Title: Seasons of Fire
Summary: Hermione and Ginny’s relationship change over a year. Slash H/G. Post War with Ginny and Hermione in the same grade due to issues in the war...it will be necessary in later chapters.
Rating: Mild R
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Love and cookies to my awesome beta mini1969

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Intro:

I never thought I had come to this stage. Never thought that there would come a point and time when I would want to be burnt. To be burnt by the mere touch of her hair. It drives me crazy...I have thought about it for too long. I have written down in this journal of a fire...my beautiful phoenix...one last look before I tell of my previous yearnings. I must tell her, I must!

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Chapter 1

Autumn

Journal Entry for October 31st

Autumn, a season of fall. It is actually the season known as Fall. I have fallen in my own way, ironically not like a dead leaf at its life’s end, but fresh and full of life. Autumn is for falling and I have fallen for Ginny.

What a beautiful day it is.

The professors, much to my dismay have cancelled classes for their own personal pursuits. I find it disheartening that the professors have taken a much lighter attitude to education due to the War. Thank goodness for Professor McGonagall and Snape. Yes, I call him Snape now, been hanging around the boys too much. But that isn't why I am writing. Funny, I don't normally keep journals...I have had a firmly placed fear of journals since Ginny's traumatizing experience in first year. But my mind has plagued me too much with thoughts of her.

Irony seems to be fond of me.

I don't know why she is the reason, but I am highly distressed as to how she came to be the reason. Maybe I should track back to point of distress.

Yes, I am a perfectly logical witch and I can do this.

She was just sitting there, by the lake, watching the sunset, staring out in a very Luna-like fashion. Yet, I was drawn to her. It was bizarre how I noticed her fiery red mane fly out in a fan behind her as the wind blew. I walked up to her and sat by her after shrugging off that feeling of bizarreness. She turned and acknowledged me with a smile and in that moment I felt like dozens of butterflies were having their own version of the war in my stomach.

I don’t know why they did that. It’s just Ginny. I used to feel that when Ron looked at me. When he smiled one of his idiotic grins directed at me. Not anymore...now it’s just Ginny and I don’t know why it’s her.

Hell, I don't know why it’s a her.

Merlin, I must be suffering from the lack of education today.

Her luminous smile diminished into a worried frown and I realized I must have transferred my thoughts into my facial expression. I gave her one of my well known reassuring smiles hoping that it would do the job it was invented for. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay on for very long because right then we locked eyes, and those butterflies became substantial dragons. I become aware of her eyes as the different hues of brown danced with the colors of sunset. Those eyes that had every shade and tint of brown imaginable to any man or woman; those eyes that bore into my soul and caused a desire unheard of; those eyes that made me feel as if I was flying; like my favorite coffee flavor after a sleepless night. Those eyes that made me feel faint, those eyes that caused me to actually faint.

I woke up in the infirmary with those eyes staring at me in concern. I remember looking up into those eyes with a realization that I had caused them worry. It was odd was that I felt a physical pain in my heart knowing that I had caused those beautiful chocolate eyes worry. Speaking of chocolate, Madam Pomfrey, bless her heart, gave me some chocolate and sent me straight to bed.

I am still awake, recalling the image of those eyes boring into the depths of my soul. As I write in the diminishing candle light, I think more on the owner of those eyes.

She sleeps in the bed next to mine, the candlelight’s glow bouncing off the red ferocity that is her hair. What would she think if I told her? I must not; I will not. Her friendship means the world to me and it kept me strong through the war. To lose it will break me. I must bury these new feelings and hope they will die of suffocation within my heart.

{2. Winter}

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Title: Makes The Heart Fonder
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
A/N: Oh goodness, it's fluff.

Title: Makes The Heart Fonder

Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.

A/N--Luna comes home.

Hermione stirred her tea absently as she read an obscure translation of Gwenolyg's Theories. Part of her work was largely based on research, and she'd recently come upon some texts that might give more insight to magical transportation. Her concentration broke when Ginny's bedroom door opened and the redhead walked to the kitchen area. She smiled tentatively in greeting then went back to her reading. Ginny nodded back and went straight for the coffee maker glad to find some coffee all ready for her.

Even the exciting aroma of the coffee did nothing for the underlying tension in the room. Ever since their last fight, Hermione and Ginny's relationship had been strained. What was maddening to Ginny was that neither of them wanted to broach the subject, so it floated around them as they floated around each other.

She sat across from Hermione at the counter and observed the brunette. Hermione seemed completely oblivious to the world and lost in her reading. Her hand was still on the spoon supposed to be stirring her tea but it was still, forgotten in favour of whatever ancient knowledge she was absorbing. The only movement Hermione made was her eyes travelling over the text, her other hand turning the pages when necessary, and her nose wrinkling adorably as she read something particularly interesting.

Ginny smiled at the eternal bookworm and sighed as she remembered their fight. They had both said some obscenely cruel things, not really reflective of their longtime friendship, regardless of whether or not they were true. It was unlike Ginny to avoid confrontation, and she was already disappointed in herself for letting it go on for so long.

Deciding that the two weeks passed was long enough, the feisty redhead determined to end their silence, "Hermione?"

No response, either the other woman was so engrossed in her book she paid no attention to anything around her, that or she was ignoring Ginny, and neither reason was acceptable in Ginny's book.

"HERMIONE!"

The brunette jumped and cursed under her breath as the tea spilt over the old tome and after a few wand waves glared hotly at her roommate.

"What the hell, Ginny!"

Ginny winced, "Sorry about that, but I was trying to get your attention for a second."

Hermione huffed and slammed her hand on the counter, "Well you got it, what?" she asked her voice angry.

Ginny sighed, this was not off to a good start, "We need to talk about the other day." She pursed her lips as Hermione rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous! We are acting like hormonal teenagers. We are adults for Circe's sake, we should be able to talk about this."

Hermione shrugged, "Fine, oh wise one, let's talk."

Ginny suppressed her own eye roll, apparently Hermione had left her maturity in bed, "Okay, first I'd like to apologise, I had no right to say such things about you, it was way out of line, and I'm really sorry."

Hermione sighed and blushed lightly at her own childishness; her gaze softened as she spoke, "I'm sorry too, although I still feel that bringing in random strangers at all hours of the night was annoying." 'For more reasons than the obvious.' Hermione finished in her head.

Ginny nodded, looking down, "You're right. I've stopped that, it was destructive and unnecessary." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "And about the whole Luna thing-"

"Stop." Hermione interrupted, raising her hand, "Don't apologise for that, it's not something you can control. I had no right to attack it in the first place, in a way I understand, Luna's special."

Ginny smiled slightly humming in agreement but still wasn't able to meet the brunette's eyes.

