(A/n: It seems I have come out of my rut! But… unfortunately for you I am heading to Florida for vacation… and this will probably be the only update for the next month or so. Kthxbai.)

DISCLAMER: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or imaginary places. They are owned and created by J.K. Rowling, published by Scholastic Books Inc, Bloomsbury Books Inc, Raincoat Books Inc, Warner Brothers Inc, and others. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

WARNINGS: femmeslash, war-time

Chapter Six

(Hermione POV)

I've never seen her so happy, at least not during the war. Every time she comes here she curls up on my couch and grins. My post has become somewhat of a home. That kind of scares me. The attachment. We're not supposed to get attached to things. I can't help but sigh. We aren't supposed to get attached to people. There's a problem here. I'm attached to her, she's attached to me, and this is our home.

The buzzer. She's here. I grin widely. My beloved Ginny has come home. I watch her walk in the door. She puts her coat on the chair and unties her boots. After that she looks up at me coyly and smiles.

"Hi 'Mione," she says and waggles her digits at me.

"Well, that isn't much of a hello," I pull her close and kiss her hard. I can feel the familiar goose-bumps spreading all over my body.

She lifts me up; I can fee her arms tense for an instant as she does so, and she carries me into the bedroom. She's given up on the silly "let me put the kettle on" routine. Yes it is awfully cute, but tonight isn't a night for those sorts of games. I want her. All of her. With no time to waste. She knows it. I'll bet she can smell it too.

She likes to taunt me. She kisses me neck tenderly, nibbling from time to time; sucking on the tender flesh until she's made her mark, and made me moan with pleasure. She also leans in, to kiss me, and the moment our lips meet, she pulls away. It simply drives me mad, because I don't realize it's a game after a few times. Finally I get frustrated and pull her lips onto mine. She smiles against my kiss, giggling a little.

At this point I've had enough. "Clothes off," I order. Her fingers fly down the buttons of her black button up. Growing impatient, I help by pulling the shirt apart, sending some buttons airborne. She fumbles with her belt. She's nervous about something.

"What's wrong?" I ask, slightly exasperated.

(Ginny POV)

What's wrong? What's wrong! I'm leaving, Hermione. You know this. I'm being transferred to Paris. I'm not supposed to leave the country of France, unless told otherwise. The chances of seeing you are so low that there's no point in trying to find the percentage. The percentage may as well be zero. Who knows if I'll ever see you again, and you're asking me what's wrong?

She looks at me expectantly. What does she want me to say?

"Nothing," I whisper and unzip my pants. She pulls them down and I step out of them. I sigh and walk past her, and sit on the bed. She undresses, pulling off the minimal clothing she had to start with; a black tank top and skirt, nothing else. She's beautiful. I trace her body and I reach out to touch it. This may be the last time I ever feel her soft skin beneath the pads of my fingers. I refuse to waste this exquisite moment.

I lean back and you are on top of me. We kiss, and this time it isn't as feverish. You know and I know that this could be it. It must be cherished. It's soft yet intense. I rake my fingernails down your back, in hopes of eliciting some sort of audible response. Somehow or another I'm on top of you, my thigh pressed against you, heartbeats accelerating. Moving aside, I reach down and touch you. Your face contorted with pleasure is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, your mouth making an 'o' and your eyes shut tight.

(Hermione POV)

I know Gin, you're leaving. I just don't want to think about it. I want you to leave here, knowing, that I love you and always will. I want you leaving with the most elated feeling in the world. I love you Ginny and I need you to know it. No point in talking now. Not with your hand between my thighs and that feeling that's pooling inside me. The pressure is building up so fast. It takes all of my energy not to curse when you thrust inside of me. The feeling is so amazing; the feeling of momentarily being part of the same entity as you. I shut my eyes tighter as my muscles begin to twitch and contract to their own accord. That pooling pressure is at the threshold. And finally the dam breaks, releasing the energy. I cry out and you pull me close, whispering lovely things to me.

(Ginny POV)

You waste no time in going in for the kill. You toy with my breasts only for a moment; kissing, caressing, and licking. You delight in the way I squirm beneath your tongue. Your finger tips trail lazily down my body. I shudder and writhe. You know what I want. You can tell when you run your fingers over the dampened flesh. I squeak and whine, just enough for you to touch me. Jolts of pleasure course their way through my body. They start from where you're touching and spread to my fingertips and toes. Suddenly the feeling hits me on the top of the head and my body is no longer in the bed. It's not anywhere, but with you.

It's dark when I float back down. "That was wonderful," I mumble. We entangle ourselves with one another. It never ceases to amaze me how lovely her body fits with mine.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispers.

I nod. "I'm going to miss you too. You have no idea how much." I quietly begin to cry. At first it's just the heavy breathing and a few tears. The next thing I know I'm full snotting all over her hair. I apologize.

"It's okay," she whispers and sniffles a little, "we're going to be okay." It seems like she is trying to reassure herself as well as me at the same time. In truth neither of us knows, and neither of us is reassured.

(Hermione POV)

"I love you Hermione," she says, with another sob.

I let out a strangled noise too, "I-I- love you too."

She's shaking. I hold her tight, rubbing her back gently. I don't want this to be the last time I hold her. I'm not entirely sure if she's even coming back, whether it be alive or in a box. Frankly, I don't know which thought I'm more afraid of. If she dies, I'll be crushed. If she comes back alive, I'm afraid I'll go into a state of complete bliss and never look back. Holy Gods and Goddesses, I'm in love with Ginny Weasley.

I feel her back tense and flex as she props herself up off the bed. She wipes her face of the tears and leans in to kiss the ones falling down mine. "This won't be permanent, I promise. I am coming back."

I hope so.

(Ginny POV)

As the sun rises I gather my clothes from the floor and slowly dress. She watches me from the bed. She's propped up on her arm, with a small smile playing at her lips.

"Goddamn, Gin, I'm going to miss that sexy body of yours holding me at night."

I smile and laugh a little, while I pull up my pants. Next comes my shirt. Damn. It's missing a few buttons. This makes her giggle girlishly. She likes to ignore what's happening until the last minute. I pull on my boots and, on cue, her face turns somber. I find a spot to sit on the bed next to her.

"Hermione, I love you so much. But now I have to go. I'll be fine, if you are."

"Oh, I love you so much, Ginny!" She reaches up and hugs me tight. I hug her back while she tries to swallow her tears.

Slowly I stand. "Goodbye," I whisper. I look back one last time and I shut the door. Now I'm off to fly to Paris and possibly my demise; towards the rising sun.

Fin

(A/n: Kind of anti-climactic, huh? Oh well. I had fun while it lasted, but it just needed to end. PWP's don't really do it for me, unless it's a one-shot… and I totally let this one go long enough. Well, I hope you liked it. If you did not, don't worry about it because I didn't like it either.)

Until next time,

Jezebel Malice

March 30, 2005, 12:34am