Secrets Between Girls
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bleedingangel84Title: Secrets Between Girls
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Rating: PG
Warnings: Femmeslash
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 273- “Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.” - Julie Anne Peters, Keeping You a Secret, Scattered, Diaries
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is neither my usual pairing nor my usual style, but I liked writing it. I hope readers enjoy it as much. Concrit is welcome.
Summary: Hermione has a crush.
It started with her long red hair. The way she always smelled like flowers. The smell invaded Hermione’s dreams sometimes, driving her mad until she identified it as Ginny’s freesia shampoo. Then it drove her mad for other reasons. She wasn’t meant to like girls. She liked Ron. Though she had to admit that his constant smell of bacon, grass, and quidditch sweat made her nose wrinkle with involuntary revulsion.
Somehow, even fresh off the quidditch pitch, Ginny always smelled wonderful. Hermione wondered what her secret was and vowed to ask her one day when they were alone. Ginny always shared her secrets with Hermione these days, claiming that she’d lost all trust in diaries after Voldemort’s possession of her. Hermione couldn’t blame her.
Once, when they’d played a game of spin-the-bottle at a party, Hermione had watched in shock as Ginny kissed Luna when her turn came as if it were nothing at all. She’d wondered for an instant what the sudden warmth in her belly meant, but then her thoughts scattered again when it was her turn. She’d hoped it didn’t land on Ron. He’d eaten masses of food at dinner and had not yet brushed his teeth. Disgusting.
She’d found herself wondering what it might be like to kiss Ginny. Would she kiss softly or roughly? Would her lips be wet? Curiosity had driven her insane as she waited for the bottle to stop spinning. She’d looked at it in anticipation only to feel her stomach sinking as she saw who she was meant to kiss. Ron, of course. Just her luck. He’d smiled at her, pleased, and she could barely force herself to smile weakly in return.
Oh, God, no. She didn’t want to do this.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl. She knew it now. Ron’s lips felt like wet, pink worms wiggling against her own, and she felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of relief when he released her.
She’d felt even better when Ginny patted her back comfortingly, realising that Hermione felt overwhelmed by the experience. Hermione thought perhaps it was time to share some of her secrets with Ginny.
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Rating: PG
Warnings: Femmeslash
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 273- “Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.” - Julie Anne Peters, Keeping You a Secret, Scattered, DiariesDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is neither my usual pairing nor my usual style, but I liked writing it. I hope readers enjoy it as much. Concrit is welcome.
Summary: Hermione has a crush.
It started with her long red hair. The way she always smelled like flowers. The smell invaded Hermione’s dreams sometimes, driving her mad until she identified it as Ginny’s freesia shampoo. Then it drove her mad for other reasons. She wasn’t meant to like girls. She liked Ron. Though she had to admit that his constant smell of bacon, grass, and quidditch sweat made her nose wrinkle with involuntary revulsion.
Somehow, even fresh off the quidditch pitch, Ginny always smelled wonderful. Hermione wondered what her secret was and vowed to ask her one day when they were alone. Ginny always shared her secrets with Hermione these days, claiming that she’d lost all trust in diaries after Voldemort’s possession of her. Hermione couldn’t blame her.
Once, when they’d played a game of spin-the-bottle at a party, Hermione had watched in shock as Ginny kissed Luna when her turn came as if it were nothing at all. She’d wondered for an instant what the sudden warmth in her belly meant, but then her thoughts scattered again when it was her turn. She’d hoped it didn’t land on Ron. He’d eaten masses of food at dinner and had not yet brushed his teeth. Disgusting.
She’d found herself wondering what it might be like to kiss Ginny. Would she kiss softly or roughly? Would her lips be wet? Curiosity had driven her insane as she waited for the bottle to stop spinning. She’d looked at it in anticipation only to feel her stomach sinking as she saw who she was meant to kiss. Ron, of course. Just her luck. He’d smiled at her, pleased, and she could barely force herself to smile weakly in return.
Oh, God, no. She didn’t want to do this.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl. She knew it now. Ron’s lips felt like wet, pink worms wiggling against her own, and she felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of relief when he released her.
She’d felt even better when Ginny patted her back comfortingly, realising that Hermione felt overwhelmed by the experience. Hermione thought perhaps it was time to share some of her secrets with Ginny.