A/N Warning here, some scenes do get rather hot and heavy. :)
Chapter 15
When Sam's eyes opened once more, a warm set of Dark orbs stared down at her.
"Morning sleepy head, we're going to start moving again, I couldn't convince Ginny to stay here any longer, breakfast is ready when you are" Hermione spoke, tucking a short spike behind the youngest girls ear before she got up and move back out of the room.
The suns rays that seeped through the tents fabric walls warmed the area nicely. The young girl sighed, running a dainty hand through her sleep tussled hair. It seemed like a miracle to her. How the two older witches seemed to show her such kindness, after what she could only assume, was horror she bestowed on them, just two nights previous.
But the truth was, she hadn't felt so safe in months. Since the night she was bitten. That night had truly changed her life, and she was just starting to get back to normal when the ministry had been over thrown again.
Since that day, she had been on the run.
Hiding when and where she could. Staying at small muggle bed and breakfasts, hotels, anywhere she could. Roaming the countryside during the nights of the full moon. Dealing with her disease as it came when the moons full glow touched her skin, sending bone crushing waves through her body until the transformation was complete.
She so desperately hoped she hadn't passed the curse onto the redhead; she would never be able to forgive herself.
The thoughts of what could happen during those fateful nights plagued her mind before and after they happened. She would wake to her bones aching, her muscles on fire. But nothing was as bad as the horrific thoughts that ripped through her mind every time she let it.
With a sigh she shook her head gently, trying to loose the thoughts she always seemed to fight with. Standing up she stretcher her well rested muscles out. Her petite body finally relaxing back into its original state. Yawning lazily, she pressed her palms into her eyes for a moment. In an attempt to wake herself up a little more.
Standing up she wrinkled her nose, biting down on her bottom lip gently. The petite girl pulled her shirt over her head, and quickly dressed in the garments Hermione must have left for her. She knew it was probably Hermione, because the redhead hadn't spoken hardly two words to her. In fact, how they were supposed to travel like this was a mystery. But she'd go with it anyway.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, pulling her from her thoughts once again. The pixie like girl sighed, and finally moved towards the fabric door separating her quarters from the rest of the beautifully enchanted tent. Emerging on the other side, a waft of what smelt a lot like sausages and frying potatoes filled her nose. Already she felt herself drooling over the scent.
"You should hurry up before Ginny over here eats it all" Hermione teased, nudging the redhead gently as she looked up with her cheeks full.
Sam tried her best to suppress a giggle, bringing her petite hand to her mouth as her rosy lips twitched into a smile.
Taking small strides, she finally slid onto the bench opposite the older witches. "Good morning" She spoke, keeping her voice cheery and light.
"How did you sleep?" The brunette asked happily, smiling a bright smile.
"I slept pretty good, that bed is a lot more comfortable than any of the other ones I'd slept in, in the past while" Sam smiled, pulling some of the fried potato's and sausages onto her plate.
"Where have you been staying?" Ginny spoke for the first time, looking up from her half empty plate again. "You haven't been sleeping rough have you?" The redhead asked, raising a brow.
"No, I've had some muggle money saved up from birthdays and what not, my Grandparents on my mothers side are muggles, I'd have gone to stay with them if I didn't think they'd be harmed if I did" Sam sighed, scooping a forkful of potato into her mouth. Chewing delicately.
"Oh, well that's okay then" the redhead half shrugged, making an attempt to move her injured shoulder around more. What looked like a grimace passed her lips and she grumbled.
Returning to scoop up the rest of her breakfast.
The rest of the preparations went more smoothly, and once everything had been packed away the threesome headed off on their way.
Wandering amongst the countryside for what felt like hours. Keeping the conversation light.
Hermione's arm wrapped gently around Ginny's waist, as if she was making sure the taller girl kept upright. "We'll be at the coast soon, then we'll be able to get to France and from there it won't be far I don't think" the brunette spoke, smiling as she did. "It should be a week, nothing more"
"And they'll have things to heal Ginny's wounds?" Sam asked, unable to keep the worry from her voice.
"Yes they will, I'm sure Mom is never actually without dittany, she did have six boys you know, old habits die hard" The redhead gave a small laugh. Stretching her arm out as much as she could.
"If she doesn't, I'm sure Fluer's family will, or at least something to speed up the healing process" Hermione added, smiling a wide smile up at her girlfriend before leaning up to place a gentle kiss right below her jaw line.
Sam blushed and looked away awkwardly, doing her best to give the two some privacy.
"And will Luna be there?" She asked, with more hope in her tone than she had meant there to be.
"I'd like to talk with her" she spoke happily, repeating what she had said the previous day.
"Hopefully she will be, she should be with Harry, and if Harry's there she'll be there" the brunette answered. "We're not sure where everyone is you see, we got caught planning to take back the ministry, and they'd seen our plans for the next hide out"
Ginny sighed, "Yeh, I managed to get hit with a stunner, and 'Mione here grabbed me and apparated us out of there or something" the redhead grumbled. "Its always me getting hit with something, I swear"
Hermione chuckled, "that's because you're reckless and think too much about protecting who's around you"
Sam blinked, "I was at the game when you got hit in the side with a bludger, and still managed to keep the Harpies ahead" the pixie like girl giggled. It wasn't really funny, but she could see what the redhead was saying about always being in the firing line.
"I remember that game, the bloody bastards didn't even mean to hit me, they were aiming for someone else" The redhead grumbled again, rubbing the back of her neck before giving a yawn.
And with that, the pixie like girl, and the redhead submerged into an in depth conversation about everything to do with quidditch.
