Warning: Slash Feme
One-shot: I wish you luck
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Hermione & Ginny
The large room was dark and there was a small body curled on the floor. The room was fríay breathed a gloomy air. The most small Weasley was alone, the room was vacíay that was bothering him.
tears escaped from its two areas of honey. The redhead did not feel his heart beating, was only the darkness and metallic wet.
He had done it again. He again had chosen another girl before her. He remembered Hermione's advice and asked how they can be interesting enough for a boy like Harry Potter. Locked his red hair between her legs and began again to mourn.
Hermione was right after all, even when she hugged him and told him to try a little harder. Her friend was right, Would she be good enough for Hermione? Of course not.
had to come to perfection, almost as much as Hermione. I had to laugh with subtlety and have a deep look. I had to turn the color of your hair and ruin the eye color. It had to be like her friend Hermy.
heard the door open. A gust of fresh air, accompanied by a faint ray of light, slipped along with the small frame. Heard then how the door closed.
- Ginny, precious What has happened? - Hermione whispered softly, thoughts and invading privacy. Ginny was startled.
Hermione Would the ideal girl for Harry?
Ginny rose from the ground and shadows began to search the room Hermione.
- Harry muttered Ginny is trying to focus his sight.
- Again "whispered Hermione on the back of the redhead.
- Yes, "as he began to feel Hermione's arms wrapped around her naked body.
- Do not think of giving up, right? - Asked Hermione from the embrace, Ginny's ear, created a stir at her friend no caste.
- Yes, I am worthless Hermy, Ginny replied as tears began to flow from his eyes, soaking his uniform of Hermione.
- If vouchers dear, do not say such things, "said Hermione as she ran her hand through the soft hair of the redhead.
"That what you say because you are my friend, and because you're perfect," claimed while spreading chestnut frustrated.
- I'm not perfect for everyone, "Hermione murmured with mock arrogance. Seeing that he would not answer any more, pulled out his wand and opened the heavy drapes obscuring the room.
was when Hermione was able to observe the state of her friend's eyes were haggard and red at the edges, as if they had been rubbing desperate. Only wearing a bra and tiny panties, it was then assumed that he had finished dressing.
Ginny Ginny was not so small imperfect as it was believed. Hermione watched with morbid fascination the body of his friend, feeling a strange warmth settling under your stomach. He looked away feeling warm and stained his face crimson.
- Hermione, Ginny called, causing it to look at him again, really do not need your pity, "said as he turned.
of nowhere the girl was back to her, what would everything?
Hermione approached, always with patience and grace as the way women. Touched Ginny's shoulder, causing it to give back. The touch of her skin was strangely different, as if this time really blows.
- Do not feel pity or compassion, are feeling ridiculous "She spoke slowly, showing his annoyance and empathy while" I just wanted to wish you luck for your party but I have said you were sad and so I'm now here: because you are important, said as he stroked his index finger on her friend's profile.
- I had forgotten the game, "agreed Ginny felt a tingling through which pass the hand of Hermione.
- You will notice you Harry, Hermione encouraged as he approached a little use whatever Ginny.
- Anyway, I just want to be something for everyone ... - Ginny said recalling that whenever the price of beauty would be that all mirasen not really, they played with it and treat it like a dirt.
- You're something much more to me ... "he admitted while his hands rested on the shoulders of Ginny. Nudity, if so, was a catastrophic event for the nerves of Ginny.
closed his eyes to hear those words from her best friend. Being rejected by men like a simple toy that corresponded men his love for a simple physical attraction you stank the soul. But she knew that Hermione was different, that she was not looking appearance of the wrist, but he looked his true thoughts and attitudes.
really do not need to be matched by a man who paid no attention to her, she really wanted to be reciprocated in heart heart. And to hear the words of Hermione realized that love really did not care if it was a love beyond the physical. Miró
Hermione's eyes and saw those two bright stars leave, pass it unique. Smiled then while her body closer to Hermione. He smiled as he felt the cold lips of his friend touching hers.
Ginny placed her hand on the face of the young immaculate and closed his eyes upon contact. Stroked her friend's tiny lips gently and only slowly. Hermione cooed mouth until it opened its concavity to the world.
The first touch of their soft tongues got a fine tremor of their bodies, erect the hairs on his arms and wetting his most secret folds. Hermione placed his little hands under the bra Ginny and their thumbs began to walk in circles that most virgin skin.
Ginny's hands began to slip through Hermione's clothes, slowly removing all unnecessary items around Hermione. Soon the friction between the bodies was absolutely full, skin on skin feeling. Cold hands undid the clip hermione Ginny and their mouths were not separated at all.
Ginny, pulling her own bra and pulling the same lot where they were all other brands, started down Hermione leather, leaving a moist sweet way to small breasts teen torture enjoying the taste of pink nipples and sucking each of the groans of dream partner.
The depth of the strokes was absolutely necessary: a non-physical affection necessarily go after a while, a pleasant and complete love through their bodies. It's intangible fleeting affection takes the form of pleasure, strange but true.
separate mouths, hands caressing and leave the bodies stop shaking. The words and feelings were those exposed and gently on the counter of the righteous. The bodies of two were together, naked and dirty.
How much time had elapsed? Years? "Months? "Weeks? Days? "Hours?
Hermione opened her eyes, blink a few times getting used to the light and the effect of your lashes stroking his cheek no more to illuminate. Look at Ginny, sleeping hugging her and thinks about the party he did not show Ginny What are the consequences?
She had entered the room with the clear intention to encourage Ginny and wish him luck for the match, was what Harry had given him explicitly.
She wanted to wish luck to Harry, as usual cheer. And it really gave him luck and happiness.
Would, after all, Ginny Hermione what was not?
Hermione wondered if it really was perfect enough for her red hair. Sure it was. Then wondered what would happen to Ginny then, and found that everything was a matter of chance.
Luck.
Yes, luck was what she needed to Ginny.
Luck, yes, that was what I needed Ginny with Harry. Need
; just that.