Hermione stomped down her jealousy and placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder, "Really, it's alright...well not alright, but you know what I mean." She grinned when the Ginny lifted her head to face her, "So we go back to relatively normal?"

Ginny nodded, absently noting the golden flecks in Hermione's eyes sparkling with amusement , "Sounds good." She smirked, "See, adults."

Hermione laughed, her voice warm and agreed, "Yes and as an adult you owe me a first edition Gwenolyg's Theories, which is rumoured to be found only in Russia. So I suggest you get to it."

0o0

If anyone tried to describe how Hermione felt that day, tired would have to be the understatement of the year. Her boss, that protocol thumping dwarf Piggleton had threatened to throw out most of her research for a ridiculous technicality that had no bearing on the work whatsoever. She'd spend most of the morning afterwards double warding her work and then going through half the ministry to acquire the authorisation necessary to overrule Piggleton. Then instead of having a relaxing late lunch she'd had to deal with Harry's newest lamentations on his and Draco's relationship, quickly followed by Piggleton sending a memo threatening to have her fired, which of course meant that she'd had to go above him again and threaten to have him fired for multiple incidents she'd chosen to overlook until today. The worst thing was, she'd hardly gotten any work done, all it resulted in was more paper work for her to deal with.

She sighed as she adjusted her hold on the many scrolls she was trying to keep a hold of and waved her wand to unlock the wards to her flat. Charming the door open she stumbled inside tripping on the door mat and landing in a heap on the floor, face first. Cursing under her breath she kicked the door closed from her position on the floor and rolled over to face the ceiling completely prepared to spend at least an hour in that position, at least this way she was off her feet. As she lay there she saw a faint shimmer out of the corner of her eye, then her brain caught up to her and she sat up sharply her wand held in front of her ready to duel - mind absent of the fact that she was still sitting on the floor. Her breath caught as she took in the room before her.

The entirety of the living room was decorated with floating tea candles in crystal holders rendering a soft golden glow with stars of light shining through the crystals. A light scent of orchids filled the air, Hermione's favourite, bringing a smile to her face. As Hermione marvelled at the flat's romantic transformation she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her upright against a soft body.

"Surprise." A soft voice whispered in her ear causing Hermione to shiver and moan, "Happy anniversary, love."

Hermione turned around to face her lover hiding the guilt at forgetting their anniversary with a smile, "Happy anniversary, Luna." They kissed sweetly and Luna pulled Hermione into their bedroom, the brunette letting herself forget all about her bad day and be drawn into whatever cocoon of romance Luna had planned for them.

0o0

Ginny apparated into the flat with a pop and dumped her Quidditch bag on the floor beside her. She sprawled herself on a sofa and closed her eyes enjoying the peace and quiet after a rigorous workout. Ten minutes later she opened her eyes lazily noticing for the first time the candle lit room. She stretched catlike before standing up and looking around taking in the romantic atmosphere.

Confused, she turned and made her way to Hermione's room stopping right outside the door. The door was slightly ajar, which didn't exactly help quail her curiosity. After a moment's hesitation she gave in and peeked into the room not seeing anyone there. Her head shifted in the direction of giggling coming from Hermione's bathroom. A voice in her head, sounding a bit like Hermione's, warned her not to interfere, but another treacherous voice, this one more like hers, encouraged her to go in and look, if only to find out who Hermione was sleeping with behind Luna's back. An even more traitorous voice reasoned that if Hermione was cheating on Luna, this could increase Ginny's chances with the blond.

Shaking her head to clear her inner dialogue, Ginny entered the room, tip toeing silently, a skill fine-tuned from childhood, towards the bathroom. This door was opened even wider, 'Carelessness so unlike Hermione', Ginny thought.

Through the steam floating in the air Ginny could see two naked bodies behind the translucent shower door. Her breath caught as she recognised the other woman in there with Hermione. She blushed at the sight and tried to turn and leave but something held her fast and severed the connection between brain and feet. She stayed frozen to the spot, her eyes glued to the two women making love. They seemed to move as if in a dance, their glistening bodies seeming to glow in the steam distorted candlelight, hands caressing, mouths worshipping, bodies connected. Ginny's breath came erratically and she swayed with dizziness and not just from the lack of ample oxygen to the brain.

Only when the two women reached their fulfilment did their moans finally rouse the redhead from her stupor. Her sanity returned and she ran as if pursued from the room, it was a miracle she didn't run into anything.

0o0

"Morning, Phoenix."

Ginny looked up from contemplating her morning coffee at the familiar pet name. She smiled warmly at the blond, "Morning Luna. Coffee?"

Luna smiled back, "No thank you, Ginny. I'll make some tea, would you like some?"

Ginny shook her head, "No thanks," she lifted her coffee mug, "I'm good, got my fuel for the day."

"Very well, you're like Hermione, neither of you have the taste for my tea yet, you might someday." The blond shrugged and went about preparing her tea. Ginny was about to deny her dislike for Luna's tea but smiled back in apology instead, Luna had a knack for sensing the truths behind words.

Luna stood across from the redhead at the kitchen counter. Ginny smiled politely, trying to suppress the growing blush as she remembered what she'd seen the night previous.

She managed to focus all her concentration on drinking her coffee up until Luna giggled. "Ginny looks like a tomato, what is she thinking about?"

Ginny's blush deepened, "Nothing really." She refused to meet Luna's wide eyes as she stood to put her mug in the sink.

Luna giggled again, "Is Ginny thinking about the fruits of curiosity?"

Ginny turned to face Luna with a mild frown of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"The fruits of curiosity always yield what the searcher was searching for," Luna replied sagely, "Did you find what you were looking for last night?" She asked, her blue eyes teasing.

Ginny blinked owlishly at her ex, she could feel the hot blush spreading to her neck now, "Um..."

Luna laughed lightly, "It's alright, there is no shame in curiosity," she tilted her head to the side her gaze focused on the ceiling and frowned, "But there may be danger." She turned back to Ginny the teasing glint in her eyes replacing the serious sharpness, "As I'm not ashamed, you shouldn't be."

The redhead laughed nervously, "Sorry about that," she rubbed her neck willing the blush gone, "I heard voices, I didn't know you were coming back."

Luna nodded, "I understand, I should have sent warning." Her voice dreamy, she continued, "I wanted to surprise Hermione, it was beautiful."

Ginny went to sit by her friend, "Luna, I wanted to apologise."

The blond smiled at her, "It's alright, one must never apologise for such things."

Ginny shook her head, "No, not, well that. I mean I am sorry about peeking, but it's about ...."

Luna placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I know, Phoenix. It's not your fault, love is odd, it lingers like the dew clinging to the dawn, but quite like dew, can be erased from memory by the light of a new sun."

