The Secret Heartache of Hermione Granger

The Secret Heartache of Hermione Granger

Chapter Six

By darthelwig

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I don’t own the characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

This story is rated R.

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Hermione
foundny sny sitting under a tree on the edge of the property, cleverly
concealed by a clump of thick shrubbery. Unfortunately for Ginny, Hermione
could always find her, no matter where she tried to hide. It was just another
facet to tond ond they shared.

Ginny
looked up as she approached, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Hermione sat
next to her, not touching her yet. Ginny was shaking with emotion, trying to
hold in the sobs. Hermione wanted to reach out to her and hold her, to comfort
her, but she needed to say this first.

“I’ve done
a lot of thinking, Ginny, and I’ve made my decision. You were right, you know.
I’ve been afraid to live, afraid to change, afraid to dream. I’ve been afraid
to let go of the past and grasp my future. You were right about everything.

So I’ve
decided. I love Ron. I do. He has always been my dream. I’ve always felt safe
knowing he was there for me, waiting for the opportune moment. He has been my
safety net all these years. I treasure him still, yet he doesn’t inspire in me
the kind of passion that you do.

It’s style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>you that understands me and makes me
feel. You are my passion. You possess my soul. You are my love and you always
will be.

I love you,
Ginny Wey. Iy. I will love you well if you’ll only give me the chance.”

Ginny’s
tears were flowing freely now, streaming down her face and soaking her shirt.
Hermione reached out one shaky hand to touch Ginny’s hair, brushing a stray
lock of it off her face. Hermione leaned forward and pressed her lips to
Ginny’s in a soft, hesitant kiss, feather-light and gentle. She could taste the
salt of her love’s tears on her lips, and her heart broke with the sorrow of
having caused them.

“I love
you,” Ginny whispered, her breath like a warm caress on Hermione’s face. Ginny
reached up and pulled Hermione into a dkisskiss- drinking her, filling her soul
with her lover’s sweetness. There was no healing more powerful than the love
she had fund in Hermione’s kiss.

They were
too wrapped up in each other to notice the snap of a twig and the soft
footsteps which heralded someone’s arrival at their private tryst. So there was
no warning before they heard a voice that cut through the happiness clouding
their senses.

“style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>What in bloody hell are you two doing?”

Ginny’s entire
body went rigid as she recognized her brother’s voice. She stood quickly,
nearly knocking Hermione over in the process. For her part, Hermione just sat
there in shock, staring up into Ron’s enraged face.

“style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Ginny? Hermione? What is going style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>on?” Ron looked furious, and Ginny
didn’t blame him. He’d just caught his girlfriend making out with his sister.
That had to come as a shock. The look ofrayarayal on his face, though, was hundoundoing. She didn’t want to hurt him. She’d never wanted to hurt him. She had to
make him understand somehow…

“Ron,
you’ve got to-“

I’ve style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>got to nothing! How long has
this been going on? And when were you
going to tell me about it?” Ron was
shouting at Hermione, whose face was white as death. Her eyes were huge as she
looked up at him, visibly shaking as she sat there. A hot flame of anger
ignited in Ginny as she watched Hermione take the brunt of Ron’s anger.

“This i
he
her fault, Ronald, so why don’t you
shout at me instead?”

“Don’t even
get me started on style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>you! You’re my sister! How could you do this
to me? We’re family!”

“I didn’t
do this to you, Ronald. Neither of us
did. We love each other.” Ginny
watched what she had said sink in, watched Ron’s anger slowly fade away to be
replaced with a heartbreaking sorrow. He looked at Hermione, his eyes shadowed
and dark. For a moment Ginny didn’t recognize her brother, as his turned his
head towards Hermione. For just that split second, he looked older than his
years, his face a study in defeat.

“You love
her?” he asked softly, his eyes locked on Hermione’s. She slowly nodded her
head.

“I do. I’m
so sorry, Ron,” she whispered.

He nodded
his head silently, turning away from them both. He began to walk away, but
paused when Hermione called out to him.

“Ron,
wait!” she said, pulling herself to her feet.

He didn’t
turn around or look back, but they both heard hiearlearly.

“Be happy,”
he said, his voice hoarse. And he walked away.