Written In The Body
Poetheather
A/N: Welcome back everyone! I missed you all! Enjoy this chapter!
A/N 2: My shoulder in still messed up and I am doing everything one handed which isn't easy. I see the doctor this week and hopefully they'll let me know what's up. This has been so not fun.
A/N 3: In case there are some of you who haven't noticed. I have actually begun doing re-edits of the first 10 chapters to bring them more in line with the rest of the story (in terms of length and quality). By 10 I had gotten into the groove. Chapters 1 and 2 have been done. Enjoy.
Still not JKR.
Thirty-eight
Hermione wished to all that she knew that she never got used to the pleasure she got waking up in Ginny's arms. She always wanted it to be a special thing because it really was. The thin light of winter was filtering through gaps in her curtains, illuminating the room just enough that she could make out some of the details and she just looked at her girlfriend, watching her sleep, content in those arms. And in truth it wasn't just the sleeping with her that made this so special, they had been sharing a bed together as girlfriends for months now up at school, but seeing her here, at her house, under her comforter all snuggled with a peaceful half-smile on her face was different. This felt more real to her in a way that Hogwarts didn't and probably couldn't. It was not that the school wasn't real but that there was so much magic involved that it was a bit difficult to equate it to real life sometimes, or at least the real life she had grown up in for her first eleven almost twelve years before she set foot in Hogwarts. It seemed at times as if nothing there really had any consequence on this world, on the rest of the world, as if it were apart from everything. But this, this moment here, in this house, in her bed and under her comforter, this was real, this had substance, this had weight and form, this had consequence and a permanence to it that she wanted more than anything. This was real life, the real life she craved.
Just seeing her sleeping in such a normal setting, no castle walls, no school colors, no House Elves on call, no torches or candles, just an unconscious redhead holding her close so that the faint smell of stale sweat, body odor and last night's sex hung on her skin made her heart beat just a little bit stronger, made her desire for the girl just a little bit deeper. She knew that breakfast would have to be made for them by hand as they did not have a magical kitchen to rely on. This was the real world and not some magical almost fairytale castle. Lying there she could picture morning after morning with this to look forward to and she could not hold back the smile that threatened to split her face. This really was the girl she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, the girl who had her heart completely and utterly, the one who had taken it in her dreams and there were no regrets. Ginny had been so wonderful and perfect that Hermione had no hope but to fall utterly and completely in love with her. It was magic.
Of course the girl had faults, everybody did. She was Weasley to a fault, much to Hermione's consternation. Though she had to admit that her habits were a good bit on the better side of Ron's and at least she ate like a human being. That had certainly been a trade up. Yes she had a bit of a disregard for her own life and limb while playing that bloody sport that made Hermione's heart lodge in her throat but she could not deny that it made her so alive that she couldn't begrudge her that. How could she? Besides she had grown used to that watching Harry over the years. There were other minor things but the months of living together were wearing the edges down on those. Sure this was not the love that Hermione had imagined when she had been reading Grimm's Fairy Tales in Primary School and picturing what it must be like to have found your true love and having an amazing magical wedding nevertheless the reality of this love she had with Ginny was so much truer and more magical than anything she had imagined.
Moving slowly, Hermione brushed some errant hairs from Ginny's face, tucking the red strands behind the girl's ear gently. She just wanted to better see her face. The freckles were adorable and she did enjoy amusing herself by trying to find patterns in them, constellations or whatnot. She loved the soft arch of her brows, the softness of her lips, her cute nose, that fierce determined look she got while fighting and the separate but similar one she got while playing. She loved the way when Ginny got this sort of mischievous playful look on her face that her lips and eyes sort of mirrored each other. Hermione had no idea how Ginny did that but it was fascinating. Her hands, she loved Ginny's hands, so strong and yet soft at the same time. How she managed that Hermione had no idea as she had expected them to have calluses from playing Quidditch. It still surprised her when she came off the Pitch and ran her hands down the skin of Hermione's arm, that lack of roughness. She knew Ginny wore gloves a lot of the time when she played and her mum must have taught her something to help with that as well because she knew Harry had some. Really, Hermione was at a loss to think of something about Ginny that she didn't love. Her girlfriend was just completely amazing in every way that she could think. Was there any surprise she had swooned like she had?
