TITLE: Shadow Play

AUTHOR: Jos Mous

Email: wotan_anubis@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER: Me? Owning these characters and making a profit? I wish. No, JKR owns ‘em all.

RATING: R

PAIRING: Hermione/Ginny

Hermione couldn’t sleep because of the noise. She wanted, really wanted, that the loud moaning were just the ghosts in the attic being a bit too enthusiastic.

But the Burrow’s ghosts were quiet and the moaning didn’t come from them.

It came from the bed next to hers in this little bedroom and had it come from there for the last several days.

It was Ginny, sleeping, dreaming.

Hermione didn’t have to look to know that Ginny was writhing in her bed, her sheets a tangled mess, her nightgown clinging to every inch of her sweaty body.

But she did it anyway, because she loved seeing Ginny writhing and sweating, lost in an erotic haze.

Hating herself, Hermione knelt next to Ginny’s bed, looking at how the girl had sex with a dream. She wondered who Ginny was dreaming of and fantasized about it being her. Hermione let her eyes go down Ginny’s body, towards her legs, where Ginny’s nightgown had hiked up too much, but not enough. Hermione couldn’t stand it any longer. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled up the hem of her own nightgown and let her hands slip into the wet heat.

Hermione hardly noticed when Ginny calmed down into a more restful sleep. Her eyes were shut, her fingers were moving rapidly and she only saw her fantasies. She hissed sharply when she came and only then worried about the fact that Ginny might’ve woken up at any time. She was quite relieved when she found out that she hadn’t and turned around to crawl back into her own bed. She froze on the spot when she saw that above her bed, the darkness had two glowing red eyes.

“What a show eh?” said the darkness.

Hermione looked closer. Lying on her bed was a… a patch of shadows that was even darker than everything around it. It had a female silhouette and long hair that could very well have been quite bushy.

“What are you?” Hermione whispered.

The shadow sat up. “I’m you, obviously.”

“Impossible,” Hermione snorted.

“Of course not,” said the shadow. “Don’t you remember reading Shadow Selves and How To Avoid Getting Them?”

“Yes, of course,” said Hermione. “But I’m not a powerful witch living in a highly magical environment and obsessed with a single thought.”

The shadow’s red eyes twinkled almost merrily. “Wrong on all three counts and we both know it.”

The shadow leapt from Hermione’s bed and moved over to Ginny’s.

“We’re obsessed with her,” it said. “I more so than you, of course, because I personify all those desires.”

“You can’t,” said Hermione. “I know I still have them so they can’t all be in you.”

The shadow caressed Ginny’s hair. “A copy then. I know that all I want is her. I exist to get her.”

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Hermione hissed.

“You know I won’t,” the shadow said. “As you well know, all I want is to love Ginny gently. Or possibly do her long, hard and mindless. But I want to hear her scream my name with pleasure and lust. I’m not going to do anything she doesn’t want; I’m just going to make sure she wants it. Wants me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Of course I would,” the shadow snapped. “I have your intellect, your intimate knowledge of her and, above all, your burning need to have her. Seducing her will be easy, even if I am just your shadow.”

“Well that’s just it,” said Hermione. “I want her. I don’t want you to want her.”

“Then you should have moved sooner,” the shadow said. “You should’ve done something with your feelings. Now I’m here and I won’t go away.”

“Yes you will,” said Hermione. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh you’ll kill yourself will you?” said the shadow. “Or maybe you’ll kill Ginny. Then again, perhaps you will confess your feelings to her and have her, taking away my reasons to exist.”

“No,” said Hermione. “I’ll just keep her away from the shadows.”

The shadow laughed. “That might work too. But it’s impossible. As soon as night falls I’ll be back.” Its red eyes twinkled merrily again. “But fair enough, I shan’t do anything tonight. I’ll give you a fair chance, because that’s just the kind of entity I am. You just try to keep her away from the shadows at all times. Mind you it would still be easier to just tell her how you feel.”

“And ruin my friendship with her? No thank you,” said Hermione.

