The weekend went on through Monday without much excitement. The four friends did get to get out and walk around London for a bit during the day on Sunday however. Other than that moment of freedom (which was slightly restricted due to the fact that Tonks had to accompany them) the teens were cooped up in the house for the rest of the time. On Saturday they hung out with the twins in their bedroom. It had a lingering smell of gunpowder and some other unidentifiable chemicals. Ginny had the constant urge to look under the sheet that was covering up bulky objects on one of their dressers, but she decided against it, especially since the twins had explicitly said to not touch it.

Tuesday morning came quicker than Hermione had expected as she sat at the kitchen table, more so playing with her food than eating it. Ginny came down to the kitchen, followed a minute later by Harry. Ron came dragging in a few minutes later. He was visibly upset that he had to be up at this god-forsaken hour, but he did it to support his friend. Ginny sat next to Hermione and kissed her softly on the cheek as she sat next to Hermione.

"How are you doing, love?" Ginny asked sweetly as Hermione gave a small shrug.

"Morning Ginny, dear. I'm doing alright, just waiting for your father and Dumbledore to show up. I'm pretty sure your dad is upstairs, but I have yet to see Professor Dumbledore to show up." Hermione retorted, feigning calmness. She was extremely nervous, her stomach practically in her throat. Why would she have to go in front of the Wizengamot for such a small offense? Especially one that was clearly an accident and could have been made by anyone. She sighed and flicked one of her half eaten bangers off of her plate. It skipped a few times across the table and fell off, hitting the ground.

Ginny patted Hermione on the leg and stood up, kissing her forehead. "Everything will be ok m'love. I promise you, you're going to be ok." The red head walked over to the stove where Ron was completely destroying the food that was left over. Not even including the 5 pieces of toast and 6 sausages that were on his plate, which was enough to feed both Ginny and Hermione, he had 4 flapjacks and at least 4 scoops of scrambled eggs on top of that. Ginny raised an eyebrow at Ron as her youngest older brother smiled sheepishly. Rolling her eyes, Ginny pushed past him and put small portions of each on her plate.

Sitting back at the table, Ginny took Hermione's hand in her own, picking up a piece of toast and biting into it. She chewed the toast as the four sat in silence, no one wanting to bring up the trial. Hermione was under enough stress as it was. They were there to help calm her not get her more worked up.

"I think I'm gonna be sick..." Hermione said, quickly running out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Ginny stood up, worried, and wondered if she should follow her girlfriend out of the room. Glancing at Harry and Ron who were still slightly taken aback at Hermione's swift exit, Ginny started to walk out of the kitchen and follow Hermione.

Harry reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don't go Ginny...she'll be fine, just let her have a few minutes to herself" Ginny wasn't sure whether or not to listen to Harry. He often was right about situations like this, almost as if he had a sixth sense for that sort of thing. She sighed and listened to Harry, sitting down at the table next to him. She took his hand in both her her own and sighed, squeezing them slightly.

"Harry...I don't know what to do, I am freaking out on the inside, but I am doing my best to mask it on the outside. I wasn't to be supportive of Hermione, and I am. I just know that this could end up really badly. I mean, she has to go in front of the entire Wizengamot. For something as simple as underage magic. She must have broken some old rule or some shit like that." Ginny exhaled sharply and let go of Harry's hand, running her hands through her long red hair.

Harry smiled and looked at Ron to get him to support Ginny with him. However, the lanky git was too busy eating his bangers and toast that he had most likely not even heard what Ginny had said. The Boy Who Lived rolled his eyes and turned back to Ginny. "Ginny, jut like you told Hermione, everything is going to be okay. She is going to have your father and Professor Dumbledore there with her. It's not like she is going against the entire court by herself. I know for a fact that Dumbledore will help her fight the courts." Harry gave Ginny a sympathetic smile and the girl flashed a faux one back at him.

"I guess your right...this whole situation is just a load of bollocks, I mean, I still don't know why she has to go in front of the entire court. They only use the entire Wizengamot for murderers and thieves. And for those who are caught smuggling dangerous items and animals. Not for children who use one simple harmless spell!" spat Ginny, feeling her rage about the situation bubble up inside of her. Needing to calm herself down, she stood up from the table and followed the path Hermione had taken. She started a slow job through the house and made it to the downstairs bathroom just as Hermione was exiting the bathroom.

