Feathers CH 1 GW/HG
Title: Feathers
Author: Tamera [me]
Pairings: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: G, will be R (or smutty) later though
Chapters: 1 [this post]
Summary: Ginny is struggling with her undeniable feelings for Hermione,
How can she possibly tell her? Ginny gets butterflies everytime she's near
the older girl. She doesn't even know if Hermione likes girls. Can they ever
be together?
A/N: Start reading now, I know my summary is shitty but I promise the story
will be good once it gets going.
Chapter One
“Ginny, wake up!” Molly Weasley’s voice called up the stairs toward her sixteen year old daughter. “We’re leaving in half an hour!”
“Shit.” Ginny groaned as she rolled onto her side, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window to blind her. She would have given anything to stay in that exact spot for the rest of the day. Her mind groped for the reason she had to rise so early on her summer holiday. “Hermione.” She whispered, remembering. She sprang out of bed, and began immediately looking for something to wear.
“Mom says twenty minutes, Gin.” Her brother, Ron was saying through a yawn.
“Okay, fine, whatever. Just get out!” Ginny snapped, slamming the door in his face. She heard him mumble something about not being a morning person as he stumbled back to his room. The red head was digging through her closet, sniffing clothing and tossing them aside when she decided it wasn’t suitable (or in many cases, wasn’t clean). She finally settled on a pair of ripped jeans and a tummy skimming tank top.
She rushed to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and spending entirely too much time tugging a comb through her hair.
“Ginny, five minutes!” Her mother called to her. “You better be ready!”
“I WILL!” Ginny was getting flustered, she smudged on some kohl eyeliner and not having time to do much else, decided that it would do.
“Eat something, you’re looking peaky.” Her mother scolded as they prepared the floo powder.
“Not hungry.” Ginny mubled.
“If I didn’t know better sis, I’d think you were nervous.” Ron poked, Ginny scowled. “Meeting a friend of the male persuasion, are we?”
“Shut up Ronald!” She punched him squarely on the arm.
“Both of you, stop it right now! We need to be off. Harry, and Hermione will be waiting.” Mrs.Weasley interjected. Ron and Ginny scowled at each other. Molly, Ginny, and Ron gathered around the fireplace, each taking a handful of sparkling green power. One by one they threw it into the fire and shouted, “Diagon Alley!”, and one by one they were whisked away to land in the heart of London’s magical shopping gallery.
Ginny straightened herself up and brushed the soot off of her jeans. She looked around, spotted her family, then lead the way into the busy street towards Flourish and Blotts.
When they finally arrived Ginny immediately spotted Harry Potter, he was standing inside, leaning against the wall and gazing dreamily out the window. So deamily in fact, that he didn’t even see her until she was halfway through the entrance. “Ginny! Ron! Hullo Mrs.Weasly.” Harry exclaimed.
“Hey mate. How’s break been so far?” Ron asked his friend, giving him a chumlley slap on the back.
“S’been alright. The Dursleys are hounding me about this being the last summer I can stay with them. They said that when I graduate next year I can’t call that place home anymore. But why would I want to any-“
He was cut off by a smothering hug from Molly Weasley, “Oh Harry, don’t you worry dear. You know you’re more than welcome to stay at our house after you graduate. You’re like a son to us!” She gushed.
“I can’t believe you’re all graduating and I’m not.” Ginny stated, woefully. Before anyone could respond the red head caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. “Hermione.” she wispered.
“Hmm?” Harry asked.
“Oh, I’m just going to say hi to...” She trailed off as she pushed her way through the group to find the bushy haired girl. Stepping close behind her friend, she breathed in her ear, “I missed you.”
Hermione jumped, turning around as she did so. “Ron...” she started, but her tension eased when she saw that it was his sister. “Hi Ginny.” She gave a nervous little laugh, then hugged her friend. Ginny smiled, taking in every scent, every emotion coarsing through her.
“Everyone’s over here.” She stated when she felt she could hold the hug no longer without drawing attention to them. Her knees felt weak, would Hermione ever know how much little moments like those meant to her?
“Ronald, how have you been?” Hermione asked, embracing him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Ron blushed, and replied, “Good. You?” They exchanged mildly exciting tales of how their summers had been going as they headed down the bustling street to The Leaky Cauldron.
“‘Ow many?” The barman grunted when they walked into the damp and dusky pub.
“Oh, table for five please.” Hermione answered.