Ginny sighed, "Luna, don't be so nice. It doesn't help that you knew and were alright with it. How did you know, anyway?"

Luna smiled and tucked a stray red hair behind Ginny's ear, "I'm as wise as you, I just see better. It's very easy to look at something, but to see, one must observe and understand." The blond drew her close and rested her head on Ginny's shoulder, "Sometimes seeing is not always nice, not everything is beautiful," she sighed, her voice uncharacteristically sad.

Ginny wrapped an arm around Luna's waist, "Are you alright, Luna?"

"Not quite, but it all will be." She lifted her head to place a kiss on a confused Ginny's cheek and returned her head to the redhead's shoulder.

Ginny felt suddenly guilty, why she didn't know, but she pulled the dreamy blond to her pressing her cheek to the wispy fair hair.

0o0

Hermione frowned at the scene before her.

She'd woken up to an empty bed and would have dismissed the last night off as a dream if it wasn't for that singularly Luna scent on the pillows and sheets. She'd smiled, pleased, more so as the memories formed sharper images in her mind's eye and gone off in search of the blond. The brunette had opened the door only to find Luna and Ginny wrapped around each other in a decidedly compromising position.

Hermione pursed her lips and shut the door in front of her quietly so as not to alert the others of her presence. At least not yet.

0o0

A door slam startled the two women by the kitchen counter.

"Hermione!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry," her voice acidic, "did I interrupt something?"

Ginny's blush returned full force, even though her mind told her she wasn't doing anything wrong, her heart skipped a beat at the cruel sarcasm in the brunette's voice. She turned and looked at Luna who seemed to be handling it much better.

Luna disentangled from Ginny and flew to embrace Hermione placing a light kiss on her lips, "Morning, love." The woman in question just glared but Luna continued unabashed, "I see you're dressed for work, you shouldn't go work without breakfast, you know?"

Hermione unwrapped Luna's arms, "I doubt you're worried about my well-being right now, Luna."

Luna smiled but let her go, "There you are Hermione, always thinking, not taking the time to feel. Looking never seeing." The blond placed a kiss on Hermione's cheek, "Very well, have a good day at work, Hermy." She turned and walked towards their shared bedroom stopping at the doorway, "Remember, I'm leaving this evening, so don't stay too late working, I want to say goodbye to you." With a final smile, she closed the door.

Hermione forgot her anger momentarily marvelling at Luna's uncanny ability to throw her off balance, her fury returned, however, when she caught Ginny's eye.

"Hermione?" The redhead tried.

"Have a good day with Luna, Ginny." With that she apparated out with a pop.

0o0

Hermione lay on her stomach as she watched Luna gather her things wondering how someone could make such a mess after only staying one day. She'd spent her whole day at work trying to forget the scene in her kitchen that morning. Of course that hadn't worked, and she'd spent the day annoyed at herself for being so foolish. Luna would never betray her like that, it just wasn't her way. In their entire relationship, Luna had never lied or done anything to warrant distrust, so why did Luna hugging Ginny hurt her so much? It wasn't even the fact that she was hugging Ginny, something in Hermione had wanted to wrench them apart forcefully and painfully.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice Luna kneeling in front of her, their faces separated only by inches of air. Her head snapped back when she locked gazes with Luna.

The blond leaned back to give Hermione some space, "You're confused. I see now."

Hermione crinkled her brow in consternation, "Luna, you've got to stop telling someone what they're feeling before they tell you. It's not tactful."

Luna giggled, "If I already know, why should you tell me again? It would be better to tell you what I know and help you sooner, wouldn't it Hermy?"

Hermione scoffed but tempered it with a small smile and replied, "Oh really, then how can you help me with my confusion, Luna?"

Luna touched Hermione's cheek trailing a finger down her cheekbones to her lips, she smiled sweetly, "By removing part of the confusion, this way you have no reason to be confused."

Hermione leaned back and sat up frowning at the blond, "Luna, what do you mean by that?" she asked, an urgency in her voice; something in the way Luna had said that made her uneasy.

Luna's eyes became suddenly sad, "I see you, Hermy. For that I must leave you for a while, so that you may stop being confused. Besides I'd like to see you smile more."

"Luna, are you asking for a break?"

The blond in question crept up the bed and planted a soft lingering kiss on Hermione's lips, "No, I'm not asking, I'm giving you what you need." She rested her head on the brunette’s shoulder, "I'm not sure I'm alright with it, but I will be."

Hermione stared at Luna, shocked into a rare silence. Luna said nothing as she finished gathering her things before leaving their bedroom. Hermione realising Luna was leaving, scrambled off the bed and ran after the blond to find her hugging Ginny goodbye.

Luna turned to Hermione, "Remember, don't overwork yourself, liranths are not pleasant." With a light kiss to her cheek she took two steps back from Hermione, "Goodbye, love."

Luna felt her eyes tear up as she was pulled by her navel away from her girlfriend. Hermione did not miss the tears and she felt a small part of her heart break. Worse yet, she felt a shaming wave of relief flood over her only worsened by Ginny putting an arm around her shoulders in concern. Leaning into the redhead's embrace, Hermione sighed deeply.

Ginny held the other girl, concerned about her silence, "Hermione, are you alright?"

Hermione held Ginny tighter, "Yes, but I think Luna and I just broke up."

A/N: I hope I got Luna right, at least my perception of her. I wanted to write her insightful, with just a hint of cooky on account of the fact that she's older now, and the world tends to turn even the most light-hearted a bit serious. Oy, but this one was long. It was hard to get my muse to focus long enough to finish, I've re-written this chapter over and over, I like this version. It's bittersweet, and has a sense of randomness reminiscent of Luna - I hope.

Reviews are lovely, if you please :D

Title: Makes The Heart Fonder
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter….I cry over it every night before I go to sleep. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
A/N: Next installment. Hermione and Ginny have been living together for a while now. Luna's still gone for the time being.  Cookies and candy to my luvly beta mini1969 for her work :)

Title: Makes The Heart Fonder

A/N: Continuing steadily on, in surprising forms. I haven't decided who ends up with who, so it'll be just as fun for you as it is for me. At least I hope you'll enjoy it. Get's a bit hot later in the chapter, there is some nudity.

"HERMIONE!!" A loud bang on the door.

"HERMIONE!! Get out here or I'm breaking the door down!"

Another series of bangs in rapid succession against Hermione's door brought her out in a huff, "WHAT?!?"

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed in mild surprise not having expecting it to be that easy.

The woman in question rolled her eyes, "Yes, we've already established who I am. What do you want Ginny?" Ginny noticed that the brunette's eyes were puffy and red obviously from crying herself to sleep, if she had slept at all.

