"It doesn't matter how tough things are... If you never give up, all your wishes will come true." Naruto Uzumaki

Ginny was so confused lately. About everything. Especially, Hermione. She couldn't stop thinking about her. She couldn't take her eyes off her. Everything was Hermione.

She dreamnt of her. Of her curly brown locks..., her wonderfully soft skin, her warm eyes...

"Bugger," she muttered, she had accidentally started to write 'Hermione' on her charms essay.

"Problem Ginny?" Harry asked, looking up from his potions book.

"No," she grumbled, crumpling yet another piece of parchment and starting anew again.
At this rate, she was never going to finish her essay.

"Would you like some help?" the most heavenly voice ever asked her from the giant chair by the fireplace.

Ginny flushed a bright red and hid behind her book, writing furiously and stammering out an answer, "N... No thanks Hermione. I've got it."


For a time, the only sounds were that of the fireplace and the quills scratching parchment as the Gryffindors' did their homework assignments.
Hours later, books were closed, and the students slowly began to stand and stretch before heading to their beds.
Ginny scurried up the stairs before Hermione and was in bed before the older girl even got up the stairs.

"Oh Hermione," Ginny moaned softly, her back arching into the touch of Hermione's skilled fingers as they cupped her own milky pale breasts.

"Please Hermione," Ginny begged as Hermione trailed her hands down the younger girl's body, down her chest, then her stomach.

"Please what?" Hermione whispered huskily, her warm breath on Ginny's neck.

Just as she opened her mouth to reply, Ginny was woken up by Hermione, who looked worried, which probably wasn't a good thing.

"Uh, Mione?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"You were moaning in your sleep, are you all right?" Hermione asked, concern in her brown eyes.

"I... I'm fine Mione," Ginny replied, a blush heating her cheeks, she was quite thankful it was dark.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go on back to sleep Mione," Ginny reassured her.

Hermione left after a few more moments of looking at her friend and Ginny collapsed back into her pillows.
It was just getting worse. She wanted her so badly... Hermione...
Ginny drifted back to sleep then.

The next morning Ginny was quiet at breakfast, she'd had more dreams about Hermione, these were just of the two of them laying together peacefully. Hermione was her best friend, but..., the feelings she was having weren't of friendship, they were of much more than that.

She had no idea if her friend felt the same way. She gave no sign if she did, Hermione was all about books and school, and the proper way to do things. There was no way she returned the feelings. Then again, despite all of her rule abidingness, she was friends with Harry and Ron, and they always got into loads of trouble.

Maybe... Maybe? Ginny thought, hope beginning to blossom.

She and Luna had charms together and they both turned in their essays before they were set to practice the newest charm.
As always, they talked in between castings.

"You seem distracted," Luna commented.

"I... I'm not at all really," Ginny responded after a moment's hesitation.

Luna attempted the charm before speaking to Ginny again. "Is it Hermione?"

Ginny froze, at a complete loss, shock, utter bloody shock was all she felt.

"Ah, young love," Luna smiled dreamily as she looked at Ginny.

Ginny turned a bright red.
"What!?" she hissed.

"You're in love with her," Luna replied casually before casting the charm again.

Ginny simply sat there in a stunned silence. Was it that obvious? Was she mooning over Hermione? Did Ron know?!

"Don't worry Ginny, you're not that obvious. I just know you, and I sit beside you in three classes," Luna giggled.
"Sometimes you murmur her name as you stare into the air," Luna smiled.

Ginny's face flamed even brighter.

"Talk to her," Luna advised.

"I wouldn't know what to say," Ginny replied sullenly.

"You would know," Luna said mysteriously.

Ginny just shook her head and focused on their classwork.
Hermione wouldn't accept her... Would she?

No... She wouldn't...

Would she?


So the argument went on inside Ginny's head for the rest of the day. She didn't dare hope, but still, hope wanted it so badly, she wanted to hold her, to tell her what she meant to her, to kiss her.
But..., the first step would be to tell her. To tell Hermione, her best friend, that she had feelings for her that were not those of normal friendship.

How the bloody hell was she going to do that?

She couldn't just go up to her and say, 'Well, Hermione I know you like blokes and all, and we're best friends, but I fancy you. Quite a lot actually. Even been having dreams about us together. Just thought I'd tell you.'

Because that would go over quite well.

No... She'd have to do it some other way.

Like... A trip to Hogsmead! At the Three Broomsticks. Just the two of them. This weekend. It would be in a crowded, public place, so if Hermione freaked out, she wouldn't cause a scene and if needed, she could run away and hide.
In a totally un-Gryffindor manner.

But yes, that would be perfect.
Ginny smiled and then set off to find Hermione in the library to invite her for the weekend outing.