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Chapter 18
It was early the next morning when the girls finally awakened from their peaceful slumber. Their bodies still entwined, holding tight to the other. As if both feared if they let go, the counterpart would simply vanish into an ending dream. As if they would suddenly wake up from the nightmarish dream and all would be right with the world. But so incredibly wrong all at the same time.
In the hell that was bestowed on them, they found the light both needed to keep the fight alive. The light within each other that lead the way through the looming darkness.
Ginny's fingers gingerly stroked up and down Hermione's bare back. Running their tips gently along the soft smooth skin. Flawless, was all that came across her mind. The brunette had always been so incredibly perfect in her own minds eye. It was a miracle in itself that Hermione had even considered her as a partner. That this terrible longing for the older witch was finally quenched by the liquid that was the smartest witch of their age.
The brunette rested her cheek against Ginny's chest. Listening to how her heart beat, feeling the rise and the fall of her chest. Her eyes fixed on the bite mark that resided on the redhead's shoulder. The scar was still raised and angry looking, though not even half as bad as it had been. How the younger girl wasn't showing any signs of the repercussions was astonishing, a bite like that should have infected her. Something cramped around her heart, and her eyes glistened as her mind worked. The thought of the redhead in pain was something she hated; Ginny was always so brave, always. Even when the hurt was clear in her eyes. She kept a brave face on. The mere prospect of the redhead showing any signs of the infection pained the brunette. The fact she wasn't, just worried Hermione. She should be, and why she wasn't showing anything was a complete mystery.
Soon a grumbling came from the redhead's stomach. A sheer sign that it was time for breakfast. If only they could stay like this forever, if they could just ignore the task at hand. But alas, they couldn't.
"'Mione, can we go get breakfast now?" The redhead spoke, her voice gentle and warm.
"We can" Hermione spoke, placing a tender kiss on the sensitive skin of the redhead's neck. Finally shifting herself so she could pull clothes on. A smile tugging at her lips as the events of the previous night played on her mind. Ginny seemed to be everything, everything she had ever wanted, ever needed, in the most obvious yet so unexpected person.
Running a hairbrush through her untameable mass of waves, she smiled at her own reflection. The image of the redhead, sleep tussled and half dressed bounced around in the background. Seemingly unable to get her flannel pyjama bottoms on. A small giggle left her throat as she turned around.
"You alright there Gin?" She asked, raising a brow at the girl. Folding her arms across her chest.
"I would be if these bloody things weren't so hard to put on" the redhead grumbled, finally yanking the pyjama's on. Her hazel eyes met the dark brown orbs staring back at her, a blush creeping up her neck as she smiled a crooked smile.
The older witch smirked, shaking her head. "Let's go before you do yourself another injury, or worse, you miss breakfast" Hermione laughed, reaching out to entwine her fingers with the slightly larger ones of the redhead.
"I think that's a pretty good plan 'Mione" Ginny nodded, a goofy smile taking her features as she shuffled behind the smaller girl.
Upon entering the kitchen, a voice close to the door boomed. "What the bloody hell?" A wide eyed Ron seemed to be staring at their connected hands.
"What?" Ginny spoke, a slightly smug smirk curled her lips now.
"What do you think your doing holding Hermione's hand like that?!" He asked, almost as if he couldn't understand what was right in front of his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to hold my girlfriend any way I want to, Ron" Ginny sneered back.
Hermione rolled her eyes, pulling the redhead towards the other end of the table. Sitting her down before sitting next to her.
"Don't worry Ginny, He'll get over it" the brunette spoke, tracing small calming circles over the redhead's wrist.
When her eyes finally were met by the younger witch's she gasped. Her eyes seemed to be glowing a dull glow.
Taking a second look, the glow had vanished. Had it been there at all? Perhaps it was just the light. It must have been.
Ginny's crooked smile took her attention, and the brunette couldn't help but lean over to place a tender kiss on her pink lips. "I love you" Hermione mumbled against her lips before pulling away again.
"I love you too" The redhead replied, before pulling heaps of food onto her plate.
Hermione's eyes wandered down the table, only to be met with Mrs. Weasley's warm smile, and a small nod. There was no hostility there, not like she was expecting. Following Ginny's example, food found its way to her plate.
Soon Sam joined the group, looking happy and healthy as she quietly took her seat amongst the redheads. Eating timidly, joining into the conversation as she began to get more comfortable. Her short hair stuck up at all different angles, and a smile always playing on her lips. Hermione sighed; she'd have to talk to the girl about how exactly she was turned.
Soon Mr. Weasley stood, clearing his throat to grab the attention of those surrounding the table.
Silence fell as everyone waited to be told what exactly was happening.
"Right, now that I have everyone's attention, I have news" he started, leaning to press his palms into the table.
"Percy and I paid a late visit to the French Ministry, informing them of exactly what we know of the fall of our own Ministry. Now, that have agreed to help us, but, we will have to move quickly. We don't want anyone alerting those who are involved with the take over. We will all need to be ready first thing tomorrow morning; that will give the French ministry enough time to gather their aurors."
Suddenly it all became real again, the impending fight that would be nothing less than brutal. Hermione's fingers wrapped around Ginny's and she squeezed them lightly. The possibility of loosing her was very real.
The group at the table seemed to deplete, and after a while it was just her and Ginny left.
"I need to go and speak to Sam" Hermione sighed, standing up, she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the redheads cheek.
