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 ;) But Lucy Pepper is MINE all MINE !
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

Episode Eight is dedicated to Elle . Thanks for the attention and the reviews , you are so sweet ! Love You ! I hope you like your little Episode ;)

Please welcome to the Fic, my own Original Character : Lucy Pepper !


Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Eight : A Wonderful Life

In the weeks that followed our ‘talk’, Hermione and I found very little time to spend together, even though she was using the Time-Turner liberally. She was dedicating herself to her studies more and more. I know they are very important to her. I know that I am very important to her. But I can’t help it, I was jealous of her books. Go figure. I was also finding it very hard to slip past Fred and George, who seem to think I was up to something and needed to be followed. George got a little to close one afternoon, just as I was heading for a snogging session with Hermione, so I let him have it with a Bat-Bogey Hex. Didn’t see him or Fred again for 3 days…

After Halloween, when Sirius Black had gotten into the castle, security was tightened and we found almost no time to ourselves. Hermione and I had to settle into a sort of schedule, working our meetings into little ‘detention games’ when we could. Ok, I admit it. I’m beginning to like being spanked. There. I said it. Now fuck off. Everyone was in an uproar over Black’s breaking and entering. But for some reason, I didn’t worry as much. Not much bothers me anymore. Not after Tom.

We moved through November slowly, stealing moments when it was safe to do so. When no one was looking. Or at least that’s what I thought…

I was sitting in the library, trying to do my History of Magic homework (but without any luck) when Lucy Pepper plopped down in the seat next to me. Lucy is Gryffindor like me, and in my year. She’s my next closest friend besides Hermione. Lucy is taller than me by a hand. She’s very pretty. Her long sleek black hair and dusky skin make her look like a mocha doll, but her voice could make a Knarl curl into a ball, its so shrill. “Hi Ginny!” She sounded so perky. “Where’s your sweetie?” I looked at her quickly. “Who?” I asked. She rolled her eyes at me. “Hermione Granger. Who else!” she lowered her voice to a conspiritorial whisper. “So, how long have you two been snogging? I’ve been watching you two go at it for weeks now!” She giggled. Shit. Someone knew. But, Thank Circe, it was Lucy, and NOT Fred or George. Lucy could keep a secret. “Listen Lu,” I whispered, “We need to keep this between us. OK?” She nodded in agreement, and motioned eagerly for me to go on. “Ok. Ok.” I conceded. “Its been going on since the first day of Term. We kinda got together on the train coming to Hogwarts.” She giggled again, and so did I. It’s nice to have a secret. But nicer to share it with a friend. Although I wasn’t sure how Hermione would feel about it. I looked up across the room, and saw her staring at me over the wall of books she had around her on her favorite table. She was looking inquiringly at us. I just smiled, nodded to Lucy and made an OK sign with my hand. Hermione’s eyebrows raised slightly, but then she smiled back at me. Then returned to her own homework. I turned back to Lu. “So was she the reason you were naked and on the floor in the dorm a few weeks ago?” she asked in a small whisper. “Uh…” I began. Not that secret, not yet. “Yes. But don’t ask what happened.” She almost laughed out loud, but caught herself. Returning to a whisper she said, “I don’t think I need to ask! You were naked. And sweaty. And your bed had wet spots.” I turned red, I know it. “But I was worried.” Her voice changed from kidding to concerned. “You looked so pale and frightened. What happened?” “I can’t say Lucy. Not without Hermione’s say so.” I returned as quietly as I could. But she went on, “I can’t help it Ginny. I worry about you, cause you’re my only real friend. Everyone else can’t stand to be around me for some reason…” her voice trailed off. “Listen Lu, I’ll always be your friend…” but she was going on again, “…and I know that your being sick early in the mornings sometimes now. I see you when you get up and run off to the toilets.” Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “What’s wrong with you?”

What’s wrong indeed ?

