After Hogwarts: The Life of Ginny Weasley

PART TWO

The dark stormy night. Thunder raging overhead, lightning flashing just outside. Luna's lips locked to mine, tounges intertwining, tasting each other. Hands caressing and exploring, the smell of her in my nostrils. I want to pull her into of me, why can't two humans come any closer together? I feel the heat of her on my thigh, warm and wet, pushing against me, her breasts pressing into mine. My hands caressing her back as we lay together, she pulls back a little, letting the cool air flow between our sweaty bodies, I can feel her flesh peeling away from mine, and as erotic as that sensation is to me, I hate it, I want her against me, as close to me as we can physically manage. I feel her hands moving over my breasts, I reciprocate, rubbing my thumbs gently over her nipples. My hands move downward, feeling for that mound of fuzzy hair. She pushes against my hand, and I feel her hand moving down me. A sharp surprised moan escapes me. Luna's lips curl in an erotic smile. I live for this feeling, now. I don't think I love her, but I love these moments.

Afterward, she drifts off to sleep as I lie awake and think. I think to the past, to the things I have done. To the weeks after Harry died.

The Wizarding world was in a mess, Voldemort was dead, but so were Harry and hundreds of others. Nowhere was safe, not even home. Mum was already dead, six months before, killed by Wormtail. She was avenged, it was horrible though, Remus Lupin came upon him late one night just outside of London. Lupins' rage and horror at all that had occured poured out of him. Revenge for James and Lily, the loss of Sirius, and then, the murder of Molly Weasley. Dad had come home, to see the Dark Mark hovering over his house. Peter Pettigrew was moving out through the back door accompanied by three other Death Eaters, Dad had just enough time to see who it was before they disapparated. I never thought Dad would make it. If it hadn't been for us, he would have laid down and died right there with her. The only thing that keeps him going anymore is Fiona and Polonius, his first grandchildren.

After that, Dad didn't want any of us in the Burrow until after the war was over, it wasn't safe. He wanted the rest of us to be safe, he had already lost his wife. Fred and George already had a place in London, near Diagon Alley, Bill also had a flat in London, Ron was to be sent to live with Bill, I was to go home with Hermione, to live as a muggle.

Harry was to go to Grimmauld Place... No, can't think about Harry, Luna will wake and want to comfort me, she needs the sleep.

Then the attacks came, Ron, Hermione, and I were moved into 12 Grimmauld Place, under the care of Lupin and occasionally Tonks. Lupin was by then in hiding, not from the Ministry, but from Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Lupin killed Wormtail, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Gregory Goyle's father. Lupin wasn't to leave Grimmauld Place for any reason. Voldemort still could not get to us there.

I remember those first days, living with Hermione and her muggle family. It was odd at first. Dad would have gone crazy with delight at all of the electrical thingys. A lot of the machines wouldn't work when I was there. The muggle wireless didn't play, but the Video Recorder worked. Hermione introduced me to movies. I had never seen one before, but I had heard the muggle-borns talk about them. Hermione laughed when I asked why the people in the box didn't seem to know we were watching. She didn't laugh much during those dark days, neither did I. We had an unspoken agreement to try to make each other laugh as much as possible.

Late one evening, we had both been having one of the bad days, crying a lot, me more so than Hermione, I was very emotional, being pregnant and all. We tried making jokes, but it wasn't working. I tried to read a magazine, Hermione snatched it away from me and tried to keep it away from me, soon we were laughing and wrestling for the magazine. Then the tickling started, laughing and carrying on are bodies interwining, I felt myself getting turned on. I had always been aware of how pretty Hermione was, but at that moment, it was unbearable. I wanted, more than anything else, to kiss those beautiful lips. So, I went with my impulse, I kissed her. Surprisingly, she kissed me back.

"Have you ever done that before?" she asked me when we broke apart.

"Yes," I said. "Just once."

"With who?" Hermione wanted to know.

"Do we really need to talk about that?" I wanted to kiss again, not talk about Luna. "I'd rather talk about how great of a kisser you are."

"You're pretty nice yourself," she smiled.

"You want to do it again?" I smiled. "I get even better once I'm warmed up."