"Come on! Get ready, we're going out tonight." She pushed her way into Hermione's bedroom, stopping short when she saw the mess.

"Um, 'Mione ...?" She asked waving her hands around at the messy room. There were clothes strewn everywhere and broken fragments of unidentifiable objects littered the floor, some bits were even stuck in the walls.

Hermione raised her hand in a dismissive wave, "Strong silencing charms together with deep rooted anger and resentment over the fact that my girlfriend leaves me to travel the world experiencing her dream job with some guy who's equally as crazy and I'm stuck here with the same old job, same old friends, same old me." She threw herself on her bed, her face buried in a mound of clothes.

Auburn eyebrows shot up, "Wow. Um ... okay then. Well, alright, let's find something in this mess that's worthy of a night out." She turned around to rummage in a promising pile that smelled like fabric softener, which hopefully meant the clothes had recently been cleaned, either that or Hermione had really bad taste in perfume.

The brunette sprawled on the bed groaned, "Ginny!" She flipped herself over, "I'm tired, I don't feel up to going out." Getting no response from the redhead she sat up on her elbows, "Gin--GINNY!!"

"What?" Ginny asked distracted in her current task. Hermione glared, "What are you doing in my delicates drawer!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Really, 'delicates' drawer? Whatever. Ooh ... black, extra-skimpy, and lacy!" Ginny held it up grinning like the cat who caught the canary, "Hermione, I never!"

"GINEVRA WEASLEY! Give it here!" She got up and held her hand out glaring daggers at her friend, who to Hermione's surprise obliged.

"Gladly. On the condition you wear them tonight." She crossed her arms and levelled her best imitation of Hermione's do-as-I-say stare at the blushing brunette, who was trying to get past her to shove the delicates back in their drawer.

"Move, Ginny. I don't have time for this. As you so kindly pointed out, I need to clean up. Plus I'm behind on my paper, I didn't get anything done all day yesterday or today." She sighed at the unwavering redhead, "Ginny, please. I just need to get back to work. I promise I'm not stressed; the Liranths won't get me. I'm just not in the mood for partying." Giving up, she threw herself back on the bed, panties still in hand.

Ginny frowned scoldingly, "Hermione, you can't lock yourself in here and drown in work. Luna wouldn't approve. Now she left me with the responsibility of making sure you have some normal fun, and I'm taking that responsibility very seriously. So come on." She bent to drag the reluctant brunette into a standing position, "Let's get you ready for some fun. Nothing too crazy, just a couple of friends out on the town, even Ron and Harry are coming." She pushed Hermione in the direction of the en-suite bathroom shared by the connecting bedrooms, "Get washed, I'll be in here trying to sift through this mess," she grabbed the black lingerie from the other woman's hand, "I'll take this, have to find a matching bra," Ginny smiled devilishly and winked, "or maybe not ...."

She shut the door quickly leaving an indignant Hermione trying to burn holes through the door with her eyes. After five minutes, Ginny heard the water running, momentarily triumphant she turned back to the mess. Looking around and running a hand through her hair, she muttered "Oh hell."

HrG

"You said this would be a small gathering!" Hermione yelled at her companion over the booming, bone jarring beats vibrating throughout the crowded nightclub. Ginny just smiled back and manoeuvred them through the gyrating bodies to the bar area where some of their friends were already gathered, raucously drinking and catching up.

"GINNY!" "HERMIONE!" and some other unintelligible slurred greetings welcomed them.

Hermione smiled back shyly acknowledging the greetings as she surreptitiously tugged on the hem of her dark red, curve hugging silk dress. Ginny, after much cajoling coupled with a good deal of threatening, had managed to get her into one of the few provocative articles of clothing Hermione owned. Coincidentally, all the sexy clothes were gifts from other people. It's not that Hermione minded being sexy, she just preferred subtlety about it, as demonstrated by her delicates drawer; sexy didn't have to be flaunted in her opinion. She tucked up a dark curl that had escaped the elaborate hairdo that had taken an hour to wrangle, but looked simple - Ginny called it "sexy-messy".

Speaking of sexy, the redhead in question had chosen a green halter top that brought out the various vibrant red tones in her hair as it fell down her back in silky waves. The top also served to reveal a good deal of midriff showing off toned abs tantalisingly leading down to skin tight skinny jeans and black strappy heels. Hermione marvelled at Ginny's ability to make simple outfits look glamorous; it was not the first time that night Hermione had had less than platonic thoughts about her best girl-friend.

Deciding to get into the fun, if only to stop her roaming thoughts, Hermione accepted an offered drink from Ron who winked lecherously at her when she drank it down in one go, or more accurately, winked at her cleavage. She rolled her eyes and dragged a tipsy Harry off to the dance floor, effectively ending his bout of exhibitionism grinding Draco against the bar.

HrG

"Come on straighten up, come on honey."

"Mhmmm ..." came a mumbling response, eliciting a fond smile from Hermione. She adjusted her hold on the redhead as she stepped out of her heels and reached for her wand, trying to ignoring the feel of Ginny's long jean clad legs rubbing across her exposed thighs, and cursing Ginny for being too drunk to apparate and making her wear the short dress in the first place. She waved her wand and a levitation charm later, Ginny was lying on her back in her bed happily entranced by the patterns in the ceiling that didn't exist.

"Hermiii?" The adorably sloshed redhead called, lifting her arms like a child asking to be picked up.

"Yes?" The brunette looked up from unfastening Ginny's shoes.

"D'you lurv me?"

Hermione chuckled throwing the shoes over her shoulder. "Of course I do, Gin. You're my best girl-friend." She moved to the set of drawers on the left of the bed pulling out a white cotton sleeveless v-neck shirt and blue workout shorts setting them on the bed near her friend. "Gin," she shook the drifting woman back to reality, "come on, you should change into more comfortable clothes. You're in for quite the hangover tomorrow, you shouldn't have been knocking back drinks called Dragon Blasters like you did tonight."

Without opening her eyes the redhead responded, "No!" She shook her head like a five year old, "Too tired. M'sleepy." She promptly fell asleep - or unconscious -Hermione couldn't decide.

Hermione sighed exasperatedly, "Oh, fine." With a determined clinical air Hermione straddled Ginny's legs and began to unzip her jeans, refusing to acknowledge the rosy blush forming on her cheeks. With a bit of tugging and lifting, the jeans came off revealing mile long lean legs. Hermione forced herself to look away as she felt a warmth growing between her legs. She reached for the shorts and tugged them on, carefully avoiding the enticingly bare skin.

The green halter Ginny wore made the brunette pause, however. The odds that there was no bra under the shirt were high and Hermione questioned what she'd do to make one of her oldest friends more comfortable. Having argued with herself and deciding that she was bigger than that, she took in a deep fortifying breath and rolled Ginny over to untie the straps at the back of the sleeping woman's neck. Her best efforts to avert her eyes were foiled by the expanse of skin revealed as the top was removed. It took all her strength to not caress a soft breast and explore the feel of the pert pink nipples before her.

