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Title: Good Things

Ronald Weasley slowly walked inside but the look of shock on his face slipped as he saw his best-friend, Harry. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to it. Hermione slunk into the corner and stood next to Ginny who was seated, wide-eyed in a chair. Ginny glanced at Hermione and could see the reflections of pain caused by her brother. Anger seared through her being. "Yes, he's awake, welcome back Ronald." She spoke with a fierceness that socked even her. "But before you say anything, you damn well better explain yourself to some of us." Hermione stared at Ginny while Ginny squeezed Hermione's hand, as if to say 'don't worry, I'm sane... fairly'.
Ron opened his mouth, then closed it again. He got up and walked over to Hermione. Then he looked her in the eyes and said the only thing that, when heart felt, could make Ginny and/or Hermione forgive him. "I'm a fucking moron." Ginny did not smile, but Hermione felt tears slide down her cheeks as she tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck in a light hug. Ron was crying as well. While they were embracing and crying freely, Ron kept saying, "I'm so sorry 'Mione. I was such a moron. I was totally selfish. I'm so sorry." Harry and Draco sat on the bed watching this display with faint smiles.
One person in the room however, was not overjoyed or crying. Ginny sat frozen in the chair, then she said coldly, "That's it? That's all you have to say for yourself? Mom, Dad, Percy, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie die, you abandon your friends and sister, and all you have to say is 'I'm sorry'? Well, forgive me Ronald, but that just isn't good enough. When I needed you, you turned your back on me. So now I turn mine on you." With that, she got up, opened the door, and walked out, but just before she apparated, she almost glanced back. If she did, she would have seen four people, all crying. But the woman, with the most tears.

Hermione slowly turned to Ron. "She never told me that you wouldn't even stay with her after your entire family died."

"I didn't know what to do! I have no excuse I-"

"Damn right you have no excuse! Don't look for me until you do! I could have forgiven you for abandoning me. But I can't forgive you for what you did to her. Not until she does!" Hermione too, left, apparating after Ginny.

Ron turned helplessly towards Harry and Draco. Draco looked away fiercely. But Harry just stared at him. "Sit down. You need help." Was all he said.

Hermione found Ginny in their room, on her bed sobbing. She dropped her coat and sat down next to the redhead. She tipped the younger's head up with two fingers and brushed the hair gently out of her wet face. Then she slowly leaned down and kissed her. To her small surprise, Ginny kissed her back, but not gently. She pulled the other girl up and covered her mouth with hers, tongue exploring at an inhuman speed. They finally pulled away for oxygen. And Ginny laid her head on Hermione's shoulder. "I love you." She murmured.

Hermione froze, then muttered, "Then, prove it." Ginny pulled back, grinning.

"If you insist, my lady." She pushed the brown haired girl back onto the bed, slipping a hand under her shirt to caress her soon-to-be-lover's breasts. Hermione pulled her wand from her pocket and muttered something and the clothes were gone.

Ginny stuck her lip out and pouted, "I wanted to do that myself..."

Hermione smirked and said back, "Life's not fair."

"Neither is this." Ginny said, moving the hand that was not teasing Hermione's nipples, lower, touching everyplace except where Hermione most wanted to be touched. She groaned in frustration and pleasure as Ginny took her turn to smirk.

Hermione rolled over, so that she had Ginny pinned beneath her, and moved her mouth down to the other girl's breast, drawing the nipple into her mouth and sucking and biting. She drew it out as far as was pleasurable, then moved to the other. Ginny moaned and arched her back under her love, then she quickly slipped two fingers inside Hermione. And as the brunette began to ease up on the other's breasts, Ginny pulled her back down, slowly adding another finger to the pleasurable torture. Hermione returned the favor with just as much intensity. As they climaxed together, crying each other's names, Hermione murmured in her lover's ear, "I love you too."

And Ginny smiled.

The next morning, a small purple alarm clock went off and a slender hand, by habit, reached out of bed and hit the OFF button. Another hand, paler, but just as beautiful, pulled the first hand back under the covers. Laughter ensued.

Hermione, pulled off the covers and a angry Ginny Weasley sat upright, then flopped back down and curled up next to Hermione, as if hiding from Morning's chill, as well as the sun. Hermione giggled and said softly, "We really should get up now, love." Ginny made a sound and pulled Hermione back into a lying down position on the bed. Hermione laughed, "Ginny, now seriously, you're going to kill me, what will this be? The seventh time just this morning?"

