Ginny felt her hand skim the door handle as it dropped to her side. A flush of red had spread across Hermione's chest, dipping down between her breasts which were half exposed beneath her undone shirt. Following the smooth, white skin of her stomach, Ginny felt herself blush as her eyes flicked to her skirt and away again.
"I've really go to go, Hermione. I'm sorry... I didn't think anyone would be here..."
Despite her protests, Ginny still couldn't make her hand raise enough to grasp the door handle. Transfixed by the glow of Hermione's milky skin, Ginny could not help it as she ran her eyes once more over Hermione's body. It was so unlike her own, unmarred by ugly freckles. Ginny bit her lip and looked away again, willing herself not to blush.
"I was waiting here for you, actually" Hermione said, voice as calm as Ginny had ever heard it, "That makes me the intruder, so if you want me to leave, I will."
Hermione hoped that she hadn't made a huge mistake, misread the signs and just destroyed the friendship that she shared with Ginny. She desperately wanted to reach out and take Ginny's hand, make some physical contact between them and hold Ginny there, but she also desperately wanted Ginny to choose to stay.
Ginny stepped back and felt the door handle dig into the base of her spine, reminding her that her waist down still exsisted. Sure, it was embarrasing to walk in on Hermione like that, but she couldn't help but notice the way her legs were trembling, and the way that she doubted if they had little to do with Hermione. Looking over Hermiones shoulder, Ginny glances at the bed, achingly aware of the scent of Hermione all around her.
"Hermione Granger," she breathed, slowness and wickedness combined. "I do believe I've got the wrong impression of you."
Stepping forward {ignoring the loss of the cold metal through thin shirt} Ginny leant into Hermione's warmth. Ignoring the hammering in her chest, the dryness of her lips, and the accute dizziness she felt, Ginny ran an unsure hand down Hermione's waist, leaving it on the swell of her hip, before using the other hand to trace the soft curve of Hermione's jaw.
"Ginervra Weasley, what a thing to say." she replied, grinning at Ginny, then she sighed softly, curling one hand around Ginny's waist, not yet pulling her close, just holding her gently.
She'd wanted this for so long, to know the touch of Ginny's skin against her own, the feel of Ginny's hair as it slid across her body, the taste of her. Hermione almost didn't want to close her eyes in case it turned out to all have been a dream.
In the soft light of the lamps and the fire Ginny's hair seemed to spun of the flames themselves, and every movement of Ginny's head swirled the loose strands around her face. Raising a hand to the younger girl's cheek Hermione found herself tracing patterns between the freckles there, and then on impulse she leaned in closer and laid a kiss where her finger had been.
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"I've really go to go, Hermione. I'm sorry... I didn't think anyone would be here..."
Despite her protests, Ginny still couldn't make her hand raise enough to grasp the door handle. Transfixed by the glow of Hermione's milky skin, Ginny could not help it as she ran her eyes once more over Hermione's body. It was so unlike her own, unmarred by ugly freckles. Ginny bit her lip and looked away again, willing herself not to blush.
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Hermione hoped that she hadn't made a huge mistake, misread the signs and just destroyed the friendship that she shared with Ginny. She desperately wanted to reach out and take Ginny's hand, make some physical contact between them and hold Ginny there, but she also desperately wanted Ginny to choose to stay.
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"Hermione Granger," she breathed, slowness and wickedness combined. "I do believe I've got the wrong impression of you."
Stepping forward {ignoring the loss of the cold metal through thin shirt} Ginny leant into Hermione's warmth. Ignoring the hammering in her chest, the dryness of her lips, and the accute dizziness she felt, Ginny ran an unsure hand down Hermione's waist, leaving it on the swell of her hip, before using the other hand to trace the soft curve of Hermione's jaw.
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She'd wanted this for so long, to know the touch of Ginny's skin against her own, the feel of Ginny's hair as it slid across her body, the taste of her. Hermione almost didn't want to close her eyes in case it turned out to all have been a dream.
In the soft light of the lamps and the fire Ginny's hair seemed to spun of the flames themselves, and every movement of Ginny's head swirled the loose strands around her face. Raising a hand to the younger girl's cheek Hermione found herself tracing patterns between the freckles there, and then on impulse she leaned in closer and laid a kiss where her finger had been.
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