As promised, the next installment in the Hermione/Ginny love story.

With the promises of telling parents still fresh in their minds, Hermione grabbed ahold of Ginny and pulled her back into their empty compartment and shut the door. In a hurry, she kissed her once, twice and then moved in for one last passionate kiss before she'd see her again in a few weeks. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too." Ginny said, mind still reeling from the kiss. "I can't wait until I see you at the Burrow. We can have privacy then."

"I know." Hermione said with a quick smile. "Just don't forget, our parents have to know."

"I know." Ginny replied. With a quick hug, and another quick kiss, they grabbed their things and met their parents on the platform. It would surely be an interesting holiday.

Hermione wasn't sure how her parents would take finding out their precious, perfect daughter was dating another girl from school. Let alone, a witch. However, being muggles, her parents had been very proud of her, even though she was a witch, one that was accepted to Hogwarts. They had gotten used to the idea of her being one, in fact, they had opened up to a lot of new ideas in the past few years, so she felt she had a slight advantage. Her parents were open to her trying new things, and had encouraged her along the way with her witch studies. They surely would accept and love her now, no matter who she loved.

However, Hermione was a bit scared for Ginny. She loved her, and with all those family members, her being the only girl in the household besides her mother, she was afraid of what would happen to her. However, being witches, doesn't that mean they are a bit more open to things that aren't with the norm? Well, she was sure Mr. Weasley was. He was always into muggle items, trying to figure out exactly how they worked. He was a curious man, very open minded, she felt he atleast had to go with the idea of Ginny loving another girl. Besides, Fred and George already know. They are happy and are very supportive of the two. They don't care who Ginny loves, or what she does in her own time. However, as her parents helped her load things into their car for the ride home, she was still so afraid of either side, not accepting the other and their decision and she'd never be comfortable if either side shunned the other.

As the days passed, Ginny tried and tried to grab her parents at a great time. Hermione would be arriving at the Burrow in less than five days and she hadn't gotten a chance to relay the news to her parents. With her mother out doing last minute shopping, and her father taking care of the latest pranks against some unsuspecting muggle's, that meant late hours for them both, and less time for Ginny to get ahold of them to talk. With a sudden burst of inspiration, she grabbed a piece of parchment and quill and penned a quick letter.

Mum & Dad,
I need to talk to you two when you have a spare moment. It's rather important.
Love,
Ginny

She folded it carefully and placed it in her parents bedroom and waited for someone to notice that Ginny had some news.

As her parents prepared the last minute prepartions for Christmas, Hermione grabbed them,"When you're not busy, I have something important that I need to talk to you two about. It shouldn't take long." She said.

Her mother nodded, and her father threw a sidelong glance at her. She trembled,"Give us a moment dear, have a seat in the kitchen. There are some fresh cookies in there."

She sat alone in the kitchen for a few minutes, listening to her parents chattering. Eventually, it turned to whispers and she tried to listen as closely as possible, but found it rather difficult. Seconds later, her mother entered the kitchen, followed by her father that avoided looking at either and took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee. She watched as her mother looked at her father and then back at her,"What is it you have to tell us dear?"

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly wasn't sure she could do this. It was too fast, too soon, what if her and Ginny didn't last? NO! They would, everything would work out. Ginny was worth her parents knowing. She couldn't lie, Ginny wasn't worth a lie. "I've been seeing someone from school." She said slowly not looking either of her parents in the eye. "Someone that you both know."

Her mother never took her eyes off Hermione and that just made her more and more nervous. Her father would look at her now and again, but never staring. "Well?" Her mother said. "Who is it?"

"It's Ginny Weasley mom. I'm gay." The words left her mother before she had time to think. Suddenly, the room felt tight, the air thickened. This was the day of reckoning. Neither said anything. Her mother looked at her, and at her father, back and forth. It continued for several seconds and she felt like she might go crazy.

"Hermione, I can't say I'm happy with your choice, but we knew. I could tell something was up her mother said. "I could tell just by the way you looked at her. It wasn't like the way friends should look at eachother."

"Y-you're not mad?" Hermione stammered.

"Well, I'm certainly not happy." Her mother said. "You're old enough to make you're own decisions. I just want you to know however, when Ginny comes here, she has to sleep in another room. That's just the way it is. And certainly, that means, we have a lot of getting used to this to do. You understand?"

"I'm still the same person." Hermione said."I dont want that to change how you think of me." She felt strong, she was pushing to be accepted. She needed acceptance from her parents atleast.

"I," her mother started and then looked at her father,"we, understand that. It's just, you want and expect certain things for your children and when it's not something you want, it takes awhile to get used to it. We don't think of you any less, you're still our daugther."

Just as Ginny was working on putting things away from school for break, her mother knocked on the door,"Ginny? Ginny! You said you needed to talk to us?" Her mother peeked in through the crack in the door.

"Um, yes." She said.

"Everything alright?"

Ginny could only nod in return as they made their way down the steps and found themselves in the kitchen with her mother drinking tea and her father looking at The Daily Prophet. There was silence for a few minutes, aside from the fact her father would tut every few seconds at something he had just read.

Never being the kind of person to be great with words, and a need to break the silence, she just blurted out,"I'mgayandI'mdatingHermione."

Next thing you know, her mother's cup crashed to the floor and shattered into several pieces with her mother only able to say,"Oh dear." And her father only pulled down the newspaper giving him enough room to look at her. His eyes only showed not giving her a chance to see the expression on his face.

For the next several minutes, they fired questions at her left and right. She answered them as best as she couldn, telling her parents, everything. From the moment she realized she was gay, to the day she and Hermione started dating, up until the last moment she saw Hermione on the train, promising that eachother's parents must know the truth.

When the questions stopped coming, her mother busied herself cleaning up her broken teacup while her father went back to reading the newspaper. "You're not mad at me are you?"

"No." her mother said,"I could never be mad at you for that. Being mad at someone because they love differently is just mad. It will just take some used to, that's all."

When neither said anything to her, she left to write Hermione a letter, with Hermione doing the same. Maybe Christmas would be alright after all.