Forcing her mind to think of Luna, her girlfriend, who loved her and would not appreciate Hermione molesting her ex in this vulnerable state, she reached for the shirt and pulled Ginny to a sitting position. This didn't help matters because Ginny flopped against her, their soft curves pressed together - silk it turned out wasn't much of a barrier. Cursing her choice of dress once more, Hermione wriggled Ginny into the shirt with as little movement as possible, as every little shift rubbed their breasts together sending shudders through the brunette. She set Ginny back down gently but it required her to lean over, their faces inches apart. Ginny chose that moment to sleepily open her eyes. Hermione's breath hitched as she noticed, not for the first time, the specks of gold and green in the honey eyes staring back at her. Like a magnet, she was pulled into those eyes and brought their faces together, their lips almost touching.

"D'you think Lun ... Lun still lurvs me?" Ginny whispered, effectively ending the moment.

Hermione snapped back as if stung, suddenly acutely aware of their position. Now that Ginny was in shorts their legs were both bare, and the skin to skin contact did nothing to assuage that nagging warmth which was quickly turning into wetness.

Moment killed, and sanity returned, she scrambled off in a rush not bothering to pull the covers over her friend, as she pretty much ran to the door. Something made her stop, and she turned around to stare back at the redhead. She'd asked Ginny's question of herself when she and Luna first got together. She still didn't know the answer for sure, didn't know if she wanted to find out that Luna was still somewhat in love with Ginny. Worse still, didn't know if it was upset out of jealousy for the blond - or the redhead.

With a sigh she went back and tucked her friend in the covers, her guilt getting the best of her. With a whispered, "Goodnight, Gin." Hermione exited the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Circe but she needed a long cold shower.

A/N: We've all been there, having to get the drunk friend into bed, or maybe been that friend. So yes, Ginny still has feelings for Luna, Hermione's not so keen on the "just friends" situation with Ginny, and oh yeah, Luna is technically still Hermione’s girlfriend.

Thoughts? Concerns? Just wanna bother me? Review, tell me what you think!!

Title: Makes The Heart Fonder

Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.

A/N—FEMMESLASH! This came to me, as most of these fics do, randomly. This is going to be a Hermione/Ginny, with a smidgen of Hermione/Luna and past Ginny/Luna. I wanted to put in a bit of Hermione/Luna at the beginning as a way to sort of dip my toes into that pool, as I've never really done Hermione/Luna. It is however going to end up with Hermione/Ginny...I think. Who knows? I might jump in the water all the way.

"Luna, you're going. This is an amazing opportunity for you. You've wanted this all your life, please go."

"Hermione, I don't want to leave like this."

"Leave like what?" Hermione asked her live-in girlfriend of one year tiredly. Luna sighed and run her hand through her blond hair.

Hermione winced inwardly when she noticed that Luna's normally ethereal dreamy look had disappeared, instead her large bright azure eyes were now hard and pained. She hated the tension that had settled on their relationship for the past month.

Luna had been offered with job with Rolf Scamander, grandson of Newt Scamander the famous naturalist. He was known for carrying on the Scamander legacy and had become a renowned naturalist in his own right. He'd heard about Luna, who was also making a name for herself as a naturalist with a more exotic concentration. Impressed with her unconventional approach he'd asked her to join him on an expedition to discover new species all over the world. It was a rare and prestigious opportunity to be asked on as a Rolf's partner, but it meant months of travelling the world documenting and observing magical creatures. Luna had a passion for magical creatures and had published a myriad of papers that were currently being compiled into a Care of Magical Creatures textbook for NEWT seventh years.

Hermione was extremely proud of her - although she had been surprised that Luna could apply herself so well and in such a scholarly fashion.  Because of this she felt a little bit guilty and so pushed Luna to pursue her dream. The tension came from worrying about how to make a long distance relationship work and whether it could be the end of them, that and the fact that Luna had asked Hermione to come with her.

"Luna, you can't give this up, in fact I refuse to let you throw something like this away."

"Hermy, I don't like being away from you," Luna murmured softly and Hermione had to suppress an eye roll, she hated that pet-name.

"We can floo, we can owl, hell I can portkey over every now and then. It's not like we're joined at the hip, Luna."

Luna sighed, "Why can't you come with me. Your research is not based on you having to be in one place. Plus, you said you need a holiday to finish that paper you are writing, a year off could be a good thing. The ministry won't crumble without you, Hermione, and the Goddess knows you deserve a vacation."

Hermione sank down onto the couch, "Luna," she began tiredly, "I can't go gallivanting around the world with you, drop everything to do whatever!"

Luna's eyes uncharacteristically narrowed, "There it is, the real reason."

"What? Reason for what?"

Luna sat down across from her, "You've never taken me seriously. Even at Hogwarts ...."

Hermione groaned, interrupting, "Luna, don't do this."

"Then come with me!"

Hermione put her head in her hands, "Luna, we are turning this into more than it is. Of course I take you seriously, we've been together for a year, and we live together for goodness sake! Besides you were a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, how can I not take you seriously?" Hermione sighed, tired of going over the same quarrel yet again, "It's just one year apart, and it's not like we won't communicate, we'll still be us."

She got up and moved to kneel in front of the blond taking her hands, "This will be good for us, distance makes the heart fonder, and all that." She smiled slightly and reached up to caress a soft cheek, "I love you Luna; it's not going to change just because you aren't here with me every night."

Large blue eyes shining with tears smiled back, "I love you too." They kissed sweetly and rested their foreheads together, enjoying the moment.

Hermione stood up and held a hand out for Luna, "Come on, let's finish your packing."

They went into the bedroom and finished shrinking the last suitcases. Hermione smiled wistfully, looking around at their bedroom, it felt empty without Luna's various eccentricities everywhere. "As guilty as I feel about using magic for small things, it definitely minimises the torture that is packing."

Luna pursed her lips but nodded, acknowledging Hermione's attempt to bring levity to the situation, "Oh, Hermione." She held her arms out for the other woman who rushed into them and held on as if she never wanted to let go. Luna lost herself in the familiar vanilla scent of the ex-Gryffindor's dark hair, "I hate that I'm leaving you alone, Hermy." Hermione smiled, realizing that she might not hear that particular distortion of her name for a year — it wasn't as much of a relief as she thought it'd be.

Hermione pulled away from the embrace, "I won't be all alone, and anyway, I'm the one who's staying. I have work, friends. I'll be fine; besides I'm an only child - I'm very comfortable in solitude."

