Sexual situations are included in this chapter. You have been warned!
The following morning, Hermione woke early. With all that had happened the night before, it was a wonder she was able to sleep at all, but something about it being Ginny's warm form beside her made her relaxed on a level that she'd never felt with anybody else. She tiptoed out of their bedroom, wrapping around her a white terry cloth robe, and shut the door quietly behind her. She knew that Ginny preferred to sleep in, when she was able, and didn't want to disturb her.
Down in the kitchen she made herself a cup of coffee, and was just starting to pull items out for breakfast when a loud crack behind her made her jump nearly six feet in the air.
"Sorry, miss, did not mean to frighten..." Kreacher said, bowing deeply.
Hermione smiled, waving her hand. "Not at all. What's that you've got?"
For in one hand, Kreacher held a large white bag, and in the other, a cardboard drink carrier with two large, steaming cups held in place.
"Tis breakfast, as Miss Ginny requested." And Kreacher began to set the table, removing items from the bag. He pulled out two large chocolate croissants and placed them on china plates, each with a side of crispy bacon, and poured the contents of the steaming cups into china mugs. From the smell, Hermione knew that Ginny had asked for vanilla chai tea, Hermione's favorite morning drink.
"A pretty ring, Miss." Kreacher said, as he passed Hermione on his way to the dresser to get napkins and silverware.
Hermione held up her her left hand. Yes, it was a pretty ring. Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. Exactly the type of engagement ring she'd want, really. More importantly, from the person she really wanted to be engaged to. Well, she thought, rather grimly, she was engaged to. She had said yes to Ginny...how could she not have? It was what her heart desired, more than anything in the entire world. On her wedding day she wanted it to be Ginny she looked across the alter at. Ginny who placed the wedding band on her finger and pledged eternity to, Ginny who held her as they shared their first dance as a married couple.
Of course, the whole thing was ludicrous! There was no way they could get out of marrying Ron and Harry now, not without breaking their hearts and turning their backs on their families. Not they Hermione wasn't willing to leave her parents behind and start a new life with Ginny. That was the ultimate dream, after all, wasn't it? And Ginny always made it clear that she would have no qualms about just up and abandoning everything about their lives here in London. It would be difficult, arranging that, though. They would have to move from place to place, at least at first, while Harry and Ron and everybody else would be searching for them. They'd have to rely on some tricky magic and stealth skills, something that, while Ginny was confident they would have no problem doing, Hermione had doubts about.
"Did Miss Ginny give it to you?" Kreacher asked, still bustling about.
Hermione's stomach dropped. He really was more observant than anybody gave him credit for. "Yes, she did." Hermione said. No point in lying to somebody who already knew the truth. But Hermione knew that Kreacher would never give away any of her secrets, and was grateful for her passion in elf rights all these years.
"Did you give Miss anything?"
Hermione shook her head. "I didn't know she would be getting me anything. I guess I'll have to return the favor, won't I?" She mused, and began to wonder just what she could get Ginny that would mean as much as the ring she wore.
"Miss Ginny has always loved Quidditch. The Holyhead Harpies are playing the Gimbi Giant-Slayers tomorrow in Ethiopia."
"How do you know so much about Quidditch, Kreacher?" Hermione asked, slightly amazed.
"Master Harry is always talking about it. He asked Kreacher to get him the Quidditch schedule of Miss Ginny's favorite team."
"That's prefect, Kreacher! Please go to the Department of Magical Games and Sports and get us the best tickets you can. I'll make hotel reservations...I bet there's a village near the stadium. And don't breathe a word to Ginny!"
"Right away, Miss." Kreacher said, and with a bow, he Disapparated.
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"What in the world has got you so excited?" Ginny asked. It was later that afternoon, and they were having lunch at a small pub a few blocks from Grimmauld Place. They were regulars of a sort here, and the bartender had sent over a White Russian for Hermione and a pint of locally brewed beer for Ginny, and a bowl of salty pretzels before they had even taken off their coats. Their waitress, Sarah, knew their orders by heart, and put in for two fish and chips while she brought Hermione a copy of the London Times, which lay untouched.
Hermione was smiling, as she had been since this morning, and had her hands clasped tightly together. Every now and then, she'd squeal with delight. "Do you really want to know?" Hermione asked.
"Of course I do! You're acting like a schoolgirl." Ginny took a long drink of her beer.
"Well...okay. So have you ever been to Ethiopia?"
"Um. What?" Ginny asked.
"You heard me...have you ever been to Ethiopia?" And from the pocket of her coat she pulled a glossy brochure and handed it to Ginny.
"The Crescent Inn." Ginny read off the title page. "A five-wand rated resort for the witch or wizard wishing to just get away from it all. Inquire about our safaris...you want to go on a safari?" Ginny asked blankly.
