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-Chapter 21: The First Time You Touched Me-
Ginny didn't want to go back downstairs. She went into the bedroom across the hall from where she'd just been and there sat Luna reading an old copy of The Quibbler.
"Hello Ginny! I suppose you're wondering where I was. Well I was kidnapped by Death Eaters on the train home for the Christmas Holidays," Luna said nonchalantly. "They kept me at Malfoy Manor, it was rather unpleasant. I was very happy to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I know Hermione was tortured, that must have been awful. I assume you have seen her, how is she doing?"
"She's all right. A few cracked and bruised ribs."
"That is good. I should take her a copy of The Quibbler to read. I do know how she loves to read."
"Uh, I wouldn't do that. I told her about what happened with us and she is pretty upset."
"Oh, dear. Did you tell her everything about what you saw?" Luna asked.
"Yeah, I told her everything. She said she needed some time to think." Ginny sighed.
"Well that is the best thing to do then."
"Yeah. Would you like to go downstairs? I think I heard Bill say something about pudding."
"Oh I would love to! I wonder what kind of pudding it is." Luna's eyes lit up and the two girls went downstairs.
Harry and Ron talked about Ron's return, finding the sword of Godric Gryffindor in the lake and using it to destroy the horcrux, their visit with Luna's father and learning about The Deathly Hallows then being chased by Death Eaters. Luna apologized for her father selling them out, Harry and Ron told her not to worry about it, they understood his position.
After dinner Harry and Ron went to talk with Hermione. When they came back downstairs Harry informed Ginny that Hermione wished to speak with her. Ginny cautiously made her way up the staircase and stood outside of Hermione's bedroom door. She knocked three times and heard the voice from inside call for her to come in. She took a deep breath and entered. Hermione was sitting up in bed, she didn't look at Ginny, only at her hands folded in her lap. Ginny walked to the chair by Hermione's bed and sat down.
"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked.
"A little pain."
"Hermione, I can never, ever take back what I did and I am so sorry for it. But please, you have to believe what I told you about the image in my head."
"I-I think I do believe you because of how it happened. I mean...my daydream was vivid and after what your dad said it only makes sense that it would come to you and I don't think you would lie to me. I think if you did it because you wanted to that you would have told me just that."
"I would've told you even if you hadn't felt it, 'Mione. I knew I couldn't hide it from you, I didn't want to hide it from you. I want to be completely honest with you all the time." Ginny reached for Hermione's hands and held on to them. She moved from the chair to sitting on the edge of the bed, facing Hermione.
"I just feel a little bit betrayed because you said you would wait for me. I could never stand to be without you," Hermione said.
"You know I would never want you to feel like that, Hermione."
"Ginny…is this…is it too much for you? Is it not enough? I don't know how much longer this war is going to go on or if there might be another seven months where I can't be there to kiss you. Do you want something…someone…else?" Hermione's eyes started to water.
"Oh gods no, Hermione! Hermione I want this…I want you more than anything. I love you and if we can get through this then we can get through anything."
"You're sure? You know I only want you to be happy."
"Hermione, you make me happy. I want to get through this and I want to get through it with you." Ginny smiled a little and wiped a tear away from Hermione's cheek.
"I love you, Ginny. But I don't care if you fail, no more studying Potions with anyone," Hermione said with a small smile.
"Deal," Ginny said. She leaned in and kissed Hermione. "Now that you're sitting up I think I should wrap your ribs. It will help them heal right and hopefully help with the pain. I'll go ask Bill if he's got anything I can use."
"Where did you learn so much?" Hermione asked.
"Quidditch, love. I spent plenty of time in the hospital wing with friends' broken bones and also my own listening to Madam Pomfrey on how to mend them with and without potions. Be right back."
Ginny left for a few minutes and returned with an old bed sheet. She shut and locked the door behind her. Ginny tore the sheet into wide strips and laid them out at the foot of the bed.
"Okay love, I've got to take your shirt off." Ginny pulled the pillows out from Hermione's back and held her up.
"Is this for medical purposes or your own fun?" Hermione joked.
