-1Chapter 1 - You are who you are…

"Mum…"

"What is it Ginny?" Molly turned around to face her crying daughter. "Ginny darling what's wrong?"

"No I shouldn't have…I…you'll hate me," she turned to head for the door of the kitchen to the outside world.

Molly had no idea what was going, but Ron had just come downstairs and stopped Ginny from leaving, giving her a great big bear hug. "Mum is not going to hate you, I've already told you that. I'm here, and I'll stay here until you tell her."

"Tell me what, what is going on the two of you?"

"I'm different mum. I don't think you're going to like it."

"Come here sweetheart," Molly held her arms out for Ginny to come into. "Whatever it is you can tell me. I'm your mum. I could never hate you."

"I'm…mum…I…I'malesbian." Ginny had mumbled a bit through it and rather quickly, hoping that her mother wouldn't catch on.

"What's that dear? Slow down."

"I…I like girls…as in…I'm a lesbian."

This did of course come as a shock to Mrs. Weasley as she always thought her daughter would be the one to find someone to settle down with since she was so beautiful. She also figured that Ginny would be likely to be a mother. "I've no problem with that Ginny. Shocked, a bit, but I want you to be happy with your life."

"Really?" she was still crying a bit but the tears were subsiding quite the lot.

Molly gave Ginny a tight squeeze and kissed the top of her head, "yes sweetheart. I'm guessing you finally told me because you fancy someone?"

"I do…and I've no idea how to approach her and well, I mean, I've already talked to Ron about it and he said she's the same way I am but, I just, I can't tell her, what if she hates me? What if she thinks because I'm younger I'm not worth it?"

Molly felt a bit confused but then had remembered that Hermione'd had a rather long conversation with Ron at the beginning of the summer on how she could no longer date him because she thought she liked girls. Mind you she still liked boys, but as nothing more then just friends. Ron was more understanding then Molly had predicted he would be. She'd actually had this same kind of conversation with Hermione when she'd stopped by at the beginning of the summer holiday. "Is it Hermione?"

Ginny simply nodded and started crying a bit again. "She dated Ron though, and she…why would she ever…I'm just not…"

Molly embraced her daughter yet again and held onto her this time. "You should just talk to Hermione about this. You know, it was brave of you to come down and tell me what's been bugging you all summer, don't think I haven't noticed, but now you need to talk to Hermione just the same."

"On the train back? Because that'll be a grand idea, right in the middle of everyone else, like Harry, and Luna…and Neville. None of them even know I'm…"

"Hermione is coming here early so she can spend a few days with all of us before you all head off to school. Plus she was invited to Bill and Fleur's wedding."

"I completely forgot about that, how could I? Although Fleur hasn't been bugging me about it. She just told me to find gold dress robes and that I was going to be one of her bridesmaids."

"You are, and Hermione will be here for it. I suggest you talk to her before the wedding though."

"When is she going to…"

At that moment, Ginny heard a pop and saw Hermione standing in the living room. Her heart stopped and she froze completely.

"Is anyone home? I owled but I didn't know if it had gotten to you all," Hermione crept her way towards the kitchen and was immediately embraced by Ron.

"How're you 'Mione?"

"Ron! It's been a long summer. I could be better. Mum and dad didn't take well to my news. They said it's wrong, but mum's a bit better about it then dad. She's come to terms with the fact that she can't change me, much as she wants to." Hermione noticed Ginny standing still with a blank look on her face. She let go of Ron and ran up to Ginny and hugged her. "Gin! I've missed you!"

Ginny tensed against Hermione but forced herself to hug the girl.

"Ginny what's wrong? It's not like I'm going to hurt you."

"I…I have to…" she got out of Hermione's grasp and ran upstairs to her room, throwing herself onto the bed.

"Ron what was that all about?" Hermione had finally looked up after a few minutes of being in shock.

Ron walked over to Hermione and led her to have a seat at the table. "Pumpkin Juice?" Ron offered.

"She's my best friend so why did she just run away from me? She always told me she didn't have a problem with my liking girls…so it can't be that…I just don't…"

Ron cut her off, "Gin's been going through a lot this summer. She nearly forgot about the wedding and she hasn't talked to you practically all summer long."

"I've owled though…and I want her to feel free to talk to me."

"Give her time."

"When did you get so smart Ronald?"

"When I realized I needed to stop being a git. Go up there, she could probably use seeing you.."

"Are you sure? She just ran away from me."

"Yes, now go."

Hermione listened to Ron and walked upstairs, knocking on Ginny's door. She received no reply, but the door was unlocked, so she went in.

"Ginny…"

"Go away…" Ginny was crying into her pillow and her voice was muffled quite the lot.

Hermione walked over to the bed and sat down next to Ginny, as Ginny turned to her to tell her to go away once again, Hermione moved a bit of hair away from Ginny's face. "What's wrong Gin? You used to tell me everything."

"Just please…go away…just…" she started crying more and turned back into her pillow.

"I'm not going away…even if you hex me, I won't." She offered a small smile to Ginny when she turned back up.

Ginny longed to kiss Hermione, and knew that she couldn't. It was beyond grasp to believe that she was in fact a lesbian, and she didn't feel she could admit that to Hermione. "How can I admit something to you that I had a hard enough time admitting to my mum?"
"Simple, say whatever it is out loud and pretend I'm not even here."

"You think that's simple…you're sitting right there…so patient…so kind…so beautiful…" she nearly mumbled the last part.

Hermione thought she'd heard it, but was quite unsure. As much of a best friend as Ginny was, she'd always hoped beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, Ginny were the same as her. "What was that?"

"I said…you're beautiful," she bit her bottom lip, not even believing she'd said that. "Mione I'm…I…"

Hermione cut Ginny off by leaning down and kissing her very gently. She released the kiss and looked at the girl of her dreams, who still had her eyes closed. Ginny cut the small distance between the two and kissed Hermione back, feeling like things were strangely, almost too strangely, falling into place. As soon as she backed away, she regretted kissing Hermione back.

"I'm sorry…I just…"

"Gin, no." She put a finger up to Ginny's lips to stop the redhead from talking. "I've been waiting for three years to do that. Three years of wondering if it was true that I liked you as more then a friend. Three years of believing that I could get rid of my slight obsession. Dating Ron in between it all just to see if I was what everyone considered normal. You were still there though. Nothing to lose, but so interested in boys. I didn't want it to be true."

"And it never was. I put on a mask. I didn't want to face who I really was. Harry figured it all out before I did. I guess that's why we never dated but he'd always talk to me just the same. I kissed him once, on a whim, and do you've any idea what he said to me?"

"I don't talk to Harry about…"

"He said, 'Ginny you're in love…but not with me, and I'm ok with that.' He walked away, and I had no idea at the time what he meant. So I kept bugging him until he'd say a little more to me. Finally he said 'well everyone else might be oblivious, even Hermione herself, but you are always looking at her, and there's something in your eyes when you do. It's time you see that in yourself.'"

"Wise, and truthful. Ginny I've never really understood why, or how, but what I know is that, I really like you. More then a girl should normally like another girl. I think you're intelligent, wonderfully athletic, gorgeous, and the one person I can fully understand without feeling like there's some kind of unknown pressure to be perfect around. Three years…"

Hermione was cut off by Ginny sitting up and kissing her, tangling her hands deeply into the brunette's locks. "And you could have said something to me…" she immediately went back to kissing Hermione.

Hermione broke the kiss off, but not after feeling so much emotion that she hardly knew how to contain it all. "You are who you are Ginerva Molly Weasley…and I think I'm in love with you."