Chapter 19: Finally.

Original black and white by Caramel5555 on DA

Major photoshop work.

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"Hey, Gin," squeaked Harry, her stomach performing nervous somersaults. "I'm… I'm back…"

A long, drawn-out moment of silence passed between them as a flood of conflicting expressions passed over her friend's face.

And then…

Ginny wailed loudly. It was neither a cry of happiness, nor of sadness. It sounded simply like… longing. The goblet the redhead was holding clattered to the floor as she leapt out of her armchair and charged at Harry like a bull.

She was knocked backwards into the door as the girl leapt on her, smashing their bodies together.

"Are you here?" choked Ginny desperately, clinging to every inch of her. "Are… Are you real?"

Harry sighed happily, her heart fluttering as the heady scent of strawberry drifted past her nose. Sliding her hands into the soft hair that was tickling her cheek, she pressed a kiss into Ginny's neck, "I'm here."

"Finally," the redhead sobbed, collapsing against Harry and pulling her down to the floor.

Chapter 19: Just... wait.

Original by mary-dreams on DA (aka Maria Abagnale whose character doodles I have on here somewhere)

I've been waiting to write this scene for so long. RHr goodness.

tiny edit.

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She ran her fingertips down his abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake that sent shivers all along his spine.

“Mione, I-”

“Choose me,” she breathed huskily, cutting him off. “Please… choose me. I know it’s petty to say, but I love you more than she does! I know it in my heart… God help me, I do!”

Ron’s hand slipped from the wet stone in his surprise, but the bushy-haired girl caught it before he lost his balance and entwined their fingers.

“Kiss me, Ron… please. Choose me.”

His heart was thudding away in his chest at an incredible rate, matching pace with the beating of the rain. His mind told him that this, Hermione wanting him in the same way he wanted her, couldn’t possibly be happening. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers against her small, rounded chin. “I… but what about-”

“Forget Harry,” Hermione whispered, her very noticeable chest heaving tantalizingly against his arm. “For just one minute, forget about her… and kiss me.”

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DUN DUN DUNNNN!