Rush [Harry Potter, Angelina/Ginny, PG]
Title: Rush
Author/Artist: Hyel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 210
Summary: Quidditch femslash ficlet.
Ginny hangs in the air by her feet crossed around the broom, like it's nothing, as if her muscles don't scream for rest. She reaches, nothing in her eye but the golden prize. It's over in a second, and the broom whips back under her before she has time to consider the height, or the wind, or the cold. The snitch's wings beat against fingers.
'Good,' says Angelina, whooshing up from below, and they circle each other in midair. 'Flashy, dangerous, but got you there, so I'm not complaining.' She takes the snitch from Ginny and clicks it shut. 'Enough practising for today, hmm?'
'Not even,' says Ginny with a grin, sweat cooling on her brow, blood pumping in her ears. 'One more time.'
A corner of Angelina's mouth twitches up in a half-smile. 'All right.' She presses the sides of the ball and let's go, and it speeds off into the clouds, Ginny flying mere inches behind.
Angelina laughs with pleasure. Watching Ginny in the air is enough to warm any trainer's heart. Perhaps too much. She speeds up behind her, through the high altitude chill, sunshine on her cheek, wishing she could taste the wind on Ginny's skin.
But it's Ginny who has been watching her for years.
Author/Artist: Hyel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 210
Summary: Quidditch femslash ficlet.
Ginny hangs in the air by her feet crossed around the broom, like it's nothing, as if her muscles don't scream for rest. She reaches, nothing in her eye but the golden prize. It's over in a second, and the broom whips back under her before she has time to consider the height, or the wind, or the cold. The snitch's wings beat against fingers.
'Good,' says Angelina, whooshing up from below, and they circle each other in midair. 'Flashy, dangerous, but got you there, so I'm not complaining.' She takes the snitch from Ginny and clicks it shut. 'Enough practising for today, hmm?'
'Not even,' says Ginny with a grin, sweat cooling on her brow, blood pumping in her ears. 'One more time.'
A corner of Angelina's mouth twitches up in a half-smile. 'All right.' She presses the sides of the ball and let's go, and it speeds off into the clouds, Ginny flying mere inches behind.
Angelina laughs with pleasure. Watching Ginny in the air is enough to warm any trainer's heart. Perhaps too much. She speeds up behind her, through the high altitude chill, sunshine on her cheek, wishing she could taste the wind on Ginny's skin.
But it's Ginny who has been watching her for years.