his eyes. The inside of him burned with love for Harry, but it was like he was submerged in an ice tank and can’t warm himself. He did everything quietly; he found the patterns in which he could get Harry’s hair to lay, he watched Harry with silent interest in everything he did, he offered himself to Harry whenever he could.
So, of course, Draco was sat in the passenger’s seat of the shitty car Harry had managed to buy. He couldn’t be anywhere else, not when everything was cold without Harry.
Harry found it hard to drive for two reasons. The first was that he was a bad driver. He hadn’t exactly gotten an abundance of opportunities to learn growing up, and it would be reasonable to say that he had hoped for the best when he took his test and was pleasantly surprised when he passed. The second was that Draco looked quite good next to him, distractingly good. He still wore a long sleeve, even though it was warm enough for Harry to wear a t-shirt with the windows down, but Draco only wore long sleeves after the war. It had been hard for Draco to watch Harry look at his forearm, at what Draco had done to it out of shame after having to look at the mark himself for so long. So, he covered it with sleeves as often as he could. His hair was pushed off his forehead- the both of them had been neglecting haircuts, letting the other perform a cosmetic charm when they felt it was necessary- and wisped around his face like a heavenly halo. His eyes were still an icy blue, though, for the first time in months, they looked quite warm. He had a red flush on his cheeks when he noticed Harry staring at him, smiling and putting a delicate hand over his face as he turned toward the window bashfully.
As it got dark, all Harry could see was the few and ar between oncoming headlights, spotted with the sparse flashes of light dotting the rural countryside. The light from the radio illuminated the inside of the car, Draco’s long and melancholy CD’s he had bought when Harry took him into town. Draco had been asleep for an hour or so, and things were starting to blur in Harry’s vision. He pulled over, waking Draco from his light doze. They both lowered their seats, Harry shutting off the car. Without the noisy hum of the engine and Draco’s music, it was silent besides the wildlife outside. Wind moved the trees overhead, shaking leaves onto the windshield as they sat, idle. Harry turned to his side, laying as comfortably as he could (which was not very comfortable at all), and looked at Draco’s tired face. It was so different at night, his cheekbones casting dark shadows, eyes foggy, mouth in a familiar straight line. Harry wondered if he could close his eyes and reach out, recognize Draco’s face from touch alone. His eyes fluttered shut and he did exactly that, listening for the quiet sigh Draco often released when Harry touched him unexpectedly. Draco pulled his legs onto the seat, his body curled up. Harry’s fingers found the dip above Draco’s lips, the slight point of his chin. He smoothed his thumb over Draco’s eyebrows, invisible unless illuminated in the right light. He could see Draco behind his eyelids, as distinct as if he had opened his eyes. In the midst of his clogged and diseased brain, Draco was there, distinct as a bright light.
“This isn’t very comfortable,” Harry sighed, turning onto his back and planting his feet on the floor of the car, “is it?”
“No,” Draco said, not sounding like he minded it at all.
Harry wordlessly crawled in the backseat, pushing discarded food wrappers onto the floor. Draco followed him, listening to Harry’s stifled laughter as they navigated their long legs in the small space.
They twisted and turned until they lay side by side, Harry stripping off his shirt to prepare for the night heat. Draco pulled his sleeves over his hands, only his fingers visible as they traced up and down the side of Harry’s neck. Draco felt, suddenly, that they were alone. As if they hadn’t been alone in their apartment for all those months, as if he didn’t feel alone his whole life. He was reminded of how young they were, of the lack of age on Harry’s body beneath his fingertips. He wondered if they looked like boys together, or if the war was clear on their faces. Had the people in the gas station known? Had they seen two boys who had hated each other all their lives, two boys fighting each other in a way? Or had they seen two boys traveling the countryside together, buying too many crisps and candies and sodas?
