Feathers CH 2 HG/GW
First of all, thank you to everyone who read chapter one and especially the people who were so patient waiting for me to continue. Life just gets insane sometimes, doesn't it? Anyway. I'm already working on the third chapter and if I'm inspired enough, maybe it will be up within the next few days.
Title: Feathers
Author: Tamera [me]
Pairings: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: PG, will be R (or smutty) later though
Chapters: One, Two [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?
“Fancy a game of Quidditch?” Harry asked after the new arrivals had settled into The Burrow.
“Is that all you three ever think about?” Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a game, you know.”
“It is not just a game!” Ron roared, they’d had this fight a million times.
“You’re hopeless.” Hermione stated, picking up a book. Ginny couldn’t help but laugh, Ron threw her an evil look.
“Oh get over it, Ron.” She started, grabbing her broom. “Last one to the lawn has to be scorekeeper.” She shot off towards the door. It took a moment for what she’s said to sink in before the boys ran off after her. Hermione smiled and followed with her book.
The group spent the sunny afternoon zooming around on their brooms, tag teaming each other in the air and practicing their signature moves. Hermione occasionally put down her book to cheer on Ginny, which only made Ron try and show off harder.
Just as the sun was setting, Mrs.Weasley called them all inside for their evening meal. Hermione hurried in to set the table, while the other three put away their Quidditch gear.
They all helped themselves to mounds of mashed potatos, peas, rice pudding, and a very tasty cassarole. By the end of the meal, Ron and Harry looked they might burst.
“You all must be quite tired from the journey today, I suggest going to bed at a decent hour.” Mrs.Weasley stated in her most motherly voice.
“Oh Molly, you remember what it was like to be a teenager don’t you? You know they’ll want to stay up all night gossiping.” Arthur told his wife.
She began to respond but quickly snapped, “Ronald!” to her son who was dozing off into his empty plate.
His eyes shot open, “Right! Snap peas!” He shouted as he jumped up, looking surprised to see them all laughing. “Did I miss something?” That only made Hermione giggle harder, she was clutching Ginny’s arm in a fit of laughter.
“Alright, all of you.. Up to bed.” Mrs.Weasley said kindly. They made their way toward the stairs, Ron still looking confused, and Hermione wiping tears from her eyes.
“G’nite” Ginny stated, as Hermione quickly hugged the boys and gave a little wave, before following Ginny into the bedroom.
“I think I could use a bath, do you mind?” The bushy haired girl asked, pulling clean clothes from her trunk.
“Of course not, you know you’re supposed to treat this place like home when you’re here.” Hermione grinned and nodded before heading to the lavotry.
Ginny quickly kicked off her jeans, and tugged her shirt over her head. She unhooked her bra, and grabbed a large t-shirt to sleep in. She caught a glimpse of her small figure in the mirror, she stood for a moment, staring.
‘Why would Hermione ever fall for me? Ron may be a complete dork but at least he’s a boy.’ She thought to herself.
She grabbed the journal from her bedside table and flipped it open, kneeling on the bed, she scribbled;
She smells like flower petals, and her smile could make the moon melt.
Every moment that I’m near her is a moment I wish would never end.
I wish I could make her see me.
Feel me, as I wish to feel her.
She closed the book and placed it in the drawer of her night stand, then pulled back the covers and climbed under them. Within minutes Hermione returned, her hair in wet locks around her face, her skin fresh and shining.
“Feel better?” Ginny asked.
“Loads.” Hermione stated, and plopped onto the bed beside her friend. Ginny could smell her sweet scent, it was almost intoxicating. She had to stop herself from staring at the spots that the night gown hugged Hermione’s womanly figure.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” Ginny asked, fixing her eyes on the floor.
“I was reading about how wild flowers and assorted weeds can be used in potion making, so I was thinking of going on a walk and seeing what I could find. Want to come?”
Ginny nodded. “We can pack a picnic and make a day of it.”
“Sounds great.” Hermione yawned as she wiggled under the blankets.
Ginny reached across her sleepy friend and turned off the lamp. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight” Hermione whispered and she turned over. Ginny lay for a long while listening to the sounds of the night and the sounds of the sleeping girl beside her before she finally drifted off.