"I really do, but what about Ron?" Hermione asked. "I don't think I should be kissing my boyfriend's little sister."

I leaned close to her, lips nearly brushing hers, I could see her fighting the urge to kiss me. "Ron never has to know. We can seek solace in each other. I know we both need the comfort."

She looked into my eyes, I knew what she wanted, and I wanted to make her feel that way. Our lips locked together again. I felt her tounge parting my lips and pushing into my mouth, she tasted wonderful. The kisses got deeper and deeper, I felt myself removing her t-shirt. I slid my hands down her throat and onto her perfect breasts, stroking them. I began to kiss her throat and slid further down, to those incredible breasts, so beautiful, so soft.

"Oh, Ginny," she moaned. "Let's move to the bed."

I stood up and helped her up, in one swift move she had seized me by the waist and pulled me to her so that she could take off my jeans and shirt. I took advantage of the moment to get her out of her jeans and panties, little black lacy panties to match her bra which was already residing on the floor.

"You don't wear undergarments?" she asked impressed when she got my jeans and t-shirt off and discovered that was all there was. "It doesn't really feel like I'm unwrapping a present if there isn't any underwear to take off of you."

"I could put yours on and let you take them off of me," I suggested.

Hermione picked up her discarded panties from the floor, she opened them up for me to step into, I did and she pulled them up. I felt incredibly aroused standing there in Hermione's panties, apparently it turned her on, too, she grabbed me and threw me on the bed without taking the panties back off of me.

"I have to tell you something," Hermione said, climbing onto me.

"What's that?"

"I always thought, if I was ever going to be with a woman, I wanted it to be you."

That was a lot of information, I didn't really know what to say. I had always thought she was sexy, but I always thought I had no shot. A small voice in the back of my head told me to say that to her, so I did. She kissed me greedily.

Our hands began to roam over each other, before long we were greedily exploring on another, all tounges and hands. We kissed for a few minutes, tasting each other on our lips. I felt her breasts as she stroked mine, then I moved my free hand to her nether-regions. I watched the look on her face as she cried out in pleasure. "Shhh," I whispered, "we don't want to wake your parents."

Her hand moved gracefully and repeated my manuever. I loved it, such a beautiful shock to the body.

Bodies finally exhausted we lay drowsily in each others arms. "Ginny," she whispered.

"Hermione," I replied.

"I'm glad we did this, it's the best I've ever had. I just wanted you to know that. And I love you, Gin. I always will, but you know I'm going to marry your brother."

"I'd be very upset if you didn't. You're made for each other. But just because you're going to marry my brother, don't get the idea that you can shag me whenever you like. I'm not that easy."

She laughed, "I'll only ask for it on really special occasions."

"I love you, too, Hermione, I always will."

The next day, the Granger house was attacked by dementors led by Lucius Malfoy, himself. Hermione's father was almost killed, he spent six months in St. Mungo's recovering. The Grangers weren't the only ones attacked that week. Luna father was murdered in his office, an entire muggle family was killed by a group of angry Death Eaters. And Colin Creevey, will spend the rest of his life in St. Mungo's, unaware of anything around him, no one knows what happened, only that Colin was found in the middle of muggle London, face down in the street.

We were immediatly moved to Grimmauld Place. The first night there it was just Hermione and I on the third floor alone, Lupin spent the evening standing guard on the front door. Hermione and I spent one more night in each others arms. Ron arrived the next afternoon. I didn't mind giving her up to him, but I will admit to being a little jealous that Ron was getting to have her. As I lay here in this bed tonight, next to Luna, I think about Hermione, wishing I could for her touch.

This can't be healthy, wanting to seduce your brother's wife while lying in bed with another woman.

PART THREE

Morning dawns, Fiona wakes me wanting breakfast. She looks so much like Harry with red hair. She has his green eyes, somtimes I want to cry when I see her. I spend my days caring for my daughter and working in a joke shop, and my nights in carnal decadance.

Breakfast is over, I head for the joke shop with Fiona in tow. Fred and George are both in for once. The three of us sit down and work on ideas for new items. All the while I think of Hermione. It's been too long since my last fix, I want to touch her.

