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A/N- A bit of fluff coming your way in this chapter…

The next morning, Hermione woke up early to the sound of birds twittering outside her countryside flat and sunlight flooding in through her window. She lay quite still in order to soak in and fully comprehend her current situation. Hermione was actually surprised at how blissful she felt at that exact moment. It was not the happiness at waking up next to Ginny that surprised Hermione; it was instead the simplicity of the happiness. Most other times, there were strings attached, things that had to be done to achieve bliss, but now Hermione was doing nothing and she was still happier than she could ever remember being. After another moment, Hermione turned on her side to look at Ginny.

Ginny's beauty as she lay there with the morning sun filling the room took Hermione's breath away. Her beauty was natural and real; her hair was not combed perfectly straight and there was not a bit of make up on Ginny's face. As a matter of fact, the only thing on Ginny at all was the thin white bed sheet drapped loosely over her body, and Hermione still thought that she was absolutely gorgeous. She wasn't one who was normally inclined to have such sappy, hopelessly romantic thoughts, and prior to dating Ginny, she wasn't inclined to believe in their existence outside of books and muggle movies. Such intense feelings took some getting used to, but Hermione was glad to make the adjustment.

Hermione reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Ginny's ear. Ginny stirred and when she opened her eyes, she turned to face Hermione.

"Morning," Ginny said as she grinned sleepily at Hermione. "You're up awfully early."

"You were sleeping late," Hermione said. "How'd you sleep last night?"

"Best night's sleep I've had in a long time," Ginny said. "What about you?"

"I slept very well," Hermione said, then added with a uncharacteristic devilish smirk. "I was exhausted."

Ginny raised her eyebrow and smiled as well. "Well, now that's what I like to hear."

For something to do, she reached out and twirled one of Hermione's curly strands of hair around her finger before letting it bounce softly back on Hermione's cheek. She noticed that Hermione was grinning and hadn't stopped since she'd woken up.

"What're you so happy about?" Ginny asked playfully.

"I know you're more experienced than I am, so waking up like this probably seems rather old to you. It's just that this all feels so new, and just, I don't know, wonderful. I've grown accustomed to waking up alone."

"Hold on, it's not that old for me," Ginny said good naturedly. "I do understand what you mean though. It's such a lovely morning too."

"Yes it is," Hermione said as she turned to face Ginny and prop herself up on her hand. She held the sheet draped around her and looked at Ginny for a moment before continuing to speak. "So is it always that good?"

"What?" Ginny asked as she rested her head on the pillow and faced Hermione. She laughed softly when she realized what Hermione was talking about it. "You're talking about the sex?"

"Well, yes," Hermione said, her cheeks turning pink. "You know that I don't have anything to compare it to."

"No," Ginny said as she grinned at Hermione.

"No, what?"

"No, it's not always that good," Ginny said. "Especially not first times. As first times go, that was excellent. It shouldn't come as much of a shock though, I mean you are good at everything."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me," Hermione said as she ran her hand through her frizzy hair with some difficulty. She frowned thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that I can't understand why it took my so long to realize that I fancy women. It took me twenty two years, and even then it was primarily by happenstance that I realized it."

"Well, the important part is that we have firmly established that you do in fact fancy women," said Ginny. "And I quite fancy you. I don't really see a problem there."

"It's not a problem," Hermione said as she lay on her back. "I was just thinking, that's all."

They both lay in comfortable silence for awhile. Ginny plucked lazily at the corner of the bed sheet as Hermione watched a bird outside the window settle delicately on a feeble branch.

"So when did you want to tell your family about us?"

Ginny stopped her activity and turned to look thoughtfully at Hermione.

"Whenever you want to," she said.

"I want you to have some sort of input in this. I want you to care," Hermione said. "I feel as though I'm bossing you around all of the time."

"Don't you remember from last night at dinner? I like it when you take charge," Ginny joked before speaking more seriously. "I'll tell you what. We can meet up after my match for something to eat today to discuss it. How does that sound?"

"I wouldn't mind that," Hermione said. She glanced at her bedside clock. "What time is your match at anyways?"

"It's an early game, so I have to be there by ten. Why, what time is it now?" If she had to guess, Ginny would have thought that it was maybe eight at the latest.

"Erm, my clock says that it's 9:58," Hermione said as she took a closer look at it.

Ginny swore loudly and jumped out of bed so quickly that she nearly took all of the bed sheets with her.

"Coach is going to kick my arse if I'm late again," Ginny grumbled as she looked about frantically. "Where the bloody hell did my knickers go?"

"Here they are," Hermione said as she picked them up and handed them to Ginny.

"How in the name of Merlin did they end up over there?" Ginny said as she hurriedly pulled on her clothes.

"Well," Hermione said, barely suppressing a grin of amusement at seeing Ginny uptight for the one of the first times in her life. "If I remember correctly—

"It was a rhetorical question, love," Ginny said, offering Hermione a quick smile. "Are you coming to the match? It starts at 10:30."

"I'd love to, but I have to go into the office for a bit," Hermione said. "There's some paperwork for the house elf rights proposal that I didn't get to finish yesterday. I'll listen to it on the wireless though."

"That's alright," Ginny said as she pulled on her second shoe. "What if we meet at that muggle book store you've been wanting to check out? The one with the new café?"

"That would be lovely," Hermione said. "Good luck."

"Thanks, love you."

"Love you too."

Ginny gave Hermione a quick peck on the lips before putting on her travelling clock and dissapperating out of the bedroom.

After Ginny left, Hermione sighed contently as she rested her head back on her pillow. She smiled to herself and stretched her arms above her head. Yes, she thought, it was definitely going to be a very good day.

A/N-It almost seems too good to be true…

I just realized that I have lots of dialogue here. Did anyone find this chapter a bit dialogue heavy?

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