DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to the fabulous J.K.Rowling and the WB (and whoever else owns it). And think? If I really did own it why would I be here writing for free? This story would actually be published if I owned Harry Potter.
Authors Notes: This fanfiction does contain femslash. If you don't like it don't read it.
Ginny was vaguely aware of the sound of knocking coming from her flat door. She wasn't used to visitors at this time of night. It was nearing on 11:30 at night and Ginny was practicing up on her piano playing. It wasn't something she did normally in front of people, well; she never played in front of people. Yes, on holidays, her friends and family begged her to play, but she declined saying she was not ready to perform in front of people she cared so much about, which normally shut them up.
Instead, she played at a small muggle club just down the street from her flat. She never told people about her playing for fear that they would come and watch her, and she wasn't ready for that. They paid her a decent wage for playing for about six hours every Saturday night and singing sometimes solo and sometimes with her partner Colin. She had been friends with him since school and they're friendship had never faded.
Apart from her secret love and job she was a clerk at a wizarding bookstore in Hogsmead that had just opened. It had a delightful and colorful variety of books. You wouldn't have imagined Ginny Weasley as a clerk of a bookstore, but after the war she wanted nothing to do with being an Auror. She had resigned her position, and although they were sad to see her go, they understood why. She had fought along Harry, Hermione, and Ron down to the last grit. She had lost her father, Luna, Neville, and they had forced her to watch as her favorite brother, Charlie, was tortured and killed. It had sent her into a fit of rage and had caused the deaths of Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise, which she was greatly appreciated for.
Harry finally killed Voldemort, on the eve of his birthday, and for a while was no where to be seen. But about a year after the war he reappeared, some thought he was killed alongside Voldemort, but alas, he was alive. He gained a job as an Auror, and has been doing it ever since. Ron, on the other hand, was given a chance at Quidditch- Keeper- for his favorite team, The Chudly Cannons, and took it. Hermione was also a clerk at the bookstore Ginny worked at, they both loved their jobs and loved having their best friend with them at work.
But alas, it was a Thursday night and it was approximately 11:30 at night and she stopped playing immediately after she heard to first knock. The redhead walked slowly to the door and opened it, the door creaking slightly from being old.
To Ginny's amazement she was staring at no other than her best friend, Hermione Granger. Her brunette hair was disheveled, and her eyeliner was pouring down her face. The sobbing brunette thrusted herself into Ginny's arms and continued to cry into Ginny's shoulder.
"Shhh," Ginny said to Hermione, stroking her hair.
Ginny led Hermione into her apartment and sat her onto the couch while she whipped up some tea within seconds. Thank god for magic, Ginny thought as she brought Hermione a glass and some tissues.
"Hermione, what happened?" Ginny asked as soon as Hermione seemed calm enough to talk.
"He cheated on me!" Hermione cried, "He fucking cheated on me!"
"Ron?" Ginny asked, Ron, her nice loving brother had cheated on sweet adorable innocent Hermione?
"Yes Ron!" Hermione said, taking one of the tissues in Ginny's hand. "With fucking Lavender Brown, of all the people, he had to cheat on me with HER! The bitch who he was already engaged to a year and a half ago!"
Ron and Lavender had gotten together in Seventh Year- again, and decided they we're "meant to be", and Ron popped the question on graduation day. She had yes and the day before the wedding they got in a heated argument and called the wedding off and as far as Ginny knew never said another word to each other. About a year after that, Ron and Hermione had hooked up and had been dating since, which had been roughly a year and a half.
"Wait, slow down," Ginny said, "How did you find out?"
"The only way I would have! I got home early from my Mum's and I walk into the bedroom and there they are! They were having sex ON OUR BED!" Hermione began to cry harder and Ginny pulled her into a hug.
"Shhh Shhh," Ginny soothed her friend.
"I mean, throwing the lamp at him might have been a little harsh, but it missed him anyways. I was never a good aim, and I told you I'd never be good at bloody quidditch." Hermione said, laughing a little bit at her rashness of the situation.
Ginny couldn't help but smile at her friend. "He deserved it," Ginny said, now angry at her brother for making such a horrible decision, "He's a bloody git. He doesn't know what he's giving up. You did dump him didn't you?" Ginny asked, slightly scared that her friend would go back to that kind of jerk.
"Hell yes I did. I screamed that we we're over and that I never wanted to see his ugly pathetic face again."
"I don't know why he would do that."
"I do. She's got huge boobs."
Ginny began to laugh, as did Hermione.
"I mean. He'd be an idiot- well- more of an idiot than he already is to give up a wonderful, amazing, talented, smart, beautiful woman like you for a floozy like her."
Hermione smiled softly and wiped away her tears. "D-Do you mind if I stay here? I don't even want to go back to get my clothes, but I suppose I'll have to I just don't want to see his face right now, and don't worry, I'll get my own place and everything-"
She was cut off by Ginny, "Hermione! Don't be silly! Move in with me! I have an extra room, and don't worry about your clothes we will go shopping tomorrow."
"I couldn't possibly-"
"Do it. I've been meaning to get a roommate, but having you as one would be so much better than some stranger I hardly know."
"Really?" Hermione asked, looking hopeful, even a little excited.
"Of course!" Ginny replied, pulling her into a warm embrace, smiling gleefully.
