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Seeking Comfort

Title: Seeking Comfort

Rating: R to NC17, for sexual content between two minors (although, in England, 16 is the legal age,) but I won't tell if you won't.

Disclaimer: None of it is mine, it's all JK Rowling's.

Summary: Every year just seems to get more and more frustrating, what's the new Gryffindor seeker to do?

A/N: Harry Potter fic. Takes place sometime during Order of the Phoenix. This is femmeslash, plot without a point (or, PWP: "Plot? What Plot?") fluff. If you don't know what femmeslash is, then don't read it. Written because Lexi demands it, and I had to go ahead and try my hand at it. This is my first femmeslash in fic form (I'm so versatile!), so it's bound to have many flaws.

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It was well after the decent hours of the night, and young Ginny Weasley was still tossing and turning under her scarlet bedding. 'What does it take to get a good nights sleep around here?'
Exasperated, she threw back the blankets, feeling the cool air prickle against her legs. She hadn't realized how hot it had gotten beneath the covers until then, happy she had remembered to pack a few fleece nightgowns so that the air would pass through it comfortably.

The prickle of air made her think about Quidditch, not-surprisingly. What better way to spend her restless night than to go and practice? Ever since Harry was banned from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Ginny had found herself in quite a predicament.

For one thing, those stolen moment hot home when she would borrow Fred or George's brooms to practice in the field wasn't quite the same as having an actual Quidditch pitch, and having to play by herself was never a real way to learn the finer points of Quidditch, such as dodging the blurs of colour that equaled both her teammates and her opponents.

Then there was the whole thing about trying to live up to the Seeker reputation that Harry Potter had built through his five years at Hogwarts. She was now constantly having her own movements on the field alluded to that of Harry's, which was more than unfair, and she was tired of having to break her back trying to match the abilities that seemed to come so naturally to Harry .

'They can all sod off if they think I'm going to jump through hoops just to get them to accept my performance as is.' She thought bitterly, swinging her legs out of bed and standing up for a quick stretch. She would do a more thorough stretch exercise once she got to the changing rooms.

After throwing on a pair of jeans and one of the infamous Weasley jumpers her mom was always knig, sg, she grabbed her Cleansweep from beneath the bed and crept quietly across the dorm room. One of the advantages of being related to Fred and George was that she knew the absolute best ways to sneak around Hogwarts to any place she might care to go without arousing any suspicions.

'Then again, if you're Fred and George, someone's always going to be suspicious of your intents.' she thought to herself.

It was all thanks to Fred and George, though, that she made it safely to the closest changing room, weaving her way towards the locker that held her Quidditch gear. She wasn't going to practice without the proper protection, even by herself it could be dangerous, especially at night.

She was about to pull on one of the wrist guards when she stopped and canted her head to the side. She could hear water running in the showers, and her first instinct was to toss the wrist guard back into the locker and run out of there, but her reflexes held her still, and her mind jumped her into action,

'I wonder who else could be up this late?' she made her way curiously towards the showers, the sound of water against tile growing louder. Turning left took her right at the entrance of the showers, where the cement turned into linolium, and there, in the far left corner in the back, was a lone shower head spouting off hot water.

Was there no one there? She stepped into the showers and walked toward, he, her ears picking up another sound that was nearly drowned out by the sound of the running water, but her brain couldn't register it right away. Not until she walked far enough past the small wall dividing the corner from the neighboring stall, and saw a naked form curled up there.

Long black hair was swept to one side, hanging slick and wet over one boney shoulder like an oil spill, contrasting against the pale skin. There was royal blue nail polish on the girl'es, es, and she realized that the girl was crying, her shoulders shaking.

"H-hello?" her voice echoed slightly in the high-ceilinged room, startling the figure on the floor. Her head yanked upwards to see who the intruder was, and a dry, tired voice floated up to her,

"Ginny?" almond-shaped eyes glistened with tears waiting to be shed.

"Ch-cho??" the red-head said in alarm, not understanding for all the world why the Ravenclaw seeker would be crying in the showers like this.

