They everybody.this is my first fic ever so don't go hard on me, just to
let u no.ginny use to live with hermione in a muggle town! Ok.on with da
story
There was also the way Ginny would only drink water first thing in the morning before anything else because all other drinks, even coffee, tasted funny to her after she had brushed her teeth.
Hermione smiled at the memories. It was these little things that Hermione wanted to remind Ginny of, she wanted to tell her that everything she did was appreciated and is missed.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when her husband, Draco, orbed in behind her. He smiled a sad smile, recognizing Hermione's position at the window as the place where she rested and thought about Ginny, cho or her first boyfriend victor. Lately the only person to occupy Hermione's thoughts was Ginny, and Draco knew that.
He slowly walked over to her and placed a soft, gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked up at him, forcing a small smile.
"Care to let me in?" Draco asked softly, returning her smile.
"Of course." She spoke just as softly and leaned forward so that he could take a seat behind her. He sat down and she leaned back against her, taking comfort in his arms.
Rather than push her, Draco decided to let Hermione divulge her emotions in her own time.
After a short while, Hermione said quietly, "She used to make my bed."
"Pardon?" Draco could barely hear Hermione's soft voice.
Hermione spoke a bit louder. "She used to make my bed. If I didn't have time to make it in the mornings, she would make it for me."
Draco stroked Hermione's hair, not knowing how to respond. They sat through another few minutes of silence.
"She tried to cook for me." Hermione laughed softly at the memory. "I was about twenty-two, and working at the ministry as the potions mistress. I had called Ginny at lunch to complain to her about the horrible day I was having. When I got home that night, she had prepared one of my favourite meals for me. Vegetarian fajitas. It was all she could make without burning the house down. She cut up the tomatoes, grilled the peppers and onions, sliced the lettuce, grated the cheese and warmed up the tortillas. It was all laid out on the dining room table when I got home. That's one of my favourite memories of her. She always wanted me to feel more than fine, more than okay, more than alright." Hermione's eyes welled up with more tears. "I just wish I had gotten the chance to tell her."
Draco gently wiped her tears away. "What do you mean, Hermione?"
Hermione told him how she felt. How she wanted to thank Ginny for everything, and how she wished she could let Ginny know how loved she was, and why Hermione loved her so much.
Draco lifted Hermione up off the window seat. "You're tired, Hermione. Let's get some sleep."
Hermione sighed and reluctantly agreed, letting Draco carry her over to their bed. He set her down and went to put his pyjamas on. Hermione crawled under the inviting covers and fell fast asleep within seconds.
After changing, Draco came over to the bed. He saw Hermione fast asleep, breathing rhythmically, a calm expression on her face. He smiled. "Goodnight, Hermione." He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, and she stirred slightly before resting again. Draco lifted up his side of the covers and carefully slid underneath them, not waking Hermione.
There was also the way Ginny would only drink water first thing in the morning before anything else because all other drinks, even coffee, tasted funny to her after she had brushed her teeth.
Hermione smiled at the memories. It was these little things that Hermione wanted to remind Ginny of, she wanted to tell her that everything she did was appreciated and is missed.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when her husband, Draco, orbed in behind her. He smiled a sad smile, recognizing Hermione's position at the window as the place where she rested and thought about Ginny, cho or her first boyfriend victor. Lately the only person to occupy Hermione's thoughts was Ginny, and Draco knew that.
He slowly walked over to her and placed a soft, gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked up at him, forcing a small smile.
"Care to let me in?" Draco asked softly, returning her smile.
"Of course." She spoke just as softly and leaned forward so that he could take a seat behind her. He sat down and she leaned back against her, taking comfort in his arms.
Rather than push her, Draco decided to let Hermione divulge her emotions in her own time.
After a short while, Hermione said quietly, "She used to make my bed."
"Pardon?" Draco could barely hear Hermione's soft voice.
Hermione spoke a bit louder. "She used to make my bed. If I didn't have time to make it in the mornings, she would make it for me."
Draco stroked Hermione's hair, not knowing how to respond. They sat through another few minutes of silence.
"She tried to cook for me." Hermione laughed softly at the memory. "I was about twenty-two, and working at the ministry as the potions mistress. I had called Ginny at lunch to complain to her about the horrible day I was having. When I got home that night, she had prepared one of my favourite meals for me. Vegetarian fajitas. It was all she could make without burning the house down. She cut up the tomatoes, grilled the peppers and onions, sliced the lettuce, grated the cheese and warmed up the tortillas. It was all laid out on the dining room table when I got home. That's one of my favourite memories of her. She always wanted me to feel more than fine, more than okay, more than alright." Hermione's eyes welled up with more tears. "I just wish I had gotten the chance to tell her."
Draco gently wiped her tears away. "What do you mean, Hermione?"
Hermione told him how she felt. How she wanted to thank Ginny for everything, and how she wished she could let Ginny know how loved she was, and why Hermione loved her so much.
Draco lifted Hermione up off the window seat. "You're tired, Hermione. Let's get some sleep."
Hermione sighed and reluctantly agreed, letting Draco carry her over to their bed. He set her down and went to put his pyjamas on. Hermione crawled under the inviting covers and fell fast asleep within seconds.
After changing, Draco came over to the bed. He saw Hermione fast asleep, breathing rhythmically, a calm expression on her face. He smiled. "Goodnight, Hermione." He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, and she stirred slightly before resting again. Draco lifted up his side of the covers and carefully slid underneath them, not waking Hermione.
