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Funeral

"Hermione?" Ginny asked later that day, around 5pm, as she came down the stairs in only her pink dressing gown, "You said that you'd be back up in half an hour with lunch but that was over three hours ago, is everything alright?"

Ginny came to the bottom of the stairs, making sure she didn't trip over her to long dressing gown she continued to search for her friend and crush only to come across Hermione sitting at the kitchen table in tears with a letter in front her, there lunch lay forgotten on the side of the kitchen counter.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked slowly as she gently moved towards Hermione, frowning at the other woman's tear strained face, "Are you alright? Is everything okay? Was it the letter that made you cry?"

Hermione's only answer was to give a sharp shudder and start crying again, "It's Mr. Potts, his head. I know he was old and his time was very close and all but why now? Why!"

"Oh 'Mi," Ginny said softly as she made the rest of the distance to Hermione and sat down in the chair next to her, "It was just Mr. Pott's time to go, you know? You said yourself he was old and it was almost his time and all. I'm sure his in a better place now."

Hermione gave a sniffle, "Are you sure? He could of-"

"I'm sure, so don't cry anymore alright? His not in pain anymore and with those love ones that's already pasted on," Ginny said comfortingly, "Now then why don't you tell me all about Mr. Pott's and how you meet him? Will there be a funeral for him?"

Hermione nodded her head slowly, "Mr. Pott's the teddy bear shall be dearly missed."

"Hermione? Did you just say 'Mr. Pott's the teddy bear?" Ginny asked slowly as she had second's thoughts for Hermione's sanity.

"Mr. Pott's got his head ripped off by my aunts dog when she came over, my mum gave me to him when I was only 4 years old," Hermione cried out as fresh tears began to run down her face.

"I understand 'Mi, I had a teddy like that too, he was called Mr. Snuggles but Fred and Gorge thought it'd be funny to see what happened if they put him on an open fire," Ginny said as she gave Hermione a tight hug while trying to keep the dirty thoughts out of her mind as Hermione's breasts pressed up against her own, "How about you get Mr. Pott's sent to us and we can give him a funeral that he deserves?"

Hermione looked up at Ginny with hopeful watery eyes, "Really truly?"

"Truly," Ginny said kindly before letting out a giggle, "You know, I always thought that we'd be buying a pet of some sort in our back garden instead of a stuff toy, funny the things that life gives us huh?"

Hermione couldn't help but let out a watery giggle, "I know what you mean Ginny but sometimes these sort of things are a good thing."

"I agree," Ginny said with a saucy wink as she stood up and turned around, "You get yourself together; I'll make us something to eat."

"Thanks Ginny," Hermione said as she watched Ginny walk away, her eyes never wavering from Ginny's behind as it waved side to side as she walked.

Maybe Ginny was the one; maybe she wasn't as straight as she thought.

The End of this prompt! Next prompt is: Puppy Love!