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The sun had crept into the sky and all the dew that the night had left behind was almost dried up by the time that Ginny finally awoke. She rolled over in the empty bed and faced the spot where Hermione had been. For a moment she wondered if she had dreamed yesterday. But before the thought was able to fully form the door opened and Hermione walked in.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Mmm, what time is it?” Ginny asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Quarter til 10. I’ve been up for hours. I didn’t want to leave without you.” Hermione replied.
Ginny sat up, and smiled. “Sorry. You could have woke me up, you know.”
“Ron advised against it. He said you’d throttle me if I interrupted your beauty sleep.” The girls laughed.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Ginny stretched her arms into the air with a yawn. “I’ll just take a quick shower and then we can head out.”
“Okay, take your time. I’ve already got the picnic ready and was just looking through a few last minute herbology texts for reference.” Ginny couldn’t help but laugh as she gathered some clothes and headed to the bathroom. Hermione was such a brain, it was cute.
The red head quickly washed her hair and scrubbed her body off. She would be glad when she was legally old enough to use magic to quicken annoying tasks like shaving her legs. Only a matter of months, she had to keep reminding herself. Within fifteen minutes she was dressed, hair slung back in a pony tail, and with a picnic basket on her arm.
Ginny and Hermione walked out into the warm summer sun, there was a very slight breeze and the sky was perfectly blue. It was a beautiful day. They headed behind the house into the woods, once you walked about a half a mile back there was a river and Mr.Weasley had been sure they could find plenty of herbs in that area.
“Are you nervous about your last year at Hogwarts?” Ginny asked, trying to make conversation as they walked.
“Very much. I feel so overwhelmed, I have so much to do. I should have read all my texts at least three times by now but I’m only on the second go-around. I’m sure everyone else will be loads more prepared than I am.” She sounded stressed.
“Trust me, Hermione. You’ll be tops.” Ginny was sincere for more reasons than one. She knew Ron hadn’t so much as opened any of his school books yet, and was pretty sure Harry had barely flipped through them.
Hermione smiled, but Ginny wasn’t sure she believed it. She couldn’t understand how one of the most brilliant girls in the school didn’t believe in herself. Could she not see how smart she was? How beautiful? How utterly amazing?
“Oh! Here we are, comfrey!” Hermione was taking cuttings of a small plant blooming with lilac flowers, carefully laying the pieces in the basket she had brought. “Your mother was saying she needed some of this for her medicine cabinet.”
“She’ll appreciate that.” Ginny replied.
Once they were back on their trail to the river, it was Hermione’s turn to make conversation. “So Ronald tells me you have a new boyfriend?”
This caught Ginny off guard, “No!” She exclaimed. Hermione looked startled. “I mean, there is someone, but we’re not together yet. It’s sort of a secret crush.”
“Oh, I see. Not Harry again is it? You two have been getting on rather well recently.”
“No. No, no, no.” Ginny laughed. “Definitely not Harry.”
“So this boy, he doesn’t know how you feel?”
“No, the person doesn’t know.” She was very careful not to use the word ‘boy’.
“I see. Well, are you going to tell him soon?” For someone so smart, Hermione was oblivious.
“I hope so.” Ginny replied with a smile. “I hope so.”
They made their way to the river, chatting about boys at school, Hermione pondering aloud who this secret crush was.
“You must be hungry since you weren’t up in time for breakfast.” Hermione stated, setting the picnic basket down on the grass.
“Starved.” Ginny stated, pulling a blanket from the basket and spreading it on the ground. The girls plopped down & began to lay their feast out.
They chatted about school, Harry and Ron, and Mrs.Weasley’s tantrums as they ate their jam sandwhiches and the cut up vegetables that Hermione had prepared.
“So what do you think you’ll do after you finish school?” Ginny asked.
“I’m considering many options. I’ve thought about being a healer. I’m quite good at transfiguration, herbology, and potions so it could work. But then again, I think I’d like something more mathematical like working for Gringotts. I just don’t know. I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall after the start of term to help decide.”
“Oh, well that should be helpful.”