"Cho, what's wrong?" her brow furrowed with worry. She hesitated to kneel in the puddle of water forming around the other girl, but threw that out the window, placing a hand on her shoulder as she became eye-level. Cho's eyes were red around the edges from crying, and she felt a tug in her chest, wondering what could ever do this to her, to make her cry like this.

"I...I... can't tell you..." she said meekly, recoiling a bit from the touch, leaning into the hot water. It wasn't hot enough to scald, but it had been running for so long that the steam was already starting to form around them.

"Please, tell me, whatever it is, I will help you, I don't want to see you cry like this, Cho." she searched her eyes for a sign that she would confess what it was, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. She had never really been close to Cho Chang, but she didn't feel any ill will towards her, either.

"I... It's about Harry." she buried her face in her arms again as a new wave of tears burst out of her.

"Harry?" perplexed at first, then suddenly she became angry, "What did he do to you?? If he's done anything I will march right up to his room and-"

"No!" Cho's redrimmed eyes shot up to look at her, "It's.. it's not like that. It's just that... he doesn't notice me at all. I really like him, but whenever I try to talk to him, nothing ever goes right and, and he never really acts like he likes me back."

"Aww, you shouldn't cry because of that. A lot of boys don't know what they want, you can't expect him to profess his feelings for you right at the start." she smiled slightly, but it faltered when Cho shook her head, wiping at her eyes, her raised arm giving Ginny a brief glimpse of her chest. She looked down quickly, a blush flourishing beneath her freckles, hoping she didn't notice. She waited until she was sure it passed before looking up again.

"It's something else, too. I... I'm becoming attracted to someone else, and it's just so painful to think that they would never like me in that way because... because I think we could get along real well." she looked into her eyes purposefully, swallowing.

'Oh Merlin, this can't be!' Ginny thought in a slight panic, 'Is she talking about me? She couldn't be, there's nothing likable about me, and besides, I like Michael.... don't I?'

The sudden realization dawned upon her slowly, like the way hot cocoa warmed up your insides on a cold day. Something in her chest contracted, and when she looked down at Cho, she wanted nothing more than to pull her close.

"Ginny...?" she said faintly, watching numerous emotions cross the freckled face in front of her. She didn't offend her, did she? That would be the worst thing that could happen to her right then. First Harry, and now Ginny! Maybe she just didn't have luck with Gryffindors...

That train of thought stop dead in its tracks when Ginny dove upon her and pressed her lips against her own, pressing their mouths together hard enough to make Cho nearly topple backwards, grabbing Ginny's shoulder just in time. They both laughed softly, then pulled away abruptly as they realized the they had done.

"I'm sorry if I-"

"Oh, no, don't be sorry, I like it.." she gripped the sleeve of her sweater, eagerly awaiting to see what she would do.

It was enough encouragement for Ginny to hear those words, that she swooped in again for another kiss, this one longer and more searching. They were both pretty new to it, but willing to learn with the help of eachother, and wasn't that what it was all about anyway?

Lips pulled at eachother as many small kisses stole the breath out of their lungs, and it wasn't until Ginny initiated a deeper kiss by opening her mouth wider that they lost themselves totally.

Tongues circled around one another in a strange dance, and they were both breathing heavily. Ginny pulled her legs under her as she held onto both of Cho's shoulders, leaning further in, feeling droplets of water land on her hair. Caution to the wind, she pushed against her shoulders, and she complied, leaning backwards along the wet tile until her back was just in front of the wall but not against it, and Ginny was straddling her lap.

Breaking the kiss, she looked down at the other girl's chest with curious eyes, not ignoring her instincts this time when she took one of her breasts in her hand. It was not unlike touching one of her own, except it was slightly smaller and it just... felt...different. Her hand cupped it lightly, closing her fingers around it and then rubbing upwards, the heel of her palm dragging across the rosy peak, eliciting a sigh from the brunette.

Leaning forward, she began to suck on her throat, licks followed by kisses as she just went with what felt right. After minute or two of this, Ginny's jumper was beginning to retain quite a bit of water by now, which was no surprise considering the thick woolen material, and it made her arms heavy. Pulling away, she held up a finger when Cho made a sound of protest, grasping the bottom of the jumper, as well as the shirt she wore underneath it, and pulling it up and over her head, tossing it across the wall with a loud "smack."