Now her only wish was that Mrs. Weasley would stop being… well, honestly, her for a bit so she would stop hurting her amazing daughter like she was. How could such a normally loving woman hurt such a remarkable daughter? It made Hermione want to go over to the Burrow and have words with the woman, an in person Howler. Sometimes Mrs. Weasley made her so mad that she could just throttle her and this wasn't the first time. Fourth year was and the summer before fifth were pretty forefront in her mind but not alone. She really would do that as well if it weren't for the fact that she was sure that it wouldn't have a noticeable effect on things and might even make things worse overall. Weasleys were just too stubborn by half and they all seemed to have inherited that particular trait from their mother far more than their father. Maybe she should get a hold of Fleur and rant about the woman for a bit. Now there was a woman who had some shared opinions about the Weasley matriarch. Perhaps Ginny would enjoy the opportunity to vent to a friendly ear for a bit as well. Besides Bill might be there and Hermione knew how much Ginny loved her oldest brother. It might make for a good lunch trip, she would check with Ginny after breakfast to see what she thought.
As she was thinking these things there was a slight movement, a twisting of the body holding her. Ginny fluttered her brown eyes open, looking at Hermione softly. She said sleepily, "Mornin'."
"Morning beautiful." Hermione answered, grinning at the yawn.
Ginny smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Love you."
"Love you too. Feel better?" asked Hermione, wondering if her girlfriend were less emotionally jangled after a serious shagging and a good night's rest. It had been the best therapy she could devise at short notice. She hoped it had worked.
Ginny nodded and then yawned again, wider this time. "I do. Thank you for everything."
"Hey now… I know you would do it for me," protested Hermione. "So how could I do any less?"
"And you would thank me as well, so just accept it," countered Ginny, not giving any ground.
"What do you want to do today?" Hermione knew that no matter what she might have in mind that her girlfriend's desires came first. She was the one who had been hurt after all and she was the one who needed to be taken care of.
"I don't know 'mione. I really don't. After last night maybe just sit around and do a lot of nothing because I'm still feeling a bit overwhelmed. I honestly did not expect that. I thought she might be a bit upset over this but nothing to that degree. I… it was kind of scary Kitten and I wished you had been there to support me." Ginny sniffled a little.
Hermione leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry love. You did not deserve that. I really wish that hadn't happened to you."
"Me to." Ginny pulled her closer, sighing in contentment.
Hermione kissed Ginny on the forehead again and then on the lips lovingly. It started soft but as neither pulled away it grew deeper and deeper, not filled with wild, raw passion but warm affectionate passion. Since she was in the best position for it, Hermione ran her free hand up Ginny's torso, alongside her neck and into her hair, letting fingers play as they continued kissing. Ginny began rubbing her back and it was taking all she had not to purr in pleasure at the sensation.
They continued kissing for a while, just enjoying themselves, in no rush to go further and then Hermione slid her hand from Ginny's hair to trail it back down her body to start circling her breast. Ginny moaned in her mouth and Hermione's eyes crinkled in a smile, not stopping what she was doing and enjoying the response. Her palm slid over Ginny's nipple, enticing it to grow more erect, rolling it briefly before cupping and squeezing in that way her girlfriend enjoyed so much. Breaking the kiss, she nipped her was to the neck, kissing and licking the skin there, tugging lightly on the earlobe then sucking. Moans told her how this was being received which only drove her on.
After suitable time there, her lips trailed kisses down to the opposite breast, kissing the nipple once before running her tongue round the course of the areola, delighting in the tightening flesh, the way it rippled the skin, the way the nipple engorged. Sucking a good bit of breast into her mouth, Hermione kept up the suction as her tongue flicked the nipple in a matching rhythm to her hand, eliciting a deeper moan. She changed her squeezing to more direct nipple play, loving how sensitive Ginny's breasts were. Increasing her intensity with both fingers and tongue, she kept it up until she felt the slight shudder that let her know that her Vixen had cum once.
She bit the nipple lightly, enjoying how Ginny breathed in sharply, jumped a bit and thrust her chest up. Her hand moved from where it had been playing, sliding down her belly to play with the muscles there briefly. Gin wriggled some and Hermione flicked the nipple she was still attached to with her tongue and nipped it briefly, distracting her. She slid down the outer thigh, up the inner thigh, scratching lightly with her nails and came to rest cupping her.
"Oh Merlin… don't… please…" begged Ginny, words breaking apart.