Fiona putters around the store, playing with fake wands, she is safe here, nothing that could hurt her is out on the sales floor. The day passed away as we worked on new products. After a while, a thought occured to me, "Hey, Fred," I said.

"Hey, Ginny," he waved jovially, teasing me.

"What are the chances that you and George will baby-sit tonight, so I can have a quiet evening with a woman?"

"Aw," George teased. "Does little Ginny want to do nasty things to Loony Luna?"

"Don't call her that," I said. "Just for that, now you have to baby-sit."

"I have a date!" Fred yelped. "You're on your own, George."

"I'll baby-sit, Gin," George grinned. "Have fun."

I had no intention of going to the Quibbler to see Luna. I wanted to see Hermione. I apparated to Ron and Hermiones house. No one was home. I borrowed some floo powder and before sticking my head in the fire I said, "Hermione's office."

She was alone there, working on some paperwork. "Hi," I smiled. "Busy?"

"Not as such, no," she replied smiling back. "What's up?"

"Why don't you come home, and we'll talk."

Hermione smiled, she knew. "Get your head out of my fire, I'll be there in five seconds."

I pulled my head out of the fire and backed up a little. Seconds later she shot out of the fire into my waiting arms. "I've been missing you," I told her softly.

"Aren't you living with Luna now?" she asked, but still flirting with me.

"I am," I kissed her throat. "But that doesn't change the fact that sometimes, I need an outlet for my most sacred and buried feelings."

She moaned gently, "I've been missing you, too. How long has it been now, a year since the last time we were together."

"Eleven months, thirteen days, two hours, forty seven minutes," I mumbled between kisses. "But who's counting."

"Stop nibbling my throat and kiss me then." I did so obligingly. The taste of her lips as sweet as ever, like fresh honeysuckle in June.

"How long do we have until Ron gets home?"

"Three hours." She fondled my breast. "Just long enough."

Hermione grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. She began to strip off her close as I began to strip off mine. We kissed as we climbed into the bed she and Ron shared. The moment was electric, our bodies coming together for the first time in a year. She rolled on top of me and kissed my throat and chest before moving to my breasts. "So beautiful, so perfect," she muttered before taking one into her mouth and suckling it. I moaned with pleasure, my love for her was only eclipsed by my passion for her. I shuddered with pleasure as her hands began to explore my body, finding old places long left dormant and caressing them, like the soft, tender flesh just under my breasts that only Hermione touched. She kissed her way down my torso and abdomen, stopping long enough to tounge my belly button for a moment, before reaching her destination. She licked and kissed the inside of my thighs, first one leg, then the other, she was teasing me, breathing hot air over me. Her hands were placed carefully, one on my stomach the other on my hip. I wanted to grab her hair and direct her where to go, but I didn't, I liked the tease, it always made it better. "Oh, Hermione" I moaned.

"Ginny," she whispered. "You look so tasty right now," she said throatily.

Throughout those moments together pure carnal pleasure shot through every nerve in my body. "Oh, merlin's beard, how I love you Hermione."

"I know you do, Ginny. I love you, too."

I heard myself shouting her name, crying out for her to continue forever, my body began to feel weak from the effort but we both pushed on, reaching for something just out of reach that most lovers never come to, pushing for that moment of death when the body cries out from the exhaustion and the heart stops from the pleasure. And then, my body stopped, I felt my heart stop, in that moment I was no longer there in the bed with her, I was gasping at the wonder of the universe, feeling her coursing through my veins, breathing her into my lungs, all was mist, even me. We were one for that one moment, and then I was back, lying on the bed under her with no feeling in any of my limbs, just the gentle pressure that was her lying atop me, kissing my throat. She raised up and kissed my lips tenderly. I tried to kiss her more greedily, but I could barely move, not even enough to control my tounge or speak. She kissed me tenderly again and smiled. The smile was so incredibly sexy, the one she always wore after taking me to that place, full of pride and joy and conquest. Slowly she began to lick her way around my body, waiting for me to feel again while she played. I finally gained control of an arm and reached for her as she licked my stomach, I tugged at her with as much power as I could, which was really next to none, she moved up me until we were face to face. I wrapped my tounge around the words just barely long enough to say them, "Kiss me like you love me." She did, Hermione always did. When she kissed me like that I always felt that she was in love with me and only me in the world. There was no Ron and no responsibilties and the world was just us making love into eternity.

