AN: Howdy Ya'll! This is mah first actual fanfic ive ever written. Wish me luck and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! Ive written some stuff on fiction press with Kasagi Onaso(Fanfiction)/Fire-eyed aries(fiction press)(same person). Please read our story DreamGate: Element under the penname Yuki Ona! REVIEW THAT TOO! Im co-writing this with mah bud emmy. She don't have a user name here her loss lol. Well, here i go!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR NETHING THAT'S WARNER BROS.! PLEASE DON'T SUE ME IM FRIGGIN BROKE! AND I DON'T PARTICULARLY LIKE FLAME MAIL!
Hermione awoke with a start. What the hell had she just been dreaming about? It sure as heck wasn't one of her normal dreams (which mostly consisted of Harry). Could that have been...? Yes, she was sure now. But really! Ginny Weasly? Her jaw dropped slightly in horror as she recalled the rest of the dream.
"No, no! That can't be! Can't!" Hermione found herself expressing her shock aloud. She wasn't really like that, was she? Hmm... She wasn't sure. As she ran all that had happened through her head, the wakefulness charm she'd been using wore off. Hermione drifted off into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
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As Hermione rose out of bed to change into her uniform, her very perceptive eyes caught a glimpse of something shiny in Ginny's bunk. Ever since Ginny had been moved up a year due to a freak accident involving an intelligence potion, she had been just as smart as Hermione. Which also meant she got to move up to the 7th year's dormitory. Hermione wasn't sure she liked having someone to compete with in class, but Ginny was a great friend to have as a roommate. Hermione walked slowly over to Ginny's bedside table. Her natural curiosity had been enhanced by her excursions with Harry, whom she was now dating, and Ron, her best male friend. She approached Ginny's bed with the least amount of caution possible for her. She reached over and pulled the shiny thing out of the drawer. She almost collapsed in horror.
"OH MY GOD! NO, NO, NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! I'M NOT SEEING THIS!" But she knew it was true. What she'd pulled out of the drawer was a silver picture frame. Inside the picture frame was a picture. A picture of her. Of her, Hermione. On the glass was a message written in black Permo-write, a writing spell that ensures the message written can't be removed, even by magic. The message said, plain as the freckles on Hermione's nose: My only love, Hermione. Property of Ginny Weasly. Hermione somehow knew that Ginny was a lesbian, but liking her? That was a completely different story!
"I mustn't tell anyone," Hermione thought aloud. She knew that if anyone found out, the two of them would be scorned for their last year of Hogwarts. Ron and Harry would probably never speak to them again. Neither of them could live with that.
Hermione tucked the picture deep into the drawer. She would keep this a secret, until she had a chance to talk with Ginny. She sat down on her bed, trying to make herself believe it, but she couldn't. She would never be like Ginny.
Or so she thought.
AN: sorry so short! More to come soon, u can count on it! REVIEWS PLEASE!!!