Hermione was amused at how much Ginny needed her touch. Not that she would have done better in her place but it was amusing. She worked her fingers into the folds, sliding down to slick her fingers first with some of Vixy's wetness before moving back up to find the clit. Wiggling it back and forth quickly a few times, making Ginny gasp again, throwing her head back into the pillow, she changed up and began to slowly circle the firm nub, brushing it just enough to keep fanning the flames of her girl's passion higher. The moaning began to mix with panting, hips bucking to try and get more contact. Hermione kept circling, feeling lesser tremors roll through Gin and just knew that this one would be good when she finally let her go.
"Kitten…" The want in Ginny's voice was making her so wet that she was sure it was pooling, ready to spill over. That sound of desperation when she kept her redhead at the edge, so close yet not quite taking her over was a thing of beauty. "Please… Otter…"
The panting and bucking were joined with this mewling as she had been teasing Ginny for seven, eight minutes now, keeping her right there, right on the precipice, taking her closer, where her breathing grew ragged, backing off, denying her the pressure to drive that orgasm home. Having alternated from breast to neck and now lifting her mouth from Ginny's breast, she regarded her girlfriend's face, saw the glazed eyes, saw the need, that delicate agony of pleasure and smiled predatorily. It was time. She stopped the circling, instead sliding fingers down and in, hooking into that spongy ridge while her thumb went to the clit. Squeezing her hand in time, increasing the pace and intensity, she looked Ginny right in the eyes as the girl quickly began the fluttery squeezing around her fingers, tightening to the point where they almost hurt but still Hermione moved them, her thumb flying. Choked moans, gasps and groans filled the room. Ginny's back arching off the bed, internal muscles so tight that Hermione could barely move her fingers, but her thumb was still able to flick her clit. Her hand ached under the pressure but there was no way she was going to stop. Not even remotely. This was too beautiful.
Finally Ginny weakly waved her off, unable to find her voice to tell her to stop, that what she felt was too much. Unable to pull her hand free because of how tight it was being held, she stilled her hand to help her Vixen come down, to lessen the sensations. Her hand was soaked, more so than had ever happened. When the muscles released, Hermione pulled her hand free, causing Ginny to shudder and moan. Brown eyes fluttered open, watching her with a sort of dazed happiness so to push things a bit further Hermione licked her fingers clean. This made Vixy close her eyes and shudder again making Hermione giggle. She leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on the lips, taking the time to make it soft and sensual, saying, "Good Morning."
"I… you…" Ginny dropped her head back down, enjoying another post orgasmic aftershock. She swallowed and blinked a few times, trying to settle back into herself.
"I see. Well, there's no helping it then, I guess I'll need to take things in hand." Hermione slid a hand down and between her own swollen and wet lips. She watched Ginny, eyes roving over the redhead's naked and flushed body as her fingers found just the right spot.
Ginny just lay there, watching as Hermione brought herself to several orgasms, trembling against her body as each one hit. She sighed in contentment as she finished up, "Much better. Can you move yet Vixy or did I break you?"
"I don't know. But that was a wonderful way to wake up."
"Yes it was." Knowing that if she didn't do something she was going to fall back asleep, Hermione asked, "Want to get up and get some breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry yet but I could stand getting up." Ginny smiled softly at her. "Besides, I figure we both could use a shower after our playtime."
"There may be something to that," agreed Hermione.
They untangled themselves and got to their feet. Ginny stretched her hands above her head, rising up on her toes. Her eye drawn to the taut muscles of Ginny's legs and butt, Hermione smiled at the sight. It was just so lovely. There were certainly benefits in dating an athlete. Yes, this was indeed a good way to wake up. She made appreciative sounds.
When they made it downstairs after getting ready and freshening the air in the room, Simon was happy to see Ginny and he rushed over to hug her. With his head still against her, arms tight about her waist, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Ginny chuckled some at that, knowing how protective he was of his friends, how sensitive he was to his friend's moods, and said, "I'm fine Simon, thanks for asking. The hug helps. Morning Amy."
The little girl shyly waved at her, "Good morning."
Hermione could hear her mother in the kitchen and she headed that way, leaving Ginny with her new siblings. That was such a new and strange concept that it would take a while to really sink in. Siblings. She had siblings. Simon was her brother. How weird was that? He was her brother all because she said hi to him in the Common Room, noticed that something was wrong and took action. Life really took you funny places when you least expected it. Her mother was filling a large teapot with hot water from the kettle as she walked in. "Morning Mum."
