Hello again to all of my Hermione/Ginny fans! I am so sorry that I've neglected all of you for quite some time now, I really am. First school was kicking my ass and then, as you may have noticed, I got on one hell of a Glee kick. Faberry & Brittana have taken over my life. However! I present to you an apology in the form of a medium length multi-chapter fic!

The perspective is one I've only done once before, it's a journal-esque type of thing. It switches from Ginny to Hermione's points of view but I clearly tell you which one is talking so there is no confusion. It is set post-Deathly Hallows but disregarding the epilogue.

This is kind of angsty at the beginning but the overall feel is humor/romance, I think. That's what I was going for, anyways. I hope you enjoy it!

~*Ginny*~

You would think that after a year I'd be used to living in the Muggle world. How hard can it be, really? Harder than you think since I didn't really have a choice in the matter. Well, I suppose I did…but this was the best way.

It all started after the war. Hermione…She was…distraught, to say the least. After she found her parents and restored their memories they were killed in a car accident only a month later. She came to live at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer and of course through the holidays while we finished up at Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron were working at the Ministry. They were learning the craft of legally capturing dark wizards. Surprisingly enough it was harder than either of them thought since they couldn't break any rules. Ron was an excellent boyfriend to Hermione at the time, he really was. He always offered her a shoulder to cry on and always had reassuring words for her.

Throughout that summer and the following school year Hermione and I grew close. As close as two people could get in a friendship. Close enough that I never slept in my dorm and instead was in her Head Girl room. The bed was big enough for both of us to sleep comfortably. I didn't think a thing of it, really. I hated sleeping in the dorms with my irritating roommates and sharing a bathroom with them. Hermione and I had shared a room all summer and it was great having a bathroom to ourselves. Occasionally we would wake up in what others would describe as a "more-than friendly position" but again, I didn't think a thing of it. She said she was in love with Ron and I was sure I was in love with Harry. But since Ron couldn't be there when she would wake in the middle of the night crying the job to console her was left up to me and I happily accepted the position.

When the time came for us to leave school and start our careers, mine with the Holyhead Harpies in Wales and her at the Ministry working for house elf rights, we still remained close. We wrote letters back and forth constantly and she and Ron would come to all of my matches they could get to. She'd even come by herself if Ron couldn't be there. She still lived at the Burrow so we always saw each other on my days off. The summer after my first season we found each other again. Harry and Ron were…well they hadn't changed. At all. We both thought that maybe them having responsibilities at the Ministry would help them grow up a little. It didn't. They both still wanted to break the rules and act like little boys.

I know, I sound rather hypocritical since I had been playing Quidditch but after one season it was rather old. I didn't like it as much as I had in Hogwarts. I quit and started working for The Daily Prophet. Back to the point though, Ron and Harry just weren't what Hermione and I were looking for anymore. They took the break-ups quite well. To make things less awkward Hermione moved out of the Burrow and into her own flat in London. She invited me to move in with her about two months after she got settled. I agreed. The building looked dilapidated from the outside but as with all Wizarding buildings, looks were deceiving. Her flat was comfortable. There were two separate bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and sitting room. Several of our former classmates were also residents in the building. Every Friday night we would have big dinners in the building basement.

Our relationship took a turn…the turn…about four months after we moved in together. February twenty-first. The best day of my life. There was a horrible storm blowing through London. It was then I found out that Hermione was afraid of storms ever since her parents' car accident. It explained why we always found ourselves tangled in bed together during our last year only when it was storming or why she always looked tired the night after storms. She came into my room around two in the morning and shook me awake. I lit my lantern and she sat on my bed, holding tight to her chest an old teddy bear.

"This…it's kind of embarrassing, Ginny," she told me. "I…I'm afraid of storms. I never told anyone…"

She cried into my shoulder and told me it was because of the night her parents died. I wiped away her tears and held her head in my hands and told her to never be embarrassed and that I completely understood. I ran my fingers through her soft chestnut hair and kissed her forehead.

"My bed is your bed, 'Mione," I told her. She cried harder. I told her how much I cared about her and that all she needed was a good nights rest and she'd be safe in my arms, I promised. She held onto her bear and lay down, I pushed myself up against her back and after turning out the light I held onto her. Every time there was lightning or thunder she would jump and I would soothe her and hold on tighter. One of her arms found its way over mine and she tangled her fingers with mine. At one point after a particularly loud crack of thunder and I calmed her down she pulled my hand up and gently kissed each of my fingers. I…I loved it. Harry never did anything gentle like that. I knew this was a beyond friendship measure. All I could do was nuzzle into the back of her neck.

"Thank you, Ginny," she whispered.

"Anything for you, baby," I said, not really thinking. There was a silence and she held her breath. "Try to sleep, okay? I promise I'm not going to leave you."

She pulled me in tighter and held on with our hands against her chest. Her heart was racing and mine matched it.

The next morning I found myself on my back with her halfway on top of me. It wouldn't have been out of the ordinary except she was awake…and her hand was under my shirt tracing my stomach with her fingertips. I didn't freak out…It felt…it felt right. It felt like her hand should be there and my arm should be around her and her leg should be between mine.

I turned my head to look at her and she didn't stop moving her fingers. She simply bit her lower lip and looked up into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat. She looked so adorable when she did that. I moved my arm that wasn't holding her and ran it through her hair. It came to rest on her neck and lightly ran my fingers over her soft skin.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked me softly.

"Anything, 'Mione. You know that."

"I-I love you, Ginny. I…I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you…I don't know how it happened, I really don't. I've…I've been feeling it for a really, really long time and I just can't keep lying to myself anymore. I can't keep lying to you…"

It wasn't until she said it that I realized for sure that I had been feeling it. For years, really. I had loved her as a friend and ever since we started sharing her bed at Hogwarts…it had evolved. I then realized that I had no intention of moving out of her flat or leaving her side, ever. I loved her. I loved her with my whole heart.

Her chocolate brown eyes searched for a response as I briefly lost myself in my own thoughts. She started to pull her hand out of my shirt and roll away. I caught her wrist and pulled her back.

"I'm sorry Ginny…" she murmured. "I just thought…after last night…" She wouldn't look at me.

"I love you too, Hermione."

She looked up at me and I nodded.

"You…you mean it? I mean, you're not just saying…"

"I mean it, 'Mione. I love you."

She stretched her head up and touched her lips to mine. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was soft and warm and inviting. I completely lost myself in this kiss. She parted her lips and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She massaged my tongue with her own then pushed it into my mouth. When we parted she had tears in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. I did too but didn't know it until she kissed them away.

She didn't sleep in her room anymore after that. Sorry to disappoint you but we didn't have sex that morning or any morning soon after. We waited. We thought we'd get married at the Burrow and then we would have our first time on our wedding night even though neither of us were virgins. Still. We wanted to wait.

We thought a lot of things then. What we didn't think was that we'd find out that everything and everyone was against us. Who would think that centuries old laws would put us where we are now? Living in a tiny Muggle flat in the States. I'm working two jobs, one for a Muggle newspaper writing those stupid little columns that no one reads and waitressing in a café. Hermione works in a library and takes classes at a local community college. We make ends meet. Right now the primary concern is her education. It took some confunding charms to get us jobs and her enrolled but we do what we have to.

Why not just move to another Wizarding community, you ask? Surely Salem is still hopping with wizards and witches seeing as how they have a school there? Well, the magical laws are universal. We'll get to the details in a little bit.