I move the arm I have a little feeling in, reaching for her stomach, I can't reach her, I cannot yet roll over. Trying to, painfully, roll over I exhast myself again. I can smell her, hot, wet, and salty sweet. I try again to roll over, this time managing to get to my side, close enough now that I can reach.

I am starting to feel the rest of my limbs now, I roll closer and begin to kiss her soft, full lips, I can still taste myself on them. We kiss with passion and greed, wanting to swallow each other. I slide my hand down. Our tounges lap at each other, lips crashing together almost violently.

I readjusted myself and rolled her on her side, facing me. I kissed her again, this time softly licking her lips between kisses. I felt her hands on me, rubbing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I did the same to her, then slowly, I ran my right hand down her stomach and over her, I cup her first, putting pressure and rubbing, feeling her wetness coat my fingers. She moaned that wonderful moan of pleasure. As we push into one another.

I felt her other hand working under me and around my back so she could hold me close. I did the same to her as we started to grind against each other. Kissing deeply, breathing one another in, in this deeply personal way, loving each other in perfect rhythm.

Feeling it build between us we sped up, pushing harder, going as deeply as we could in our position, holding each other close and kissing, hearing each others moans of pleasure, and through it, we pushed through, trying to go together to the place she had taken me before. We had tried other times to get there together without sucess, when you body is tiring it is too hard to continue.

"Come on, Gin, I know it's hard, but keep going," she pleaded, between moans of ecstasy.

"I love you, Hermione," I cried . "I love you."

"I love you, Ginny," she cried in return. I looked and saw tears streaming from her eyes. She opened them long enough to see me looking.

The rhythm was impossible to hold we did it by the sheer force of will. And then we were there, together, my body was gone again, and this time we were together completely like mist swirling into one another, I saw her, as no one has ever seen her, down into her soul, I saw her love for me, packed tightly away in her heart, yearning for me, I felt her rolling through me, we were one unit then, all one mist rolling into each other, seeing hearts, minds, and souls. I knew her now, and she knew me, we hung there in that misty white silence, loving each other as we truly are inside. The mist began to fade and we lay holding each other on the bed, staring into each others eyes. I began to kiss away her tears as best I could being virtually unable to feel or move. There were no words to be said to each other then, and there are no words to describe that moment as we lay there holding each other.

I don't know why I do this. Why do I seek these times with Hermione? Why do I choose to be with Luna, even though I know I don't love her? Am I no longer capable of falling in love? Did Harry take all of me when he died? Am I in love with Hermione?

I look deeply into her eyes, and I seek the feelings inside of me. Yes, and no, my heart says. What kind of answer is that? How can I be both? This isn't possible, I know she can't be mine, and I am happy that she loves Ron and is married to him. I love knowing that she makes my brother happy, he deserves to be happy after all he has been through. But, yes, in my heart, I love her, because she is the only one who can console me, I've lost myself, and she is the only one who makes me feel alive.

I kiss her gently, "I should go." I climb out of the bed and find my clothes. I fumble as I dress, wanting to be safe in her arms again.

"Gin," she whispered. She can see it in my eyes, I know she can. "I don't know what to say."

I smile, "That's a first." I bend and kiss her forehead. "I'll be fine."

"I know you will."

I apparate into my own bedroom, Luna isn't home yet, she won't be in until late, tonight is deadline night. I wander aimlessly toward the bathroom. Before I know it, I'm having a shower, coming to my senses as hot water washes Hermione's scent off of me. I realize that I am mourning the loss of her scent and I begin to cry. This isn't what my life was supposed to be. Mum is dead, Harry is dead, Sirius is dead, Voldemort is dead, Peter Pettigrew is dead, I have a child I can barely look at, I never took my N.E.W.T.s, and I'm in love with my brother's wife.