“Oh that won’t happen,” said the shadow. “Trust me.”

“No thank you,” said Hermione. “I think I’ll trust my own judgement.”

“Well, if you insist. Good night Hermione. I do hope you’ll have a good night’s sleep. You’ll need to be well rested.”

Keeping Ginny away from the shadows was impossible, because shadows are everywhere, because it wasn’t all that difficult because the rest of the Weasley family and Harry were also everywhere. Even though Hermione’s shadowy self was obsessed with Ginny, it wasn’t stupid and knew it couldn’t come out into plain view with a lot of spectators around. Hermione, therefore, simply had to make sure someone was around Ginny pretty much all the time. It was such an easy job, in fact, that she spent most of her time in the living room reading books with Crookshanks lying in her lap.

“Hey Harry, we were planning on playing a spot of Quidditch in the back yard. Wanna join?”

Hermione looked up sharply. Fred and George had casually sauntered into the living room and wherever they casually sauntered trouble was sure to follow.

“Of course I’d like to play,” said Harry, standing up.

“Hey, what about me?” Ginny asked.

Hermione groaned inwardly. Here it came.

“Well, gee, I dunno,” said Fred.

“Girls playing Quidditch?” said George.

“Seems a bit unnatural to me,” said Fred.

“Oh ha ha, very funny,” said Ginny.

“Well, OK, we’ll go against centuries of tradition,” said Fred, pointedly ignoring Ginny’s exasperated rolling of her eyes.

“But you’ll have to get the brooms from the shed.”

Hermione stood up so suddenly Crookshanks fell to the floor and hissed his displease at her.

“No, I’ll go get them,” she said.

Everyone looked at her strangely.

“Hermione, it’s no trouble for me to go get the brooms,” said Ginny.

“No, really, I’ll do it,” said Hermione.

“Look, it’s not like I can’t handle it or anything,” said Ginny.

“I just want to do you a favour,” said Hermione.

“You don’t have to,” said Ginny.

“No, really, I insist.”

Ginny sighed. “Oh… fine then. If you really insist.”

“Well, that was weird,” said Fred, as Hermione marched past him.

“Probably a girl thing,” said George sagely, before getting punched on the arm by Ginny.

The broom shed stood a little away from the Burrow and had quite the shadowy inside so Hermione wasn’t surprised when two glowing red eyes opened to look at her.

“Hello again.”

“What do you want?” said Hermione. “Shouldn’t you be following Ginny?”

“Hmm,” said the shadow. “You know, I’ve been doing a bit of thinking.”

“Wonderful,” said Hermione.

“I think I’ll make my move tonight,” said the shadow. “Ginny’s bound to have another sex dream and it would be too good an opportunity to pass up, don’t you think?”

Hermione froze. “What are you planning?”

There was a snicker. “You know, when Ginny’s moaning and sweating and writhing and dying for someone to touch her I think I’ll do just that. I’ll pull up her nightgown start playing with her hot little pussy.”

“You certainly will not,” said Hermione.

“I certainly will,” said the shadow. “I wonder if she wears any knickers underneath. Do you know? You’ve looked at her long enough, haven’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hermione snapped.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” said the shadow. “All that matters is giving her the pleasure she craves. And if she happens to wake up, well, I’m just a shadow aren’t I? But perhaps it’d be best if you don’t watch as usual. You just keep lying in bed and listen to me bringing Ginny the ultimate pleasure again and again and again.”

“Why are you saying all this?” said Hermione.

“Because it’s what I want,” said the shadow. “It’s what you want. But unlike you, I’ll always do what I want.”

“I’ll stop you.”

The shadow snickered again. “We’ve already gone over the options. Yes, you can stop me. But you won’t and we both know it.”

And with that the shadow was gone, although Hermione thought she could still hear its laughter.

Hermione had gone back to reading her books, although Crookshanks had decided not to nestle in her lap again. She looked at the words in front of her, but much to her dismay, she couldn’t focus. The words were words, but they didn’t mean anything.

