Well, shipping Hermione and Ginny always felt less about rewriting canon and more about seeing what was already there. They’re both brilliant witches with a fierce, competitive fire—Ginny’s quidditch drive, Hermione’s academic obsession. That shared intensity is a foundation. The fanfics that work best for me dig into the quiet moments after the war, the trauma they’d both carry. Hermione losing her parents’ memories, Ginny dealing with the Chamber all over again. Who else would understand that specific blend of horror and survivor’s guilt? Their love, in those stories, grows from that mutual understanding, from shared tea in the Gryffindor common room long after everyone else has gone to bed, conversations shifting from logistical plans to something softer.
It’s a slow, almost inevitable burn. They already trust each other implicitly. The shift isn’t a bolt of lightning; it’s realizing the person who knows your worst nightmares is also the one whose laugh makes your chest feel warm. I’ve read a few where it starts with Ginny teaching Hermione to fly properly—that physical trust, Hermione letting go of control, Ginny being the steady anchor. It feels earned.