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08 August 2006 @ 11:20 pm
FIC: "Winner Takes All" for paradise_loved  
Title: Winner Takes All
Recipient: paradise_loved
Pairing: Ginny/Cho (various implications)
Rating: Soft R
Warnings: Angsty, mention of slash
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish it was mine!
Summary: In that split second, Ginny finally realises why it is her thoughts have turned to Cho so often in recent months.
Notes: Thanks to my beta.

If she's being honest with herself, which, as the youngest child and only daughter in a family of loud, obnoxious boys, she seldom is, Ginny supposes there's nothing actually wrong with Cho Chang, not as a person anyway. The trouble is, she's never really had the chance to see the glamorous Ravenclaw seeker as anything other than what she is: a rival. Not that Cho knows it, of course, no; she's far too absorbed in fairytale-castle world, full of mirrors and laughter, and a carpet of boys at her feet. But Ginny hates her all the same. Hates her for being so beautiful, for that curtain of ebony-silk hair, for those elegantly slanted dark eyes that leave Harry breathless and spellbound. Hates her for never even realising what she’s doing.

Ginny watches Cho at the ball, wrapped in white Chinese silk with her hair studded with silver combs. She's dancing with Cedric, who remains ever the perfect gentleman, whilst innocently ignoring Harry's snatched glances at her over Parvati's shoulder. Ginny watches, and wonders whether Harry would look at her that way if robes fitted properly, emphasising the figure she doesn't yet have, and her hair swished down her back like Cho's does. She winces as Neville steps on her foot yet again, and doubts it.

Later that evening she wanders outside to give her poor toes a rest, welcoming the way the darkness clings damply to her flushed skin. The garden is lined with couples enjoying the cool air and the opportunities night gives them to explore the unknown. Light glitters off white silk, and her eyes are drawn to Cho's elegant outline, pressed up hard against the castle wall, pale hands clutching the shoulders of the boy kissing her. Ginny turns away, disgusted at the notion that anyone could choose to be kissing that Diggory boy instead of Harry. That's when she notices Cedric heading back into the Great Hall, dark hair tousled and cheeks pink, followed a moment later by a guilty-looking Marcus Flint.

Ginny's eyes dart back to the couple by the wall long before her mind can comprehend what she's seeing. Cho has her hips thrust forward and her eyes closed, gasping and squirming against the silver-clad figure before her. Ginny takes a step forward, entranced, straining to see the face of Cho's hidden lover. The moonlight reflects off one of the windows, catching the flow of white-blonde hair cascading over Cho's open robes. For a split second, Ginny is looking directly into the wild and fiery eyes of the beautiful Fleur Delacour.


The Triwizard Tournament is over. Cedric is dead, and Cho's eyes remain red-rimmed all through months of dealing with the intolerable Professor Umbridge, secret D.A. meetings, and one utter failure that should have been a date with Harry. Ginny can't work out whether to be depressed on Harry's behalf, or secretly relieved that she still might be in with a chance. Either way, she still feels an uncontrollable fury towards Cho, festering darkly beneath her skin, inexplicable, yet burning all the same.

Then Luna kisses her, and everything changes.

"Why?" she demands, confused and almost afraid, wiping her lips hastily on the back of her sleeve.

Luna shrugs.

"You seemed unhappy," she answers dreamily, as if kissing your best friend is nothing out of the ordinary. "Besides," she adds as an afterthought, "you might be wanting the practice."

Ginny longs to throw it back in Luna's face, to scream at her about all the sloppy kisses shared with Michael, the way his clumsy hands fumble at the buttons of her blouse as he tries to force one of his legs between his thighs. But there's a look in Luna's far-off eyes, a kind of distant, secret knowing, that makes her remain silent, giving Luna a slight nod of acceptance, After that it doesn't seem so important anymore, and Luna seems to forget the event ever happened, drifting through life with her usual other-worldly grace.


It's raining outside. Ginny's sodden blouse clings to her skin and her hair plasters itself to her face and neck. She doesn't care as she strides purposefully around the grounds, past the lake, alongside the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards the Quidditch pitch. She doesn't know where she's going, or why - she just knows that she has to get out of the castle, away from the cuddling couples, from the mounting tension between her brother and Hermione that she's not supposed to understand, away from Harry, and the brotherly smiles he keeps sending her.

"I was hoping to be alone, but I suppose I'm not the only one who finds the atmosphere in there a little stifling."

Ginny spins around, but she knows it'll be Cho standing behind her, silky hair falling like a dark waterfall down her back, her thin dress semi-transparent and tight in the rain.

"What do you want?"

"To be alone, same as you, I imagine." Cho smiles a little nervously. "You're Ginny Weasley, aren't you? Ron's sister?"

