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 : Sorry this one is so short, but my life in topsy-turvy right now. I need break from reality! Please bear with me :) and 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 doesn't work anymore. :) Thanks again! --- Ginny

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Seven : We Need To Talk …

I don’t remember how I got to the baths. I don’t remember the stairs or the walk at all. All I know is all at once I was in the baths looking for Hermione. She was there, in her pink bathrobe, with a towel wrapped up on her head craddling her hair. “Ginny!” she fairly shouted as I walked in like a zombie. She rushed over and grabbed a towel, placing it around my nakedness as I just stared at her, my mouth moving, but no words forming. She looked worriedly at me. “I’ve been waiting for you for 20 minutes. Where have you been?” I just looked at her and mouthed silently. She lowered her voice, “Did you get caught? Did someone see you?” Yes, someone had, but I still do not know who it was. I just nodded dumbly. “Damn. Let’s get you bathed and out of here. We need to get out through the common room in the next 10 minutes or so.” She steered me over to a tub, and helped me in. She turned the water on and went to get me some soap. I just sat there.

Within seconds she was back. “Hurry,” she implored, “We need to get moving.” I took the soap and began washing mechanically. She took care of my hair and my back for me, and I completed the rest as quickly as I could. Then I was yanked out and towel dried in a hurry. Hermione lead me out of the baths and back up to my dorm, which was mercifully empty. “Get dressed, Ginny. We need to get out of here and out onto the grounds.” She pressed. I opened my trunk and took out some clean clothes, dressing hurriedly. My voice was still not responding, but my hands seemed to be working fine. I finished dressing as best I could and looked around. Hermione was gone. Presumely to get dressed herself. I left the dorm and went to wait on the stairs.

The seconds ticked by, and she reappeared, fully dressed and ready for our trip down to Hagrid’s. She grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “Let’s go.” She began to lead me down the stairs. I could only follow. She looked at me and her smile faded somewhat. Her voice dropped to a whisper, “Are you alright?” I simply nodded, and motioned for us to keep going with my free hand. She didn’t press the point. We crossed the common room in a fast moving rush, drawing looks from Fred and George, who were talking to Alicia Spinnet. Fred looked like he wanted to say something, but before anyone could say anything to us, we were out through the portrait hole. As the Fat Lady closed behind us, we set off down the stairs toward the entrance hall.

On the fourth floor landing, we ran into Harry and Ron, who were heading up to the Gryffindor common room. I lowered my eyes to the floor. “Hi.” Harry greeted us. I couldn’t look up, wild thoughts were running threw my mind, thoughts of what had happened earlier. I know I was starting to blush. But I couldn’t help but think : Would my baby look like Harry or like Hermione? Or a combination of both? Hermione responded to his greeting, “Hello! We’re off to the Great Hall for a bite. See you both in a little while.” “What’s the rush?” Ron asked. “Why not come up with us to the common room for awhile. I could really use some help with this essay Hermione.” He held up his Astromony book and a pile of parchment, looking lost and furloin. This look might have made Hermione take pity on him at any other time, but right now we needed to get out of the castle. “I can’t right now, Ron. I’m starving! And Ginny is too!” she nudged me with her shoulder. I still couldn’t speak, over even look up. I just nodded. Then we were past them. I could feel Ron’s eyes on us as we kept moving down the stairs, his voice was lowered as he spoke to Harry. The only words I could make out were ‘acting weird’. I looked to Hermione, but she was concentrating on getting us out of the castle.

We arrived in the main hall and Hermione, looking around, turned very pale. She pushed me roughly behind a statue, pressing in close to me and whispering, “Be very quiet.” I tried to look around the statue and she pulled me back. But not before I had seen what was making her so frightened. Hermione was walking down the hall toward us, and she was talking to Professor McGonagall! Oh shit. If they saw us, we would be in SO much trouble. And as our luck had it, they stopped right in from of the statue we were hiding behind to finish talking! I froze completely. I don’t think I was even breathing. Hermione had gone completely white, and her fingernails were digging into her palm, and into my hand that she was still holding. Professor McGonagall and Hermione were discussing today’s Transfiguration lesson. The professor was making it very clear that she was very happy with the progress Hermione was showing in her subject. In my mind’s eye, I could see Hermione glowing with pride. The Hermione beside me relaxed alittle, and seemed to be remembering the conversation. I glanced at her and saw her moving her lips silently, following the coversation word-for-word. I think she has a near-photographic memory, My Hermione. At last! Professor McGonagall departed. But the other Hermione sat down on the plinth of the statue and began to repack her bag. This accomplished, she stood up and began walking toward the stairs. Almost instantly she was joined … by me. I blinked. It’s a very strange sensation to look at yourself, even from a distance. I couldn’t help but notice that my hair wasn’t brushed properly in the back. And that my robes looked tattered at the hem. And that I walk funny. And that I am too short. And that … but Hermione squeezed my hand, and I looked around to her. She kissed me gently. I smiled slightly. The other Ginny and Hermione went up the stairs. We moved out from behind the statue and ran for the entrance hall doors.

Once we had gained the grounds, we were safe. We couldn’t meet ourselves out here. Hermione pulled me toward Hagrid’s, but I dug my heels in and turned her toward the lake. She acquiesced and allowed me to redirect our walk. I didn’t speak until we had arrived at the edge of the lake, where we had plenty of open area around us, so we could see someone coming without difficulty. I found my voice at last.

“We need to talk.” My words were blurted in a rush, but she heard them clearly. Her eyebrows rose in interest. I took a deep breath and continued, bluntly, “You came in me. When you had taken the potion, and became Harry and we were making love. You came in me.” Hermione nodded, “Yes…” she urged me to go on. I took another deep breath. “Icouldbepregnant.” It came out as one long word. I turned to look out over the calm cool lake, trying to focus and reign in my terror. Beside me, I felt Hermione shift her weight from one foot to the other, and the hand gripping mine, held tighter. “Ginny…” she began after a few moments. “I didn’t think of that.” She paused for another instant, then went on. “I don’t really think we have to much to worry about. The potion didn’t work right in the first place. It was too weak to allow a full transformation.” She sounded to me like she was trying to convince herself as well as me. “I only did it once.” she mumbled. “Once is enough, Hermione.” I whispered, trying to keep any accusing tones out of my voice. “I’m scared. What if I am? What then?” I looked at her finally.

Her eyes were rimmed in tears. She was scared too. I leaned in to her, standing on my tip toes, to kiss away the tears as they began to flow. “All we can do right now is wait and see. And hope that your not!” She ran her fingers through my hair, combing it back from my face. She kissed me gently on the lips. Peace began to return to my mind. In her I could find the strength I needed to remain calm. To bring myself back to a normal state of being. She leaned back from the kiss, and placed her forehead to mine. She took my face in her hands and said, as if from the depths of her heart, “I love you. I will always love you. I will always be here at your side no matter what happens. I am your best friend, lover and, if you are willing…” her eyes bored into mine, and I was once again lost in that deep brown sea, “…one day I may be your wife. Anything is possible in the Wizarding World.” Oh yes, anything is possible. Anything. I began to laugh, a laugh of relief. “Are you proposing to me, Hermione?” I asked. “Possibly.” She countered, the mischief in her voice evident. My heart almost burst with joy! I felt like walking on the water of the lake and screaming my happiness to the world! “Ginny Weasley-Granger.” I rolled the name off my tongue. “Nice.” She giggled. I giggled. And we held each other. There was no need for anything else at the moment. We just held each other… There was no need to talk …

TBC