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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter: Not mine. The plot: All mine.
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Ginny awoke early in the morning to find a warmth lying against her. Rubbing her groggy eyes, she leaned towards it to find Hermione, naked, lying under her bedsheets. The events of the prior night returned to her, and she smiled, gently stroking Hermione's cheek with the back of her fingers. She felt happier now than ever before. Having grown up in a household of all boys, Ginny had felt so alone, devoid of contact with her 'own kind.' Now, with Hermione by her side, Ginny felt the pressure that had been subconsciously building in her lift, replaced by peace and happiness. Hermione opened her eyes and, seeing Ginny, smiled. Ginny leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Morning, beautiful." she whispered.
"Hey sexy." Hermione replied, propping herself up on her elbows. Her breasts were half revealed as the quilt slid down. Seeing Ginny stare at them, Hermione kicked the quilt further down with her toes. Smiling, Ginny scooted closer to the brunette, bringing one arm under her and cupping her breasts with both hands. Hermione lay back against Ginny and rubbed her counterpart's thighs.
"You were amazing last night, was it your first time?" Ginny questioned.
"Yeah. Yours?"
There was a long pause, and Hermione could feel Ginny shudder a little. When the redhead spoke, anxiety filled her voice. "He said he only did it because he loved me." She said with great effort. "He said that I was his special girl."
"Your dad?" Hermione asked. Behind her, a tear rolled down Ginny's cheek.
"Yes." Hermione immediately turned and embraced Ginny.
"I'm so sorry, Ginny. How long ago?"
"The last time was about three months ago." Ginny said, sobbing. "I have a little girl... She was born when I was eight. I went through puberty at a very young age, thanks to my dad, I think. Her name is Becky. I hardly get to see her... She knows I'm her mommy but she doesn't really know me." Ginny sobbed into Hermione's shoulder, her tears soaking the brunette's hair and skin. Hermione just held her, allowing her to get the pain off of her chest. While Ginny cried, Hermione was thinking what should be done, what they could do. Mrs. Weasely wouldn't believe them of course, and if they confronted Mr. Weasley, he might do something desperate. For now, Hermione decided, they couldn't do much. If that bastard tried anything else, though, he better watch out.
"C'mon, Ginny. Let's go take a shower." Hermione said. Ginny seemed so... small now. So delicate. She continued sobbing as Hermione helped her put on a bathrobe. "It's going to be okay, Ginny. I won't let him hurt you again." She promised. Picking the redhead up, she carried her to the bathroom. Ginny took off the bathrobe of her own accord and stepped into the shower. Hermione followed, helping Ginny turn on the hot water. As the water streamed down her face, Ginny seemed to calm down. Hermione stood behind her, running her hands accross Ginny's body comfortingly. The redhead turned in her arms, pressing her lips against Hermione's fiercely. Hermoine returned the passion, and they both lost themselves in each other.
"Thanks, Hermione." Ginny whispered sofly when they had finished. Hermione smiled warmly.
"I love you Ginny." She said.
"I love you too, Hermione."
Finishing their shower, the girls got dressed, then headed downstairs for breakfast. While eating, Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were discussing one of the twins latest gags. Mrs. Weasley was making sure everyone was enjoying their meal and asking if they needed anything else. Mr. Weasley was reading the newspaper, which was just as well, because Hermione was staring daggers at him. Ginny ate her breakfast quietly, giving a simple "yes ma'am, no ma'am" to her mother's questions. Once they'd finished their meal, the Weasleys cleaned up and Mr. Weasley went upstairs to grab a few things. Hermione went upstairs as well, grabbing Harry's Invisibility Cloak from its hiding place in Ron's room and reminding herself to apologize later. Tucking it into her purse, she returned downstairs. Mr. Weasley followed soon after, and Hermione overheard him talking to Ginny.
"I've got something to show you back at the Ministry of Magic." He said.
"Can Hermione come too?" Ginny asked.
"No, she needs to help your mum, there's lots of cleaning to do."
Hermione knew that Mrs. Weasley was perfectly capable of running the house herself, so Mr. Weasley was simply trying to get her out of the way. Hermione ducked into another room and threw the invisibility cloak around her. She then followed Ginny and Mr. Weasley out the door and into the car, making sure not to get too close to Mr. Weasley. As the car rode down the street, Hermione gently touched Ginny's hand, letting her know that she was here.
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Author's Note: So... how did you like that? Reviews plox!
