A/N: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter, that is all J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is a femslash of Ginny/Hermione so if you can't handle it then hit the back button. This is completely AU and has some small spoilers for the Deathly Hallows movie. But if you enjoy it, hit the review button and tell me why and if you don't enjoy it…tell me why.
Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley looked out her kitchen window, hands rushing repeatedly through the dish towel as she sighed heavily and flicked her bangs behind her ears. The feeling of long arms stringing around her waist caused her to smile lightly as she tipped her head to the side.
"What's on your mind, love?" A gentle voice whispered and Hermione turned to snuggle her head in her wife's chest.
"Just wondering where the kids are," Hermione replied and Ginny chuckled before holding her wife closer and kissing the top of her caramel locks.
"Relax, Mione, they'll be fine. Their just like me, after all." Ginny reminded her as she released the older woman.
Hermione narrowed her eyes before smiling playfully, "That's what I fear."
Hermione and Ginny had been married for twelve years and, with Ron's help, Hermione had given birth to two beautiful children; first came Rose Molly Weasley who had inherited Hermione's fuzzy, cameral locks and Ginny's bright hazel eyes.
The young girl was brilliant beyond her age and could read a book within an hour, but had also taken after Ron and Ginny's rebellious ways and sarcastic attitudes. Rose was three years away from joining Harry and Luna's son, James, at Hogwarts while her younger brother still had seven years.
Hugo Harry Weasley was a fiery hazel eyed red-head who thought with his fists more than his brain, just like Ginny his protectiveness of Hermione was strong and his attitude was hostile and dangerous leaving his mothers desperate for control.
Hermione and Ginny's home was much like the Burrow, it had a comfortable feel and was large enough to hold guests that flooded in and out during the holidays. Hermione kept it spotless and managed to keep the materials of Ginny's Holyhead Harpies Quidditch gear cleaned up while trying to keep up with her job at the Ministry.
Hermione wondered over to the living room and listened to the faint sounds of Ginny's foot falls following her. They stood in silence for a few moments before their front door flew open as a red head and a brunette came stumbling in, wiping blood from their faces.
"Bloody hell, what happened?" Ginny demanded as she hurried to her son and daughter, Hermione grabbing their son and pulling him towards the couch as Ginny did the same with their daughter, both plopping down and pulling the children into their laps.
"Scorpius is what happened," Rose spat out as she glanced at her mothers and watched Hermione frown and turn her gaze to Hugo.
"What do you mean Malfoy?" Ginny hissed through clenched teeth; Scorpius Malfoy had taken after his father in every way possible, he was devious and cruel with a tendency to target Rose.
"The bloody git talked bad about Mummy again," Hugo explained as he stared at Hermione who furrowed her brow in wonder.
"Language, Hugo." Hermione scolded as she glanced at Ginny for assistance.
"Hugo, sweetie, what is it that Scorpius was saying?" Ginny questioned cautiously, looking into the eyes of the four-year-old's.
"I don't think I outta say it, Mum." Hugo muttered with a small blush, but Rose cleared her throat and demanded the attention.
"Rosie?" Hermione whispered and her daughter bit her lip and moved out of Ginny's embrace and into Hermione's.
With their eyes locked the seven-year-old grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled it into her own lap, rolling the long black sleeve she wore and unlatching the diamond bracelet before running her fingers over the eight letter word imprinted across her mother's pale skin.
Mudblood.
"What's a mudblood, Mummy?" Rose asked with a raised eyebrow and a look that was a splitting image of the older witch.
"Well, it's…um." Hermione paused and her jaw gapped as she realized she couldn't find any words to sum up how she felt.
Never had Hermione been unable to speak her mind and never had she been unable to provide information to her child, but there she sat on her comfy living room couch with nothing but puffs of air coming out of her mouth.
"Maybe you should go wash up, kids." Ginny suggested as she noticed the look and paling on her wife's face.
"But…" Hugo began, but Ginny shot him a dark look and with a groan both himself and his sister were up and racing upstairs towards their bathrooms.
Once she was sure they were gone, Ginny moved to her wife's side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close as she pressed her lips to her temple, "I'm sorry, baby."
"No…words?" Hermione whimpered.
"Wow, our children have managed to render you speechless." Ginny chuckled as she stood from the couch, smirking down at her wife.
"They have done no such thing!" Hermione exclaimed, snapping from her stupor as she glared up at her wife, curls bouncing with the force of her head jerk.
"I suppose I spoke too soon," Ginny muttered under her breathe as she turned from Hermione, yelping as the brunette swatted her butt. "What was that for?"
"Honestly," Hermione huffed, ignoring her wife's frown as she stood and moved towards the kitchen with a strut to her step. "You and Ronald are so much alike sometimes it's astounding!"
