HP: Ginny/Hermione, PG
Title: Nine Words
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: PG
Prompt: 12 - Wishes (for femslash50
Word Count: 475
Summary: Ginny repeats her wish every night...
Ginny sighed and rested her chin on her hand. She was kneeling down on the ground with her elbows balanced on the windowsill. The astronomy tower was surprisingly empty for a Thursday night. Usually the late night hook-ups started around midnight on Thursdays. Apparently there was a sexual slump overtaking Hogwarts. She smiled out into the night, trying to figure out which star had come out first.
She had been in the common room when the sun went down, so she didn’t get to make her nightly wish on the first star. Stupidly, she had been sneaking looks at her favorite Gryffindor instead of watching the sunset. Hermione had just been too delicious to ignore. She had been curled up in one of the overstuffed armchairs with a book in her lap. Every time she turned a page, she would reached up and push her hair back behind her right ear. Hermione probably didn’t notice the habit, but it caught Ginny’s attention every single time she did it. There was something graceful in the slow slide of fingers through hair that caused Ginny to stare in rapture at her friend.
For the past year or so, Ginny had been sneaking up to the astronomy tower to watch the sun go down and make her routine wish on the first star that brightened the night sky. She said the same nine words every night without fail, her eyes closed and her lips silently mouthing the sentence. She finally decided on the brightest star and let her eyelids fall. Ginny whispered, “I wish Hermione would fall in love with me” softly into the darkness. She opened her eyes and grinned, imagining that the star blinked at her. Perhaps if she wished hard enough, something would come of it.
Sighing again, Ginny turned around and started down the stairs. It was about a ten minute walk back to the Gryffindor tower, so she hurried, hoping that no wandering prefects would happen upon her. She made it back to the tower a little after one in the morning and crept into the common room as quietly as she could. The fire was still blazing in the fireplace, and she could make out the familiar head of bushy hair poking out over the back of the armchair.
Ginny tip-toed over to the chair and found Hermione sleeping, curled up into a little ball. She was hugging her book to her chest, and her lips were parted slightly. In a sudden spur of braveness, Ginny leaned in and pecked Hermione quickly on the mouth. Then she practically ran back to her dormitory, feeling stupid for what she had risked. It wasn’t as if the other girl would react favorably to something like that. Ginny would just have to keep on wishing. Hopefully the stars would be kind to her one night.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: PG
Prompt: 12 - Wishes (for femslash50
Word Count: 475
Summary: Ginny repeats her wish every night...
Ginny sighed and rested her chin on her hand. She was kneeling down on the ground with her elbows balanced on the windowsill. The astronomy tower was surprisingly empty for a Thursday night. Usually the late night hook-ups started around midnight on Thursdays. Apparently there was a sexual slump overtaking Hogwarts. She smiled out into the night, trying to figure out which star had come out first.
She had been in the common room when the sun went down, so she didn’t get to make her nightly wish on the first star. Stupidly, she had been sneaking looks at her favorite Gryffindor instead of watching the sunset. Hermione had just been too delicious to ignore. She had been curled up in one of the overstuffed armchairs with a book in her lap. Every time she turned a page, she would reached up and push her hair back behind her right ear. Hermione probably didn’t notice the habit, but it caught Ginny’s attention every single time she did it. There was something graceful in the slow slide of fingers through hair that caused Ginny to stare in rapture at her friend.
For the past year or so, Ginny had been sneaking up to the astronomy tower to watch the sun go down and make her routine wish on the first star that brightened the night sky. She said the same nine words every night without fail, her eyes closed and her lips silently mouthing the sentence. She finally decided on the brightest star and let her eyelids fall. Ginny whispered, “I wish Hermione would fall in love with me” softly into the darkness. She opened her eyes and grinned, imagining that the star blinked at her. Perhaps if she wished hard enough, something would come of it.
Sighing again, Ginny turned around and started down the stairs. It was about a ten minute walk back to the Gryffindor tower, so she hurried, hoping that no wandering prefects would happen upon her. She made it back to the tower a little after one in the morning and crept into the common room as quietly as she could. The fire was still blazing in the fireplace, and she could make out the familiar head of bushy hair poking out over the back of the armchair.
Ginny tip-toed over to the chair and found Hermione sleeping, curled up into a little ball. She was hugging her book to her chest, and her lips were parted slightly. In a sudden spur of braveness, Ginny leaned in and pecked Hermione quickly on the mouth. Then she practically ran back to her dormitory, feeling stupid for what she had risked. It wasn’t as if the other girl would react favorably to something like that. Ginny would just have to keep on wishing. Hopefully the stars would be kind to her one night.