“Do you know what you want to do, Ginny?”
“I was thinking about being an auror. I think it’d be fascinating.”
“And dangerous.” Hermione frowned.
“That, too.” Ginny replied, biting off a bit of carrot stick.
“I want to look around for a few specific herbs by the river. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour, then we can start back if you want.” Hermione said as they packed up their lunch remains.
“Whatever you’d like. Take your time, I brought my sketch book and was going to draw a bit while we’re out here.”
While Hermione set off to look for Feverfew, Ginny took out her sketch pad and pencil set, and leaning up against a tree trunk she began to draw the things around her. She loved to draw, she could get lost in it. Her hand moved over the paper, all sense of time evaporated as she focused on her subject. Hermione was kneeling by the river, arms outstretched, gathering the blue flowers with her boline and placing them in the basket. Ginny flipped to a new page and began to draw the brown haired girl. She sketched as her friend moved, the facial expressions, the body movements, the places that the sunlight hit her hair.
She was lost in her daze, putting the final touches on her work, Ginny barely noticed Hermione walk up in front of her.
“What are you drawing?” She asked, peeking over.
“Oh.” Ginny was startled, she quickly flipped back the page of flowers and fumbled the book towards the bushy haired girl.
“This is beautiful, Ginny.”
“Thank you.” The younger girl stood.
“You drew something else, too, didn’t you?” Hermione had turned the page before Ginny could stop her.
“It’s... me.”
“Yeah.” Ginny didn’t know what else to say.
Hermione traced her fingers lightly on the paper. “I love it.”
Ginny couldn’t suppress her smile. The eyes that looked up from the paper were not just the eyes of a friend, Hermione’s expression had changed, she looked thoughtful, she stepped forward. She handed Ginny back the sketch pad, it slipped through the girl’s fingers and fell to the ground. Neither of them broke the moment, their eyes were locked.
Something moved Ginny. It was as if she was dreaming, as if the wind were swirling around her and nothing was more real than this moment. She leaned her face forward and kissed Hermione. Their lips met, and the older girl did not pull away. She moved into the kiss, she snaked her hand around Ginny’s waist and deepened it, their tongues met and it was bliss. Sweet, intoxicating bliss.
Title: Feathers
Author: Tamera [me]
Pairings: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: PG, will be R (or smutty) later though
Chapters: One, Two [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?
“Fancy a game of Quidditch?” Harry asked after the new arrivals had settled into The Burrow.
“Is that all you three ever think about?” Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a game, you know.”
“It is not just a game!” Ron roared, they’d had this fight a million times.
“You’re hopeless.” Hermione stated, picking up a book. Ginny couldn’t help but laugh, Ron threw her an evil look.
“Oh get over it, Ron.” She started, grabbing her broom. “Last one to the lawn has to be scorekeeper.” She shot off towards the door. It took a moment for what she’s said to sink in before the boys ran off after her. Hermione smiled and followed with her book.
The group spent the sunny afternoon zooming around on their brooms, tag teaming each other in the air and practicing their signature moves. Hermione occasionally put down her book to cheer on Ginny, which only made Ron try and show off harder.
Just as the sun was setting, Mrs.Weasley called them all inside for their evening meal. Hermione hurried in to set the table, while the other three put away their Quidditch gear.
They all helped themselves to mounds of mashed potatos, peas, rice pudding, and a very tasty cassarole. By the end of the meal, Ron and Harry looked they might burst.
“You all must be quite tired from the journey today, I suggest going to bed at a decent hour.” Mrs.Weasley stated in her most motherly voice.
“Oh Molly, you remember what it was like to be a teenager don’t you? You know they’ll want to stay up all night gossiping.” Arthur told his wife.
She began to respond but quickly snapped, “Ronald!” to her son who was dozing off into his empty plate.
His eyes shot open, “Right! Snap peas!” He shouted as he jumped up, looking surprised to see them all laughing. “Did I miss something?” That only made Hermione giggle harder, she was clutching Ginny’s arm in a fit of laughter.
“Alright, all of you.. Up to bed.” Mrs.Weasley said kindly. They made their way toward the stairs, Ron still looking confused, and Hermione wiping tears from her eyes.