“It’s so good to see all of you kids together again.” Mrs.Weasley was beaming, she looked like she wanted to hug each of them until they couldn’t breathe. Ron side stepped her crooning. They were led to a booth in the corner where five dirty menus had been laid out.
“Looks like they’re really cleaning this place up.” Harry said dryly.
“It makes me think of a muggle resturaunt now, your father would love it.” Mrs.Weasly said to no one in particular.
“A very dirty muggle resturaunt.” Hermione stated, wiping the silverware that had been placed beside her menu with her sleeve. Ginny giggled.
Mrs.Weasley pretended not to hear the comment as their waiter approached. “Ready t’ order?” He grunted.
“Yes, yes, I believe we are.” She responded politely. They went around telling him what they wanted, carefully avoiding the split pea soup, while he wrote the order in the air with his wand. When they had finished he gave it a flick and the words zoomed off in glittering silver letters to the kitchen. “It’ll come soon.” And without another word he turned and walked back to the bar.
“Well.” Ginny said, trying to suppress a fit of giggles. “I imagine it’s a bit different at a muggle restaurant but... um... nice all the same.” She was choosing her words carefully as her mother eyed her down.
Within ten minutes their food came gliding out to them with the waiter in tow, his wand lazily balancing (and spilling) their meals. The food was as it had always been, just garnished with a bit of parsley to make it fancy.
“Split pea soup, nice choice.” Harry commented as the man at the table next to them battled with his entree. Even Molly Weasley couldn’t help but laugh. They talked about school, and the summer break, and what next year would be like as they ate, then battled over who would pick up the tab. Finally Mrs.Weasley gave in and let Harry pay because he was simply to persistent. The group headed out of the musty restaurant and into the bright sunlight.
“Shall we do a bit of browsing before we head home?” Mrs.Weasley asked. They all agreed. “Well meet me back here in one hour, and don’t be late, you hear?” She prompted. They agreed. Mrs.Weasley headed into a shop selling antique teapots while the rest of the group marched on toward Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes joke shop. Upon entering hundreds of tiny little insects rained down on them, vanishing just as the hit the ground. Ron gave out a squeal and two rounds of identical laughter sounded from behind the counter.
“You lot should know to expect that by now.” Fred laughed.
“Never gets old, does it bro?” George asked. They grinned. They chatted with the older Weasly boys, talking of business and the new wares they had been producing. Ron warned them that their mother planned to stop in after she had procured a new snapping cookie jar (Pig had broken their last one) and that they better watch out.
Ginny was aching to pull Hermione away, to take her some place secret where they could just be. She was gazing out the window when Hermione tapped her on the shoulder and asked, “Want to come with me to buy a new cauldron?”
“Uh.. Oh, okay.” She gathered herself from her daydream as Hermione explained where they were going and reminded them to meet back outside The Leaky Cauldron in half an hour.
The stepped out of the shop into the bustling street, a slight breeze greeting them, making Hermione’s hair blow into her eyes. Ginny leaned forward and brushed it away, Hermione was blushing. The red head could not repress her grin.
They entered a musty shop minutes later, it was fairly deserted so they easily made their way to the back wall where the cauldrons were located. “Do you see a sixteen inch, thick bottomed cast iron anywhere?” Hermione asked, scanning the store.
Ginny was about to reply that she didn’t see one, when her eyes landed on a perfect fit on the bottom shelf. “Oh, here.” She motioned, she leaned down to pick it up at the exact moment that Hermione did, their foreheads collided and Ginny fell to the floor.
“Oh Ginny, I’m so sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, dropping to her knees and examining the growing bump on her friend’s forehead. The older girl ran her fingers along the bruise. Warmth crept over Ginny’s face, it was growing warm as Hermione leaned in closer. Their faces were almost touching.
“Are you just going to sit there and pout or are you going to buy something?” Snarled a warty old witch from behind the counter. Hermione jerked back, suddenly aware of the situation.
“Yes, yes. This please.” She grabbed the cauldron and scurried over to the counter to pay. Neither of them spoke as they made their way back to The Leaky Cauldron minutes later. Ginny wasn’t sure what to say, and Hermione was acting as if they were in a great hurry to return home. They arrived at the meeting spot, and within minutes the rest of the group had appeared.
“Got everything dears?” Mrs.Weasley asked. Hermione mumbled something about being ready to turn in for the night, even though it was four o’clock in the afternoon. Mrs.Weasley apparently didn’t hear, “Well we’ll be off then. Come along.” She hurried them all inside towards the fireplace, and they returned to The Burrow.
