Feel For You

A/N: I regret to say that I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form, nor do I own the song Feel For You by Nightwish.

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She'd had so many chances to go. To turn back. To forget.

And she'd taken them.

Until now.

But today she wouldn't run away. She couldn't.

Her hand was on the doorknob and she felt as if she were frozen in time. She felt a hot lump rise in her throat at the thought of leaving. Why should she go when her whole being longed to stay, begged her to stay?

Maybe it was fear that pressed her to go. Fear of what could come of this. Fear that it wouldn't be what she wanted it so badly to be. And fear that it would.

But she made her choice. Her hand was on the knob, but instead of turning it, her fingers deftly twisted the lock. She turned quickly and pressed her back to it, as if afraid it would suddenly swing open and betray her to anyone who passed. Of course, it was silly. It was late at night and nobody was roaming the corridors at this hour. She flattened herself against the door and cast her brown eyes expectantly on the curly-haired girl sitting unassumingly on the bed.

Hermione sat and looked up at her, chewing her lip as she twisted a lock of brown hair around her finger. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them would have known what to say. They hadn't the words to express what was in their heads, what was swelling heavily in their chests. They couldn't communicate what they were feeling, but somehow they both knew. They knew and understood.

You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent

Ginny stayed very still as Hermione slowly rose to her feet. She moved with a grace that only Ginny saw, that only Ginny would ever know. This time, this moment, was only for the two of them. Nobody would ever know. Ginny would never tell. And Hermione would never have the opportunity. They were only inches apart now, and when their lips met gently they were moving purely on instinct. And all instinct is innocent, isn't it? Ginny was no longer terrified; she knew now she wouldn't regret it. No, she'd cherish this.

Their contact was ever so light, they were just barely touching fingertips. After a moment, Hermione took the redhead's hands in hers and stepped backwards, pulling her lover back into the room. Snow was falling outside. The room was ever so slightly cold, but their bodies blazed with longing. Slowly, their clothing fell in a tangled pile on the floor – skirts, sweaters, undergarments. Hermione unsnapped Ginny's bra from the front and let it slide down her shoulders. Ginny could tell by the other girl's breathing that this was new and wonderful to her, too.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise when she felt Ginny's clever fingers reach around her back and unhook her flowered bra in one swift movement. Shaking the garment free, she cast it to the floor while the younger girl swatted her white one off of the pretty bedclothes. Their lips found each other again, this time with more urgency. Ginny parted her lips to allow Hermione to enter her mouth. Their rough tongues rubbed each other slowly, relishing the feeling and taste. Ginny's fingers traced one of Hermione's ribs and then brought the hand up to cup her breast, so much heavier and fuller than Ginny's 34 B's. She flicked her thumb across the nipple and loved the way her partner shuddered ever so slightly at the feeling. She drew the hand away and wrapped her arm around Hermione's waist, fingers tracing feathery patterns on her hipbone.

They felt their breasts pressing together as their kiss grew deeper. Hermione slowly leaned back, drawing Ginny down to her. Her hands reached up into that thick red hair and pulled out the elastic band that tied it back. Ginny's fiery locks fell to her shoulders like autumn leaves.

I'm the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I'm the breath on your hair
The endless nightmare, devil's lair

Hermione smiled sensually as Ginny rose up to look at her. Later Ginny would hate herself for not taking the time to memorize that smile. That soft face. The way the thick brown curls spilled on the red bedspread. If only she had known then that their time together would be so short. At the time, it had felt like the beginning of something eternal. A new kind of magic that could never be broken. Something dark and mysterious and warm.

If only she'd known...

Only so many times
I can say I long for you
The lily among the thorns
The prey among the wolves

Ginny's mouth lowered to suck gently on Hermione's nipple. The older girl moaned and tossed her head. Ginny smiled, which in turn made Hermione moan again. Ginny sucked and licked, laving the hardened bud with her tongue and grazing it with her teeth. Hermione's arms wrapped around her, hands tracing delicate curlicues on her back. Ginny's knickers were soaking. Her small hands traveled down Hermione's curves while she moved her mouth onto the other nipple.

Ginny's wandering hands divested Hermione of her cotton underwear, her excitement growing as she realized her lover was as wet as she was. Her lips abandoned Hermione's nipple and darted up to her mouth for a quick kiss before she pulled away and moved down to explore between Hermione's legs. At first she just sat and stared in awe, until Hermione tugged on her hand and guided it to her inner thigh. Ginny softly caressed the smooth white skin there for a moment before recovering her boldness and moving that hand up to play with the thick brown curls at the apex of Hermione's thighs. Hermione ground her hips down when Ginny slid her hand over her slick womanhood.

Someday, I will feed a snake
Drink her venom, stay awake
With time all pain will fade
Through your memory I will wade

Hermione cried out as Ginny found the sensitive little button of flesh just above her opening. She put her thumb on it and gave it a few swift strokes, making Hermione squirm and cry out again, tangling her hands in the sheets. Ginny began to rub her thumb in circles around Hermione's clit while she slowly slipped a finger inside her vagina. Hermione's breath caught and she arched her back gloriously, grinding herself down onto Ginny's fingers. The redhead pushed another finger inside, moving her thumb faster as she touched Hermione in ways that nobody else would ever touch her. Hermione moved her hips in rhythm with Ginny's fingers, and Ginny felt her pussy start to tighten, preparing for orgasm. She moved faster, until finally Hermione came with a scream. Ginny pulled her hand away and looked down at her. This was how she'd always remember her – sprawled elegantly, skin flushed with sweat, seeming almost to glow as she came down from her orgasm. So beautiful.

