FIRE DANCING
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,224
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
FIRE DANCING
TITLE/S: Fire Dancing
PAIRING/S: Hermione/Ginny; references to Hermione/Harry and Ginny/Harry.
RATING/S: PG, if that.
WARNING/S: F/F fluff and shmoogles; hints of M/F; Drabble.
NOTE/S: Sort of a sequel to "Melting Snowflakes," done as a response to nabootheenigma’s request in the reviews of that fic.
DISCLAIMER/S: Do I look like I own Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and/or fire? (The answer, for those of you who might have been confused by my uncanny resemblance to JKR and/or one of the fire gods, is NO)… so the usual things apply.
FIRE DANCING
Cocooned in firelight, the glow clings to faces, to walls.
"I saw, you know. You and Harry." Ginny twists in the blanket-heat, hair snagging in one of Hermione’s buttons. "Ouch." Ginny’s hair always grabs Hermione’s clothes, gets into her breath, wraps their house in skeins of red gold.
A smile flickers in Hermione’s voice. "Hold still."
"I could cut it."
"There."
"Thanks." Ginny scoops her hair to the other side, rubs her nose against the warm skin on Hermione’s pulse.
Arms tighten around Ginny’s waist. "You tried it, too."
They burrow into a silent laugh, watch the fire dancing.
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PAIRING/S: Hermione/Ginny; references to Hermione/Harry and Ginny/Harry.
RATING/S: PG, if that.
WARNING/S: F/F fluff and shmoogles; hints of M/F; Drabble.
NOTE/S: Sort of a sequel to "Melting Snowflakes," done as a response to nabootheenigma’s request in the reviews of that fic.
DISCLAIMER/S: Do I look like I own Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and/or fire? (The answer, for those of you who might have been confused by my uncanny resemblance to JKR and/or one of the fire gods, is NO)… so the usual things apply.
FIRE DANCING
Cocooned in firelight, the glow clings to faces, to walls.
"I saw, you know. You and Harry." Ginny twists in the blanket-heat, hair snagging in one of Hermione’s buttons. "Ouch." Ginny’s hair always grabs Hermione’s clothes, gets into her breath, wraps their house in skeins of red gold.
A smile flickers in Hermione’s voice. "Hold still."
"I could cut it."
"There."
"Thanks." Ginny scoops her hair to the other side, rubs her nose against the warm skin on Hermione’s pulse.
Arms tighten around Ginny’s waist. "You tried it, too."
They burrow into a silent laugh, watch the fire dancing.
*