-Chapter 10-

The second that visiting hours started at St. Mungo's, Ginny arrived with Lennox along with all of their luggage to be taken to the Burrow. Harry took the day off work so he could drive Hermione's car to the Burrow so she wouldn't have to worry about getting through the Floo since she was still a bit weak.

When they arrived at the Burrow, Molly had a lunch spread ready for everyone. She had also spent the entire morning setting up Ginny's bedroom for Ginny and Hermione and Bill's old bedroom across the hall for Lennox. Hermione had decided that was the best sleeping arrangement since she wanted to try lessening the dosage of her sleeping potions once she started feeling better.

After lunch Ginny apparated to the stadium, Harry went to check on the progress of the Lovegood house and outbuildings then came back and Flooed back to Grimmauld Place; and Molly kept Hermione busy by teaching her how to quilt and they listened to Molly's favorite dramatic program on the Wireless. Hermione confided in Molly about having bought the land from Amos Diggory and that she was the one having the house built across the river. The young brunette had never seen Molly so happy and animated. The plump woman squealed with delight and immediately went to her bookshelf and came back with armloads of books about household spells and charms.

"These books were given to me by my mother and I wasn't sure with your talk of living in a Muggle flat that they would be of any use you and Ginny right away but oh Hermione! Oh this is so wonderful! It will be such a delight to have you so close! And with Harry and Luna rebuilding the Lovegood house it will be so easy to have everyone over for dinners! This is just wonderful!"

Molly hardly spoke of anything else for the rest of the afternoon and in to the evening. Hermione told her all about the designs she had drawn and the gardens she wanted to plant. It wasn't until Ginny Apparated in that Molly ceased talking about how excited she was.

A few minutes after five o'clock Arthur Flooed in followed by a bright faced Ron.

"He's still in Azkaban!" was the first thing that came out of Ron's mouth when he stepped out of the chimney. "The council was split right down the middle at the hearing but one of them changed his vote to have Draco stay in prison and get a formal trial!"

"Oh gods, Ron, are you serious!?" Ginny jumped up from the kitchen table and ran to hug her brother.

"Serious as can be. Trial is scheduled for three weeks from today. You'll uh…you'll both be getting orders to appear as witnesses."

"Fine. Whatever it takes to get him in a cell next to his father for eternity," Ginny said. Hermione nodded in agreement.

The first five days were uneventful. Every morning Ginny would walk Hermione down the staircase to breakfast then apparate to the stadium. She would come back for lunch and a walk with Hermione and Lennox around the outside of the Burrow. Ginny would come back in the evenings and after dinner another walk would be shared by just the two young women while Molly and Arthur cooed over their future grandson. Hermione slowly decreased the amount of her potion each night and so far all was well. She slept peacefully in the arms of her fiancée who would wake at every twitch, even if it was her own, and settle right back into sleep as soon as she knew her love was safe.

Saturday morning came bright and early. Ginny didn't have to be at the stadium until mid day, when the much anticipated match between England and France would take place. Luna and Harry Flooed to the Burrow with the twins, the rest of the Weasley children aside from Charlie (he had just been put in charge of a baby Hungarian Horntail and couldn't make it that weekend), and grandchildren soon followed. Arthur, Bill, Percy, Ron, Harry, George, and Angelina were excited because Ginny had reserved an entire box for her family and the seven of them would be in prime seats to watch the match. Fleur stated that she simply had no interest in the sport and Luna and Audrey wanted to have some time with the other women and to help with all of the children therefore none of them minded not going along with their husbands.

Ginny excused herself to her bedroom an hour before she was due at the stadium. She sat at her desk and looked over the Team England playbook although she didn't actually pay attention to the words and formations that were animated on the pages. She already had them memorized, having written several of them herself.

"Do I really want to do this?" she said out loud to herself. "It's just nerves…I know it is. I have them before every match. Ugh…What if I take another Bludger to the head…no, no that won't happen. Not with Heddwyn and Phil up there. I have to focus…just focus on the Quaffle. She's here, she's safe. Maybe I should charm the house…"

"You know love, talking to yourself like that someone will think you've gone mad."

Ginny jumped up out of her chair. Hermione was standing in the doorway with a sly smile creeping across her face.

"Merlin, Hermione!" Ginny shrieked. "I'm proud of you for being able to climb up the stairs on your own and all but I'm sure your arms are strong enough that you could've knocked!" Hermione laughed as Ginny slumped down onto her bed, her hand over her chest. "Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine, Gin. I just wanted to come up her and wish you a bit of luck, that's all." Hermione closed the bedroom door, aimed her wand at it silently casting the Imperturbable charm, and walked to the bed and sat down next to Ginny. "You know," she purred into the redhead's ear, "I hear you at night when you dream, moaning for me to touch you." Her lips found the Ginny's neck.

"Uh…it's just that…it's been a while…" Ginny fumbled with her words as Hermione's lips grazed her neck.

"Been a while since what, Ginevra?" Hermione teased. "Tell me what you dream about, baby. Tell me what you want." Hermione pushed Ginny back on the bed. She nibbled on Ginny's earlobe.

"I-I want you…t-to touch me." Ginny trembled as Hermione's hand worked its way under her shirt and to her abs.

"Where, love?"

Ginny groaned. "I don't have t-time for this…"

"Oh I think you do. Tell me what you dream about."

Ginny pulled Hermione's face up towards her own and looked fiercely into those chocolate brown eyes.

"I dream about your face, the look you get when you hear me scream your name while you make love to me to the point that I am in a state of pure ecstasy. I dream about the feeling of your fingers inside of me, my hips thrusting with your every move. Your tongue pushing into every spot on my body that sends me over the edge, coming until I think I can't anymore and then somehow, your magical touch sends another wave of pleasure through me that nothing in this world can ever replicate."

Ginny smirked and Hermione lunged forward. Hermione's tongue forced its way passed Ginny's lips. Her hands hurriedly undid Ginny's jeans and one of them found its way to the warm folds. Hermione didn't waste any time, her fingers quickly pushed into Ginny's dripping wet slit and the redhead screamed Hermione's name. Her hips moved with the motion of Hermione's fingers, she moaned and screamed the brunette's name with nearly every thrust. She felt the orgasm build quickly. She held on to Hermione as tight as she could, her heart nearly burst through her chest. Hermione thrust her fingers in as deep as she could, she felt Ginny's slit tighten around them, pulsating, holding on. Ginny's entire body shook, she screamed her lover's name and her toes curled, her legs stiffened, her heart raced. The waves of pleasure shot through her like bullets. With one last thrust and one last yell both women relaxed into the bed.

"Good as the dreams, baby?" Hermione smiled and nibbled on Ginny's ear.

"Better…" Ginny gasped. "So…much…fucking…better."

"Good luck today, Gin."