Hermione was startled as she lifted her head and saw Ginny appear from around the corner. While the brunette was using the bathroom, she was hoping that Ginny would come but figured that the red head was allowing Hermione her space. Hermione gave a weak smile and leaned against the wall, sighing and fiddling with the rings on her fingers, especially the cute, small silver band that Ginny had given her. From the moment Ginny had given Hermione the ring at the last Quidditch match of the year last year it had yet to come off at all. Ginny smiled and took a step toward Hermione, standing on her tippy toes to kiss her girlfriend.

Pulling away from the kiss, Hermione sported a very alarmed look, her hands pressed out against Ginny's chest. "No Ginny, you don't want to kiss me, I just vomited a couple times in there and my mouth is all gross and ugh..." She sighed, collapsing to the floor, her legs stretched out into the hall. Ginny Weasley stepped over Hermione with her right foot and sat down, straddling the stressed Gryffindor.

Ginny pinned Hermione's hands down to the floor and pressed her lips hard against the brunette's, kissing her deeply. After a few seconds she broke the kiss and lifted Hermione's head, looking deep into her eyes. "Hermione. It happens to everyone when they are nervous and anxious. But you're my girlfriend. I love you and there will never be a time when I don't want to kiss you..." Ginny smiled and kissed Hermione again on the lips. She stood up and held her arms out, offering to help Hermione back to her feet.

Hermione blushed slightly, reminded again at how much Ginny truly did love her. She grabbed ahold of Ginny's hands and pulled herself to her feet. She smiled and laced her fingers between Ginny's, the two girls walking back down the hall.

By the time they arrived back to the kitchen, Harry and Ron were standing, slightly worried looks on their face. In the corner of the kitchen, Arthur Weasley and Dumbledore stood, both sipping some tea. Mrs. Weasley sat at the table, an obvious look of worry on her face. However, she sported her fake smile when the girls entered and stood up from the table, walking over to the couple. She embraced both of them and let go, looking at Hermione, who was slightly taken aback by the short hug. "Hermione dear, you're going to do just great, I know everything is going to turn out okay," said Mrs. Weasley shakily.

Arthur stepped over to the group of women and pulled Molly back softly. "Of course everything is going to be okay Molly, let's not smother the girl now." He flashed Hermione an apologetic look as he helped Mrs. Weasley back into her chair. He turned back to the girls and put his hands in his pockets. "Ah and Ginny, Albus and I agree that, if you'd like, you can come along with us. As long as you promise to do exactly as you're told by Professor Dumbledore or I."

Ginny looked at Hermione, beaming. She nodded quickly to her father and continued to smile. "Sure, I'd love to go Dad. Just let me go change real quick, I will be just five minutes?" Arthur looked at Dumbledore who calmly nodded as he sipped from his teacup again. Ginny whispered a 'thanks' to her father who winked at her slyly. The girls hurried out of the kitchen and ascended the stairs. They walked through the doorway into what had overnight become 'their' room and to the closet. Hermione was already dressed but Ginny quickly stripped down to her underwear, which were simple black lacy boy shorts today.

Hermione bit her lip softly upon seeing Ginny's small, shapely breasts and boy shorts. Ginny however quickly covered herself up with a bra, cami and jeans. She pulled on a maroon sweater and quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She took a quick look in the mirror and smiled, turning back to Hermione, reaching her hand out to the brunette. "Ready to head downstairs, love?"

Nodding nervously, Hermione took Ginny's hand in her own and followed her out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The two slowly walked don't he hallway and down the stairs, walking into the kitchen, nervous smiles on both of their faces. Ginny gave Hermione's hand a soft squeeze and Hermione rubbed her thumb along Ginny's index finger. The two looked at each other then back to Arthur and Dumbledore. "Okay professor...I guess we are as ready as we'll ever be..." Hermione said weakly. She walked over and gave Harry and Ron a hug. Ron smiled and hugged Hermione back for a few seconds.

"Every thing's gonna be fine 'Mione...Harry and I will be here when you get back. We're pulling for you." Ron let go and smiled, leaning against the wall. Hermione gave Ron a warm smile and muttered a thanks as she proceeded over to her girlfriend's dad and Dumbledore, Ginny tagging along beside her.

