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

Episode Nine is dedicated to Alicia . Thanks for the love and attention, and especially for the nude self pics !!! You are so HOT ! Will you marry me ? LOL ! I hope you like your Episode ;P

Ginny and Hermione – The Time-Turner Chronicles
Episode Nine : Home for the Holidays

“I must be going mad!” Hermione said as she packed her trunk for the trip to the Burrow. I sat on the edge of her bed watching her pack, watching the sway of her hips as she loaded up her things into her trunk. Watching the play of her breasts under her blouse as she turned and began folding under-things for the journey. She stopped moving. My eyes were locked on the small amount of cleavage showing between the top three unbuttoned buttons. “Ginny! Are you even listening to me?” she asked. “No.” I answered, “I’m looking at your …” “I know what your looking at!” she interrupted, dropping the knickers onto the bed and putting her hands on her hips. She fixed me with what I guess was supposed to be a admonitory look, but she was fighting a grin. “Wanna fuck?” I asked playfully, laying back on the bed and holding out my arms. “Yes. But we haven’t the time. We need to get moving or we will miss the train.” She countered. I sighed and sat up. She began her packing again. All I could do was watch, she wouldn’t let me help. Once she was fully ready, she locked the trunk up and pulled it to the center off the room where it would be picked up and put in with the luggage going down to the station. She held out a hand to me and I grasped it. “Let’s go, love.” And we headed out of the dorm and down to the common room. It was still every early. Most of the others weren’t even packed yet, so we were able to get out of the common room without notice.

Skipping breakfast, we heading straight down to the entrance hall and the main doors. Hermione pointed out a small room, possibly a broom cupboard, across the hall. “When we return, I’ll go into that room and use the Time-Turner to come back to…” she glanced at her watch, “7 a.m. It’s 5 minutes till right now. That should give me time to get back upstairs and not be missed.” We began moving toward the stairs leading out of the castle. My eyes wandered back to the door she had pointed at, and I almost tripped over my own feet. Hermione was leaning around the door, watching us walk away! She motioned for me to come back to her then placed her finger to her lips to ask for silence. I turned to the Hermione beside me and said, “I’ll be right back, I need to do something.” She looked at me quizically, and then back to the door. No one was there now. “OK” she said, a bit suspictiously. “Wait for me at the foot of the stairs.” I kissed her hand and let her go. I ran back to the hall, and over to the door. I knocked. The door flew open and Hermione reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in quickly. I almost yelped in surprise. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I returned the embrace whole heartiedly. “Hermione! What are you doing?” I asked after we had parted. She only put her forehead to mine and whispered, “ I love you.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “Mum’s going to kill me isn’t she? I’m dead. That’s why you’re here, to warn me.” I was shaking. “No, oh no. I’m not here to warn you. Everything is going to be fine. I’m only here to kiss you goodbye. I won’t see you again until after you come back from the holidays remember?” I tried to stop shaking. “Uh?” I asked mystified. She just giggled. “Your going to spend loads of time with me at home before you return here, and I’ll be waiting for you when you arrive. But I have to spend a week without you, and I wanted the taste of you on my lips before you left.” She smiled again. I relaxed somewhat. Her hands found my bottom, and she gave me a squeeze. I smiled at her. “Horny?” I asked playfully. “Oh yes. But there is nothing to be done about it. You and I have a train to catch.” But then she kissed me and her tongue darted into my mouth. We stood together for long minutes, locked together in that passionate embrace. She thrust her hips against me and I moaned. I began to unbotton her blouse. She giggled. Then there was a knock on the door, and Hermione’s voice called to me threw the door, “Let’s go Ginny. We need to go and find seats on the train.” “I’ll make it up to you.” I whispered to the Hermione in my arms. “Yes. You will, Ginevra.” Her voice was quieted, but filled with mischief. I growled and giving her breasts a little squeeze, I turned from her. She stepped deeper into the shadows. I opened the door and joined Hermione outside. She did not try to look over my shoulder, she simply took my hand and led me away toward the train station. But she was smiling as we walked along together.