Opinions?
Author: Tamera [me]
Pairings: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: G, will be R (or smutty) later though
Chapters: 1 [this post]
Summary: Ginny is struggling with her undeniable feelings for Hermione,
How can she possibly tell her? Ginny gets butterflies everytime she's near
the older girl. She doesn't even know if Hermione likes girls. Can they ever
be together?
A/N: Start reading now, I know my summary is shitty but I promise the story
will be good once it gets going.
Chapter One
“Ginny, wake up!” Molly Weasley’s voice called up the stairs toward her sixteen year old daughter. “We’re leaving in half an hour!”
“Shit.” Ginny groaned as she rolled onto her side, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window to blind her. She would have given anything to stay in that exact spot for the rest of the day. Her mind groped for the reason she had to rise so early on her summer holiday. “Hermione.” She whispered, remembering. She sprang out of bed, and began immediately looking for something to wear.
“Mom says twenty minutes, Gin.” Her brother, Ron was saying through a yawn.
“Okay, fine, whatever. Just get out!” Ginny snapped, slamming the door in his face. She heard him mumble something about not being a morning person as he stumbled back to his room. The red head was digging through her closet, sniffing clothing and tossing them aside when she decided it wasn’t suitable (or in many cases, wasn’t clean). She finally settled on a pair of ripped jeans and a tummy skimming tank top.
She rushed to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and spending entirely too much time tugging a comb through her hair.
“Ginny, five minutes!” Her mother called to her. “You better be ready!”
“I WILL!” Ginny was getting flustered, she smudged on some kohl eyeliner and not having time to do much else, decided that it would do.
“Eat something, you’re looking peaky.” Her mother scolded as they prepared the floo powder.
“Not hungry.” Ginny mubled.
“If I didn’t know better sis, I’d think you were nervous.” Ron poked, Ginny scowled. “Meeting a friend of the male persuasion, are we?”
“Shut up Ronald!” She punched him squarely on the arm.
“Both of you, stop it right now! We need to be off. Harry, and Hermione will be waiting.” Mrs.Weasley interjected. Ron and Ginny scowled at each other. Molly, Ginny, and Ron gathered around the fireplace, each taking a handful of sparkling green power. One by one they threw it into the fire and shouted, “Diagon Alley!”, and one by one they were whisked away to land in the heart of London’s magical shopping gallery.
Ginny straightened herself up and brushed the soot off of her jeans. She looked around, spotted her family, then lead the way into the busy street towards Flourish and Blotts.
When they finally arrived Ginny immediately spotted Harry Potter, he was standing inside, leaning against the wall and gazing dreamily out the window. So deamily in fact, that he didn’t even see her until she was halfway through the entrance. “Ginny! Ron! Hullo Mrs.Weasly.” Harry exclaimed.
“Hey mate. How’s break been so far?” Ron asked his friend, giving him a chumlley slap on the back.
“S’been alright. The Dursleys are hounding me about this being the last summer I can stay with them. They said that when I graduate next year I can’t call that place home anymore. But why would I want to any-“
He was cut off by a smothering hug from Molly Weasley, “Oh Harry, don’t you worry dear. You know you’re more than welcome to stay at our house after you graduate. You’re like a son to us!” She gushed.
“I can’t believe you’re all graduating and I’m not.” Ginny stated, woefully. Before anyone could respond the red head caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. “Hermione.” she wispered.
“Hmm?” Harry asked.
“Oh, I’m just going to say hi to...” She trailed off as she pushed her way through the group to find the bushy haired girl. Stepping close behind her friend, she breathed in her ear, “I missed you.”
Hermione jumped, turning around as she did so. “Ron...” she started, but her tension eased when she saw that it was his sister. “Hi Ginny.” She gave a nervous little laugh, then hugged her friend. Ginny smiled, taking in every scent, every emotion coarsing through her.
“Everyone’s over here.” She stated when she felt she could hold the hug no longer without drawing attention to them. Her knees felt weak, would Hermione ever know how much little moments like those meant to her?
“Ronald, how have you been?” Hermione asked, embracing him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Ron blushed, and replied, “Good. You?” They exchanged mildly exciting tales of how their summers had been going as they headed down the bustling street to The Leaky Cauldron.
“‘Ow many?” The barman grunted when they walked into the damp and dusky pub.
“Oh, table for five please.” Hermione answered.
