for MISSREMEMBER, happy week one!
Title: Three Hundred and Sixty-Five
For: MISSREMEMBER
Ship: Hermione/Ginny
Words: 366
Week One Prompt: It Only Comes Once a Year
Warnings: erm. femmeslash? gratuitous winter description!
Ginny Weasley has a calendar. It is one of those cramped pocketbook types, just large enough to let her cross off the days with a precise X. She keeps it in her purse, close at all times. Today, on the calendar, 364 days are crossed out, and the last is circled in red, pen strokes crisscrossing each other as if she has marked this day many times. Today, she smiles to herself as she steps out onto the snow-dusted porch, locking the door behind her and flipping up her collar against the biting air. Harry thinks she is meeting a student who needs extra help. She will not return for hours. Her boots crunch along the sidewalk with that particular sound only heard on the crispest and clearest of December days. The park they use for Disapparation is just around the corner, and with the harsh winter light flashing in her eyes through the branches, Ginny darts into a thicket of birches and disappears.
She reemerges from the edges of the world outside room 1612, on the sixth floor of the Riverbend Hotel. The door feels strangely warm under her chilled fingers as she raps three times, but when it opens her body feels as if it has been lit on fire. Ginny gives Hermione a once-over, then a twice-over, noting all the little details that have faded in her memory. Her curls are shorter now, parted on the side. She remembers those curls, sliding over her cheek, her shoulder, followed by fingertips and kisses. They were only girls then, curious, experimenting; but it has endured. There was never a question of what would happen after they graduated - they married, built careers, led normal lives. But this one day in every 365 is outside the limits of normal, of accepted. This is pure. Hermione tugs on Ginny’s scarf, drawing her inside the room and into her arms. They kiss and kiss as the door swings shut, and clothes soon litter the floor. There will be time for whispers and laughter and simply being close later - for now, they have been starved, and have to make the most of this time. It only comes once a year.
For: MISSREMEMBER
Ship: Hermione/Ginny
Words: 366
Week One Prompt: It Only Comes Once a Year
Warnings: erm. femmeslash? gratuitous winter description!
Ginny Weasley has a calendar. It is one of those cramped pocketbook types, just large enough to let her cross off the days with a precise X. She keeps it in her purse, close at all times. Today, on the calendar, 364 days are crossed out, and the last is circled in red, pen strokes crisscrossing each other as if she has marked this day many times. Today, she smiles to herself as she steps out onto the snow-dusted porch, locking the door behind her and flipping up her collar against the biting air. Harry thinks she is meeting a student who needs extra help. She will not return for hours. Her boots crunch along the sidewalk with that particular sound only heard on the crispest and clearest of December days. The park they use for Disapparation is just around the corner, and with the harsh winter light flashing in her eyes through the branches, Ginny darts into a thicket of birches and disappears.
She reemerges from the edges of the world outside room 1612, on the sixth floor of the Riverbend Hotel. The door feels strangely warm under her chilled fingers as she raps three times, but when it opens her body feels as if it has been lit on fire. Ginny gives Hermione a once-over, then a twice-over, noting all the little details that have faded in her memory. Her curls are shorter now, parted on the side. She remembers those curls, sliding over her cheek, her shoulder, followed by fingertips and kisses. They were only girls then, curious, experimenting; but it has endured. There was never a question of what would happen after they graduated - they married, built careers, led normal lives. But this one day in every 365 is outside the limits of normal, of accepted. This is pure. Hermione tugs on Ginny’s scarf, drawing her inside the room and into her arms. They kiss and kiss as the door swings shut, and clothes soon litter the floor. There will be time for whispers and laughter and simply being close later - for now, they have been starved, and have to make the most of this time. It only comes once a year.