Ginny and Hermione - The Time-Turner Chronicles

Title: Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Author: GinnyImmortal
Summary: Ginny and Hermione begin to discover the fun involed with a Time Turner
Rating: NC-17 (PWP , Fluff , Romance ) SMUT
Pairings: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger
Feedback: Yes , Please !
Characters: Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron and a few other guest appearances.
Author Notes: Written cause I love Time-Turner fics. Hope you enjoy.
Warning : Contains naughty words and sex between minors. So there …
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling , and I make no money off writing this smut, I mean stuff ;)
Author’s Other Note : THANKS for all the reviews :) I love you all! If you want to be notified when I update, please send me an email at : ginnyimmortal@hotmail.com and I'll hook you up. My old email at Yahoo doesn't work anymore. :) Thanks again! --XOXOXO—Ginny

I hope no one is going top hate me for this , but here it is , The End of the Time-Turner Chronicles. No sex , no fluff. Just a conclusion to my baby. I hope everyone has enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Its short and to the point. I had to end it like this. I couldn't go on anymore. You see, like Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger, I too, have to move on with my life. And the life of my children …

Peace be on all of you , I love you all


Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Ten : Back to the Future

So it was that the next few months went by in a blur for me. I know it was hell on everyone else though. Especially Mum. She never stopped fretting over me, “Have you had enough to eat? Do you feel well? You look pale, maybe you should lie down a bit.” I’m not the easiest child to live with under optimal conditions, and a pregnancy can make you even harder to live with. But Mum pulled through, amd so did My Hermione.

Of course, Hermione and I had to hide from everyone up in my room for the duration. Which was and adventure in itself! I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that goes, If you want to know someone well, live with them for a few weeks. Well, we certainly came to know one another! And even more than we had during our sexcapades at Hogwarts! My being pregnant in no way detoured Hermione from exploring all the routes open to us now that we were alone almost everynight. And pent up. And horny. All the time … It felt odd, having sex while I was so … round … but I got over the weird feelings at once. Having Hermione can do that to a girl …

The end of my self inflicted prison term finally came on a hot, balmy night. Lily decided that it was time, and we didn’t even have time to make for St. Mungo’s. I gave birth right there, in my own bed, with Mum as my midwife and My Hermione holding my hand and crying with me and encouraging me along. I won’t tell you the hell I suffered. Or about the mess. All I will say is 11 hours later, I held the most beautiful little girl in the world in my arms, and I cried my joyful tears as I watched her breath and cry on her own. Hermione, for the first time in months, was speechless. She seemed only able to stare at us, and pet my hair with delight. It’s a time when you don’t really need words.

The next four weeks passed slowly, without much sleep on my part. Lily was a demanding daughter. But I never complained. Never spoke my discomfort. I was too happy. But we had already decided that after four full weeks had passed, that Hermione and I would be returning to Christmas, and then back to Hogwarts. Lily would be in mum’s care until I returned from school, which would only be 2 days, and then I could take over care again. I didn’t want to part from her at all! But I knew there was no way that I could refrain from our original plan. Too much had happened already to upset the balance. Hermione was going spare to get back to learning! She’s a fireball when she’s denied something she loves. So the night before I return, I slept badly, again. But I awoke from a light doze to see that our bedroom door was open, and that someone was stading over Lily’s cradle. I leaped up at once! This wasn’t Mum! She was too thin, and hardly taller than me. I reached for my wand on the bedside table, when she spoke.

“Don’t be a fool, Ginny.” And her voice cut threw me like a knife. Slightly gravelly, and in a whisper, but it was MY own voice that came from this woman. I froze. Slowly she turned from the cradle, Lily in her amrs, and in the moonlighthe window, I saw the glittering of a Time-Turner around her neck, and I saw the face that I would wear in times to come. Her (My?) hair was long and vividly red still, but bound now in two braids that ran down the sides of her face, and the rest in a long ponytail in the back. A young face still, perhaps 19 or 20. But my eyes fell on her eyes, and I saw that she (I?) now had only one. The left eye was covered with an eye patch, like pirates wear in Muggle fantasies. I couldn’t speak or move. I stared in horror at the injury that I knew that I must suffer sometime in the future. She cradled Lily close to her and my little one cooed her affections. “I’ve come to take her to a place where she will be safe and cared for, without your having to miss school.” She began. “There is no need to worry. No need to fear.” And I knew that I wouldn’t, but Ithat I would miss her terribly.
I wanted to wake Hermione, who was sleeping inches away. But I couldn’t. I moved forward, toward myself and my child, my daughter. I kissed her gently on the forehead, and looked into her little green eyes, and she giggled at me. I smiled at her and looked up at my future self. Her eye bored into mine. “Hermione says I am not to interfere any more than taking Lily will already do. I say, bullshit. In 2 years time, you will find yourself in the Ministry and with access to Time-Turners. Nick one. Tell no one. Never use it. When you turn 19, then you will have a way to return to tonight and carry Lily home.” She backed away from me slowly and turned to go out the door, carrying Lily with her. “I also wish you would learn to duck faster! It cost me an eye.” She looked back over her shoulder as she slid threw the doorway, “And you better get used to being called Ginevra.” She nodded to the sleeping Hermione, “She loves the name more and more with each passing year we spend together.” “Ginevra!” I heard another voice from the hall in a sharp whisper snap at her. I rushed forward to see Hermione as she would be in the future. But when I arrived at the door, they were all gone. All three of them. I stood stock still for a very moments and then it hit me. They were gone. Back to the Future … and I screamed my frustations to the world. And dove into insanity.

It took another three days after that before I calmed enough to return to school and even a close resemblance to the sanity I had before that night. Hermione was my anchor. My Hermione. My Hermione. We returned to Hogwarts, and under Professor Dumbledore’s watchful eyes, I grew more like myself and things gradually returned to normal. Mine and Hermione’s love affair stayed hidden, due to the extra care we placed on secrecy and silence. And so here it ends, at least the Time-Turner Chronicles do, but like our love, other stories will endure.

EPILOGUE

Ginerva Weasley-Granger closed the book that she had been writing in, so carefully these last few hours, and looked up at he woman sitting in the high backed chair before the fire. Hermione was still so very beautiful. So very very beautiful. Had they really been married for over a decade now? “Well it’s done.” She stated. Hermione looked up and smiled. “About bloodly time.” came another voice from Ginevra’s left. Ginevra turned her one good eye on her daughter, Lily. Lily sat at her own desk, writing in a journal of her own, her bright green eyes alight with mischief and her vivid read hair tousled from running her fingers threw it every few minutes in frustation. “Can I read it now?”, she held out her hand eagerly. “No.” Ginevra and Hermione said at the same moment. “Not till your 17.” Hermione added, as Ginevra laughed. Lily threw her arms up in the air in mock outrage, “5 more years! No fair!” “Deal with it.” Ginevra returned, getting up and throwing the book into her chair. She crossed the room and leaned over Her Hermione, kissing her gently, but oh so passionately. Lily groaned in the way that only children can when there parents act like adolecents. “Get a room!” she squeeled. Both the woman burst into laughter. Ginvera heald out her hand for her wife, “Join me upstairs?” she asked in a coy voice. “With pleasure.” Hermione purred in return. She took the hand offered her and together they headed up the stairs to there bedroom.

Neither one saw Lily grin. Then get up, cross the room, and pick up the book that her mother had thrown into her chair and settle down for a nice long read .....