Moving out of the kitchen, leaving her Girlfriend to sit in what seemed like a trance. The redhead was acting a little strange, and Hermione couldn't exactly put her finger on why. As she made her ascent she thought about what she would say what questions she would ask.
All too soon she was stood outside the pixie like girls door, listening to the rummaging going on inside. With a small sigh, she raised her fist to gently tap her knuckles against the cold wood of the door.
The sound seemed to echo, and footsteps could be heard approaching the other side of the door. As the wooden barrier was opened, she smiled a warm smile down at the younger girl. "I was hoping I could talk to you" Hermione spoke warmly.
"Of course" Sam nodded, stepping out of the way to allow the older witch into her room.
"I wanted to ask, about the wolf that turned you" the brunette stated, shutting the door behind her as she entered the room.
"I don't remember much from that night"
"It's okay, I just need to know everything you can tell me" Hermione reassured, "anything at all will be helpful" she spoke warmly. Sitting on the side of the large bed.
"I don't even know where to start"
"What did the wolf look like?" The brunette asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He was big, and had so much fur. Like a massive wolf, but not on all fours, and his eyes were glowing, like there was some kind of light behind them" Sam began explaining. "I didn't even know it was a full moon, I'd never have been out if I'd have known." Sam sighed pinching her brow.
"Do you remember the date?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It was in the summer, August fifth I think" the small pixie like girl stated.
A sigh escaped the brunette's lips; something about the whole thing didn't feel right. She just couldn't figure out what. Something was going on, and she was sure it had something to do with the Ministry take over.
"Are you going to stay here tomorrow?" The brunette asked, unsure if the pixie like girl should come, it would be incredibly dangerous.
"I want to do whatever I can to help" Sam stated, her voice serious.
"Can you apparate?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Unofficially, I can, I haven't passed the test though" Sam stated, smiling a small quirky smile.
"If it gets too bad, you need to get out" Hermione stated, "apparate as far away from possible, and you'll have to get back here, we'll make sure you have a broom" She smiled, placing her hand on the girls smaller one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm going to go and check on Ginny, and make sure she's packing her bag right" Hermione laughed. Standing up to head out of the room. Leaving Sam to her own devices.
Crossing the hall she entered the room she and her girlfriend shared. Finding Ginny sat against the headboard, reading. The redhead looked up at her, a smile crossing her lips that didn't exactly reach her eyes. "How did the talk go?" She spoke warmly, taking the older girls hand to pull her down onto the bed. Squeezing her shoulders carefully.
"Pretty good" Hermione almost groaned out, leaning back into the redheads touch. She was stressed beyond belief, and the small contact was all she needed to feel a little bit of the weight melt away.
"I don't think she was bitten by a Werewolf Gin" Hermione stated simply.
The redhead's eyes widened, an eyebrow rising. "What do you mean? She had to have been, she's one of them?"
"I think it was a Lycan that bit her, she said it was like a giant wolf, and had a lot of fur, werewolves look more like a cross between a human and a wolf, not that much fur to them, and they aren't that big" Hermione began explaining.
"But if it was dark, she might not have seen, and may just be remembering what she thinks she should" Ginny pointed out. It was a good point, but there were too many other factors.
"It was on the fifth of June, as far as I know there wasn't a full moon until half way through the month, How could she have been bitten, by a werewolf, when it wasn't a full moon" Hermione stated, her voice full of determination.
"I don't think I understand 'Mione" the redhead spoke, "I'm not too sure what a Lycan even is" She sighed, rubbing her fingers in firm circles over the older witch's shoulders.
"A Lycan is what the Werewolf comes from. A Lycan is a creature who can change willingly into a wolf. It's completely controlled during the change, and can change at any point in time. A Lycan is a lot bigger than a werewolf, and has a lot more of the wolf like characteristics. A lot more fur, more of the wolves like structure. A Werewolf's genes are the depleted version of the Lycan's, when there are two dominant genes combined, a Lycan is created. Sam has one of the dominant genes, and when she bit you, she passed it on in a lesser form to you." She finished, turning to look the redhead in the eyes.
"I think I understand, the werewolf is a lesser Lycan, and that's because the genes have been depleted, and even if I get lucky, I am a carrier. And if I change, and bite someone, they'll have a lesser gene than I?"
"Yes that's right, until finally it just bleeds out into the Werewolf mutation. They'll have the same effects as each other, unless the Lycan gene is paired with another dominant Lycan Gene by some means, then a Lycan is produced"
With a sigh Ginny nodded, she wasn't sure why it mattered, but it seemed important to the brunette.
"It's interesting" came Hermione's voice one last time before she leant in to press a tender kiss on the redhead's lips. "I wonder what they wanted with Sam."
"Who knows, maybe it was some sick lonely bastard who wanted a toy" Ginny spoke furrowing her brows in disgust.
"I'm glad I haven't been showing signs, I think I'll get Lucky 'Mione, I don't think I'm going to change" she spoke with a smile.
Hermione did hope so, she hoped with all of her heart that no more harm or hurt would come to the redhead she adored so much.
"I love you" The brunette smiled a wide smile.
"I love you too, Promise me something Hermione?"
"Anything"
"When we get to the Ministry, if anything happens, get yourself out..." Ginny's eyes sparkled, a tinge of sadness to her voice.
"What happened to 'I'm always fine'" the older witch asked, stroking her thumb down the redhead's cheek.
"I will be, but I want you safe and sound so I can have you for the rest of forever peacefully after this, it's almost over, and I don't want it to be the end, but the beginning of the rest of forever"