AN: To the guest that asked how this could be Dramione: It's not, obviously. It's Drarry, as noted in the bio and warnings.
To the guest that asked me how I could do a sub/dom relationship: Firstly, it's in the warnings. Don't like, don't read. Second, it's not inhuman. It's beautiful. It's not ugly. They have a very healthy relationship where Draco happens to be submissive. That only means that he gets more guidance from Harry and is taken care of. I think Draco deserves to be protected after everything he's been though, and I think Harry does well in providing that. His punishments aren't cruel, and he is very understanding of his mate.
To Regicha: Obrigado! (I mean thank you, I'm not sure if that's correct. Were you speaking Portuguese?)
To everyone else that commented: Thank you so much. I have noticed recently that my flames only ever come from guest accounts and it just got to me. I'm grateful for your continued support and reviews. You keep me going.
Now, on to the story!

I credit most of this chapter to Ali Davis (id: 5592414), as she wrote about 650 words of it. Check out her profile if you like Once Upon a Time, especially if you are a Regina/The Evil Queen shipper, or a Ruby L./Red Riding Hood, Belle shipper. Go check her out! Any reviews you have for this chapter will be shared with her. :) Happy Reading

Luna smiled dreamily in Hermione's general direction, sliding a leather pouch across the table.

Hermione looked at the pouch in confusion, but Luna only shook her head.

"The one who can help you is not alive, but she is here. Tell her what you know. She does not trust easily. Use this to help you."

Hermione opened the pouch, eyes widening when she saw the glint of a sharp edged blade.

"Luna? Where did you get this?"

But Luna was already gone, discussing some creature with Neville.

Hermione turned to Ginny, who was shooting spells at a target on the wall lazily.

"Ginny?"

The fiery redhead turned, raising her eyebrows in question.

"Hmm?"

Hermione smirked.

"D'you wanna go on an adventure?"

The walked along an empty corridor, feet muffled by a spell and appearance hidden by the cloak.

"I love magic," Hermione whispered. "Now, where is she?"

"Who are we looking for again?"

"The Grey Lady, of course!"

"But why her?"

"Because that's Helena Ravenclaw. I'm positive she'll know where the diadem is."

"Can't you tell me why we're looking for it?"

"We have to destroy it," Hermione answered promptly, smiling as she caught sight of the ghost.

"But why? Don't you trust me?"

Hermione sighed, facing her.

"Of course I trust you, Gin,' she promised, "But Harry said not to tell a soul, not even you."

"Well, how do you know he wouldn't be okay with you telling me? He trusts me. I'm like his little sister."

Hermione laughed.

"Because he said, and I quote, 'Don't even tell Ginny, Herm. We don't need to tell anyone more than necessary. You can tell her when they're destroyed. It's too dangerous now.'"

Ginny blushed and nodded, accepting her reasoning.

Hermione gestured for her to stay put as she moved toward the sad looking woman.

"Helena?"

The ghost turned, and with a wise look she replied.

"You seek my mother's diadem?"

Hermione nodded.

"I do. I wish to destroy it."

"I know. I just heard you."

Hermione looked back at Ginny and shrugged.

"If you have to ask, you will never know. If you know, you need only to ask."

Ginny pouted.

"How come Eagles always speak in riddles?"

"Will you take us? I know the room of which it is hidden, but I don't know what the diadem looks like. I would not recognize it."

She dipped her head in agreement.

"How do you know where it's hidden?"

"Why, she just said of course. It's in the Room of Requirement. The room of hidden things."

Ginny thought that over in her head.

"You're brilliant, Hermione. I get what my brother sees in you."

Hermione shot her a confused look.

"Your brother?"

Ginny stopped to pace in front of the door.

"Yeah. Ron, remember him," she asked teasingly, "your boyfriend?"

Hermione laughed.

"Oh no. We aren't together, nor will we ever be."

Ginny cocked her head to the side.

"Oh?"

"Definitely not."

Hermione and Ginny wandered around the room of requirement with Helena Ravenclaw leading them to her mother's crown. Hermione gripped onto the dagger that Luna had given her close to her chest.

"So," Hermione started wanting to get out of the stifling quietness that had surrounded them. "Are you and Dean still together?" Hermione asked. Ginny smiled at Hermione's failed attempt to sound nonchalant.

"No," Ginny said, not providing her with any more information.

"Good," Hermione replied. On the outside she was calm, but on the inside she was jumping with glee.

"You never did like him," Ginny commented, "did you?"

Hermione scoffed.

"Of course I didn't, he treated you horribly, he kept putting you down, and you two fought constantly," Hermione prattled on furiously, "And for the love of Dumbledore, he wouldn't stop snogging you like you were his property and not a human being."

"You sound awfully jealous, Mionee," Ginny teased. Hermione tensed hoping Ginny wouldn't notice, but she did.

"I… why-why would I be jealous? I... I'm n-not jealous," Hermione stuttered out.

"Oh, you're not?" Ginny asked, not believing her.

"I'm not jealous," Hermione affirmed unconvincingly. "I… I just…I'm not jealous," she repeated.

"Then what are you," Ginny asked grabbing Hermione's forearm, "If not jealous?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned, averting her eyes. She knew that she would buckle and tell Ginny that she was in love with her if she looked into her eyes.

"I mean that we may die any day now because of this bloody war, and I want to know if you like me or not," Ginny said bluntly. They probably didn't have the time to tiptoe around each other and their feelings and Ginny wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

"I don't like you," Hermione mumbled. Ginny looked down and dropped her hand.

"Oh," Ginny whispered. She felt beyond hurt, and her eyes were gathering an annoying bit of wetness. Hermione turned around and lifted Ginny's chin, thumbing away the tears that had escaped onto her cheeks without her notice.

"I don't just like you Ginny, I'm in love with you." Hermione admitted. Ginny smiled in relief, letting out a choked laugh.

"Really?"

Ginny wasn't sure if this was real. Hermione nodded and smiled at her.

"I have been in love with you for a very long time," Hermione told her. Ginny smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck in an excited hug.

"So can I kiss you?" Hermione asked.

"Please do," Ginny urged. They both leaned in and gasped when their lips touched. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny's waist and deepened the kiss, tracing the curve of her mouth. They finally separated when air became necessary and rested their foreheads together.

"I'm-in love… with you-too," Ginny panted. Hermione smiled and kissed her again. Helena came around a stack of chairs finding Hermione and Ginny. If she wasn't a ghost she would have been a bright pink.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Helena cut in, "but I've found my mother's crown."

Hermione and Ginny removed themselves and blushed.

"Well let's go kill this thing," Hermione announced determinedly, taking Ginny's hand in her own and following Helena.