Disclaimer- I do not own Ginny or Hermione, those are of course J.K Rowling's. The idea and everything else about the story is of my imagination though.

Chapter 1- Packing

Clothes were strewn about the other wise clean looking room. Three suitcases laid open in the middle, random articles of clothing were packed haphazardly inside.

"Where the hell are they?" spoke a rather annoyed redhead digging through her closet. "Ginny!?" The redhead leaned out from her closet and looked over at her door, her mom stood in the doorway. "Yeah mom, what is it?" A round women with a soft but powerful voice spoke, "How's the packing going?" She looked around the messy room. "Great! Can't you tell?" Ginny rolled her eyes speaking sarcastically.

Soon after the girls head disappeared back in the closet, having more clothes fly out. "What exactly are you doing in there?" Ginny answered, irritated, "looking for my favorite pair of jeans, I can't find them anywhere." She huffed and got out of the closet, giving up her search for her jeans in there.

"Did you look down in the laundry room?" her mom asked. Ginny looked over at her, her eyes wide and shook her head, "no I haven't, why didn't I think of looking there in the first place?" She ran downstairs heading over to the laundry room, her mom chuckling as she watched her daughter leave in a hurry.

Ginny smiled triumphantly her favorite pair of jeans in hand, heading back up to her room. She began picking up all her clothes, this time folding them and packing them neatly in the different suitcases. About an hour later everything was packed away, and the floor of her room could be seen again. She was glad to be done with that tiresome task and headed back downstairs just in time for dinner.

It was just her parents and herself tonight. The rest of her family was out. She sat down, "mom this looks great." Her mother smiled happily, "thanks dear, I thought I would cook up something special for you since it's your last night here for awhile, seeing as you are leaving tomorrow for America for a year."

Ginny reached out and took a nice portion of her mom's special meatloaf, potatoes, and vegetables. She took a bite and sighed, "this is definitely one of the things I will be missing most when I leave for the states, your cooking mum." Ginny took another bite, her mother smiled warmly at her, "Oh Ginny dear you're so sweet. Well they better have some decent food over there, I can't have my daughter be malnourished or anything of the sort" Ginny's dad finally spoke up, "Now Molly dear, I'm sure the food will be just fine, and Ginny will be fine over there."

Ginny smiled at her dad and nodded, "Exactly dad, thanks." He smiled at his daughter, "well you are 17 an adult, and your mother and I both know you can take care of yourself. You will be fine on your own." This was why she loved her dad. He was so caring and believed in her. He was supportive in pretty much everything she did, and never took judgment on anything. Her mom was the same way, but she worried more, which was only normal for a mother.

"So Ginny, are you excited to leave tomorrow?" her dad asked.

Ginny looked up from her plate, swallowing her food before answering, "yeah, I am. Although I'm a bit nervous as well, I've never been over there so everything is going to be so new and different. "

She moved some of her food around on her plate deep in thought. This is going to be a completely new experience. I can't help but be nervous. I feel, I feel like this trip is going to change my life. That something is going to happen over there that will impact me so greatly. I just hope whatever it is, is good.

She was so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed her parents trying to get her attention, "sorry what did you guy's ask?" She set her fork done, not really having an appetite anymore and looked over at her parents.

"We were asking if you were all right dear, you seemed distracted." Her mom spoke lovingly.

She shook her head, "I'm good, just thinking about tomorrow. It's definitely going to be a new experience." She fiddled some more with her napkin and slowly stood up, "well I think done, thanks for the wonderful dinner mum." She kissed both her parents and walked up stairs to her room.

She closed the door behind her and sat on her bed, staring at her hands. Why was she getting nervous about tomorrow. She is never like this. She loves experiencing new things and doing things that aren't normally done. So why in the hell was she feeling this way?

She ran her fingers through her hair and made sure that she had everything that she was going to need for her trip. All her clothes were in order, as well as her essentials and everything else required for her stay in America. Everything was checked off in her mental list, so she decided to get ready for bed. She went through her nightly routine of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and putting on her pajamas.

She slipped into her warm bed and glanced over at the clock, 11:05pm. She would be leaving in 12 hours, crazy. She hadn't realized how tired she was until her head hit her pillow and she was out like a light.