The next day, after they had lazily kissed each other for hours and Harry reluctantly moved back to the driver’s seat, Draco thought of all the places Harry had told him about. About the beaches Remus had always wanted to go to but never got the chance, the woods Sirius told him James loved so much, the mountains Hermione had promised him were breathtaking. Draco thought that Harry might be showing him the good that was tangled with the mold within him. That maybe, as they drove, Harry was leaving behind everything that crowded his head. Harry hoped that the sun might warm the outside of Draco, just to match the inside a little.
a/n: hey besties this is my attempt at a little muggle hs au w georgie. it’s dialogue heavy and i kind of love it(?) i’m not sure yet. i hope the length makes up for my inconsistency, i promise i’m trying my best. oscar wilde references and nonbinary original character bestfriend that may be reoccurring in other fics. hope y’all like it, give me some feedback :))))) love u guys
summary: George Weasley joins your study group, even though he doesn’t need the studying.
When Harry busts into Umbridge’s office to speak to Sirius via Floo, guess who he sees. Guess who goes to get Sirius. Guess who stays and kneels next to Sirius during the whole thing
Guess who are continually finishing off each other sentences in any conversation
Guess who waits for Remus to come back into the room in OOTP before starting his monologue ab Voldie
dreams come true // hermione granger x ginny weasley
explicit
masterlist!
a/n: wlw. lesbian. that is all. also smut.
summary: Hermione felt like her feelings for Ginny wouldn't be a problem. She could manage. Until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.
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Hermione fleetingly wondered if she was perverted. Surely, she must be. It couldn't be normal to think as much as she did, or to think about the things she thought about.
What was even odder, to Hermione, was that she hadn't thought like this before. Before, she closed her eyes before bed and tried to recall something she had learned during lessons that day. Or, she would be so tired from running around the castle all day that she could just fall into an easy sleep. There were no perverted thoughts before.
It had been raining all day. Hermione hated the rain. It made her tired and mopey, more irritable than usual when Ron said something stupid. On rainy days, Harry got between them to stop bickering from turning into day-long arguments. This rainy day, Hermione stayed to herself. She curled up in the common room with a book, a blanket pulled up to her chin and her legs pressed against her chest. Her eyes were heavy but she tried to read for as long as she could. After dinner, she went up to bed for an early night.
She was restless. Her mind was swimming, and she couldn't recall a single thing she had learned that day. She tried to think of anything, the upcoming Quidditch season, her parents back home, her plans for the next day. Nothing could ease her mind. She ventured further, with a little embarrassment, to thoughts of Ron and Harry. She imagined Harry in that sweater he wore the other day, when he had just woken from a nap and looked soft and drowsy. His black hair was even more unruly than usual, spilling over his forehead. It looked soft, and Hermione had remembered wondering what it would feel like to run her fingers through it. She searched further into that, imagining if she had been sleeping with Harry, cuddled against his chest. What the fabric of his sweater would feel like on her cheek. She pursed her lips in the dark, coming to acknowledge that she would feel nothing more than brotherly affections for Harry. A giggle escaped her lips
She turned in her bed, trying to ease some of the embarrassment and distaste she began to feel at the thought of it. It was good to come to that conclusion, though. There was a week in her first year where she was convinced she was in love with Harry and would love him forever. Maybe seeing milk drool from his mouth and peas shoot from his nose on various occasions finally set those realizations in stone.
The silence was suffocating. Usually, at night she had the soft snores of Parvati and the quiet huffing and groaning of Lavender to distract her. The girls were still downstairs, though, and there was nothing Hermione could use to distract herself.
The next series of thoughts came to her without her permission, like water flowing down a stream. She saw Ron, Ron hunched over his homework, Ron shoveling food into his mouth, Ron in with swimming trunks at the Burrow. Hermione paused, furrowing her brows and considering this. She had always assumed that one day, Ron would mature and he would fall in love with her. That had been what Hermione had wanted. She loved the idea of Ron knowing her for so long, knowing all of her, and still loving her for it. Ron could see her obsess over school work, or he could argue with her and not back down, or he would see the smallest most vulnerable parts of Hermione and cherish them.
She imagined Ron holding her, the two of them laying in bed. She would turn over to face Ron, lips parted and eyes wide. It would be so delicate, white sheets with sunlight lighting the room. She imagined Ron brushing hair from her face, smiling softly at her. His hands would move down, to her neck, then to her shoulders. They would keep going, over her ribs and down to her hips.
