Comment: Wrote at the spur of a moment, resulting from skanky thoughts and cigarette cravings.
Ginny watched as Hermione brought the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag. She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly and exhaled. Ginny watched the smoke flit from between Hermione’s lips and trickle up towards the ceiling.
“Can I have one?”
Hermione paused before opening her eyes slowly.
“You told me to not to give you any.” She said, turning towards Ginny with a slightly amused expression on her face. “Are you forgetting that you’re trying to break the habit?”
“Hermione, I don’t care. I just really want one right now.”
“You don’t care?” Hermione asked in mock astonishment. “Ginny, darling, I’m afraid that I can’t give you one.”
Ginny noticed with irritation that Hermione was enjoying herself.
“Why not?” she asked heatedly, as Hermione took another drag from her cigarette.
“Because you made me promise.” Hermione said smugly before standing up from the couch and strolling across the room towards the open bar, a smug smile brushing her lips.
She was half way across the room when Ginny intercepted her and shoved her against the wall with surprising strength. Ginny pressed up against the other girl, and leaned into her neck, taking her pale flesh between her teeth. Hermione cried out at the viciousness of the bite that followed, but Ginny was there in an instant, covering her mouth with her own and pinning Hermione’s arms to the wall by her elbows at the same time. When Ginny finally withdrew from the kiss, it was only enough to nudge Hermione’s face to the side and hiss in her ear. “It’s just a promise.” As she spoke she ran her hands lightly up Hermione’s arms, brushing across her wrists and intertwining her fingers with Hermione’s. With a last cursory bite on the neck, she slipped the cigarette from the speechless girl’s fingers and brought it to her lips. A drag. A smirk. Ginny returned to the couch. Hermione followed.