Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Ginny/Hermione

Chapters: One-shot

Summary: Songfic to Anti-Flag's "Right to Choose." All Ginny and Hermione want is to be accepted for who they are. But will everyone else allow it?

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Song lyrics belong to Anti-Flag. The plot probably belongs to twenty-eight thousand other people since this isn't exactly original but that's okay.

Author's Note: Originally a songfic, the lyrics have been removed from this fic to comply with FF rules. Song lyrics can be found here: www (dot) plyrics (dot) com (slash) lyrics (slash) antiflag (slash) righttochoose (dot) html

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Right To Choose

They thought they had the perfect daughter. She was well-behaved, a good student...she always did everything they told her to do. Therefore, when Hermione Granger told her parents that she was in love, they weren't prepared for what came next.

"Her name is Ginny Weasley."

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Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at their daughter, her words not quite registering. Mrs. Granger seemed to snap out of her reverie first. Shaking her head, she muttered a startled, "What?"

Hermione took a deep breath and, determined to get this over with, answered her mother's unspoken question.

"Mom, Dad, I'm in love with Ginny Weasley. A girl. I'm a lesbian."

Her parents continued to look at her in shock. The silence seemed to stretch on forever. Finally her father spoke. But when he did, he didn't say what she had hoped he would.

"Get out."


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Ginny Weasley drifted along the side of the road. She felt numb. She had put off telling her parents for months, afraid of their reaction. Now that she had finally told them she felt miserable. She had known that her parents wouldn't understand. Her brothers, with whom she had been so close to all these years, had turned their backs to her as well. Wiping her eyes and pulling her jacket closer to her body, Ginny continued walking towards the apartment she shared with her lover. She hoped things that gone better with Hermione's parents.

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One look at her love told Hermione that thing's hadn't gone any better with the Weasleys than they had with her parents. Without a word the two girls embraced each other, tears rolling down both of their cheeks. Hermione collapsed onto the nearest chair, pulling Ginny down with her. They sat like that for hours, each being comforted by the person next to them.

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The next day Ginny and Hermione woke up with a different attitude. What did it matter if their friends and family didn't accept them? We don't need anybody, thought Ginny savagely; we have each other. That will be enough. It has to be. The same thoughts were swimming around Hermione's mind.

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So my parents don't support me, Hermione thought with a sigh. So what? She looked over at Ginny, whose eyes were red and puffy. But there seemed to be a look of determination etched over her face as well.


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That afternoon as Ginny and Hermione were walking back from the grocery store, Hermione reached out and clasped the younger girl's hand. Ginny looked up quizzically. Hermione just smiled and pulled her closer. Ginny read the look in her love's eyes and smiled. No words were needed. They were both thinking the same thing: we don't need anybody else as long as we've got each other.