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The First Times (Hermione/Ginny)
Title: The First Times
Characters/Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Word Count: 396
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Challenge: Day 4
Author's Notes: For accioslash and her prompt: Firsts. This one took me a bit but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless, hun. Not Beta-ed.


Despite being Ron's little sister, Ginny had been Hermione's first real, wizarding female friend. They had shared everything, including but not limited to, the same first crush on Harry Potter.

It was strange to realize that she'd grown out of the crush for Harry only to transfer it to Ginny's brother. At first, they'd giggled over it, Ginny making faces while Hermione tried to extol Ron's good points as a male. They'd both ended up in the floor, rolling with laughter after that statement.

One of the first things they'd spoken about after the war, though, was love and virtues, and the same giggling comfort from Ginny was offered, even if it was tinged with sadness for the first death in their family.

Ginny was the first to know and stood for her when Ron had finally asked for her hand, and she returned the favour when Harry proposed.

The first night neither man came home on time from a mission, Hermione and Ginny waited together. The first hour was spent laughing and talking, hoping to dispel the fear. The next was tense, both of them snapping at one another until she slapped Ginny.

It was the first silence they'd ever shared that was uncomfortable in a long, long time.

Ginny had hit her back and both of them had stood there, palm prints bright on their cheeks, breaths heaving until Hermione broke.

"I'm so sorry," Hermione breathed and Ginny shook her head. "No, it's my fault. I'm sorry."

With a cry, they moved and wrapped each other up, arms holding and offering comfort and a safe haven from fear. Soft reassurances bled through the tears, and Ginny held her hand tightly as they sat on the sofa together, waiting and holding on until Ron contacted them.

Hermione tucked Ginny against her side and pressed a kiss to her hair as she Apparated them to London that first time, knowing the next time it could very well be Ginny holding her together.

It was the first time they would spend the night in St. Mungo's waiting for good news. She had never been so relieved it wasn't her man that was injured and for the first time, she wished Harry was anyone else but Ginny's husband.