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Denying Chemistry



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Harry paced quietly across the living room of Ronald Weasley’s apartment. It was late afternoon(,) and the sun sent shadows crawling across the ground. He was waiting for Ron to get out of the bathroom so that he could talk to him about his engagement to Ginny. Harry was too excited to sit down and wouldn’t until he told someone his news. He’d been waiting years for this moment; this moment to tell someone he was finally going to marry Ginny.

He was sure Ron would be happy for him. Since he had gone through every heart ache possible to live through, he was sure Ron would give his blessing. He told Ron it was okay to date Cho, even after his relationship ended badly with her. Who was he to stand in the way of true love; even if that meant his best friend would be with his ex-girlfriend. Harry had even given Ron his permission - so to say - to date Hermione; he had to let him know it wouldn’t affect their relationship as friends.

There was sound of running water coming from the bathroom and then silence. Harry could suddenly hear Ron singing as he stepped out of the shower. He tried to stop himself from laughing. Ron was truly the worst singer in the world.

Ron stepped into the room, his towel hanging around his waist and his hair still dripping with water. He walked silently into the kitchen before doubling back to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Harry smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Ron smiled uncomfortable before hitching up his towel higher. Again, Harry laughed.

“Don’t look so uncomfortable. I’ve seen you naked at the Burrow and in the changing rooms at Hogwarts.”

“What are you doing here, Harry?”

“Why? Can’t a mate just drop in to say hi?”

“Yeah, but you never come over just to say hi.”

Ron smiled. He headed back into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. He threw Harry a drink and sat down. Harry continued his pacing, waiting for the right moment to tell Ron. Ron started to talk about Cho. About the way her hair curled and the way she teased Ron during dinner. Harry tried not to laugh at how love sick Ron was about Cho. “And even though she cheated on me; I’m still so in love with her.”

“Did you ever find out who she cheated on you with during Sixth Year?”

“No. I know it was a woman, but as to whom I’m not sure.”

Harry sprayed Firewhiskey all over Ron’s floorboards. “Cho was a lesbian? Boy, no wonder she never seemed all that interested in me.”

“No, you idiot. She was and probably forever will be into boys and girls. Sometimes you just can’t help it.”

Harry continued his pacing, and for the first time, Ron noticed Harry’s strange behaviour. He stared at his best friend; Harry never paced unless there was something big on his mind. Something he had to say before he sat down. Ron hoped it had nothing to do with his sister and a baby; he couldn’t handle his sister being pregnant at her age. He knew it had something to do with his sister; everything Harry did now-a-days ended with Ginny’s name.

More recently it was Harry wondering what he should get Ginny for her birthday. Before that, Harry came to tell him that Ginny thought she was pregnant. Ron had been thankful that his baby sister hadn’t been; he had been so close to hitting Harry. That night he had worn a hole into his carpet with his constant pacing. He had been angry at Ginny and had sent her letter telling her she was an idiot. When it came out she wasn’t pregnant, Ron had been relieved.

“What’s wrong mate?”

“Nothing.” Harry had tried to conceal his excitement.

“You know, I know you’re lying. Have you and Ginny had a fight?”

“No. I’m so happy Ron. Ginny has agreed to marry me.”

Ron tried to smile. It wasn’t as bad as a pregnancy, but it was still a shock. He loved Harry like a brother, but he hated the fact he was losing his little sister to another man. “Wh...what?”

He stood up and headed towards Harry. Harry tried to smile; Ron looked angry. Ron raised his right fist, and he hit Harry square in the nose; all his anger was centred behind the punch.

Harry staggered back against the fireplace, his nose stinging. His head hit some photo frames against the wall and glass cut into his skull. He could feel blood dripping down his face and head. Ron raised his arm again, but Harry pulled his wand out and shot Ron back into the couch, which toppled over against Ron’s weight. Harry raised his wand again; his face still covered with blood. Sparks shot out of his wand; a warning to Ron.

“Stay back, Ron.” Harry tried to whip off some of the blood.

“You’re marrying my baby sister. How am I supposed to act? She’s way too young.”

Harry lowered his wand slightly. “You’re meant to be happy for us.”

“I know; I just got protective again. I can’t help it. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for you and Ginny. Just don’t hurt her again, or I’ll hurt you.”

Harry offered his hand to Ron, who gratefully took it. “It’s alright.”

“Reparo!” The photo frames began to repair as Ron went out to get some ice. Neither of them knew a healing charm.

Ron called to Harry from the kitchen. “Do you need something to fix your head? I could call Cho; she’d be able to fix it.”

“Nah. Ginny will fix it tonight; after she’s killed you, of course. You know, she hates having an over protective brother. Well, brothers actually. I’m guessing you’re not the worst of the brothers; I have to face a jokester, a Minister assistant, a dragon wrestler, a half-werewolf, and not to mention Molly.”

“Yes, mum is pretty terrifying when she is organizing a wedding. Trust me; I have to go see her later today to decide where Aunt Muriel will be sleeping.”

Harry laughed. “Why does she need to talk to you about that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even live there; no one does.”



The memory played over and over again in Ginny’s mind, as she drunk her fifth shot of Firewhiskey. Her heart raced over time, as she felt the intense memory of kissing Hermione.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget the amazing feeling of having Hermione touch her... kiss her. She knew it was wrong to be feeling this way towards her best friend, but no matter how much she told herself that, she couldn’t forget.

As she downed down her sixth shot, she heard a knock at the door of her bedroom. She knew it wasn’t Harry because he had sent an owl to tell her he was having dinner at Ron’s. Her hands shook as she took another shot. The door opened slightly; a wave of light flooded into the room. A hand reached through the door to switch on the light.