The trip home was too short. We didn’t get any time alone in our compartment thanks to Lucy Pepper, but I won’t begrudge her that. She was lonely too, and I am her friend. We talked and told stories, played Exploding Snap and discussed various Quidditch teams and there chances at getting to the World Cup. Hermione lost herself in a book as usual. I do so love my little bookworm. When we arrived at Platform 9 and ¾ , we said Merry Christmas and goodbye to Lucy, then moved over to stand with my brothers to await our turn to cross into the station, where my parents were waiting. Mum was there to greet us with hugs and kisses, and dad was waiting by the trolley with our trunks. How we all got home was a miracle of modern movement, with muggle taxis, and drivers helping us get all the trunks loaded and unloaded. But when it was all said and done, I was thrilled to be home. Back in the Burrow. Even if I was going to die here…

I knew I needed to tell my parents about my pregnancy. But I kept putting it off and dodging the subject. Hermione knew I was trying to build up my courage, and she gave me my own time to do it in. But on Christmas Eve, something happened that gave me no more time to build. I had no choice but to tell Mum. Hermione and I were sitting on the windowsill of my room, watching the snow fall outside. The house was quiet, all the boys were outsside having a snowball fight. We were loving on each other, kissing and touching in a manner to show our affections more than to excite each other. I had been sitting with my back to her chest, but I turned to face her, slipped my arms around her lovely shoulders and held her close. We kissed deeply. Lovingly. Passionately. We didn’t hear the door open, or hear Mum step into the room, bringing us hot chocolate in mugs on a tray. “I love you.” I purred to Hermione. She ran her fingers through my hair and nuzzled me. “I love you too.” I heard the sincerity in her voice. She placed her hand on my stomach. “Both of you. By the way, have you thought of a name?” She whispered. We jumped as we heard the tray crash to the floor and looked up. My heart pounded with fright as my eyes locked on Mum. She was standing there staring at us, her mouth hanging open in shock. She had heard every word …

Mum’s face was as white as a newly cleaned sheet. “Both? Name?” she spluttered. “Ginny! Hermione! What is going on here?!?” Oops. Hermione had gone silent and was staring at the floor. This was, after all, my chance to make the plunge. I gulped and took a deep breath. The best way to face a dragon is head on. So before mum could build up a head of steam I steeled myself and flew into it. “It’s a long story, but the short of it is that I’m pregnant.” I think mum turned even whiter than before. “And Hermione is the mother.” I concluded quickly. Hermione looked up at me, the fright on her lovely face evident. “Side by side.” I whispered and held her hand tightly. Her face lightened and she returned my squeeze. Together we looked back at mum. She was turning from white to red now. The anger was coming on. I stood my ground. Head her off, I thought. “And there’s no use yelling at us about it now! It’s done and said. I have to live with being a teenage mother and Hermione has promised to stay at my side. So there is no use arguing or yelling about it!” Mum looked shocked at my outburst. “So the best thing you can do is get used to the idea of being a grandmother cause there is no way I’m getting an abortion!” Mum’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “I should say not!” she exclaimed in a near roar. She drew her wand, and I thought I was dead for sure, but she just used it to clean up the mess of broken mugs and hot chocolate on the floor. Then she sat down on my bed, looking at us as if we were apparitions that had suddenly appeared in the room. I took a couple of steps toward her, slowly and carefully. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I didn’t want to scare you.” She shook her head as if to clear it. “But how? How is this possible?” she was getting over the shock quickly it seemed, “I mean, Hermione’s a girl!” I giggled, “Well spotted mum.”The look in her eyes told me that she didn’t think it was funny. I sighed. “It’s a good thing your sitting down. We have a very very unusual love story to tell you …”

By the time we had finished telling mum the whole story, she had her face in her hands and was shaking her head in astonishment. “Ginny …”she moaned. “I’m surprised that you two haven’t been caught and expelled!” She sighed and forced herself back under control. She looked up at us, sweeping her eyes over me to rest on Hermione. “So what do you plan to do now?” I turned to look at Hermione too. Hermione spook calmly. “We,” she stressed the word, “haven’t fully decided yet. The main priority was to let you and Mr Weasley know that Ginny is pregnant.” Mum shook her head again, and mumbled “Arthur is going to have a heart attack!” , but Hermione plowed on, “But I have an idea that can solve everything. I hope.” She looked sheepish, as if she didn’t really want to tell us.

