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edenfalling) wrote2004-10-12 03:18 pm
edenfalling) wrote2004-10-12 03:18 pm
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[Fic] "See What's In Front of You"-- Harry Potter
Observe my, like, amazing writing skills.
In other words, my brain is currently stuck on Ginny/Hermione, courtesy of Lasair and her evil plot bunnies and my tendency to go off on weird thought tangents. Oh, and we also have hints of H/Hr and H/G. And maybe H/Hr/G. Or something like that. I don't know. No sex, but apparently strange things happen to my mind when I'm trying to write threesome sex scenes -- it causes other potential threesomes, like this one, to pop up and demand brain space. *Liz frowns disapprovingly at the line of plot bunnies waiting outside her door*
Oh, and it's in present tense. Just because. (The story is also up here on FA and here on ff.net.)
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See What's In Front of You
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Two girls stumble into the dormitory, hand in hand, and collapse onto a bed in fits of laughter.
"I can't believe he bought that excuse!" Ginny pants between gusts of giggles, dragging herself upright. She knows her brothers are willfully blind to large parts of her life, but this was even more ridiculous than usual.
Hermione shakes her head. "Honestly, checking to see if I had a Billywig sting behind my ear? With your tongue? Where do you come up with these things?"
"Practice. A lot of practice. You try living with the twins and see if you don't learn how to lie." Ginny leans over and gathers Hermione's hair in her hands, running her fingers through the bushy, crinkled strands. Hermione leans back, letting Ginny's fingertips massage her scalp. Ginny has practiced this over the past month and knows which spots to press, and how hard, to make Hermione melt.
"It wasn't a very good lie," Hermione says.
Ginny shrugs, wiggling forward on Hermione's bed until she can wrap her legs around the other girl and tug Hermione's head back to rest on her shoulder. She looks down into Hermione's upturned face.
"It's Ron," Ginny says. "He doesn't want to know the truth, and he's so dense we could strip and have wild, passionate sex in front of him and he'd still think it was either a hallucination or some plot by Malfoy."
Hermione giggles wildly. "Oh God, can you imagine his face?"
"Yeah." Ginny smiles as Hermione starts rubbing her hands up and down Ginny's legs, letting her fingers drift up under her skirt. "I wonder what Harry would say if he were there?"
Hermione gets the thoughtful pout and the tiny frown line between her eyes that Ginny adores. She used to love Harry's serious expressions, the way his green eyes narrowed in worry or anger or determination, but she thinks Hermione's figuring-things-out expression is even better.
Because Hermione tries to solve problems before they grow into crises. Hermione noticed that Ginny had stopped pretending to chase Dean Thomas and was sending her meaningful looks this summer. And Hermione tries to figure out how to make Ginny happy, instead of just saving her almost-too-late from evil diaries, dragging her off to rescue people who don't actually need rescuing, and forgetting that she exists most of the time.
"Maybe we should try it in front of Harry," Hermione says, slowly. "Not stripping, but a kiss -- a serious kiss. If nothing else, it might knock him out of his moping..."
Ginny knows that trailing silence. There's something on the end of that sentence, something Hermione isn't sure Ginny will want to hear.
"And what's the best-case scenario?" she asks, hands still untangling Hermione's hair, to show that she's willing to listen.
"He might let us... cheer him up... together."
Ginny considers this, hands slowing. Kiss in front of the boys and drag their relationship into the open. Shock Ron into realizing that she's fifteen now and can make her own choices in life. Shock Harry out of his self-imposed gloom. Keep bringing out Hermione's wicked streak, even though her -- her girlfriend -- still has to wrap her more mischievous impulses inside her mother-hen streak to justify them to herself.
"Eh," Ginny says, bending down to kiss Hermione's forehead, "why not? It could be fun."
After all, she tries to make Hermione happy too. And she does still love Harry's eyes.
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Inspired by the 10/11/04![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets word #76: oblivious
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This was a good day!
Went to Kelly today (the temp agency, that is), and am going back tomorrow morning to finish my application and take some basic skills tests. However, I'm already signed up for a one-day catering job on Thursday. Go me! Actual honest to god income!
I so rock. Granted it took me a month to work up the nerve to walk in and ask for jobs -- temp agencies scare me, since I have no classically marketable skills -- but I got there.
I also discovered that I had $500 more in one of my checking accounts than I thought I did, since I apparently was smart and transfered money into there out of my NJ savings account. Cool. This gives me a bit more of a cushion than I thought I had.
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The local university squirrels are something else. I stopped to throw a tissue into a trashcan, and a squirrel was perched not two feet away on the neighboring recycling bin, eating the tail end of somebody's cheese burrito. It didn't even twitch as I approached, just kept eating and gave me a disdainful sort of look.
