A/n, sorry for the short chapter. I've not been very well, at all. I've been trying to keep up, and I've lost my place. The next one will be better, I promise.
I just had my tattoo finished, it's pretty awesome. It's "Mischief Managed" across my stomach. It's in the title lightning bolt writing, and its blue black and white, done super cool. Thought I'd share that news.
Chapter 24
The alarm clock screeched, a high pitched noise rang within Hermione's skull. She'd have to invest in a muggle alarm clock, shockingly, they were much less annoying. But for now, the magical would do the trick. As she rose from her short slumber, her form refreshed and ready for that night.
Rolling over she stretched her tired muscles out, waking them from their small break. As she became more and more aware of her surroundings, she noticed an odd space beside her. The redhead must have already woken; which was shocking. Ginny looked so tired, the shift must have taken it out of her. The brunette sat thoughtful for a moment, her brilliant mind wandering to the younger witch's control after her shift. Could that have just been due to exhaustion? Or did she have the restraint because the opponent was Ron. It was a mystery that Hermione would have to simply solve.
Hopefully, if they worked on keeping Ginny's shifts under control, she would be able to play quidditch again. Hermione sighed, the thought of the redhead playing such a dangerous sport, especially if they would be having children. Children. That was a happy thought, and the older witch supposed, once that ball was in the court, Ginny would have retired. Or maybe they wouldn't have to wait? Hermione had a steady job, one that she was sure she'd have for a very long time. Considering her standing with the Ministry.
They where already bound to each other by some magical bond. So why wait to get married? Or have children. Ginny was Twenty-two, and she was nearly Twenty-four. It seemed like a good idea. With a wide smile, she jumped from the bed, and wandered out of the room in search of the redhead. "Ginny!" She called, practically skipping through the halls.
"In here 'Mione" called the redhead from the kitchen. The older witch's stomach erupted in a fit of butterflies as she made her way anxiously towards the kitchen.
Stepping over the threshold Hermione smiled a wide smile, her eyes lingering on the younger witch. The redhead's cheeks were full of sandwich, and her eyes were trained on the older witch.
"I think we should get married!" Hermione said happily, full of confidence. Moving towards the redhead whose eyes had all but bugged out of her head. Choking on her sandwich as she tried to swallow down the lump that had caught in her throat. All she could do was nod her head as a sign she agreed.
"And have children!" Hermione's face split in two, the grin she wore was from ear to ear. She climbed onto the taller girls lap and straddled her knees. Her arms wrapping around the redheads neck gently.
Finally able to swallow enough to speak Ginny spluttered out something unintelligible. "Uhm, yes! Of course, when?"
The redhead finally spoke clearly, a smile just as wide as Hermione's took her features hostage. It didn't look like it would leave any time soon either.
"Soon? As soon as we can plan it for? But no children before marriage! We'll announce it tonight" Hermione spoke, obviously having planned the entire scenario out in her head.
"That sounds good to me, we best get ready though, people will be arriving soon" Ginny smiled, leaning forwards to place a gentle kiss on Hermione's nose, and then lips. "I can't wait" she spoke happily, her smile evident in her voice.