“It’s so good to see all of you kids together again.” Mrs.Weasley was beaming, she looked like she wanted to hug each of them until they couldn’t breathe. Ron side stepped her crooning. They were led to a booth in the corner where five dirty menus had been laid out.
“Looks like they’re really cleaning this place up.” Harry said dryly.
“It makes me think of a muggle resturaunt now, your father would love it.” Mrs.Weasly said to no one in particular.
“A very dirty muggle resturaunt.” Hermione stated, wiping the silverware that had been placed beside her menu with her sleeve. Ginny giggled.
Mrs.Weasley pretended not to hear the comment as their waiter approached. “Ready t’ order?” He grunted.
“Yes, yes, I believe we are.” She responded politely. They went around telling him what they wanted, carefully avoiding the split pea soup, while he wrote the order in the air with his wand. When they had finished he gave it a flick and the words zoomed off in glittering silver letters to the kitchen. “It’ll come soon.” And without another word he turned and walked back to the bar.
“Well.” Ginny said, trying to suppress a fit of giggles. “I imagine it’s a bit different at a muggle restaurant but... um... nice all the same.” She was choosing her words carefully as her mother eyed her down.
Within ten minutes their food came gliding out to them with the waiter in tow, his wand lazily balancing (and spilling) their meals. The food was as it had always been, just garnished with a bit of parsley to make it fancy.
“Split pea soup, nice choice.” Harry commented as the man at the table next to them battled with his entree. Even Molly Weasley couldn’t help but laugh. They talked about school, and the summer break, and what next year would be like as they ate, then battled over who would pick up the tab. Finally Mrs.Weasley gave in and let Harry pay because he was simply to persistent. The group headed out of the musty restaurant and into the bright sunlight.
“Shall we do a bit of browsing before we head home?” Mrs.Weasley asked. They all agreed. “Well meet me back here in one hour, and don’t be late, you hear?” She prompted. They agreed. Mrs.Weasley headed into a shop selling antique teapots while the rest of the group marched on toward Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes joke shop. Upon entering hundreds of tiny little insects rained down on them, vanishing just as the hit the ground. Ron gave out a squeal and two rounds of identical laughter sounded from behind the counter.
“You lot should know to expect that by now.” Fred laughed.
“Never gets old, does it bro?” George asked. They grinned. They chatted with the older Weasly boys, talking of business and the new wares they had been producing. Ron warned them that their mother planned to stop in after she had procured a new snapping cookie jar (Pig had broken their last one) and that they better watch out.
Ginny was aching to pull Hermione away, to take her some place secret where they could just be. She was gazing out the window when Hermione tapped her on the shoulder and asked, “Want to come with me to buy a new cauldron?”
“Uh.. Oh, okay.” She gathered herself from her daydream as Hermione explained where they were going and reminded them to meet back outside The Leaky Cauldron in half an hour.
The stepped out of the shop into the bustling street, a slight breeze greeting them, making Hermione’s hair blow into her eyes. Ginny leaned forward and brushed it away, Hermione was blushing. The red head could not repress her grin.
They entered a musty shop minutes later, it was fairly deserted so they easily made their way to the back wall where the cauldrons were located. “Do you see a sixteen inch, thick bottomed cast iron anywhere?” Hermione asked, scanning the store.
Ginny was about to reply that she didn’t see one, when her eyes landed on a perfect fit on the bottom shelf. “Oh, here.” She motioned, she leaned down to pick it up at the exact moment that Hermione did, their foreheads collided and Ginny fell to the floor.
“Oh Ginny, I’m so sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, dropping to her knees and examining the growing bump on her friend’s forehead. The older girl ran her fingers along the bruise. Warmth crept over Ginny’s face, it was growing warm as Hermione leaned in closer. Their faces were almost touching.
“Are you just going to sit there and pout or are you going to buy something?” Snarled a warty old witch from behind the counter. Hermione jerked back, suddenly aware of the situation.
“Yes, yes. This please.” She grabbed the cauldron and scurried over to the counter to pay. Neither of them spoke as they made their way back to The Leaky Cauldron minutes later. Ginny wasn’t sure what to say, and Hermione was acting as if they were in a great hurry to return home. They arrived at the meeting spot, and within minutes the rest of the group had appeared.
“Got everything dears?” Mrs.Weasley asked. Hermione mumbled something about being ready to turn in for the night, even though it was four o’clock in the afternoon. Mrs.Weasley apparently didn’t hear, “Well we’ll be off then. Come along.” She hurried them all inside towards the fireplace, and they returned to The Burrow.
Opinions?