Hermione moved in bed, laying on her side as she would if Ron were actually there. She moved her own hand down her body as if it were Ron's.
Her small hand cupped her breast, the way she would like it, and she tried to imagine Ron doing it. It took her several moments, the image blurring or skipping in her head as she tried to put Ron to the action. Eventually, she gave up on what she wanted and imagined it was Ron doing what Ron would actually do. He would move with unpracticed hesitance, eyes searching for Hermione's approval. She wouldn't have the right expression on her face, Ron would get offended, then embarrassed. He would huff and move away, rolling his eyes and feeling emasculated.
Hermione groaned, rolling to lay flat on her back. She felt unsatisfied and disappointed. She wasn't around any other boys as intimately as she was Harry and Ron. Not that they were any more than friends, of course. Boys didn't interest Hermione. She thought they were untasteful, and oftentimes they were dumb. They didn't like her, either. They were intimidated by her, or annoyed by her. Hermione thought on it and came to the startling conclusion that she was okay with that.
Hermione blamed herself, in the morning, for the previous nights' dreams. She would have never dreamt something like that if she hadn't made herself think of Ron and Harry like that.
She woke before everyone else, pleased to see that it was no longer overcast. The feeling didn't last long, though, when she realized something else had gotten wet instead. Blushing furiously, she opened the curtains to her fourposter, crept to her trunk silently, and got new underwear and her uniform. She went to the showers, charming the curtain to stay shut, and tried to drown herself beneath the cold stream of water.
After the shock and initial embarrassment faded, she ventured down to investigate. Between her legs was a dull throbbing, easily ignored if she didn't focus on it. However, what couldn't be ignored was the wetness there. It wasn't like water, it was thicker and clung to her skin more. She didn't spend much time on it, trying to wash it away under the stream. What she couldn't wash away, what she didn't want to wash away, were the memories of her dream.
Red hair, spilling all over her bed like an exploded paint tube. Moving over her body like a sunset flooding through a window. Soft hands, sure and knowing, touching her exactly how she wanted. It was in flashes, nothing too vivid, except for one moment: Ginny, hovering above Hermione's lower stomach, looking up with a wicked smile before ducking her head to kiss her way down.
Just at the memory, Hermione felt the throbbing pick up and more wetness between her legs. She noticed with creeping anxiety that she hadn't felt any of this when imagining the boys last night.
-
It had been weeks since that dream, though Hermione thought of it often. She had no exams to study for, all done and finished with the highest marks in her class. Nothing to distract her from that smile, glistening with spit and lust before it went lower, and lower, and lower.
At first, Hermione wanted to forget it. She wanted to erase the memory from her head, try and think of Ron, or McLaggen, or even Neville. Any walking, living, breathing male that Hermione could think of. It never worked, always leaving her feeling disappointed and a bit annoyed.
So, she returned to the dream. She began to think of it often, and then she expanded on it.
Ginny, laying her down. Ginny, kissing her neck. Ginny, lifting her shirt. Ginny, taking off her own shirt. Ginny, moving her hands down Hermione's body.
And that was fine. Hermione didn't tell anyone, she didn't have to. It was fine.
Fine, until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.
-
Hermione was enjoying hiding in Bill's old room. Bill had quite good taste, though not an obnoxious sense for decoration like Ron. Bill's room didn't give Hermione a blinding headache just from the colors of the walls. It was neat and tidy and had a desk that Hermione could keep her summer reading piled on.
Occasionally, Hermione would go to Ron and Harry's room. The boys would be lounging in there, windows thrown open. They'd be put out by Hermione interrupting them, at first, before they remembered she was the best at cooling charms.
But Hermione, as she usually did, found boys dull and stupid. She could only listen to Harry and Ron talk about Quidditch for so long before she retreated back to Bill's room.
The hallways were scary. She was at risk of many things here. The hallways were free game for pranks. Mrs. Weasley had banned George and Fred from setting up pranks in their siblings' rooms, but she hadn't specifically said the hallways. She could also run into Percy in the hallways, where he was known to be running from the kitchen to his room to check for mail from the owl. Percy would always huff like he was too busy to talk, then block Hermione from passing so he could complain about all the work he had to do.
