Sex and Cigarettes
Author: Tasha Miller
E-mail: tashamiller2k@angelfire.com
Website: http://www.hermioneginny.homestead.com and http://www.thescribesguild.homestead.com
Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other characters these belong to J.K Rowling … all I own is my twisted little plot.
Spoilers: none
Summary: a short fic from Hermione’s pov about her Ginny. Set in Hermione’s 7th year.
Ginny walks towards me, her denim clad hips sway slightly her hands are firmly planted in her leather jacket. She wears her favourite shirt, a white one with fuck off written in black letters. This is my Ginny, my rebel and almost my poler opposite. I’m lucky I get to date Ginny Weasley, Harry dated Ron’s sister in our 5th year, dresses and pop music and smelling of strawberries. I have Ginny, leather, rock and smelling of Sex and Cigarettes. I watch as her firm athletic body stops in front of me and she leans forward and kisses me with so much passion and I can taste cigarettes and mint. She pulls me close and I can faintly smell strawberries, she still uses the same shampoo. Ron still sees his innocent little sister, as do Fred, George and Percy. Charlie knows about me and her, he’s her confidante, he understands, having a boyfriend himself, and Bill, well Bill encouraged her to get the tongue ring they stay up late and talk about fast brooms and cars while drinking beer.
“I want you now” She whispers huskily in me ear and I shiver and the raw desire in her voice. She gently propels me to the bed and lays me down before pulling off her jacked and straddling me. She’s gourgess, her flaming red hair falls loose around her shoulders, the tips dyed jet black.
“I love you so much baby” She mumbled as she kisses my earlobe, just the way she knows I like it. Her hands are wandering, one is under my shirt now making a slow trail upwards until it reached my breast
“I love you too” I whisper as I bring her lips to mine and savour her taste.
She lights up, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns across my skin and I wonder how anyone could love her smelling of strawberries when so much I love about her is the smell of sex and cigarettes.
The End