Hermione just nodded, zoning must of the conversation out. The only reason she had anything to do with quidditch, is because she had always secretly enjoyed watching Ginny fly. She was graceful, and quick. Her long red hair always looked alive under the light of the sun. It was amazing, and she always remained awestruck after every event.
"'Mione, are you even listening?" Ginny spoke, seemingly exasperated.
"Hmm, yes?" The brunette spoke quietly, "what's wrong?" She asked, eyeing over the taller girls features, and then Sam's. They both seemed fine.
"We're hungry" Ginny complained.
The brunette smiled, it seemed at least the redhead had gotten her appetite back. That seemed like a good sign.
"Sam, were you this hungry before your first shift?" Hermione wondered.
The petite girl blushed what must have been seven shades of red, "I didn't... Not that I can remember anyway, I always felt too sick" She smiled a small crooked smile.
"Hmm. Well... We'll keep an eye on that, shall we?" She said happily, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on the redheads pouting lips.
"Did you make sandwiches?" The taller girl asked, impatiently. Her stomach gave a growl, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Always thinking with your stomach" she smiled, pulling three wrapped sandwiches from her bag. Handing one to Sam, and the second to Ginny. Who almost immediately pulled the packaging open to stuff a quarter into her mouth.
It seemed that she was really hungry; the brunette just hoped she wouldn't get sick after.
A few hours later, they found themselves standing on a beach. Listening to the waves crash against the pebbles lining the shore. It wouldn't be long now, not long at all. They'd be back, and safe with the rest of the order. Able to sleep in a proper bed, and have some time just to themselves without having to worry.
Sam had disappeared into the tent a while ago. The cool breeze having got to her, making her slightly uncomfortable.
"'Mione?" A soft voice called.
The brunette looked up and smiled, "mm?"
"I don't think I'm going to change" Ginny stated confidently, smiling warmly down at the older witch. Her arms wrapping carefully around the girls waist. Pulling the brunette closer into her larger body.
The older witch smiled up at the girl, her hands fisting into the fabric of the redheads shirt. "What makes you so sure?" Her voice was light, and warm. Her dark eyes locking with sparkling hazel ones.
"Because I don't feel it, I don't feel any of the things I should be feeling. I feel good. I just, hurt a bit. Other than that I feel fine" she smiled leaning down to graze her lips over the older girls jaw line, and down her neck. Nibbling gently on the sensitive skin there.
"I see, maybe we'll get lucky" Hermione voice was barely a whisper. A smile taking her full lips. Alight moan escaped her throat as the redhead's lips met her skin. Setting every inch she touched on fire.
The noise the older girl gave was enough to send a wave of heat straight to the youngest Weasley's groin. Her hands sliding down the older girls back to cup her bum gently, pulling her closer as best as she could.
The brunette gripped the redhead's shirt even tighter for a moment, before wrapping her arms around her neck. Tangling her fingers in the mass of red silk as their lips crashed together.
The heat radiating between the two was intense, and their bodies seemed to melt into one. Ginny pulled away, her eyes darker and glazed over.
There was no more rational thought, there was just need.
Taking the smaller hand of the older witch she pulled the girl inside their home, making her way over to the cot they shared.
Hermione followed eagerly, padding quietly behind the taller girl. Looking around to ensure Sam had gone to bed. Internally thanking herself for silencing the pixie like girls room.
Ginny flopped onto the bed, pulling the redhead on top of her. Crashing their lips together once again, with a bruising force.
The brunette shifted to straddle Ginny's thigh. Pressing her own into the younger girls heated core, causing a low growl like groan to erupt from the youngest Weasley's throat.
The redhead fumbling fingers found the hem of the eldest witch's shirt, tugging it upwards as best she could.
Hermione took the hit and sat up a little, just enough to pull the garment from her heated skin. Gasping as the cool air assaulted her as soon as the fabric was gone. Her dainty fingers lifting the redhead's shirt higher and higher, slowly pulling it from her body, careful not to pull her shoulder funny.
Her eyes met the quidditch toned body, and her fingers stroked along the rippling muscles just bellow the skin. Feeling how they moved and twitched under her touch. Her lips caught the redheads once again. Her hands moving to the waistband of the taller girls jeans. Fumbling with the button and zip in an attempt to get it undone.
Ginny's hands moved to the older girls hips, towards her bum, squeezing the flesh there before delicately sliding her fingers up her back, to release the garment holding the brunettes breasts. With one swift movement it was on the floor, and Ginny's lips had found their way to the older witch's neck. Placing open mouthed kisses down her chest, before finally taking one of the already hardened nubs into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it gently.
A throaty moan left the older girls open mouth, her hands tangling in the red locks. Holding the younger girl close.
"Bloody Hell!" Came a shrill voice, and Ginny jerked to hide her exposed girlfriend.
"Merlin's sake! Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Ginny almost whined.
"I needed to use the bathroom! I didn't expect that!" Sam blushed even darker.
Hermione's face paled, "Sam... Could you just, let us get dressed..." she spoke quietly, her breathing still ragged.
"Oh yes! Oh god I'm sorry!" The pixie like girl panicked rushing out of the room.
"I'm starting to think it's never going to happen" Ginny mumbled, kissing Hermione's cheek gently.
"It will, just... Maybe when we're alone..." She smiled warmly, tucking a strand of red behind the younger girl's ear.
The redhead pulled the older witch down next to her. Kicking her jeans off, she pulled the sheets over them, wrapping her arms around the brunette's body.
Yawning the brunette smiled, kicking her own jeans off, before waving her wand silently, causing the clothes to fold themselves. "Goodnight, Gin" she spoke quietly.
"Goodnight 'Mione, I love you" the redhead replied, kissing her bare shoulder gently.
"I love you too" More than you know, she added silently to herself. Snuggling back into the girls arms.