Title: You can't hide beautiful
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13 ( for now at least )
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny in this chapter
Dedication: To Shelly. I am so sorry. Basically this Fic is my apology.. I should respect your views and not try to push you into stuff you don't want. So, just for you, here is an all fluff of your favorite ship. Please forgive me.
Summary: Basically Hermione rambling on Ginny. So, POV is Hermione, and it's G rated for the most part. Well.it might be *a tad* more, so I put it PG-13 just to be safe. It's set in Hermione's 7th year, and Ginny's 6th, but with flashbacks upon her years with Ginny. Songfic; due to the song "You can't hide beautiful" by Aaron Lines.
Spoilers: CoS
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be mine.
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She says: "Don't stare at me."
She's afraid that I might see,
those five extra pounds she talks about.
Man, I don't know what she's talking about.
She is older now, her hair still that fiery red, but her features have grown up. She is more woman than girl, hard to imagine she is only sixteen. A year younger than myself, but she seems so wise. I have my book smarts, sure, but I hide behind my books when life comes to call. I am the smart one, part of the famous trio. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron to death, but another red haired wonder has stolen my heart. I wonder if you could go to jail for that type of thing. "Excuse me officer, arrest this girl, she has up and stolen my heart. Wait..I'm not sure I want it back"
She is a Chaser on the house team. Her parents were so happy when she owled them the news. And when Gryffindor won the first match of the season, because of her winning goal, she hugged me so tight when I ran to congratulate them on the field. My heart flutters at the memory.
She looks through magazines.
With every page she dreams of,
Looking like somebody else.
I wish she wasn't so hard on herself.
Then she falls asleep with just my T-shirt on,
An' even when her hair's messed up and her make-up's gone,
I often take Harry's invisibility cloak and sneak out to watch her train. She is so beautiful sitting upon her broomstick. No, not sitting; perched, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hair messed from the wind so she has pulled it back into a loose ponytail. Even in the moonlight it still has that shine. She grips her broom tightly as she flies along. She dips and curves. I want to know her dips and curves.. ( I smile at the thought ) I want to know every inch of her body to kiss, to touch, to hold, to love. "I wish," I whisper sadly into the night, "I wish."
But how could she ever love me? Me, Hermione Granger, I'm too cold and distant. My worst fear is that I will fail all my classes. I'm not normal. I bet she has normal fears, like monsters or something that goes bump in the night. I suppose I do have a real fear, a fear for my parents. I don't know what I would do if the Dark Lord killed them.
I envy her so much her large family, purebloods, but not in the least snobby, and her wizarding parents. We are really close now, not the close that I desire, but best friends type of close. I stay at her house often, and we chat late into the night, when we finally move to our separate places for sleep, I always have a sense that there could have been more. What would have just happened if we had been together? I wonder about this often, obsessive? I think not.
You can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful, oh no.
I remember in my second year when I was un-petrified, she was standing there crying,
"Ginny, whatever is the matter?" I asked, still groggy and very confused. "Did you see the basilisk? Are you okay?"
"Oh Hermione!!" She whimpered and walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down and scooting towards me slowly, sobs shaking her tiny figure. "..I didn't mean to..I didn't mean it.." She threw her arms around my neck, putting her head down and sobbing hopelessly.
"Ginny? Oh Ginny, what's wrong? What didn't you mean to do?"
"It was me..I set the basilisk loose, I didn't mean to..honest..Tom made me do it! I'm so sorry Hermione! Will you ever forgive me?"
She leaned back, her blue eyes brimming with tears, and something strange happened. I should have been upset that she had done something so foolish, but looking into her eyes, I knew I could forgive her, and I would forgive her again without blinking.
"Yes, Ginny, I forgive you."
She smiled brightly and wiped her tears once more,
"You do?! Thank you Hermione! Thank you!!"
I smiled back at her and she hugged me again, but by then Madam Pomfrey ushered her out. I swear I could still feel her warm embrace surrounding and protecting me. I know that sounds corny and hopelessly romantic, but touches and dreams are all that I have to go by.
She can take a simple dress,
Put it on and turn some heads.
Man, every time she moves she gets me:
She doesn't even know she's sexy.
She touches down on the soft ground, a perfect landing. The broom glides to the field and she graces the earth below with her feet. Lifting one leg off and throwing the broom over her shoulder she turns and heads back to the castle as she has done many nights as I sit here on the ground watching her. When she is out of sight I pull the cloak off me leaving it on the ground and gazing up at the moon. Is what I feel wrong? You aren't suppose to love your best friend. That's what you are..best friends. right? There to comfort her whenever she feels low, or unwanted..
I was there when she was head over heels for Harry. The reasonable one, "Ginny, it's not you, I think it's Harry, he might not like girls." But I do. I've known for a while now.. Possibly when Pavarti held a game of "Truth or Dare" and I had to kiss Lavender. She isn't a bad kisser you know. After that boys just didn't seem as great. If you think about it, they are loud, rude, and not that clever.