Then, there was always the risk of running into Ginny. It was stupid to call it a risk. Really, it was a miracle that Hermione had only managed to see Ginny during meals.
Hermione was worried she was offending Ginny by avoiding her since they were friends. But Hermione worried she wouldn't be able to look Ginny in the eye if she had to hold a conversation with her.
The theory was tested when Harry began to talk about Cedric Diggory for too long and Ron became too irritable for Hermione to stand being in the same room with him.
Hermione had taken to charming a muggle fan to follow her, but in the hallway, she simply held it in her hand and waved it herself. Distracted by the bliss of silence and cold air, she hadn't seen Ginny lean herself against the doorway of Bill's room.
"Hey, 'Mione," Ginny had her arms crossed in front of her chest, pushing her chest together beneath the thin and worn t-shirt she wore. Hermione's throat closed when she realized she had been looking, and her eyes widened when she realized she couldn't stop looking.
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione forced out, pushing her hair behind her ears as best she could. She tried to gather all her hair up into a knot at the top of her head, her neck feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden, but when she reached for a hair tie on her wrist, there wasn't one.
"Oh, I have some in my room," Ginny said, noticing Hermione's reach for nothing. Ginny shoved herself off the doorway, moving past Hermione. Their shoulders brushed, and when Hermione turned to watch Ginny leave, Ginny had turned to look back. Hermione was almost certain Ginny had seen her eyes move the length of Ginny's body.
Hermione tried to calm her breathing, not realizing when she started to nearly pant. She followed Ginny, into Ginny's room. A past fantasy, one of the many she had been procuring recently, came to mind. Hermione, perched on her knees at the foot of Ginny's bed. Hermione, wearing one of Ginny's hand-me-down shirts that was too big on Ginny but tight across Hermione's larger breasts. Hermione in her underwear. Ginny waking up to the sight of it. She would stretch her arms and blink away the sleep, seeing Hermione. Her smile would widen immediately, cocky and pleased, and she would act on it.
Now, in Ginny's room, her throat closed again and she felt dizzy with want. She bit her lip and tried not to look at Ginny for too long, tried not to act oddly. Ginny was digging around her vanity, bending over to pull open various drawers. She perked, holding a large hair tie with a triumphant smile.
"I knew I still had it!" Ginny walked over to Hermione, "You left it here ages ago. My hair tie wouldn't be big enough, but this one's yours, so it should work."
Hermione reached for the tie, but Ginny was already walking past Hermione and standing behind her. Ginny had grown a couple of inches, taller than Harry and Hermione but not as tall as Ron and the twins. Hermione tried to turn to face Ginny, but Ginny's hands were firm on her shoulder blades.
"Let me," Ginny said softly, moving her hands up to rest on the base of Hermione's neck.
Hermione began to feel that familiar pulse between her legs, the simplest touch of casual affection setting her off.
Ginny gathered Hermione's hair- all of it, which wasn't an easy feat- and bunched it into a bun at the back of Hermione's head. Stray, shorter pieces in the front wouldn't stay back, falling to frame Hermione's face. Ginny turned Hermione by her shoulders, looking slightly down at Hermione, and tucked the strays behind her ears.
Hermione's lips parted, a hitched breath leaving them. Ginny was smiling, wide and friendly.
"Thanks," Hermione said, forcing a smile and sidestepping Ginny as politely as she could manage.
Hermione had thought she could start to breathe normally, now that she had a clear path from here to the door. As long as she didn't think of Ginny being inches away from her, within a step, she would make it out of this room without embarrassing herself.
"Hermione," Ginny reached out and gripped her arm, pulling her back and keeping her in the room. "Are you okay? Did I do something?"
"I'm fine!" Hermione insisted, too enthusiastically for it to sound genuine. She cringed at herself, swallowing and attempting to compose her stature a bit before she continued. "You didn't do anything, Gin, I promise."
"You've been avoiding me," Ginny's hand was sliding down Hermione's arm, resting on her forearm instead of her bicep. Her grip was loose, and Hermione could have pulled away if she wanted, and this made Hermione think of how little she wanted to pull away.