"Hey, Ron and I are so no alike. He married a muggle for Murlin's sake!" Ginny sneered, chasing after her the older witch.
Hermione grabbed a nearby wash cloth and ran it over the counters as she giggled lightly at the red head and then followed it with a sigh, "So did you."
"Well, he lives in the muggle world!" Ginny blushed and Hermione rolled her eyes as she rubbed the granite counter more viciously.
"We would too if it wasn't for our jobs,"
"One of his kids attend muggle school." Ginny shivered and Hermione turned to face her, the brunette's hands hitting her hips as a stern expression took over her face.
"Ginny Weasley, I am not arguing any longer about this!" Hermione scolded and Ginny sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. "Thank you,"
"But there is one thing that I have that Ron doesn't," Ginny smirked, gliding up towards the brunette and watching Hermione scan her over in suspicion.
"And that would be?" Hermione sang, grunting as the red head slammed their bodies together and brushed their lips together causing them to share each other's breathe, before Hermione closed her eyes and waited for Ginny to finish her thoughts.
"You," Ginny answered before she lingered in the last kiss, holding on to the older witch's bottom lip and losing herself in the taste before letting go as she looked down to Hermione, her eyes darting over the woman's face. "I love you."
"I love you too," Hermione replied in a breathless tone.
"All tucked in?"
Rose glanced up from her book of Rise and Fall of Dark Arts and nodded, shutting the large brown book and setting it on her nightstand as Hermione wondered towards her with a bright smile on her lips and fidgeting with her diamond bracelet.
The older witch helped tuck Rose into her bed, making sure her teddy bear was near and that the blanket was tight around the younger brunette's neck just the way she liked it.
"Snuggled?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow, chuckling as Rose energetically bobbed her head in agreement. "Okay then, good night, Rose. I lo…"
"Wait, Mummy, you never answered my question earlier." Rose reminded her and Hermione's brow furrowed in wonder. "What's a mudblood?"
At this, the woman lowered herself to sit on the end of the bed beside her daughter's feet, her hazel eyes going glazed as she stared at the wall in thought, "Well…"
She was stuck.
The older witch wanted nothing more than to tell her child the truth of her past, but her mind was telling her it wasn't time, it was telling her that Rose was too young to know all the horrible things in the Wizarding world.
"Is it a bad word?" Rose questioned with a doe eyed gaze and Hermione knew that look more than anything…it was her look; the innocent and the utter wonder cutting in the hazel while the gaze showed the eagerness to learn more about the world she lived in.
With a deep breathe Hermione reached down and ran a hand over her daughter's leg while painting a quick smile on her lips, "It's something you'll learn about sooner or later."
"Can't you tell me now?" Rose questioned as she gazed up through her eyelashes.
"It's late, dear." Hermione pointed out and Rose gave a whine of annoyance as she shifted her look from a Hermione-like gaze to one that matched Ginny's. "You need to sleep."
"But…"
"No buts, Rosie, now do as I say and get some sleep." Hermione ordered with a stern tone that was rarely used on anyone but her clients.
"Yes ma'am," Rose sighed, laying back on her pillows and smiling as Hermione stood and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Love you, Mummy."
"Love you too, sweetie." Hermione whispered before flipping out the lights and shutting the door behind her.
It was almost ten o'clock when Hermione wondered into her bedroom with a frown, glancing to see Ginny already curled up reading a novel. The witch moved toward her dresser and removed her necklace, lingering as she removed the diamond bracelet on her left wrist.
Her left wrist held the memory of Bellaxtrix's torture and with a long sigh she ran the fingertips of her right hand over the carved word. Every once and awhile the scar would send a quick sting through her arm and she would flashback to that moment in the Malfoy's manor.
"Mione, you okay?" Ginny probed caringly, glancing up from the book she had been reading, noting the way her wife's shoulders were stiff and straight.
"I…" Hermione's mouth unhinged and her mind refused to form any coherent thoughts.
"Hermione, darling, your actually starting to scare me." Ginny confessed with a huff of air, Hermione only shaking her head.
"I'm…Ginny, I'm a Mudblood." Hermione uttered, eyes glistening with tears as she listened to the dull sound of Ginny's book hitting the bedspread.
The red head scrambled her way out of the soft white sheets before grabbing her wife's wrist and turning her to face her, "Don't say that."
Ginny steered Hermione towards the wall and placed a hand on the brunette's hip while squeezing the skin delicately, her other arm braced against the wall by the woman's head. The older witch was crying as she shook her head, her arms leisurely sliding up to lock around Ginny's neck.
"It's true, I have it carved into my skin for proof." Hermione sobbed as she felt her chest heaving against Ginny's.
