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Hermione was awoke to the feeling of feathery-light kisses on her neck. She smiled as she shifted her head to gain access to the owner's lips. When they broke apart Hermione opened her eyes to look into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, Ginny. Her girlfriend. That felt so right to say, how could she had ever doubted it?
"Time to get up, sleepy head." Ginny sang lightly to the awakening bookworm.
"Ten more minutes," Hermione moaned, pulling Ginny back into another kiss.
"No, No," Ginny cooed, pulling away, grinning. "I made you breakfast, and there is no way I'm letting you get away if you let it go cold."
"You mean you actually made breakfast?" Hermione said, sitting up.
"I told you I was actually capable of cooking a meal." Ginny said, planting a soft kiss on Hermione's lips. "There's more of that if you're a good little girl and eat all your breakfast."
"Not too much though because I have to meet Harry at the Leaky Cauldron at one for lunch," Hermione replied, stretching.
Ginny pouted. "And I have to work. That means no hot sex in a bookstore in those little tight skirts those sex-addicted librarians wear in the movies."
Hermione laughed. "How about after you're done with your shift you join us? I'd rather tell him about us with you there and not by myself."
Ginny nodded. They had decided that they would tell Harry and the rest of her family before someone with a camera snapped a photo of them together and it blew up in their faces. They were together and they we're glad. Hermione felt a sense of security with Ginny and a passion with her that she had never felt with Ron and Ginny felt happier than she had in a long time.
They held hands as Ginny led Hermione out of Hermione's room. They had decided to keep two separate rooms, at least for now. They didn't want to rush things. They walked into the kitchen and Hermione's smelling senses we're instantly hit with the smell of pancakes and maple syrup.
"Mmmm, smells delicious, Ginny." Hermione said, sitting down on a stool at the island. She took a bite. The only words she could process were "Oh my god."
"You like them?"
"Their so yummy!" Hermione said, taking another bite. Ginny had defiantly inherited her mother's cooking ability. Ginny smiled at Hermione as Hermione stuffed another bite into her mouth. Hermione looked upwards at Ginny and saw she was smiling at her. That smile. It sent that sensation through her again. That sensation that made her feel love, nervousness, confidence, and trust all at once, if it was even possible.
Hermione looked back down, trying to hide the pink that was now invading her cheeks. Ginny giggled, and Hermione didn't ask why. She already knew the answer. Ginny put the pan in the sink. Why couldn't she stop smiling? It was Hermione. Her girlfriend. Girlfriend, she never thought she'd have one of them. She had never felt like this for a long time. She had only admitted to herself last night when she and Hermione had been arguing that she had been feeling something for her best friend. Wasn't it supposed to be awkward at the beginning? She was dating a girl after all.
If it was supposed to be weird, then why did it feel so right? So perfect?
All of a sudden she felt a pair of arms around her waist, holding her tight, and Ginny felt that feeling go through her again. The same one she felt when she woke up and remembered that she was dating the girl that now had her arms wrapped around her.
"I know what you're thinking, how does this feel right? Isn't there supposed to be doubts?" Hermione said from behind her. She had always had a way of reading people at specific moments. Ginny turned around and faced Hermione, nodding slightly. Making sure Hermione was still holding onto her, she didn't want her to let go just yet.
"Isn't there? I mean, we're both girls. Isn't there some sort of hesitation?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad there isn't. I don't want to have doubts about us." Hermione answered. "I mean, there's always going to be flaws, but there is in every relationship. I feel so right with you, and if you ever tell anyone what I'm about to say I swear to god, you will not get any for a long long time."
Ginny giggled, "What?"
"I'm glad you got me drunk."
Ginny smiled, and wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck, "I'm glad you whined about not being asked to dance."
"I'm glad you asked me to dance."
Ginny inched forward, "I'm glad it was hot in there."
Hermione pulled Ginny to her, so their lips we're inches apart. "I'm glad you made me hot in there." Ginny grinned and closed the distance between them. Their lips connecting. Hermione pulled away first. "You have to go."
"To heaven? Cause you just ripped it away from me."
Hermione laughed, "Did you rehearse that one?"
"No, I heard a guy say it when a girl told to go away. I laughed." Ginny kissed Hermione again, "And kissing you is heaven." She kissed her again.
"Enough," Hermione screamed, giggling. "You have to go to work."
Ginny groaned. "Fine, So I'll see you at two?"
"Two it is." Hermione replied, snapping Ginny in the butt with a washrag as Ginny walked out of the kitchen. Ginny gave out a yelp before shooting Hermione a glare. Hermione laughed as she got ready to meet Harry for lunch.
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"Harry," Hermione greeted the dark hair-ed boy when she saw him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
"Hey Hermione," Harry said, hugging her back.
When they sat down, Hermione looked him over. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt, his face was smiling- a change. He seemed emotionally in a better state than he had been the last time she saw him. "How are you doing?"
"Um, I'm better, thanks to you." Harry said, "You're letters help me make it through the day. You're such a good friend, Hermione, really. How is Ron doing?"
"About Ron… we broke up." Hermione answered.
"What? Really? When?" Harry asked.
"Um, a couple days ago actually, I've been staying with Ginny." Hermione answered, smiling at the mention of Ginny, but then remembered what she had been talking about and frowned, "He was cheating on me. I threw some sort of inanimate object at him and told him we we're through."
"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry." Harry replied, hugging her tightly again before they sat down and ordered two butterbeers. "If you don't mind me asking, who was it with?"
Hermione sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, "Lavender Brown, actually."