"Have I?" Hermione faked surprise. Hermione was an awful liar.
"If I've done something, tell me," Ginny let go of Hermione, crossing her arms again. The house was hot, the shirt was white and thin, and Hermione swore she would see every outline of Ginny's breasts. Hermione tried not to look, tried not to think of Ginny that way. Especially now, when Ginny was Hermione's friend and her feelings were hurt and she was getting frustrated.
"You haven't," Hermione sighed, trying to hide the guilt from her eyes, "I swear."
"Then what's wrong? I know something's wrong," Ginny uncrossed her arms, and Hermione watched them fall to her side. Ginny's breasts bounced slightly with the movement. Hermione swallowed.
"I've just got a lot on my mind," Hermione admitted half-truthfully. She did have a lot on her mind. A lot of Ginny.
"You can talk to me, 'Mione," Ginny reached out again, but Hermione adjusted her arm subtly so the move fell flat. Ginny either didn't notice or pretended not to, and Hermione felt even more guilty. She just couldn't stand for Ginny to touch her any more than she already had.
"I know," Hermione gave Ginny what she hoped looked like an honest smile. "Thanks, Gin."
Hermione thought about moving again, making another escape, but Ginny didn't look resolved. She tilted her chin down, regarding Hermione through her lashes. She looked stubborn, like one of her brothers at the dinner table when Molly said no Quidditch after dark. Hermione couldn't move, even if she wanted to, not with Ginny looking at her like that.
It was suddenly, and it weighed heavily in her chest, when Hermione realized it wasn't lust at all. No, it was something much more, something that broke her heart and mended it at the same time: love. She was in love with Ginny. More love than a sister, or a friend. She wanted every part of Ginny, every morning and every night. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every tear and every laugh. It was scary and exhilarating, and Hermione wanted more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life.
Hermione's face softened, dread and anxieties mixing into a blissful and awed expression instead. Ginny's face turned hopeful, perhaps thinking Hermione came to her senses and would tell Ginny what had been bothering her. Hermione just smiled and sighed.
"Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Just us?" Ginny offered, hoping she could get Hermione to open up to her.
"Sure," Hermione said, smiling wider. Something in her chest fluttered as it expanded with a deep breath.
"Okay," Ginny trailed off, smiling and nodding.
Hermione was too distracted by her own feelings to see if Ginny was resolved this time. She turned and left the room, going back to Bill's room and collapsing on the bed face down.
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Ginny's idea of 'hanging out', 'just us', was creeping into Hermione's room just as the sun rose.
"Hermione!" Hermione felt her shoulder being nudged, she groaned and rolled over to the assaulted side.
"Hm?" she asked into the darkness, eyes still closed.
"C'mon!" Ginny whispered, pulling Hermione out of bed by lifting her shoulders from the mattress.
Hermione felt herself being moved around the room, still half asleep, as Ginny asked her where various things were.
"Where's that bathing suit? The yellow one?"
"My bathing suit?" Hermione repeated, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she registered the setting moonlight spilling into the room.
"Yes, the yellow one. You look great in the yellow one. Where is it?"
"I didn't pack that one," Hermione mumbled, not awake enough to acknowledge that Ginny thought Hermione had a swimsuit she looked 'great in', or the fact that Ginny wanted her to wear it, or the fact that she was actively digging through Hermione's luggage.
"You didn't?" Ginny groaned, still moving through Hermione's things. "Well, what about the blue one?"
"Uh, yeah," Hermione said, crouching down to look with Ginny. "Should be right here."
Soon, Ginny had gathered Hermione's wrap-dress, a cardigan, and her blue swimsuit.
"Take your clothes off," Ginny said nonchalantly, holding these items out for Hermione to take.
"Ginny!" Hermione blushed, feeling the last bit of sleep leave her.
"Come on! I have plans!" Ginny insisted, shaking her hands a bit to urge Hermione.
"Can't you wait outside?" Hermione asked, taking the clothes.
"Fine," Ginny yielded reluctantly, gathering her own things before leaving. Before she shut the door, she stuck her head back in, "Hurry."