If only Ginny had known that in less than a day Hermione would be found halfway down a disused staircase, her body broken and her pretty neck snapped.

Barely cold in her grave
Barely warm in my bed
Settling for a draw tonight
Puppet girl, your strings are mine

Harry and Ron would never understand why Ginny was so overcome with grief. Why she cried until her eyes were red and raw. Dear thick things, they didn't know.

Hermione smiled up at her and took her by the hands. She leaned up and captured Ginny's lips in a kiss before she moved out from under her and allowed Ginny to lower herself down onto the pillows. When Hermione's hands pulled away Ginny grabbed them and put them on her breasts, wanting to be touched. Hermione kneaded the soft, pale flesh gently and tweaked her nipples a little less gently. Ginny squirmed deliciously. She didn't know why it was that they were doing this but everything felt so good, so right, as if it were preordained that this should be. They belonged to each other tonight.

Barely cold in her grave
Barely warm in my bed
Settling for a draw tonight
Puppet girl, your strings are mine

Ginny moaned her wanting as Hermione dragged her hands down her slender body, catching her blue knickers and pulling them down so that Ginny could kick them away. Ginny was confused when Hermione's lowered her head between her legs, but then she gasped and threw her head back when she felt the tip of Hermione's tongue slowly lick its way all the way around her entrance.

“Oh, god, Hermione,” Ginny whispered. She could feel her partner smile into her labia and it was all she could do to keep from screaming and pushing her hips against Hermione's face. The tip of her tongue twirled around Ginny's clit, which was quickly swelling with blood and changing positions in response to Hermione's ministrations. Her mouth was so clever; it always seemed to know what Ginny wanted. Her rough tongue pushed inside, and Ginny let out a ragged gasp. It seemed as if there were a place deep inside that Hermione's tongue had almost reached. “Deeper,” she gasped. Hermione complied, her tongue ravishing a spot on her inner walls that made Ginny shudder and moan. Hermione licked and suckled and explored her until Ginny felt as if she couldn't stand it any more. She moaned and tangled her hands in Hermione's thick hair, her hips bucking insistently. Hermione understood and she moved a finger up to rub Ginny's clit, faster and faster as Ginny felt herself getting closer and closer. Her whole body clenched and her hips were lifted up off of the bed – finally she got her release, waves of pleasure ripping through her.

This one is for you, for you
Only for you
Just give in to it, never think again
I feel for you

Ginny would have other loves. Other lovers. But she would never again feel the thousand things she felt that night, that cold winter night in Hermione's room.

“Can I...” Ginny began, gasping. “Can I do that to you?” She didn't know why she felt shy suddenly, but a blush coloured her cheeks as she asked. Hermione nodded and they traded places again.

This one is for you, for you
Only for you
Just give in to it, never think again
I feel for you

Ginny gripped Hermione's hips as she went down on her, her tongue moving tentatively at first but soon growing more generous. Hermione tossed her head and tangled her fingers in her own hair. Ginny loved the way she chanted her name as her pleasure grew, and she loved knowing that she had caused it. Tonight Hermione was hers and only hers, not hers and her brother's, or hers and Harry's.

When Ginny found out about Hermione's fate her wailing would be heard all the way through the castle. She'd cry hot, bitter tears that they'd had so little time, and sweet tears in gratitude for that one night they did spend together. She'd see happiness again. She'd grow up. She'd grow cynical. But Hermione would stay frozen in time, never growing old, never changing. She'd always be as she was that night: innocent. A good girl. Not a virgin, but still a good girl. She'd not be jaded by the woes of the world. And for that Ginny would continue to love her, even long after she was gone.

This one is for you, for you
Only for you
Just give in to it, never think again
I feel for you

Hermione finally succumbed to the pleasures of Ginny's tongue, moaning and bucking. “Don't stop,” Hermione insisted. Ginny licked away all of the juices that flowed from Hermione's pussy, bringing her to her climax twice, three times. Finally Ginny pulled away, licking her lips. She wiped her mouth delicately and looked down at Hermione, who was still lost in the afterglow. Ginny sighed and looked around for her clothes.

“Wait.” Hermione's whisper was so soft that Ginny barely heard it, but she felt the other girl's hand reach out to touch hers. “Stay.” Ginny turned slowly, as if afraid it was only her own imagination. But it was real. Hermione stretched out her arms to her. “Stay with me.”

This one is for you, for you


Only for you...

Ginny crawled back across the bed into Hermione's arms, allowing herself to be held. Hermione pulled the blankets over them and lay still, smiling, her warm brown eyes locked on Ginny's.

Ginny closed her eyes with a contented sigh and snuggled close, enjoying the simple closeness and Hermione's warm breath on her ear.

If only she'd known. Gods, if only she had known.


Just give in to it, never think again
I feel for you.