Epilogue
Hermione was asleep, or she thought she was as she lay on her back in bed with nothing but a sheet over herself. What made her realise she wasn’t asleep was the fact she could feel both of her own hands, one resting on her stomach and the other tucked under her own pillow behind her head and a third cupping her left breast, nimble fingers toying with her nipple. What gave it away that she was not asleep was the way her back arched and a low moan escaped her barely parted lips.
“Do you know, I love you more today than I did yesterday?” Was whispered in her ear as the hand moved from her breast and slid slowly down her abdomen.
“But it’s barely today.” Hermione reminded breathless as her legs parted willingly to allow the hand access.
“Then that just means I’ll no doubt love you even more by the end of it.” Ginny purred in her ear as two fingers slid inside her.
Hermione arched and moaned once again this time her hips rolled slowly and her hands moved reaching for her partner and pulling her into a needy kiss. Ginny was more than happy to kiss Hermione back tasting her mouth as she had done so often since they had finally gotten together over a year ago. Never once had she regretted being with Hermione.
Much as Minerva had suggested Ginny did love every intimacy she shared with Hermione, eager to perform what ever made Hermione feel the best and Hermione gave just as good as she got. Harry had moved on as well, not in a relationship with Cho Chang of all people. They’d both matured and gotten over their needless jealousy’s. Harry still refused to acknowledge Hermione though which meant a lot of tension at Family gatherings at the Burrow. Harry had attempted to hex Hermione once the first time she had attended a family gathering and Bill, Fleur and George had put him in his place. He’d not raised his wand at her since.
“Ginny god if you don’t make me cum, I’ll do it myself.” Hermione whined and it was only then Ginny realised her hand had stilled.
“You know I love watching you almost as much as I love being the one making you feel good. It’s not much of a threat, my love.” Ginny smirked and Hermione flushed but even still Ginny felt fingers slide under her palm and begin to rub slow and tight circles.
“Circe, if we had the time I’d happily lay here and watch you all morning.” Ginny leaned back as she began to stroke Hermione's inner wall even as the other witch worked those tight circles around and over her clit.
“Unfortunately my best friend has demanded I be her best man…” Hermione gasped out looking at Ginny.
“Best man… I do like it when you wear the strap. You should wear it under your suit and fuck me after the ceremony.” Ginny purrs the suggestion.
“Whatever you want, baby, just please won’t you make me cum?” Hermione whined her plea and Ginny smiled before shifting, she moved down between deliciously parted thighs and when Hermione eagerly moved her hand away Ginny replaced the witches fingers with her mouth.
There was no more talking then as Ginny suckled and teased at Hermiones clit while fingers curled and stroked that sweet spot that never failed to push Hermione ever closer to that edge. Ginny loved the reaction she got from Hermione, loved how the older witch usually soaked the sheets and more often than not, her face and hand. Ginny loved, maybe a little more than fucking Hermione, the moments afterwards where Hermione would cuddle her close and promise every day for the rest of their lives like this. Only ever amending that maybe they’d be to old and frail for love making but promising that she’d always love Ginny.
“Oh!” Hermione's lips formed that perfect ‘o’ as she came hard around those questing fingers and against that delicious tongue. Ginny brought her partner down slowly and managed the keep any disappointment off her face as she had to move away when Hermione was at risk of becoming over sensitive.
“Now we should get washed up and ready.” Hermione purred contentedly as she snuggled into Ginny with no real desire to get out of bed.
“What about me?” Ginny asked with a light pout. Hermione glanced over at the clock.
“We really don’t have time. Pansy will murder me if I’m late to her wedding. But… I’ll wear the strap.” Hermione offered with a cheeky little grin and Ginny’s eyes lit up.
“Well I won’t be wearing panties.” Ginny said after a moment.
“What why?” Hermione laughed as she finally pulled herself out of bed.
“Thinking of you wearing that strap for the next few hours, I’m not ruining my knickers and it will make it easier later.” Ginny watched as Hermione gathered some underwear of her own, moving around completely comfortable in their room naked.
“I do like the way your brain works.” Hermione grinned over her shoulder before moving into their bathroom. Ginny waited just a moment before following after her.
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It had been not quiet two years since the end of their final year. In the months leading up to that, after Harry had found out and Ginny had officially broken it off with him the girls had become close again. Settling for a slightly more intimate friendship that still didn’t cross any lines while they worked on their NEWTS and finishing out the year. Luna had been overjoyed that her two best friends were getting along again finally and when it was all said and done Daphne and Ginny got along extremely well. While Ginny loved everything Quidditch, playing and learning, Daphne simply loved the spectators side of it.
Daphne had become Ginny’s number one fan when the redhead had been signed with the Holyhead Harpies shortly after the end of their school year, much to Pansy’s disgust. Yet Pansy also go along well with Ginny when the drama of Hermione and Ginny’s relationship was done. Draco and Narcissa often times would have dinner with the couple too. Sometimes bringing Astoria, which happened more often after Draco had proposed to her. Narcissa and Hermione had completed their book and it was published, it was dark and brooding but they’d added just enough of the light hearted events to be able to have it selling extremely well. They were successful authors at any rate.
Rosmerta had eventually given into the charms of one Narcissa Black who had issued a plea for annulment to the Minister of Magic, Kingsley had been more than happy to agree to that. Narcissa had then pursued Ros rather relentlessly until the innkeeper gave in. Narcissa had moved to Hogsmead not long after and the pair were extremely happy together. As for Hermione, she had started working for the Ministry of Magic and loved it quite a bit working with research which was definitely her forte. Yet as much as she loved going to work, she loved going home to her girlfriend even more.
Ginny had stayed with her parents for all of a month after school had given out for the last time, she got her place on the Harpies and had taken Hermione on two wonderful dates before the bookworm had asked her, or tried to, to move into her flat with her. Ginny had been so happy that they were on track and the time they’d spent healing from the hurt they’d caused each other only made it that much more wonderful when they finally did become the couple they’d wanted to be for months.
The Weasleys, even though Harry was still very much a part of that family as well and always would be, we’re very happy for the girls as well. Glad that they were on track and more than a little excited at the thought of that future wedding not that Ginny or Hermione had really even talked about it. It wasn’t something they needed right then and were happy to celebrate their friends first and foremost. Ron even still owled Hermione from time to time to see how she was though not terribly often. She didn’t really mind and while it did bother her that Harry seemed to hate her so much she didn’t let it affect her life. It was his choice.
The choices that really mattered to Hermione were her own and Ginny’s and she couldn’t hate Harry for Ginny’s choices. After all when Ginny was choosing him over her Hermione had accepted it, she hadn’t want to come between them even though she ended up doing just that. Now however, Harry’s poor reaction to it all only made Hermione all the more happy to have been Ginny’s final choice. Ginny chose her every day since and Hermione knew she’d never stop choosing Ginny.