Hermione let out a breath once Ginny left, shedding her pajamas as fast as she could and putting on her bathing suit. She was just wrapping her dress around her chest when Ginny slowly opened the door again.
"Ready?" she asked, waiting for Hermione's protests to her coming in.
"Yeah, one second," Hermione moved on from the dress and tried to tame her hair.
"You look great, let's go," Ginny wrapped her strong hand around Hermione's wrist, picked the cardigan up from where Hermione had placed it on the bed, and pulled her out of the room.
Hermione watched Ginny walk ahead of her, avoiding all the creaking pieces of wood that Ginny did. Ginny ducked unexpectedly, and when Hermione looked to see why, she saw a tiny piece of string stretched across the wall. No doubt, one of the twins' pranks. Hermione didn't have time to see what the string was connected to before Ginny was pulling her down the stairs and out of the front door.
Now, in the orange light of the rising sun, Hermione could see that Ginny was carrying a bag with her. She could also see, with wide eyes and a dry throat, that Ginny wore a very, very small green bathing suit top and very, very small denim shorts.
Ginny hadn't let go of Hermione's wrist. As they walked, Ginny slipped her hand into Hermione's.
They walked through the garden, avoiding the gnomes. Ginny didn't say anything and Hermione was too busy watching Ginny to think of any language at all. They reached the small gate enclosing the garden, and Ginny opened the latch and pushed it open slowly. The hinges were old, whining at the pressure of being moved. Ginny pulled Hermione through, closing the gate behind them. They walked into the woods behind the house, following a somewhat beaten trail that the Weasley kids had made years ago. After many summers at the burrow, Hermione finally realized where Ginny was taking her.
The woods opened to a small clearing. The sun just barely peaked between the trees, casting long slivers of light on the ground. The trees were fully alive and blooming brilliant shades of green, vines wrapping around trunks and sprouting various flowers. Hermione was enchanted by this place the first time all of them had come; she spent hours looking at the plants figuring out which were magical and which were muggle. Some of the magical ones shimmered if they got caught in the right light, and some of them grew so fast that you could watch them move. In the center of it all was a bright blue pond. It was impossibly deep; generations of Weasley boys had spent days here trying to swim to the bottom, and they hadn't yet.
Ginny came to the edge of the pond, setting her bag down and pulling various things out. She lay out a blanket, big enough for the two of them, and then started to remove her shorts. Hermione stood, still at the edge of the woods where Ginny had left her, and made eye contact with Ginny as she shimmied out of her shorts with an unabashed and inviting smile. Without looking away, Ginny jumped into the pond with a huge splash.
Hermione sucked in a breath and waited for Ginny to come up for air. She saw a flash of red hair burst through the water, a huge smile on her face before she even wiped the water from her eyes. With one look, Hermione was untying her dress, throwing it with Ginny's shorts, and jumping in after her.
Ginny was floating on her back when Hermione came up for air. Hermione fought back her hair, pushing it out of her face. Her movements created little ripples in the water, causing Ginny to rock slightly as she lay. Hermione watched her, only her nose and eyes out of the water- like some sort of alligator. Ginny had her head tilted back, red hair crowding the water by her face. Her jaw was sharp, her nose sculpted perfectly, and her lips pulled into a carefree and permanent smile.
Ginny turned her head slightly, managing to keep it out of the water as she opened her eyes and caught Hermione watching her. Ginny smiled more, sinking back into the water and swimming over to Hermione. She stopped just inches away, Hermione could feel the water moving as Ginny treaded to stay afloat.
"Still got a lot on your mind?" Ginny asked, bringing a hand out of the water to push her hair off her forehead.
"Not really," Hermione said, biting her lip.
"I knew this place would help," Ginny smiled triumphantly, tilting her chin to keep it above water. "You always love this place."
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled, in a daze.
Ginny laughed softly and looked away from Hermione for a moment. She looked back, a twinkle in her eye. She started to swim towards Hermione, impossibly close, and tilted her body to move past Hermione. Behind Hermione, Ginny placed her hands on Hermione's shoulders and pulled her back.