Cho looked at her milky skin in awe, peppered with the tell-tale freckles that plagued nearly every redhead. Her fingertips danced lightly across the top of her breasts, the ghostly touch coaxing goosebumps to surface on her skin. She watched as the water from the shower seeped into the white bra she w cau causing it to nearly be see-through, and what good was a bra if it was just going to reveal the treasures underneath through a haze of gauzy material?

To remedy this, Cho leaned forward on the pretense of laying a kissing her collar bone, her lips brushing the protruding bone as she reached around and released the clasp expertly--being a girl had it's advantages. She pulled the straps down her shoulders, tossing the piece of apparel with the jumper, looking at the beautiful pair of breasts uninhibited.

"Wow," she said, licking her lips absently. A crease formed on her brow when Ginny crossed her arms over her chest in a moment of bashfullness,

"I don't like them." she said sheepishly, not meeting her eyes.

"Why not?" she reached forward to pull her arms away, succeeding easily to look at them again, her fingers tracing the curves.

"It's because of all these damned freckles, they make me look awful," her arms fell at her sides as she pouted.

"I don't think so, I think they're beautifquotquot; Cho said reassuringly, smiling and nudging Ginny's chin up with her nose lightly, taking her mouth softly in a warm kiss, her hand rubbing across her breasts lightly.

She fell into the kiss with ease, reaching back to at least pull off her shoes before they became too soaked, peeling off her socks as well. The movement had Cho's hand on her hip, urging her to sit upwards, raising her up on her knees slightly, the hand sliding around her waist to the front of her jeans, and she broke the kiss momentarily to unbutton the jeans and push them past her hips. What she saw made her giggle,

"Cute underwear." she commented, eyeing the miniature strawberries that adorned the lace-trimmed underwear.

"You like my knickers?" she asked coyly, wiggling her hips a bit.

"Mmhmm,t; wt; was her only reply, seeing as how Cho was mesmerized by her moving hips. She stopped, tapping her shoulder so she would look up,

"I'm up here, Cho," she said pseudo-innocently, knowing perfectly well what Cho was thinking.

"Part of you, maybe," she said slyly, patting Ginny's bum to get her to stand up, tugging down both the jeans and the knickers as she stood. Stepping out of them, they were thrown aside, and the two girls were left staring at eachother; one craning her head up, the other gazing down. Both seemed to have forgotten the use of their lungs.

Flipping her dark hair behind her shoulder and moving herself forward, away from the wall, she ran her hands up her smoothe legs, circling them around once she reached her thighs, running them down the backs of her legs and then up again, this time venturing higher to the neatly trimmed red curls, breath shakey.

Her thumb brushed across the curls, pushing into them to find that one bundle of nerves that no man could ever have found so quickly, rolling the pad of her thumb against it, causing her hips to jerk forward and a cry catch in her throat.

It occured to her, sitting there while looking up at the face of a rival Quidditch player yet fellow Seeker, that despite the friends Cho was surrounded by a lot of the time, and the large family Ginny grew up with in and out of school, they were both girls who seemed to be generally overlooked. Their quiet nature, no matter who was with them, made it easy to be reserved, alone.
But here, together with no one around, no emotions to mask, they were free to be themselves, focus their attentions to eachother that they so rightly deserved. Afterall, they had each been through troubling ordeals in their school lives-- Tom Riddle possessing Ginny, and Cho losing the first love she ever had to what *used* to be Tom Riddle, and no one to give them the comfort they needed, for no one knew how to do it.

This revelation dawned upon Ginny as well; they were equals in opposite worlds. A lion to her eagle, red to her blue, strawberry-blonde to her brunette... opposites never attracted better.

She lowered herself to her knees again at the same time that Cho was grabbing her hips to pull her down. They shared a soft smile at their synchronized thoughts, and wrapped their arms around the other, bringing their bodies close, together beneath the scattering spray of water. Their breasts rubbed against eachother, sending electric fingers to their groins, tingling with a sudden desire to become one.