Ginny gasps, hurt and furious that Cho, the girl she hasn't stopped thinking about for over a year, doesn't even know who she is.

"You bitch!" Cho takes a step back, her perfect features arranged in an expression of innocent confusion, but Ginny doesn't stop. "You stupid bitch! Are you that self-centred, that blind?" She's crying now, although the raindrops hide her tears, and for that she is grateful. "He loves you. All this time he's loved you, and what do you do? You have no idea how lucky you are, no idea what you could have had, what you took away from me!"

"I've no idea what you're talking about?" Cho ventures, anger beginning to blossom in her pale cheeks, and Ginny knows deep down that it's true, that Cho really doesn't understand all the pain she's caused her over the years. When she thinks about it rationally, Ginny can hardly make sense of it either. It's not Cho's fault Harry likes her. Not Cho's fault she's so flawless, with such deep, searching eyes, and such soft, crimson lips…

The kiss takes both of them completely by surprise. When they break away neither of them speak, and for Ginny, the whole world seems to hang in the balance. Then her back comes up against a tree, the rough bark chafing her through her damp blouse. But the slight discomfort hardly matters as Cho's lips meet her own, and she finds herself mimicking Cho's position under Fleur on the night of the Yule Ball. Her skin is hot and flushed despite the icy downpour, and Cho's smooth hands sliding up under her shirt do nothing to cool her. But suddenly she doesn't want to be cooled. Cho's mouth is velvet-soft and burning, a world away from the scratching stubble and harsh tongue of Michael Corner.

But Ginny isn't thinking of Michael Corner as Cho's palms meet her bared breasts and the world begins to spin. And after that it's just a delicious blur of icy fire invading her blood and a wetness between her legs that has nothing to do with the rain. She moans into Cho's shoulder, begging her to go further, to go lower, unconsciously spreading her thighs. And when Cho finally indulges her, fingers darting under her skirt and tugging her knickers down with one sharp twist, she cannot help but bite down hard into Cho's flesh. Cho utters a small sound that could be a laugh or could be a gasp, before focussing her full attention on the hand between Ginny's legs.

She is unprepared for the wave of heated pleasure that hits her, knocking her senseless, until she is help up only by Cho's fingernails digging sharply into her thighs. There's a flash of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder, and for a moment, Ginny recognises the wild fire in Cho's eyes. Harry suddenly seems unimportant compared to the way the blood pounds through her head at the memory of what they have just done, and perhaps in that split second, Ginny finally realises why it is her thoughts have turned to Cho so often in recent months.

But then Cho is laughing and turning away, adjusting her dress as she heads back towards the castle, and the recent pleasure begins to morph back into familiar hatred.


Luna watches her oddly, from time to time, but then Luna watches everyone oddly, so Ginny pretends not to notice. She wonders if Harry will ever look at her the way he used to look at Cho, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore. She wonders if Cho will ever look at her that way, or indeed at all, but she doesn't wonder much – it always hurts too much. So Ginny resigns herself to the knowledge that her first impressions of Cho Chang were entirely correct. As a person, she might be halfway to all right, but Cho was never anything other than a rival, and a deadly one at that. Ginny hopes that, one day, she'll be able to admit she lost.
like a motherfucking stoner praetoriusstephanometra on August 9th, 2006 01:35 pm (UTC)
The language in this piece is gorgeous. ♥
lee: Femslash kissingsnegurochka_lee on August 9th, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)
Oh cool, I really liked this! I like the structure of it, with different moments between them, and the shared strand of Harry is so interesting. I also love the Fleur and Luna cameos - you've created this wonderful female-centric world where they all flow between each other independently of the guys (something, say, Marauders slash has been doing for the guys for ages, but I've never seen a similar dynamic for a femslash story).

Great job!
it's like talking to soup: tell them how i am defying gravitywaxrose on August 11th, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)
Lovely writing and very hot! *applauds*
Patmove_like_moses on August 11th, 2006 11:35 pm (UTC)
Wow. I hereby dub this fic the best that I have read all week. :]
safety scissors and glitter: Women - vintage erotica smoking ladycanellaphile on August 14th, 2006 04:58 pm (UTC)
This is for girlykisses: Is this the last post for hp_lovebirds? Just curious. :D
safety scissors and glitter: Luna/Pansy - animecanellaphile on August 14th, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
Ooh, this was fantastic to read! It's great how you've captured that Ginny could be having complex feelings about Harry and Cho and the people in her life. And nice touch with Fleur. ;)
Dellarandellaran on August 8th, 2007 05:30 pm (UTC)
Bucket icon love
That userpic is seriously wrong... and I love it. :) May I adopt it?