"Hermione," Ginny pleaded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the brunette's while she felt her fists clinching at her sides.
"I hide it under clothing, I have to hide it from my own children because I'm so ashamed of what my race gets put through!" Hermione hiccupped.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, stop it!" Ginny roared, her palm slapping the wall next to her wife's head as she felt a surge of anger circle through her and settle in the bottom of her stomach.
Hermione had jolted at the sound of Ginny's palm connecting with the wall; she blinked away her tears and stared deeply into her wife's dark eyes. The red head sniffled as she felt tears trickle down her cheeks and drip off the edge of her face.
"Stop calling yourself that," Ginny croaked, cupping Hermione's jaw and using the pads of her thumbs to swipe away the waterfall tears.
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered, twisting her fists in the youngest Weasley's black tank top and shaking her head quickly. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't apologize, baby. Just…I don't like hearing you belittle yourself." Ginny explained, her thumbs now rubbing soothing circles on Hermione's cheeks.
"Rosie's face, Gin, it was heartbreaking." Hermione whimpered. "She's so guarded from all the evils we dealt with at her age."
"It's safer that way," Ginny murmured as she closed her eyes, trying to convince herself of the lies they had used to keep Hugo and Rose out of harm's way.
"We can't keep hiding this from them, we shouldn't keep lying about why I cover up my wrists and why Scorpius keeps telling them stories about how Draco used to treat me." Hermione sighed, and Ginny breathed out from her nose and tried to gain some composure.
"Their too young, Hermione." Ginny declared, hands sliding down the brunette's body going from her neck to her the length of her bicep and curving to rush over Hermione's ribcage and pausing below her breast as she took a deep breathe.
"Are they?"
Ginny's eyes flickered over her wife's face before she captured the woman in a kiss, the older witch inhaling sharply as the red head sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. The brunette's knees felt weak as she dropped her hands to the edge of the tank top Ginny wore, fisting it for support.
"I don't know anymore," Ginny confessed when she pulled away, her breathes coming out in short pants as she rested her forehead against the wall by Hermione as they both attempted to catch their breathe.
"Ginny, I'm a mudblood." Hermione whispered and this time her wife released her and sluggishly went to plop on the side of the bed, hanging her head. "I know you don't want me to say it, but it's the truth and I'm not so sure I'm ashamed of it."
"You shouldn't be," Ginny muttered, watching as the brunette moved towards her with a sway in her step as she smiled.
"I love you, you know?" Hermione added, nudging Ginny's legs apart so she could slide in between them to watch her wife's face.
"I love you too," Ginny muttered, tracing her finger tips over the witch's silk pajama bottoms and following to the outside of Hermione's thigh as she tugged her closer.
"No need to sound so happy about it," Hermione teased, running her fingers through long red hair as the younger witch chuckled lightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm just…" Ginny paused and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I just hate seeing you hurt, I don't know what happened in that manor, but the scar on your wrist is enough to tell me it was a bloody hell of a torture."
"It was, but I'm not hurting anymore." Hermione lied, pressing further into the red head as she forced Ginny to lay on the bed with her on top.
"Don't lie to me," Ginny grumbled, but it was quickly muffled through a kiss as Hermione straddled her waist and locked the fingers, dragging Ginny's hands to rest above her head on the mattress.
"I'm not," Hermione grinned, nipping at the skin as Ginny's breaths sped up and became gasps and rumbling moans.
"Hermione," Ginny whispered as she attempted to fight her wife off, but the brunette giggled and held her down with her torso.
"How about you just…sit back and enjoy?" Hermione suggested as she sucked at Ginny's pulse point, the red head only whimpering.
"We should discuss this," Ginny murmured, capturing the brunette's bottom lip between hers and holding it as the witch moaned.
"Okay, we can quit doing this." Hermione agreed, drawing away from the red head to sit up, but Ginny only growled and pulled her back down. "Or we can continue."
Ginny allowed her wife to make all the moves for the night, kissing when told and touching when instructed, but other than that she waited until Hermione was asleep to move about. Turning on her stomach she grinned at the way Hermione was laid out; her cameral locks flowed over the pillow and her legs were curled up to her chest while her arms hung loose.
Ginny lay on her side while she watched the brunette and moved her right hand over the white linen sheet so she could touch Hermione's hand, she carefully took hold of the left hand and pulled it towards her chest, kissing the knuckles softly.
Running her fingertips upward she paused at the scar and used the edge of her pinkie nail to trace the outline of the word, slowly and gently. With another deep sigh the red head raised the wrist towards her lips again and kissed it tenderly.