“G’nite” Ginny stated, as Hermione quickly hugged the boys and gave a little wave, before following Ginny into the bedroom.
“I think I could use a bath, do you mind?” The bushy haired girl asked, pulling clean clothes from her trunk.
“Of course not, you know you’re supposed to treat this place like home when you’re here.” Hermione grinned and nodded before heading to the lavotry.
Ginny quickly kicked off her jeans, and tugged her shirt over her head. She unhooked her bra, and grabbed a large t-shirt to sleep in. She caught a glimpse of her small figure in the mirror, she stood for a moment, staring.
‘Why would Hermione ever fall for me? Ron may be a complete dork but at least he’s a boy.’ She thought to herself.
She grabbed the journal from her bedside table and flipped it open, kneeling on the bed, she scribbled;
She smells like flower petals, and her smile could make the moon melt.
Every moment that I’m near her is a moment I wish would never end.
I wish I could make her see me.
Feel me, as I wish to feel her.
She closed the book and placed it in the drawer of her night stand, then pulled back the covers and climbed under them. Within minutes Hermione returned, her hair in wet locks around her face, her skin fresh and shining.
“Feel better?” Ginny asked.
“Loads.” Hermione stated, and plopped onto the bed beside her friend. Ginny could smell her sweet scent, it was almost intoxicating. She had to stop herself from staring at the spots that the night gown hugged Hermione’s womanly figure.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” Ginny asked, fixing her eyes on the floor.
“I was reading about how wild flowers and assorted weeds can be used in potion making, so I was thinking of going on a walk and seeing what I could find. Want to come?”
Ginny nodded. “We can pack a picnic and make a day of it.”
“Sounds great.” Hermione yawned as she wiggled under the blankets.
Ginny reached across her sleepy friend and turned off the lamp. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight” Hermione whispered and she turned over. Ginny lay for a long while listening to the sounds of the night and the sounds of the sleeping girl beside her before she finally drifted off.
---
The sun had crept into the sky and all the dew that the night had left behind was almost dried up by the time that Ginny finally awoke. She rolled over in the empty bed and faced the spot where Hermione had been. For a moment she wondered if she had dreamed yesterday. But before the thought was able to fully form the door opened and Hermione walked in.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Mmm, what time is it?” Ginny asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Quarter til 10. I’ve been up for hours. I didn’t want to leave without you.” Hermione replied.
Ginny sat up, and smiled. “Sorry. You could have woke me up, you know.”
“Ron advised against it. He said you’d throttle me if I interrupted your beauty sleep.” The girls laughed.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Ginny stretched her arms into the air with a yawn. “I’ll just take a quick shower and then we can head out.”
“Okay, take your time. I’ve already got the picnic ready and was just looking through a few last minute herbology texts for reference.” Ginny couldn’t help but laugh as she gathered some clothes and headed to the bathroom. Hermione was such a brain, it was cute.
The red head quickly washed her hair and scrubbed her body off. She would be glad when she was legally old enough to use magic to quicken annoying tasks like shaving her legs. Only a matter of months, she had to keep reminding herself. Within fifteen minutes she was dressed, hair slung back in a pony tail, and with a picnic basket on her arm.
Ginny and Hermione walked out into the warm summer sun, there was a very slight breeze and the sky was perfectly blue. It was a beautiful day. They headed behind the house into the woods, once you walked about a half a mile back there was a river and Mr.Weasley had been sure they could find plenty of herbs in that area.
“Are you nervous about your last year at Hogwarts?” Ginny asked, trying to make conversation as they walked.
“Very much. I feel so overwhelmed, I have so much to do. I should have read all my texts at least three times by now but I’m only on the second go-around. I’m sure everyone else will be loads more prepared than I am.” She sounded stressed.
“Trust me, Hermione. You’ll be tops.” Ginny was sincere for more reasons than one. She knew Ron hadn’t so much as opened any of his school books yet, and was pretty sure Harry had barely flipped through them.
Hermione smiled, but Ginny wasn’t sure she believed it. She couldn’t understand how one of the most brilliant girls in the school didn’t believe in herself. Could she not see how smart she was? How beautiful? How utterly amazing?