Hermione smiled, "Thank you, Ginny. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd be at Harry's flat with him looking awkward at having a crying woman at his feet." Ginny and Hermione laughed. Harry hated crying woman. He never did the right thing and usually made it worse.
Ginny showed Hermione to her room with promise they would go shopping the next day for her new clothes and perhaps new things for her new room in her new flat with her new roommate.
Hermione smiled at that thought. Ginny was going to be her roommate. She didn't know what she was so giddy about. She had shared a room with Ginny during summers during school, but now that she had broken up with Ron and Ginny was being so generous to her she felt a new kind of hope she had never felt with Ron. Ginny was going to be her roommate. She liked the sound of that.
Hermione was going to walk into her room when she turned around and faced Ginny as she was about to go into her room. "Um, Gin?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind… if I, um, slept with you tonight? I just don't want to be alone right now." Hermione asked sheepishly.
"Of course, Hermione, come on in." Ginny said, pulling Hermione into her room. She threw her some boxers and a tan top for something to sleep in. When they we're both ready for sleep, they both got under the comforter.
With the lights out, Ginny turned to Hermione and whispered to her in her ear. "I'll never let you be alone."
And Hermione didn't feel once of doubt in Ginny's voice.
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The next morning Ginny awoke to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing in her ear. She slammed her hand on the alarm and looked at the clock. 9:30 AM. She had to be at the bookstore in an hour. She didn't feel the warm presence next to her like she did last night. Ginny looked to her side and saw that her bushy-haired friend had already awoken. Ginny smiled, Hermione was always the early riser.
Ginny yawned as she pulled herself out of bed and into the shower. The feeling of hot beads across her back felt so good. She relaxed and let the warm water pour down on her as she woke up to the glorious morning.
Hermione had awoken at nearly eight, and was already ready when she heard Ginny go into the shower. She was currently making pancakes. It was the least she could do after all Ginny had done for her last night. She flipped one of the pancakes in the pan when she heard Ginny coming down the hall and into the kitchen.
Ginny smiled at Hermione and smelled the wonderful smell of fresh pancakes. "Well, someone's currently the little house mum making me breakfast before my first day of school."
"Well, it was the least I could do," Hermione replied, "And the last time I checked it was work, not school, and it defiantly isn't your first day."
"Awwwww, but please," Ginny said, putting on a pouty face, "The teachers always go easy on you the first day."
Hermione smiled at Ginny's goofiness, and served the pancakes to her. "Hurry up and eat my wonderful cooking skills, we have to be to work in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, ma'am!" Ginny saluted her and gobbled down her pancakes… ehm… delicately and politely ate her breakfast like a little lady.
Within the next ten minutes, the two were dolled up (makeup and all) and we're ready to go face the customers of the bookstore.
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"No, sir, it's 7 sickels, not 6. It clearly states, RIGHT THERE, that it is 7." Ginny said, obviously irritated with this old man that couldn't read a six from a seven. When she had him finally agreeing with him, she was able to get him out of her hair.
"Having fun?" Hermione asked, coming over to Ginny as she rang the last customer in the bookstore.
"Oh tons!" Ginny said, sarcasim dripping from every note in her voice. She smiled at Hermione before she saw red hair flash in front of the store. She sighed not wanting to ruin Hermione's day, which had been going so well. "Ron incoming."
"Shit." Hermione muttered under her breath. "Ginny, I don't want to see him."
"Listen. I'll handle him, just go into the back and I'll come get you when he's gone, okay?"
Hermione didn't respond, just nodded and nearly ran into the back just as Ron appeared in the doorway. He hadn't changed much since the last time she saw him, which was nearly three weeks ago after he came back from his season with the Canons.
"Hey, Ginny!" He said, rather brightly. Her scowl didn't disappear from her face. He noticed this and took a step back. It was obvious to Ginny that he didn't think that Ginny had any idea of what had happened the night before. "Um, is Hermione around?"
"Yes, but not to the likes of you." Ginny snapped. Pointing to the sign that said: We Reserve The Right to Refuse Service To Anyone. "Get out."
"Listen! I just want to speak to my girlfriend!" Ron said.
"Didn't you hear her, or we're you too distracted by the sound of Lavender's moans? She BROKE UP with you." Ginny replied, "We don't serve cheaters."
"I just want to speak to her for five minutes." Ron pleaded to his younger sister. "I'm sorry for what I did, and how many times I did it."
"You cheated on her more than once?" Ginny snapped.
"Ginny! Tell her to get her ass out here."
"No, you prick. I want you out of this store in five seconds." Ginny, said. "Five."
"Gin-"
"Four."
"I just.."
"Three!"
"Listen. Tell her I'll be back. We need to talk." Ron left without another word, after she made sure he wasn't coming back, she sighed.
"He's left, Hermione." Ginny said, but when Hermione didn't come out, she went looking for her. "Hermione? Where are you?"
Ginny heard the sound of crying coming from the back room, and followed the sound of tears. She found Hermione crying on one of the extra stools. "Oh, Hermione."
"I-I just don't understand WHY he would do that? How could he?"
"He's a dick who doesn't understand how wonderful you are." Ginny said, hugging her friend. "Listen. Tonight we'll go out to a club and we'll spend the night as two single girls looking for fun."
"I don't know."
"Come on, Hermione. You need this."
Hermione's big brown eyes looked up to meet Ginny's chocolate ones. She smiled and nodded. "Okay."
Ginny gave out a yelp. "Let's hit the town!"