Do you wanna run away too?
She shifts between her feet as she stands on the doorstep. It’s late and she’s certainly not supposed to be here, but Hermione knows that couldn’t be anywhere else if she tried. So, against her better judgement, she curls her hand into a fist and bangs on the door.
It’s only moments before the door is swinging open and a certain red headed witch is staring back at her. “Hermione,” Ginny says her name looking startled. Hermione reckons she would be too if the roles were reversed. “What… what are you doing here?”
“Don’t do it,” Hermione can’t stop herself from blurting it out even if she had spent a great deal of time rehearsing a speech. “Don’t marry Harry.”
Ginny’s expression appears startled before quickly hardening. “You can’t expect me to-“
“I’m in love with you,” Hermione cuts her off, boldly taking a step towards her. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I can’t keep it to myself any longer.”
Ginny blinks several times, clearly looking for the words to say. “But seventh year when we…” she cuts herself off with a shake of her head. “You said it didn’t mean anything.”
“I lied,” Hermione answers feeling her throat seize. “I was stupid and I lied because we had just fought in a war and I didn’t know what the hell tomorrow would look like let alone the rest of my life.”
Ginny turns her head, looking inside of the house for a moment before stepping outside and closing the door behind her. When she turns back her face is perfectly concealed, Hermione couldn’t tell what the witch was thinking if she tried. “So you came here, in the middle of the night mind you, to… to profess your love to me and what? Ask me to call off my engagement and run away with you?”
Hermione falters. “Well when you put it like that…” she lets the words trail off before digging into her beaded bag and pulling something out of her hands. When she pulls her hand out and opens her fist, Ginny gasps. Her brown eyes dart to the ring and ministry appointed port-key in her palm before lifting her gaze to Ginny’s. “I guess what I really came here to do is to call of your engagement with Harry so you can run away and marry me instead.”
Ginny gasps, looking nothing short of stunned. Mustering up every ounce of courage that she has, Hermione steps forward and takes Ginny’s hand. “So, what do you say?”