“Oh! Here we are, comfrey!” Hermione was taking cuttings of a small plant blooming with lilac flowers, carefully laying the pieces in the basket she had brought. “Your mother was saying she needed some of this for her medicine cabinet.”
“She’ll appreciate that.” Ginny replied.
Once they were back on their trail to the river, it was Hermione’s turn to make conversation. “So Ronald tells me you have a new boyfriend?”
This caught Ginny off guard, “No!” She exclaimed. Hermione looked startled. “I mean, there is someone, but we’re not together yet. It’s sort of a secret crush.”
“Oh, I see. Not Harry again is it? You two have been getting on rather well recently.”
“No. No, no, no.” Ginny laughed. “Definitely not Harry.”
“So this boy, he doesn’t know how you feel?”
“No, the person doesn’t know.” She was very careful not to use the word ‘boy’.
“I see. Well, are you going to tell him soon?” For someone so smart, Hermione was oblivious.
“I hope so.” Ginny replied with a smile. “I hope so.”
They made their way to the river, chatting about boys at school, Hermione pondering aloud who this secret crush was.
“You must be hungry since you weren’t up in time for breakfast.” Hermione stated, setting the picnic basket down on the grass.
“Starved.” Ginny stated, pulling a blanket from the basket and spreading it on the ground. The girls plopped down & began to lay their feast out.
They chatted about school, Harry and Ron, and Mrs.Weasley’s tantrums as they ate their jam sandwhiches and the cut up vegetables that Hermione had prepared.
“So what do you think you’ll do after you finish school?” Ginny asked.
“I’m considering many options. I’ve thought about being a healer. I’m quite good at transfiguration, herbology, and potions so it could work. But then again, I think I’d like something more mathematical like working for Gringotts. I just don’t know. I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall after the start of term to help decide.”
“Oh, well that should be helpful.”
“Do you know what you want to do, Ginny?”
“I was thinking about being an auror. I think it’d be fascinating.”
“And dangerous.” Hermione frowned.
“That, too.” Ginny replied, biting off a bit of carrot stick.
“I want to look around for a few specific herbs by the river. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour, then we can start back if you want.” Hermione said as they packed up their lunch remains.
“Whatever you’d like. Take your time, I brought my sketch book and was going to draw a bit while we’re out here.”
While Hermione set off to look for Feverfew, Ginny took out her sketch pad and pencil set, and leaning up against a tree trunk she began to draw the things around her. She loved to draw, she could get lost in it. Her hand moved over the paper, all sense of time evaporated as she focused on her subject. Hermione was kneeling by the river, arms outstretched, gathering the blue flowers with her boline and placing them in the basket. Ginny flipped to a new page and began to draw the brown haired girl. She sketched as her friend moved, the facial expressions, the body movements, the places that the sunlight hit her hair.
She was lost in her daze, putting the final touches on her work, Ginny barely noticed Hermione walk up in front of her.
“What are you drawing?” She asked, peeking over.
“Oh.” Ginny was startled, she quickly flipped back the page of flowers and fumbled the book towards the bushy haired girl.
“This is beautiful, Ginny.”
“Thank you.” The younger girl stood.
“You drew something else, too, didn’t you?” Hermione had turned the page before Ginny could stop her.
“It’s... me.”
“Yeah.” Ginny didn’t know what else to say.
Hermione traced her fingers lightly on the paper. “I love it.”
Ginny couldn’t suppress her smile. The eyes that looked up from the paper were not just the eyes of a friend, Hermione’s expression had changed, she looked thoughtful, she stepped forward. She handed Ginny back the sketch pad, it slipped through the girl’s fingers and fell to the ground. Neither of them broke the moment, their eyes were locked.
Something moved Ginny. It was as if she was dreaming, as if the wind were swirling around her and nothing was more real than this moment. She leaned her face forward and kissed Hermione. Their lips met, and the older girl did not pull away. She moved into the kiss, she snaked her hand around Ginny’s waist and deepened it, their tongues met and it was bliss. Sweet, intoxicating bliss.