"Oh," Harry let out a breath. "I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"It's okay, I've actually found someone."
"Really? Who?" Harry asked, and seemed to have a knowing expression on his face.
"Um, if you don't mind, I'd actually like to tell you later." Hermione said.
"No problem." Harry said.
"Oh, I invited Ginny to come after she gets off work." Hermione replied, "I hope that's okay."
"Certainly, I miss that girl." Harry replied.
"So, speaking of 'someones', do you have your eye on a someone?" Hermione asked lightly. Please don't say Ginny, please don't say Ginny, I'll have to cut your throat out Harry, as much as I care about you, I'd have to amputate a body limb.
"I actually do have a 'someone' in my life. I actually have a date with Luna Lovegood tonight." Harry replied, smiling.
"Harry, that's wonderful!" Hermione smiled.
"I know," Harry said, grinning. "I finally got the courage to ask her out when I randomly saw her last night. We had been meeting rather often lately, and I practically had to force it out of myself."
Hermione laughed. "Well, I'm very happy for you."
"Thanks." Harry said, taking a sip of his butterbeer.
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"Ginny, someone is looking for you." Mr. Robinson, the owner of the bookstore told her. She had been in the back organizing new books to put on the shelves so it would be faster to put them on when the time came, and counting down the minutes to when she would get off work and see Hermione.
"Who?" Ginny asked, curiously. No one usually came to see her when she was working.
"Red hair. Must be family."
Please don't let it be Ron, Ginny thought as she walked out the door and behind the counter to see who was looking for her. Her wish came true, it wasn't Ron, it was her mother. "Hi, mum."
"Hello, Ginny," her mother greeted. "I stopped by you're flat, but you weren't there, so I came here, and here you are!"
"Yes, I am." Ginny replied. "Is there anything you need?"
"I was hoping you might like to come to a family dinner, I miss all you kids," her mother said, cringing slightly for the loss of her children and family, "and I'd like to get the family together again. I don't like being alone in that house."
"Um, sure." Ginny said, "Why didn't you just owl me?"
"Oh! I like seeing you. I miss you," her mum replied.
"I miss you too, mum," Ginny said.
"Oh! And would you invite Hermione and Harry?" Her mother asked.
"Mum, I don't know if that's such a good idea. With Ron there and all…"
"Oh yes, Ron told me about their misunderstanding…" If you would call it a misunderstanding, Ginny thought, "… but I was hoping maybe they could put it behind them. I'd really like to see everyone together again."
"Yeah, sure, mum," Ginny replied. "I really got to get to work, though."
"Oh yes, of course" Her mother replied, "I'll see you Friday then. Be there at seven."
"Okay, bye, Mum. I love you."
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"There Ginny is," Harry said, pointing to Ginny who had just entered the pub.
Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Ginny. She immediately started to smile, she wanted to run over and kiss her girlfriend, but contained herself.
"Ginny! Over here!" Harry called, waving her over.
Hermione looked back at Harry. He was defiantly better than before.
Ginny made her way over to them. Hermione couldn't help her eyes as she saw the red skirt that Ginny was wearing, it showed off a lot of sexy leg and Hermione couldn't help but stare. In the corner of her eye she saw an older gentleman staring also and couldn't help but scowling at him. Ginny was her's.
Harry, being the gentleman he was, stood up, and greeted her, "Hey."
"Hey Harry," Ginny greeted him, giving him a hug. She was glad there wasn't any awkwardness after they had broken up in her fifth year. It was a mutual thing. She had understood why, and hadn't cried or anything. She knew why now. After hugging Harry, she smiled at Hermione. She sat down and hugged her from her chair, but gave her what she hoped looked like a friendly kiss on the cheek, and greeted her with a soft, "Hey, stranger."
"How was work?" Hermione asked, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
"Um, my mum stopped by. She wants to have a family dinner. She wants you two to come to because you're basically family anyways." Ginny answered, looking back and forth between the two. She looked over at Hermione, "All the family will be there."
Meaning Ron, Hermione thought. "Yeah. I'll be there." Giving Ginny an 'it's okay' look.
"Yeah, me too." Harry said, "I can never pass up your mum's cooking."
"Okay, Friday at seven." Ginny told them.
"So Ginny, guess who Harry has a date with tonight?" Hermione said, eyeing Harry.
"Ooooh! Gossip! The art of making conversation. Who?" Ginny said, squealing.
"Luna Lovegood." Hermione replied, grinning.
"Oh my god! Are you serious? That's amazing!" Ginny said, "You two will look so adorable together."
"Yeah, no wedding rings yet, ladies. It's just a date right now." Harry said, blushing. "We're not even officially dating yet."
"Yet being the key word," Hermione said, grinning.
"Yeah, well when do I get to learn who this 'someone' in your life is? Huh?" Harry asked.
Hermione's heart pounded. This was the moment. Please let him be okay with this, Hermione thought before grabbing Ginny's hand and placing them on the table. She looked at Ginny who smiled at Hermione. "Harry, I'd like you to meet Ginny. The someone in my life."
Harry looked back and forth between the two. "Well, that's… great!"
"Really?" Hermione asked. "You're not mad or anything?"
"Of course not! You guys are my friends. I couldn't be mad about something like that, and I was kind of wondering about the two of you. I mean, Hermione was checking you out when you came in, Ginny. Ron and Hermione breaking up… and then the kiss."
Ginny looked over at him, "What kiss? How do you know about any kiss?"
Harry pulled something out of his pocket. It was the Daily Prophet.
The headline read: "Granger switches Weasleys"
It was a picture of them at the club, dancing, kissing.
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