Okay, long time update, I know. But I don't have a lot of time to update much anymore. I'm trying to write this out when I have a chance and some inspiration to. I think you guys are noticing an update every month or so. I mean, it's going to be weeks but life sucks right now. lol. So, thank yous are in order!

Thanks to grangergirl22 (hope this chapter makes up for it), sjrodgers108, dare121 (more werewolves to come soon), Rain Addict CM (lol yeah, that was at least done cannon. I think Hermione was the only one to pass?), PureWiings (lol, I'm sorry for making you wait), lita rocks LbC (I get no cookie. It wasn't that quick), wasu, mamabasto (I'll be hopefully taking it to the right place. I always had a vision for them), samaramorgane, and Warstock-Leonhart (omg, I hate writer's block. It's been happening a lot to me and it's depressing).

Chapter 13 – Everything Is Perfect Now

"Miss Granger," McGonagall called out. Hermione turned her head around and blushed. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Thank you," Hermione said. McGonagall handed her a folder and her wand. "I don't know where my head has been."

"Thinking about the trail, this new mysterious team and most of all, graduation finally," she said. "It's quite alright."

Hermione smiled again. She turned her heel to walk down the hallway but McGonagall called to her again, "Oh! Miss Granger! When you return, may I see you in my office?"

She stopped and gulped. "Nothing bad I hope," she said nervously.

"Not at all," McGonagall assured her. "Just please see me. I have some things to discuss with you."

Hermione nodded her head and walked down the hallway to Hogs Meade.


Number 12 stood quiet under the light sky. Hermione was supposed to meet her new team of lawyers. The ones that were going to try Draco for his part in the war. Slowly, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

A tall thin brunette witch answered the door. Her dark eyes stared down on Hermione and a small smile spread over her face. "You must be Miss Granger," the woman said in a heavy Spanish accented voice. "Please do come in."

Hermione nodded her head and bashfully entered the house. Musty as ever, she made her way to table to see a full team of witches and wizards. Each one looked as different as the other. "Please take a seat," the woman instructed.

"It seems that the Ministry has gathered some of the best from different countries," a Bulgarian man said in flawless English.

"Yes, for once it seems like we are going to give these people what they deserve," a French witch with long blonde hair said.

Hermione uneasily shifted in her chair. She was feeling rather out of her legal league. "Well," the Spanish said. "Introductions are in order for Miss Hermana."

"It's Miss Her-on-ine?" the Bulgarian man said.

"Non," the French woman said. "Herm-oww-nee?"

"Hermione," Hermione said. "Herm-ione"

The foreigners all looked to one another and Hermione giggled. It was Krum and Fleur all over again. "Hermeone?" the Spanish one tried again.

"Close enough," Hermione laughed.

"Right," she said. "My name is Florina De Carlo."

"Desiree Roux," the French witch said.

"Aleksandar Borisov," the Bulgarian said.

"Cristiana Couto," a slender raven haired woman in the back said. Hermione couldn't pick up her accent but her best guess was that she was from Portugal.

Her eyes stayed focused on a piece of paper in front of her. "May I ask why they decided to do this?" Hermione pondered.

"Because it seems that the Malfoy family has the best lawyers available to them so you must have the upper hand. All of us must have it," Florina replied.

"What about all of the lawyers and people in the ministry? The ones I was working with?" Hermione continued to interrogate them.

"Most of them are working with Malfoy," another reply came from the Spanish woman.

"So why I am here?"

"Because you were there and you are under complete internship from now on," Aleksandar said. "From looking at your files and all of these records, I'd say you are going to be very gifted in the law field."

Hermione felt her cheeks flush. "T—Thank you," she stammered. "I really don't think I am but shall we get started?"

"Yes, we have all of the information we need right here," Aleksandar said.

"Draco seems to be under trail for magical misuse," Cristiana said. "I am the representative for Portugal's ministry."

"Naturally, she will be helping with that subject Miss Granger," Aleksandar said.

Hermione prepared herself for most of the details. She remembered most of what happened at the end of sixth year so she was hoping this wasn't going to be too much for her handle.


While Hermione prepared herself, Ginny sat alone in the courtyard with her hand in between her fingers. Her eyes scanned the sunny sky for some sort of answer to her problems. She was still worried about being called in by aurors and worried about what her father would tell her. She was the problem child.

