InsaneJournal

Characters: Samantha Capper and Ginny Weasley
Setting: Sixth year girls' dorm, eeeearly Tuesday morning, about 3am.
Summary: Because running away from a problem doesn't work, Ginny finally breaks and talks to Sam.
Rating/Warning: PG, Girl kissage

It had been almost three whole days since the last time Ginny had talked to Sam. It didn't feel right, Ginny was almost coming out of her skin with longing for the other girl. Sure they'd gone longer without talking but this was different. All Ginny could see when she closed her eyes was the sight of Sam's heartbroken face. She wasn't one for tears, but all she wanted to do was cry. She'd been unable to sleep, tossing and turning all night and it was finally around three in the morning when she finally gave up the fight and slipped out of Hermione's dorm.

If asked, she would've said she didn't know where she was going, but she padded down the stairs and back into her own dorm. Sam's bed, across from her empty one, was curtained, shuttered away from the rest of the dorm and Ginny crossed the room, her stomach roiling as she stood before the bed. She'd thought about Friday night over and over again and all her thoughts had lead her back to the same conclusion.

Parting the curtains, Ginny froze. She'd expected Sam to be sleeping, had planned on tucking herself beside her friend and dealing with things when she woke. But there was Sam, sitting up in bed and Ginny stared across the expanse of scarlet comforter at her. "S...am," she started, then paused, unsure what else to say.

"Gin," Sam looked up from her notebook, her eyes almost as wide as they'd been the night when Ginny had fled. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, unable to force any actual words out she quickly gave up. Instead she scooted up against her pillow a little more, as if she really needed to make more room in the large bed for her friend. She didn't know what to say but she did set her notebook to the side, giving her attention to the redhead.

Ginny's stomach clenched again, but she ignored it and climbed up onto Sam's bed, pulling the curtains closed tightly behind her. "I thought you'd be sleeping," she said, not looking at the other girl as she made her way up Sam's bed. "I just wanted to -- " She raised her head and looked at Sam, cutting herself off. No matter how many times she'd wound it around in her head, things had always, always come back to Sam.

Not closing her eyes, Ginny leaned forwards and pressed her lips against Sam's, stretching awkwardly and pushing towards her, trying to wordlessly apologize for running, for being stupid and selfish and... herself.

Surprised wasn't a strong enough word to describe Sam's reaction. She'd expected an explanation or an apology, a gentle let down obviously, but not a kiss! That was what had started all the drama after all.

Sam was stiff with surprise for the first few moments of the kiss, her brain scrambling to assess the situation. After a moment though whatever part of the brain was in charge of NOT being an idiot in these situations took control and shut her eyes, letting her relax a little. Sam's hands reached out and pulled Ginny to her, marvelling at how nice the other girl felt. They had hugged and snuggled and been much closer than they currently were but this time was different; there was an undercurrent of electricity now. It was something Sam had always hoped for.

This time it was Ginny that had started things. Sam wasn't the most experienced kisser but she was pretty sure that if anybody was going to break things off or run away it was very slim odds that it'd be the instigator. Elated with the way everything was suddenly changing for the better, Sam kissed Ginny back fiercely, pulling her into her lap and wrapping her arms around her waist.

It was a very long moment before Ginny pulled back, settled into Sam's lap, a wide smile on her face. She couldn't remember when Sam had first come out to her, it had been so long ago, she'd always been the same person, her best friend, but she had never thought of her as a potential... girlfriend. Now, however, sitting in her lap, having just had the best snog of her life, Ginny had no idea how it had taken her so long do this.

"I'm a prat," she said, by way of apology, pressing her nose against Sam's and quirking her lips to the side.

"You are so forgiven," Sam muttered, giddy beyond belief that this was actually happening and not just a dream. Her fingers ghosted along the other girl's waist, tracing patterns simply because they were there and Ginny was there and she could. "Wait," the corner of Sam's smile twitched, threatening to grow. "If I don't forgive you will you do that again?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes and wagged her finger at Sam, unable to keep her smile swallowed. "If you don't forgive me, we're gonna have to spend another two days not talking," she shook her head solemnly, feeling giddy and more than a little goofy, all other thoughts gone from her head. "And there are many other things I'd much rather do."

"Yeah?" Sam's smile grew, there was no holding it back anymore. She didn't even care if Ginny thought she was an idiot. "What things would those be?" She slid a hand up Ginny's back, playing at the base of her neck. She still thought this was more likely a dream than reality.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Ginny felt her smile widen to match Sam's. "Oh, you know..." she trailed off, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the feeling of Sam's fingers ghosting along her neck. "Quidditch... sleeping in... homework... multiple detentions with Snape." She arched an eyebrow and attempted to school her features as she drew out her sentence. "There are millions of things I'd rather do than not talk to you."

"I really don't believe you," Sam challenged, leaning in until there was almost no space between their lips. "Homework, huh?" It was an act of God or something, Sam was sure, that she was keeping so cool, giant grin and all. She wanted to jump on her bed and laugh and dance and just do some sort of victory celebration. It would make it less surreal at least.

"Oh definitely," Ginny breathed, her heart beating in her ears. "Loads of... homework... all those... words and... things... ink... parchment... text..." Unable to keep up the flimsy façade any longer, Ginny ducked her head and captured Sam's lips, a part of her listing all the ways this was better than any kiss she'd ever had from Harry.

A soft whimper caught in Sam's throat, one she prayed Ginny wouldn't notice, and kissed back. Her hands tightened their hold, pulling the other girl against her as she moved her lips against the other pair. Kissing Ginny was as amazing as Sam had imagined it. Everything about her was amazing, her soft lips, her taste, her scent. It took her a moment to realise she'd placed a hand on Ginny's cheek and was stroking it. She thought it looked good there.

Eyes fluttering closed, Ginny sank against Sam, trailing her hands up the other girl and cupping her cheeks. How did Sam do it? How did she kiss this well? Was it just that Harry and Dean and Michael had been spectacularly bad kissers? And Sam excelled at it? It was another long moment before Ginny pulled back, resting her forehead against Sam's and smiling lazily at her friend. "Sam," she started after a moment, her brow furrowing. She didn't want to ask the question and yet there it was, coming out and she hoped it wouldn't ruin the wonderful feeling bubbling inside her. "What about Audrey?"

Sam felt the first (undoubtedly of many) blow to her giddiness. She'd managed to completely forget about Audrey, which was a first over the past couple weeks. "I..." Suddenly the real world was back and Sam felt a tiny pang of guilt. "We were just having fun," she said, not exactly lying. They hadn't talked about what they were, if anything, and though she did really like Audrey....she'd been waiting for Ginny for years. Running a hand through Ginny's hair again, Sam watched her fingers until they reached the end, red strands falling slowly away from her hand. "It's different," she assured her.

A part of her felt bad for the Hufflepuff, but the rest of her couldn't contain a wide smile. "Different?" She asked, ducking her head forward and kissing the corner of Sam's mouth quickly. "Different is good," she wanted to curl against Sam like the other night, to feel the other girl's arms around her. "This is different," she wrapped her arms around Sam and fell back onto the bed, tugging her friend down with her.