"IF YOU THINK FOR A SINGLE MOMENT YOU CAN HIDE IN FRED AND GEORGE'S CLOSET-"
Ginny sat crouched in the repulsive, mildewed closet of her twin brothers. She winced.
"Someone in the closet, mum?" came a second voice.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, not now Fred!"
Fred knocked on the door, "Hey in there, do you see our exclusive cologne Odeur de Méfait? Fleur's got some cousins and zey look tres-"
"Ginny! If I do not see you within the next five minutes escorting your great-aunt Muriel, there will be severe consequences!" cried Mrs. Weasley.
"Like escorting Aunt Muriel?" Fred asked.
Ginny could feel the deadly stare her mother had fixed upon Fred.
"Right. Leaving," said Fred.
Their footsteps grew faint. Ginny leaned her head against a poster of the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team and let out a long breath. She walked out of the closet, smoothed her dress and hiked up her tights. Taking her time to descend the staircase, she heard a familiar squawking.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Aunt Muriel screeched, "Ginevra is certainly taking after your husband, Molly. He always did run so terribly late to social occasions. Does he still tinker with that Muggle rubbish in the shed?"
Aunt Muriel sat perched like a plucked vulture in a chair in the middle of the busy living room. Mrs. Weasley, in the adjacent dining room, had her wand raised at a large pile of napkins which were speedily folding themselves. Aunt Muriel's beady eyes spotted Ginny and her face twisted into a smile.
"Why, isn't my grand-niece the very picture of her great-aunt when she was her age! Yes, I do believe there is a picture of me cutting the same fine shape in a bathing suit," She waved a dismissive hand, "But of course, my bosom was much more-"
"Aunt Muriel," Ginny cut in, "I believe I'm helping you to your seat."
"Yes, no one else could be bothered," Aunt Muriel replied loud enough for Mrs. Weasley to hear.
"You know very well Gabrielle asked if you required any assistance!" Mrs. Weasley roared.
"Yes, well, you know how they are," Aunt Muriel muttered under her breath, swilling a glass of brandy. She looked at Ginny and gave a weary roll of the eyes as if to indicate something rather obvious about the entire country of France.
At once, a quiet red-headed boy stooped by Aunt Muriel and asked for her arm. Perplexed, but not overly surprised by yet another freckled Weasley boy, she was lifted out of the chair.
"Finally! A real gentleman!" Aunt Muriel cried.
Cousin Barny winked saucily to Ginny, who blushed deeply and mouthed her thanks to him.
Before her mother could assign another task, she slipped out into the backyard. Two figures talked sharply near a flutterby bush. As Ginny approached, she could pick out words exchanged between the two heated parties.
"...But Scrimgeour told us all that..."
"...by all means, why don't you tell her..."
"...if you've got any sense at all, Ronald..."
"Hi," Ginny interrupted.
Hermione jumped a little in surprise. Ron's eyes caught his sister's and scanned her. What was he looking for? Hickies? Tear stains?
"Hello, Ginny," Hermione replied stiffly, clearing her throat.
"Ron," Ginny said, pretending not to notice his intense scrutiny, "mum's about ready to rip an arm off in there. Probably best to stay out here."
"Stellar advice. I supposed you've seen Harry lately?" Ron replied hotly.
Ginny snarled and threw Ron against the wall, her arm pressing into his throat. He choked.
"Ginny!" Hermione cried out in alarm.
"Don't think I won't hex you on your brother's wedding day!" Ginny screeched, pressing her wand to Ron's nose.
"Hey! Sorry, alright?" Ron spluttered, hands raised in surrender.
Ginny, disgusted, released Ron. As he rubbed his throat she stared hard at him.
"Mum's only this barking mad because she's worried about you three. But everyone else knows that this is what you have to do," Ginny looked towards Hermione, "And you have my support. Dumbledore's Army gives you their support."
Ron's cheeks burned red, he kept his eyes on the grass, nodding along.
"Now are you going to lay off being a complete bugger about everyone I snog or would you rather have a nose full of bat bogeys?" Ginny whispered, gripping her wand tightly.
"I'm sorry about what I said, Ginny. Honestly. It's just that Harry's my best mate."
"He's also Hermione's," Ginny responded, "And she never gets her knickers twisted over any of this nonsense."
As if re-ignited, Ron responded, "But she's not your older brother! This is entirely different."
"Why does it have to be?" Ginny responded with clenched fists, "I'm also friends with Hermione. What if I think it's weird to see the way my brother and my friend-"
"DON'T!" Ron yelled, wand raised at Ginny, who drew her wand in the same bristling moment.
"Oi!" George called out from a window above their head. His necktie was loosened and he looked thoroughly busy, "Do I have to throw a boot at you lot?"
"I thought you were supposed to help Dad with the marquee?" Ron asked, scratching his head.
"And I thought you were supposed to get with Hermione by N.E.W.T.s but I suppose some of us owe their business partner five galleons, hmm?" George snapped, shutting the window closed.
Horrified, Ron looked around but saw that his sister and Hermione had disappeared.
"Were you really going to hex your own brother?" Hermione laughed, her hands on the zipper of Ginny's dress, sliding it off.
"How else could you ever put up with the things that crawl out of his mouth? Honestly, I've met trolls who've got better sense than my brother," Ginny responded, her fingers hooked on her lace panties, rolling them down her thighs.
