My first mulit-chaptered slash fic. The chapters are a bit short, mainly due to my OCD that thinks longer chapters are a no go. I'm quite excited about this one, so please enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings are heavy sexual content and language, and of course slash.

Planning a wedding was, Ginny decided, cruel and unusual punishment.

"This one, darling, what do you think?" Molly Weasley held up a rose-patterned china plate. "We've got to have the best now! Or would you prefer something a bit plainer?" They were in Diagon Alley, picking out china for the dinner banquet that would follow Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter's wedding ceremony.

Ginny took a deep breath and checked her watch. "Mum, just get whatever one you like best. I've got a fitting with Hermione in ten minutes." And she turned away from her mother and left the shop, breathing slightly easier as she descended the brick steps. She sighed as she wrapped her cloak tighter around her body, snow beginning to fall around her. She remembered a day when being engaged to Harry Potter would have made her the happiest woman in the world, would've seemed like all of her dreams had come true. But that was just it...her dreams really had come true. The one thing that Ginny had hoped for since she was a small child was that she would, one day, find the love of her life, her true love. It had been rather unexpected, though, that this had come in the form of a bushy-haired, somewhat annoying know-it-all.

The fact that she was gay was something Ginny had always suspected. The way she dressed, talked, enjoyed sports and being one of the guys, they were all stereotypical signs of being a lesbian, though Ginny did prefer to keep her hair long and read muggle fashion magazines. Sexuality was something that went undicussed in the Weasley household. Everything Ginny found out about sex and even relationships was gleaned from her schoolmates when she started at Hogwarts. Teenagers really were rather unbiased when it came to experimentation, and by her seventh year, Ginny had made love to an assortment of both boys and girls. On the whole, she really preferred women, though Harry Potter had left her with an infatuation she'd never felt towards anyone.

So after the final battle at Hogwarts, after Fred's and Lupin and Tonk's funerals, she had said yes when Harry proposed. That was now two years ago...he'd told her that there was much to do, rebuilding the Ministry, electing a new Prime Minister, reorganizing the Auror department...he'd do it all while she was completing her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and then they'd be married the winter after graduation. It was in that final year, however, that she had fallen in love with Hermione Granger. Hermione had come back to Hogwarts to teach Transfiguration for a year, a special favor to McGonagall, who had her hands quite full with being the new Headmistress. Ginny was one of the few students to make into Professor Granger's NEWT Transfiguration class, and the only one from Gryffindor to boot. Their relationship, if one could call it that, began in rather an awkward fashion, as neither girl was sure what the other felt.

Hermione, too, was engaged, had actually accepted Ron's proposal the day before Ginny accepted Harry's. It was a fairytale, both of them marrying the only man either had really loved, but that fairytale soon turned into a nightmare as Ginny and Hermione realized their feelings for each other. Their first night of lovemaking had been nearly magical, the kind of wonder and awe you only read about in tawdry romance novels. From there, their love deepened, and they spent every available moment together. Then Ginny had graduated, and Harry had begged her to come live with him. He'd hired crews to finish cleaning out Grimmauld Place, designers to spruce it up, and now it was a lovely house, somewhere Ginny really was happy to call home.

But in her heart, home was wherever Hermione was. She'd convinced Harry to let Ron and Hermione move in with them as well, as she was usually left alone at night when Harry was off heading the Auror department. As Ron was now working with Harry, this often left the two girls alone, to do as they pleased.

"Gin, there you are, I was starting to get worried." Hermione was leaning up against the glass window of the dress shop, wearing muggle jeans and a burgundy sweater, her cloak draped over her shoulders.

"Mum's trying to pick out china..." Ginny said, aching to reach out and hold Hermione.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, she's been trying to get me to pick out flowers and napkins...Ronald and I aren't even getting married for another six months."

Ginny nodded, and she and Hermione exchanged their fake smiles, the smiles of women who were supposedly happy to be engaged to the men they were, the smiles that, to the public at large, bore a happy bride-to-be. But underneath the falseness, there was a sweet secret. Bittersweet, now that Ginny thought about it.

"Ah, Miss Weasley, this way please." The shop owner, a squat witch with sleek hair pinned at the nape of her neck, appeared at the door.

Ginny nodded, and she and Hermione followed the woman inside. The shop was nice, rather upscale, but the dresses were beautiful and though she dreaded the day she would have to don her wedding dress, she still had enjoyed picking it out.

"Now, Miss Granger, your bride's maid dress has arrived, so if you'd please try that on I can fit you both."

Hermione nodded and took the vinyl bag that the older witch handed her, disappearing into the dressing rooms. Ginny watched her go, the aching inside of her intensifying.

"And you're dress, Miss Weasley, is already hanging in room two."

"Thanks." Ginny said, hurrying into her dressing room. She heard the sound of the owner disappearing through the back door. "Hermione, quickly!"

Hermione grabbed her dress and squeezed into Ginny's stall. "Oh, Gin..." She murmured, as she fell into Ginny's open arms. "I've missed you..." She hungrily pressed her lips to Ginny's. Their familiar taste, slightly salty but with a hint of honey, was something Hermione couldn't get enough of. They hadn't been able to hold or kiss each other for days now; Ron and Harry had both been on leave from work, and were always in the house, severely limiting the girls' time together. Of course they had time to sneak in quick snog over the tea kettle, or when the boys were both in a different room, but it wasn't the same as truly being able to be together.

Ginny began to throb. Hermione's curvaceous body pressed against hers, her deep kisses and roaming hands, always seemed to ignite within her an animalistic need. "Please, 'Mione..." She whispered, pushing Hermione's hand down to her hips.

"I thought you'd never ask." Hermione said, and hastily unbuttoned Ginny's Levis. In one swift motion she'd pulled jeans and knickers to the floor, her hand lingering for half a second on the soft, ruby curls of Ginny's wet pussy. Hermione always had to wonder if their affairs were wrong, but the scent of Ginny's arousal and the sight of her creamy white thigh dispelled her worries, as it had done uncountable times in the past.

Hermione inserted her right middle finger into Ginny, thrusting her hand hard upward, catching the redhead's engorged clit with the palm of her hand with each movement. Hermione caught Ginny's lips again, and Ginny began undoing her own bra, so that her tight tee shirt revealed her unrestrained breasts, her hardened nipples.

Their tongues were waging an endless, exhausting battle with each other, swirling together and soon falling into a rhythm with Hermione's movements. A second finger was added, and Ginny sighed in ecstasy, her orgasm close. She'd pushed her palms up Hermione's bunched sweater, kneading through Hermione's bra, revelling in the shape and curvature of the most beautiful breasts she'd ever seen or touched. With a quick and final thrust, Ginny came, hips bucking, lips swollen from the ferocious kissing that had taken place.

Hermione withdrew her hand, lifting her fingers to her nose, inhaling the wondrous scent that was so uniquely Ginny. She inserted her middle finger into her mouth, tasting her love, her soul mate. "God, you're delicious." Hermione whispered.

Ginny grinned, planted a quick kiss on Hermione's forehead, then began to undressing. Hermione made sure the coast was clear then snuck back into her own stall. Always sneaking, she thought, shrugging off her sweater. She wondered if there was ever going to be a time when she and Ginny were allowed to love the way she was allowed to with Ron, the way Ginny was allowed to with Harry

"Come now girls, let's move quickly! You should be excited! Weddings are magical things." The witch had reappeared, and rapped on both their dressing room doors.