A/N: HP means harry's speaking, GW ginny, RW ron, and HG hermione. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters, just my ideas of how they live their lives. Please R&R and I'll love you forever!

HP:

Ginny is writing her Potions essay on the floor of the common room. She lies on her stomach, her feet touching mine as I sit on a chair reading "Quidditch Through the Ages." But I can't take my eyes off the other redhead in the room, who sits pretending to write on a piece of parchment, looking unbelievably cute. His red hair is growing longer everyday and right now it is pulled back in a ponytail revealing his handsome face with crinkled eyes and raised eyebrows. I watch his hand as it seems to clench and unclench as though deep in thought. His hand is large and rough and I want to touch it, trace his calluses and memorize the lines. As he changes his position, his shirt rides up enough to see his midriff and I inhale sharply, as I do every time I see this part of his body. Glancing up again I see his tongue lick his lips and my mouth opens involuntarily as I imagine my own tongue tracing those lips.

"Harry?"

I jump and place my eyes back on the book I am supposed to be reading. Ginny is looking at me curiously.

"What is it, Babe?" I ask her trying not to flinch as I call her by that name.

"Nothing, you just.. You just don't seem here that's all," she says.

Ron looks at me and I feel myself blush.

"No, I'm here," I say and reluctantly bend down and kiss Ginny sweetly on the lips. But like every other time we kiss, I feel nothing. Her lips are just too soft, too feminine. I want something rougher. I want.. Ron. I feel a headache coming on again and I place my hand to my head tracing my scar. It isn't Voldemort. It's my raising hormones creating too much tension. But Ron's ging ouwith Hermione, crazy in love, and he would never think of me like that. They were now snogging on the couch. Ginny and I look at each other in mutual disgust at their public display of affection.

"Get a room!" Ginny says grily and glaresat the pair of them. All three of us stare at her. Yes, I knowit buger with all the snogging but she never seems that angry about it.

"Ginny?" I ask, tentatively rubbing her shoulder.

"It's nothing, I'm going to bed," she kisses me softly and trudges up to the girls' dormitory.

GW:

I just couldn't stand it anymore; watching the love of my life snog my idiot brother. I groan inwardly at myself as I refer to her as THAT again. She doesn't know she's the love of my life; she's in love with my git brother. She can never think of me like that. A girl, her best friend. I have Harry, but I never did, never will, like him like that. I've always longed for the softer touch of a girl, more specifically, Hermione Granger. I've been in love with her since second year, and I tried to hide it by acting all lovey-dovey about Harry Potter. But it's always been Hermione.

HG:

I let Ron's tongue attack me and his arms grope around me as I forced myself not to gag. I hate the snogging the worst. He's like an animal trying to eat out my mouth. Why can't he kiss softer? More tenderly?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ginny, beautiful, jaw-dropping Ginny, watching us and glaring. When she yelled "get a room" I wanted to tell her it was her I wanted to get a room with. But I could never tell her. She was in love with Harry. I saw the tears she had when he kissed her for the first time. I'd wanted to sneak her away and show her I was better, but I couldn't with Ron holding me at the hip, like I was his property. Oh, Ginny!

RW:

Harry's face looked unfathomably sexy that night in the common room. I can't get him out of my head, and it doesn't help that he was staring at me silently, telling me to get to work. So I had another "snog" with Hermione. Every time I have these thoughts I try to get rough with Hermione, make my thoughts change. Change to those thoughts that don't make me different.

I hate the feel of Hermione's mouth. There's always some weird chap stick or lip gloss on that I have to taste. Ginny's outburst allowed me to pull away from Hermione, and I couldn't have done faster. I was so grossed out. Shortly after Ginny left, I pecked Hermione on the cheek, far from her mouth, and told her I was going to bed too.

GW:

Hermione enters the common room, her hair mussed up from all her snogging.

"Lumos," she says, trying to find her night gown.

"Why do you do that?" I ask her.

"What?"

"Let him kiss you like that, it's just disgusting."

"Well, he likes it, and I want him to be happy."

"Well, aren't relationships supposed to be mutual?" What am I talking about? Mine and Harry's relationship definitely isn't mutual.

"You know what, Gin? Mind your own business!" Hermione snaps, and makes me flinch.

"Sorry," I say, and turn my back to her, lying on my side. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a shiver runs down my spine as I try to concentrate on breathing.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that," Hermione says. I turn around and face her lying on my other side. Hermione smiles at me as she lies down on my bed facing me. A smile that makes me melt, and I smile back.

"You want to know a secret?" she asks.

"What?"

"I don't like Ron. I like someone else," she confides in me.

"What?! You don't like my brother?" I say trying to hold in my excitement.

"Shh.. I like him, as a friend, but I'm in… love with someone else." She then leans in making my breath catch. She whispers, "And I think of them every time he jabs that oversized tongue down my throat."

"Who is it?" I get out of my staggered breathing. Just then Hermione tenses up and shakes her head.

"I can't tell you," she says.

"Why, not?" I ask, "You tell me everything!"

"But I can't tell you this. I don't think you could understand."

"Who is this person? Are you.. ashamed of liking them, or something? Is it.. No, it's not Slytherin, is it?"

Hermione's face changes, and it looks a little offended.

"No, Gin, it's not a Slytherin," she says and gets off my bed, making my heart drop. She lies down in her bed and pulls up the covers.

"Hermione?" I can't believe I'm doing this.

"What?"

"I don't, never have, liked Harry that… that way," I tell her.

"But you were always lusting after him!" She exclaims turning to me.

"Not really," I say. We are quiet for a moment. "I'm in love with someone else, too," I whisper.

"Who?" Hermione asks. I shake my head in the dark. "Not until you tell me who."

Hermione is quiet like she's thinking about it. "No," she finally says and turns away again, "I can't."

"Then I guess you'll never know," I whisper almost choking up the words.

"And you'll never know either," she whispers back, and I feel like I could cry. Because right now, I really want to know.