Luna nodded, "I know, that's the problem; and don't think I didn't notice that you said 'work' first before mentioning your friends," she admonished, wishing Hermione would let herself be comforted more often.

"Don't be silly, you're reading too much into that." Hermione walked out of the bedroom anxious to recover herself, "Besides, you know Ginny's moving in to the guest room while you're gone." Luna sighed, and followed her into the main living area.

As if on cue, the door to the guest room opened, "Well that's the last of my stuff in. It's a mess in there!" Ginny called, joining them in the living room and flopping down on the couch, "It feels great to be back home. And don't worry Luna, I'll take care of Hermione while you're gone. Now that I'm back from touring with the team, I can drag her out for some fun more often."

Luna smiled indulgently at Ginny, "Please do. Otherwise I'm afraid the Liranths in the bathroom will attack her. They're drawn to stress you know."

Ginny laughed, "No, I didn't know. But that's why you're the expert." Her face turned serious, "I promise to make sure she's de-stressed daily, no attacks on my watch, promise."

Luna nodded her thanks, "Thank you, Ginny. I'd better get my things, the portkey I'm supposed to take will activate soon." She went back into the bedroom.

Hermione grinned at Luna's retreating form fondly, glad the dreamy Luna was back, before turning her best Head Girl glare on the redhead. "Why do you indulge her? Liranths, honestly!"

Ginny smirked, "Same reason you do, it's Luna. Besides, with the way you worry, I wouldn't be surprised if you were attacked."

Luna floated back into the living room, a large multicoloured cloth bag slung diagonally across her shoulders and front. She was holding a small wooden statue of a Griffin. "Portkey activates in about two minutes." she said softly.

Ginny was the first to approach, "While not the smartest thing having your ex move back in to keep your girlfriend company, I'm glad I could help." She hugged Luna and placed a chaste kiss on a rosy cheek, "Have fun! Take pictures. I'd love to see one of a Nargle sometime." Luna smiled back, "They hate being photographed, Gin, but I'll try." They shared a smile before Luna moved to stand before Hermione.

Hermione pulled Luna to her and held her tightly, "I'll miss you, love." They kissed deeply forgetting about the other occupant in the room. Ginny, who stood behind them, lowered her head with a blush, turning around to give them privacy.

The two lovers held each other until Luna felt a familiar tug at her navel, "Hermione, the portkey's activating." Hermione breathed in Luna's scent memorizing it before pulling back and kissing her girlfriend lightly a last time before taking a small step back. "Bye, love." Luna waved sadly as she disappeared; the air in the space she occupied shimmered with the displacement, leaving Hermione standing with tears in her eyes staring at the wall opposite.

Ginny frowned in concern at her friend's sad form, "Hermione?"

The woman in question looked up but didn't turn to face the redhead, "I'll be in my room. Please don't disturb me."

Ginny nodded as Hermione rushed past her slamming the door in her haste to hide the tears. She went to the closed door, "I'll be right here if you want to talk," she called.

No response, but then again she didn't expect one. Hermione had always been private, especially when she was in vulnerable situations. She'd probably be in there all night. With a sigh Ginny went to her room, she might as well finish unpacking; Hermione was a lost cause for tonight.

A/N—So yes, Ginny is Luna's ex, just to clear that up. She's back from a tour with the Harpies. Luna's off on her way to explore the magical animal kingdom all over the world and Hermione's just as she is, albeit a workaholic. Please review, I want to know if I did Hermione/Luna right. Or just review, constructive criticism of any kind appreciated.

Title: A Really Bad Idea
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything else under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Summary: Alicia learns that there are bad ideas, and then there are bad ideas. This was definitely the latter.
Pairing: Alicia/Angelina
Warning: Romance and the fluff isn't that unbearable, I promise :D.
A/N: Femmeslash. Beta-read by the fabulous mini1969 

Title: Unforgivable
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything else under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny, Implied Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny. My one and only somewhat epilogue compliant fic. Forgive me.
Warning: Angst. 

100 Themes Challenge: Fruits

Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter….I cry over it every night before I go to sleep.

She could almost taste it.

A delicate finger peeled off the pale orange skin revealing the bright orange flesh inside, run through with white fibers and filled with sweet juice.

It was a hot summer day—Hermione tilted her head to the side.

She watched a lone drop of moisture curve its way past the flame red strands and down the slender neck.

It stopped in the center of her lower neck, in the delicate depression where her collarbones met.

Her eyes were drawn back to slender hands separating a small section and biting into it, her lips glistened as she licked them to catch an escaping drop.

The simple movement had the lone drop resuming its journey down the redhead’s pale skin. It’s slow and torturous progress seemed to disappear into the shallow valley created by the other girl’s breasts. Like the tease it was, it froze for a long moment not quite delving into the dip, before disappearing down the line.

Hermione sighed and wondered what it would be like to kiss the pale lips glistening with sweet citrus and then lick her way down the sweat salted skin and recover that lone drop.

Another bead of moisture appeared.

 Hermione smiled.

Thank goodness it was a hot day.

100 themes challenge: Questioning, Relaxation

Title: Choices Choices
Summary: Femmelash! HrG. Hermione asks Ginny why she's still single and offers some suggestions.
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

100 themes challenge: Expectations

Title: As First Kisses Go....

Title: JUST LET IT HAPPEN

Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.

A/N— My beta, mini1969 rocks!! Yes, it’s another chapter. This particular plot bunny keeps nibbling at my fingers, and I must oblige it. This is set at The Burrow. Molly & Arthur are having a little get together with their children, to celebrate their anniversary. Everyone came with their significant others, this would be the first time Hermione, Katie, Ginny, and Pansy would have been together all at once.

"Excuse me sweetie, I'm going to get some air for a minute."

Hermione turned to her girlfriend, concern in her eyes. "Are you alright?" She asked, reaching up to feel her forehead as if checking for a fever.

Katie smiled back at her, "Yeah, I'm alright, promise. Just need a fresh breeze; it's been quite an evening."

Hermione gave a small smile in understanding, "I understand," she kissed Katie's cheek, "but take a sweater or a shawl, too much breeze is a bad thing."

This elicited a chuckle from Katie, "Yes, mother!" She rolled her eyes jokingly as she got up and headed to the Weasley's backyard.

xoxoxox

Katie walked as casually as she could, so as not to bring any attention that may be suspicious, or that could divert her from getting outside. She smiled softly to herself as she stepped out and closed the backdoor gently, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

Katie’s smile died as she caught sight of the reason she’d come outside in the first place. She took a deep breath and studied the profile of one Ginny Weasley.

The wind blew into the redhead’s face lifting the stray hairs that had been tickling her nose. Her face shone in the moonlight, her pale skin seeming to glow incandescent with an ethereal radiance. Her hair seemed darker in the moonlight, making her skin stand out even more; like some elven princess listening to the wind.

