Authors Note: This story contains infidelity & femmeslash. If you are offended by either I strongly suggest finding a different fic to read.

This is my first time writing Hermione/Ginny and only my second fanfic. The purpose of this fic isn't to flow nicely like most stories, instead it is to show the reader 12 events (one during each month of the year) in the lives of Hermione and Ginny. Fear not though, there is a plot that will untangle itself with time. :)

Also, I'm currently looking for a Beta for this if anyone is interested. Feel free to PM me.

Chapter One - January 5th, 2003

"Do you, Audrey Guinevere take Percy Ignatius?"

"I do."

"Then I declare you bonded for life."

As Percy and Audrey embraced in a passionate kiss the crowd around them erupted with cheers. Hermione stood at the edge of the crowd, smiling as she took in the scene in front of her. George, Angelina, and their two children stood together, laughing as George made teasing comments towards the newlywed couple. Charlie stood beside them, chuckling to himself as he listened to George's mildly inappropriate commentary. Bill and Fleur stood to their right, while their daughter, Victoire, quietly napped in her grandmother's arms. To Mrs. Weasley's right stood Harry and Ginny; As Hermione's eyes passed over the red headed witch she smiled to herself. Despite the fact that Ginny was currently struggling with her restless one year old son, James, the young witch still held an air of elegance and beauty that captivated Hermione.

"Almost sickening, isn't it? How sweet it is." Ron Weasley, who stood behind Hermione, whispered into her ear, interrupting her thoughts.

"I think it's beautiful, actually" Hermione replied, allowing her gaze to leave Ginny for a moment in order to admire the bride and groom, who were now happily chatting with Mr. Weasley.

"Knew you'd say that. Want to know what I find beautiful, though?"

"What's that?"

Ron tugged her arm lightly, leading her to a quieter area of the tent. Like Bill and Fleur, Percy and Audrey had chosen to wed at the Burrow, under a beautiful floating tent placed strategically to hide the part of the yard that contained garden gnomes and Mr. Weasley's tool shed.

"You." Ron replied, his cheeks suddenly growing almost as red as his hair.

Hermione blushed before turning away to return her gaze to the beautiful red headed witch that a few moments ago had only been a few feet away.

"Where'd Ginny go?" Hermione asked Ron, her eyes hastily scanning the tent.

"No idea. You know, you and I could disappear for a moment or so too. Head up to my old bedroom. I'm sure no one would notice." Ron's eyebrows raised suggestively.

"Ron!" Hermione said, swatting at his arm. "I can't believe you'd even think about that at your own brother's wedding!"

"Oh, come on 'Mione, what difference does it make what day it is? Besides, I'm pretty sure Perc is thinking of the same thing, the ol' dog. Look at the way he's looking at Audrey."

"He's looking at her with love in his eyes! They just got married!"

"Yeah, well, love doesn't mean a bloke can't be horn-"

"Ron!" Hermione said, swatting his arm again.

"What? It's the truth! Which brings me back to my earlier suggestion..."

Hermione simply shook her head at Ron before moving her attention to the crowd that was now spread out throughout the tent. Hermione's glazed quickly passed over the busy dance floor, making it's way towards the seating area where one witch sat by herself.

"Mind if I join you?" Hermione asked as she sat down beside the younger witch.

"Of course not. What's up? Why does Ron look so flabbergasted?" Ginny asked, her naturally inquisitive nature coming out.

"Oh, he's just mad that I think it'd be impolite for him and I to... go for a walk,"

Despite Hermione's quick improvise Ginny cocked an eyebrow, fully understanding what Ron had wanted, and what Hermione had refused, to do.

"He'll get over it, the pig. Do men ever think of anything else?"

"I'm beginning to wonder that myself," Hermione muttered. Although her and Ron regularly participated in such... activities, Hermione couldn't help but notice that it never seemed to be often enough for Ron.

"Not that I mind, of course," Ginny replied with a slight smile. "In all honesty women are probably just as bad as men when it comes to that. We just have enough tact to avoid talking about all 365 days of the year."

Hermione chuckled slightly before shifting her eyes, which until this point had been pointedly focused on Ginny's bare collar bone, to look at the dance floor. Conversations like this always left Hermione feeling uncomfortable and slightly abnormal.

"Anyway, like I said, Ron will get over it. Especially once you two leave for the night with you in that dress. You look positively stunning, Hermione."

Ginny's compliment brought a smile to Hermione's face, for some inexplicable reason. Hermione reasoned that it was likely due to Ginny's genuine nature - she somehow knew that Ginny sincerely meant every compliment she dropped Hermione's way.

"Thanks, Gin. You look gorgeous, as always. I'm pretty sure that everyone's been looking at you all night."

"Everyone besides my husband," Ginny noted, the bitterness in her voice leaving Hermione with an urge to hug the girl.

"Harry? I'm sure he's just busy having fun with James, Gin. He loves him so much, it's really quite sweet."

