Unleashed Desire

Hermione lay in her bed, restless. She tossed and turned, finding every position impossible to be comfortable in. She tried reading, yet that did nothing but interest her even more. She attempted to count sheep, though that tactic has never worked for her. Finally she reached the realization that she could not fall asleep no matter what she tried.

She got out of bed and walked to her window, where the moonlight poured through, creating a small sliver of light in her black room. The sky was beautiful tonight, with a navy blue color sprinkled with miniscule gold stars, the moon was more enormous than she had ever seen. The lake was visible from her dorm window, where it laid dormant bellow the night-infested sky and twinkled with the stars reflections.

Though, something moved through the night. She allowed her eyes to follow the thing that moved, and she found it was a student, the student whom had visited her last night to be exact. The cloaked student crept about the night, surreptitiously, attempting not to be seen.

Hermione had to know the identity of this anonymous person, whom she had shared a kiss with the previous night. She redressed into some robes that were easy to throw on, and she made her way out of the dorm, hoping not to be seen.

When Hermione exited the Gryffindor house without being spotted by any teacher or prefect, she immediately began to make a silent run to for the door leading to the campus grounds. She dashed down several flights of stairs, ran through two small passageways, and finally she reached the door which led to the outside.

She stepped into the midnight air, which was crisp and refreshing. There was a tranquil feeling swarming the night atmosphere. Hermione grinned to herself, she loved the night.

She crept along the lawn, as she had seen the mystery student do, attempting to wander the identical path. She crouched along side the bushes, and silently crawled. When she heard the crinkling of branches or leaves, she stood still, listening to see if anyone was coming her way. Though the noises never were anyone she had to fear, at times being just her paranoid mind.

She came to where the lake was in clear sight, and there along the shore sat the person whom she was searching for.

She made a fast run down the lawn towards where the student sat. When she was near enough to clearly see them she found that the person's back was turned from her. They appeared to be splashing the water about with their hands, pushing the water every which way it could travel in a short distance.

She decided this would possibly be the best chance to remove the hood of the unidentified student. She reached her tiny hands out as far as they possibly could extend. She slowly, silently stepped closer towards the individual. Her left hand reached out over the hood, yet before she could land her fingers upon the hood, the student's small pale hand grasped hers firmly.

The hood shook its head disapprovingly.

Hermione screamed at the moist touch of the hand.

The person turned around, yet the face was still shadowed from sight. The student raised its finger to its hidden face beneath the hood, to display its desire for silence.

"Who are you?" Hermione begged, ignoring its demand.

The hand that gripped her, released her wrist.

"Hermione, you should know," it whispered so low that neither the identity nor gender could be established.

"I-I don't."

"I gave you three clues the previous night," the voice remained in a raspy whisper.

"Three?" Hermione began to think. "Well, one you are in Gryffindor."

"Correct."

"Two, is...um... the hair, your red hair."

"Yes."

"But there are several red headed people in Gryffindor!"

"Come on Hermione; think how many red heads do you know?"

"Well the Weasleys..."

"Yes."

"You're a Weasley? But which one? They're all in Gryffindor."

"Think of the third clue."

"Third? There were only two! There was no third."

"This was the most obvious one, Hermione, think."

"The-the, um, I don't know! The...um...er...oh! The note!"

"Yes."

"What about it? How does that help me?"

"Do you remember it?

"Yes, it helped me find out about Draco and Harry! So, how does that help?"

The figure released a large sigh. "Must I spell it out for you?"

"Um..."

"The handwriting!" the voice hissed.

"Oh, it was in caps... and ... um...neat and bubbly!"

"Right!" screeched the voice, remaining in a whisper. "Now who has bubbly handwriting?"

"Um..."

"Come on! I thought you were a genius or something?!"

"I am thank you!"

"Well, then think! Use your brain! WHO HAS NEAT AND BUBBLY HANDWRITING?!" the voice struggled to remain in an anonymous whisper.

"Um..."

"THINK!"

"Girls...?"

"YES!"

"Oh, so you're a Weasley who's a girl... um... I still don't know..."

"I thought you were intelligent! Even Ron would know by now!" Screamed a girl's voice.

Two tiny pale hands appeared from beneath the Gryffindor robes. They grasped the hood which shielded her face; and in one clean swoop, her read hair, blinking eyes and exasperated, yet pretty, face was revealed to Hermione. She gazed upon Hermione with a soft expression she had never had before.

"Ginny!" Hermione was shocked.

The blinding light shot out from the lake and surrounded Hermione, once more. Growing tolerant to the light, however, she found it unnecessary to shield her eyes. Ginny's lovely wide grin was the last she saw.

Ironically enough, the first object peered on by Hermione as she awoke was that very same grin. Her eyes immediately wandered northward to find a set of ocean-blue, large eyes gazing into her, with the gentle look as they had before.

How strange, to dream of someone, Hermione thought, and to awake with them lovingly watching you the equivalent as the dream.

"Hello, Hermione," she soothingly whispered.

"Ginny?" Her head tilted.

"Yes," she gently whispered as her hand snaked down to Hermione's thigh, which was protected by a thin layer of blankets. Once the hand reached its destination it began to rub the thigh, tenderly of course.

"Oh, Ginny," Hermione's voice shuddered from the pleasure.

This must be the real thing, she remained to think, this must be love.

It was odd to consider Ginny as one she would love, she had never thought of her with much attraction before, yet she had never truly gazed upon her. Now that she saw into her never-ending eyes, and experienced her caress Hermione was amazed that this feeling towards her had ever gone unnoticed. And as she continued to reflect, the love, it was so benevolently there: the dreams, the feeling now, and of course how her touch felt so incredibly right.

Hermione's coffee eyes met with Ginny's. She felt a sensation overtake her heart, as she gazed into Ginny's loving eyes. How amazing the feeling was.

Hermione attempted to speak, opening her mouth, yet no words could be formed. There was no need for words, there was an unspoken understanding.

Hermione's slender arm extended itself to meet with the back of Ginny's head; she entangled her fingers with locks of crimson hair, and pulled the petite girl into her lips. Where the two delighted in each others warm, moist mouths, in which they would remain for the duration of the evening.

Finis.