"Morning Hermione. Did the two of you sleep well?" Her mother quickly glanced over but continued to focus on what she was doing.
"Yes. Oh that reminds me, when we have a moment when Ginny is not around can we talk? I have some things to talk to you about." asked Hermione, looking out towards the living room to ensure that her girlfriend could not overhear. She could see that Ginny was still occupied.
Her mother gave her this very understanding look and smile, pat her on the arm saying, "Of course dear. That would be fine. Now could you help me with breakfast? We have a rather full house right now and I could use a hand."
"Sure. It is a bit strange having the house be this full. I am so used to it being the just the three of us or maybe us plus Gin after this summer that this is a bit overwhelming. But I can get used to it." There was a sound of wonder in Hermione's voice as she said that. It really was different to start having near Weasley numbers in the house. "Even with people not being that loud, there is a lot more noise."
Laughing lightly, her mother indicated that she should get to the toast, saying, "So true. Your father and I had gotten used to the quiet without you here during the school year and to suddenly get a six year old… well it has certainly been an adjustment."
Hermione bit her lip as she thought. She had the inkling of an idea that could help her family and possibly be a good thing but she wasn't sure how her Mum would take it. The worst she could say was no after all. The best, well… the best would be a yes. "Well, if you want I can try and get a House Elf to help out around the house. You could have them help you and dad with keeping the house clean, the clothes washed and such, maybe even watch Amy occasionally so you two could have a break."
"I thought you said they were slaves?" Her mother's tone was more questioning than disapproving, clearly trying to get information before jumping to any conclusions. She wished she had done that back when she had first heard about House Elves.
"That's what I thought as well but I was wrong. After Dobby died rescuing us and Harry told me some of the things that had been kept from me, I talked to some House Elves about their lives and their bond to their families. It was not what I thought it was. What I learned is that it isn't a purely subservient relationship; there are benefits for them in it as well. This is sort of a trade. They effectively give service to the family for access to magical energy that they need to survive. That's a very rough explanation but that's it," clarified Hermione.
"Then how could we have a House Elf?" Her mother seemed a bit confused by things. "We can't really provide them with any magic."
"Amy. Because she is magical and lives here and because of the fact that there is residual energy from me living here you could have a House Elf help you out. With Simon living here as well until he leaves school that will help as well. Even afterwards, once Amy goes to school, until she leaves school that should work. Afterwards I guess the Elf could come and stay with one of the three of us at night or something and help you out the rest of the time." Hermione shrugged, offering up her best idea she could think of.
"You seem fairly sure of this." Her mother had an eyebrow raised.
With a shake of her head, Hermione said, "Not really, this is all guess work at this point. I don't know of any non-magical families that have House Elves so I'm not sure if this will work or not. There are a number of things I don't know but it is worth a shot in order to make life easier on you both. The fact that you got Amy and Simon is also a surprise and gives me hope that things might actually be different in the future. The new Minister, Kingsley, he's a good man."
Her mother stared at her for a minute and the toaster popped breaking her out of her reverie. She asked, "You know the Minister of Magic by his first name?"
"Yeah I do and yes it is a bit strange. He was in the Order of the Phoenix and we fought together at the Ministry, in getting Harry from Privet Drive, and at the Battle of Hogwarts. I like him, trust him, and think he will make a good minister. He's been making good decisions so far." Hermione switched the toast around then sliced the two finished pieces, laying them on a plate.
"Okay then. Well… perhaps we should look into this whole House Elf thing if you think it is a good idea. Getting more help around the house would be lovely since you know how much your father and I work. We are trying to change that some but it's been a challenge." said her mother.
"Well, I wanted to run into Diagon Alley over break to check on my new vault and I can ask the Goblins there if they can help me with that. Paying them for that assistance rather than to just ask up at Hogwarts will probably help make amends for destroying their bank and accidentally getting some of the Goblins killed. I want to build as many bridges as possible." said Hermione. "But if they can't help I can always ask at school to see if there is anyone who might want to come and work for you."
"Right. Well let's finish up here and feed our loved ones. I'm sure their hungry." Her mother smiled at her and gave her a wink, causing Hermione to blush.