Katie snapped out of her trance and shook her head slightly at her thoughts. She walked determinedly towards Ginny, trying to think of something to say beyond, ‘Leave my girlfriend alone, you cheating bitch!!’ She didn’t think that would go over too well though, not to mention she’d look incredibly immature. She stopped about a metre from the redhead; Katie was sure Ginny had noticed her, and tried to not be irritated as the other woman refused to acknowledge her presence.

Katie narrowed her eyes momentarily and decided to demand acknowledgement. “Ginny.”

The other girl closed her eyes and breathed slowly as if to calm herself, “Katie,” Ginny answered back in a quiet and controlled voice, still not turning to face Katie.

Katie came to the conclusion that Ginny was not planning on making it easy for her and ploughed right ahead, “You surprised me tonight, you know,” she paused to see if the other woman would answer, she didn’t.

“I expected to see regret in your eyes,” this seemed to at least cause some reaction. Katie resisted a smile as Ginny opened her eyes as slow as she’d closed them.

“Regret, hmmm, so what did you see, Katie?” Ginny asked in a patronising tone.

“Happiness; I saw happiness,” she moved closer. “It infuriated me — that you would think to feel happiness when you’d almost broken Hermione’s spirit. I expected remorse, shame, guilt…something!” Katie shook her head. “Instead I saw happiness, I saw....”

Katie stopped when she noticed Ginny’s shoulder’s shaking slightly, worried that she might have caused the redhead to cry she reached out and placed her left hand on a shaking shoulder; she pulled back when she heard the sounds of what could only be laughter coming from Ginny.

Katie took a step back confused, “This is funny to you.” She stated more than questioned. Either way, Ginny didn’t respond, she just continued to chuckle, almost hysterically.

When she finally got herself under control she turned to Katie, a fierce look in her eyes, “You have no idea, do you?” She turned her body to fully face Katie, “I loved her. Yes, I hurt her, but I still loved her. Why would I regret seeing her happy, even if it wasn’t me who made her smile?”

Katie averted her eyes, “But that’s just it, isn’t it? You still do.”

Ginny looked confused so she explained, “You still make her smile, in a way I never can. Don’t get me wrong, we’re happy, we’re good, but sometimes...sometimes she looks away at nothing and this smile, this perfect smile appears,” she turned back to Ginny. “And I know it’s you she’s thinking of. I just know. It’s this unshakable truth. I don’t ask her about it, never bring the subject up.”

Ginny took a step closer to Katie, “Does it hurt?” she smirked when Katie winced, “Does it hurt to know that she still thinks of me, that you’ll never be able to cause that smile?” Her smirk became more malicious and she moved even closer, “Doesn’t it just grind your gears that there is a place in Hermione Granger’s heart that you’ll never touch - frozen in time -  and only I can melt it?”

Katie refused to back down or move away from Ginny, whose face was now inches from hers. “Yes, it kills me. Are you happy? Is that why you’re happy?” Without waiting for an answer she continued, “but let me warn you, that happiness won’t last. I will live my life for her, I will cause that smile, and it will be because of me. Have no doubts about it.”

Katie struggled to control the urge to push Ginny away from her, preferably into the mud. She was relieved as well as surprised when the other woman moved back and smiled widely.

“There,” Ginny exclaimed, startling Katie out of her indignation, “That’s all I wanted to know.” Ginny’s eyes danced in amusement and she moved back to give Katie some space, “You really do love her don’t you?” Katie just frowned, so Ginny continued. “I know, you’re bonded, of course you love her. I just wanted to know how much. If you’d simply accepted defeat in conquering Hermione's heart completely — claiming some tripe about knowing I was her first love and that you’re content just being with her — then I guarantee that I would have done everything in my power to break you guys up.” She nodded her head once, as if coming to some definite conclusion, “Yes, maybe you are worthy of her.”

Katie turned her eyes heavenward, asking whatever deity was listening to command the ground to swallow her up. She’d just been tricked, played right into the redhead’s hand. She lowered her head slightly and lifted it again, her eyes friendlier, “I’m going to pretend that it does not bother me that you tricked me,” she closed her eyes and counted to five when Ginny chuckled.

“Don’t let it bother you, it wasn’t meant to be a mean trick.” Ginny smiled softly, “Hey,” Ginny touched Katie’s arm prompting her to open her eyes, “I’m not a threat to you. I might always still love and care for Hermione, but I’m in love with Pansy.” Katie nodded in response and made a snap decision of her own, “It might take a while but, oh what the hell.  Friends?” She extended her right arm.

“Friends.” Ginny agreed, taking Katie’s arm.

The two women smiled at each other enjoying the relative peace they’d created.

Their moment was interrupted when they heard the backdoor open and shut behind them. Katie looked over her shoulder and saw Hermione coming towards them her face wary as she noticed them together. Katie turned back to Ginny noting the calm in her eyes as she watched Hermione move towards them.

Even after their truce, Katie couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction as Hermione put an arm around her, “Hey,” she greeted as Hermione placed a light kiss on her lips.

“Hey, back.” She turned to Ginny, “Is everything okay here?” the brunette looked between her two great loves searching for any tension.

It was Ginny who responded, “Yeah, everything’s fine, why wouldn’t it be?” Her eyes carried a mild challenge to the brunette.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at her former lover, “No reason, none at all.” She turned back to Katie, “Well I know you wanted some air, but Molly wants everyone back inside, they’re cutting the cake Fleur baked for her and Arthur’s anniversary, she wants everyone to be there,” she leaned her head on Katie’s shoulder as she turned to Ginny, “I fear a speech.”

Ginny laughed, “You have reason to, Dad’s been looking wistful all night, everyone here with their significant other and all.”

Katie nodded, “Well then I'd better get in there, I think it’s a chocolate cake and I’m going to have to fight the twins for the biggest slice.” She turned toward the entrance to the house, “You coming?” she asked Hermione when she felt a bit of resistance.

Hermione nodded, “Yeah, in a sec.” She kissed Katie’s hand, “I just need to have my own little chat with Ginny.” Katie smiled slightly and with a friendly nod at Ginny went back into the house.

“Alright, the truth. What was that about?” Hermione folded her arms in front of her and glared at Ginny who’d adopted an almost convincing innocent look. “And don’t try that look with me; it doesn’t work anymore.”

Ginny shrugged, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Katie and I were just chatting.” Hermione stopped glaring after a moment of searching Ginny’s face for deception and nodded in affirmation.  Ginny smiled softly, “I like her. She’s completely your type though, predictable as always, m’dear,” she teased.