There was a pause and Ginny turned around in the dark supplies closet. Hermione bit her lip.
"What am I going to do without you?" Hermione whispered.
Ginny rubbed her hand on Hermione's bare shoulder, kissing her neck tenderly. Hermione gasped a little, running her hands through Ginny's red hair.
"After the wedding, it will just be me," Hermione continued with a tremor, "and Harry...and Ron. That's all I'll have. It could be ages before we find even one thing on our list, you know."
Ginny slid a dress strap off Hermione's shoulder.
"Oh, and I know it is simply ridiculous and mad to still have these horrible feelings for Ron. Even after you, and Luna, and Daniella, of course."
Her voice had become raspy with emotion with the final name. Ginny nodded, her hands palming Hermione's sweet breast. It was warm and felt soft in Ginny's hand. Ginny's other hand had traveled down, tickling Hermione's pale thighs, which had grown flush.
"Even after that fight we had months ago, I still don't know if any of it got through to him. I just don't know how much longer I can hold out for him, waiting for him to not be such a-a-a bleeding clod all the time."
Ginny brushed her fingers back and forth along Hermione's lovely sex. It was wet, already pulsing with desire. Hermione brought out both hands to hold onto shelves in order to steady herself. The straps of her dress had brought down the top part of her dress, revealing her soft pink aureolas. She looked magnificent partially undressed, thought Ginny.
Ginny had pleasured a decent amount of men and women in her time. But there was simply nothing so fine as pleasuring Hermione. She was utterly beautiful. She loved how the tightly wound Hermione could be loosened up with a few strokes, a few licks.
At once, Ginny seized Hermione in her arms and they held each other in a passionate kiss. Tears were falling down Hermione's face, but Ginny lapped them up. Tongues rolled, lips brushed, hands roamed. Ginny groaned into Hermione's mouth, so desperate to take in the beautiful Gryffindor.
Hermione's hand slid away from Ginny's neck and onto her chest. Suddenly, Hermione pushed Ginny onto a pile of rags stacked towards the back. Hermione had never asserted herself like this, but Ginny did not mind.
Sitting on her knees, Hermione gently spread Ginny's legs apart. Ginny looked up at Hermione, her wild curls fanning her face, cheeks rosy, pink lips open, eyes focused on Ginny's trembling slit. Hermione drew a finger up and Ginny had to suppress a luscious moan.
Hermione brought her mouth down upon her and Ginny almost called out in pleasure. Hermione had become an expert on licking, her tongue lovingly rolling up and down Ginny's hole. At once, the red-head melted, her legs sliding down, her head hanging to the side, a lazy hand scratching Hermione's golden curls.
"Ooohhh," Ginny moaned faintly.
Hermione's tongue was hot and busy. Her face massaged either side of Ginny's thighs as her tongue plied Ginny open. Hermione brought her tongue up to Ginny's clitoris and flicked it, her tongue tapping it deliciously. As she did this, Hermione brought up two fingers and tenderly prodded Ginny's entrance.
"Oh, please, Hermione," Ginny whispered feverishly.
Hermione teased her vagina a few times, sliding her fingers in by centimeters then pulling them back out. It ached Ginny. She needed this.
With a moan from Hermione, she drove her fingers inside Ginny's warm cunt. Ginny moaned in pleasure as Hermione slowly brought her fingers all the way inside and then back out again. Each time felt almost slower and Ginny could barely be kept from climaxing. Why was Hermione going so bloody slow?
"Pleeeeeeease, Hermione," Ginny begged.
Hermione laughed a little, "What? Does my kitten need a good fucking?"
Ginny could only nod, both her hands pulling at Hermione's hair tightly.
Hermione sat up a little and placed her mouth by Ginny's ear, her fingers still inside her.
"Close your eyes and let me fuck you like this," Hermione whispered.
Ginny obeyed.
"Yes, you know how to behave when I fuck you, don't you? Let me fuck your pussy when you need that," Hermione continued, her fingers moving slightly, almost imperceptibly faster.
Hermione quickly brought out her wand and produced a silencing charm.
"Let's see how my little slut likes her fucking."
Ginny moaned loudly, "Oh!"
"Yes, that's good. That's so good," Hermione encouraged, her fingers pulsing quickly in and out.
Hermione bent down and drove her fingers in and out. Her other hand lightly circled Ginny's clitoris. Ginny was about to reach orgasm, her back arching.
"Hmmmmmmm," Ginny moaned uncontrollably.
Hermione brought her head down and her tongue sucked Ginny's clitoris as her fingers pounded her wildly. All at once, Ginny came in a bright flash of lust.
"OHHH!"
Hermione, unsurprisingly, had mastered a spell that tidied them up back to their original appearance. The two girls scurried downstairs to the ceremony.
As Ginny slid into position as bridesmaid everyone turned to face Fleur as she processed down the aisle. Ginny quickly linked the gift Hermione had given her in the closet. It was a necklace with a long silver chain and locket. Ginny turned towards the the bride and for the first time, smiled genuinely towards Fleur, who nodded her head in a kind gesture.
The madness of a wedding at a time like this, thought Ginny. You had to be either barking mad or stupidly brave.
And which was she?