“Hey.”

Hermione looked up and swallowed hard. Ginny had walked into the room, looking a complete mess, her face red, her hair sticking to her head and with sweat everywhere. Hermione desperately tried to stop the images of Ginny moaning in the night from entering her mind, but it was a futile effort.

“Hi,” said Hermione weakly. “Who won?”

“The team Harry was on,” said Ginny, flopping down next to Hermione. “What’re you reading?”

“Shadow Selves and How To Get Rid Of Them,” said Hermione.

Ginny looked uncomfortable. “Oh,” she said.

Hermione sighed and put the book away. “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“No, no,” said Ginny. “There’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Well I said it before you, so I go first,” said Hermione. She took a deep breath. “Ginny I love you. I’ve loved you for ages and… well… I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. So there.”

“Oh,” said Ginny. “Well… I… uh… I love you too.”

“Say what?” said Hermione.

“Oh finally.”

Both Ginny and Hermione looked around.

“Where are you?” Hermione demanded.

“Under the couch of course. Could someone please close the curtains?”

Reluctantly, Ginny got up and closed the curtains. The shadow with the red eyes appeared again, but it looked different this time. It was still female and dark and everything, but its silhouette no longer resembled Hermione’s. It resembled Ginny’s.

“Hermione,” said Ginny. “Meet my shadow self.”

“What? You have one too?” said Hermione.

“What do you mean?” said Ginny.

“I think some explaining is in order,” said the shadow. “Hermione, you don’t have a shadow self. Not yet anyway. With your self-control I’m sure you wouldn’t have to deal with one for at least another month or so. No. I am Ginny’s needs and Ginny’s desires.”

“Well you looked an awful lot like me,” said Hermione accusingly.

“Of course I did, I’m a shadow. I can look however I want, more or less. Anyway, Ginny was going practically insane with her desire for you, so I came into being. My first instinct was to just go at it and seduce you, Hermione, but it soon became clear to me that I really didn’t need to. So I decided to trick you. Wasn’t that nice of me?”

“I wouldn’t really call that nice,” said Hermione.

“No? You’d be making passionate love to a shadow right now if I didn’t change my plans.” The red eyes twinkled again. “Oh god, the heights I would have driven you to. I would’ve made your existence one long voyage of sheer sensual bliss.” The shadow sighed. “But I was also obsessed with making you really, genuinely happy.”

“I’m not exactly happy right now,” said Hermione, her arms crossed.

“No. But I think it won’t take long now.”

The shadow suddenly leapt at Ginny and then disappeared into her.

“Ginny!” Hermione shrieked. “Are you alright?”

Ginny blinked once or twice. “I’m… fine. I feel a bit full, though.” The redhead turned to look at Hermione and smiled. “So you want me too, huh?”

“Uh… yeah,” said Hermione, fidgeting.

“How badly?”

“Very, I’m afraid.”

“Good.”

Ginny leaned forward and kissed Hermione. Hermione flung her arms around Ginny and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, their tongues quickly finding each other. She didn’t want this to stop, but she stopped it all the same once she felt Ginny’s hand on her breasts.

“No,” said Hermione, breaking the kiss.

“What? Why not?” Ginny whined.

“We’re in the living room. Someone could come in at any time,” said Hermione.

“Well come on then,” said Ginny, pulling Hermione up and off the couch. “To my room. Now.”

Hermione didn’t argue with that. She hurried after Ginny to their shared bedroom, let herself be flung on Ginny’s bed and eagerly tried to get her clothes off as quickly as possible. As soon as her trousers and panties were around her ankles Ginny decided that Hermione was naked enough and kissed the girl’s pussy. Hermione’s thoughts fled from her mind and her entire being became centred around Ginny’s mouth on her clit. She writhed and moaned and screamed Ginny’s name over and over again.

Ginny eagerly lapped up all of Hermione’s juices and when she heard her name being screamed, her eyes glowed red just once as the shadow disappeared forever, because it had gotten what it had always wanted.