"Float," Ginny said simply, urging Hermione back with her.
Hermione let go, tilting her head back and letting Ginny's wonderful hands guide her into whatever place Ginny wanted her to go.
Ginny moved her hands from Hermione's shoulders to her shoulder blades, pushing Hermione up and helping her float. She reached lower, moving to Hermione's back. Hermione felt Ginny's legs brush against, realizing Ginny had started to float beneath her. Their bodies pressed together, Ginny's calves resting on Hermione's ass, her thighs on Hermione's lower back, Her breasts below Hermione's shoulders.
Hermione moved slowly, literally testing the waters, and brought her arms in from where they were floating out beside her. She wrapped her hands around each of Ginny's legs, starting at the calves. She slid them up as high as they could go, skipping over Ginny's ass and landing on her lower back. Hermione pressed her hands against Ginny, bringing Ginny just slightly closer.
It had been too much. Hermione knew this. She knew it when she could feel the goosebumps rising on Ginny's legs as she moved her hands up. She knew it when she felt Ginny stiffen when Hermione got to just below her ass. She knew it when she couldn't feel Ginny breathing beneath her anymore when she finally stopped her hands on Ginny's back. Ginny moved from under her, dunking herself beneath the water and bringing Hermione with her. She had her arms wrapped around Hermione's shoulders, gently tugging her under. Hermione did, her body automatically falling now that Ginny wasn't beneath her. Hermione felt her face flush as she thought of what Ginny was doing, a playful escape from a moment Hermione had made far too intimate.
When Hermione came up for air, she knew she was wrong again. Ginny was wrapping her legs around Hermione's waist, leaving it to Hermione to keep them afloat. Hermione let out a surprised laugh, moving her legs and arms as Ginny stayed latched onto her. Ginny moved Hermione's hair off her shoulders, guiding it through the water and watching it float.
Ginny finally met Hermione's eyes, calm and happy, before Ginny's eyes moved to Hermione's lips. Hermione parted them in shock, her eyes moving around Ginny's face. Ginny was still smiling, moving confidently in to bring their lips together.
They kissed, Ginny was kissing her, and the first thought in Hermione's head was that the water was a little cold. She hadn't realized it before, but before the sun had heated the pond, it was cold. She could feel her skin at alert, every touch Ginny made was heightened. Hermione couldn't touch back, couldn't stop keeping them afloat, but Ginny did enough touching for the both of them. She kissed Hermione thoroughly, angling her body up so she could kiss into Hermione's mouth from slightly above her. Ginny licked at Hermione's lips, drawing wanting whimpers from them both. Ginny's hands cupped Hermione's face, squishing her cheeks together. Then she buried her hands in Hermione's hair, bringing them down to the base of Hermione's neck. Ginny pulled away, starting to kiss gently at Hermione's neck as her hands slid down Hermione's sides. Her thumb dipped into the band of Hermione's bathing suit, rubbing at the skin beneath.
Then Ginny was moving her hands, pushing them in the water to bring her and Hermione to land. Hermione let her. She'd let Ginny do anything. She wanted Ginny to do anything.
Ginny pulled herself onto the blanket, then reached out for Hermione. Not hesitating, she dragged Hermione onto her and then flipped them, pushing her leg between Hermione's and slotting herself there comfortably. Hermione threw her head back, half in bliss and half in disbelief. She couldn't believe this was happening, she almost wouldn't believe it. She was back in Bill's room, dreaming another dream.
Except, Ginny's eyes were so bright, so awake. Her hands were more solid than any dream Hermione could create.
Ginny used her hands to press Hermione's hips to the hard ground, and when Hermione gasped at the feeling, Ginny pulled back to look at her.
"Okay?" Ginny asked, staring at Hermione's eyes.
Hermione could barely tear her eyes away from Ginny's red, spit-covered lips. Her flushed neck and cheeks. Hermione arched her back and brought Ginny back down for another kiss as a way of answering.