It did jump away when a dog wandered by.
I guess dogs are more reliable as enemies than people.
In other words, my brain is currently stuck on Ginny/Hermione, courtesy of Lasair and her evil plot bunnies and my tendency to go off on weird thought tangents. Oh, and we also have hints of H/Hr and H/G. And maybe H/Hr/G. Or something like that. I don't know. No sex, but apparently strange things happen to my mind when I'm trying to write threesome sex scenes -- it causes other potential threesomes, like this one, to pop up and demand brain space. *Liz frowns disapprovingly at the line of plot bunnies waiting outside her door*
Oh, and it's in present tense. Just because. (The story is also up here on FA and here on ff.net.)
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See What's In Front of You
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Two girls stumble into the dormitory, hand in hand, and collapse onto a bed in fits of laughter.
"I can't believe he bought that excuse!" Ginny pants between gusts of giggles, dragging herself upright. She knows her brothers are willfully blind to large parts of her life, but this was even more ridiculous than usual.
Hermione shakes her head. "Honestly, checking to see if I had a Billywig sting behind my ear? With your tongue? Where do you come up with these things?"
"Practice. A lot of practice. You try living with the twins and see if you don't learn how to lie." Ginny leans over and gathers Hermione's hair in her hands, running her fingers through the bushy, crinkled strands. Hermione leans back, letting Ginny's fingertips massage her scalp. Ginny has practiced this over the past month and knows which spots to press, and how hard, to make Hermione melt.
"It wasn't a very good lie," Hermione says.
Ginny shrugs, wiggling forward on Hermione's bed until she can wrap her legs around the other girl and tug Hermione's head back to rest on her shoulder. She looks down into Hermione's upturned face.
"It's Ron," Ginny says. "He doesn't want to know the truth, and he's so dense we could strip and have wild, passionate sex in front of him and he'd still think it was either a hallucination or some plot by Malfoy."
Hermione giggles wildly. "Oh God, can you imagine his face?"
"Yeah." Ginny smiles as Hermione starts rubbing her hands up and down Ginny's legs, letting her fingers drift up under her skirt. "I wonder what Harry would say if he were there?"
Hermione gets the thoughtful pout and the tiny frown line between her eyes that Ginny adores. She used to love Harry's serious expressions, the way his green eyes narrowed in worry or anger or determination, but she thinks Hermione's figuring-things-out expression is even better.
Because Hermione tries to solve problems before they grow into crises. Hermione noticed that Ginny had stopped pretending to chase Dean Thomas and was sending her meaningful looks this summer. And Hermione tries to figure out how to make Ginny happy, instead of just saving her almost-too-late from evil diaries, dragging her off to rescue people who don't actually need rescuing, and forgetting that she exists most of the time.
"Maybe we should try it in front of Harry," Hermione says, slowly. "Not stripping, but a kiss -- a serious kiss. If nothing else, it might knock him out of his moping..."
Ginny knows that trailing silence. There's something on the end of that sentence, something Hermione isn't sure Ginny will want to hear.
"And what's the best-case scenario?" she asks, hands still untangling Hermione's hair, to show that she's willing to listen.
"He might let us... cheer him up... together."
Ginny considers this, hands slowing. Kiss in front of the boys and drag their relationship into the open. Shock Ron into realizing that she's fifteen now and can make her own choices in life. Shock Harry out of his self-imposed gloom. Keep bringing out Hermione's wicked streak, even though her -- her girlfriend -- still has to wrap her more mischievous impulses inside her mother-hen streak to justify them to herself.
"Eh," Ginny says, bending down to kiss Hermione's forehead, "why not? It could be fun."
After all, she tries to make Hermione happy too. And she does still love Harry's eyes.
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Inspired by the 10/11/04
15minuteficlets word #76: oblivious---------------------------------------------
This was a good day!
Went to Kelly today (the temp agency, that is), and am going back tomorrow morning to finish my application and take some basic skills tests. However, I'm already signed up for a one-day catering job on Thursday. Go me! Actual honest to god income!
I so rock. Granted it took me a month to work up the nerve to walk in and ask for jobs -- temp agencies scare me, since I have no classically marketable skills -- but I got there.
I also discovered that I had $500 more in one of my checking accounts than I thought I did, since I apparently was smart and transfered money into there out of my NJ savings account. Cool. This gives me a bit more of a cushion than I thought I had.
---------------------------------------------
The local university squirrels are something else. I stopped to throw a tissue into a trashcan, and a squirrel was perched not two feet away on the neighboring recycling bin, eating the tail end of somebody's cheese burrito. It didn't even twitch as I approached, just kept eating and gave me a disdainful sort of look.
It did jump away when a dog wandered by.
I guess dogs are more reliable as enemies than people.