Ginny sighed mockingly loud and sat up, resting her head against Hermione's she said pitifully, "You don't want to?"

Hermione replied, "You know the answer to that, but I know your hungry, same as me."

"For you!"

"For food too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! I heard your stomach grumble."

"Did not!" But as the redhead finished these words, thee was a low rumble that sounded in the room. "Fine," she conceded, glaring at her lover's smirk, "but your making the omelettes."

"Your really not a morning person are you, love?" Hermione said, already knowing the answer. Her reply was a pillow right in the face. "Alright, alright, I'm going, just let me get dressed." As she walked to the dresser, stark naked, Ginny whistled. Hermione let out a bark of laughter, then pulled on a pair of black pajama bottoms and a pale blue over-large tee.

The smell of eggs filled the house as Ginny plodded happier now, down the stairs in her purple slippers and entered the kitchen. Hermione stood at the stove, and was humming quietly, when she felt two arms wrap possessively around her waist. She leaned her head back and gave the redhead a quick kiss. "Feeling happier?" she asked. Her answer was a long, slow kiss that left both of them breathless.

"Much." Ginny said, flashing Hermione a smile. Then she walked over and grabbed a mug that held steaming coffee, and a small glass of orange juice. She sat down at the table, just as the post arrived. She dropped 6 knuts into the purse attached to the bird's foot and closed the small pot that contained their "post-tip-money". She left the window open, to allow in a small breeze, and turned to the mail. "There's two letters and a package for you, love." She turned to look at Hermione.

"Just a second... there." Hermione turned back with tow plates each with a fluffy egg omelette and some toast. She set the plates down and got a coffee for herself. Then she looked at the return address on the package and smiled, it had taken long enough to get here, the old woman had said she would mail it as soon as possible. Hermione set the package aside and grabbed the letter in the yellow envelope. She scanned the contents quickly, then grinned.

"What is it?" Asked a curious Ginny before placing a piece of egg in her mouth.

"I got that job I interviewed for!" Ginny hugged her across the table.

"When do you start?"

"Next week. I can't wait. My own bookshop to run." The owner of the bookshop was retiring and wanted someone who would pay the rent for the shop, but would also continue the book sales. "What do your letters say?"

"Well, let's see here... ah yes, bills, bills, and look, more bills. Well, I did get this one from my work. Let's see here... it says... 'Dear Miss Weasley, We are sorry to–' "

"What? What does it say, love?" Ginny handed her the letter.

Dear Miss Weasley,

We are sorry to inform you that your position is not longer needed. However, you have done so well in the past tw o years that we would like to keep you on as Human Head, and co-partner to the Goblin Head, of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Below is an estimate of your monthly earnings. Please contact us if you wish to accept.

Sincerely,

Horacio M. Harteld

P.S. Monthly earnings: 1,000 galleons per month.

"1,000 galleons? Per month! Ginny you should do this!" Ginny looked up smiling.

"I intend to, just after I find out some more of the details." Hermione pulled her into yet another kiss that morning. "I though you were hungry." Ginny teased once they had broken apart. Hermione sighed and sat back down to eat.

"While we are celebrating over so many good things today, why don't we eat out tonight?" Ginny grinned in response. "And , um, well, here." Hermione pushed the package unceremoniously over to the reed head.

Ginny finished chewing and gave Hermione a puzzled look. Hermione gave her a nervous one in response. Ginny opened the top of the brown box and shifted through the packaging and pulled out a small, velvet black box. She looked at Hermione again, then opened the lid, and gasped.

"H-Hermione. This is so beautiful, I- I can't take this." The tear drop opal lay in her hand on a silver spun chain.

Hermione smiled, "Yes you can, love." And she walked around the table to fasten it on. "Accio mirror." She called and Ginny marveled at her reflection in the summoned mirror. Hermione smiled as Ginny gaped.

Once Ginny had recovered herself, She stood and turned to Hermione, "Come with me, I also have something for you..."

A/N: And so, the Giving Day begins. I know everything was a bit too happy sappy, but give em a break. Pleez? Thanks for waiting so long Everyone. This is the end of Part 1. Part 2 is available by vote. I'll tally the votes, then post an additional chapter on her to let anyone interested know when, where they can find it, and what the sequel will be called. That's IF people vote for one. So get reviewin'!

Luv,

Flower