And the way she thinks sometimes,
Out of nowhere, she blows my mind.
She makes me laugh and makes me dream.
I love the way she looks at things.
A little piece of heaven God gave to this world.
She might think she's just an ordinary girl,
She, on the other hand, is a wonderful piece of heaven that was sent down on rays of golden sunshine. When I think of her I think of late afternoon sun. Late afternoon sun on a summer's day, that perfect time when the light is fading, the whole world is orange, but it's still warm and inviting. You take a deep breath, and it makes you feel alive, that all is good, and nothing can go wrong. You feel safe. That's what she is like.
I love everything about her. I grin widely, and roll over onto my side, my fingers playing at the edges of the invisibility cloak. Every single one of her freckles is unique. I especially adore the one of her nose. Completely random, just a small perfect dot on the tip of her nose, almost purple in color at least that's what I think.
"Ginny, did you know you have a purple dot on your nose?"
"Hermione! That's a freckle!!" She laughed, her eyes scrunching up, and her smile gleaming.
"I'm sorry! It's just so odd, I mean, how often do you see a freckle right in the center of someone's nose??"
"I suppose it is quite odd." She laughs again, some hair falling into her face, and she impatiently puts it behind her ear. "I was at home with my brothers the first time I noticed it. My parents had gone out for the day. Charlie was watching us, Ron, Fred, George and I. We were painting in the yard. I guess I must have been painting with purple paint, because when we were cleaning up Charlie asks 'Ginny, you've got paint on your nose,' and he pointed to my nose 'right there. Come here I'll get it off for you' He must have scrubbed at that darn thing for about ten minutes when Fred and George put in that it just might be a new freckle."
I laugh at the memory; she was so animated when telling the story. I guess she is proud of it. A cold wind blows and I shiver slightly. I should go inside, it's probably extremely late, and goodness knows how long I've been sitting there. Standing up and brushing some dirt off of my robe, leaning down to pick up the invisibility cloak.
But you can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful, oh no.
You can't hide beautiful,
Oh no.
I pull my arms around me and let my head fall lightly to the side, walking back up to the castle.
"She makes it look easy. I love what she does to me. No way to disguise, the way that she shines. You can't hide beautiful, oh no. You can't hide beautiful."
The invisiblily cloak goes over my head and I dissapear into the night.
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13 ( for now at least )
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny in this chapter
Dedication: To Shelly. I am so sorry. Basically this Fic is my apology.. I should respect your views and not try to push you into stuff you don't want. So, just for you, here is an all fluff of your favorite ship. Please forgive me.
Summary: Basically Hermione rambling on Ginny. So, POV is Hermione, and it's G rated for the most part. Well.it might be *a tad* more, so I put it PG-13 just to be safe. It's set in Hermione's 7th year, and Ginny's 6th, but with flashbacks upon her years with Ginny. Songfic; due to the song "You can't hide beautiful" by Aaron Lines.
Spoilers: CoS
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be mine.
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She says: "Don't stare at me."
She's afraid that I might see,
those five extra pounds she talks about.
Man, I don't know what she's talking about.
She is older now, her hair still that fiery red, but her features have grown up. She is more woman than girl, hard to imagine she is only sixteen. A year younger than myself, but she seems so wise. I have my book smarts, sure, but I hide behind my books when life comes to call. I am the smart one, part of the famous trio. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron to death, but another red haired wonder has stolen my heart. I wonder if you could go to jail for that type of thing. "Excuse me officer, arrest this girl, she has up and stolen my heart. Wait..I'm not sure I want it back"
She is a Chaser on the house team. Her parents were so happy when she owled them the news. And when Gryffindor won the first match of the season, because of her winning goal, she hugged me so tight when I ran to congratulate them on the field. My heart flutters at the memory.
She looks through magazines.
With every page she dreams of,
Looking like somebody else.
I wish she wasn't so hard on herself.
Then she falls asleep with just my T-shirt on,
An' even when her hair's messed up and her make-up's gone,
I often take Harry's invisibility cloak and sneak out to watch her train. She is so beautiful sitting upon her broomstick. No, not sitting; perched, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hair messed from the wind so she has pulled it back into a loose ponytail. Even in the moonlight it still has that shine. She grips her broom tightly as she flies along. She dips and curves. I want to know her dips and curves.. ( I smile at the thought ) I want to know every inch of her body to kiss, to touch, to hold, to love. "I wish," I whisper sadly into the night, "I wish."
But how could she ever love me? Me, Hermione Granger, I'm too cold and distant. My worst fear is that I will fail all my classes. I'm not normal. I bet she has normal fears, like monsters or something that goes bump in the night. I suppose I do have a real fear, a fear for my parents. I don't know what I would do if the Dark Lord killed them.