Hermione stepped into the room. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw Ginny with a glass and Firewhiskey in her hand. Hermione walked quietly towards Ginny and took the glass away from her. “Oh Ginny.”

She pushed a piece of hair out of Ginny’s face.

Ginny hiccupped; her heart beating fast as she recognized Hermione. She noticed the low cut dress Hermione had on, which covered only a small bit of her thighs. She noticed Hermione’s newly straightened hair and her amazing torso. Ginny giggled at the thought of herself ripping off those clothes.

Hermione stared down at her friend. She could tell her friend was drinking away her sorrows, drinking away the pain that she had caused her friend. “Come on, we’re going dancing. Go pick out some clothes; I’ll start the shower for you.”

She helped Ginny into the bathroom before leaving to wait downstairs.

***


Hermione held Ginny’s hand as they walked through the snow to the Wizard Dance Club not far from Hermione’s place. Ginny was still a little drunk, but the sobering potion was starting to take effect on her. Hermione, too, felt a little light headed; those couple of drinks she had had before Ginny got out of the shower were a bit too much for the sensible, bushy haired woman.

Ginny knew Hermione was only holding her hand to stop her falling over, but it still made Ginny swell inside. She was walking beside a hot, single woman, whom she was starting to have feelings for. They both wore low cut dresses, Ginny’s perhaps a bit more revealing. Coats were worn over their clothes, but Ginny felt she didn’t need a coat. The air was chilly, but it didn’t mean anything to the two walking down the street.

Once they arrived outside the dance club, Hermione was able to get them in with a little persuasion. They soon discarded their coats at the door and joined the crowd before finding a table hidden from view. It was a small table, but it was large enough for the two. Only just. A white table cloth covered the surface of the table and a bottle of water was already there.

A waiter came up and took their drink orders; Hermione took a glass of white wine, while Ginny took something a bit heavier: Firewhiskey.

“I think you’ve had enough,” whispered Hermione.

“No one can ever have enough Firewhiskey,” joked Ginny, as she rubbed her leg against Hermione’s. Ginny was having fun already; she knew she was teasing Hermione.

Hermione squirmed a little. Before today, she had never thought of Ginny in a sexual way; at least not as much as this. The waiter returned with their drinks, which Ginny drank in a couple of seconds. Hermione noticed Ginny licking her lips. Ginny took Hermione’s olive and placed it between her parted lips; she knew it would tease her. Her leg brushed up against Hermione’s again; her hand squeezing her friend's.

“What do you want, Hermione?”

“Why?”

Ginny leaned across the table, her lips not far from Hermione’s ear. She licked it gently before whispering, “I want you.”

She placed her hand on the inside of Hermione’s thigh. Hermione, unintentionally, opened her legs a little for Ginny. Ginny rubbed it, while kissing her best friend’s neck. Hermione moaned quietly, opening her legs a little more to Ginny’s busy hand. “I want you too,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around the younger girl’s waist.

No one was interested in them, and they weren’t interest in anyone else either.

Suddenly, Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her towards the dance floor, where couples were already dancing. “Come dancing, ‘Mione,” Ginny pleaded, her eyes begging.

The atmosphere on the dance floor was intense. There were many couples and many groups swaying to the music, their feet keeping beat. With all the people dancing, Hermione and Ginny were forced to dance close to each other.

Ginny grabbed Hermione’s waist and swung her to the music. She placed her hands on the small of her back, making the older woman gasp. Ginny swung around so that Hermione’s hands were on her waist; she placed her hands on Hermione’s, the touch electrifying both. She rubbed her bottom against her front, both feeling turned on by the dancing and the music. “Ginny...”

Hermione turned Ginny around, so that their torsos rested against each other. Slowly, she brought her hand to Ginny’s thigh and rubbed it. Ginny smiled in response. Hermione kissed Ginny’s neck, lost in the moment. Ginny responded with a moan before grabbing Hermione’s hand and leading her out of the dance floor.

Hermione took them to her apartment. Ginny pushed Hermione up against the wall, kissing her neck. Hermione fumbled with the keys before finally letting them both in. Ginny hooked her legs around Hermione, who walked them both towards her bedroom. Ginny stopped suddenly and pulled away from Hermione. She stared into her eyes before attempting a smile.

“Hermione... I can’t.” She rested upon the bed, looking up into her friend’s eyes. Tears filled her eyes as an image of Harry popped into her head. Harry had his arm wrapped around her waist, while the other was on Ron’s shoulder, trying to stop him from falling over in his fits of laughter.

Ginny stared at her friend. Although she had taken the sobering potion, her head was still clouded. She took Hermione into her arms and kissed her upon the forehead. “I’m sorry, ‘Mione. I just can’t betray him like that. It just isn’t right; he’s the love of my life.”

“Ginny...”

“No it isn’t right.”

“If it isn’t right, then tell me this doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Hermione kissed Ginny tenderly on the lips. She was soft and tender, only using a small bit of force. Ginny shivered under Hermione’s touch. Slowly, she was pushed down onto the bed, their lips never parting. Hermione crawled on top of her, pulling her own dress over her head. As she discarded it onto the floor, she began to weave Ginny’s off of her body. Once that was discarded as well, she returned to Ginny’s lips. Her hand was rested on Ginny’s inner thigh, stroking it.

As if reason suddenly returned to Ginny, she rolled away from Hermione. Getting up quickly, she grabbed her clothes and headed for the door. “I’m sorry, ‘Mione. I have to leave. You... you don’t mean anything to me,” she stuttered out as she quickly fled the room.















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