"Yes, well, it wouldn't kill him to ask his own wife for a dance. Not that I expected him to. I don't understand couples like my parents; they seem to fall in love more and more everyday. Harry and I have only been married two and a half years and we've already lost our spark."

"Oh Gin, don't say that. You two love each other! The stress is probably just causing you two to feel disconnected. Think about it, you're having trouble finding work, you're stuck at home watching James, cleaning up and doing chores all day. That must be hard for you – especially because you and I both know that you're smart enough and talented enough to do something spectacular in the workforce." Ginny seemed almost surprised by Hermione's words, although by the look in Ginny's eyes Hermione knew that her words rang true. "And then there's Harry – being an auror is a stressful job. Plus he's been through so much, he's probably having trouble living a 'normal' life."

"You really are brilliant, 'Mione," Ginny said with a warm smile. "I'm just being overdramatic, honestly. I'm happy. I just can't help but get frustrated with him every now and then."

Hermione smiled at Ginny's word choice. Although Ginny often grew annoyed with her husband Hermione would never describe Ginny's attitude as "frustrated". Angry, mad, hot-headed, sure. Frustrated? No. That term was much too civil for a woman of Ginny Potter's passionate fury.

"Anyway, something tells me that my moron of a brother wants a moment alone with you."

"Oh?"

"Well, considering that he's standing behind you making hand gestures for me to leave..."

"What?" Hermione asked before turning her neck to look over her shoulder. Sure enough Ron stood a few feet behind Hermione's chair. "I better go speak with him then. Try to cheer up, Gin. I hate seeing all alone over here."

"Of course," Ginny said, forcing a smile to her face. "Thanks for the company, 'Mione."

Hermione simply smiled in reply before making her way towards Ron, who's face, for some reason, had seemed to lose almost all colour.

"I'm really sorry for earlier, Hermione. I was only teasing, but it was rude and I shouldn't have said that."

"Er, it's quite alright..." Quite confused and surprised by Ron's out of character apaology.

"Good. I had something I've been meaning to ask you. I was going to ask earlier, but then I messed up by making those comments... And well, there's never a time like the present, right? Anyway, speaking of time... Well, we've been together for a while now, haven't we? And I can't help but think that it makes sense for us to move forward." Ron's face was now ghostly white, his body obviously stricken with anxiety. Slowly, as he dug around in his jacket's pocket, Ron took a deep breath before continuing. "And, the thing is, I really do love you 'Mione. I always have. And, well, we've been through a lot and I'm sure we can get through anything. Plus, I trust you, and I know you trust me. We'd never do anything to hurt each other, would we? And, well... I don't really know what I'm saying anymore. I just..."

"You just..." Hermione prompted, part of her hoping that Ron would forget. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this conversation, and Hermione wanted no part of it.

Reaching into his pocket, Ron pulled out a small silver ring containing a small diamond shaped heart.

"I was just wondering if you'd... be willing... to... be my wife."

"Oh, Ron, I don't know what to say." Hermione said truthfully, her mind quite unsure how to respond to this proposition. Although the two had been dating for four years Hermione had never thought about marrying Ron.

"Well, I find yes tends to go over best when this sort of question comes up." Ron joked, the colour slowly coming back to his face.

"Oh, well, of course. Yes. Yes, I'd... love to. I love you." Hermione said shakily, adding in the 'I love you' as an afterthought.

"I love you too, Hermione."

With a huge grin on his face Ron leaned forward to claim Hermione's lips in a kiss quite different from every other kiss they'd shared. Although Hermione was sure this kiss was more passionate than most of their kisses, it didn't feel quite right. Of course, Hermione reminded herself, she had just been proposed to, and was likely experiencing a bad case of nerves.

"I can't believe we're going to get married!" Ron exclaimed as he broke the kiss, causing the a few of the guests to look over inquisitively at the couple.

"I just proposed," Ron explained sheepishly to the onlookers, causing a squeal of excitement to leave his mother and sister.

Before Hermione truly knew what was happening she found herself being swarmed by Weasley's, all of whom were wishing excited congratulations.

"Thank you," A very smothered Hermione replied, as her eyes searched the crowd for one particular red head.

"Oh, 'Mione! Can you believe it! This means we'll officially be family now!" Ginny said as she made her way through the crowd to hug Hermione. "Looks like my idiot brother finally did something right"

Hermione chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Ginny, cherishing the quick closeness the two were able to share before being interrupted by George's cheerful voice.

"To my brothers, Ron and Percy," George said as he raised his glass to the two men, causing everyone to mimic his movement. "And mainly, to Audrey and Hermione's health: Merlin knows they both belong in St. Mungo's if they're crazy enough to willingly become a member of this family."

As the crowd laughingly raised their glasses to her and Audrey, Hermione felt an odd sense of anxiety sweep over her body. Although she had no doubt that she was meant to become a Weasley, she could, unlike Ron, easily imagine her life with someone besides her fiancé.