They carried the food and tea out to the dining room and saw that the table was already set. Ginny grinned at them and said, "Well, I just wanted to do my part to help and Amy was a great assistant."
Hermione came over and kissed her on the cheek as she sat down next to her. Amy giggled when she saw that and Ginny winked at her saying, "Oh, did you want one as well?"
The girl kept giggling and said, "No I don't need a kiss."
Ginny frowned a little and said, "Well okay but if you don't want it is it okay if I give your's to someone else?"
Amy nodded and so Ginny turned and kissed Hermione on her cheek. Hermione blushed a little, pleased by the action which made Amy giggle even more. Her mother rolled her eyes, shaking her head at their antics. "You two… honestly."
After her father came down, breakfast went well and was appreciated by all. Once finished and the dishes were taken into the kitchen and done, the family was sitting in the living room relaxing together, talking about inconsequential things and the days plans. Hermione was on the couch holding Ginny with Amy next to them when there was a knock at the door. Everyone stared at each other as it was clear that no one was expecting anyone. The two girls drew their wands and stood, the memories of the war still with them and coloring their actions. Hermione gestured to Ginny to stay with her parents while she went to the door. She got a brief nod of agreement. Wand at the ready, she looked through the peephole and saw that it was Mr. Weasley standing there, looking a touch awkward. She lowered her wand alongside her leg.
Opening the door cautiously, Hermione asked, "Can I help you Mr. Weasley?"
"Yes Hermione. Is Ginny here by any chance? She wasn't with George or Bill and Fleur, so I figured she might be here. I… well it was more likely she was here anyway as… I mean since you're her girlfriend and all. So I was hoping… I mean…" He was getting more flustered as he went on, clearly at a loss for what it was that he wanted to say. He looked at her, worry plain on his face. "Is she here?"
She opened the door wider, smiling at the agitated man. She nodded in answer as she said, "Come in Mr. Weasley."
"Thank you Hermione." He sounded so relieved when he said that. Doffing his coat and hat, he followed her inside and to the living room. He smiled broadly when he spotted Ginny and rushed over to hug her, holding her tight in his arms. "Oh Ginny, I'm so glad you're okay. I was worried about you."
Hermione could hear that Ginny was trying to hold back tears when she said, "Daddy."
"I was very disappointed with your mother last night and after your spat she and I spoke long into the night about this. I demanded to know why she would treat you that way because disagreeing with you or not over this subject, this was still no cause to treat you in that manner." Mr. Weasley sounded very serious, which was rather unusual for the man. This had clearly riled him up. Hermione was rather proud of him. She had always adored Arthur.
Her mother stood and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea Arthur?"
"Uh… oh, uh… no thank you. Perhaps later." He smiled at her mother and turned back to his daughter. "From what I could gather from your mother, she has several reasons for her outburst or at least things she sees as reasons. One is that she has been dreaming of the perfect weddings for you and Ron for years with Harry and Hermione here joining the family and the lot of us becoming one big happy Weasley family. After she lost her brothers in the first war she really has become a touch obsessed with family which explains some of the rest of her issues in a few areas. With Fred dying and George getting injured and having been estranged from Percy for so long she has been desperate to keep the family together as much as possible in her particular view of how everything should be. She didn't want anything to change as it made her feel helpless and out of control."
"But Dad, that's crazy." stated Ginny, eyes wide, looking back and forth between him and Hermione, even to the Grangers as if they had so sort of answer.
"I know Firefly and I'm sorry you are facing the brunt of this. It's just that your mother is desperately trying to hold on to things that cannot be held on to and it is frustrating her. Then there is the realization that with George living above the shop and Ron staying at the training site most of the time while he is learning to be an Auror and with you at school that very soon, probably by this summer given things, the house will be empty and all of you will have grown up and moved away, to start your own lives. I know it's a normal part of life and you all have to do that but I think she feels that she won't really be needed anymore. So I believe this is also her trying to hold on to that one last dream, one last golden moment that she can milk for all that it is worth. She doesn't hate you love, not at all. She's just scared and unsure of where life is going at the moment and unfortunately you caught her with a bit of a surprise at just the wrong time and she reacted poorly. This first Christmas without Fred is not going to be easy on any of us but it has been hitting her very hard. You know she loves you kids very much and that despite all her grumbling she was especially fond of the twins."
Ginny was sniffling now, nodding her head as she was having a hard time saying anything. Tears were beginning to fill the corners of her eyes and Hermione was having that problem as well.