“I don’t know if I should say congratulations or say I’m sorry.” Madame Pomfrey looked down at me as I sat on the bed in the hospital wing, waiting for my results. I looked up, to frightened to speak. “Your pregnant.” She stated slowly, her voice catching slightly. “Ms Weasley…Ginny…You know that there are Potions which could have prevented this from happening?” I was in shock. “No.” I mumbled. “I didn’t even think about it until afterwards.” Oh.My.God. I’m PREGNANT. I’m 12 years old and I’m fucking pregnant! I was beginning to turn red in embarassment and white with fear at the same time. What would Hermione say? What would Mum say?!? I’m dead. No doubt. Madame Pomfrey seemed ready to tell me off for my lack of responsibility, but she caught the look on my face. A look of concern came over her own face. “I will not chastise you, Ginny. You have enough to worry about now. But I’m sorry. I have to inform your parents.” She didn’t seem to want to say that. “NO” I shouted. She rasied her eyebrows at me. I tried to calm myself quickly. “Whatever happened to Healer-Patient confidentiality?” She was beginning to look stern now. “But they must be told, Ms Weasley.” Oops, we’re back to Ms Weasley are we? But I knew where this was going. I knew they would need to be told, and I knew by who it must be. I sighed. “It’s almost time for the Christmas holidays. When we go home, I will tell them myself.” I felt so defeated. Madame Pomfrey looked at me sternly, but with care in her eyes. “I promise.” I swore to her, and I meant it. She nodded. “Then, Good Luck Ginny.” And she turned away and walked off. Leaving me to sit there and ponder my life.

Hermione’s moan was long and deep. She wiggled under my fingers as I probed deeper into her vagina, her fingers running through my hair. “Ginny…” she purred, “Oh… that feels so nice…” I kissed her neck, nuzzling in to lick gently at her ear lobe. She took my hair into her hand and pulled me gently upwards to kiss me. Her lips tasted like honey to me, they always do. I gave a little thrust with the 2 fingers I had inside her, and she squeeled in realese as her orgasm shook her, wetting my hand throughly, as well as the sheets on which we lay. We had found a little time to ourselves finally. So we returned to our unused classroom and we decided to spend that time in the most profitable way possible. Making love. Only 3 days had passed since Madame Pomfrey had lowered the boom on me. I hadn’t had the time, or the heart, to tell Hermione yet. Now I knew I needed to. She had to know before I went home for Christmas tomorrow. “Hermione,” I began, but she draped her leg over my naked body, hooking her leg and holding me firmly, and kissed me again. I ran my free hand up that silky smooth leg, teasing the flesh of her thigh. She drew back from the kiss and smiled at me. I slowly removed my fingers from inside her, and on sudden impluse, slipped one of them into her mouth. She licked it, and began to suck gently, apparently relishing the taste. Oh my. She likes the taste of herself. I nearly orgasmed thinking about it. She ran her tongue along my finger, then shifted my hand away. “Your turn.” She promised. “Yes…” I sighed, forgetting what I was about to tell her for a moment. I rolled myself onto my back. Hermione was on me in an instant! Her face dissappeared into my crotch, and her tongue set fire to my vagina! I threw back my head and squeeled to the ceiling. I love this! Oh my God! I LOVE this! I thrust my fingers into her hair, pulled her deeper into the embrace and gave myelf over to the passion she conjures in me. Her tongue was hot and fast, roving along the folds of my wetness, and it was slow and loving, going deep inside me. I began to purr. A finger joined her tongue and I bucked in surprise. She was fingering me slowly, in rythym with her tongue, slowly driving me to that point of release, that point that I hoped would never come and that I hoped would come again and again. But when it came, I was driven deep into the passion we share, and I found her there, waiting for me. My orgasm rocked me to my soul, and wet her face entirely. She continued to lick and suck gently, until I relaxed and my breathing returned to normal, then she came to me and held me in her arms. And I didn’t have the heart to break the moment. I would tell her later. I promised myself I would.

“Come home with me.” I asked her. “Oh, Ginny, I can’t. I need to stay here and study. We’ve already been through this twice.” She said, again. We were sitting alone in the common room in front of the fire, the last ones awake. Crookshanks was almost asleep in her lap, and she was stroking him slowly. But now, I had thought of a way around her protests. “You can use the Time-Turner and go back to to the beginning of vacation when we get back! Noone else has to know! We can slip you onboard the train and you can come home with me for Christmas. Then when we get back to Hogwarts, you can Turn Time back, and still have spent the week here!” Then I thought to myself, ‘Did that make sense?’, but she seemed to have grasped on to it. “Ginny, it’s not that simple. I have to be very careful when I use it. It’s not a game.” I was getting angry. “I know its not a game!” I almost shouted. Then I caught myself, and felt sorry for the look that I had made cross her face. She looked at me as if I had slapped her. I ran head long into it, “I NEED you there Hermione. I need your support.” Her look turned to concern. “Why? Why do you need my support?” But I could tell she was still angry with me somewhat. “I need you there when I tell Mum.” I whispered, abashed. Her eyebrows rose. “Tell your mother what?” she asked.

“Tell her that ...”, I paused to swallow, “I’m pregnant.”

Hermione fainted dead away.

Crookshanks looked up at me with his wide yellow eyes.
And I swear he smiled.

TBC