"Ginny?" Ron said with a light tap on her shoulder. Ginny's thought was broken as she turned around to see her brother jamming his hands into his school pants. "Do you have a minute?"

"Are you going to tell me more about what dad told you?" she asked.

Ron gave a sigh and sat down next to her. "Look, I got the letter before you came down. He won't tell mum so I don't know why you are so upset over this. You got rather lucky."

"Mum is going to flip when she does find out," Ginny said. "Why don't we just tell her before it turns into a lie and she's going to be even worse."

"She won't find out Gin," Ron protested. "Listen, we don't need them to know details. Not even dad knows why you and Madge got into a fight so let's just leave it like that. This isn't the first or the last time you fought with someone."

"It's my temper isn't it?"


"Me! I'm a hot headed witch who just causes problems!"

"No you aren't! If it weren't for you helping us, Ginny, I don't even want to think about it!"

Ginny sat quietly next to her brother. Her eyes resumed their scan of the sky. Ron sighed and looked to the sky with her. "You aren't looking for nargals are you?"

"No, they wouldn't be able to answer my questions."


"I'm back," Hermione called out. "Ginny?"

"I'm in the shower," she called back. "Well, about to get in. Hermione, are you dirty?"

"What? Oh!" Hermione felt a blush come over her pale cheeks. "I—I might be. It's been a long day."

"Why don't you come in with me?" Ginny proposed.

"Okay," Hermione smiled. She stepped into the room and Ginny's bare back was turned to her. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around the redhead. "This was a nice surprise Gin."

"Sometimes I can do that for you," she said. She grabbed Hermione's hands and ran them up her body. She forced her hands on her breasts. "Let's get clean together."

"Are you sure this is getting clean?" Hermione said with a laugh. Her slender fingers made lazy circles around her nipples.

"Yes," Ginny said. "I'm very sure. Come on."

Ginny tore away and turned to face Hermione. "Take it off."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Take it off for me."

"You want me to—strip?" Hermione asked again with a blush.

Ginny replied with a slow nod. Hermione looked down to the floor and began to take off her jacket. It fell to the floor almost in slow motion. Eyes were on her the entire time she began to take off her shirt. As it went over her head, Ginny grabbed and threw it with her jacket.

Hermione started to peel off her pants as Ginny started to massage her through her bra. A small moan escaped her lips. Once she was down to her underwear. Ginny unsnapped her bra with one swift motion. In almost the same instance, her lips found Hermione and began to suck her in.

"Gin," Hermione moaned out. Her hands intertwined with her red hair. She twirled a strand in between her long finger. The younger girl's hand slid down into her underwear and landed on her. "Oh—"

"These have to come off," she said. She began to tug on them and finally, they were both standing together. Ginny took Hermione by the hand and led her into the shower. The warm water slashed over their bodies.

Ginny slammed her against the wall and traced her mouth down her body. Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt Ginny's mouth on her. Both of her hands were tangled up in a mass of wet red hair while her tongue made lazy swirls around her.

"Shit," Hermione screamed out. She held Ginny in place with her hands and two fingers found their way in. More screams came from the older girl. She was rocking her body against her warm mouth. "Damn it! Don't stop!"

Hermione started to convulse and tighten around Ginny's fingers. She felt a rush of warm liquid come around her mouth. Hermione screamed into the shower as her orgasm ripped through her like a wave.

Ginny got up to her feet and began to kiss Hermione passionately. "Let's finish up this shower shall we?"

"Ginny, that was, wait what? What about you?"

"I have something I need to give you," she said. "This might not be the most traditional way and I even thought about doing this over dinner but I can't wait."

"What's going on Ginny?"

"Hermione," Ginny got down on one knee and from behind Hermione, she took out her wand. She waved it over her hand and out came a box protected by some sort of magically seal. "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

Ginny opened up the box to reveal a gold Claddagh ring. "With my hands I give you my heart, and crown it with my love."

Hermione starred at the ring with wide eyes. It was rather muggle of Ginny to come up with this ring. A crimson blush came over her cheeks and a tear of joy ran down her face. "Of course I will," she said at last.

Ginny took the ring and placed it on Hermione's left ring finger facing outwards. "This means we are engaged. I have one on my hand too. I love you Hermione."

Hermione burst into tears as she grasped Ginny into a tight hug. "I love you too Ginny." They passionately kissed under the water of the shower in complete harmony. Everything was perfect.