"Normally..." Professor Dumbledore started, setting his empty teacup on the kitchen table. "We would have accompanied you to the visitors entrance. However, the Wizengamot moved your trial up an hour, so we have but not 20 minutes until the start of it. We will take the Floo network, I will go first, followed you two, then your father will bring up the rear. Remember, you just need to focus on you exit. Find find a clear fireplace and simply step out and into the other side." Dumbledore paused for any questions and nodded after a few seconds. "Right off we go then." He turned to the boys and skipped over Harry, nodding at Ron before pinching a bit of Floo in his fingers. He threw the powder into the fire and it cackled, turning green. "Ministry of Magic!" He yelled confidently, stepping into the flames. He disappeared from sight and the fire turned back to its regular flame.

Albus came out the other end of the fire and stepped into the Ministry of Magic's Floo arrival hallway. He waited for the others to pop out. Surely enough, the two girls popped out at the back end of the hall, fireplaces that were rarely used. Arthur popped out of the same fireplace that the ancient wizard had arrived through not fifteen seconds ago. After they all gathered up, he led them down the hall past the fireplaces and into the main reception room of the ministry. It housed a row of desks with various witches, wizards, elves and goblins sitting down behind them. There was a bank of elevators and a stairway that led both up and downstairs. The glorious water fountain stood tall and proud, signifying unity amongst all magical beings.

Hermione looked up and saw the same concept of floating lights like there was at Hogwarts, however these were floating orbs that seemed to emit light out of their transparent nothingness. Moderately impressed at the magic that surrounded the place, Hermione continued to people watch as they arrived at the elevators. Waiting a couple minutes, one finally arrived at the main floor and scores of paper airplanes zoomed out, one almost hitting Hermione in the head. She ducked and stood back up, a surprised look on her face. Ginny giggled as they walked into the elevator. "Interdepartmental memos..." she said softly. "Dad says that owls were getting too messy."

The two girls laughed as the elevator descended downwards into the ministry. It made a few stops along the way and the deeper down they went the elevator got less and less crowded. They finally reached their stop and got out. It was just the four of them left along with one lone paper airplane which quickly zoomed down the hall, making a left at the end of it.

The girls followed Arthur and Albus, who were walking swiftly down the halls. Albus and Arthur stopped abruptly outside of a door almost to the end of the hall and the girls had to stop fast to avoid running into them. Dumbledore put his ear to the door and turned to Mr. Weasley and the girls. "Just a couple more minutes and they should be calling your name. When that time comes, Ms. Granger and I will proceed into the chambers while Arthur and Ms. Weasley wait outside until we re-emerge."

Ginny stepped forward, about to protest the headmaster's choice. She wanted to be in there with Hermione. To be able to see her and be able to be seen by Hermione if she needed to see a loving, caring face. She opened her mouth to plead with Dumbledore but Arthur grabbed her arm and whispered sternly to Ginny "We said that if you were to come, you would listen exactly to what we tell you. Now, you will wait out here with me while they go into the trial." Ginny nodded dejectedly.

Albus felt a slight pang of sadness towards the youngest Weasley. He noticed that she truly cared about and loved Ms. Granger, something that he had only seen a few times before in student as young as them. And he didn't think that he had ever seen a gay couple so in tune with one another and so in love with one another as them. But he could sympathize with their situation, knowing all to well what it's like to be persecuted for being 'different'...

Dumbledore was snapped out of his thoughts as the door opened and an elf with a soft wheezy voice spoke. "Granger, Hermione Jean..." it called out, shutting the door behind itself as it walked back into the chambers. Albus smiled and took Hermione's hand, leading her to the door.

"Professor wait a moment..." she said, letting go of his hand. She hurried towards Ginny and threw her arms around the redhead, engaging her in a deep passionate kiss. Ginny held her tight and kissed her back, not wanting to let go. Possibly one of the most love filled, most passionate kisses the two had ever shared was cut off as Hermione stepped back, waving slowly at Ginny. Ginny waved back sadly as a small tear fell from her right eye.

Hermione walked through the door that Dumbledore had opened and stepped through, closing it behind her. Ginny sighed and sat down next to her father, resting her head on his shoulder. "And now...we wait..." she said softly, wiping another tear from her eye as the two Weasleys, father with his only daughter, sat in silence.