"Both," Ginny said with sly smile. She slid her hands under Hermione's t-shirt and helped the brunette carefully pull her arms out of the sleeves. Finally Ginny pulled the t-shirt over Hermione's head and set it on the arm chair.
"I almost forgot how great this view was," Ginny said with a smile.
Hermione reached out her hand and Ginny took it. The brunette pulled Ginny in close and guided Ginny's fingertips over her chest.
"I don't want to hurt you, love."
"I need your touch. Please Ginny," Hermione begged.
"Okay, tell me to stop if you hurt." Ginny sat down on the bed again facing Hermione. She pulled her into a soft kiss and reached her right hand forward. Ginny slid her fingertips down from Hermione's collarbone to her chest. Her fingers graced the tender skin of Hermione's breast and ran over her nipple. Hermione tried her best not to breathe too deep as her lover caressed and massaged her sensitive flesh.
"Oh Ginny…" Hermione moaned as she tilted her head back. Ginny kissed Hermione's neck and moved her mouth to Hermione's free breast. Ginny took it in her mouth and sucked. Hermione gasped then let out a painful cry. Ginny pulled away and Hermione steadied her breathing.
"Are you okay, baby?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. That was...I felt like I did the first time you touched me."
"Mmm yes, your 17th birthday present." Ginny giggled a little.
"I think that was the best birthday present I've ever received."
"Well hopefully we get to spend many more of them together," Ginny said as she stood up. "Let's get you wrapped up now though and we can talk more later." Ginny took one of the strips of fabric and told Hermione to lift her arms above her head. She wrapped the fabric strips tight around Hermione's chest and down her stomach. Hermione couldn't help but whimper in pain a few times. Ginny tried to be gentle but had to pull the wrappings tight to keep Hermione's ribcage stable.
It was getting late, Ginny helped Hermione lay back down. Ginny didn't have any pajamas to change into so she just stripped to her bra and underwear.
"You are so gorgeous," Hermione said when Ginny crawled up next to her right side and lay down.
"You are pretty stunning yourself, you know?" Ginny said as she pulled the blanket up around Hermione's neck.
"You remember that day in the hospital wing after my first panic attack and you told me that I'd make a great mother?"
"Yeah. You stayed with me all night and read me stories out of your Muggle book."
"Well I think you're going to make a pretty great mother as well."
Ginny paused for a moment trying to decide how to respond. She decided to go with what her heart was screaming at her to say.
"I am glad you think so, Hermione. I want our kids to have two great mothers." Ginny's heart raced waiting for Hermione's response.
"So we're definitely having more than one, are we?" Hermione turned her head to look at Ginny and smiled.
"Well yes, I was hoping so. I loved growing up with siblings around to play with. When Ron left for his first year of Hogwarts I thought I was going to die from boredom."
"Alright, more than one. But not seven. Your mother must have nerves of steel by now but I don't think there is any way I could handle seven kids."
"Deal. I'm not sure I could handle seven kids either. Especially since I plan on being a famous Quidditch player." Ginny grinned.
"Do you now, Miss Weasley? I am not sure how I feel about you getting chased around and hit by Bludgers while I sit in the stands with screaming infants."
"Oh don't worry about it, love, I'll be making tons of money and get someone to help you out," Ginny said. Hermione gave her a stern look. "Or, I could just write about the matches for Which Broomstick or The Daily Prophet, I would be satisfied with that."
"I don't have a problem with you playing professionally until we have kids. I just don't want to have to worry about you getting socked in the head and leaving me by myself with my job and the children," Hermione told her. "I absolutely love watching you play, it's actually a little bit of a turn on. You look so focused and determined when you're on the pitch."
"I can deal with that. What about you, Miss Granger? What are you going to do after this is all over with?"
"Well," Hermione said with a yawn, "hopefully this bloody war will be over with by the time school starts. I want to go back and finish up my 7th year. Then I want to go work for the Ministry and work on legislation to make life better for House Elves. Of course I want children sometime but not for a while."
"So we'll get to spend one more year at Hogwarts together? I am definitely up for that. The Room of Requirement will get plenty of use, I am sure." Ginny waited for a response from Hermione but it didn't come, she was fast asleep.