“We have to inform Dumbledore.” Dad stated as calmy as he could, with his hands still shaking, the hot chocolate in the mug he was holding sloshed about. “He can help us decide what to do next.” My mouth dropped open. “NO!” I shouted. “It’s bad enough as it is. I don’t want anyone else to know!” Dad was shaking his head. “Ginny, we need all the help we can get at this point.” He had sat at the kitchen table and calmly listened as we retold our story. Never interrupting, but hardly looking up from his mug as we spoke. “No.” I stated firmly. “No one else needs to tell Dumbledore when they are going to have a baby, why should I? We can do this without help.” I squeezed Hermione’s hand, which I had not let go of all afternoon. She smiled back at me. “I believe my plan will work.” Hermione stated to dad. “All we need is your silence and your help. And your Blessing.” She added. Her eyes gleamed. “Hermione,” dad began, “you can be expelled from school, or worse for what you have in mind!” Hermione shook her head in protest. “No one need ever know as long as we do it properly. Ginny and I can return to school at the end of the Holidays, just like normal, with no one the wiser. All we have to do is use the Time-Turner to return to this time after the baby is born. We can stay upstairs, locked away for the next few months, never going outside and having no contact with anyone except you and Mrs Weasley. I tell you it will work!” she sounded so sure of herself. Dad was shaking his head again. “But that would add at least 6 months to your ages! Not to mention the number of Wizarding Laws it breaks!” he expounded. I ground my teeth. Hermione shook her head. “It’s either that, or Ginny has to drop out of school until the baby is born! It will work!” Hermione concluded. Dad stared into his mug. “But if we talk to Dumbledore …” “No.” I stated again. “We got into this and we can get out of it.” Dad wasn’t convinced. “But this plan of yours is insane!”, he pounded a fist on the table. Hermione began shaking her head, and was prepared to battle on, but … “I think,” came a voice from the kitchen doorway, and we all jumped, “that there is very little else that these two young ladies can do.” I nearly fainted, Hermione turned beet red. Professor Dumbledore stood in the doorway, looking slightly amused.

“I am terribly sorry that you do not wish me to know, Ginny.” He said as he slowly stepped into the room. “Professor, I…” but he waved off my words. “There is no need to discuss it. I am here to help you, regardless of invitation. I have been keeping an eye on Ms Granger’s use of the Time-Turner.” He lifted a bushy eyebrow and looked at Hermione, who blushed deeper scarlet. “Did you not suspect that someone would be monitoring you, my dear?” He asked. Hermione shook her head in the negative, and stared at the floor. Shit. He knew everything. I’m expelled. Hermione’s expelled. We’re going to Azkaban. We might as well give up now. But he turned to me and smiled, and gestured to a chair. “May I?” he asked, and I nodded. He sat down across from me. His eyes twinkled and I found myself daring to relax, hoping that he could help us after all. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and began. “Since the events of the last few months are precisely that, in the past, we have to move forward and look to the future. Hermione and Ginny have done what they have done out of love for one another. And a deeper love I have rarely seen. Mistakes have been made, of course. But no one is perfect. Love is not perfect. After careful thought and consideration, I see only 2 possibilities. One is that they can go through with there plan of staying here at the Burrow until there daughter is born, and then returning to this Time to go back to Hogwarts to finish the school year. Or. Hermione can return to Hogwarts now, and leave Ginny to face the coming future alone. I do not see that happening here.” He smiled at me. Daughter? He said I was going to have a daughter! I looked at Hermione and she at me. “I will stay with Ginny.” Her voice was firm. Professor Dumbledore looked to mum and dad. “We can make all the necessary arrangements tonight.” Mum and dad nodded, the presence, and constent, of the headmaster seemed to have changed there minds about Hermione’s plan. We all began to talk then, ironing out the strategies of the plan.

Before he left us, Professor Dumbledore took me and Hermione aside. “I know that Hermione used Harry Potter’s hair in the Polyjuice Potion. I know, and so do you, that the baby you carry is part Harry’s.” I nodded, blushing like a small sun. Hermione scuffed her feet on the floor, looking down at her toes. He continued, “All I ask of you is this : You must tell Harry. But not now.” I swallowed hard, and nodded. “He must know, but only after he is ready to hear it. Please allow me to be the one to let you know when that time is right. It may seem harsh, but it is for the best. For him.” “Yes sir.” I nodded. Hermione nodded too. Then he turned to look squarely into Hermione’s eyes. “And from now on Ms Granger, when someone tells you to keep something secret, you should do so.” His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of knowledge and wisdom. Hermione blushed, “Yes sir.” She acquiesed. Professor Dumbledore nodded, then smiled at us both. “Merry Christmas!” and he turned away to leave. But he stopped suddenly. “Have you thought of a name?” he inquired over his shoulder. Hermione looked at me curiously as I nodded. “Lily.” I said clearly. His eyes twinkling, he left threw the back door, heading back to Hogwarts. Hermione smiled at me.
“I think that’s a perfect name.” she agreed.