I envy her so much her large family, purebloods, but not in the least snobby, and her wizarding parents. We are really close now, not the close that I desire, but best friends type of close. I stay at her house often, and we chat late into the night, when we finally move to our separate places for sleep, I always have a sense that there could have been more. What would have just happened if we had been together? I wonder about this often, obsessive? I think not.
You can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful, oh no.
I remember in my second year when I was un-petrified, she was standing there crying,
"Ginny, whatever is the matter?" I asked, still groggy and very confused. "Did you see the basilisk? Are you okay?"
"Oh Hermione!!" She whimpered and walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down and scooting towards me slowly, sobs shaking her tiny figure. "..I didn't mean to..I didn't mean it.." She threw her arms around my neck, putting her head down and sobbing hopelessly.
"Ginny? Oh Ginny, what's wrong? What didn't you mean to do?"
"It was me..I set the basilisk loose, I didn't mean to..honest..Tom made me do it! I'm so sorry Hermione! Will you ever forgive me?"
She leaned back, her blue eyes brimming with tears, and something strange happened. I should have been upset that she had done something so foolish, but looking into her eyes, I knew I could forgive her, and I would forgive her again without blinking.
"Yes, Ginny, I forgive you."
She smiled brightly and wiped her tears once more,
"You do?! Thank you Hermione! Thank you!!"
I smiled back at her and she hugged me again, but by then Madam Pomfrey ushered her out. I swear I could still feel her warm embrace surrounding and protecting me. I know that sounds corny and hopelessly romantic, but touches and dreams are all that I have to go by.
She can take a simple dress,
Put it on and turn some heads.
Man, every time she moves she gets me:
She doesn't even know she's sexy.
She touches down on the soft ground, a perfect landing. The broom glides to the field and she graces the earth below with her feet. Lifting one leg off and throwing the broom over her shoulder she turns and heads back to the castle as she has done many nights as I sit here on the ground watching her. When she is out of sight I pull the cloak off me leaving it on the ground and gazing up at the moon. Is what I feel wrong? You aren't suppose to love your best friend. That's what you are..best friends. right? There to comfort her whenever she feels low, or unwanted..
I was there when she was head over heels for Harry. The reasonable one, "Ginny, it's not you, I think it's Harry, he might not like girls." But I do. I've known for a while now.. Possibly when Pavarti held a game of "Truth or Dare" and I had to kiss Lavender. She isn't a bad kisser you know. After that boys just didn't seem as great. If you think about it, they are loud, rude, and not that clever.
And the way she thinks sometimes,
Out of nowhere, she blows my mind.
She makes me laugh and makes me dream.
I love the way she looks at things.
A little piece of heaven God gave to this world.
She might think she's just an ordinary girl,
She, on the other hand, is a wonderful piece of heaven that was sent down on rays of golden sunshine. When I think of her I think of late afternoon sun. Late afternoon sun on a summer's day, that perfect time when the light is fading, the whole world is orange, but it's still warm and inviting. You take a deep breath, and it makes you feel alive, that all is good, and nothing can go wrong. You feel safe. That's what she is like.
I love everything about her. I grin widely, and roll over onto my side, my fingers playing at the edges of the invisibility cloak. Every single one of her freckles is unique. I especially adore the one of her nose. Completely random, just a small perfect dot on the tip of her nose, almost purple in color at least that's what I think.
"Ginny, did you know you have a purple dot on your nose?"
"Hermione! That's a freckle!!" She laughed, her eyes scrunching up, and her smile gleaming.
"I'm sorry! It's just so odd, I mean, how often do you see a freckle right in the center of someone's nose??"
"I suppose it is quite odd." She laughs again, some hair falling into her face, and she impatiently puts it behind her ear. "I was at home with my brothers the first time I noticed it. My parents had gone out for the day. Charlie was watching us, Ron, Fred, George and I. We were painting in the yard. I guess I must have been painting with purple paint, because when we were cleaning up Charlie asks 'Ginny, you've got paint on your nose,' and he pointed to my nose 'right there. Come here I'll get it off for you' He must have scrubbed at that darn thing for about ten minutes when Fred and George put in that it just might be a new freckle."
I laugh at the memory; she was so animated when telling the story. I guess she is proud of it. A cold wind blows and I shiver slightly. I should go inside, it's probably extremely late, and goodness knows how long I've been sitting there. Standing up and brushing some dirt off of my robe, leaning down to pick up the invisibility cloak.
But you can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful, oh no.
You can't hide beautiful,
Oh no.
I pull my arms around me and let my head fall lightly to the side, walking back up to the castle.
"She makes it look easy. I love what she does to me. No way to disguise, the way that she shines. You can't hide beautiful, oh no. You can't hide beautiful."
The invisiblily cloak goes over my head and I dissapear into the night.