"I love you, Hermione, I'm so sorry this happened to you." Ginny murmured as she shook her head and tried to choke back the tears. "I'm so sorry I can't erase this,"
The witch laid awake for another hour, staring at the ceiling and running her hand through Hermione's soft curls, watching the rise and fall of her wife's chest and finding peace in the small movements the older witch made as she slept.
Finally, when she couldn't fight it any longer, Ginny's eyes fluttered close and she drifted into darkness with her hand still twisted into Hermione's hair.
"Mum! Wake up!"
Ginny groaned as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the plush pillow, her body shaking as she felt multiple bodies jumping around her.
"Aunt Ginny! Auntie Mione says to wake up!" A soft, boyish tone ordered.
"Five more minutes." Ginny muttered, her voice muffled by the feathered pillow her mouth was currently burrowed in.
"No, Mummy says now! She says it's almost noon and you need to get your butt out of bed and into your clothes." Rose stated firmly as she popped her mother in the butt with her foot, giggling as Ginny grunted and rocked her body slightly.
"Mmm, why?" Ginny whined as she finally flipped onto her back staring at the assorted faces that surrounded her.
Three blonde headed children that belonged to Ron, one brunette and one blonde that belonged to Harry, and a red head and brunette that belonged to herself all spanning from different ages, different heights, and different eye colors.
"Uncle Harry, Aunt Luna, Auntie Maria, and Uncle Ron are here!" Hugo exclaimed in excitement and Ginny chuckled at the wide eyed expression that had over taken his face, reaching out to ruffle his red locks before throwing her feet over the side of the bed.
"Okay, okay tell your Mummy I'll be down in fifteen." Ginny instructed and Rose nodded obediently before turning on her heels and rushing away with six kids on her tail.
Ginny took her time getting showered and dressed in her normal tight blue jeans and light tank top, throwing her hair back with a blue twister that matched her shirt. Humming, Ginny skipped down the stairs and smiled at the delight around her.
"Hello Ginny!" A bright voice chirped and the red head turned to see a small blonde rushing towards her, practically tackling her in a hug.
"Hello Maria," Ginny chuckled.
Maria was Ron's wife who he had met on one of his trips to visit Hermione in the muggle world, they had run into each other at a park…literally, and had been inseparable every since that day.
At first Ron had been reluctant to tie himself to a muggle, but it only took one look into Maria's soft blue eyes and he was head over heels. The two had been married for ten years and had five-year-old twin boys, Jacob and Freddie and a seven-year-old daughter, Chloe.
"I hope the kids waking you up wasn't too much of a bother." Maria smiled, wincing as Ginny scrunched her nose and shrugged.
"Not really, have you seen Hermione?" Ginny questioned curiously.
"She's in the kitchen with Luna, Ron, and Harry." Maria nodded and with another smile she moved past Ginny and towards the den area where the kids were all gathered together playing with the newest Weasley Wizard Wheezes set.
Sure enough Hermione was standing in the kitchen and oblivious to her wife's presence so Ginny stood at the doorway and watched the woman with an adoring glaze to her eyes. She glanced to see Ron shoveling food down his throat while Luna and Harry whispered to each other while sipping coffee.
Luna and Harry were the biggest surprise to the Wizarding world, their marriage had created an uproar in the Ministry since Harry was the Headmaster of Hogwarts and Luna was the main writer of the Quibbler after taking over for her father.
The two had a thirteen-year-old son named after both Harry's father and Harry's mentor and James Albus Potter was bright and carried the same attitude as his father while his younger sister Alexis Hermione Potter was ditzy and full of hope…much like her mother.
"Good morning, Ginny." Luna breathed out as she approached the red head, enveloping her in a hug as Hermione looked up and smiled lightly.
"Good morning, Luna, I see you guys are early this weekend." Ginny noted with a laugh as she accepted the hug Harry offered and the half embrace Ron provided her.
"Alexis was anxious to come and join the fun over here," Harry explained with a shake of his head, taking a sip of his coffee as he wrapped an arm around Luna's waist.
With another nod and smile, Ginny walked to stand behind Hermione and snaked her arms around her waist so the brunette was flush against her, "Good morning, beautiful."
"Hey sleepy head," Hermione giggled, turning her head and accepting a quick peck from her wife before turning her attention back to their friends.
"Can I help you with anything?" Ginny asked as she placed a few slow, tender kisses to the witch's neck and shoulder before she pulled away.
"Nope, just another one of those mornings…you know when you don't wake up when I say and you decide to sleep in to an unreasonable hour." Hermione grinned as she watched her wife chuckle lightly and roll her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever you say, dear." Ginny smirked, kissing Hermione's cheek before starting just another one of those mornings.
A/N: So there you go, this is the first part…should I add more?