"After we talked, she realized that she may have seriously messed things up between you and wishes she could have reacted better. This was not how she wanted to react to you telling us about who you were seeing. She is very happy for you Ginny, she really is. Hermione, from the both of us we are very happy to know that you are dating our daughter. We thought you were going to date Ron there for a while but you ending up with a Weasley makes us feel very pleased indeed. You're a very special girl and we're happy to know that Ginny here makes you happy." He smiled at hugged Hermione.
Both Ginny and Hermione were blushing brightly at this point, finding it difficult to look at each other. Her parents were grinning as were her new siblings. Simon was looking a bit teary eyed as well as they knew how upset he had been when he had heard what had happened to Ginny.
"Thank you Dad. She makes me very happy. I couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend." said Ginny, looking back at Hermione with a very loving and devoted gaze.
Hermione grinned and said, "Thank you Mr. Weasley. Ginny is wonderful and she makes me very happy."
"Then that's all that matters. Now you'll all be there for the party, won't you Martin, yes?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking between the different faces curiously. "It really wouldn't be Christmas without you all there."
"Absolutely Arthur. We've been looking forward to it. I know Patricia and I have been and Amy here has been very enthused." replied her father.
"Wonderful. Ginny, do you think you could possibly come home with me? I know your Mother has a lot to say to you in person and I know that I would miss you. However, it is entirely your choice. I just want you to know that your mother is really scared that she has ruined things between the two of you and wants to make things right. You won't be there for very much longer and far too soon you won't be spending very much time living at the Burrow and we'll miss you. I know she hurt you Firefly and you know some of the reasons why. So do you think you could maybe do that? For me?" asked Mr. Weasley, with a slight guilt trip that was more a pull on the heart strings than anything else. Hermione had to give him that.
Ginny shook her head, eyes wet with unshed tears, almost wanting to laugh. This was probably more than she expected when she woke up. "Sure Dad. Let me get my stuff."
Grabbing Hermione by her hand, the redhead dragged her upstairs. Once they were in Hermione's room Ginny turned to face Hermione and she had tears trickling slowly from the corners of her eyes. She looked at her clearly craving some sort comforting, "Do you think it's true?"
"It certainly sounds like your mother and I don't think your father would have come all this way if he hadn't been serious about this. I think it has to be true," answered Hermione giving her a soft smile.
Ginny nodded and hugged her. "Is it okay to be nervous?"
"Of course Vixy. Last night was horrible for you and being nervous is a perfectly natural response to everything after that. But I think you have to trust you dad here and believe that he has your best interests at heart. You know that he loves you. You've told me how he has doted on you forever and I don't think that is going to change just because you're in love with me. You're his little girl. He would never do that to you Vixy." said Hermione, trying to calm Ginny's agitation. Sending her back to the Burrow this wound up would be like lighting a fuse and waiting for her and her mother to explode. For the sake of peace between mother and daughter she had to help bring her down.
Ginny rested her head against Hermione's shoulder and chuckled softly, hands going around Hermione's waist. "You're right, you're always right. It'll be fine. I trust you. Besides it's not like I can't make it back here if I didn't need to should things go badly."
Hermione pulled back and kissed Ginny on her forehead, "Exactly. You know I'm always here for you Vixy and we'll be there in a few days if nothing else. So talk with your mother. Relax at home. Spend time with your family. Buy my Christmas present if you already haven't." This elicited a laugh from the redhead. "And just have some fun because we will be heading back to school soon and then it's NEWTS, Quidditch for you, and that's about it."
"Ugh… don't remind me. I am so not looking forward to that, juggling classes and two more games. You're going to go all crazy Granger on us come May aren't you?" Ginny rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"I beg your pardon?" retorted Hermione, mock affronted by the statement. There was no doubt as to what behavior Ginny was referring to as it was something that Harry and Ron got on her every year after the first. She was trying to get better but classes were important.
Ginny smirked and kissed her on the nose, "I love you Kitten."
"I love you too Vixen. Now let's get you packed so you can go home and talk with your Mum about all of this. The sooner you're done the sooner you can relax. Make sure that you let me know what happened." After one more hug they turned and got to packing.