“My type? What’s that supposed to mean?” Hermione pursed her lips, “and I’m not predictable.” Ginny laughed and Hermione was proud of herself, nothing in her heart jumped pole vaults at the sound anymore.

“You are predictable, at least when it comes to love.” The redhead’s brown eyes teased, matching her smirk, “You like them pretty, feisty, and mildly stubborn.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Mildly stubborn, well I must have missed that prerequisite with you?  Katie may be mildly stubborn, but you get your stubborn streak from your mum; I will say no more on that subject.” She concluded imperially.

Ginny huffed, “Fine, whatever, but I dare you to deny you have a thing for Quidditch players.” Hermione smiled, a blush forming, Ginny continued, “I’m pretty sure if I could see better at night, I’d find a pretty pink blush on your cheeks right now, am I right?”

Hermione raised a hand as if to interject, then sighed, Ginny could always make her blush, and she knew it. “Whatever, let’s get inside, you little brat. Besides, blame it on Harry & Ron, after a while it became natural to have Quidditch around me, though I couldn’t understand their fascination with the blasted game.” She turned, ignoring the light laugh behind her.

“Maybe that’s it,” Ginny responded walking faster to match Hermione's stride.  “You hate not understanding things so you have to keep it around you till you do. Imagine that, Ms. Hermione Granger, braniac of Hogwarts not understanding something, oh the horror!” She laughed as she dodged a swipe at her head from Hermione.

They walked back into the house teasing back and forth, and as she sat by Katie, Hermione felt a peace she’d been searching for ever since she’d lost Ginny to Pansy; no that’s not right, she’d never lost Ginny. Their relationship had just changed, now it was moving toward friendship again. She leaned into Katie as she felt her bonded’s arms embrace her; everything was going to be alright.

She looked around the room at what she felt was her magical family, smiling at Molly and Arthur as they reflected on their years together. Her gaze turned to Ginny and Pansy, who were cuddled together on a loveseat near the fireplace. Hermione smiled; maybe she’d even try and be friends with Pansy.

Then again, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

A/N—More might come, as the plot bunny nibbles. Review and tell me what you thought. I hope none of the characters were too OOC, I tried to avoid that as much as I could. Complete...for now.

Title: JUST LET IT HAPPEN

Rating: PG-13 for shower scenes

Disclaimer: Only plot belongs to me, characters and pretty much everything else is JKR's and her publishers.

A/N— Love and cookies to my awesome beta mini1969 for bearing with me. This came to me, as most of these fics do, randomly.

Ginny walked through the garden finding pleasure in seeing the colourful flowers and inhaling all the beautiful scents. The breathtaking garden was definitely one of the reasons as to why she and Pansy chose this particular estate as their home.

Estate….Sounds so foolish to say, but Pansy insisted on proper pureblood nomenclature which only resulted in Ginny being annoyed and a minor tiff occurring.

‘Hermione would nev-’  She sighed and forcibly pushed the thought out of her head.

Frustrated at her mind’s constant need to connect every flaw in Pansy to Hermione’s better traits she turned and left the garden heading into the mansion she and Pansy shared and onto their bedroom. After a couple of minutes staring at the ceiling, Ginny decided she needed a better way to clear her mind so she jumped in the shower.

As the warm water washed away all guilt and frustration, she felt soft hands intertwine with hers and a soft kiss was placed on her wet neck. She started and looked behind her to find her lover of three years smiling sexily at her.

“Hello love,” Pansy whispered as she kissed her way up the redhead’s neck and finally turned her around to give her a sensual kiss on the lips. Ginny froze for a second then relaxed into the kiss as the shock wore away. Pansy, sensing that something was amiss pulled away and looked at Ginny, a concerned frown on her face.

“What’s wrong, Gin?” Pansy asked.

Ginny shook her head lightly, “Nothing, just gave me a start, is all.” She pulled Pansy closer to her and kissed her lovingly. ‘She’s perfect. So why am I not content, she is what I wanted? What I chose.’ Ginny thought as she pulled away from the kiss hoping that Pansy wouldn’t notice her distraction. The look on Pansy’s face proved otherwise, “Really Pans, nothing’s wrong, I’m just glad you’re with me.” Ginny mollified and caressed Pansy’s face.

Pansy smiled back seemingly convinced for the moment. “Well since I came home early just so we could spend some time together, what say we put that extra time to good use,” she said with a wicked smile on her face. Ginny’s eyes sparkled and mirrored Pansy’s own as she forgot all about her confused thoughts and fell into the passion she and Pansy shared.

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Hermione reclined her head on her hands, the soft grass tickling her skin, Katie's hands trailing the sliver of skin peeking out from her blouse as she lay back with her eyes closed contently. She was brought back to reality when Katie kissed her head softly, "Mhmm..." she hummed softly and opened her eyes.

As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, the outline of the person above her blurred and she thought she saw a flash of red hair. Her vision cleared up and she frowned at her obvious mishap. Who else would be sharing a lazy afternoon with her?

Katie kissed the brunette softly and echoed her contentment. "This is nice. We should skip work more often just to lie around and do nothing."

Hermione smiled, "Don't make me change my mind," she playfully admonished.

Katie chuckled against her lover's neck, "Oops. Who would have thunk it? Hermione Granger, skipping work to have a lovely day at home with the woman she loves, just because ...." She smiled against Hermione's neck, "How scandalous." Hermione just hummed distractedly, her mind unusually empty.

However the emptiness was invaded by memories past…

Hermione giggled, “That tickles!" Ginny smiled wickedly as she trailed her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s side. Hermione shifted, both to avoid the tickling fingers and to face the night sky.

"Beautiful" she breathed.

Ginny, whose chocolate eyes were steadfast on the frizzy haired girl, smiled, "Breathtaking." Hermione glanced at Ginny and rolled her eyes outwardly at thecliché, but was secretly touched by the redhead’s words.

Hermione jerked up on her elbows, perplexed by the seemingly random memory. "You alright?" Katie questioned sitting upright, a hand coming up to Hermione's cheek worriedly.

Hermione shakily smiled, "Yeah," she let out a breath, "Just jerked back into reality." She lay back down.

Katie's frown abated slightly, "Well, let's go back to our lovely little dreamworld, yeah?"  Katie kissed Hermione and settled back into the nook Hermione's shoulder and neck created. "Reality sucks."

Hermione shifted back into a comfortable position, her fingers playing with her those of her lover's idly, "Yeah...." She closed her eyes and willed all memories of the beautiful redhead away and revelled in her bondmate's presence.

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A/N: I just wasn’t satisfied with the ending on the last chapter even though it was my favourite. I’d like to think that even some time later, they still have certain feelings that are unresolved and may never be. On the other hand, they like where they are now and aren’t ready to give it up for a past what if.