Pulling from the hug slightly, she fell back slowly to lay down on the warm-cold tile, her palm flattenedagainst Ginny's back as she went down, bringing her down to hover a couple inches over her. This also pushed her chest forward, giving her ample opportunity to lick one of her nipples, circling the tip of ton tongue around it, then wrapping her lips around it to suck on it gently. Her administrations evoked a slow rhythm of movement of the other girl's hips, running her own hands up her sides to squeeze and pull at her breasts.

Red hair was dampening into burnt orange, top and bottom, and the Ravenclaw Seeker circled her right hand around the moving hips and down across a toned butt, sliding her fingers down into the wet flesh until she found the entrance, probing her finger inside gently at first beforekingking it into the last knuckle, feeling the inner muscles contracting with Ginny's movements, which were becoming faster as she rode her hand, and she inserted another finger, her lips still suckling as her fingers pumped in time to her bucking hips.

"Cho..." she breathed in a soft moan, sliding her hands up to her shoulders to brace herself, her clitoris rubbing against the other girl's pelvic bone , stimulating her further. She wanted to pleasure her too, but the urge to rock herself into climax was strong.

Blindly, she dropped her right hand down between their legs, finding the patch of hair there, feeling her legs part to permit her access. She slowed her pace as she grazed her thumbnail across the prominent button there, hearing a sharp intake, and slinking her fingers downwards, slipping them between the slick folds and deep inside of her.

It was Ravenclaw's turn to moan, her hips lifting up against her hand, moving her fingers inside of her. It took a moment to find the right rhythm, but it didn't take long for them to match their movements to unison, hips and fingers pumping and rubbing in a session of mutual masterbation that looked almost impossible.

It didn't take much longer for their breath to become short and shallow, moans turning into cries as the pressure climbed and climbed like a roller coaster, then let go when the pleasure was heightened to an intangible peak, releasing everything as their orgasms combined and blended together as if by osmosis.

It was a moment before either of them opened their eyes, Cho bearing the weight of her lover slumped on top of her, limbs tangled and tingling. She placed a kiss to her pale forehead, brushing away a damp red lock, feeling the kiss reciprocated on beneath her jawline.

"What does this mean...?" she asked softly, swallowing, she found the strength to raise herself on her elbows, the body on top of her stirring to also adjust herself more comfortably, their eyes meeting light-to-dark.

"It means," a hand rubbed up her bare arm, curling her fingers to rub a knuckle softly across the Asian's round cheek, "We don't have to be forgotten anymore," she leaned forward to kiss her lips softly, speaking quietly against her mouth, "We don't have to be alone... we have eachother." She kissed her again, feeling her press her lips against her to return the kiss.

Reluctantly, she pushed herself to a sitting position, smiling down at her partner as she reached across to switch off the water, giggling softly when her ribs were tickled. A quiet weighed down with the future settled into the air, "Come on, Cho, it's late we.... we should head back to our dorms."

Cho's face fell when she remembered what had brought her here in the first place, and that she'd have to sleep alone after the moment she just shared with the passionate young Weasley.

"Ginny, what's going to happen, you know, between us? I don't know how we're going to stay together with all the chaos happening this year." she watched her stand up and offer her a hand, taking it to pull herself to her feet, absently noting that Ginny was a fraction taller than she was, but not by much.

"I'm sure we can figure something out; I know we can. No one needs to find out, it's our business; our secret." She pulled her into a hug, squeezing her gently, then looking at her with a faint, forlorn expression, "And if we can't... if things don't work out when the year is over, I'll still be here for you."

"Me too," she smiled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, locking their fingers and following her out of the showers.

They dressed silently, casting glances at eachother that spoke a million words. As they left, Ginny showed her the most direct route to the Ravenclaw common room, stealing a kiss from her from behind a suit of armor, brushing her hand across the front of her shirt.

"Goodnight, sweet dreams." she said breathily, stopping herself before they went into full snogging mode right there.

"Pleasant dreams," Cho kissed her again, then ran off, leaving Ginny to look forward to a peaceful night's rest.
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