It was an apprehensive Ginny that came down the stairs, being prodded slightly by Hermione. She shot her girlfriend a dirty look after she squirmed away which only earned her an amused smirk and a swat to her backside from Hermione. This made Ginny leap forward in surprise and got the others to laughing. The rounds of goodbye huggings started and Mr. Weasley came over to Hermione first. He embraced her warmly, saying, "You are very good for her Hermione. She is very lucky to have you."
"I'm the lucky one Mr. Weasley. Ginny is amazing and I really do love her. I have never been so blessed." Hermione gazed at Ginny the whole time she said that with an adoring grin on her face. Ginny missed the whole thing.
"Well then perhaps Molly's dreams aren't as dead as she thinks. Take care of yourself Hermione and I will see you for Christmas." He grinned at her and moved on.
Ginny and she hugged and kissed goodbye, keeping it rather chaste for them given the fact that parents were present and watching. "Bye Gin. I love you."
"I love you too. Bye 'mione. See you soon." Ginny waved and the two of them apparated away.
Hermione had a wry look on her face as she headed back to the living room. She went over and sat on the couch, pulling her feet under her and sighing. Amy was looking at her a bit funny and got up on the couch, sitting beside her. "You miss her already?"
"Yes Amy, she's my girlfriend. I always miss her when she's not there," replied Hermione, since that was a very obvious statement, not that Amy knew.
The little girl moved closer and hugged Hermione, "I'm sorry she's gone."
Hermione pulled her new sister even closer, right into her lap, hugging the girl about the waist, "That happens sometimes. She has to talk with her mother to make sure everything is alright between them after the two of them fought last night. That is more important than her being here with me no matter how much I want her here. I love her and miss her but first things first."
"She's nice. I like her a lot." Amy cuddled against her and Hermione smiled.
"Yes she is." She noticed that her mother was grinning at the image they were presenting and Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly in amusement. She had to admit she kind of liked this as well, though Amy was heavier than expected.
"Simon told me she plays this game on a broom. Squidditch?" Amy really sounded unsure about the new word.
"The game is actually called Quidditch, but I will have to tell her about that. That's pretty funny. She does and she's brilliant at it. It is so amazing to watch her fly. Ginny wants to go on to play professionally and is good enough to do so. We can try to see if you all can come up to see one of the games at the school."
Amy's eyes got wide and she was clearly excited with the idea, "Can we? Can we really?"
"I can check with the Headmistress but I don't see too much of a problem with making that happen. I can think of several ways around the Muggle Repelling wards that are nice and easy and getting you three there should be no issue. I mean we did it for the Ceremony so why not for this? I think there should be ways for Muggle parents to come visit the school like other parents." Hermione directed some of that to her parents. Her father looked interested as she knew that he had been enjoying Quidditch Through The Ages and would doubtless want to watch a game. If only the wizarding world would get over their issue with parents of muggleborn.
"That would be wonderful Hermione." He said with a grin. "I'm looking forward to it."
They sat there for a while chatting, eventually watching a movie. When it was time to make lunch, Hermione went into the kitchen to help her mother. As they were getting things out to prepare the meal, her mother asked as an aside, "You wanted to talk?"
Hermione blushed, a touch embarrassed by the subject she wanted to bring up. It was hard to believe that she was going to be bringing this up but after the war and then almost losing Ginny a month ago she just had to do this. It was all that she had been able to think of in her free time. Life was too short and she wanted to seize what happiness she had and hold onto it forever. If no one and nothing else taught her that Tonks and Remus had. "Yeah. I've… well, I've been thinking of asking Ginny to marry me…"
"Really? And that's legal in the Wizarding World?" Her mother seemed surprised.
"Yes, it actually is and has been for quite a while. While wizarding culture is backwards in quite a number of ways in others it's not. This one surprised me and I was very pleased to say the least when I found out. The book I found with that information in it certainly made me excited." explained Hermione, happy to share the knowledge she had gained.
"Right, go on," said her mother with an amused smile.
"And well, I wanted to know if you thought it was a good idea, because I wanted to get her a ring and do this before we head back to school?" finished up Hermione a bit shyly, a touch embarrassed by this admission.
Her mother beamed at her and hugged her tight. "I know that you don't make decisions without thinking seriously about them Hermione so why this and why now? If you can explain it to me then I can help you convince your father that it's a good idea and help you make it happen. So what is your reasoning?"
Hermione took a deep breath, thought about Ginny, which gave her a smile and began to explain.