Ginny complied, rolling her hips onto Hermione. Their skin was still wet, sliding together easily. Ginny was so soft, her hands so sure. Hermione had her hands at the hinges of Ginny's jaw, her fingers digging into Ginny's scalp. Above her, Ginny's hair was spilling onto them. Hermione gathered it in her hands and pulled back, using the leverage to get to Ginny's neck.
Ginny moaned loudly when Hermione began her onslaught at her neck. Ginny's body sagged against Hermione, and Hermione pressed her leg solidly against Ginny. Ginny moaned again, beginning to rock against Hermione's leg. Hermione was gasping, in complete shock that this was happening. Ginny laid atop her, whimpering softly into her ear and pressing featherlight kisses on her neck as she fucked herself against Hermione's thigh. Hermione moaned just at the thought, feeling her own arousal.
Ginny pushed herself up, moving her leg off of Hermione so she straddled her completely. Hermione lay on her back, hands on Ginny's thighs, waiting for Ginny to tell her what she wanted. Ginny smiled from above her, cocky and utterly pleased, and ran her hands up Hermione's sides. She stopped just below Hermione's bathing suit, running her fingers over the band slowly. Hermione watched her suck her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes roaming on Hermione's body.
"Let me take it off," Ginny requested, her hands already moving to the clasp in the back.
Hermione was nodding enthusiastically, causing Ginny to laugh slightly. Hermione shrugged off the suit, exposing her breasts to Ginny. She sat up, her own hands working on the back of Ginny's suit. They were both bare at the chests, pressed against each other with enough space between them to look.
"God, Hermione," Ginny said, one hand moving to cup Hermione's breast. She pressed her palm against Hermione, slowly moving her thumb in circles around Hermione's nipple.
Hermione moaned, entirely too enthused just by the idea of Ginny doing this. Her hips rocked up and into Ginny on their own accord, and Ginny smirked down at her.
"Mmm," Ginny hummed, her tongue between her teeth as she lowered her head and put her mouth to Hermione's nipple.
Hermione gasped, head tilted back and hands buried in Ginny's hair as Ginny licked and sucked at Hermione's nipple. Hermione didn't even have the state of mind to wonder if this was something she enjoyed, if she liked the feeling of her nipples being touched, or if it was just because it was Ginny doing it. Hermione thought she would like anything Ginny did to her.
"Fuck," Ginny said, lifting her head and adjusting their legs so they could grind against each other again. "Fuck, okay."
Hermione sat slightly perched on Ginny's thigh, her own knee pressed against Ginny. She could feel how hot and wet Ginny was, even through the bathing suit bottoms, and she had no doubt that Ginny could feel her. She rocked against Ginny, loud moans falling from her lips as Ginny began to lick her nipple again. She moved her hands from Ginny's shoulders to Ginny's breasts, palming them in her hands and using them to anchor herself. Ginny was rubbing against Hermione's knee, chasing her high just as eagerly as Hermione was.
Hermione," Ginny moaned, eyes closed and forehead pressed to Hermione's shoulder. "Oh gods, Hermione you're brilliant."
Hermione let out a loud and unexpected cry that ripped from deep in her abdomen, unable to stop it at the little praise from Ginny. Ginny noticed, turning her head into Hermione's neck so her mouth was closer to her ear.
"You're so hot. 'Mione, I'm gonna cum just from this, just from you. You're gorgeous."
Hermione pushed herself faster and harder against Ginny, biting her lip as gasping breaths escaped her. Ginny licked Hermione's neck, kissing her softly one last time before Hermione came on Ginny's thigh. Ginny moaned just as loud as Hermione did, looking down at where their bodies connected. Ginny saw the wetness leaking from Hermione's bottoms onto her thigh and felt her hips shake as she let herself go.
Hermione started to lift herself off of Ginny, reaching for her dress or top, but Ginny's hands were still on her, lowering her onto the blanket. Ginny tucked herself into Hermione, pressing her back to Hermione's bare chest to be the little spoon. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny and pressed her lips to the base of her neck.
"That was okay?" Ginny whispered.
Hermione hadn't realized how loudly her heart had been beating in her ears, how loud Ginny's moans and whispers had been, how loud she had been. All she could hear now was the rustling of the trees, the birds waking up and chirping.
