Title: Home

Chapter Title: My December

Summary: She watched her walk across the stage, her heart plummeting. She would never see her again, she thought to herself. That is until she see's her seven years later in the most unexpected place. GWHG

Warnings: Underage drinking, semi-emo story line, and sex.

Author's Notes: This chapter (actually, the entire story) was inspired by my girlfriend, Alicia. This song is my favorite, and it has a deeper meaning to it. But I won't explain that here. No lesbian-bashing. Flames will only keep me warmer on winter nights.

And I just wish I didn't feel like there was something a miss

And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that

And I give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

"My December" by Linkin Park

Chapter One: My December

She watched from afar, her small hands gripping the edges of her chair. Her nerves were on fire as she observed what was happening just feet from her. The bushy-haired Gryffindor walked across the large stage, in a euphoric state. It is the last day, she thought. It is the last day for her at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Ginny swept her hair down, covering her eyes as she watched her shake Dumbledore's hand. Her brother walked up to her, planting a kiss on her cheek as she walked off stage. Ginny felt her heart break once more as he took her hand in his, and led her to a chair in the front row. They were laughing. Talking. Rejoicing. And here Ginny was, watching the trio graduate, and she felt no happiness for them. After all, after this, she would no longer be able to watch her. She would be off working for the Ministry, and surely she would forget about Ginny.

Hermione turned around, grinning broadly at Ginny. She managed a weak smile in return, although the emotions of loosing Hermione were building up. Ginny stood and walked out of the small theatre. It was impossible, she thought, to watch anymore.

She stepped outside, taking a long breath of the cool winter air. She was cold, her hands turning white from the freezing temperatures. She jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder, and turned around. Hermione frowned, wondering why she had left so abruptly. Ginny leaned against the building, meeting Hermione's worried gaze.

"Why did you leave?" She asked in almost a hurt voice. Merlin, Ginny thought, she's not going to let me out of this one.

Ginny stared at her for a moment, her gaze hardening as she thought of the relationship that Hermione and her brother had. They were going to get married as soon as she finished her training for the Ministry job. Ginny didn't know if she could ever look at her the same after this. Hermione was impossible, untouchable as long as her brother was alive and acting affectionate towards her.

"It was too hot in there." She lied lamely, shrugging one shoulder. She knew that Hermione could see right through her, no matter how hard she tried to hide her true emotions.

"Why have you been acting so weird lately?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice. She turned and looked away from the red head, looking out at the England skyline. She knew that something was wrong, but she couldn't place what the issue was. Ginny almost never acted like this. She shivered from the cold air.

"You're all leaving. Am I suppose to be happy about this?" Ginny retorted, turning her gaze from the Gryffindor to the skyline that she was staring at. It was beautiful. The red and oranges were mixing together with wispy clouds that were a forewarning to snow. She sighed, stepping up next to her friend, wrapping her arm around Hermione's. It was an innocent gesture, at least that's what Hermione thought. It was the only thing she could to satisfy the physical contact she craved whenever the girl was around.

There. Hermione felt it. The soft pale arm wrapped around her's gently, a small smile coming across her features at this. Any contact from Ginny felt different from the touch of her brother's. He was hesitant, almost as though he thought she didn't want it. Ginny was sure of herself and knew exactly what to do at the right time. She almost didn't want to leave, just to spend one more afternoon with her best friend.

"I'll come visit you sometime." Hermione said softly, turning to look at the red head. She was lying. She was going to become an Unspeakable for the Ministry. She wouldn't have time to see anybody. Her worked called for her full attention, and she doubted if she would even be able to stay in contact with her family, much less her close friend.

Ginny nodded her head, trying to push back the tears that were coming up to the surface. She wanted to scream and say that she would never see Hermione again. In all likely hood, she probably wouldn't. She stepped up behind her, dropping her arm and wrapped her arms around her waist, her breath ghosting over Hermione's neck. She wanted to stay here, watching the sun set.

"Hermione! Where are you?" A voice called out behind them, and Ginny jumped, removing her arms from around Hermione. A raven-haired boy stepped out the door, grinning at them both. Ginny felt a blush creeping up her neck, and rubbed her face with her hands, managing to afford a smile to Harry. He grinned, grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling her inside.

Ginny sighed and stood against the building again, her heart tearing in two as he watched them leave. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it with her wand, taking a drag from it.

It's going to be a long year, she thought to herself. She heard the faint 'pop' of three people who had just Apparated away from the theatre, and away from her life.

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