Hermione laughed. "Of course not, silly. Read a bit farther."
Ginny looked doubtful, but dropped her eyes to the brochure once more. "Conveniently located only a broomstick away from the Gimbi Giant-Slayers Quidditch Stadium..." Ginny's eyes lit up at once. "We're going to see a Quidditch match?"
Hermione nodded. "And they're playing the Holyhead Harpies!"
"Wow, how did you pull this off? Have you been planning this?"
Hermione smiled again. "Erm...something like that. Mostly I just wanted to show you how much this," Hermione lifted her left hand up, "means to me."
"Well, it's definitely a good place to start." Ginny said, and hopped up to give Hermione a kiss. "When are we leaving?"
"Well, whenever you want. I've booked us their honeymoon suite for the next couple of days, I wasn't sure how long you'd want to spend there."
"Any place with you, my love, I want to spend eternity in." Ginny laced her fingers with Hermione's, and lifted her hand to her lips, caressing her soft skin.
Hermione was hurriedly blinking, and Ginny looked up, surprised. "I'm sorry, did I upset you?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, darling. You always know exactly the right thing to say. And I am the happiest woman in the world right now."
"And why is that?" Sarah had returned, and placed their food on the table, then turned around and left without a word.
"Because...I'm engaged to you."
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"Do you reckon we'll ever get to be together, Harry?" Ron asked, running his index finger down Harry's exposed thigh.
They were outside, enjoying the stretch of private beach that came with their villa. The sun was beginning to set, and the sound of the waves was extremely soothing.
"We are together, sweetheart." Harry laughed, gesturing around them.
"You know what I mean." Ron moved his hand up Harry's hipbones, and onto his stomach.
Harry sighed, deeply. "We'll find a way. After all, look at us now! Half a world away from all of our problems, on a beach that for all intents and purposes is our own...it's like our own paradise, Ron. Just for us. Only for us."
Ron nodded in agreement. "I want it to be you, Harry." '
Harry, who had closed his eyes while Ron had continued his soft ministrations, looked up. "Want what to be me?"
"I want it to be you that I marry."
"And I, you, sweetheart. Can we just break everything off with the girls, and come out to your family, though? Is that really possible? You don't think the entire wizarding world would revolt that two of their heroes, vanquishers of Voldemort, are gay?"
Ron shrugged. "If they do, we can just come here. Live here. I wouldn't mind spending every second of the rest of our lives just like this."
Harry laughed again. "Reality never was your forte...but maybe that's one of the things I love so much about you. Anything is possible."
"With love, it is." And Ron leaned over, pressing his lips to Harry's.
Harry kissed him back, softly at first, then much more urgently. Ron parted his lips, and entered his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting him, savoring him. "Merlin, Ron..." Harry moaned, and he took Ron's hand and placed on his stiff arousal.
Ron grinned, and wrapped his index finger and thumb around Harry's impossibly smooth cock, and began working it, up and down, his grip tight, just as his lover preferred. They could do this as many times a day as they wanted, as loud as they wanted. There definitely were perks, when it came to having your own beach.
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"Well, this is it! What do you think?" Hermione spread her arms before her. The had arrived to the village by Portkey, and found the hotel quite easily. They'd sent Kreacher ahead with their luggage, and when they got up to their suite, their clothes had already been moved from their suite cases into the dresser and closet. Their suite had a large bedroom with a King-sized bed, a bathroom as large as the basement kitchen in Grimmauld Place, a separate den with a couch bigger than most beds, and a full-sized gourmet kitchen, though Hermione and Ginny didn't plan on cooking. The fridge was stocked with various forms of alcohol and chocolates, and a lovely basket of starfruit, mangos, and passion fruit was on the coffee table welcoming them to the resort.
"It's...amazing." Ginny said. "What do you want to do first? We can take a swim in the pool, sight-see, go shopping..."
Hermione grinned, and took Ginny's hand, leading her into the bedroom. "I think this," she waved her wand, which she'd taken from her back pocket, "is appropiate?" and with a wave and a silent spell, Ginny's clothes Vanished, and she was left in her knickers.
"You read my mind." Ginny said, advancing forward to kiss Hermione, but Hermione took a step back, still grinning.
"You think it's just that easy? That you'll kiss me, and then get me between the sheets? This time, I want you to work for it." And Hermione removed her pants and underwear, sat on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs. Ginny's mouth nearly watered at the site of Hermione's utterly bare pussy, and she lunged forward, on her knees, placing her palms on the sides of Hermione's arse. As she began to lick in long, hard motions, Hermione moaned loudly, and Ginny began to appreciate the perks of such a large suite. They could probably have sex as much as they wanted, any time they wanted, walk around completely nude if that was what they wished.
Sex all day, and all night? Ginny thought. Perfect.
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